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Adrian Pierce, a young man with chiseled features and a muscular build that exudes raw power, strides into his chic, minimalist apartment. The clean lines and sleek surfaces of the modern decor reflect his own meticulous attention to detail. His footsteps echo off the polished hardwood floors as he makes his way through the open living space. Rays of sunlight filter through large windows, casting light on carefully curated pieces of furniture and art. Adrian’s strong presence fills the room, making it feel almost too small to contain him.

He enters his bedroom and immediately notices his reflection in the grand mirror, standing tall and serving as the centerpiece of his private sanctuary. With a sense of purpose and elegance, he glides through the room, his well-toned V-shaped torso shining with sweat from an intense workout at the gym. The rush of testosterone during his gym sessions always leaves him feeling aroused and eager for what awaits him in this room. He grabs a towel to wipe off the glistening beads of sweat on his skin before approaching his personal haven.

Slipping off his shoes, he starts to remove his crisp white shirt with slow, deliberate movements. The fabric reveals a glimpse of his chiseled abs and a trail of hair that disappears into his snug black shorts. With each pull, his muscular arms flex, showcasing their strength and smooth skin. As he takes the shirt off, his broad shoulders and toned chest are fully exposed.

Taking a deep breath, Adrian gently tugged down his sweatpants and let them fall to the ground, exposing his muscled thighs and thick cock. His hand hovered over it for a moment before he reached out and wrapped his fingers around its warm length. He winced at the cold touch of his fingertips against his skin but didn’t flinch. Instead, he pushed forward, savoring the sensation of his own touch.

The head of his cock was already slick with pre-cum, and he hooked a finger under it to spread the wetness over the sensitive skin beneath. A shiver rippled through his body as he started to caress his slippery slit of his cock, the precum oozing out and coating his finger. He rubbed it across the head of his penis, then slid his finger inside his foreskin and stretched it.

He brought his finger to his mouth, savoring the sweet tang of his own precum. The salty, musky taste danced on his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation as he slowly licked his finger clean

His cock grows firmer, pulsing with each caress. He can feel the intensity building up inside him. With a confident hand, he firmly grasps the base of his throbbing cock and begins to slowly stroke upwards towards the sensitive head. A low, guttural moan escapes from his lips as waves of pleasure course through his entire body, every nerve on edge and electrified by his skilled touch. He can feel himself growing harder with each stroke, his breath quickening in anticipation of what is to come.

With each thrust, his cock rubbed against his palm in a slow, tantalizing motion. His hand moves gently, tracing the sensitive skin of his cock with skillful precision. Each touch sends a jolt of pleasure through his body, his skin tingling with sensation.

Each stroke is gentle yet firm, his hand applying just the right amount of pressure to bring himself pleasure. The smoothness of his skin against his palm is like silk, and he revels in the sensation. The smooth and silky texture of his hand against his skin sends shivers through his body, making his toes curl in pleasure.

He glares at his own biceps and large, slick cock before spitting on it and picking up the pace of his strokes. As he pleasures himself, his other hand toys with a nipple, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lips. The sound of his fist smacking against his skin fills the room, reverberating like a primal cry of desire.

He senses his climax approaching, but decides to hold back. As he reaches the brink of orgasm, But he wasn’t quite ready for release. He puts a halt to it.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” he moans, as his hand roams over every inch of his body. His arousal is evident in the twitching of his cock and the steady flow of precum. He lets out a laugh, knowing that this is just the beginning.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, he remained facing the mirror. He reached for a bottle of lubricant nearby and squeezed some onto his palm, enjoying the cool gel and its smooth glide against his skin. Taking his time, he stroked himself slowly, pulling back his foreskin to expose his glistening head and twirling his fingers around it. The sensation was almost too much to handle; he was so sensitive in that area.

He gasped for breath, spreading his legs and inching forward on the edge of the bed. He reached around to trace a finger around his tight anus before gently pushing inside. It was a strange sensation, yet it felt oddly familiar, like uncovering a hidden part of himself.

As his hand moved with practiced precision, he pushed deeper and deeper into himself. The sensation of his finger twisting and rubbing against his prostate sent shivers down his spine, a gasp escaping his lips as he discovered a whole new level of pleasure. With one hand gripping tightly to his cock, he matched the rhythm of his thrusting finger, plunging in and out of his tight, warm entrance. Each movement set off a delicious chain reaction throughout his body, building towards an intense release that he couldn’t wait to experience.

As he nears the edge of climax, he pauses his stroking and turns his attention to his hole. Slowly, deliberately, he inserts a second finger, gently stretching the tight ring of muscles. As he moves his fingers in and out with increasing speed, his body responds with pleasure – his legs lift and his toes curl in ecstasy. The sensations radiate through him like an electric current, building until he can hold back no longer…

Pushing a third finger inside, he moans loudly, his whole body trembling with pleasure. His movements become faster and more urgent, a primal need driving him towards release. He can no longer hold back, his hand now moving at an almost frenzied pace as he strokes his cock.

“Oh my god,” he cries out, his voice filled with pure ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to cum!”

With one final thrust, the muscular man reaches the peak of pleasure. His body tenses and he lets out a guttural groan, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. Ropes of cum shoot from his cock, painting the room in a powerful display of release.

As the aftershocks of pleasure wash over him, he lets out a low growl and collapses onto his knees. The scent of his musk fills the air, thick and intoxicating. It pulls him deeper into the world of self-love, leaving him spent but completely satisfied.

Adrian pants heavily as he basks in the aftermath of his intense climax.

Getting up, Adrian makes his way to the bathroom, cleaning himself up. His hands are rough on his body as he scrubs away every trace of his cum and sweat, but there’s something about the harshness that feels good. He doesn’t mind the sting; it grounds him, reminds him of his humanity.

