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I took a drag from my cigarette. The winter night was chill as the show fell. You could barely see ten feet through the storm. I was still wearing my red suit after my shift in the mall a few blocks away. My fake beard was collecting snow. I hated that I was forty and the best job I could get was being a mall Santa, but I needed the money desperately.

I blew the smoke out, letting it join the blizzard. I could barely hear anything over the roar of the winds. This storm had been hitting the city hard. A blizzard, the likes of which we had never seen before.

“You okay buddy?” A deep voice said from behind me. I quickly tossed away my cigarette, hoping he wouldn’t notice. It was illegal to smoke at bus stops in this neighborhood. I pulled my fake beard before I turned back. 

“Ho ho ho! I’m perfectly fine my friend!” I said, hoping the man would be amused enough to forget the cigarette if he did see it.

The man, not to my surprise, was a police officer. His bulky winter uniform and hat were doing a shockingly good job at keeping the snow off him. His grey beard however wasn’t fairing much better than the fake one I had on. But the first thing I noticed before as I looked up at him was the big bulge in his pants. He was smiling though, his bright teeth showing against the blizzard.

“You shouldn’t be smoking. Those things are bad for you.” He said, his face serious. I could tell he was trying to sound like he cared.

“I know, I know. It’s just a tough time right now.” I said, trying to look as remorseful as possible. I didn’t need him getting on my case. I knew what was coming.

“I’ll let it slide this once.” He said, smiling again. “You do realize the bus lines are all down right? No one is getting in or out tonight.”

I sighed, looking around me. The blizzard was making it impossible to see anything. I knew no one would be coming to help.

“I do now… Thank you sir. I’ll get out of your hair.” I said, grabbing my duffle bag from the ground.

“I could drive ya! If you want.” The cop offered. I froze. The idea of being alone in a car with a cop during a blizzard didn’t exactly appeal to me. But I didn’t have a choice.

“You’d do that? For free? Thank you so much sir!” I said, forcing myself to be polite.

“Who said free?” He said, smiling again, this time something sinister his behind his sweet eyes. He walked over to me, closing the space between us.

I could smell him from there. I didn’t realize how badly he needed a shower. He smelled awful, like a dirty gym sock. His clothes looked old and worn too. He must have been out on patrol all day.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much on me sir. Maybe fifty bucks.” I said, reaching for my wallet.

“I don’t want money bud.” He said. His voice had turned into something darker. Something that made me shiver.

“W-what?!” I asked. 

“Just lean on the lamppost a minute, I’ll do the rest.” He said, pointing to the lamp just behind me. I looked over.

“What are you-” he cut me off before I could ask.

“Do you want a ride home? Or are you gonna walk?” He asked, his tone was cold, angry.

I swallowed, not wanting to believe what was happening. What he wanted. But I didn’t have a choice, did I? I was miles from home. In the middle of the night. In a blizzard.

I sighed. “Alright. Whatever.” I said, turning to lean against the post. I heard him chuckle, a low guttural sound.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be good. Stay still, and this will be over soon.” He said, his hands reaching down towards his belt.

I could hear his pants unzip behind me. Then I felt his rough hand pulling down on my pants, exposing my ass to the harsh winter winds.

“That’s a fat one you got there.” He said, chuckling again. “It’s a good thing the storm is covering the noise. I might just have a lot of fun with you.”

He was still laughing as his dick slapped against my ass. He grabbed it, guiding it into my hole. I bit my tongue, refusing to scream as his thick rod split me open.

“You’re tighter than my wife bud! Don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up. You’re gonna have to take all of me though.”

His fat cock stretched my tight hole. I could feel it deep inside me. He was so much bigger than the guys I normally had. He was probably at least ten inches. I tried to focus on anything but the pain.

“There we go. Just a little more.” He said.

I felt his cockhead hit something deep inside me. His entire shaft was now buried in my ass. I heard footsteps. I turned, and saw that a couple was walking down the street. I felt horrible. They would see me bent over, my ass wide open, getting fucked by some cop. They would probably be disgusted by me.

As they came into full view, they were laughing, until the woman saw me. She gasped, stopping the man she was with. He face was horrified.

“Don’t worry miss, just punishing a felon.” The cop said, winking. The man smiled, looking over to his woman. She shook her head, her eyes glued to me.

I could see the bulge in the man’s pants, getting larger by the second. She finally looked away in, grabbing her boyfriends hand and moving along. But her boyfriend wasn’t in as much of a hurry.

“Glad to see our city’s finest are working hard.” He giving the cop a congratulatory slap on the ass.

I could feel the cop’s cock harden at the man’s words. I groaned as his fat prick expanded inside my tight hole. The man just smiled, following his girlfriend along the road.

“Good job taking my dick, you’re a natural cockslut.” The cop said, spitting on his cock as he began to pull it out.

I was surprised when his spit was enough to make his cock slide out easier. The cold air nipped at my hole, but his warm saliva was enough to keep me warm. He didn’t give me long before he slammed his dick back into me, balls deep.

“Fuck!” I screamed, as his cockhead slammed into my prostate. I couldn’t stop myself. It hurt so bad, but it felt so fucking good.

“Ha! Just messing with ya bud! Let’s get you home. Where ya live?” He asked, slowly dragging his cock back and forth.

“The apartment complex a few miles away. Right across from the park.” I said, his cock sliding easily in and out of my hole.

“I know the place, let’s get going then, bud.” He said, pulling his cock out of me, and then slapped my ass.

He turned, heading back to his car. His huge erection was still rock hard, the cold wind was doing nothing to calm him.

I followed him, pulling up my pants, the cold wind stinging my bare ass. His car was a new police cruiser. He unlocked it and I hopped in the passenger side.

“Off we go Santa.” He said, winking at me.

He turned on the radio, it was the song Santa Baby, but a guy was singing. I could tell the cop was trying to suppress a laugh.

“Hey, if you’re gonna fuck a guy dressed as Santa, this song is pretty appropriate.” I said. He smiled at me.

“You’re right about that, bud. So what present are you stuff down my chimney? Haha.” He said, laughing at his own joke.

“Nothing much, I’m a bit broke.” I said. He smiled at me, pulling off his gloves.

“What’s a guy got to do to get some love around here?” He said, grabby the back of my neck and pulling my face down.

“Wait!” I screamed. But it was too late. My face was shoved into his crotch, the taste of his drying cum was filling my mouth.

“Come on, I wanna see those lips work.” He said, pushing my face harder.

I gave in, sucking his cockhead. My mouth was filled with the foul taste of his cum. He bobbed my head up and down on his dick, his hand forcing my mouth to the base.

“God you’re a slut. Bet the only person who love cock more than you is my wife.” He said, his voice dark.

I didn’t have a choice but to suck his filthy cock. His sweaty skin and the stench of his dried up jizz was overwhelming. My jaw hurt as he forced me to the base.

“We’re here. Get ready for the best part bud.” He said, smiling at me.

As I looked up, my stomach dropped. We weren’t outside my apartment, we were in a large garage full of police cruisers.

“What’s going on? This isn’t where I live.” I said, my voice shaking.

“No, it isn’t. This is my favorite part of the day.” He said, opening his car door. As he stood he stuffed his cock into his pants, but he forgot to zip it up.

“Get out, cocksucker. Time for the real fun to begin.” He said, his tone was cold, cruel.

“You were never going to bring me home, were you? You just wanted to use me, didn’t you?” I said, tears welling in my eyes.

“Just get moving, bud.” He said. His hand had moved to his belt. “Don’t make me cuff you.”

I sighed. Getting out of the car. He walked me into the jail processing room. The smell was overwhelming, a mixture of smoke and sweat. There was a desk with a fat cop sitting at it. He was staring at the wall, his hand pumping his cock.

“Fuck… A Santa? Damn good catch Bill!” He said, his eyes roaming my body.

“Thanks, this one is gonna be a keeper, he’s got a fat ass and the sweetest lips. He’s a cocksucking pro.” Bill said, patting me on the back.

“He’s not going anywhere, at least not without a few presents down his throat.” The cop at the desk said, smiling at me.

“Oh, he won’t mind. He’s a natural. And a great fuck. He can handle both of us, right bud?” Bill said, slapping me on the ass again.

“You know what? A night of cock sucking is still better than getting paid minimum wage at the mall. I’m all yours.” I said, shrugging.

Bill and the other cop laughed. I didn’t know why I was playing along, but I was turned on by the idea of getting fucked. And they were a lot bigger than the last guys who fucked me.

“Well, you heard him! Get going Bill, print him and get him and toss get him to the locker room. The party is starting. I’ll be there in a bit.” The fat cop said, his eyes not leaving my face.

“Alright, see ya then. Come on Santa.” Bill said, slapping my ass and leading me away.

He printed my fingerprints, the ink sticking to my skin.

“Now, don’t you dare take off that beard.” He said, rolling my fingers onto the paper. “The guys will love that. Makes the whole thing more authentic.”

I chuckled. He was right. I did look good. And being the only Santa in a group of cops was bound to make them love me.

He lead me into a room with lockers lining the walls, the smell of sex hit my nose like a truck. It was obvious what this place was. A fucking den for cops. The cops were all wearing their hats, and some had utility belts with their badges pind on, with holsters clearly empty, but nothing else.

The prisoners on the other hand were all naked, their faces pressed into the lockers. They all had big dicks, and most had cuffs wrapped around their wrists. One particularly rough looking man was on his back on top of a bench with his arms cuffed below the bench, and a cop was straddling his big cock.

Bill started undoing his pants. “Rules. One, don’t try to escape, obviously. Two, if a cop tells you to do something, you do it. Thee, you can fuck the other prisoners, but remember that the ones restrained are so for a reason. Have fun!” He said, pulling his pants down, letting his huge cock flop out.

He walked over to the other side of the room, his dick swaying with his steps.

I walked past everyone looking around. The locker room was actually really large as there were a ton of small locker areas surrounding the showers. There were definitely more prisoners than cops, but most were cuffed in a way that kept them from doing much other than the cops play things.

“Oh my God, the real Santa?” A cop said, sarcastic as he saw me.

“Ho ho ho! In the flesh!” I replied, chuckling.

“Ha! Someone knows his assignment! You’re a keeper.” He said, slapping my ass. He was large and burly, and had no beard, but still looked very masculine. 

“Just here to spread joy to all the good boys in blue!” I said, winking.

“You’re so god damn cute! I need you now.” He said, pulling me close and kissing me.

His tongue was forceful, and the taste of coffee and cigarettes filled my mouth. He smelled awful, but he was a strong guy.

His hands wandered, groping my ass. He found my hole and pushed a finger in.

“I’m guessing bill brought you in. Did he dress you up, or were you wearing the suit already?” He asked.

“I’ve been jolly old saint Nick long before Bill showed up.” I said, kissing his cheek.

“Ha! You’re a good boy, Santa.” He said, slapping my ass and leaving me.

“Growing up I always had a crush on you.” He said, before forcing his tongue back into my mouth.

I had no idea what he meant by that, but he was a good kisser. Even if the smell and taste of cigarettes was overwhelming.

“Come on, I need you in my ass.” He said, pulling my pants down.

“I suppose you deserve a big present for waiting for me all this time! Merry Christmas.” I said, as he turned around and leaned on a locker.

He was muscular, but he had a little bit of pudge around his middle. His ass was fat, and his cheeks were spread. He had a hairy asshole, and I was curious, so I stuck my tongue into his hole.

“Ohhh, God, just like that.” He moaned.

His hole tasted good, clean and had a nice scented body wash. I could tell that he must have had a lot of sex, because his ass was loose and stretched.

“Oh god, I need you to fuck me, please Santa.” He begged.

“Have you been a good boy this year? I need to hear that you’ve been good.” I said, teasing his hole with my fingers.

“I’ve been so fucking good. I’ve worked hard all year. I’ve been working with charities, and donating to sick kids. I’ve helped old ladies cross the street. And I’ve been faithful to my boyfriend. … until tonight.” He said, moaning.

“Oh, that last part wasn’t so nice, was it?” I asked, slapping his ass.

“No. It wasn’t. But I had to. This party is mandatory for all male officers.” He said.

I lined my cock up with his hole gently pressing against it. “Seeing all you done this year, I’ll let it slide, if you promise me one thing.” I said, teasing his ass.

“Anything, I’ll do anything, just please fuck me Santa!” He pleaded.

“If your boyfriend wants a night with another man, let him do it. Okay?” I said, slapping his ass as I slowly pushed into him. “He’s been a good boy too.”

“OH GOD YES!” He moaned, his ass swallowing my cock.

I slammed into his prostate, and he nearly fell. But his legs held firm, his hole was squeezing me so tight.

“OH FUCK, YOU’RE BIGGER THAN MY BOYFRIEND!” He moaned.

“Good, maybe he can fit in my tight hole. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching him fuck me? Watching him enjoy my tight ass?” I asked, slamming into him again.

“Yes, oh god yes.” He moaned, as he grabbed his own cock and began jerking it.

A couple of cops passed watching me fuck him. One gave a thumbs up. “The Christmas parties here are way better than my last job.” The other said, laughing.

I continued pounding the cop’s hole. He was so loud, and everyone could hear his cries of pleasure.

“Oh my god, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned, as his ass began to clench around my cock.

“Cum for Santa. I’ll give you a special gift.” I said, reaching around and grabbing his dick. As I grabbed it, his ass clenched even harder, and his whole body went tense.

“Oh, Santa!” He screamed as he shot a massive load over the lockers. His asshole was spasming, clenching so tight around my dick. His emotional orgasm made my own climax hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Oh my god!” I screamed as his ass milked me. Our bodies pressed against each other as I filled his ass.

“God, that was good.” He said, falling forward onto the locker, his ass still out.

“Merry Christmas. See you around, officer.” I said, pulling my dick out.

He groaned, falling to the ground. “That was amazing. You’ve definitely earned your place on the nice list, Santa.”

“In that case, I think I now deserve to do something naughty!” I said, slapping his ass as I headed out, leaving him lying on the ground, cum dripping out of his ass. It was getting hot and humid, so I decided to take off my red suit, but keep the beard and hat.

As I walked back into the main area naked, there were several cops walking around, a few had dicks out, and some were jacking each other off.

“You call that a cock? I’ve seen more dick on a girl!” A loud gruff voice shouted. It came from the shower room. I looked inside, it was the big gruff prisoners from earlier, they moved him and no he had his arms cuffed to a bar on the ceiling. Cops and prisoners were all around taking turns using his hole and sucking his cock. Both Bill and the fat cop from the desk were there.

“Damn, that’s a fat cock.” I said, watching from a distance.

Each guy took a turn and went about ten to thirty seconds before the big guy said something like, “What do you fuck with that? A mouse?” Or “You don’t even know how to use that tool!” To indicate that the men were all too small or unskilled to pleasure him. It was like a game, each guy tried his best, but he never gave in. The prisoner also didn’t see any of the cocks before he was used, and would only judge based on what he could feel.

A cop came up to me and started licking my nipple. “You’ve been a naughty Santa.” He whispered, as his hands reached for my cum covered cock.

“You know it, bud. Why don’t you show me how naughty I am.” I said, pushing him down onto his knees.

He began sucking, licking the cum off my cock. “Damn, you’re a filthy cop.” I said, patting his head. “I’m gonna make sure you’re on the naughty list forever.”

“Good. Naughty boys love sucking cock.” He said, licking up and down my shaft.

I was enjoying myself when the gruff voice shouted again, “Here we go! He’s gonna blow!” I looked over at the prisoner. A large mustached cop was pounding his ass and jacking his dick. He was the biggest guy who had fucked the prisoner so far, and the prisoner was obviously enjoying it.

“That’s it! Yes! Fuck me!” The prisoner yelled, his body shaking as the mustached cop slammed his cock deep into him.

“Who gets his cum? I bet a slut like him is gonna have a lot.” asked a cop.

Bill looked over at me. “Hey, let’s have him cum on Santa’s face!” He shouted, pointing at me.

Several cops smiled and grabbed me, pulling me over to the prisoner. “What the hell?” I asked.

“Hope you like cum, Santa. It’s like snow only wet and warm and sticky!” Shouted a cop, laughing.

They kneeled me down in front of the prisoner. I got a good look at his balls that I sware were the size of baseballs. “Fuck! I’m cumming! Get ready, Santa!” He moaned, his hips thrusting into the air.

His cock was pulsing, a rope of cum shot out and hit my face. There was a tone, it dripped down into my beard. I could feel the hot spunk filling my mouth, his cock was still firing, the thick semen dripping down my face and covering me.

“Ohhh fuck. That’s good.” The prisoner moaned.

The cops laughed and clapped, as they let the prisoner’s hands go, he fell down and laid on his back, his legs wide.

The mustache clad cop came out from behind the prisoner, stroking his cock. “Okay everyone, let’s finish off this party! Everyone gets your cocks ready to blow. Let’s all cum on Santa!”

Everyone in the room started jerking their dicks. The mustached cop was first, spraying his load on my chest, mixing his cum with the prisoner’s.

One by one the cops and prisoners came over, their bodies twitching as they blew their loads on me. The feeling of hot jizz splashing over my body was almost enough to get me hard again.

“You guys clean up and lock the prisoners away. I’ve got a plane to catch! Thanks for the party, Santa!” Said the mustached cop, leaving.

After a while, most of the people left. It was just me and Bill. He sprayed me down with a hose, washing the cum off my body.

“Alright, it’s time to go. You’ve been a good sport. We never got around to processing you, so you’re free to go.” He said.

“What if I want to stay?” I asked, winking at him.

“Sorry, to much paperwork to do this late.” He said, handing me my Santa suit.

“Alright, fine.” I said, sighing.

“You know, that beard is wet and probably is still soaked in cum… You should take it off.” Bill said.

“Oh, yeah… Right.” I said, taking off the beard. As he saw my face for the first time, I felt naked. The beard was like a protective layer. But his reaction was different than what I thought.

“Oh. Oh my god. No fucking way. You’re a porn star, aren’t you?” He said, laughing.

“No, not at all… What are you talking about?” I asked.

“If you’re not, you should be! You’d make a lot of money!” He said, laughing.

“I never thought about it. But, maybe I’ll give it a shot.” I said, smiling.

“You should! Now let’s get you out of here!” He said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

We walked out to the front of the station, and I walked out.

“Goodnight Santa! And merr Christmas!” Bill yelled, waving.

The End.

I was walking through some dark forest. The legend had it that there was some treasure hidden somewhere in it. I was sure there was no way I could possibly find it, but I thought why not. While strolling around I suddenly heard a noise. It wasn’t anything surprising since I had heard many howls, growls, screechings, grunts, but that particular sound was something uncanny and eerie. It kind of sounded like a scream, or maybe more like a laughter. I reached for my weapon, just to find out it was gone.

“Where could I have possibly lost it?” – I wondered.

I knew there was no chance in searching for it since I didn’t know when I had lost it. Possibly I hadn’t taken it with me at all. Also, the sound was getting closer so I needed to think fast. I could choose either to run away or attempt to combat it. I didn’t really have much time to think so I just started running. As I was sprinting, I fell into a trap. It was a deep and narrow hole. At first I just stood up and was grateful I didn’t break or twist anything. After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, I saw four people looking down at me. They were only wearing breechcloths and were holding spears in their hands. They began talking to each other. They seemed happy. I knew a little of their language, so I couldn’t understand much. Although I managed to comprehend what they were babbling about. They were surprised someone finally got caught. I supposed they had been waiting for a longer while to catch someone, until I appeared of course. They dropped a ladder and, I believe, told me to ascend. Once I was on the top of the ladder they poked and pricked me a bit with their spears. Then each of them stood around me, creating a square in which I was in the middle. We started our journey to their village. As we entered, I realised there were many houses but most of them seemed abandoned. Except for the five of us there seemed to be no one else. Nevertheless after a while of glancing around I noticed that one of the houses had a different colour. It was rather red, compared to others which were brownish.

Someone walked out of the cottage. He was fat and had long black hair. Not only he was wearing a breechcloth, but he had something that looked like a crown made out of some kind of a rare plant. I thought it was a witch doctor. He commanded them to get me into the house. He walked in first and the stared at me as I was getting in. When I was in the middle of the room, cause surprisingly the house had only one room, he took out a gag which I had to put on. Then my wrists got cuffed. They weren’t connected to any chain, so it looked a bit as if I was wearing some bracelets. The difference was that they were extremely uncomfortable.

We then reached another door which I hadn’t noticed before. I led to the centre of the village. There was a huge something that looked like a stage and crowds of people around it. They were in the stands. I realised they were all men. Once I was on the stage, my handcuffs were attached to chains. I basically couldn’t move either from right to left, nor up and down because the chains were so tightly bound.

The witch doctor walked onto the stage as others, after chaining me, ran into the crowd. He was holding a knife. First he cut off my backpack from my back. Then he tossed it into the crowd. They didn’t know how to use a zipper so they tore it apart. Later grabbling all my stuff. Once they seemed to have touched and explored everything, the witch doctor screamed something which sounded like “attention”. He then started cutting my clothes off. He started with my shirt, then he reached for my trousers. He ripped my boot and shoes off with his hands alone. He left my briefs for the end. He also tore them apart. My dick was now exposed and everyone could see it. They began cheering and shouting. They got even louder as the witch doctor started touching my dick. I had never felt so humiliated, but not for so long. The chains were loosen a bit and a stone was place on the stage. My gag was taken off and I was laid down on the stone. I was lying on my stomach so everyone could see my ass. The witch doctor was undressing.

I saw his hard dick. It seemed to be 10 inches long. He made me give him blowjob. I was choking on his dick so much. He was making sure I had more of it in my mouth as the time went on. He then cummed in my mouth and walked near my ass. He spit a bit of his saliva and entered my boypussy. He was fucking me for ages. Cumming in me and putting it back in. The villagers kept on shouting and cheering as I was being fucked and humiliated. Not only my whole body was totally exposed, but I was being fucked. I had sperm spilling out of my hole which was getting more and more sensitive. I cummed a couple of times which I found weird. To have an orgasm without touching my dick or having it in a woman. The witch doctor set my hands free from the handcuffs but even if I wanted to run I was too exhausted and my legs would not move. He laid me on my back this time, and as he was fucking me, he was stroking my dick. I hated that he was touching me there and fucking me, but also oddly I began to crave his dick. Like it became an addiction. Like I could no longer imagine life without it. I cummed thanks to his hand this time.

He laughed and licked my cum off my chest. I was grateful it was all over, but then he took me and threw me into the crowd. Everyone had already removed their clothing. I honestly couldn’t tell who was doing what exactly. I just new there were many hands on me and I always had a dick in my mouth and in my ass. Thankfully their dicks were way smaller, but I still wanted to get it over with and was loving it at the same time.

After hours everyone went to their houses and I was left on the rock. They hadn’t even cuffed me. They just simply knew they had cast a spell on me. There must’ve been something in their semen. From now on I was the bitch of the village. Everyone who felt like fucking came to the centre of the village to bang me and I had to take it. I had to wash in a waterfall. I was allowed to walk around, but only naked. Sometimes they would take me on hunting and during one hunt I encountered my friend who was searching for me. They caught him and and stripped him. I knew from now on I would, thankfully, have less dicks to deal with. Although I new from now on I would appreciate each persons who fills me up with their cum more.

“It started when I stopped in Avondale.  There was another bicyclist, and he … “

I was confessing to my husband that I’d fucked a random guy without letting him know first and without inviting him to join in.  Well technically neither is true.  I tried to let him know by texting him but he wasn’t paying attention to his phone and I knew he wouldn’t be; and my second text included the hot random guy’s address and a comment that I wished he was there.  As Kent had pointed-out I hadn’t called; which was accounting to the fact that I hadn’t let the random dude know I was including my husband.  It went down like this which is how I retold it to Kent when I got home …

As background it was warm and sunny; that hadn’t happened for weeks.  In fact it hadn’t been warm since before we left for our Hawaii trip at the beginning of November.  But 76° in January and bright sun had me loving the decision to go take a long bike ride while my husband was bailing out a client on short notice and with a short deadline and an intense amount of work.

I’m pretty self-conscious about my “racing stripe;” my triple open heart surgery scar that runs from just under my neck to my abs.  I rarely take my shirt off despite my enviably hard-honed physique for a middle-aged man.  Today however was a FUCK IT kind of day and I hadn’t bothered with the shirt when I realized the opp to soak-up some sun.

I’d done about twenty hard miles before I realized it; sweaty as all fuck and loving the summery feel of the sun on me, the wind rushing against my damp skin and rustling my chest, arm, and leg hair, and the moistness of my bike shorts and particularly my ass-crack.  I’d long since exhausted my water bottle and stopped to grab a couple of bottles at a convenience store in a Main Street-esque section called Avondale.  Trendy among what we once called yuppy-types; one of my decision factors in stopping was some plentiful eye candy of mostly younger likewise shirtless hunks wandering the main street.

“Dude!  Nice bike … among other things!”

The voice was deep and I felt it in my sweat-laden balls.   I turned to see a hunky thirty-something gym-rat with his shades pulled down to the top of his nose, looking over them directly at me, and meeting my eyes with a grin that was dirty as heck.  The arm that was up holding his shades down to look over them showed a softball-scale biceps/triceps and a thick tuft of pit hair as dark and thick as his head and what covered his chest and ran down his wash-board abs.  Tight trendy shorts showed very strong thighs and calves of death with the thick dark fur continuing.  I couldn’t see his ass but his bulging crotch in well-fitted trendy shorts was sufficient for me to stumble for words.

“Uh … thanks?” I was able to get out and waved my left hand in the air and held up my ring finger at him to show him my wedding ring.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a little laugh as he held up his own wedding ring for me to see.  “I don’t see anyone matching that around here with a bike.  And you’re not from here or my stud sensor would have gone off before now.”  For good measure he adjusted that bulge obviously.

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “‘Stud censor’ dude?  Seriously?  Does that work on anyone?”

He chuckled as well.  “This is what works,” he said and turned so that I could see a beautiful bubble-butt shown-off to perfection in those tight-fitting shorts of his.  “How’s it working for you as if I need to ask?” he said and pointedly looked at my growing dick not concealed at all in my bike shorts.

I took too long to answer because I was fighting the urge to adjust my uncomfortably confined dick; the sweat had the Lycra in my shorts wet enough that my dick-head was fighting the fabric as it grew and was bending my dick uncomfortably.  I’d made the unfortunate (or fortunate as time would prove) decision to go commando in my tight bike shorts.

“So since we know we’re both interested  and I know you’re not from around here how about we cut to the chase and I tell you my house is a block away and I have it all to myself today?”

Fuck!  I’m only human.  But as I deliberated he stretched and showed me those pits and his muscles flexing and the verdict was assured.

“Address?” I said with my phone in my hand.

He gave it to me and I put it into my phone twice as I subversively snapped a pic of him; the first was my nav which showed his house to be a four minute drive away and the second was a text to my hard-working husband with the pic and a request that he join us.

“Says four minutes; and either you walked or have to go get your car so I’m guaranteed to beat you there.”  I didn’t wait for his answer; I clipped my phone back in its handle-bar cradle, hurriedly unlocked my bike and threw the chain around my shoulder, mounted, and took off.  I saw him taking a gallop down the street along the parked cars.

It was several blocks not “a block” but it’s a beautiful and very pricey area and the ride was easy.  I’d chained my bike to a tree in his front yard and was sitting on the step of a larger house than the average for the area when he roared into his driveway in an expensive two-seater.  A brief pause while the garage door went up and he yelled to me to bring my bike into the garage instead of leaving it in the yard.  I met him inside as he was getting out of his expensive ride and I was leaning my bike against the wall of his impressively clean and empty garage.  He hit the button and the door rolled back down; much dimmer inside as it closed.

He was upon me and against me from crotch to lips.  A long hard kiss and then he shoved his face into my ripe right pit and sniffed hard and licked aggressively while he ground his hard-on into mine.

“Fuck dude!” I moaned.

“Oh you’re gonna fuck me!” he said with a mouthful of my sweat and left pit hair.  “But first I’m feasting on your sweaty skin.  ALL of it!  Come on!” he growled and grabbed clumsily at my bike shorts’ waist and pulled me toward the door to the inside.

I grabbed that bubble butt … because it was so … grabbable as he led the way.  With my other hand I checked again for a reply from my husband; the message was still “delivered” not “read.”

We didn’t pause inside; he pulled me through large room after room and then down a long hallway to a cavernous master.  The house had to be twice the size of ours and maybe more.  The master was as big as our master sitting room, bedroom, bathroom, and closet combined.  Beautifully masculine furniture and a king-sized bed; the bed was the only thing remotely like ours.

He shed his shorts and kicked off his designer sneakers in a near frenzy; I did the same with my bike shorts and bike shoes.  Both of our boners spring free at once; his slapped his groin loudly and my just waved out in front of me.

“Damn dude!” he said taking in the sight of me.  “A fucking HOT as fuck daddy AND hung bigger than my skills of assessment estimated before!  My fuckin’ lucky day.”

I can’t say I wasn’t flattered; he was a class A hunk, twenty years younger, and HE was into ME!

I didn’t have time to think much.  He launched himself at me and roughly tackled me onto the bed and went about licking my chest and abs and balls and thighs with gusto.  “Fuck yeah!” was all I could say in a gasp as he sucked each of my stinking balls.   

“Good thing my husband is hung nearly to your size; my hole can take it and he keeps condoms for his play adventures.”  It was a quick update right before he went for the main target; my dick.

“Holy fuck!” I groaned when he took me to my pubes in one swallow.  He sucked and hummed on my raging bone and was driving me wild.  When I was his age a blowjob like that would have had me cumming in moments like a teen-ager; one good thing about age I guess was it took a while now.

“Dude your cock is so fuckin’ fine!” he said catching his breath and stroking me with a very firm grip on my throbbing throat-slimed hard-on.

I took the opportunity to tackle him and got my tongue on his neck and in his pits; salty and musky and ripe!  Mmmmmmmm!!!  “Dude I am going to fuck you SO hard and SO long,” I boasted as I worked my way down his torso.

He just growled amid moans that seemed to go on forever.

I bypassed his dripping dick completely and pulled his legs up and went into his crack.  Funky with sweat but still a hint of soap to his hole so all systems GO!  He wiggled and moaned while I devoured his hole.  When I didn’t relent and went into ten or more minutes of munching that hole his begging got demanding.  “Dude if you don’t fuck me I’ll fuckin’ rape your cock!”

I laughed and pulled back and laughed some more.  “Your husband is a lucky guy,” I speculated.

“Dude, YOUR husband is the luckiest guy in the world man!”

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied sincerely and momentarily felt a pang of guilt.  “Where are those fucking condoms?  And for your sake I hope you have lube.”

While he slithered around and rustled in a drawer I got up, got my shorts, and checked my phone again.  I can’t say what I would have done if Kent had replied or even if he’d read my text; but it was moot because it was still “delivered.”  I tossed the phone down and climbed back on the bed.

The dude came up with a strip of Magnums and some lube and held all up victoriously.  “I have to tell you that I’m a once-and-done sort of guy,” I told him mostly honestly.

He looked down and grabbed my raging dick.  Looking me in the eye he said, “Probably best; my proctologist is in Belize for January and if you fucked me repeatedly like I’d like I’d be in the E.R. with some stranger up my ass.  I’m not that kinda guy!” he added with a laugh and a silly grin.

“Uh don’t look now but a stranger is about to be up your ass,” I pointed-out.

“Oh fucking is a totally different standard,” he said like it made total sense.  He gave my dick a squeeze; he was still holding it.  “And this bad boy definitely makes the standard!”

I grabbed the lube from him and he groaned, “Yeah daddy!” and fell back on his back with his legs splayed.

“Nuh uh!” I told him.  “On all fours like the slut you are!”

“Yes sir!”  He was up and on his hands and knees in a flash!

“Hold that hole open!”

His face collapsed to the bedding, and with both hands he reached back and pulled that gym-sculpted bubble but apart to show the tight but well-used hole is made a meal of.  In his haste the condoms fell from his hand and off the side of the bed.  “Ooops,” he said without a hint of remorse.

“You want it raw?  You want my cum flooding that slut hole?”

His answer was either well-acted or now he was thinking of consequences.  “I shouldn’t.  Are you clean?  At least this way my husband won’t know I’ve used some of his stash; he won’t know what a slut I am.  Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned as my middle finger slid easily inside his burning hot hole.

The irony was that as he clenched on my finger inside him and I burned to jam my rod inside him and fuck his slutty hole I didn’t once think of what a slut I was.  I didn’t think again of Kent working feverishly at home on something I hardly understood but thinking his husband was out for a long bike ride not fucking around.

I pulled my finger out; he moaned mournfully.  I added lube to my index finger and middle finger both and pushed back in and scissored inside him; this time there was a significant resistance and he cried out, “Easy!  I’m not used to that much thickness.”

I didn’t know if it was play-acting and good control in his chute or if he was seriously saying my thick middle finger was all he was used to.  As his muscles fought the spread of two fingers he moaned; again ambiguous as to enjoyment or pain.  “You’re going to have to open more to take me,” I told him.

“Make it hurt!  Make me feel it!!!” he moaned still tight and resistant.

“Fine!  You asked for it!!!  You clean?” I finally asked.

“Tested on the thirtieth.  My husband left on the second for his business trip; my results came up clean on the app today and nobody’s been there.  I can show you if you want.”  All of it was said haltingly as he breathed and grunted while my two fingers scissored inside his very tight hole and channel.

I withdrew quickly; he yelped a little.  I quickly swiped my aching hard-on and then shoved my pelvis forward and got my flared head into position.  “Breathe and relax!” I commanded as I pushed hard against the resistance of his hole and gripped his hips hard for leverage.

“Oh fucking SHIT!” he cried out as my head pushed harder and spread his tightened ring.

I wasn’t even in but he was cursing as I pushed harder and held the pressure steady.  “Open the fuck up slut!” I ordered him and pushed even harder.

It wasn’t an act; his hole was holding tight against the intrusion probably open as much as he usually was.  My god, I thought suddenly; What would he do if a monster dick like Kent’s was pushing into him? I wondered.

Just when I was going to retreat and go back to fingering him open he shouted, “Just do it!  Shove it in me!” and pushed back against me and clutched back at my hip and ass and pulled on me.

For a moment I thought it would be my dick that bent and yielded.  But then with a great howl he spewed a string of curses as I breeched that opening and shoved balls-deep in him; the force we’d both exerted propelled me before I could stop.

“FUCK SHIT OH FUCKING HELL!  FUCK THAT’S SO FUCKIN’ HUGE.  FUUUUUUUUCK THAT FUCKING HURTS LIKE A FUCKING BITCH!  FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

My dick felt like it was being squeezed by a vise; a burning hot human vise.  I held still because I didn’t know if I could pull back without hurting one of us.  His curses continued.  I spared a thought on the Magnums and his statement that his husband was about my size; obviously not!

“YOU’RE HALF-WAY UP MY STOMACH! FUUUUCK!  IT FUCKIN’ FEELS LIKE YOU RIPPED ME OPEN!”  He was pounding the bed with his fists and clutching the cover as he continued his litany.

“You want me to … “

He growled out his loud reply.  “Just FUCK ME!  Do it!  Do what you came here to do to me!”

I gave a passing thought to No means yes? and for a moment I doubted myself and empathized with all the men who’ve gotten mixed signals during and then either got thanks or accusations after.  I started to withdraw and felt like a layer of my dick’s skin might be left in him.

“FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK FUCKING SHIT!” he cried.  That only pushed me to think this would be over if I succeeded in getting my smarting dick free.  But then with a loud long grunt he pushed back.  “OH FUCKING HELL SO FUCKING BIG!”  He had me balls-deep again and was pulling forward again.

The tightness was painful enough that I groaned and grunted a loud exhale myself; but my primal instincts took over and I gripped his hips tight again and pulled and then shoved again.  “FUCK!” he nearly screamed.  And then delayed came the, “Yeahhhhhhhhh.”  It wouldn’t have mattered; I’d entered rut mode and millennia of primal genetics were controlling the play now.

It took minutes before there was a hint of his muscles giving the slightest bit of relaxation around my stinging dick; but it happened just a little.  He gave a mild affirmation by way of a lessening of the volume of his shouts and cries but still the tightness was painful for me.  This served to work both as a stoke to my ego by suggesting the reminder to me that my dick is well beyond the average despite being scale-dwarfed by Kent’s monster and also to scale down what should have been a quicker build-up to a climax due to the tightness and heat of him.

“This what you wanted slut?” I grunted out as my groin slapped loudly into his bouncing bubble-butt.

“FUCK DUDE!  I HAVEN’T BEEN … AHHHH FUCK!  I HAVEN’T BEEN … NGGGHHHHHH … FUCKED LIKE THIS IN FOREVER!”  It wasn’t responsive to the question but I took it as a yes since he wasn’t bucking me off him.

I pounded away and the burn of his tightness persisted.  I wondered if I’d ever get my nut.  And just when I did my hips pulled back more until my dick-head was in peril of pulling free of him and he howled-out a cry of pain and protest that had me shoving back into him hard enough that he collapsed onto his stomach with a loud grunt.  My thrusting followed him down onto his sweaty hard back and had me drilling him hard and deep at that new angle.

“OH JESUS FUCK RIGHT THERE!” he cried as his body twitched and jolted under me.  “FUCK MAN YEAH RIGHT THERE!”

And then his cries went higher and less articulate, his body tensed from the sweaty nape of his neck to his calves, and all of a sudden the roared-out an affirmation and began spasming under me as I drove into him faster and harder.  “FUCK MAN I’M FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!”

I felt his channel spasming like a milking machine as he writhed under me; that was enough to get me on the slide to release.  I pounded harder to his cries and moans and kept it up as the pressure and tightness in my sac built to the bust.  Finally I drove in one final time and felt my body wracked by the exploding jolts in me and my seed flooded him.

“AHHHHH JESUS FUCK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ BIGGER.  I FUCKIN’ FEEL IT PUMPING INTO ME!”

I felt the heat of my sperm flooding around my head inside his still-clenched channel but honestly was powerless to do anything but pump it into him.  I was less than conscious and rode it out with his sound-track continuing on the edge of my awareness.

His tight sopping hole was like a human cock-ring and I was showing no sign of the usual softening when I became aware of my surroundings.  I was draped over him with both of us sweaty messes and the huge room reeking like a locker room where there’d been a post-game orgy.  I lifted my chin off his shoulder and felt his panting breaths in his muscles under me.  “When?” I gasped and paused.

“When do we do this again?  Or when do you pull out?  Or when … does my husband come home?” he attempted to fill the blanks.

“Last one,” I managed with a little control returning.   

“He flies in tonight and if he’s true to form I’d better have my head game on point or he’s going to have my torn-up hole in the hospital!  OR beat the fuck out of my cheating ass when he feels me stretched to equine proportions.”

“Dramatic much?” I asked and began to lift myself.

“Dude seriously?  That weapon of yours is twice his size.”  Ah the truth finally.  I didn’t ask about the Magnums.”  No way I’ll be back together for him to feel like I’m tight … probably never!”

“This may hurt,” I told him because I was still hard in him as I began to pull out.

When he yelped I decided to go with the band-aid approach and yanked myself out fast.  It hurt like hell to have my layer of skin pulled again but the warm air of the room felt good on my dripping dick when it was free.  I flopped down next to him as he caught his breath.  “Damn dude!”

“Damn dude sorry you’re used to a training dick?  Damn dude I want that ass again?  Damn dude I’m late and need a ride to somewhere near my house because my husband is going to be wondering where I am?  How am I doing?”

I just laughed at the inanity of it all and felt my dick shrinking to its post-fuck norm.  “You write questions for game shows or something?”

He laughed with me.  “Couldn’t be farther from that.  InfoSec … down the block.”  It seemed I was supposed to know what that reference was.  Or maybe his “down the block” was like his “a block away” referring to where he lived and he might work on the Southside!  I laughed again.

“That funny?  What do you do?”

“Retired actually,” I told him without elaborating.  He gave a questioning grunt and I added, “Finance.”

“Ah,” he said enigmatically; I didn’t ask for elaboration.

“I better get going,” I said and got myself up.

“Thanks man,” he said and got himself up with an exaggerated moan and a reach for his ass.  He turned his back to me and bent.  “Do me a favor and tell me if it looks like I could park my car in there?”

I looked down at my dick as soon as I saw how puffy and battered his anus looked; thankfully I didn’t see blood.  Note to self: write a review of that lube!  I stole a glance at the lube bottle and took note that it was heavy duty; I wondered why but stopped myself from asking if his husband was so under-endowed and he wasn’t huge why they needed industrial strength Gun Oil.  “Uh let’s just say it’s noticeable but no additional parking capacity.”

He laughed.  “Fuckin’ feels like it!  You and your husband open?”

I didn’t know exactly how to answer that.  Kent and I enjoyed many men together and had a loose rule about playing with others separately; that had never gone beyond a blowjob before.

“I think I get the answer,” he busted into my thoughts as I pulled-up my still-sweat-sodden bike shorts.  “My husband and I aren’t open either.  But you were so … HOT!”

“Or you were just horny from a week without!” I chuckled as I sat to pull on my ankle socks and get my bike shoes on.

“You might think I’m a ho bro but I haven’t cheated … much.”

I didn’t point-out that cheating was like pregnancy; if you do it you’re a cheater.  I stopped with both socks on and one shoe ready to go on and wondered with fear, Am I a cheater?

At that point in my recount of my afternoon’s activity Kent put his hand on mine and pulled it to his tented shorts.  Still didn’t answer the question but clearly I was getting a pass if I was.  “What I loved about you from the start and for those six months before we fucked Al was your masculinity; raw but refined at the same time.  Men have needs,” my PhD husband said like some Neanderthal shrink.

“Then why aren’t you my virile husband fucking everyone in town?  Or am I Julia Roberts in this script and you are?”

He leaned forward still holding my hand on his raging boner and kissed me hungrily.  When he left me breathless he said, “No judgment here at all,” he began and clasped his hand tight on mine so I gripped his throbbing dick.  “But for me Al you’re always who I want and nobody else measures-up!”

“Fuck!  No judgment but way to make me feel shitty.”

“FUCK NO!” he almost yelled in my face.  “See how hot I am for you hearing about my big virile husband going off for a day on his own and then coming home to me?  Al I’m gonna show you and fuck it into your thick head that what WE do is always US and always will be US.  He kissed me again and hours later he’d done as he promised and we were both famished but in need of a hosing-down.  My dick was sorer than ever; pleasantly so!

“I feel like dinner in Avondale,” he said with a cheeky grin when we were in the shower.  My look of surprise made him smile.  “Strangely the thought came into my mind before you even texted me that address.  Nice house by the way; I Zillowed it when you were … cleaning-up before we …  Hope that guy doesn’t get a divorce and come after my man with his big bucks and try to steal you away from me,” he said with a grin.

But it was a little too soon for that humor.  I said so as he pulled me into our wet room and under the rain shower head.  

“How about we stay home here together and naked and eat each other instead?” I asked and nuzzled into Kent’s always-open arms. The waft of his musk even under the shower spray made my already-hard dick twitch and drip on his leg.

“Fuck sake Al!” he answered with a quick stroke to my throbbing dick that stung … and ignited me all over again.  That start took us to exhausting the entire contents of the hot water heater and our trusty beast Sasha had exhausted his patience waiting for his dinner.

Part 3

It had been a couple weeks since Chanel, has she put it in a text the next day, made me walk funny. It was now Labor Day weekend and I had the rare Friday night off, but did have work scheduled Saturday through Monday, so I couldn’t get too crazy or go anywhere too far for the night. 