The scent of soap and musk lingers in the air as he returns to the bedroom filled with mirrors. He lies down on the bed and reaches for the dildo on the nightstand, tracing his fingers over its sleek surface and following the veins that run along its length. With a confident smirk, he puts the toy in his mouth, savoring the subtle taste of silicone before sliding it towards his ass.

With a soft grunt, Adrian lovingly coats his dildo in lube before gently spreading it on his hole. A sense of anticipation fills the air as he begins to push the toy inside, relishing each inch as it fills him up completely. The sensation is almost overwhelming, but he can’t help but moan at the intense fullness and pleasure coursing through his body. He continues to slide the dildo in with excruciating slowness, savoring every moment and feeling every inch as it stretches and teases him from within.

The resistance feels good against his slickening inner walls, the sensation of his own flesh parting for the intruder adding to the pleasure. He slides it deeper, feeling his prostate clench around the thickness.

Adrian’s movements start off slow, but they quickly pick up speed, his hips thrusting into each movement with vigor and accompanied by deep breaths and moans. It feels almost too real, the pleasure coursing through his body. He gets down on his knees in front of the mirror, pressing his forehead against the cool glass as he watches himself reach new heights. With every thrust, his cock twitches and releases pre-cum onto the floor below.

The friction against his perineum sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He pulls out the dildo, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and turns his attention back to his aching cock. His thumbs work their magic on the swollen head, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body. He tilts his hips, presenting his hole to the mirror image. With shaking hands, Adrian guides the dildo back inside him. The dildo slid in and out effortlessly now, each stroke causing him to clench around it tightly.

The sensation of filling himself overrides all other thoughts or sensations. His hands grip tighter on the toy, taking control as he pounds himself from behind, greedy for release. Each thrust drives the dildo deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside him again and again.

In the reflection, Adrian watches himself, his own fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping in time with the dildo’s thrusts. He cannot help but moan, a deep primal sound that vibrates through his chest. Adrian can feel the heat building, his orgasm imminent.

With each thrust of his hips, he felt an electrifying surge of pleasure sweep through his entire body. He pushed the dildo harder and faster, his muscular arms straining with every movement. Sweat glistened on his chest and streamed down his face, while his tight muscles clenched and flexed. And then it happened – the peak of ecstasy, a guttural groan escaping from deep within as he released himself uncontrollably. His body shudders violently, cock erupting streams of hot cum all over the floor.

With a heavy pant and shaky hand, he pulled out the glistening dildo from his body. His eyes followed the trail of milky white fluid that dripped onto the floor, creating small puddles that reflected the dim light in the room. A sudden urge overcame him and he knelt down, his tongue darting out to lick up the sticky mess from the smooth surface. The taste was overwhelming, both familiar and foreign at the same time. But it didn’t matter, as he eagerly cleaned up every last drop with a primal hunger, savoring every moment of pleasure it brought him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, still catching his breath. “That was intense.”

He turned to look at himself in the mirror, admiring his flushed skin and tousled hair. His cock hung heavily between his legs, still glistening with the remnants of their passionate encounter. With a devilish grin, he traced a finger along the length of it, collecting the last drops of cum and bringing it to his mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing it down.

I rolled around in the back of the SUV with my blindfold still on. The back seats were pushed down so I had plenty of floor to cover. With my arms handcuffed behind me, I was forced to use my legs to brace myself. I couldn’t see where we were going but I was able to make judgements based off turns and speeds. We definitely got on the highway. He was an offensive driver. I felt the car weaving into different lanes.

The ride had to have been at least fifteen minutes. As it slowed down and we started to make more turns, I knew we were approaching our destination.

He shifted the car into park and got out. I heard the trunk open and he grabbed me by my shirt.

“Come on, get the fuck out”

I could tell from the feeling and the sound of the ground that we were on gravel. But I could still hear cars driving fast, as if on a highway. I turned my head a bit and could make out that the cars were higher than us. There must have been an overpass or something of the sort.

He pulled me across the gravel and eventually to a door. As he opened it, I could tell from the sound that it was a metal door. I could hear chattering in the distance. Muffled voices perhaps at the end of a hallway. We walked further and the voices got louder. There were many of them.

We stopped and some of the voices ceased. He pulled my blindfold down to my neck.

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light, even with how dim the room was. The figures and environment became clearer. It was a large room, maybe thirty by forty feet. The ceiling was rather short. There were couches arranged along the wall and a couple of them back to back in the middle of the room. There were some lockers over on one wall.

Three TVs were mounted to different walls, equally spaced around the room. They were playing porn. And the voices had come from the roughly ten or fifteen men, all lounged around on the couches. They were naked, some of them jacking off, some of them actively having sex, and some of them just sitting around watching. I felt almost all the eyes in the room on me.

“I have a piece of ass for us, boys”

The men in the room looked at me like I was a tasty dessert. They all varied in age and body type. One of them looked like he was in his twenties. He was very fit. Several of them were bears. A few of them were scrawnier, and two of them were extremely large men. I turned to look at the cop.

“Welcome to the den, faggot”

I was dumbfounded. Was this a bathhouse of sorts? Some kind of sex dungeon? A secret club for random gay men to hookup? Surely it was illegal. But then again, this cop was obviously not an upstanding officer.

“I get him first, then you guys can have your fun”

Was he really going to fuck me and then let all these men take turns on me after? Several of them were grinning at me. One of the older men licked his lips. The cop grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me to one of the couches.

He pulled off my shoes and socks. I glanced up to see a few of the men standing nearby. They were watching intently and playing with themselves. The cop untied my sweatpants and slid them off my legs. Then he pulled a pocket knife out of his pants and flipped it open.