I was debating going to a local bar or club with my friends. Have a few drinks and maybe meet a one night stand. I knew nothing about gay bars, so that wasn’t an option, but I was also excited about the possibility of another gay experience. I didn’t know where to start.

Don’t get me wrong, I was still very attracted to women and was open to the idea of a holiday weekend hook up. When it came to sex with a woman I was always in charge, due in part to my personality and also because I was a pretty big somewhat athletic guy. I’d be the one picking them up, pushing them down on the bed, pulling their hair just that right amount as I fucked her doggy, and I would be the one shooting my cum on her or down her throat. I was the one in control. 

My two gay experiences were the exact opposite. I was pushed around and restrained, I was the one getting my hair pulled while I got my face fucked, and I was the one taking cum to my face and down my throat. On top of everything, I was the one getting fucked. The lack of control turned me on as much as anything else. I enjoyed being used the way I was. Just thinking of everything made up my mind for me. I needed more of that. 

I gave Chanel a call and got no answer. Didn’t shock me since it was a holiday weekend and she is a DJ, she was probably doing a gig. I tried my luck looking online in chat rooms, but had no idea what to look for. I was puzzled. Puzzled, horny, and about to give up and just go meet up with my friends. Then I remembered I had some souvenirs from Rebecca’s 4th of July party, the Polaroid photos. 

I reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand where I had them hidden in a book away from prying eyes. At first I hid them hiding my shame, but lately I had been jerking off to the photos of me being blindfolded, restrained, and sucking cock. I looked at Victor’s number on the photo and gave it a call. A familiar loud feminine voice answered on the 4th ring.

“Hi, who’s this?” Victor asked either annoyed or impatient.

“Uh, hi Victor, this is Frankie, um, the bartender from the 4th of July par…” I stammered out before he interrupted me.

“Oh! Hi honey! I was afraid we scared you off, hahaha. I guess you found my cleverly placed phone number after all!” He said in a mix of an excited and victorious manner. 

“And why have I been blessed this evening to get a call from my straight bartender with the tight sleeves and delicious bubble butt? Back for more, baby?” He asked.

I hadn’t planned this far ahead. Poor planning really. What did I want and how do I heavily hint at it, but not come right out and say it? Usually with women it was asking to get coffee, a drink, dinner, or to come over and watch a movie. What do I say to a guy who during our first night meeting and barely talking ended up with each other’s cocks in our mouths? How was I supposed to say, “please sir, more cock play?”

“Well I have the night off and wanted to maybe see if you’d want to get together somewhere for…” Was what I was rambling on to answer him with when he abruptly interrupted me.

“Oh! So you do want some more then! My big straight boy has a taste for cock and wants some more! Well, why didn’t you just say so honey? Why don’t you come over and we’ll talk about it.” Victor said in his usual loud effeminate way. 

We chatted a little bit more with him giving me directions to his house on the North Shore of Long Island about 40 minutes from where I Iived in Queens. This was before GPS in the cars so I wrote down all his directions including the various landmarks to turn at. During that drive I was having that same combination of nerves and horniness I felt when meeting up with Chanel. That drive felt like forever because I got lost and that 40 minute drive turned into almost an hour and a half before I turned down his very long driveway to his equally as impressive house tucked away in a wooded area of Long Island. 

I parked and walked up to the door. I rang the bell, Victor opened the door, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me inside. 

He led me directly past the big entryway area, down a hallway, and into the kitchen where he asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I asked if he had vodka and club soda and he whipped one up real quick. When he came over to the island in the middle of the kitchen with the drinks I noticed he was wearing black basketball shorts, a teal tank top, and white sandals. It was still summer so I was also wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a blue tee, and a pair of sneakers. I took the drink from him, we clinked glasses, and I took a sip.

“Don’t be so talkative, sweetie” he said sarcastically while caressing my left bicep.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of my element at the moment, but thanks for inviting me over. This is a really nice house.” I said, trying to not come off as nervous.

“Well thank you, I hope I can show you some more of it. Now what did you have in mind when you came over?” Victor said while now getting a little closer to me and rubbing my knee.

“I’m not really sure. I’m open to whatever you want to do.” I said very nervously and took a big sip from my very strong drink.

“Oh, whatever I want? Hmm, so many ideas to do with a big boy like you” he said as he slid his hand from my knee, up my shorts, and put a nice firm grab on my now hardening cock and balls.

While rubbing my cock he took my drink, put it on the counter, and with that free hand guided my hand down his shorts to stroke his hard cock. He leaned in, licked my ear, released his hold on me and I did the same. 

“Why don’t we take these drinks outside?” He said as he smiled and motioned for me to follow him. 

I followed him outside to his back patio that overlooked the Long Island Sound. It was a clear not too humid night out. The stars were very visible. To my left was more woods, but to the right was his neighbor’s house who appeared to be having a party that was visible and audible from Victor’s patio. I looked back to my left and Victor had tossed away his clothes revealing his petite, toned, and smooth body.

“Time for us to have our own party!” He exclaimed as I stood there shocked and frozen in place.

He walked over to me, clearly in the possible site of his neighbor’s, grabbed me by the shirt to pull me close and kissed me deeply with tongue. I went with it and started making out with him, awkwardly running my hands over his back. His hands went back around my ass, squeezing it tightly and pulling it close to him. While making out he led us a few steps back towards the door, now mostly out of the view at the party. I reached down and started stroking his cock again as we made out. 

“Why don’t we see if you’re as good at sucking cock as you are at kissing, baby?” Victor said and I took a quick look around before he started tugging my shirt downward, strongly hinting for me to get on my knees.

I got on my knees in front of him as he grabbed his cock and teased my lips with the tip before he grabbed the top of my head and guided my lips over his cock. His cock was 6-7 inches and a good thickness, but not as thick as Chanel’s so I was able to take it all the way down after a few bobs up and down the shaft. He told me to play with his balls as I sucked so I started fondling them as I sucked and then worked my tongue and mouth down to them as well.

“Mmm, my big straight boy is a natural cock sucker. Your talents were being wasted on women” Victor said making me feel confident in what I was doing.

He pulled at the top of my hair and told me it was time to bring our party inside.

“I can’t be the only one naked, sweetie. Let’s get those clothes off and show off that chest hair” he said as we walked into his living room.

I pushed my sneakers off and started to pull off my shirt when I was interrupted.

“Now what kind of host would I be if I didn’t strip my guest down. You just relax and let me take care of those clothes.” Victor demanded in a friendly manner.

Victor came up close to me, undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, gave my cock a good grab and then pulled my shorts down and pushed me back towards a big chair to sit me down since I was quite a bit taller than him. He straddled me in the chair, pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside as he slid down to bite my nipple.

I winced in pain and he switched to the other one, giving it a quick bite while squeezing my balls a bit. He then slid down and spread my legs apart so he’d have easier access to my hard cock.

He began sucking me hard and fast, slobbering all over my shaft and balls. He’d alternate to kissing my balls and inner thigh while his hands reached up to play with my nipples. He then started working his mouth down my right leg, removed the socks and started rubbing my feet. He quickly started sucking on each toe individually. It felt amazing. Then suddenly Victor popped up.

“Oh, what a terrible host I’ve been. I haven’t even given you the tour yet!’ Victor said in only the loud way he could. I wasn’t sure if he was naturally this energetic and loud or there was some help there, either way I was being led by a hand on my cock down a hallway.

He led me into what was a very impressive workout room complete with treadmill, exercise bike, and one of those expensive resistance band all in machines. He pushed and positioned me in a seated position on the resistance band machine and straddled me. Victor started gyrating his hips rubbing my cock with his smooth ass. He continued to give me a lap dance, turning around and grinding his ass on my hard cock. I was ready to explode. He must have sensed this as he stood up, pulled over a yoga mat, and got on his knees in front of me.

“I think it’s time for me to give you some head from a skilled pro and maybe you’ll learn something.” Victor said as he started licking my shaft and tip up and down looking right into my eyes.

Victor started bobbing up and down on my rock hard cock while lightly tickling my balls. He sucked me slow, fast, and everything in between leaving me squirming with pleasure on the gym machine. He pushed my legs up and ran his tongue from my taint to my balls and up my shaft before taking it all back down again. He really was skilled at this. He stood up, sat on my lap, gave me a deep French kiss, and grabbed me by the cock again.

“Let’s go check out another room, honey” He said as I blindly followed his lead, a little light headed from his blow job.

He led me into a bar/game room with a  pretty well stocked bar against the far wall and a pool table in the center. 

“Mr. Straight Bartender, why don’t you fix us up some refreshers and a couple shots of tequila? Let’s see how that ass bartends naked.” Victor said while motioning me to get behind the bar.

I found shot glasses and a high priced bottle of tequila quickly and set up the shots on the bar. I found a bottle of orange flavored vodka, found some ice cubes in a mini fridge behind the bar, and found a soda gun to mix the drink with. I turned around and Victor was behind the bar, reached for my cock, and started stroking it.

“Let’s see how you work under pressure.” He said as I topped off our drinks with a soda gun, barely keeping it in the glass while he jerked me.

He grabbed the drink, took a sip, and told me I passed. He went back to the other side of the bar and did his shot. I went to take my shot, he grabbed it, and told me to come and get it. I came around the bar, he told me to get on my knees, close my eyes and open my mouth. He fed me the shot and after I took it down I opened my eyes and his cock was looking me right in the face. I didn’t need guidance this time and started sucking it right away. He guided my head with one hand and as I looked up I could see he was drinking with the other, definitely enjoying himself. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, pulled me up, pushed me back against the bar giving me another deep French kiss while giving my ass a nice squeeze. He handed me my drink, clinked our glasses, and he walked out of the room. I instinctively followed thinking I might be sucking cock in every room of this house.

I followed Victor and his firm ass back through the living room, sipping my drink, and realizing where my clothes were. He went up a staircase past the chair I was previously sitting in and into a new room. I followed quickly after and entered a room that had a queen sized bed with dark red sheets on it and he told me to make myself comfortable.

I sat upright on the side of the bed sipping my drink as Victor pulled some black straps that were affixed to each corner of the bed. He told me to put my drink on the nightstand and then he pushed me back on the bed, stroking my cock, and giving me another deep kiss. He pulled the straps tightly around my wrists and ankles, leaving me completely open to whatever he wanted to. He straddled me reverse cowboy style leaned over and started sucking my cock and positioning his into my mouth putting us in a hot 69. While we sucked each other he teased my tight ass with his finger. He got off me and ran out of the room. Leaving me tied up and hard.

He came back after a few minutes a box full of mystery items. The first thing he took out was nipple clamps and he placed them on each nipple, giggling while pleased with himself. He pulled out lube and something else I couldn’t quite see and he got between my legs and started blowing me again as he applied some lube to my ass. He slowly slid a small butt plug into me as he continued to suck me. He shifted himself up, grinding his ass on my cock again, sticking a finger in my mouth, worked his tight ass around my cock and slowly pushed his ass all the way down to my balls. He started bouncing up and down on my cock, riding me like a sex toy. His tight hole making my cock feel pleasure it’s never experienced before.

“I. I. I think I’m going to cum.” I muttered as he bounced up and down on my cock. 

“Well don’t be shy, share that with me, honey.” Victor said.

I came as he rode me, filling him up with my cum. I could feel it dripping out of him and down my cock.

“You were backed up there, that was a lot of cum, baby” he said as he rolled off me.

He left the room again leaving me tied up and spent. He came back in with some wet towels and cleaned me off, but still left me restrained. 

“I’m going to get a drink, honey. Don’t go anywhere.” He said as he walked out of the room.

I pulled a bit at the restraints, but decided I was better off not breaking the bed or myself. I was at the post ejaculation level of peace and non horniness, but also a little worried that Victor hadn’t come back yet. After at least 15 minutes he came back in, drink in hand.

Victor sat on the bed and started jerking my soft cock while enjoying his drink. When he was just about finished with his drink he continued to stroke my semi erect cock and added his skilled mouth to it, sucking me until I was back to being hard.

“There we go, we can’t end our night just yet. I still need to get off too, you know.” He said as he slid the butt plug out of me. 

He undid the leg restraints and started to suck on my toes again. I wasn’t sure why this felt so good, but I was enjoying it. He massaged up and down my legs as he sucked on my toes, making me feel relaxed and horny at the same time. 

He then undid my wrist restraints, took off the nipple clamps, and had me flip over. He started sliding his body up and down my back, brushing his cock against my ass each time. He lightly bit my ear, grabbed the lube, and reached down and lubed up my ass. He did another body slide and this time on his way back up started to slowly work his cock into me. I slightly moaned as he entered me. He pushed on my shoulders as he got all the way inside me, adjusting me slightly to angle himself better. He used his knees to spread my legs a bit and started fucking me slowly. He smacked my ass as he picked up the speed.

After he had me taking his cock to his liking he had me turn on my side and while he was kneeling next to me he started fucking me from an angle that got him even deeper. 

Victor then spun me the rest of the way over onto my back, put my legs together, pushed them back, having me hold them, and started pounding me in that position. I was enjoying the pain and pleasure combination. He spread my legs putting my ankles on each of his shoulders. He leaned over, pushing my legs back towards me, getting his cock nice and deep inside me. 

“Can I fill you, baby?” He asked as he continued to pound me.

I thought about it for a few moments as he continued to stretch my hole. I was in the moment so I made a decision.

“Yes, please fill me.” I said as his cock thrust in and out of me.

“Mmm good, honey. I’m going to fill you up good” he said and after another minute or so I felt his warm goo fill me up. 

It was an unusual feeling, but being used like that made me feel so turned on. I could feel the cum dripping out of me as he pulled out. He curled up next to me, gave me a deep kiss, and got up to grab the towels again. He toweled me off and handed me my drink back. 

“Was this better than going off to the club to try and get some pussy?” Victor said, proud of showing me a time no woman could.

“My night definitely wouldn’t have been so adventurous if I did that” I said still feeling the effects of his deep fucking. 

Victor disappeared to what I assumed was the bathroom so I finished my drink and went down the stairs to retrieve my clothes. 

I got dressed minus one sock that I couldn’t find and checked the time on my phone. It was close to 11 PM. An early night for me.

“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, right honey?” Victor said to me as he energetically walked down the stairs now wearing really short green shorts and a black shirt that hung off his shoulder.

I assured him I was not and I just got dressed while I was waiting.

“What do you think? It’s still early, shall we have another drink. I promise I won’t interrupt you making it this time.” He said laughing.

I didn’t want to be rude, so I made the drinks and we went outside on the patio. The neighbor’s party seemed to have ended with only a couple lights being seen in the house. I took a seat at the small circular outdoor glass table and Victor sat in the chair to my left. 

“You know what I like about you straight guys that discover their taste for cock?” Victor mused out loud.

“What’s that?” I answered, honestly not knowing what he was going to say.

“You’re always so eager to please. Like you’re making up for lost time. You suck dick like your life depends on it. Some of you are quick learners at least” he said with a pleased lustful look in my direction.

I felt awkward, but relieved that Victor was complimenting me. This evening went a little further than I was expecting and while I was trying to be polite and stay and chat a bit, I did want to start heading back home. Victor was in no rush to end the night just yet.

“There’s also something about fucking a straight ass, making a big strong man my bottom, and just taking control of a masculine man who knows how to follow directions that makes my cock oh so hard.” Victor said while sipping his drink. 

I shifted a little in my seat. Victor describing everything so blatant was making my shorts a little tight. I sipped at my drink not realizing I had finished it. Victor told me to relax and he’ll go get another round. 

Victor came back out shirtless with the drinks and made himself comfortable in my lap, adjusting his ass enough to hunt me a little hard as he held his hand out for me to grab my drink. I took the drink and took a sip as Victor gyrated slightly on me while he enjoyed his drink. He grabbed my hand, pulled me up to my feet and walked me over to the end of the patio overlooking the sound and in clear view of the neighbor’s window. He turned around, undid my belt, and pulled my shorts to my ankles.

Victor started hungrily taking my cock in his mouth getting me hard immediately. I looked up in pleasure at the starry sky as he sucked me and gave my balls a good squeeze. He slipped his finger in my ass as he sucked me almost bringing me to orgasm. 

Victor stood up, leaned up against the railing of the patio, sliding his shorts off, and told me to fuck him. My dick still wet from his sloppy blow job slowly entered his ass. He pushed back onto my dick, telling me to fuck him like I fuck a woman. I grabbed him by the hips and started pounding him hard, fast, and deep while we both faced the Long Island Sound. I pumped and he pushed back, my balls slapping up against his firm ass. He stands up, pushes up against my cock, reaches back grabbing my ass, pushing me deeper into him. He moans and slides off me. 

“No cumming yet, baby. Take off your shirt, put your hands on the railing and spread your legs” he said in a demanding way.

My legs were spread enough for his liking so he kicked them wider. Victor gave my balls a firm slap and spread my cheeks with his hand and spit on to my hole.

Then I felt his tongue running over my hole and then worked his way into it. I squirmed as he tongued my ass, my first time feeling how good this was. Victor worked his tongue around and in my ass, occasionally jerking my cock with his free hand. Once I was wet enough for his liking, he pulled my hips back adjusting my ass to his cock level and pushed his way into me. 

He spit on his cock to make it wetter as he worked it all the way in. It was easier this time to take, but still that combination of pleasure and pain. Victor called me his bitch and started pounding my ass as I gripped the rails. I stopped caring if the neighbors looked out the window even as he slapped my ass loudly and telling me he owned my straight ass. 

At some point he pushed me onto my knees with my ass up in the air getting pounded as I held the bottom of the rail. He pulled my hair back as he fucked me, using all the leverage to slam me as deep as he can.

“Turn around and sit up.” He said as I watched him stroking his cock.

“Look up at me.” He said.

He jammed his cock into my mouth gave my mouth a few pumps and shot his load down my throat. He pushed me to my back and started jerking me off until I shot all over myself. 

“Stay right there, honey” he said as he ran inside to what I figured was to get a towel. 

He came out and I heard a camera go off. He had a Polaroid camera. He pulled out the photo, told me to stay right there, and took another photo.  I was a little confused and dazed still from the second round of sex I wasn’t expecting so I just went with it.

I got dressed, still covered in cum and saliva, and Victor stayed naked as we went back inside. He grabbed me by the crotch and told me to call him anytime. I started for the door to end the night completely satisfied.

“Honey, don’t forget your parting gift.” Victor said as he handed me a Polaroid photo, slapped my ass, and walked me out.

I got in my car and took a look at the photo. My hair was a mess, you could see the cum on my chest and stomach, and my cock looking completely drained. On the bottom he left a note:

“Let’s take more photos soon baby”.

I put the photo down, planning on adding it to the ones I have at home, and started my commute home. I’m going to be sore tomorrow I thought to myself, but it was worth it. This year of sexual exploration has been eye opening and I looked forward to whatever happened next.

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Part 4 of Tip Your Bartender coming soon. Thanks for reading

A big shoutout to all my subs and other readers. Thanks for reading, grading (so benevolently) and commenting. Also, it is amazing to receive so many DMs on insta (‘MasterAleks95’), most of them also very humble and polite as it should be. It’s a safe space, you can comment on stories, beg for humiliation, or ask questions regarding your sexuality or kink in general. Don’t be shy 😉

And now enjoy the story! (Lasse’s next story is still under construction)

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The bell rang and the students started to pack their stuff and got up from their seats – ready for the mid-term vacation.

“It is me who ends class, not the bell!” yelled Mr. Ray.

Despite his 180 cm of height, the gawky build and his young age (he got a cute little cake for his 30th birthday a couple of months ago) didn’t give him much authority. Most of this class’s students were already adults themselves. I myself measured a good 190 and with my buff, athletic build, he could fit into me twice. I could eat him for breakfast without any doubt.

However, with the prospect of two weeks leisure time, everybody fell back to their chairs and waited for the closing remarks not willing to get into an argument.

“Please do not forget to work on your essays about the societal order during the Victorian era and how aristocrats from that period compare to today’s societal elite. Your work will make up 35% of your final grade, so put in some effort! I wish you some busy holidays.”

You could hear sighing here and there, mostly students who originally had hoped for an easy English course when signing up. But not with Mr. Ray. He took his teaching quite seriously and he was as closefisted with his A’s as Ebenezer Scrooge was with his money. Although my English was flawless and my argumentation stringent, his tasks always had a ‘challenging’ notion to them. He expected students to ‘think further’ and ‘question everything’. At least he put it that way. Most times he just wanted to see his own opinion reproduced on paper black and white. Just take his latest essay task as an example: It was clear to me that he wanted to hear something about how Victorian Lords and Ladies kept maids and butlers to serve them or the working class to run their factories, while just granting them a bare minimum of food and shelter to survive. Then, we should compare them to nowadays super billionaires who have massive wealth and keep ‘the working class’ occupied by granting them access to pointless materialism, namely new cars, new iPads, new clothes. Essentially, the ‘working class’ had just upgraded from food and shelter to television and fast cars.

Sometimes, I could go along with his argumentation, but occasionally I felt like deviating. Mostly, when his points were utter crap. Especially considering that our school was a private and wealthy one. Parents who sent their children here usually scored within the top 1% of net income. It felt like an act of rebellion from Mr. Ray to grant us with such homework. And although I usually didn’t care for personal sensitivities, the way he insisted on his perspective and let people score lower for expressing their individual opinions, gave me an urge to beat his shabbiness out of him. Funnily, I had prepared something to bring this snotty asshole back down to earth.

“Sorry Mr. Ray, but could I speak to you for a minute? It’s about my half-year’s score. If I put together all my tests and the oral scores, my final mark should be something around 1.4. However, my mid-year review lists English with a 2. As this is the certificate I’m going to use for my university applications, I wanted to ask whether there has been a mistake.” I inquired.

“No, there has been no mistake. It is within my individual judgment to round the grade up or down when it’s close enough to a tie. I know that it is unusual, but I wanted to motivate you to work even harder to score a solid 1 on your final diploma during the second semester, you know? Sometimes, you must work hard to get what you want” and he winked at me as if saying ‘not like the tons of money you spoilt kids get from daddy for free’.  He shut his briefcase and subconsciously finished our conversation, but I was not done yet.

“Sure. Thanks for being such a motivational teacher!” came out of my mouth while my innermost was fuming for a second because of the audacity to bring his own deficiency down on his students. But I relaxed immediately knowing that I had clarified the issue with our head principal already. He was a good friend of our family and had spent multiple afternoons in the country club with my father. Something Mr. Ray, or for that matter no other teacher at our school, could afford doing regularly. The principal found it ridiculous and corrected the issue right away.

“Since you’re such an exceptional teacher, the class has prepared a little mid-term gift for you. Not much, just a little something to come down and relax a bit. Enjoy!”

I handed him a voucher. It granted access to an individual spa room in my high-end gym for one afternoon. Those things were meant to relax in private with own changing rooms, sauna, hot tub, and heated stone loungers. Being our class representative, it also didn’t look suspicious that I was the one handing over the present.

What he didn’t know was that the gift was mine all alone. Further, the voucher code was linked to my gym profile so that I’d get a calendar appointment when it was redeemed to book a time slot.

“Thanks, Aleks. Although I usually don’t accept gifts from students, in this instance I think I can make an exception since it doesn’t come from an individual, but rather the entire class.”

He took a moment to inspect what he had just received. I feared he wouldn’t fall into my trap.

“I understand it’s a spa voucher, isn’t it? Can I bring my husband or is it limited to one person only?”

Gosh, his husband again. In classes, he sometimes interrupted teaching to talk about his better half for what felt like an eternity. Mathew here, Mathew there. Behind his back, students were already mocking him as Mr. Gay (I mean what are the chances?) because he was such a fan boy for his man. It would have been interesting to know whether Mathew was also just as much in love with Mr. Gay as vice versa…

“No, sorry, Mr. Ray. We thought it should be a relaxing retreat for you alone to clear your mind, forget the stressful hours with us, and stuff, you know?” I made something up on the spot and apparently, he bought it.

“Thanks again then and please forward my gratitude to your classmates as well. Have some nice vacation, Aleks!” and with these words he left the classroom. My trap was set, and I was eager to let Mr. Gay get caught.

 

It was Sunday evening when my phone buzzed to inform me about an upcoming event in my gym calendar. Tuesday afternoon, 1:00 pm, access code for the room attached. So, my beloved teacher had redeemed his voucher. Nice! Anticipation got hold of me and I started to prepare the stuff I’d need for this very special day…

 

On Tuesday, I went to the gym at 12:00. I didn’t want to miss out on Mr. Ray, and I could spend the remaining hour taking a short workout. Keeping an eye on the entrance, I spotted his arrival at 12:45 while I was at the bench press. The receptionist apparently recognized that Mr. Ray was not a member himself and used the chance to promote the gym. She explained some basics her finger pointing into different directions throughout the gym. Fortunately, she missed out on the free weight zone where I was working out currently. I considered the fortune a membership here cost and had to chuckle.

I put the weights back onto the pole and saw my teacher finally leaving the reception with his bag towards one of the private spa rooms. He entered room number four, I went to the lockers to grab my stuff, and followed him. Checking my phone, I typed in the access code and the door willingly opened with a ‘click’. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.

“Excuse me, but this room is occupied! Did I forgot to lock the door somehow?” came Mr. Ray’s annoying voice from the changing area.

“Would you mind…” he peaked around the corner apparently only covered with a towel around his waist as I could see his bare chest and the curled black hair on it. His eyes popped open when he saw me, and it took him a second to re-gain his speech.

“Aleks, what are you doing here? I thought these rooms are private?” was all he managed to ask while stepping into full view now. I had been right. He was naked, covered only by a towel he was holding tightly with his right hand.

I slowly started moving towards him step-by-step carrying my gym bag in my left hand.

“That is indeed correct. Private for members like me plus their selected friends and family. The voucher I gave you is my personal access code to the gym’s spa area and appointments are tied to my account. So basically, you are here thanks to my generosity. Maybe you should show some gratitude to your benevolent donor.” I was now only centimeters away. Our eyes met and you could see how uncomfortable he was with the entire situation.

“I knew something was odd about this. I shouldn’t have taken the voucher in the first place. It was you alone, not the class, right? If you assume to receive an upgrade to your mid-term grade with this, you are mistaken. I will leave immediately and report this attempt of bribery to the principal. Please leave this room!” And he turned his back on me, motioning to get back to his clothes. I didn’t let him. I grabbed his shoulder and held him in place.

“We are not doing anything from what you have just outlined. We are going to spend a very pleasant afternoon together. Well, pleasant for me, not so pleasant for you I presume.” I informed him.

“What are you talking about? If you think I’m some kind of perverted pedophile who uses the sauna with his students, you are even more deranged than I thought. And now let go of me, I will dress and leave!” he tried to order me around to get hold of the situation.

When his head turned and his mouth opened for another useless phrase, I spun his body around, kicked against his lower shinbone and brought him down to the ground on all fours. He was resting on his hands and knees, the towel still around his waist. Now, I was towering over him, his body enclosed between my legs. I let my gym bag drop next to us. Before he could understand what had just happened, I brought one knee down on the area between his shoulder blades and put my entire weight on it. Mr. Ray had to do a reversed slow-motion push-up to support my additional weight. I was surprised to see that he didn’t crash to the floor immediately. Nevertheless, his head rested on the tiled floor now with his face pointing towards my gym bag.

I took my sweaty tank top off and put it aside. Moving slightly forward on his back, I let my knees rest right and left from his shoulder blades on his arms, effectively immobilizing him on the ground.

“Are you fucking crazy?! Get away from me right now or I will scream for help! This is you last chance to…” was all he managed to say before I force-fed my sweat-soaked tank top into this motherfucker’s oral entry. If he was fighting before that, now he was in sheer rage. He was wiggling, shacking, and trying to get up with both his hands and feet. In my current position, it was difficult not to lose the upper hand with him rearing up like a bull. Therefore, I decided to change positions. Sliding a little down and positioning my legs in between his torso and arms, he thought he received a chance to break free. He tried to throw me off to one side and I played along, but in the motion, I brought my left arm around his throat and my legs below his stomach. Now I was the one lying on the floor with my back. However, not much had changed with respects to who had the upper hand in this fight. I was practically holding my teacher in a rear naked choke, legs crossed above his torso. He was still wiggling wildly, but in this position, it didn’t bother me at all. He tried to get my arms off with his hands, but his strength was already subsiding as I was pressing down on his windpipe. With one last uproar and shake to both sides, he consumed his remaining energy. He tapped on my leg twice to signal submission as you would in a wrestling match. But I was not accepting. Firstly, I could not risk it to be just a silly trap. Secondly, I wanted to devour this moment of domination over my filthy teacher who always thought so highly of himself. So, I kept the headlock up just to the point where I felt him getting lightheaded and his resistance subsiding. Since I had no plans to suffocate or knock Mr. Ray out, I released him from my choke hold and let his head drop to the floor.

“Don’t you dare to fucking move or I will knock you out completely the next time!” I commanded.

His mouth still gagged with my drenched gym top, he took in desperate grasps of air through his nose. Not daring or too light-headed to move, Mr. Gay just lie there trying to normalize his breathing. Meanwhile, I got up to my heels and went over to the gym bag. I unpacked some ropes which I brought from home. Back to our wrestling area, I started to firstly tie his hands above his head with a firm knot. Due to my extended choking, he was too breathless still to withstand my working. Having completed my knotting on his hands, I pulled him over the tiled floor towards and into the sauna room. He wiggled slightly on his way but didn’t provide much resistance after all.

Within and with him lying on his back on the wooden floor, I used another rope to tie his feet to one of the poles sustaining the benches where you’d sit during a sauna session. Finally, a third rope connected the knot around his hands to yet another bench pole. I also got rid of his towel revealing a rather tiny little wiener, covered by a lot of pubic hair. Maybe it was so small just due to the missing blood circulation? Who knows…

Now, Mr. Ray was entirely immobilized, outstretched on the wooden floor and buck naked. His breathing came more continuous now and it appeared he started to grasp the situation he was in.

I went out of the sauna room to undress myself and get some more required items. Firstly, I went to Mr. Ray’s pile of clothes, checked his pockets and found his smart phone. Secondly, I retrieved a black permanent marker from my gym bag as well as my own smart phone. Thirdly, I got rid of my gym shorts, shoes, and socks and covered myself with a towel. I’m not gonna lie: Our little fight left me sweating a bit, too, covering my entire body with a light shimmer of wetness. Well, it was finally time for some relaxation, wasn’t it? But before…

“Hey Mr. Ray, would you mind looking into the camera?” and with his face verification, I unlocked his phone. Luckily, he was using Instagram so that I did not have to download a new messenger for my plan. I befriended us and started to check through his phone’s gallery. Oh dear! He actually got a folder called ‘private stuff’, not encrypted! I snapped it open and dear lord, I was not disappointed. He had plenty of photos from his husband and himself, some rather ‘classy’ kissing on bridges or at restaurants. However, I kept scrolling and found the ‘spicy’ ones in their bedroom and even some nude or semi-nude images.

“Mr. Ray, I must admit, you have some rather interesting photos here. Further, I would have never imagined that you’d share such explicit material with a student like me and what are you writing now? ‘Dear Aleks, every time we have classes together, I barely endure the 90 minutes. The moment I see you, my cock gets hard, and I fear leaking pre-cum the entire time. After class, I have to leave for… you know, right? I love my husband, but he is a nothing compared to your gorgeous body and the self-esteem you carry around. If I could just have a single chance to prove my worthiness to a god like you, I’d lock away my dick for eternity. As you can see from the pictures, it’s not much to lock away anyhow. LOL!’ Well well well, Mr. Ray. Who would have thought that you are craving so much for me? These words and pictures, jeez, if anybody saw this, like the principal or your husband, that would end your career and your private life, wouldn’t’ it? Especially with one last photo, we are now preparing…”

I started using the permanent marker on his forehead. After I finished, the words ‘Master Aleks’ sperm bank’ emblazoned my teachers face. I quickly removed the gym top from his mouth, snapped a picture with his phone and sent it via our private chat. I put the phones aside and closed the sauna door.

“Gosh, despite your earlier pledges you seem to be indeed some kind of pedophile who likes to get into bed with his students. Incredible! What do you have to say in your own defense?” I inquired.

Mr. Ray’s face was a mixture of rage and fear. He knew he had been overpowered and outsmarted, and that there was no escape for him, so, while looking up to me with hatred in his eyes, he politely asked: “OK, you win. What do you want, Aleks? The better mark on your mid-term review?”

While I had been standing in the door frame before, next to his tied body, I now stepped on top of his stomach. First, just one foot adopting ‘The Thinker’s pose’ with my chin resting on my elbow resting on my knee.

“What could it be that I desire?” I took a minute to enjoy the hierarchy I had established.

“Eureka! I got it!” and with my exclamation I stepped on top of Mr. Ray with both of my feet and opened my arms as if to greet an imaginative audience.

Then, I bent my knees to be closer to his face and balanced on my feet’s balls to increase pressure on his chest. I looked him straight in the eyes and brought my index finger to his forehead.

“I want you to finally lose your complacent behavior and to show respect to your students, especially me. I don’t know whether you are jealous of my wealth or the fact that my English is just as smooth as yours being 12 years younger or that my future is shining bright like a star while yours has become a black hole already, but I’m sick of your shit. I’m sick of your homework. I’m sick of your self-righteousness. We will have a nice, educative, relaxing afternoon. Relaxing for me. Educative for you.”

I lifted myself up on his stomach. While keeping one foot on his flat chest to carry my entire weight, I started padding his cheek with my other foot. He turned his face away from my foot, probably a little disgusted from the smell, the moisture, and the degradation he had to endure. I took the chance to rest my foot on his cheek and temple, now also bringing some weight to it. I moved the foot closer to his nose, now that he couldn’t escape further. He was breathing through his mouth now. An act of rebellion once again, but this time I came prepared.

“Mr. Ray, sheesh! Let’s not be so formal anymore now that we got ourselves acquainted. Tom it is, isn’t it? Tom, I want you to take a deep breath through your nose and elaborate how my foot’s smell compares to your everyday smell experience when passing a flower field. Wouldn’t that be a task you might come up with? Come on, enlighten me with a lyrical solution! Now!”

He considered his option for another second, but then came an audible breath through his nose.

“Your foot smells like a long-withered flower of whatever kind. The one that you have already thrown on the dung pile and having it so close to my mouth makes me want to puke” he responded truthfully.

“Speaking of which” I turned 180 degrees on my heel, painfully turning it into my teacher’s stomach and walked over his body towards the sauna control panel and switched it on. With each step, Tom shifted slightly to better carry my feet’s weight where they came down.

After the power was turned on, I took a seat on the wooden bench. My feet rested on his chest. I had literally transformed him into my foot stool. But another level of humiliation was already awaiting.

“My feet are still sour and stressed from the workout I had prior to meeting with you. Be so kind to lick and massage them with your tongue” I commanded and brought both feet into Mr. Ray’s face now fully covering it with my size 46s.

“You have to be kidding me, I won’t do any….” he tried to argue, but before he had finished, I brought one foot down forcefully on his torso, driving the air out of his lungs. While he was still gasping, I had repositioned my foot on his face again. He didn’t argue again but started working on my heel with his tongue with careful motions. When he was done with my heel, he worked his way up the base towards my toes.

“I think there is still some sock lint in between my toes, if you don’t mind…” I let the remainder of the sentence trail off and moved my foot slightly to bring the space between my toes to his tongue. He quickly withdrew his tongue, received another blow to his chest, and started working again.

Slowly, the sauna started to heat up. I leaned back resting my head on the bench one level above me. I interlaced my fingers behind my head and closed my eyes taking slow and steady breaths.

I felt the sweat creeping down my body. With my feet being the lowest point, Mr. Ray was now also forced to drink up all the sweat streaming down my skin.

“Listen, fag. With you down there worshiping my feet and this heat, I get totally horny. I assume you don’t mind if I help myself, not that I really care” I informed him. I untied my towel and started slowly stroking my cock up and down. I was hard in no time with my sweat working as quasi-lube, but I wasn’t eager to shoot my load right away. I wanted to take it nice and slow. I stopped working on my meat and bent forward, a little lightheaded with the blood down between my legs now. I manspreaded on the wooden bench with my left foot now resting on Tom’s eyes taking his vision and my right foot on his belly. My teacher understood that his licking skills were temporarily not required.

“You thirsty after all this licking, bitch boy?” I asked giving my teacher the prospect of some physical relief and the possibility to hydrate.

“As if you’d care you little…” before he could curse me again, I stomped onto his stomach with such force that it left a red imprint on his skin. He winced audibly.

“OK, listen, you faggy loser. We must clarify something. If I ask you a question, you don’t retort, you reply respectfully. Your position is beneath me now, both literally as well as figuratively. And this won’t change until I will have graduated, understood? So, six months more in which you will remember today’s endeavor as well as the chat and photos I possess. I suppose you don’t wanna lose your job nor your relationship just to keep your sassy attitude. To stress my point, you are going to address me as ‘Mr. Turner’ or ‘Sir’ going forward, both today as well as in school. I don’t care how you disguise why you do it. Maybe just start calling all the students ‘Mr.’ and ‘Mrs.’. It might help to improve your connection to them. In contrast, I will keep calling you ‘Tom’ since I’ve lost any remaining respect I had for you. So, have you understood and are you thirsty, bitch boy?” To highlight what I had just said, I leaned forward balancing 90% of my weight on him.

“Yes, ok, understood. Please give me something to drink.” He replied. Bad mistake. My hand left an imprint, this time on his cheek. He shrugged back, not expecting my slap with his vision taken from my sole.

“Naaah, you didn’t understand properly. You missed out on proper form of address and the second phrase was more a command than a plea. Try again, Tommy boy.” I pushed down on him further.

“OK OK! I am sorry… Sir. I have understood and accept your conditions, Mr. Turner. Could you maybe give me something to drink for I am rather thirsty” he pleaded. Well, who am I to deny my teacher hydration?

I took a few seconds to collect some spit. When my mouth was half full, I let a good chunk drop onto his lips.

“Open up and help yourself, hahaha!” You could see the puddle already running towards the corners of his mouth due to the heat. He was still holding his lips tight.

“Dude, don’t be disrespectful or the next thing you will drink is my piss – for the next weeks! Hahahahah!” and with the prospect of having to get piss-fed he obliged now. He opened his lips slightly and I let drop another chunk of spit right into the slit. This time, most of it actually ended up in his mouth and I could see how he struggled to swallow.

“Good lord, you really seem to love my body liquids, sucking on my shirt, my sweaty toes, and now even drinking my spit. What a deranged man you are, Mr. Gay!” I humiliated him verbally.

“Please, Mr. Turner…” I could hear him whimper below me, not so insolent anymore.

“No, you had plenty of chances to prove yourself a good teacher or a good person for that matter. You retained your attitude and the way you looked down on us students and this is over here and now. Shut up and accept your punishment.”

I reclined again and started playing with my balls getting my manhood semi-hard. Then, I started slowly stroking it again. Due to all the sweat, the sounds of my activities were surely audible to my foot stool as well, but he didn’t dare to talk. I started moaning and my toes dug into Tom’s face and stomach. My meat was at full mast with pre-cum leaking from the top. I took a tiny bit with my index finger and tasted it. I savored the dark, bitter-sweet taste with a notion of salt in it due to the sweat which had mixed in. My limbs and lower abdomen were strained expecting the release of an orgasm. But again, I didn’t want to cum yet. I stopped the strokes and my entire body relaxed on the bench. I was breathing and sweating heavily. Tom’s body was absolutely wet with the mixture of both his and my sweat collecting on him. A little puddle had formed in his navel. I switched positions on the bench. Whereas I had been sitting on his right side to manspread my feet all over his face and body, I now took the position above his head. One heel now rested on his chest while my other leg was crossed over. This way, his field of vision was limited to the underside of my legs and cock with sweat dripping down on his face, throat, and chest. My semi-hard cock hung over the edge of the bench and leaked pre-cum, desperately begging for climax which I denied for the moment. I considered that some of it might actually drop onto Tom’s foreskin, but I didn’t care and relaxed a few minutes more.

Looking at the timer, I realized that we’d already spent 10 mins in here with heat on. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess… I put my feet next to Tommy’s ears, slipped forward bringing my balls into his field of vision and got myself ready for the final play.

With my right hand working on my manhood, my left hand circled around my left nipple, pinching it from time to time. The inflicted pain was just barely sensible with my nerves strained to the expectation of an orgasm. My ass, thighs, and abdomen tightened again. My back lifted from the bench. Guttural grunts came from my throat and spit built up in my mouth which I was not able to swallow. My pulse increased substantially, and I could feel how lightheaded I became due to the heat. My meat now filled my entire hand and was desperate to release its load.

“FUUUUCK!” With an animalistic outcry, I emptied my balls over my teacher’s body and face, one pump, two pumps, three pumps. It felt like spreading a gallon of sperm. With the final pump, I collapsed on the bench taking in deep breaths through mouth and nose, eyes closed. I took another moment to catch my breath and get the blood back into my head.

“Daaaamn bro!” I said when looking down. “Tom, you’re fully covered in a mixture of sweat and sperm” and my words didn’t grasp the funniness of the situation. There was a huge puddle of white liquid on his chest with the main runlet going downwards to his navel. But basically, Tom’s entire torso had sprinkles of smaller and larger size. Some of it had even reached his own pubic hair looking as if he’d cum himself. His face was a mess, too. The heat had caused it to turn red like a cherry, but it had white spots where the jizz had landed. One particular companion was resting on his lip waiting to be swallowed while Tom pressed them tightly together. Just as tightly as his right eye which also carried some of my godly liquid. Within his nostrils, the sock lint was absorbing some of my juice, surely forming a pungent, manly odor. One could see how difficult it was for him to breath normally without pulling the sperm-lint deeper into his nose.

Careful not to step onto my latest work of art or the splashers around it on the wooden floor, I went for the control panel and turned it off. I opened the door and stepped outside, enjoyed the fresh air, and stretched a little. Unhurried, I went to my pile of clothes. I took one of my black Nike Air Max Plus gym shoes with my socks in it with me. From the sports bag, I gathered some more meters of rope. On my way back, I grabbed my phone and took another picture of my jizz-covered teacher. Then, I kneeled next to him, started to clean off some of the spunk from the wooden floor and the torso with my black Nike crew socks, and pressed his mouth open applying pressure to his jaw on both sides. My sweat and cum soaked socks went inside stretching his fag face to the limits. This way, his own saliva would slowly mix with my body liquids and the only escape for the accumulating cocktail would be to swallow it. Then, I unlaced my Air Max and pressed it over his face carefully positioning the opening over his nose with the shoe’s peak hovering in his line of vision. I wrapped the laces around the back of his head and tightened them having completed a full rotation. He tried to wiggle the shoe of by moving his head from left to right, but it was no use. The laces were too short and tightly knotted. All he could do now was to breath in the acidic, foul-smelling foot odor which has seeped into my shoe over the course of my five year’s possession.

“Take your time to remember my taste and smell, loser. Maybe over the course of the next six months, I might come to you with two different pairs of well-worn socks and challenge you to find out which one is mine, just for fun of course. But if you fail, be sure that punishment is subsequent.”