My heart started racing when I saw it. I could feel the pounding in my chest. He grabbed my shirt and sawed the knife back and forth to cut from my collar to the end of one of my sleeves. Then he repeated it on the other side. With my arms free from it, he slid it off my bottom half like he had done with my sweatpants.

He pushed me back into the couch again. I had only my black jockstrap remaining. He took his own shirt off and then dropped his pants to his ankles. He sat down on the couch next to me and grabbed the back of my neck again. He forced my mouth to his cock.

I laid down on my stomach across the couch. My hands were cuffed behind me and my head was in his lap. He grabbed my head with both hands and bobbed my head up and down. I couldn’t support myself with my hands but he used my mouth like a toy to aggressively pleasure himself.

He rammed himself into the back of my throat. I tightened my core to keep myself in a more comfortable position, but it just made it harder to breathe. I had a small audience of spectators and they all took joy in my suffering.

While the cop ruined my throat, I started contemplating the predicament I was in. How long would I be there? Would I get in trouble at work for missing the last couple hours of my day? How many men would I have to satisfy? What sorts of things would they make me do? This cop guy obviously didn’t care for my safety or well being but surely he’d at least keep me alive and in one piece. He’d have to let me go eventually.

My mind wondered until he pushed my head off his lap.

He took his own shoes off and finally pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles. He flipped me around and pushed me onto my back. He lifted my legs and held them up, exposing my hole. He played with it with his fingers and a few of the men took a few steps to the side to watch.

“Your tight little hole is gonna get ruined today”

He positioned himself, ready to force his way into me, but then he reached down to the floor. He picked up his underwear with one hand and with his other, he pulled my chin down to open my mouth. He stuffed his underwear in as much as he could.

I could taste the sweat and stench of them. I could feel a few little spots on them that were damp. When I looked up at him, he looked me directly in the eyes and gave me an evil grin. Then he pressed his tip up against my hole and threw his body weight forward. He slammed into me. His cock plunged balls deep and filled my hole. I could feel the pressure of him leaning on my legs.

He rocked his hips back and forth. He put a hand around my throat and wrapped his other arm around one of my legs. I was letting out little involuntary whimpers. The men around us continued to stroke themselves.

The cop didn’t seem phased by the other men. He kept direct eye contact with me while he fucked me. He was rough but I hated that it felt good. The worst part was the handcuffs underneath me. The couch was pretty comfortable, despite having some stains and smelling like cum and musk. But the handcuffs still hurt on my back.

He gave me a few slaps across the face throughout his turn and he even twisted one of my nipples at one point. He enjoyed keeping me on that edge of pain and pleasure, per usual.

After probably 10 minutes of the men in the room eagerly watching and forming a bigger crowd, they finally got to see the cop pump his load into me. He let out a grunt and a big exhale as he held himself balls deep. Then he pulled out slowly.

“Now everyone else is gonna get a turn on your little hole. Hope it’s ready”

He pulled his used underwear out of my mouth and I thought he was going to let me respond. Instead, he leaned over me and shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him clean just as he wanted. This was more gentle than he had been in the past.

When he was done using my mouth as a cleaning service, he shoved his underwear back in my mouth.

“Alright boys, he’s yours. Go ahead and take him”

“Get the handcuffs off him first, will ya?”

The cop reached for his backpack and pulled out the key, along with several pieces of paper and a roll of tape. He pulled me upright and got the cuffs off of me. I twisted my hands around to loosen up my wrists and enjoy the freedom.

A couple of the men grabbed me by my arms and pulled me over to the other side of the room. It seemed that some of the guys were busy setting something up while the cop was busy with me. They had set up a swing for me.

Before they put me in the swing, I turned back to look at what the cop was doing. He was taping those pieces of paper to the wall. I was able to read the large print.

“Send videos to-“ and then Charlie’s phone number. Fuck.

This fucker was going to have all these strangers send the videos to my boyfriend. There was no way I’d be able to explain this to Charlie. I felt the panic setting in. The door was on the other side of the room but maybe I could make it. Even though it was a gravel lot and all I was wearing is a jockstrap, I was still in pretty good shape. And most of these guys were older.

I took off. I spit out the underwear and got about 2 steps closer to the door before one of the men yelled.

“What the fuck!? Grab him!”

One guy was able to get a hold of my arm and then the cop got to me. He put a hand to my throat and squeezed tight.

“Fuck do you think you’re doing? You thought this was optional?”

I looked him in the eyes without answering. A couple other guys got to me by that point and also grabbed a hold of me. The cop gave me a slap across the face.

“You’re a fuckin’ whore. Just do your job, you little cunt”

The men pulled me back to the swing and quickly got me mounted in it. They used strips of what I assumed was an old cut up cum rag to tie my hands behind my back underneath the swing. And although my heels were rested on the swing straps up top, they tied my legs in place too. I wasn’t going anywhere.

One of the men, the one that had yelled for someone to grab me, came up first. He stood right in front of me and without any words or looks of acknowledgment, he forced himself into my hole and started his turn. He was a burly man. He had a beard and a beer belly and a pretty thick cock by the feel of it. But before I could get any more of a look at him, my head was forced down.

Another man had moved the part of the swing that supported my head. He pushed my forehead down and lined up his cock.

“Open”

A deep voice. I did as he bid and he thrusted himself down my throat. Suspended in the air with my legs and arms bound, there was nothing I could do. These men were going to use my holes however they wanted. I felt the roughness of the opposing forces for only a minute or so before they both pulled out of me.

“Here you go”

One of the men had handed a big bottle to the guy standing at my head. He opened it and began to pour out some type of lube or body oil on me. The men began to spread it around, covering as much of my body as they could.

The one who had the bottle looked familiar. I think he was one of the guys from that night at the gay bar. I guess he has a habit of being in the right place at the right time. He lifted my head and put a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I was so thankful for the help. I took a big whiff of it and then my head was pushed back down.

I felt hands all over my body. Every time one of them would pull out of my throat, I’d catch a quick glimpse of the growing crowd before another guy took his place. I honestly have no idea how long I was there. Most of the men made their rounds starting with my ass and then moving to my throat once they gave me another load.

My sinuses were going crazy from all the facial stimulation and my struggle to breathe. My hole felt pretty great after the poppers but it was getting wetter and sloppier as time went on. I started to keep count at first but gave up. Since my face was being pummeled, I wasn’t able to tell when guys were trading places in my hole.

The cop ended up taking another turn in me. I could tell from the squeezing of my junk, the biting on my leg, and of course, the slapping on my face once he got to my front half. He was brutal but I found the silver lining in that he’d likely catch anything that I was going to get from this experience. So many strange men barebacking me, I could only imagine the repercussions.

When the cop got bored of my throat, he pulled out and gave me one final slap across my face. My skin was on fire. He squatted down next to me and spoke right into my ear while.

“Look at him. Look him in the eye while he fucks you. You like that big black cock?”

He lifted my head more and I locked eyes with the large, dark skinned man that was clapping against my ass. He had beautiful muscle tone, kind eyes, and a strong jaw. He was a beautiful man but he gave me a determined look. He started to pound harder and harder. Like a bull, he rammed into me in a fast rhythm with the swing.

He was thick and long and I could feel an ache with every clap. He was going has hard, deep, and fast as he could. The cop wrapped his hands around my throat.

“This is your fuckin’ life now. You’re gonna take loads and let these men do what they want to you, you hear me?”

I could barely breathe. With all the stimulation, pain, and lack of oxygen, I could feel my consciousness slipping away.

“Dumb fuckin’ bitch”

His grip got tighter and I drifted off. I have no idea how long I was out for. It could have been mere seconds or several minutes. But I awoke to that giant black horse cock slapping against my face. I blinked quickly and my vision focused. Upside down, I saw the large beefy black man standing at my head. I could see right up his body, starting at the perfect v-lines and abs. His broad and hairless chest and shoulders. And then his strong jaw and dark eyes looking down at me.

I realized then that I was still being fucked. Another man must have taken his place while I was out of it because I never noticed a halt to the thrusting. The large man leaned forward and his balls dragged across my forehead. They slid over my nose and rested on my upper lip. He let his massive cock hang down rest partially on my chin and the tip of it on my upper chest. He lowered ever so slightly to press his taint onto my face.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly. His thighs tightened together to squeeze my head. The stench of his taint was mixed with lube oil and cum.

When he finally slid back he slapped his dick on my face a few times. The damn thing was as big as my forearm. He pulled back a little more and rested his tip on my lips. I knew what he wanted so I opened my mouth and he slid his way in. My jaw was already sore by this point and he was going to test my limits.

The sheer girth and length of it made for a snug fit. I felt him go deeper down my throat than any of the men before. He went slow and strong. Each time he’d come almost completely out of my mouth before pushing himself all the way in. I watched as his sack moved probably half a foot away from my face and then came right back to smush against my eyes and nose.

All the while, I had some other man still fucking me at the other end. Every once in a while I’d see a light turn on for a minute or so. It was from the phones that were recording, no doubt. How many videos would be sent to Charlie? And how many different men would he see in the videos?

Finally feeling happy with himself, the guy finally pulled out of my throat and walked away. I looked up to see the man fucking me. Another daddy bear type. A strong hairy chest, beefy arms, and a beer belly with a slight odor that you’d expect from a trucker.

He grinned at me as we made eye contact and his thrusts got quicker. His breathing got heavier and within a few seconds of looking me in the eyes, he emptied his balls in me. When he pulled out I could feel a little bit of cum drip out of my hole.

“Move him over to the couch”

I felt hands on me, pulling at the ties on my ankles and hands. They began to jerk me around, making it very apparent that we were moving. My body felt so sore it was hard to move on my own.

They got me standing upright and I paused for a second to focus on my balance. I felt the blood rush through my body. And I could tell I had more cum dripping out of my hole.

“Over here boy. Have a seat”

There was a man on the couch patting his thighs. I was dragged over to him and then released. I straddled him and sat down on his hard cock. He slid in with ease and he slapped my ass as I started to ride him.

There was a sound of squishing in my movements. All of the remaining cum in my hole was dripping out of me. Or rather, he was inadvertently fucking it out of me. He leaned back with his hands behind his head and enjoyed the show.

The mood changed for a bit as most of the men sat down. Everyone lounged and watched as I worked hard to get another man to finish, hoping to earn my freedom at some point. He eventually grabbed my ass hard and squeezed my cheeks in his hands as he unloaded in me. Once the pulsing had died down, he gave me one more quick slap on the ass.

“Good boy, now do him”

He nodded towards the guy on his left. I dismounted and the other man pulled me over to him. This time I was facing away from him. He held me by the waist and pulled my ass down to meet his cock. He forced me up and down until I got the point and carried on by myself. My legs were on fire from the repeated squatting motion.

“Oh come on, faster boy. You can do better than that”

I kept going at the same speed because it seemed to be all I could muster. He gave an irritated grunt and wrapped him arms around me. He pulled me back on him. My back rested on his chest and he placed his hands on my lower hamstrings. I sat back while he held my legs up and fucked me. I relaxed and let my body bounce on him.

Having a good view of the room now, I noticed more men had shown up. Some were already naked and comfortable while others were stripping at the lockers. I wondered how long it had been and how many more men I’d have to take before I was free to go.

“Justin?”

I looked up to see one of the new arrivals walking towards me.

“Holy shit. You’re kidding. It is you”

“Coach Dave?”