However, I was still not entirely finished. I untied the knot chaining Tommy’s feet to the wooden bench but tied the feet themselves together closely. I raised them to a 45° angle which was roughly my chest’s height, so one meter from bench to terminal position… I took some rope and fixated one end to the wooden bench. Measuring one meter, the other end was secured around his ankles. To an outsider, this might have looked strange because he now had more room to move his legs around, but that was just part one. Starting part two, I secured the start of another rope around my teacher’s ball sack. Tightly, so it couldn’t slip off easily. Disgusting as it was to touch his testicles, the fun it would bring equalized my concerns. The two open ends of the rope went below his armpits over his shoulders and back towards his feet. While pulling on the rope to do so, you could see that Mr. Ray was even more uncomfortable than before, wiggling and grunting into the self-made gag. I had to be careful not to get knocked out by his rather freely moving legs. Rising his feet back to my chest level and straining the bench-feet-rope to maximum, I now secured the other end of the ball sack rope to his ankles as tightly as possible. The stress position was complete: He couldn’t raise his legs more than 45° to get into a comfortable position where his abs were no longer under tension as his feet were tied to the bench. On the other hand, if he let his torso’s tension subside bringing his feet below my predetermined angle, the other rope would pull on his ball sack inflicting serious pain. Not to be mentioned that I was content with my work.

“OK Tommy boy, enjoy your afternoon lunch-workout. Let your cum-covered body cool down a little. While you can take a nap or something, I will spend some time in the jacuzzi. Of course, you can also take the time to deliberate why you deserve this treatment, you little shit hole.”

I shut the door close to avoid hearing his constant whining and struggling and went for the hot tub…

Ramble Tales

The Morning After 

In the real world, Central Park is known for iconic sites like Bethesda Terrace, Belvedere Castle and Bow Bridge. But, in the gay world, there is one location that is well known above all else and that is The Ramble. 

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No one knows exactly when The Ramble became the hook-up spot for many gay men, but it became well known by the 1970’s and 80’s due to its easy access yet secluded nature. It’s like a small bit of woodland in the center of New York City. In our next installment, we return to Jamie and Robbie and it’s possible that worlds and some bodies will collide…

Jamie woke up with a start. He had to remember that he wasn’t in his dorm room in Brooklyn. He was in a basement apartment on the Upper West Side. He slowly reached over to the nightstand for his watch. It was a little after 7:30 a.m., and he realized he needed to call Gino and fill him in on what happened at breakfast. He reached for his shorts, which were on the ground, and pulled a piece of paper out of a pocket that had Gino’s cell phone number inside. Jamie himself didn’t have a cell phone, so he made his way to living room which held the landline phone.

On his way to the living room, Jamie noticed the apartment was empty and Robbie wasn’t there. He was about to question where Robbie could’ve gone when he saw a note.

Gone for a quick jog and some coffee, will be back soon. – Robbie.

 

Relieved that Robbie was to return, Jamie decided to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded along his swimmer’s body, his thoughts turned to the sex with Eddie last night and how tender his asshole felt. Upon exploring his hole, he replayed the event in his mind. The deep thrusts of Eddie’s cock, while he watched as his boss did the same to Daniel. Jamie was secretly jealous that Robbie didn’t do the same to him.

Lost in thought, Jamie almost didn’t hear a knock on the door, and Robbie ask if he was ok. Jamie, a bit flustered, replied yes and turned off the water. Jamie stepped out naked and saw Robbie in a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt nearly drenched in sweat. It took all of his willpower to not pop a boner.

“Good morning,” Jamie nearly squeaked out.  

“Right back atcha, did you sleep well?” Robbie replied.

“Yeah, your bed is like sleeping on a cloud,” Jamie said.

“It’s a memory foam bed. I got it as a favor from the Sleep-y-pedic account two years ago. The salesman was very convincing. He was quiet but he knew what he wanted in the end.” Robbie said, almost wistfully.

“Oh” Jamie exclaimed. Hearing Robbie speak about the bed as prize from a sexual conquest made him feel a bit small, something that Robbie picked up on quickly and went to assuage the boy’s fears.

“Hey there, don’t think of me as some sort of sexual conquistador, Jamie. Matt and I are quite good friends. It’s just in our world a friendship can grow after a sexual encounter. It’s not a hard and fast rule but it happens. Secondly, don’t think you have to throw yourself at me because of that. You’re a good kid, and I hope that after the internship you keep in touch, and we’ll go from there. Deal?” Robbie stated. 

“Deal.” Jamie answered.

“Perfect, now I don’t know what your coffee preferences are, so I got it straight black, and I have milk and sugar here in the kitchen.” Robbie gestured to the fridge and adjacent kitchen counter.

“Thank you and by the way, can I use the phone? I’m going to call a friend.” Jamie asked.

“Sure thing, I’ve had my coffee so I’m going to hop in the shower.”          

 Jamie then dialed Gino’s number. After a few rings Gino answered the phone.   

 “Hello?” Gino said.

“Hey Gino, its Jamie, so funny story about my boss…I’m at his place.”

“Wait what? How did that happen?” Gino said incredulously.

“It’s a long story, we still on for breakfast?” Jamie said.

 “Yeah, tell me the address and I’ll pick you up,” Gino replied.

“Give me a sec. Robbie, what’s the address?” Jamie asked just as Robbie reached the bathroom door.

“146 West 75th Street,” Robbie replied. A small thought in his mind wished Jamie wasn’t leaving so soon. As much as he wanted to resist, this one he didn’t want to get away. He was a bit jealous that Eddie had his way with the boy. He knew the longer Jamie stayed, the less his resolve would hold.

Meanwhile, Jamie set a time to meet Gino at 10 am at Robbie’s place. The two said their goodbyes on the phone and Jamie hung up. He added some milk and sugar to his coffee as he desired and liked the blend. He checked the label and saw it said, ‘Adam’s Apple Pie Shop and Bakery.’ Must be a nice place. He should ask Gino about it later. His thoughts then wandered a bit more about what Robbie said, and while he liked the idea of being friends, what he wanted was something more carnal. Plus, the idea of that bed being used for something other than sleeping aroused him further.

So, with an additional determination that surprised even Jamie himself, he approached the bathroom and opened it.

Robbie heard the door open and in return he slid open the shower door to poke his head out.

“Jamie, you have a question?” he asked.

“No but I gave it some thought, and I realized I can’t wait for the internship to be over to be ‘friends,” Jamie declared.

In that moment, Robbie knew what was about to happen next. His defenses lowered as he slid the door more to reveal himself to Jamie in all his naked glory. Tall, with his well-defined muscles slightly covered in dark chest hair that was currently flattened by the water. His treasure trail led to a well-trimmed scrotum area which held his cock and balls, which were now a half-mast. But that wasn’t going to last much longer. 

Jamie, for his part, proceed to drop his towel to show his hardened member. He moved towards the shower and stepped back inside to its steamy, in more ways than one, embrace.

As the two looked at each other in pure lust, Robbie broke the tension.

“Welp fire and water do make steam,” he quipped. Jamie laughed at the corny joke for a second, took a deep breath and leaned towards Robbie. Robbie met him in the middle and the two kissed.

The kiss, in Jamie’ mind, was on par with the Fourth of July party back in the summer before college with Brad. It was at the same time both intense and tender between himself and now Robbie. Except now instead of fireworks and hiding behind a tree, he was in a shower with the sound of rushing of water in the background. Water Jamie wasn’t sure was even on. He was deep in desire with his hunk of a boss. The kiss finally broke, and Robbie pushed Jamie up against the cool tiles only to resume kissing him again. Jamie moaned as the kiss ravaged his mouth and he felt his cock extend to its limits and throb in appreciation.

Robbie, feeling Jamie’s member on his thigh, reached down and began to stroke this lust canon which made Jamie shudder as his body fought to keep pace with not just the kiss, but also the stroking. Without losing the excitement, he decided to return the favor. Cocks being tugged, tongue’s exchanged, steam rising from the shower all made for a good show for two.

After a few more minutes of mutual tugging, Robbie decided to lower himself and proceed to engulf Jamie’s hard tool. Before inhaling the seven-inch cock, which was just like Daniel’s except with blond pubes, noted Robbie, he took his tongue and swirled it around the head. It was a sensation so unfamiliar to Jamie, he had to stop himself from accidentally kicking Robbie. Sensing that the young buck could lose himself any second, Robbie slowly and seductively began to probe deeper and deeper down Jamie’s shaft. Robbie was able to swallow up to the pubes and began to work on Jamie’s cock in his mouth. His head bobbed back and forth while loving the feeling of Jamie’s cock in his mouth. For a top, he surprised his bottoms for being a consummate cocksucker. Daniel did teach him a thing or two about oral pleasure. He wrapped his tongue around the youth’s cock and heard him moan in utter satisfaction.

Jamie struggled to contain his excitement as Robbie pleasured his throbbing tool. He couldn’t remember the best blow job he ever got. None could come to mind. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, so he tapped Robbie to stop so they could switch positions. Robbie obliged and as Jamie kneeled, he came face to face with the eight-inch one-eyed monster that was his boss’s cock.

Jamie stroked the cock tenderly, which made Robbie shudder ever so slightly. Taking this as a ringing endorsement, he gave it a few more tugs before opening his mouth to swallow as much as he could contain. Robbie’s cock filled the boy’s mouth as Jamie moved his head back and forth to provide the sensation of oral pleasure that electrified Robbie in almost the same way that Jamie felt just moments earlier.

Robbie placed his hands on Jamie’s head to tussle his hair and then proceeded move his hand up and down from Jamie’s head to the nape of his neck while Jamie sucked him. Robbie then moved the same hand gently behind Jamie’s head to start thrusting his cock into Jamie’s hungry mouth. Jamie gasped as the face-fucking began in earnest, and was game to keep up with Robbie. After a minute of this, Robbie then eased up and let Jamie take control again. Jamie began to do a suck and tug which moved Robbie from arousal to near climax. Not wanting to finish in the shower, Robbie pulled Jamie up and grunted, “Bed.”

Robbie shut off the shower and the two quickly toweled off and rushed to the bedroom making out along the way. Robbie playfully pushed Jamie onto the bed and the two passionately made out before Jamie made his declaration.

“Fuck me raw now, please. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve only done it once, but I want you to be my second.”     

Robbie paused. This was a new development. He hadn’t considered Jamie would want such a deflowering. Him and Daniel made a deal that they would use condoms with others for the most part, but if they didn’t, they had to communicate with each other first.

Robbie thought it over and decided it was worth a risk.

“Ok, but remember it’s going to hurt a bit so relax,” Robbie said.

“I’m so ready,” Jamie eagerly replied.

Robbie grabbed some lube from the drawer and placed it on the bed. But first, he decided to warm up Jamie’s hole with his tongue. This made Jamie moan in heat as Robbie played with the opening of his love tunnel. This was just the opening salvo to Jamie’s anal assault. Robbie took the lube and began to lather two of his fingers. Robbie then pulled Jamie’s ass close to him and then plunged the two fingers into Jamie’s ass. Jamie yelped, but kept his resolve. He had fantasized about Robbie doing so many things and here they were, naked, in his boss’s apartment having his ass opened up with two very thick fingers. Robbie continued to tease Jamie’s hole for another minute before finally slathering his dick with lube.

“Ok kid, this is the point of no return.” Robbie grunted as he guided his missile into Jamie’s ass. Robbie slowly eased in his tool into Jamie’s waiting hole. He finally gave it a proper thrust and thus bottomed out inside Jamie. Robbie eased two thirds the way out of the hole only to then push himself back in. Robbie did this twice more to get a feel for the hole and then fully removed his cock from Jamie to switch to doggie position. Now fully in control, Robbie began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Jamie’s love tunnel. It was Jamie, who at first tried to keep quiet, who moaned every time Robbie bottomed out on him. As Robbie thrust back in, Jamie couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Oh fuck!” Jamie exclaimed. “Give me more,” he begged.

“You want more? I’ll give you more,” Robbie growled.

With that Robbie was off and thrusting, picking up speed as he went. Jamie matched his thrusts with equal vigor, rocking back and forth as Robbie’s cock filled him with deep sense of intimacy he didn’t get with Eddie the night before. Sure, he was being fucked, long and deep by his boss. But this is what he really wanted since day one, and was worth having his guts rearranged in the process. Jamie moaned in deep appreciation that moment whilst screaming profanities in the process.

“Oh, fuck me harder. I want to feel you get deep. Breed me, please!” Jamie implored Robbie to go further and sure enough Robbie, hopped up on caffeine and general horniness, obliged. The thrusts became stronger and more intense as Robbie held onto Jamie’s hips to keep from losing his balance. It felt like an eternity, but Robbie, knowing this pile drive he was doing would finally get him to climax, felt this was the proper moment to let go.

“Get ready! Fuck, I’m cumming!” He shouted.

Five short thrusts later and Robbie felt the release of cum into Jamie’s waiting ass. Ropes of cum flooded inside Jamie that Robbie felt the need to pull out lest he damage Jamie. At the same time Robbie took his cock out, Jamie felt his own cock stir as he came a few seconds later. Spent, Jamie collapsed onto the bed exhausted but exhilarated. The two slowly caught their breath and then Robbie reached over for a kiss. The two kissed for a few seconds to which Jamie could feel Robbie’s cock was still hard.

“I could go again if you want,” Jamie said quite coyly.

“For you, sure,” Robbie replied before making out once more. Robbie was about the mount the sexy twink for a second time when there was the jingle of keys and the opening of a door.

“Robbie, I think we have to talk about that intern,” Daniel said as he entered. He was about to say another sentence when Robbie appeared in the doorway naked and said, “I know,” and parted from the door to show a slowly growing red Jamie on the bed. Daniel arched an eyebrow and was going to make a remark when the doorbell rang.

To be continued

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Part four coming soon and Happy New Year!

We had been living in this Medieval property for nearly ten years.

It was an iconic building, but really quirky. The ceilings were wonky, the floors were uneven but it was full of character with its dark wooden beams, stone archways, the fussy diamond-paned windows and working fireplaces throughout the rooms.

We got a really good deal on a long term lease because the elderly landlord wanted tenants who could do most of the maintenance and take care of the mature gardens.

The landlord was this super lovely gentleman who charged us next to nothing for this place, and for a decade it was truly a case of it was cheaper to rent than buy.

But then he went and died.

Sad day for us because his family wanted to sell the property and although we considered buying it ourself, when I calculated the total maintenance and repairs annually, it wasn’t at all appealing.

Old houses, and by old, I am talking the 1450s, require a lot of maintenance.

So we started looking for a new home and not far from the Medieval place, I found a house online and made a booking to view it.

My husband couldn’t make it so I went alone to meet the agent at the property one evening at 7pm.

To say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement and not at all because of the property, but because of the Estate Agent.

Blond, I’d say mid 30s, about my height at 5’9”, fit, well dressed, nice ass, filled out his suit pants nicely, had an amazing smile and was downright pleasant to chat with.

As I say, the property was underwhelming for us but I found myself chatting with this guy for a long time after the viewing was over.

We stood in the empty living room and chatted about all sorts of things.

It felt a bit like a date even and he was really interested in our Medieval property.

“My ex boyfriend had a dog and we used to walk by that place all the time and I always wondered, ‘who lives there,’ and just once, I wish I could have gone inside.”

I don’t remember the exact words but I think I said something super cheesy like, “Well, if a cute man like you had you knocked on the door, I would have definitely left you in.”

He giggled in response and we continued our chat.

It was probably going on 830pm and although I was really enjoying the chat, I said to the agent, “Oh man, look at the time, I am probably keeping you from  another viewing.”

“Oh shit,” he said while starting to laugh, “I am totally late for a viewing! Fuck, I better run!”

We shook hands, said our goodbyes and parted company.

“If I get any other properties, I’ll let you know!” he shouted as he got into his car.

Fast forward two or three months, the sale of the Medieval property was languishing so we were basically staying there rent free and just waiting for the official notice from the Landlord’s family.

We had been viewing other properties here and there but nothing appealed to us and then one Friday morning I got a phone call from the that sexy Estate Agent.

“Hey, how ya doing?” I asked.

“Great thanks, as promised, I wanted to let you know about a property I think you’ll like and you’d be the first people to view it as its not even gone on the market yet.”

He explained all the details, sent over some pics and a floor plan and instantly, I thought to myself, definitely a place we could move into.

“You have a good memory for detail remembering all our likes and must haves,” I said.

“Well, how could I forget our chat, not all my clients are so charming and handsome.”

I could feel my face blushing from that comment but I agreed with him that our last meeting was very memorable.

As we were setting a time to go see this new property he asks, “I know this is so random and probably against the ethics but as you are leaving the old place, would you mind if I came by sometime for a look? You did say that sexy men are welcome, and as I said last time, I have been fascinated with the place and would do anything to have a peak. That’s cheeky of me isn’t it?”

I laughed but was not about to pass the chance to have more time with this very cute and sexy Estate Agent.

“If you’re free this afternoon, pop around, hubby is out of town, but I’m here all afternoon.”

You could hear the excitement and enthusiasm in his voice, “Oh my god, thank you! This is so cool, you know you’re a real estate geek when this excites you! Is 5pm ok?”

“Yeah that works for me, see you then.”

Promptly at 5pm, the gate buzzer rings and on the camera there is my smiling Estate Agent.

He was dressed to impress I think.

Tight fitted dress shirt which highlighted his pecs and these checkered dress pants that were very nice and tight showing off his ass and nice bulge in the front.

I gave him a tour of the place inside and out and like before we had a really nice banter going, flirty and again, it felt like we were on a date.

In a couple of spots in the house, we had to squeeze past or around each other and just touching him barely felt so good and got my dick throbbing.

On more than one occasion, he would grab my forearm when he had a question about the building and the physical space between us seemed to get smaller and smaller as the tour went on.

We finished up the tour and he was so cute and delighted to have seen the place.

“Want a glass of wine?” I asked while we stood in the kitchen.

He said yes, and while sipping our wine, we were still in the kitchen, I was leaning with my back against the sink in front of the big kitchen island.

He was off to the one side of the island, took a drink, put his glass down and moved toward me.

I think I was a bit shocked at what was about to happen, but he slid up to me, put his hands around my waist and planted a very sensual kiss on my lips.

“I have wanted to do that since I met you the first time.”

I don’t remember what I said in response, but this cute estate agent and I stood in the kitchen for a long time making out.

I grabbed a handful of his very nice ass and he let out a moan.

The sort of moan that betrays what a gay guy wants.

“Didn’t peg you for a bottom” I said as I cupped his bubble butt.

Grabbing my crotch he bit my lip and whispered, “Fuck me.”

Clearly this was a boy ready to fuck!

We didn’t even get naked, I just turned him around, pulled down his suit pants and to my delight, he was wearing a jock strap underneath.

I bent him over the kitchen island, spit on his smooth hole and slowly worked my 8.5” dick into his pretty little ass.

He didn’t protest being barebacked and I didn’t ask for permission so I fucked him hard right there in the kitchen and blew a load up his ass while he begged for more.

Dirty little slut but such a fucking cutie with a great ass.

As he was putting himself together, he had a huge smile on his face, “fuck that was worth the wait.”

I couldn’t agree more.

What was so nice about this particular fuck though is that he and I became regulars after that.

He would often call me and say “Hey, found a great property, up for a viewing tonight at 9pm?”

Now keep in mind, hubby and I already had found a place and we weren’t on the market, so these were just booty calls.

I’d head over to whatever the place he was showing was, sometimes viewers would just be leavings as I walked in.

I’d often fuck with him standing against the wall in some empty room.

I’d push up behind almost rough-like and fuck him while pinning him to the wall as best I could.

A few of the places were furnished so on occasion, we’d fuck on a sofa and for some strange reason, he got super turned on fucking on a tenant or owner’s bed.

Aside from him being my cumdump fuck buddy, he and I got to know each other really well.

Sometimes it was just a hot fuck, but other times, we’d hang out after or get a drink.

Suffice to say, I have a new appreciation for the real estate market.

On an ordinary evening after a day at work, Gavin found himself home alone. 

He sat in his dimly lit living room, engrossed in an orgy scene unfolding on his iPad. The soft hum of pleasured moans filled the air. He allowed his fingers to rub across his own flesh, his hand placed around his crotch.

As he surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the screen, the front door bell rang out. This unwelcome intrusion snapped Gavin back to reality. He swiftly withdrew his hand from his stiff erection, hastily tucking it back into his trousers. With a nervous feeling, he made his way to the door, hoping any traces of arousal would not be visible.

“Who the hell can that be?” he mused aloud, as he prepared to open the door. 

“Hey!” Gavin stammered, his voice betraying the surprise etched into his face as his found his work rival Nick at the door, staring back at him. Nick stood rigidly, his piercing blue eyes appraising the scene before him.  A fleeting moment of awkwardness passed between them.

Gavin flashed a strained smile, trying to mask the palpable tension that seemed to hang thick in the air. “So, what brings you here, Nick?” he asked, his words tumbling out.

The taller man regarded him coolly, his gaze sweeping over the hazy outline of Gavin’s form.

“Well, I was just passing and thought I’d stop by.” Nick paused, allowing a thin smile to creep up his lips. “I heard there’s some promising listings in the area, so I figured I’d swing by and take a look, and as I was passing…..”

Gavin eyed him skeptically, sensing the ulterior motive behind Nick’s reason.  It had been some time since their paths crossed after that unexpected encounter a month ago. It was an event neither one could have predicted, and both of them wanted to happen again. 

“Well,” Gavin said, attempting to regain control of the situation, “Let me show you around.” He stepped aside, gesturing for Nick to enter. As they crossed the threshold into Gavin’s domain, the air grew dense with a potent mixture of desire and apprehension.

 “So, how did you manage to track me down?” queried Gavin, intrigued by his friend’s ability to locate him. 

“I have my spies” joked Nick. His gaze roamed the space, taking in the furniture and trinkets scattered about. 

“So, what have you got on these listings?” Gavin asked, breaking the brief silence.

Nick reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a sheaf of papers. “If you’re a good host tonight then I might share some details with you”. He playfully teased him with his words, his voice heavy with a charm that left Gavin feeling flustered yet intrigued.

“What makes you think I’m gonna entertain you?” Gavin countered, feigning indifference. 