It was my old soccer coach. I played on his team for nearly a decade and the man was almost like a father to me.

“You always were such a beautiful boy. I can’t believe I finally get to take that ass for a spin”

“What?”

“Hey man, let me take him. Please? It’s been a long time coming”

The man underneath me halts. He leans me forward and I stand up. Coach Dave stood naked in front of me. Probably five inches taller than me and almost twice as wide. He looked down at me and put both his hands on my shoulders.

“How about you be a champ for Coach Dave again?”

I looked down to see his long cock dangling. It didn’t look too thick but it had to of been at least eight inches. It was getting stiffer as I looked at it. He stepped past me and sat down on an adjacent couch.

“Come on boy, it’s Coach’s turn”

I couldn’t believe it. This guy coached me as a kid and all the way through high school. He knew my parents. And now he was going to fuck me in some sex den? I’m not going to lie, Coach Dave was a pretty hot dad, but he was the last person I expected to see here. I didn’t even know he was gay.

He was a large man whose hair had turned more salt and pepper in recent years. He had a broad chest and a flat but undefined stomach. He had very prominent v-lines and big beefy legs. He slapped his hands on them to motion me.

I stepped over to him and he leaned forward. He kissed my stomach and then turned me around by my waist. He sat back and pushed his dick forward.

“Come on, sit back”

I sat back on top of him. He kept one hand under my ass to position me and he used the other to line up his cock. Within a couple seconds, he slid inside me. He grabbed both my legs just as the other man had, and got going.

“Fuuuuuuck yeah. Nice, wet hole. How many of these guys fucked you before Coach got here, huh?”

I didn’t answer.

“God damn you feel so good. Nice and broken in”

He continued to fuck me and I must admit, it was hot. I had the coach fantasy before but I never expected it to actually come true. Especially in this context. Despite how sore I was and how much I had been through, at least I finally got to see what Coach Dave was packing in those sweatpants for all those years.

“Fuck I could do this all day”

He kept going without the slightest hint of getting close.

“Well don’t let me hog him. Come on, I can share”

One of the men grinned and stepped towards us.

“Hell yeah. Don’t mind if I do”

He positioned himself in front of me. He squatted down with his legs on the outside of Dave’s. He gripped his cock and started pressing at my hole. Coach Dave had stopped moving for a few seconds.

“No, don’t. Please. It’s too much”

I pleaded with the man but he simply gave a frustrated look and called for help.

“Oh come on… Give him some poppers”

He was determined to get in. A little bottle was held in front of my face so I took a sniff. He continued to push his tip against my hole and Coach Dave’s cock. I relaxed my hole as much as I could. I felt it start to stretch more. There was so much pressure. Then, he finally slid in.

I let out a moan of pain as he got in. But as soon as he broke through, they both started going again. In completely different rhythms, they rubbed their cocks against each other in my hole. My jaw had dropped and I couldn’t seem to close it. I had never felt my hole stretch that much.

“Oh my god. Please, please no”

It hurt so much but was also one of the best sensations ever. Since the guy standing in front of me had a hold of my legs, Coach Dave let go of them and instead wrapped his arms around my torso.

“Such a good boy”

He practically hugged me while he shared my hole with a stranger. Over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, I stayed right there on coach Dave’s lap while other men cycled through. A few of them finished inside me but their seed came spilling out almost immediately. Each one took a little bit of patience to get in, but Coach Dave held me there and shared my hole with each one of them.

“You ready to move him back to the swing?”

“Give me a minute”

The man nodded at Coach Dave. He stood me up and put me on my knees on the couch. Coach mounted me from behind and gave me a quick hard pounding. He pulled me up so my back was against his chest again. He put a hand around my throat and kissed my cheek.

“Fuck yeah, I’ve waited so long to get a piece of this ass”

He licked my ear and then pulled out of me again. He stood up and took a few steps away. He looked down at his cock and then back at me.

“Come on, suck Coach’s cock now”

I still couldn’t believe it. I never would have guessed I’d ever be in this situation with this man. But I did as I was told and I got down on the floor. The petted the top of my head as I slurped cum residue off his cock. By this point he had globs of cum stuck in his pubes and covering his ballsack. The entire area was a sticky mess from all the cum dripping out of my hole onto him.

“Good boy, Justin”

It felt wrong but it was so hot. I cleaned off his cock and even sucked on his balls a bit so I could let his cock rest on my face while I looked up at him. My high school self would have been amazed.

He started to jack off while I gargled his balls. He stroked faster and faster until he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. He shot his load across my face, covering my nose and forehead. Luckily, I didn’t really get much near the eyes.

“Alright, in the swing now”

The other man had grown impatient and pulled me away while Coach Dave was still enjoying the end of his climax.

The guys wasted no time getting me back in the swing and tied up again. My ankles were tied to the swing straps, and my hands were tied below the swing again. I perked my head up at the feeling of another man at my hole. I watched one of the daddies go for his second turn and I felt Coach’s cum drip down to the sides of my mouth.

The man fucked as fast as he could. He grabbed a hold of both of my legs and closed his eyes. He was pretty average in size so I was able to take it pretty well. I watched drops of sweat trickle down his neck and weave down through his chest hair. I noticed a vein in his forehead starting to bulge out from all the strain.

Then he moved his hands down to grab both sides of my waist, with his thumbs touching at my belly button. I felt him gift me another load. He looked pleased with himself, having finished in time for the next activity.

“Alright, we have it, move”

The man pulled out of me and was jerked away. I looked over to see a group of guys gathering around me. One of them was holding some object. It was black and obviously silicon but I couldn’t quite make out what it was at first. It looked big. As he turned it in his hand and got around closer to my ass, I finally got the idea. It seemed to be a hollow butt plug of sorts. Shaped like a big hollow bulb that had the top cut off of it.

I assumed this was so they could keep fucking me but with a tighter sensation. After all of the double penetration, my hole was more loose and stretched than ever. The man folded the toy, basically crumpling it up. He shoved it inside my hole and stuck his fingers in to get the thing placed correctly. It was the strangest sensation ever. But it unfolded itself and took shape again inside me.

I’d never had my hole gaped or held open like that before. I felt the lining of the toy press against my insides but my hole was held wide open. I could feel the air inside me. One of the man came over to test it out.

He plunged into me with ease and I felt the pressure at my hole, just without the typical sensation of skin on skin contact. I could still feel him fill my hole and I felt his tip as it went through the other end of the toy. He squirted some lube on his dick while he fucked me. But he didn’t go for very long.

“You got the jar?”

As the man pulled out, the cop showed up again. He walked towards me holding a mason jar. There was no lid on it and it was filled about three quarters full. The mixture inside was an off-white color with a combination of different consistencies. It was semen. I could see chunks of thick white cum, and then some of it was more like a liquid. There had to have been at least two cups worth in it.

“Look here boy, we got a present for you”

He wafted the jar in front of my nose. I was able to get a good look at it but I was repulsed by the smell.

“Open your mouth”

Surely he wasn’t going to make me drink all of that. There was no way I’d do it without throwing it up. Nevertheless, I opened by mouth and he pours a little bit in. The mixture dropped out in globs. Most of it landed in my mouth, but some of it splattered on my chin and neck. The taste was foul so I swallowed quickly.

“You like that boy?”

He gave me a firm pat on the side of my face. Then a couple of the other men started messing with the swing. They adjusted the straps. My head lowered and my ass raised just a bit. I felt the missed drops of cum slide upwards along my jaw and a little bit onto my ears. The cop walked around and shoved a few fingers in the toy.

“You love having cum in your ass, don’t you boy?”

The cop shoved his hard cock inside the jar, coating it in a thick layer of other men’s seed. He pulled out of the jar and then slid himself inside the toy. The other men all smiled and watched with amusement.

“Fuck yeah, you dirty fuckin’ whore”

He pulled out of me and repeated the process. Each time he shoved his newly coated cock inside the toy, he’d give me a few quick pumps. I could feel the cum dripping through the other end of the toy, settling in my insides.

The cop kept going, repeated the process over and over. Slowly getting more cum deposited in me. Until finally, he handed the jar off to another guy and quickly started fucking me. A quick and hard pace. He squeezed my balls tight. And then he added his own load to the mixture within seconds. He gripped my balls and one of my legs tight as he shot his load.

“Alright, now we add the rest”

When he pulled out of me, he grabbed the jar back and rested the rim of it on the opening of the toy. It had to have been at least half full still. He tipped the jar and poured the rest of the mixture into my hole. I could feel my insides filling up.

“Come on boy, open up. Let it in”

There was still a tiny bit left in the jar but my hole was full. I tried to relax my abdomen. He shoved a few fingers in me to play around with it. Eventually, he got the last of it in me. Once the jar was empty, he pulled at the sides of the toy. It was a slow and delicate process, but he eventually slid the toy out of my hole like it was a funnel. A few drops were spilled but my ass was completely full.

The other men lowered my bottom half on the swing so my body was level again. I felt the cum dripping out of my hole. I tried to clench to hold it in but my hole was too stretched to control. I worried they’d make me lick up any spillage.

“Here’s your trophy”

The cop placed the toy on my stomach. I flexed, just as a natural reaction, and I felt my hole burp out even more cum.

“Alright, cover him boys”

As the cop walked away, a got surrounded by men. They jacked off around me and one by one, they unloaded on me. Over the course of maybe half an hour I was used as a cum rag. Several of the men covered my face and hair with cum while some of the others just shot their loads on my chest or stomach. A few of them would swear their tips on me to get the last drops off of them, others would just hold their tip over my lips so I could lick it clean.

The room slowly began to clear out. As the men drained their balls all over me, they’d throw on their clothes and leave. I was still bound to the swing, unable to wipe the cum out of my eyes or scratch any itches that the sticky coating had caused.

Eventually, it was just myself, Coach Dave, the cop, and one other guy. They untied me from the swing and lifted me up, keeping my body level. They moved me over by a post in the middle of the room and laid me on the floor. They pulled my hands behind my head and tied them to the post.

Then they pulled my legs back and tied my knees to my arms. My feet were up in the air and my back was extremely uncomfortable on the hard floor. Coach Dave finished tying me up tight and then caressed the side of my face.

“Such a beautiful little boy. I’ll see you next time”

He pulled on some jeans, grabbed the rest of his clothes, and walked out with the other guy. The cop was the only one remaining.

“Alright boy. I have to run some errands but I’ll be back in a while… don’t worry, I found a way to keep you entertained”

He wheeled out some kind of contraption. He began to fiddle with it. He folded pieces out, attached things, and set it up right in front of me. I knew exactly where this was headed. The last part he pulled out was a large black dildo. Thick and long, the size of a fucking horse.

Despite all the stretching and abuse my hole had been through, this thing was still a pretty tight fit. I breathed deep to relax my body and get used to the feeling of it inside me.

“I’ll be back later”

He started the machine and walked away. The massive black cock moved forward and back at a regular pace. My eyes rolled back in my head as it pressed on my prostate with each movement. Then the lights turned off and I heard the door shut and lock. I couldn’t see anything and the only noise left was the mechanical arm thrusting the dildo into me.

My lower back still had a sharp pain from the hard floor, and my arms were aching. I felt my heartbeat in my hole, which was a pleasant surprise that I had any feeling there at all. My cock was so hard it was throbbing and my entire body was glazed with cum. I felt a puddle forming on the floor around my ass from the machine fucking all of the cum out of me.