Nick shrugged with an enigmatic grin that promised more than just talk. “You find me entertaining, don’t you?” His tone was matter-of-fact. Gavin hesitated for a second, the room suddenly feeling smaller. “Maybe ….”

Their gazes locked, the tension mounting between them palpable. Gavin tried to hide his growing excitement, but Nick saw right through that façade. His heart raced as the heat between them intensified.

“Look, Gav, we can dance around each other all night or we can get straight to the point – and I promise you won’t regret it.” Nick’s voice held a undertone that sent shivers down Gavin’s spine.

Without saying a word, Nick stepped closer, their bodies mere inches apart. Nick’s scent wafted toward him, a heady blend of expensive cologne, stirring feelings within him that were impossible to ignore.

Gavin swallowed hard, his throat parched. “Really?” he whispered, his voice cracking like dry wood under strain. Nick chuckled softly, his breath warm against Gavin’s ear. “You’ve been fantasizing about me, haven’t you?” His finger traced a path along Gavin’s arm, sending delicious shivers coursing through his veins.

“I know exactly what you want, Gav.”

Gavin felt a surge of anticipation. Their faces nearly brushed together, each inhaling the other’s scent.  Gavin’s eye’s roamed over Nick’s handsome features – his square clean shaven jaw, blue eyes and short cropped black hair, accentuating the natural contours of his face.

“Come on, let’s get comfortable,” Nick murmured, his husky voice echoing in the darkness. His hand slipped around Gavin’s waist, guiding him gently onto the sofa. 

Nick began to undress. First his jacket, then his shirt, exposing a lean torso that seemed to radiate sensuality. Next came his pants, revealing black boxers snugly hugging his hips.  

Nick crawled onto the sofa, positioning himself directly opposite Gavin. Their eyes met, and a wave of intense longing washed over Gavin. He knew that once they began, there’d be no turning back.

Gavin hesitated for a moment, glancing at Nick uncertainly. 

“Go ahead,” Nick coaxed, reaching out to stroke Gavin’s cheek gently. 

Gavin swallowed hard,  as he started to undress. His hands shook slightly as he removed his shirt, revealing his bronzed toned chest and sculpted arms.

He felt his breathing quicken even more as he pulled his pants down, exposing his boxers and erect cock underneath.

“Very nice, Gav,” Nick purred. “Now scoot over.”

Gavin shifted on the sofa, facing Nick. His heart hammered in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Nick leaned in, their lips brushing lightly against each other. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory, testing the waters. Then suddenly, Nick deepened it, plunging his tongue inside Gavin’s mouth, tasting the tanginess of his saliva, feeling urgency rise in his blood stream.

He ran his hands down Gavin’s muscular back, tracing patterns that ignited flames of desire.

Their tongues danced passionately, exploring every corner of their mouths, eager to taste and claim. The scent of their shared arousal permeated the air, a tantalizing symphony of sweat and sex.

“Gav,” Nick murmured, his voice hushed and full of intent. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” he managed to utter, though his voice cracked under the weight of suppressed desire. “But…”

Nick cut him off with a confident nod. “But nothing, Gav. Trust me. Just let go”

With those words, Nick parted Gavin’s legs, kneeling between them. His fingers delicately explored Gavin’s body, tracing lines along his inner thighs and abdomen. A surge of anticipation rushed through Gavin’s veins, making his muscles twitch. Nick looked up at him, his gaze burning with raw hunger. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Gavin nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” he whispered.

Nick’s touch was tender, almost reverential, as he cupped Gavin’s erection through his boxers.

He could feel his cock throbbing beneath the fabric, straining for release. Nick’s grip tightened, his thumb swirling around the tip. Gavin groaned softly, his arousal growing unbearable.

Suddenly, Nick yanked down Gavin’s boxers, revealing his throbbing erection. Gavin gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. Nick’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating with lust. He reached out, grasping Gavin’s shaft firmly. A soft gasp escaped Gavin’s lips as Nick gently stroked him, the sensation overwhelming.

“You’re so beautiful, Gav,” Nick murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Your cock is perfect.”

Gavin arched his back, enjoying the sensation of Nick’s strong hands gripping him tightly. He could feel his arousal rising, his balls tightening. Nick’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, deliberately. The pressure increased, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Gavin’s body.

“Fuck,” Gavin muttered, his voice hoarse with need. “Please, Nick.”

Nick smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Patience, Gav. We’re just getting started.”

He reached down, slipping his fingers beneath Gavin’s boxers. Gavin moaned softly as Nick touched him intimately, his fingers dancing across his sensitive skin. The anticipation was killing him, and he couldn’t wait to experience everything that lay ahead.

Nick had a peculiar smirk plastered on his face, a devilish gleam shining in his eyes. He admired Gavin’s naked form from head to toe. His handsome face, framed with his black hair and beard, his tanned muscular torso, with just  a hint of chest hair covering his pecs.

“Wow, Gav,” Nick uttered, staring at him with admiration, “you’re gorgeous.”

Gavin blushed slightly.

“And you’re not too bad yourself,” he replied, running his fingers through Nick’s dark, close-cropped hair. He loved the way it tickled his palm. Nick’s body was long and slender. His abs, firm and defined, gave him a powerful, masculine presence, the thick web of black chest hairs contrasting sharply with his pale skin.  And oh, his dick. It was the size of a baseball bat, standing proudly upright in his boxers, a testament to his virility. Gavin’s breath caught in his throat; he couldn’t help but stare.

His heart pounded, and his cock twitched in response to the sight of Nick’s magnificent cock. It was huge, pulsating and rock-hard, pointing upwards like a proud tower. Gavin felt his mouth water at the sight. He wanted to taste it, savor it, worship it. 

Gavin was ashamed of admitting it, but he’d jerked off thinking about Nick countless times. In fact, the thought of sucking Nick’s massive cock first entered his mind during one of his solitary jack sessions. And now, here he was, about to fulfill his dream again.

Nick watched him, his eyes tracing every curve, every line of Gavin’s handsome face.

He liked the way Gavin looked at him, his eyes full of admiration and desire. 

Nick leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the swollen head of Gavin’s cock.

Gavin gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. The sensation was incredible; Nick’s hot, wet mouth enveloping him, sucking greedily at his throbbing erection.

“Oh god, yes,” Gavin moaned, his voice hoarse with lust. “Please, suck me harder.”

Nick obliged, his mouth moving down until it was encasing Gavin’s entire length. He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, creating a vacuum that made Gavin’s toes curl in ecstasy.

Nick’s tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of Gavin’s cock, licking and probing. The sensation was electrifying, and Gavin’s cock throbbed violently in his grasp.

“Harder,” Gavin pleaded, his voice barely audible.

Nick complied, his oral assault relentless. He sucked and licked, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the crown of Gavin’s cock. He took Gavin’s entire length without gagging, swallowing him whole.

Gavin’s cock throbbed and pulsed in time with his heartbeat, growing harder and thicker with each passing second. His breath came in ragged gasps, his lungs struggling to draw enough oxygen as his heart pounded in his chest.

“Nick, fuck, please,” Gavin cried out, his voice trembling with desperation. “I need this.”

Nick continued to pump Gavin’s cock with steady, rhythmic strokes, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Gavin moaned loudly, his hips bucking wildly. Nick’s hot, wet mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him weak and dizzy with desire.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Gav,” Nick murmured, his voice husky with lust. 

Gavin’s heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He couldn’t believe that this was happening.

“Nick,” Gavin whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. “I want…”

The words were stuck in his throat, the intensity of his desire overwhelming him. Nick looked up at him, his eyes glittering. “Tell me what you want, Gav,” he urged, his voice husky.

“I want…” he began, his voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you to fuck me.”

Those words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning and desire. Nick’s eyes sparkled with lust, his expression ravenous. He eagerly accepted Gavin’s plea, abandoning his role to become more dominant. 

“Get on your knees, Gav,” Nick commanded, his voice low and commanding. “On all fours.”

Gavin hesitated for a moment, his nerves jangling with anticipation. But the prospect of surrendering to Nick’s desires was irresistible. He moved slowly, crawling onto the floor and assuming the position that Nick demanded.

His muscles tensed, his body bristling with anticipation. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but also strangely empowered. His rival was about to possess him, explore his deepest fantasies, and he reveled in the knowledge.

“Good boy,” Nick praised, his voice husky with lust. His eyes gleamed with approval as he watched Gavin’s movements. The sight of his rival in such a submissive state stirred a deep-seated hunger within him. “Perfect,” he breathed, his voice low and hungry. “Just how I imagined it.”

Gavin felt his heart race, his pulse throbbing in his ears. He had never experienced anything quite like this before. The thrill of being dominated by his rival, the fear, the arousal—it was all so new, so exhilarating. He craved more, yearned for the moment when Nick would finally claim him.

Nick crouched down, aligning himself directly behind Gavin. With deliberate care, he gently removed Gavin’s boxers, exposing him completely. There, kneeling before Nick, was Gavin, bared and vulnerable – an unmistakable sight that stirred up strong feelings within Nick.

He lowered his head, getting closer to that intimate part of Gavin’s body. With great care and precision, Nick gently inserted his tongue into the opening, slowly probing deeper and deeper within. 

Gavin’s breath hitched, his body arching in delight at the exquisite sensation.

“That feels so good,” Gavin groaned, his voice shaking with lust. “Don’t stop.”

Nick chuckled softly, his lips grazing Gavin’s skin lovingly. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Gav.”

He continued to lick and probe, his tongue swirling around the entrance, teasing and tormenting Gavin.

The sensation was incredible, a fusion of intense pleasure that left Gavin panting and squirming.

“You like that, don’t you?” Nick taunted, his voice low and wicked. “My tongue in your ass.”

Gavin whimpered softly, his hips bucking uncontrollably. He didn’t respond; instead, he moaned louder, his cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room.

Nick chuckled softly, his tongue still working diligently. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He trailed his fingers down Gavin’s back, his touch sending shivers down his spine.

“I knew you’d like this, Gav. You’re such a dirty fucking bastard.”

Gavin moaned softly, his body arching instinctively. He couldn’t deny that Nick’s words excited him, his heated whispers fueling the fire of desire raging within him.

Nick’s eyes sparkled with triumph, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“You know what I want, Gav?”

Gavin’s heart raced, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable; he could feel his cock throbbing against his belly, desperate for release.

“Yes,” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “I do.”

Nick’s grin widened,  “I want you to beg me, Gav.” Nick’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his breath hot against Gavin’s ear. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, Nick,” he rasped, his voice barely audible, “I need you to fuck me.”

Nick’s laughter echoed through the room, his voice triumphant. Slowly, he rose to his feet, towering over Gavin. “You’re such a slut, aren’t you?”

Gavin swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he desperately needed to feel Nick inside him. “Yes,” he confessed, his voice shaking with anticipation. “I am.”

Nick’s grin broadened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I knew you’d admit it, Gav.” He caressed Gavin’s shoulders, his fingers lingering near his neck. “You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

Gavin’s cock throbbed, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I am.”

Nick’s fingers tightened around Gavin’s shoulder, his knuckles whitening. “Stay put, Gav,” he growled. Gavin swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he couldn’t wait to experience it. Nick’s eyes glinted with predatory glee, his voice dripping with anticipation. “I’m going to make you scream, Gav.”

Gavin shivered, his body bristling with anticipation. “Please, Nick,” he begged, his voice hoarse with excitement. “Make me scream.”

Nick chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “You’re such a slut, Gav.” He reached down, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the saliva around the head of his cock. “This will make things easier, won’t it?”

Gavin swallowed hard, his heart beating furiously in his chest.

Nick’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Now, Gav, spread your legs wider.” He complied, spreading his legs further apart. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of lust and desire filling the room.

Nick rubbed a generous amount of spit onto his finger, his eyes fixed on Gavin’s bare ass. “Relax, Gav,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Nick’s voice dripped with assurance as he positioned himself behind Gavin. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of lust and desire permeating the room.

Nick reached down, his fingers tracing a path along Gavin’s ass. “You’re so beautiful, Gav.” His cock throbbed, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Gavin could feel the heat radiating off Nick’s body, the scent of their arousal mingling in the air. 

Suddenly, Nick lunged forward, capturing Gavin’s hip in his left hand.  His grip was firm and demanding, as if to remind Gavin who was in charge.  With an air of determination, he gripped his shaft firmly with his right hand, ensuring that it was at the perfect angle. Slowly, deliberately, he moved closer towards Gavin. As the tip of his cock reached the threshold of Gavin’s tight entrance, there was no hesitation; he knew what needed to be done next.

Gradually, he put pressure on that constricted circle, applying force until it finally gave way and allowed entry for the tip of his swollen cock. As he continued pushing forward, the passageway widened, accommodating more of his rigid cock within its confines. The sensation of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into the warm, welcoming embrace evoked an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

Gavin felt himself fully engulfed by the magnificent cock that had been thrust into him. The sensation was overwhelming yet thrilling, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run down him. Once his entire length was inside Gavin, Nick took a moment to savor the feeling before gently withdrawing, until the gleaming purple head of his cock was visible again. 

Then he thrust deeper, plunging his cock into Gavin’s eager hole, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the dimly lit room. Gavin moaned in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of Nick’s cock stretching him open, filling him up.

“Nick,” Gavin gasped, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”

Nick’s response was a guttural growl, his thrusts becoming more insistent and forceful.

He pushed deeper, driving Gavin towards the edge of ecstasy.

Nick’s eyes glinted with victory, his grip tightening around Gavin’s waist. 

Gavin’s body convulsed, his back arching as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Every thrust sent shockwaves rippling through his body, his senses spiraling into euphoria. 

Nick pumped harder, his cock buried deep within Gavin’s greedy hole.

His balls slapped against Gavin’s ass, his fingers digging into his hips with each thrust. “Nick,” Gavin cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please…faster!”

Nick grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with renewed vigor, his thrusts accelerating. Gavin’s moans intensified, his body arching back in sheer bliss. The sounds of their flesh colliding filled the room.

“Harder,” Gavin pleaded, his voice hoarse with lust.

“Fuck me harder.”

Nick obliged, his thrusts picking up speed. He grabbed Gavin’s hips, pulling him close and driving his cock in deeper. Gavin cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Nick growled, his voice low and seductive. “Take it all.”

Gavin groaned, his body arching back as he thrust his hips upward. The feeling of Nick’s cock filling him up was overwhelming, his insides clenching around the invading intruder. 

Nick’s grin widened, his jaw clenching as he increased the tempo.

His strokes became more aggressive, each thrust punctuated by the wet slapping of their bodies meeting.  Sweat appeared on Nick’s body, shining in the dim light. Nick’s knuckles became white with exertion. He watched as Gavin’s mouth hung open in a silent cry of pleasure. The sight of his rival reduced to a quivering mass drove Nick wild. He slammed into Gavin, his cock pistoning in and out of his body.

“Fuck yeah,” Nick grunted, his voice vibrating with pure satisfaction. 

Gavin writhed beneath him, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes, yes,” he chanted, his voice rising in pitch. Nick’s fingers reached around and dug into Gavin’s pecs, his thumbs brushing against his nipples. 

Without any signal, Nick abruptly moved himself backwards, causing his cock to pull out entirely from Gavin’s body. This unexpected movement left Gavin feeling disoriented and bewildered, unsure about what had happened.

“Get up there, on your back” commanded Nick looking up at the sofa.

With a gentle push, Gavin’s body hit the soft cushions. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching Nick intently as he moved towards him. The taller man straddled Gavin’s waist, his knees on either side of his hips. Nick’s erection bobbed in front of Gavin’s face, and he licked his lips nervously.

“You gonna suck it?” Nick asked, his voice low and taunting. Gavin looked up at him, uncertainty clouding his features. Nick chuckled, his grip tightening around Gavin’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Gav?” he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Afraid of a little cock?” He knew it was a test of his resolve, a challenge to prove his mettle. He mustered up his courage and reached out, grasping the base of Nick’s cock. 

Nick’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Gavin swallowed hard, his gaze locked on the swollen cock in front of him. He reached out, hesitantly running his fingertips across the sensitive underside, sliding along the juices that now coated it.  Nick’s cock twitched, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

Gavin hesitated, his gaze locked on the swollen cock in front of him.

“Come on, Gav,” Nick coaxed, his voice dripping with lust. 

Gavin took the plunge. Slowly, he leaned forward, his lips grazing the crown of Nick’s cock.

“That’s it,” Nick encouraged, his voice hushed with anticipation.

“Open your mouth, Gav. Show me you want it.” 

He opened his mouth, revealing his wet, red tongue. The sight of it made Nick’s cock pulse, his own arousal growing with each passing second.

  In an instant, Gavin moved himself forward towards his target. With a single, powerful motion, he opened wide his mouth and enveloped Nick’s cock. As soon as he did, it swelled even larger. Nick moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming him.

“Oh, fuck, Gav,” exclaimed Nick, his voice quivering with lust. “That’s it. Suck it clean.”

Gavin obeyed, sucking greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. 

His lips wrapped around it, sucking and licking with reckless abandon. 

Nick found himself struggling to maintain control as his desire for Gavin intensified. His body ached for the feeling of Gavin’s tight ass wrapped around him once more. As Nick pulled out his glistening cock from between Gavin’s lips, he knew that he had to act fast before he lost all sense of reason. With quick movements, he skillfully shifted their positions, ensuring they were perfectly aligned for what would come next. 

Now, Gavin was lying on the sofa, his legs spread apart, inviting Nick to slide in between them. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the smell of sex lingering in the air.

“I want you to make me cum,” Gavin whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Nick nodded, kneeling between Gavin’s legs. He reached out, gently touching Gavin’s thighs. “Lie back,” he instructed, his voice hushed with authority. 

Gavin did as he was told, lying back on the sofa, his legs spread wide.

He watched closely as Nick positioned himself between his thighs, his face flush with anticipation. 

Nick gazed into Gavin’s eyes, reading the hunger and desire reflected there. He placed his hands on Gavin’s inner thighs, lightly caressing the smooth skin. 

 Nick, ever so gently, took hold of Gavin’s legs and carefully lifted them upwards until they were positioned comfortably on Nick’s broad shoulders. His fingers deftly maneuvering, he then skillfully lowered himself back towards Gavin’s entrance, guiding his erect cock back into the tight warm hole of Gavin’s ass.

With practiced precision, he began to pump his hips, thrusting in and out of Gavin’s willing body. The friction generated by their intense coupling caused both men to moan and pant heavily, their bodies slick with perspiration.

“Damn, Gav,” Nick grunted in between ragged breaths.

Gavin, his face contorted in pleasure, could only manage a soft “Mmmm” in reply. He arched his back, lifting his hips off the couch, inviting Nick to take him deeper.

Nick complied, plunging his cock into Gavin’s ass with renewed vigor. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure surging through Gavin’s body, making him moan louder with each stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” Gavin moaned, his voice hoarse with lust. 

Nick’s pace accelerated, his body moving in a rhythmic dance as he fucked Gavin relentlessly. His cock slid in and out of Gavin’s ass, leaving a string of pre-cum behind.

 

As Gavin found himself overcome by an uncontrollable urge, his hand instinctively moved towards his cock. His fingers gripped firmly onto his shaft, and he began to wank furiously. The feeling of his cock rubbing against his fist was exhilarating. As he watched Nick’s face contort in pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Fuck me harder.” Gavin moaned, his voice low and thick with lust. 

Nick’s thrusts become more insistent and forceful.

“Fuck yeah,” Nick grunted, his voice vibrating with pure satisfaction. 

Gavin writhed beneath him, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes, yes,” he chanted, his voice rising in pitch. 

Nick’s fingers reached around and dug into Gavin’s pecs, his thumbs brushing against his nipples.

Without any signal, Nick abruptly moved himself backwards, causing his cock to pull out entirely from Gavin’s body. And the with one sudden lunge his forced the whole length back in again.

Gavin screamed out in agony but the pain quickly subsided and was replaced by a strange pleasure that had him squirming under Nick’s weight.

Nick was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He pounded away at Gavin’s exposed body, his cock repeatedly entering and exiting his cavity. Each thrust brought new cries of pleasure and surrender, fueling Nick’s desire for conquest.

“Nick, I… I can’t,” Gavin managed to utter, his voice cracking under the strain of the unrelenting assault.

But Nick had heard enough. He seized Gavin’s hips with a vice-like grip, refusing to allow him to escape. The pressure was immense, and Gavin’s body reacted accordingly. His cock throbbed, precum oozing from the tip, small drips falling onto his abs.

Gavin whimpered, his body trembling with anticipation. 

The intensity of Nick’s aggression was unlike anything he had experienced before. Each thrust was brutal, punishing, and yet undeniably pleasurable. The friction created by their bodies colliding heightened the sensations tenfold, pushing Gavin closer to the brink of orgasm.

As Gavin wanked himself, Nick watched with hungry eyes. He wanted to join in, to touch Gavin and share in his pleasure, but he held back.

“Look at me.” Nick murmured, his voice low and sultry. 

Gavin’s eyes met Nick’s gaze.

Their eyes locked, the tension between them palpable. Gavin’s fingers worked tirelessly, his cock aching under his touch. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, knowing full well that Gavin was just moments away from losing control.

“I’m close.” Gavin whimpered, his voice breaking. 

“That’s right, Gav,” he growled, his voice low and seductive. “Cum for me.”

Gavin’s hand moved faster, his grip tightened. He could feel the impending orgasm building within him, the familiar tingle spreading throughout his body.

He looked up at Nick, his eyes pleading for mercy. “I can’t hold much longer.” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. 

Nick merely grinned, his thrusts continued unabated.

Gavin’s body was like a vice, squeezing his cock tightly as he thrust inside. The sensation was intoxicating, pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.

Nick’s heart raced with excitement, his blood pumping through his veins like molten lava. Every nerve ending burned with a desire to consume Gavin, to possess him completely.

“Gav,” Nick rasped, his voice strained.

“I’m close too.”