I was miserable but at the same time, uncontrollably close to a climax. The machine continued to ram my hole and my dick was squished against my stomach. I wasn’t able to touch myself, but it didn’t matter. Within minutes of the cop leaving, a rush of tingles waved over my body and my cock pulsed on its own in my jockstrap. Everything was already soaked in cum and sweat but I felt the warmth of my load as it oozed out.

I was bound tight but I felt absolute bliss for a few seconds. Until the sensation wore off and the pleasure in my hole became an overstimulation. I started squirming at the discomfort. I desperately needed it to stop, to let my body relax for a second. But there was no getting out of these ties. And the machine continued relentlessly.

I told myself to keep breathing and to stay calm. I struggled to separate my mind from my body. As the minutes went by, my body eventually adjusted to it’s new norm. The machine carried on wrecking my numb hole. I began to disassociate. I thought about Jake to keep myself together.

I lost all track of time. When the door finally opened and the lights turned on, it’s like my soul returned to my body.

“How’s the little whore doing?”

He leaned down and turned off the machine. He began tinker with it and reassemble it back into a box. When he pulled the ginormous rubber cock out of me, I felt my hole resting open. It was gaping by that point. It had been fucked and stretched for hours.

He took his time getting everything put away. When he finally got back over to me, he untied my legs from my arms. It hurt to stretch them out again. He slid my jockstrap off of me and crumpled it in his hands.

“Open”

He shoved it in my mouth and pulled out a roll of tape from behind him. He wrapped it around my head, sealing the cum soaked piece of cloth in my mouth.

“Don’t you dare fucking choke on that”

He untied my hands and stood me up only to put my hands behind my back again and handcuff me. He grabbed my arm firmly and walked us out the door. When we got outside I could see it was dark. I must have been in there for longer than I thought. His trunk was already open so he threw me inside.

“Sit still, and don’t get my car all sticky”

I tired to stay relatively still as I rolled around in his trunk. He drove us right back to the park that we left from. He put the car in park, walked around, and opened the trunk. He pulled me out by my legs and I fumbled onto the concrete parking lot, bare naked. He turned me onto my stomach and pressed a knee on my back while he took off the handcuffs.

“I’ll see you here again next week, won’t I faggot?”

I gave a muffled groan back. He spanked my ass hard before getting in his car and speeding off. I sat up on my knees and immediately looked around. It was pitch black out, not a soul in sight. It was quiet. I fidgeted with the tape until I was able to unwrap myself and spit out my underwear.

I stood up and suddenly it dawned on me that I didn’t know where to go. Charlie likely got sent a bunch of videos and I had no idea how I was going to explain myself. But I was standing butt naked in a public park at night so I needed to get home. Besides, I definitely needed to shower. A few times.

I had no idea where my phone was. Or anything for that matter. I started my resentful walk home, praying I wouldn’t be seen. When I got to the house, I knocked on the door. When it opened, I saw Jake standing there.

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Next Chapter:

Last Chapter. I get backlash from Charlie over what happened. Jake gives his thoughts on the situation as well. We reach the end of the story (catch up to current day)

The hum of tires against well-traveled tarmac created a soothing sound, punctuated by the occasional passing car. Gavin relaxed in the comfort of his SUV, enjoying the winding roads. With his hand resting casually on the wheel, he allowed his gaze to drift towards the  greenery of the landscape outside. The sun cast a golden hue, casting shadows in various directions, giving the entire landscape an ethereal quality. 

But just as Gavin was savoring the tranquility, a sharp turn caught him off guard. The abruptness was so sudden that Gavin barely had enough time to correct his swerve. The car veered dangerously close to the edge of the road before regaining control. As the dust settled, Gavin let out a long sigh, the adrenaline rush leaving him momentarily dazed. He quickly adjusted his seat and took a deep breath, trying to regain composure. 

He caught sight of his reflection in the rear-view mirror. His eyes met those of his own image, his handsome face framed by his black hair and beard. But it also revealed the dreaded sight of flashing blue lights that seemed to be growing closer by the second. Gavin knew that his reckless maneuver would not go unnoticed. He could only hope that his charm would somehow help him out. He spotted a deserted layby ahead, separated from the road by a line of trees, and pulled into it before coming to a halt. 

As the police cruiser came to a stop behind him, Gavin forced himself to maintain a calm facade. He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, checking if there were any signs of tension or worry. Satisfied that his face remained composed, he reached for his license and registration.

Officer Thompson, having witnessed the erratic swerve, approached Gavin’s SUV with a determined stride. The older officer had a hardened look on his face, which contrasted sharply with his kind eyes. His young colleague, Officer Mills, followed closely behind.

“Everything okay here?” Officer Thompson asked gruffly, peering down at Gavin.
Gavin nodded, feigning nonchalance despite the jittery feeling creeping up his spine.

“Yeah, I was just admiring the view, you know?”

He flashed a grin, trying to diffuse the tension that hung heavy in the air. Officer Mills shot him a curious glance, his gaze lingering on Gavin’s athletic build and handsome features.

“Well, we can appreciate the scenery later,” Officer Thompson replied sternly, tapping his foot impatiently. “License and registration, please.”

Gavin handed over the documents without a word, his smile widening as he noticed Officer Mills eyeing him curiously. The younger officer leaned in closer, scrutinizing Gavin’s face with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

“I saw that little maneuver you did back there,” Officer Mills said suddenly, breaking the silence between them. “It was pretty impressive. You must be a skilled driver.”
Gavin shrugged, attempting to play down his driving skills. “Just a bit of experience, I guess.”
“Not everyone can get out of a swerve like that,” Officer Mills commented, still studying Gavin intently. A sly grin crossed Gavin’s face. “You know what they say – practice makes perfect.”