The tension between them crackled like static electricity, threatening to combust at any moment. Their bodies were entwined, sweaty and sticky, locked together.

Gavin found himself consumed by an intense urge that he couldn’t resist. His body tensed up, every muscle tensing as if preparing for battle. He gritted his teeth, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through him. Then his cum erupted from his cock in forceful wads, shooting onto his abs and falling  down as far as his neck. 

 

Nick’s eyes burned with an uncontrollable passion as he stared down at Gavin. The sight of Gavin’s massive orgasm was too much to bare.  

“I’m gonna cum.” he gasped, his voice rough with need.

Gavin’s eyes flashed with anticipation. “Cum inside me.” he breathed, his voice low and urgent. 

Nick’s grip tightened, his knuckles white with exertion. The tension between them built to a crescendo, their bodies straining against each other.

Nick’s cock throbbed, desperate for release, while Gavin’s ass clamped down around it, milking him for every drop of cum he could give.

“Gav,” Nick groaned, his voice strained and desperate. “I’m gonna cum.”

Nick’s thrusts grew wilder, his body shaking with the effort. Suddenly, he felt the pressure building inside him, his balls contracting in preparation for release.

His fingers squeezed tighter around Gavin, his grip almost painful. 

In an instant, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursed through him as his cock pulsed, spasms racking his body as he emptied the contents of his balls, filling Gavin’s guts with his seed. Gavin’s muscles contracted around him, milking him dry, his ass squeezing and releasing in time with his own orgasms.

“Oh, fuck,” Nick moaned, his voice hoarse from the intensity of the experience. 

Gavin’s body shook with pleasure, his ass clamping down around Nick’s cock, preventing anything from escaping. The sensation was overwhelming, a combination of pain and pleasure that had both men moaning and gripping each other tightly.

“Fuck,” Nick whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. “That was amazing.”

They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their explosive encounter.

Then, without warning, Nick rolled over onto his side, facing Gavin.

His expression was serious, his eyes locked on Gavin’s.

“Gav” he said softly, his voice barely audible. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Gavin stared at Nick, trying to read his face. “What is it?” he asked uncertainly.

Nick took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering. “I think… I might be in love with you,” he confessed, his voice trembling slightly.

Gavin’s eyes widened in surprise.

He hadn’t expected those words to be spoken so casually, especially not from Nick. He hesitated, searching for the right words to respond.

“Well,” he started, his voice uneven. “I didn’t see that coming.”

Nick chuckled nervously, his gaze remaining steady. “Yeah, neither did I,” he admitted, his eyes darting briefly away. “But here we are.”

Gavin swallowed hard, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He had never considered Nick in that way, nor had he ever thought he would find himself in this situation.

But now, as he saw the vulnerability in Nick’s eyes, he realized that he might be in love with him too. 

“Nick,” Gavin started slowly, his voice trembling slightly. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Nick smiled weakly, his gaze still locked on Gavin’s. “It’s okay,” he assured him. “I understand if you need some time to process.”

Gavin studied Nick for a long moment, feeling conflicted and surprised. He’d never considered the possibility of having feelings for Nick, and the idea seemed almost absurd. Yet, there was no denying the connection they’d  shared.

“Maybe we should just sleep on it,” Gavin suggested, his voice soft and hesitant. “Talk about it tomorrow.”

Nick nodded, relief washing over his face.

“Of course,” he agreed eagerly. “We can talk about it later.”

Nick reached out, gently placing his hand on Gavin’s arm. “Don’t worry,” he reassured him.

“We’ve got plenty of time to figure things out.”

They laid there, entangled in each other’s arms, their bodies still buzzing from the intense encounter. Neither of them spoke, letting the silence fill the void left by their earlier conversation. 

Gavin felt a million thoughts whirring through his mind, questions about where this newfound connection would lead them. Would they pursue this relationship further? Or would they ultimately retreat to their old habits, their rivalries? Was their passion fleeting, born solely from the heat of the moment, or was it destined to burn brighter now that they had embraced it?

A Run Over Buffalo Creek

A Joe Buck Tale

I was going north on I-81 on December 22.

Mark, my helper for a few months this time, was on the truck for the second time that year. He was one of those helpers who knew his job, never got in my way and riding for Mark was as good as anything else.

He climbed into the bunk east of Nashville. He wanted to get a few hours sleep because he needed to be up and making sure I stayed alert as we drove into the night.

I had a delivery time of noon the next day. I was heading for the Montgomery Ward’s warehouse in Landover, Maryland. We were about eight hours out when I give Mark a shake and told him to roll out.

“What’s up?” he asked, immediately clearing the cobwebs out of his head.

“Slide up front. You’ll see for yourself,” I said.

“Shit,” he said. “How long has it bee snowing?”

When I left Bristol it was just starting. It looks like it has been snowing a while along here. No telling what’s north of us. It could get worse and we might run out of it,” I said.

“How far do we have to go?”

“Maybe three hundred and fifty to four hundred miles.”

“We going to make it by noon?” Mark asked.

“If it keeps this up for any length of time, no we won’t. I need to keep going or there’s no chance we’ll make it. If we get far enough north we can pull over at a rest area and wait for the plows to come through but we’ve got a lot of miles to put behind us before we can do that.”

“How fast you going?” Mark asked.

“Forty. It’s all the faster traffic is moving. I’m not getting out in the hammer down lane to wrestle with the big boys. They’re way too hot for me,” I said.

“Hot and don’t have a lick of sense. At forty we’ll be there in ten hours,” he said.

“At forty it’ll be eight tomorrow morning if we keep moving at this rate. I don’t think we’ll keep moving at forty if the snow keeps coming down like this. We’ve got some big hills ahead of us.”

“There’s two inches on the ground here,” Mark said. “Not on the road yet. We could run out of it in a few miles.”

“If they knew this was coming they might have treated the roads earlier. That would be a big help,” I said. “Unfortunately I haven’t seen one treatment truck or plow.”

“When did you know we were going to run into snow?” Mark asked.

“When it started to snow. I haven’t heard a weather report since we fueled in Little Rock this morning. Roads were clear and dry all the way through Tennessee. They had no information on Virginia.”

“Where’s everyone going on Sunday night?” Mark asked. “It’s a bit late for church services.”

“We’re moving slow. Four wheelers get crazy when it snows. I might try to hook onto one of the trucks going past. Let him be my eyes and break the snow for us. I’m not comfortable moving too fast in this stuff once i get out there I’ve got to go whatever speed the truck pulling me goes.”

“One thing is for sure, our delivery time is out the window if we keep moving at this speed. It’s going to get a lot slower if the snow starts laying on the road.”

“You’re right. On the next stretch of flat ground I’m going to get into the fast lane. I’m tired of crawling,” I said.

I could see fine in my West Coast mirrors. I just couldn’t see what was ahead of me. I swung into the left lane as three trucks passed me in a line. I made four.

The snow didn’t let up. It had begun to creek from the shoulders of the two lane super slab onto the edges of the road. In another hour the road would be covered. After fifty miles of being in the left lane I swung over in a line of trucks that were keeping a fair pace. I had to get off the wheel and go slow for a while or I’d burn myself out before I was close to where I was going.

“Man, I’m glad you got out of that lane. I’m about to piss my pants,” Mark said. “You can’t see when you do that.”

“Most truckers aren’t going to run into something if they can prevent it. Once you get out there, you need to keep up or get run over,” I said. “I’ll give it a rest for a while.”

“The roads haven’t been treated,” Mark said, watching the snow slowly creeping over the entire road.

“No. Too much to hope for,” I said, watching the truck in front of me.

It was about as dark as it could get. The traffic was fairly heavy for Sunday night. The traffic at the bottom of I-81 in Virginia was usually light.

A lot of people planned on being home for Christmas and they were all on the highway. In a couple of hours it would be the day before Christmas Eve. Truckers needed to deliver before Christmas. No one wanted to be sitting on a load at the house. That meant you would be delivering the day after Christmas and no trucker planned to leave the house late on Christmas day.

At Roanoke we lost a good percentage of the four-wheelers and the trucks kept moving. I was once again thinking about tomorrow’s delivery. I needed to put some miles behind me but the pace had gotten slower and I knew there were hills ahead of us that we might not get up. I didn’t say anything to Mark but if the snow kept coming down at this rate, we were going to be stranded on the highway and it might take days to get moving again.

I was driving in a line of maybe twenty trucks. We’d slowly dropped down from fifty to forty five in the last hour.

My speedometer showed forty-one miles an hour. I’d never get where i was going at this rate.

“You ready for a go in that giddy-up lane?” I asked.

“Man, you got to do what you got to do. Those bad boys are moving right along in that lane. I hope you know what you’re doing, Joe.”

“If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn’t be a truck driver.” I said.

The high ballers ran past the line of trucks in the left lane. There were only two lanes in that part of Virginia and some truckers couldn’t stand riding in a line of trucks. They had to get in the giddy up lane and compete with the four-wheelers to see which was more suicidal.

I lost my nerve before I got out there. Three trucks passed moving well over 60mph and I wasn’t going to do it. I sat with the slow but steady wins the race boys but I didn’t like it. I needed to get some miles behind me.

My money was on the truckers being more suicidal. I’d seen some real crazy truck drivers and I didn’t want to be one of them. If the peddle wasn’t to the medal they were parked. Riding along in the slow lane was fine with me when the snow was piling up. I’d get to where I was going with twenty trucks ahead of and behind me. We wee the steady as you go truck drivers. We took our time, took regular breaks, and got to where we were going on time.

The high ballers were forever pulling over for coffee, a short break, or to ogle a cute waitress at one of the truck stops they can’t pass up. The line of trucks passed the same rig five or ten times a day but one thing was for sure, in a half an hour to an hour, the high baller would be flying past the line of trucks I was in yet again. They couldn’t keep going at the break neck speed they maintained.

I read the tortoise and the hare. I know steady wins the race. The high baller lives on the edge. He needs to stop frequently because no one can drive hammer down for more than a few hours at a time if he wants to survive to deliver his load.

I wanted to survive to deliver my load. I also wanted to deliver it on time. I always deliver on time. Not rain, sleet, or snow hadn’t stopped me yet but it was beginning to look like the odds of me maintaining my streak of on time deliveries was in jeopardy on one of the worst weather nights in my truck driving career. It kept getting worse.

I wasn’t stopped yet. I’d keep going until I couldn’t. If I was late delivering they couldn’t say I didn’t try.

It was late in December and I was heading for the house for a Christmas layover in Clinton, Maryland. I’d loaded in Conway, Arkansas, and I was heading for Landover, Maryland. Landover, Maryland was a half hour from my house. It was a perfect load for a trucker who wanted to get home as quickly as he could once the delivery was safely made.

Most winter nights on the Interstates are iffy at best. Moving five hundred to a thousand miles a day, you might start out in brilliant sunshine and seventy-degree temps and you might end in snow and sleet with the temps well below freezing. While this day had started with moderate fifty-degree temps, there was no sign of the hazards that would face me by days end. The night was already closing in on Christmas Eve eve and I’d made a hundred miles in the last three hours as the snow pelted my windshield and even the back of the truck in front of me was becoming blurry.

“Mark, see if you can get a station on the radio.”

Mark leaned on the doghouse and fiddled with the radio. He got some very loud static and faint signals from Roanoke. You couldn’t make out what was being said. After going up and down the dial twice he turned it off and sat back in his seat.

“Nothing,” he said as the windshield wipers moaned. “We aren’t going to make it at this rate,” Mark said.

“We always make it, Mark,” I said. “When haven’t we made it?”

Trucks in the hammer down lane continued passing us like we were moving at a snails pace. The snow boiled up under their wheels, blinding me for just enough time to get into trouble.

“Why can’t we move that fast?” Mark asked,not wanting to know.

“Because we don’t want to end up in a ditch fifty miles up the road,” I said.

I used a rag to wipe the inside of my windshield, hoping I’d be able to see better. I’d dropped two lengths of my truck off the truck in front of me. I wouldn’t be able to stop in time if he came to a stop but I had room to get into the left lane. Fever and fewer trucks tempted fate in the left lane. For the first time we moved in the right lane at thirty-five miles an hour and nothing was going any faster tonight.

“Why don’t we pull off,” Mark said. “Call in the morning and tell them we’ll be late. It’s six inches deep along here.”

“Where will I pull off? This is literally the middle of nowhere, Mark. We’ve got what we’ve got and we’re stuck with it. If I’d known it would get this bad, I’d have stopped around Roanoke. There’s nowhere to stop out here.”

Mark leaned forward and put his hands on the dash in front of him. He moved his face closer to the windshield. I slowed down to thirty-three. The truck ahead of me moved farther ahead. Whatever happened, I had plenty of room.

“Where are those big ass hills. There’s a mile long bridge and then you go straight up for a mile or two,” Mark said.

“Twenty or thirty miles. The bridge crosses Buffalo Creek,” I said.

“Yeah, that sucker is two or three hundred feet down,” Mark said. “I’d hate to go off that bad boy.”

“It’s a hundred feet down to Buffalo Creek. You’d only go off that bridge once,” I said.

“Ain’t that the truth. Can we make it up that hill? It is pretty steep,” he said.

“At this speed. If it’s covered in snow. We won’t make it up. If we built our speed up to fifty-five or sixty, we might make it. There’s nothing between us and that bridge,” I said.

Mark turned his head to look at me. I saw the fear. He had nothing else to say as we continued north on I-81.

I reached my right hand back in the bunk and I grabbed the Willie Nelson tape I kept handy. I loved the sound of Willie’s voice. He soothed me when I was running behind and facing a long hard drive ahead of me.

“On the Road Again,” Willie sang.

Every time I left the house that cassette went into the player so I could hear those words. I was on the road again and tonight it was snow filled and slick. I was doing thirty and Willie sang us every onward into the night. I was sure Willie sang many a trucker through long hard nights.

The CB crackled and there was trucker’s chatter. Trucks ahead of us told us there was no break no relief. If anything the snow was heavier as we drove north. Mark looked at the radio before he looked at me.

“It’s quiet. Why is it so quiet. That’s the first its woke up in an hour,” Mark said.

“Keep both hands on the wheel and concentrate on what’s ahead of you. We’re doing some serious driving, Mark. No one has to tell anyone else it’s serious.”

“I guess not,” Mark said, sounding apprehensive.

When you haul freight for a living you face all kinds of weather. You try to position yourself so you aren’t caught in the middle of nowhere when a big storm hits. The problem with eastern Tennessee and southern Virginia, it’s all in the middle of nowhere.

I’d driven in the snow plenty of times. One night after picking up a trailer in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, I slept for a few hours so I’d go through Milwaukee and Chicago late at night. When I woke up from three hours sleep, it had snowed four inches.

Like I said, I’ve driven in all kinds of weather but I’d never had to break new snow. Driving out of Sheboygan was no problem. Nothing but snow plows were in the road but when I pulled down on the super slab it was once continuous blanket of snow coming everything. Whee was the road?

No one had driven on the highway yet and I had to break the new snow. I road with my right wheels on the shoulder and my left side wheels on the highway. I drove by watching for the reflectors on the shoulder. I drove from one reflector to the next. I could see open fields on my right. I could see houses up on the hills as I moved at ten miles an hour. I never was sure I was still on the highway but I hadn’t gotten stuck as I felt my way south.

It took me two hours to get out of the new fallen snow. I saw no other vehicle on the road until I was thirty miles north of Milwaukee and suddenly the road was wet but there was no snow on the road. I felt like I’d just driven a thousand miles.

That was the worst weather night I’d had as a trucker, until this night. At worse going south toward Milwaukee, I might have run off the road and got stuck. At ten miles an hour, I could stop instantly. I’d have been fine.

Tonight If I went ten miles an hour I’d be run over in two minutes. I’d have obstructed the interstate. There was nowhere to go but keep moving north on I-81 until everyone came to a halt. Then we’d have what he had and we’d wait for the plows to dig us out in a day or two.

“Jackknife,” the CB radio crackled to life. “Jackknife on the bridge. Left lane is open. Two, no three trucks are jackknifed up against the railing in the right lane. Left lane is clear so far. Jackknife on the bridge.”

“What’s it mean?” Mark said.

“It means that we’re in a world of hurt. That bridge is dead ahead. I don’t see us getting across it tonight and then there’s that damn hill to climb,” I said.

“North American, I’m coming through. Get behind me and well shoot that bridge and get up the hill. I’m coming up on your left. Get my back door and hammer down, son, hammer down.”

It was shiny red Kenworth pulling a CRST trailer and he gave me the come on signal as he steamed past my slow moving GMC. Seeing no lights trailing him, I was on the accelerator and I fell in behind him.

“Do you think this is smart, Joe,” Mark asked.

The quiver in his words told me what he thought of the idea.

“Pull your belts tight. Get on the CB. Ask if the left lane remains clear. If it is we’re following this guy as far as we can go,” I said.

I didn’t want to sit at Buffalo Creek for two days.

“Breaker one nine,” Mark said. “Is the left lane open on the bridge?”

“So far. No one’s going to pull out there from a stop. The right lane isn’t moving,” a voice said.

We were right on top of the bridge. I didn’t realize that we were that close. I’d pulled up to the back doors of the CRST trailer and I had the hammer down. I knew he could go eighty if he wanted and I couldn’t get over sixty-five.

“Left lanes clear as far as I can see,” another voice said. “No one in the right lane is going to pull out, that hill is covered in ice. You couldn’t get up that sucker at sixty. Trucks are stopped halfway up the hill. They’re in the right lane. Left lane is still clear. I’m stuck behind these damn jackknifed rigs. We aren’t going anywhere tonight.”

“Breaker one nine,” Mark said. “We’re hauling ass and shooting the bridge in the left lane. CRST and North American are coming through. Get behind us if you want to take a shot at that hill. CRST with North American on his back door. Come on if you can. We’re coming through.”

“Good thinking, Mark. You’re a good helper, you know.”

“I hope you can say that tomorrow,” Mark said, leaning forward to watch the back of the CRST trailer.

I was doing 58 miles per hour as we went down the hill above buffalo Creek. They were still reporting that the left lane was clear. I’d never done anything this crazy before but that night I did what I needed to do.

I no longer cared about the freight or my delivery time. I simply wanted to get up the hill on the other side and pull over and wait for the snow plows to open the road.

When we hit the bridge I was doing 61 miles an hour. There were trucks lined up in the right lane for over a mile before the bridge. No one was going to pull out into the left lane because as sure as shooting, some dumb ass driver was going to shoot the bridge and have a go at that hill on the other side.

Early in the morning of December 23, I was that dumb ass. I’d never have done it if the CRST driver hadn’t called me out. He knew I was leaving plenty of room to be able to pull out in the left lane to go and he didn’t want to go alone.

it was an open lane and someone was going to shoot the bridge at Buffalo Creek, once the right lane was closed.

I never asked CRST his name but he got us through and up the hill on the other side. As I looked back in my West Coast mirrors, I could see the trucks stopped on the bridge. There were other trucks coming across in the left lane but no one fell in behind me and none of them were going fast enough to get up the hill.

As we climbed the hill we passed three more trucks in the right lane. They were all spinning their wheels. One had begun to slide back down the hill.

I wouldn’t want to be those guys.

As I reached the top of the hill and hit flat ground I was doing forty-five. I slowed down from there. I’d lost the lights on the back of the CRST’s trailer two thirds of the way up the hill and he was nowhere in sight.

I dropped my speed down to fit the conditions. We didn’t say anything to each other. We’d lucked out big time. Up the road a piece I came to a rest area. I turned in and put my truck in a position where no one could block me in. I was facing the exit ramp and the road.

I was still shaking. I wasn’t going to go to sleep for a while. I watching the road but no one came passed.

On December 23 at one thirty a.m. I was the last vehicle to cross Buffalo Creek and make it up the hill.

I fell asleep in my seat. I felt like I’d driven a thousand miles. My eyes got heavier and they finally closed.

At six I started my engine. I eased back onto I-81.

I drove at fifty miles an hour and didn’t see another vehicle for an hour. The road was plowed fifty miles ahead.

I was on the Capitol Beltway by ten and I delivered on time and I went to the house.

All you four-wheelers remember, keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down.

I’ll catch you on the flip flop.

Joe Buck

Chapter 24

Duplicates

As February passed and March arrived, Harry returned to Washington to conduct business in the congress, after we campaigned the final two weekends in the month.

No more hard campaigning was scheduled until April. Everything went fine and I was becoming accustomed to being on stage. It wasn’t so much something I liked as it was something I did. Knowing the end game, I did my best for Harry’s sake.

I still wasn’t thrilled about leaving Dylan and Ivan, even when it was for only a day and a half. It was at most a couple of weekends a month, until October, and then it would be constant until election day. I told Harry I was on board for whatever he needed me to do and the end result would be worth any inconvenience in my life.

Nothing suspicious or dangerous had been reported at the cove.

The Cove Dive, Surf, & Bait Shop was finished inside and out. It was a colorful addition to the cove. J.K.’s Jr. Kitchen was completed and most of the kitchen equipment was inside.

Popov was busy discussing the menu with J.K. They were after the best dishes to be prepared in advance, refrigerated, and heated quickly while maintaining quality and flavor.

Ivan preferred J.K. make the decisions on what food to offer. Ivan would run the shop and supervise the employees with Taggart as his right hand man, but J.K. had a reputation to protect. Most of what Ivan knew about food came from eating it but he wanted the best possible menu to serve the visitors to the cove.

*****

On Ivan’s birthday we got cleaned up and dressed in our most fashionable clothes. After a fine birthday lunch, without Mama revealing what would be served for dinner, Ivan, Dylan, and I headed for the Buick. I instructed Ivan to drive to Fort Myers where my birthday gift would be given to him. I had Ivan park around the corner from our destination.

We walked down the block and stopped in front of the photographic gallery.

“I know this place,” Ivan said. “We’ve been here before. We came here to get our pictures taken on my eighteenth birthday. The picture on your nightstand.”

My plan for Ivan’s birthday developed while I was on dives. That weightless atmosphere allowed my mind to wander. It wandered to the last time we spent his birthday together. The plan was to adapt that birthday to his thirtieth birthday. Once I decided on the gift, I kept it to myself for quite a while.

I would duplicate the outing as closely as I could manage with one little exception. Actually, it was becoming a rather big exception. Dylan was growing fast.

When Dylan said, “I’m not a child,” his size was on his side.

At the front door of the gallery, I told Ivan the details of the birthday gift I was giving him. He smiled.

“Sounds OK to me, babe. We aren’t exactly teenagers any more.”

“I’m nearly a teenager. Does that help, Daddy-O.”

“It does,” Ivan said, mussing Dylan’s hair.”

“Oh, Daddy-O!” Dylan fussed.

*****

Our first stop was at the photographic studio to have our picture taken. Dylan was wide eyed. Before telling the man what we wanted, Dylan was giving him the third degree.

“How’d you get this effect? It’s remarkable. None of my pictures look anything like this,” Dylan said, showing us.

“That’s done with a fish-eye lens. It’s a special effect. Most special effects require a special lens to achieve.”

He went over to a cabinet that required a key to open. It took a minute before he brought back a box with a red velvet interior. In the box was the lens.

“Wow!” Dylan said. “It causes a refraction of the light. It bends in a way where the center is totally focused and to either side there is a blurring of the image the farther you get from the center.”

Dylan was fascinated by the effect the lens would create.

“How mush does a gizmo like this cost?” Dylan asked.

“This one was approximately two hundred and fifty dollars. We don’t sell them but it’s the best one for our purposes. Since most of our work is studio portraits, it’s suited to get the effect you described at weddings, birthdays, special events like that.”

Dylan looked at me lens again.

“Your birthday’s coming soon. Sounds like that might be birthday and Christmas,” I said.

Dylan didn’t blink.

“How many lenses do you have in there?” Dylan asked.

“Forty or fifty. We can achieve most effects people want.”

Dylan wasn’t done yet and the photographer walked with him down the corridor to the studio where he’d take our picture. Dylan stopped every few feet to ask about a picture. He wanted to know how this one was done and how that one was done.

The photographer was a patient man. He described in detail how each photograph was taken. Dylan would stand and stare into the picture to imagine the technique the man described.

When we got to the studio, the large camera on a tripod got Dylan’s attention.

“The tripod steadies the camera to get the best picture,” Dylan said.

“It does. Essential for studio pictures. No need to risk running a picture with a sneeze or an itch. This camera is over a thousand dollars. It never leaves the studio. It’s strictly for portraits like the one I’m about to take of you.”

“You develop them yourself?”

“I do. Come next door. I’ll show you.

We walked back into the hallway to a small room one door down. Their were negatives everywhere. Some were dangling with a clothespin holding them in a way that allowed them to dry. There was 35mm film, pans, chemicals, lights, and more than enough doodads.

*****

Dylan hadn’t asked any questions about the photographic lab on Sea Lab, but I knew what came next. He’d just been introduced to the world of developing film. Until then he was satisfied with me developing the film he shot.

A few weeks into his photography adventure, I introduced him to a role of black and white film. He wrinkled his nose. When he saw the results in black and white.

The trip to the photographic studio was a turning point in Dylan’s photography. Seeing the quality of the detail in black and white pictures, he began asking for black and white film and his pictures were far more distinctive in black and white.

Dylan began working with light and shadow in a way he never had before. By changing the light, it changed the character of objects he photographed. I took Ivan to the shop to recreate a day that took place months before Boris was lost.

We left with Dylan better educated in what he could make his Nikkon camera do. Ivan had a sense about what Dylan would like. The camera was the best gift he could have given our son.

I never imagined when he opened that box at Christmas, and the expensive camera came as a surprise to me, that Dylan would become fascinated by the art of photography. The man at the gallery took Dylan farther down that road.

As I watched a door opening in Dylan’s mind, whatever he wanted, within reason, I would provide. I wanted him to have enough experience in life to know what he wanted to do and what he wouldn’t be caught dead doing.

Bill Payne once told me, ‘Do what you love, Clay, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

I knew it was true. I’d never done a day’s work and I knew how blessed I was. I could provide whatever Dylan required. I was a man of means and I would spare no expense giving Dylan what he wanted or needed. That way he would find what was right for him.

Going back into that studio, I felt like Ivan’s birthday would probably end up with Dylan being the biggest winner on our trip to Fort Myers.

*****

With Dylan between us we stood in front of a similar backdrop to the one we stood in front of for the first picture. The photographer entertained us with stories and quips that made us laugh, smile, and appear serious. I picked the picture with the three of us smiling.

I looked at Ivan and he nodded his approval.

“Two of this one,” I said.

I figured one for my bedroom and one for Ivan’s bedroom. I hadn’t figured on any more.

“I’ve got a picture of my mother and you over my bed. Shouldn’t I get one too? I’ll put it beside her picture?” Dylan said.

“Make that three copies. We’ll pick out the frames when we return,” I said.

The man changed the order from two to three copies of the picture.

“I like the one with us laughing,” Dylan said.

“Two and one,” the photographer asked before making any more changes.

“No, keep the three and add the one our son wants. I’ll give one to my mother on her birthday. She doesn’t have any pictures of the three of us together.”

“Yes, sir,” he said.

I gave him the money for the four pictures and I put a substantial down payment on four frames. We’d pick out what we wanted when we picked the pictures up.

We walked a block from the photographic studio and we stopped in front of the jewelry shop.

“We are recreating my eighteenth birthday,” Ivan said.

“We are. You get to pick the ring. I picked last time,” I said.

We looked for the identical ruby rings we once wore as teenagers. I had mine at home and I stopped wearing it when I was diving so often. As salty as the Gulf is, it wouldn’t do gold any good. Ivan’s ring was somewhere safe. He wasn’t sure where it was safe.

We hadn’t discussed taking Dylan along when we went to buy matching rings, but Dylan was with us and we decided we could explain it to him in a way that wouldn’t bring up too many questions.

Underestimating my son was easy for me. I kept seeing my little boy when I looked at him. When I was ten, I could barely tie my own shoes and when I did, they refused to stay tied. It was a different world in Tulsa. I was a small fish in a big fish tank. Being childish was an art form for me and my friends.

Dylan was more adult than some of the adults. I don’t know what accounted for it. I’d like to think it was my fine fathering. Realizing what a joke that was, I accepted I had a gifted son, and as Ivan and I tried to decide what to say if our son asked about matching rings,

Dylan seated himself on the floor in front of the wedding ring display case. We stood behind him as he examined each set of rings.

“This one,” he said after ten minutes.

Ivan and I stood silent.

“Those are wedding rings,” I said for no particular reason.

“This one,” he said, pointing and looking over his shoulder at us.

“You aren’t getting a ring, kiddo,” I said.

“I’m not stupid, daddy. This one. These are identical. They’re nice without being showy.”

Ivan and I looked at each other. It was a bit in your face but he did come in with us. I liked the ring. When I looked at Ivan he nodded his approval. I was buying them so it was my turn to talk.

“The one our son picked out,” I said, biting my tongue.

The man behind the counter followed Dylan’s finger. He didn’t look twice when he reached his hand in the case to take the box.

“Make sure I get the right ones. This one?”

He picked up the box.

“Yes, sir,” Dylan said.

“Beautiful rings. It has eleven diamond chips set in platinum,” he described. “Guaranteed to last a lifetime.”

He smiled at us.

He turned the box so we could get a closer view.

“I want two of the man’s style. How long before we can pick them up?” I asked. “We’ll be back in Fort Myers a week from today.”

“Come back to my work station. We’ll get your sizes. The jeweler who will do the work isn’t here today. He’ll fit the rings and they should be ready on your trip back to town next week, if we have two of the style you want in stock,” he said. “I’ll give you my card so you can check before you come over.”

He handed me his card.

“That works,” I said.

He checked his stock and measured our ring fingers. We followed him back to the front counter.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked.

“Two hundred and twenty-four dollars each, plus tax, but we can give you our ‘happy wedding day discount’ we have in effect this week. Twenty-five percent off,” he said, giving us his biggest smile..

Writing out the numbers on a sales slip, he handed it to me.

“Sounds like a good deal,” I said, opening my wallet and counting out the cash.

“Congratulations,” he said as we headed toward the door.

The three of us said, “Thank you” at the same time.

“You think he knew?” Ivan asked, following up with, “It’s my birthday.”

My lover was quick on his feet but our son was nobody’s fool.

“I think he knew,” I said. “I don’t remember if it was the same guy as before,” I said. “Twelve years is a long time.”

“Me either,” Ivan said. “It was the same guy who took our pictures before. I remembered him. He has a presence that’s hard to miss.”

“Happy thirtieth birthday, Ivan,” I said.

“Yeah, Daddy-O, You’re getting old,” Dylan said.

“I’m getting old at the same rate you are, junior.”

“We went to the movies that night,” I said. “With Mama expecting us for your birthday dinner, no time for a movie.”

“You’ve made me proud, honey bun. Thank you, and to think this time last year we weren’t even on the same continent,” he said.

“Don’t remind me. This arrangement seems much nicer to me,” I said.

*****

As if one political campaign wasn’t enough for one worn out marine biologist, in April I introduced my sister, Lucy Olson, to a local audience. She’d launched her run for the state legislature.

Harry didn’t attend. He wanted Lucy to have the stage to herself. She was running for Harry’s old seat in the Florida legislature.

Harry would make several campaign stops in our district, his congressional district. He would appear beside Lucy after I introduced them. It was how he showed his support for her candidacy.

My sister was smart enough to hold her own with the political class. She’d shine as a legislator and bring her knowledge to the table with her desire to assist the people who needed help.

Lucy taught for a few years after college, She wanted a first hand look at what the people in her district needed. When she spoke to the parents of her students, she asked them what they thought.

Several current members of the legislature came to campaign beside Lucy. They remembered Lucy’s visit to the legislature when she put some older legislators in their place. The younger members asked her about running for the legislature. As a young dynamic woman, the younger members of the legislature saw her as the kind of fighter they wanted on their side. Lucy would fight for the people who would benefit from government assistance, while letting the powerful fend for themselves.

It was a new day. Campaigning for Lucy was easier than going full tilt with Harry. Lucy stayed within a couple of hours of the house. We could make two or three stops on the way home for dinner. Campaigning for Lucy meant sleeping in my own bed. It also meant mingling in the crowd to chat before and after an event.

*****

Ivan finished the Cove Dive, Surf, & Bait Shop in April. Right after the final shelves were stocked, Ivan began grading the area west of the boat ramp for the cove beach.

Harry knew a contractor, one of his supporters, who was opening a new housing development a dozen miles away. He would soon finish grading the streets if the weather held. He would let Ivan use the grader for the cost of transporting it. Harry offered a discounted list of services he talked over with Ivan and there would be free passes for the people living in his new development. They could come and use the cove beach and have access to a dining experience at J.K.’s. “I told them about your fishing boat and the shop where his residents could buy whatever they needed for an outing at the beach.”

“Harry,” Ivan said. “Before you offer free passes to the beach, shouldn’t we have a beach?”

“That’s what the grader is for. I got you a grader and good advertisement for your business. When’s the grand opening?”

“Grand opening,” Ivan said.

“You are offering a vacation paradise for vacationers. You need a grand opening to allow them to get a good look at what you have to offer, Ivan.”

Ivan laughed when he told me about the conversation.

“He’s a good man to know,” Ivan said.

“To vote for too,” I said.

“I guess I better register to vote. If politicians really wanted us to vote, we’d register to vote in our senior year of high school. When are we better informed than when we graduate?” Ivan asked. “There should be a mandatory government class for seniors. It would make sure that kids soon to be eighteen know what’s going on.”

“I’ll mention that to Lucy. Registering to vote before you leave high school. Then you are registered until you leave the state,” I said. “None of this, ‘I don’t like the cut of your jib, so you can’t vote.’”

*****

It took the first day for Ivan to be able to use the grader with ease. By the second day large sections of undergrowth began to disappear and the beach began to appear.

The removal of the jungle west of the boat ramp left a speckled colored dirt and brown sand on what was to be the cove beach. It was ugly as beaches go but better than the jungle it replaced. That in itself was quite an improvement. The wide open spaces made the cove look larger than before. The campsites with fire pits were large enough for each site to feel like a camper had a private beach.

I made sure I was there when the grading began. I brought fresh lemons and let J.K.’s people make lemonade by the gallon. Each time Ivan returned to the boat ramp end of the world, I refilled his glass with lemonade. Taggart and Kramer drank their share.

It was in the nineties every day that week. I sure hoped the summer wasn’t that hot.

*****

In spite of it all the cove was at peace. Kramer was still working for Ivan. Popov was still on shore when his fleet went to sea. I saw him from time to time but he rarely came over. He always seemed to be on his way somewhere.

If Carlos Santiago was in the area, no one we knew had seen him. The watch continued. Once it was routine, I didn’t even notice the cars moving in and our of the driveways, but it was difficult to miss the boat parked out back of the house.

I figured it was closing on the time when someone said, ‘That guy is long gone. He no longer seems to be a threat.’

I knew the time would come. I didn’t know how I felt about it. Maybe he was gone and in some other state or country.

Maybe he wasn’t.

*****

Popov left footprints on the cove beach, which told us he was alive and well and keeping his eyes on things. He’d gone to see his dredger operator operating. His introduction to the southwestern Florida operations manager took him to the source.

“Mr. Operations manager, how much are you charging Captain Popov to be carrying off sand for you.”

“Captain, you can have all the sand you want. Leaves less for the state of Florida to pay someone to haul it away.”

Harry’s contractor, seeing the result of Ivan’s labor with the road grader, put two of his dump trucks on hauling one load of sand a day from where it was dredged to dump on the cove beach.

This schedule allowed Ivan to spread the sand evenly for the length of the beach. As more sand came, the ugly speckled soil was buried deeper in the hopes it would stay buried.

Ivan was going great guns and he’d be ready for the May 1, “Come to the Cove” grand Opening.

The fliers went out and ads were placed in local papers and a couple of monthly magazines touting Florida as the place to vacation and live the carefree life the weather and natural resources provided.

Harry, ever the businessman, mentioned the conservancy, the Gulf, the cove, and the cove’s beach in our late April campaigning.

When I sailed Sea Lab into the cove, I no longer recognized it. If the Fish Warehouse wasn’t directly ahead and unchanged, the cove was entirely different from the year before. The year Ivan returned.

The white sand made the cove sparkle. The Cove Dive, Surf, and Bait Shop stood out in the middle of the hill beside the cove beach and J.K.’s Jr. Kitchen stood like a bookend facing the new shop and the beach. Sidewalks connected the two shops to the parking lot and the six stairs that took you to the dock.

While Ivan waited for the sand, he used the grader to smooth a pathway from the end of the cove beach to the Gulf of Mexico. This made it easier to walk from the beach to the Gulf.

I had become thrilled by Ivan’s creation. I’d known the same old cove for fifteen years. Ivan turned it into a jewel. A family or an individual could come for a day or a week. If they planned smartly, they wouldn’t need to leave for the duration of their stay.

As Ivan was creating the beach, at the top of each campsite Taggart and Kramer were building the fire pits. Tagggart’s brick work made the next identical to the last.

Kramer wandered a lot, alternately assisting Taggart and walking near where Ivan was working. He wore long pants now. You wanted denim if you were going to get near the undergrowth.

Where ever Carlos Santiago was, he wasn’t at the cove, which suited me fine. It had been four months since the last event at the cove. It was beginning to look like we were safe.

I felt safe. I felt absolutely giddy when I arrived at the cove and looked around. I’d vacation here if I didn’t live on the Gulf five minutes away. I’d enjoy coming here just to feel what I felt when I took it all in. Someone should have thought of this years ago.

*****

On two Saturdays in a row Dylan was allowed to come to the cove. We had relaxed and whatever danger there was seemed remote to me after moths of quiet peaceful days.

Dylan sat with Ivan in the grader as he smoothed out the newest truckloads of sand each afternoon late in April. Everything was done but the fire pits and adding more sand for the beach. The only thing Ivan had to do was say, ‘Enough sand.’

Before the first campsite a hundred feet down the beach from the boat ramp, Ivan graded a large open section of beach. This was the public beach. People could come and spend the day and have their own spot without anyone being crowded. This small section of the 4000 feet of beach created a picturesque beach beside the boat ramp and the Cove, Dive, Surf, & Bait Shop. From the cove entrance it looked impressive.

At the far end of the campsites, Ivan graded a similar sized beach where anyone could feel comfortable. That beach was a short walk from the Gulf.

I don’t know if Ivan was still carrying his gun. I didn’t want to know and I didn’t ask. With Kramer close at hand, I wasn’t worried.

With opening day being extended to a week and on the Saturday the grand opening ended, there would be free hot dogs, balloons, and ice cream from 9a.m. To 3 p.m.

Ivan was ready to show people his shop, his boat, and his cove. Rumor had it that Popov would be in attendance.

Popov was using J.K.’s sloop to search for Big Carlos. If the gangster was on his boat anywhere within a few dozen miles of the cove, Popov would have found him.

Popov would take the day off to attend the grand opening.

*****

“…And if you come to the cove, it’s a mile and a quarter southeast of the conservancy, you can meet the local people, enjoy local seafood, and walk the cove beach to the Gulf if you like. It’s a special place and a way for people to escape their fast-paced lives and enjoy life. Come to the cove, you’ll enjoy it. I promise you,” Harry said, ending each campaign stop that way in April.

In spite of the advertising in the weeks before the official opening, being off the beaten path, we expected mostly locals to come see what Ivan had built.

It was exciting and getting outside opinions was good. We saw what Ivan was building every step of the way. We saw it when we thought it came to a halt in December, but it was only a short time before Ivan began working on it again.

It was finished now and no one expected it to turn out so well.

*****

A week after Ivan’s birthday, we returned to Fort Myers. The picture turned out beautifully and we each picked a frame for our picture. Dylan’s would hang next to the picture of Sunshine and me. Mine would sit beside the original picture of Ivan and me on the nightstand next to my bed. Ivan’s went on his nightstand next to his bed.

The rings were even more beautiful than I remembered. We each tried ours on to check the fit before putting them back in the box. This was more than a friendship ring. This was more than I’d ever imagined. As grand as I believed it would be, the ring was much more. It went beyond the feeling and the hopes. This was real. Our love was real, and while forever was a long time, I accepted our love could last as long as the rings lasted. I could handle that. I was up for that.

We sat on Ivan’s deck that night.

I slipped Ivan’s ring on his finger.

He slipped my ring on my finger.

“I love you, Clay. We’ve been down some hard road. At times I worried I’d never see you again. As miserable as that was, this makes up for it. It’s more than I dreamed was possible.”

“No matter how rough the road, Ivan, we know our love can endure. I didn’t know I could fall in love with you again, but the truth is, I never stopped loving you. I never stopped wanting you. This is my dream come true. If we could be married, I’d marry you.”

We hugged. We kissed.

We made love.

*****

One afternoon before dinner, Pop was home early. Ivan was done with the beach and merely needed to finish stocking as orders arrived from wholesalers. He did want to put a shine on the Daddy-O to show her off on opening day.

Pop was home early, which always gave me pause. I didn’t think I was in trouble, but I wasn’t sure. Nothing I’d done would cause Pop to come home before closing time at the conservancy.

“Clay, Ivan, come into the den with me,” Pop said.

We followed my father into the den and he closed the door behind us. He didn’t wait. He immediately went to the brandy. He set out three glasses. He filled each to the brim.

My father stepped in front of Ivan, offering him the tray. Ivan took a glass of brandy. My father moved to stand in front of me. I took one glass of brandy. He went to put the tray back in its place, taking the final glass for himself.

He sat facing us.

“This isn’t easy for me. I’m from a different time. The role of men was far more strictly defined. Coming here from Tulsa was a shock to the system for a man accustomed to the quick pace of life.”

Pop made no effort to sip from his brandy and we followed his lead. Holding that brandy, I was worried I might spill it. My father wasn’t a man who said much about anything. He said what he thought and he said no more. This was not that.

“The rings,” he said. “This is a conversation your Mama is better suited to have with you. But there is her God. We have seen Mama is no longer in lockstep with her God. There are things she can’t do because of him. She realizes it’s her doing while she doesn’t know how to do anything else.”

The rings was the topic. What came next was anyone’s guess.

“I’ve never taken my wedding ring off. When I was sick and lost so much weight, your mother put a piece of tissue around the inside of the ring so it wouldn’t fall off. I would no more have taken that ring off and set it beside me on the nightstand than I’d have tried to fly out the window,” he said.

“Seeing those rings, and here’s where I’m going to have trouble. I know what those rings mean. Mother and I talked the night you came to the table with them. In a different time, maybe in a different world, we’d celebrate what those rings mean and the fact you love each other enough to want them. I wish things were different. I wish things were easier. Clay, you’re my youngest son and Ivan is like my son. Mother and I want you to be happy, no matter what anyone else might say. No matter what ridiculousness is spouted that keeps you from expressing your love openly. We’ve known you love each other since you were boys. You aren’t boys any more and you’ve put on those rings and your father hopes you never take them off. We hope you are happy, and that’s my toast to my sons. To your happiness,” Pop said, lifting his glass and tossing the brandy back into his throat.

Ivan did likewise.

I gritted my teeth and tossed back my brandy. It furnished my gullet with a delicate warmth. It hadn’t been that bad.

Later Ivan described the same sensation to me. It had made him high but it passed by the time we were at the table.

We were all there and except for the sounds of the silverware, there was little talking. At a point when the pace slowed, I said what I had to say.

Lifting my water glass, I said, “To the best parents in the world. Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Pop. I love you very much.”

Toasting my parents with water might not be seen as proper but I did a lot of things that weren’t considered proper.

I suppose that’s why I lived life my way and let the chips fall where they may.

*****