Gavin looked up at Officer Thompson, hoping to defuse the situation with some witty banter. 
“So, how about it, officers? Do I pass the test, or do I need more practice?”
Officer Thompson raised an eyebrow, sizing up Gavin warily. “We’ll see about that.”
he responded, examining Gavin’s paperwork.

“You know, you should be more careful when other people are trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of these country roads.” Gavin chuckled softly, “Just a bit of harmless fun.” 

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Gavin couldn’t help but feel drawn to the attractive officers standing beside him. The pair made quite a duo, with Officer Thompson being the epitome of rugged masculinity while Officer Mills exuded youthful energy. 

Officer Thompson stood tall with an imposing presence, his years of service evident in his face. His voice held a deep tone, filled with authority and conviction. He had removed his cap, to show his black hair was evidently graying on both sides.  

Meanwhile, Officer Mills possessed a softer tone, his enthusiasm brimming with optimism and a hint of mischief. His blond hair peeked out subtly beneath the brim of his cap. His face wore a neatly trimmed mustache, adding an air of masculinity to his otherwise boyish looks. 

“Well, Mr. Radcliff, it seems like everything checks out,” Officer Thompson finally declared, handing back Gavin’s papers. “But remember, safety comes first.” he reminded Gavin.
With a soft laugh, Gavin nodded, acknowledging the importance of caution.

Officer Thompson murmured something under his breath to his junior partner. It seemed like an important piece of information, as the two officers momentarily stepped back from Gavin, engaging in a hushed conversation. Their movements were cautious, almost furtive, as if they were trying not to draw attention to themselves. Something about the dynamic between them sparked a fire within Gavin. It was a spark that promised to ignite something far greater than he ever expected.

What lay beneath Officer Thompson’s gruff exterior? And what secrets might Officer Mills have hidden behind his innocent smile? 

“Alright, then,” Officer Thompson announced, snapping Gavin back to reality. “We just need you to step out of the car for a moment”
Gavin paused, surprised. “Why? Did my papers come back bad?”
A thin smile appeared on Officer Thompson’s lips as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that. We just want to make sure you’re alright after that little incident. You know, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

Gavin stepped out of his SUV, meeting the officers halfway. Both of them stood there, their expressions stoic yet alert; each one carefully observing every movement of the other. 
“Come along, Mr. Radcliff,” Officer Thompson spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. “Let’s walk over to the patrol car; you can sit inside while we run an additional check on your vehicle.”

Gavin complied, walking alongside Officer Thompson and Officer Mills towards the police cruiser.
“Can I ask why we’re going to the patrol car?” Gavin queried, breaking the silence that had enveloped them since stepping out of his SUV. 
Officer Thompson offered a reassuring nod, his gaze fixed on Gavin. 
“We just want to ensure that you’re not in danger, Mr. Radcliff.” Officer Thompson explained calmly. “And hey, it gives us a chance to chat too.”

Gavin arched an eyebrow, sensing the underlying subtext in the officer’s words. “If you say so, Officer.” As he clambered into the rear of the police cruiser, he noticed the intensity of the silence that ensued. Thompson sat in the driver’s seat, while Mills occupied the backseat with Gavin. The officers exchanged nervous glances.

Gavin felt the older officer stiffen slightly, the air crackling with electric tension.  Mills turned to face him, his eyes shining with curiosity. Gavin gave him a smile, causing Mills to smile back at him.
“So, tell me about yourselves, Officers,” Gavin broke the silence, his voice low and seductive. “How long have you been partners?”
Thompson cleared his throat, adjusting his stance.
“Oh, um, we’ve been partners for two years now.”
Gavin smiled warmly, leaning forward in his seat.

“Thought so. You guys got a certain vibe going on.”
Mills shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, we work well together, like friends.”
Gavin tilted his head, appraising the younger officer. “Really? Friends, huh? That’s nice.”
The officer reddened slightly, mumbling under his breath. “Sure is.”
Thompson chimed in, glancing at Mills. “I think we make a great team.”
Gavin grinned, his eyes sparkling with interest. “That’s awesome.”

Mills nodded, looking straight ahead. “Definitely. We’ve learned a lot from each other.”
Gavin nodded, a knowing grin playing at the corners of his mouth.  “I can imagine.”
Thompson grunted,  his fingers drumming restlessly on the dashboard.

Feeling brave, Gavin gently brushed his fingers across Mills’ arm, sending a wave of shivers down his spine. He inhaled deeply, relishing the sweet aroma of cologne mixed with the faint traces of sweat. As he met no resistance from Mills, Gavin took another step, and began to run his hand up the officer’s leg, brushing against the thick fabric of his uniform pants. He could feel Officer Mills tremble slightly – was it fear or arousal?

“Hey, uh, Gavin,” Mills stammered nervously, his voice cracking like glass. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Gavin smirked, moving closer to the officer. “Relax, this isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Just a little fun, right?”
Mills swallowed hard, “But if things get heated,” he muttered, “it could lead to trouble.”
Gavin pressed his body flush against Mills’ side, running his hand up and down the officer’s muscular thigh. “Don’t worry” he reassured.

Sighing heavily, Mills resigned himself to the inevitable. 
Gavin traced the outline of his chest through his shirt, feeling the heat building between them. Mills leaned sideways, pressing his lips against Gavin’s neck. The older officer turned and watched them silently, his expression dark and brooding. 

Gavin moved deliberately, his fingers tracing Mills’ hardening bulge. “You guys don’t waste time, do you?” he teased. Mills’ fingers gripping the vinyl seat tightly. The younger officer’s breathing quickened, as his eyes scanned the interior of the cruiser, a hungry glint replacing the earlier apprehension.
Gavin chuckled low in his throat, reaching for the zipper of Mills’ trousers. Mills groaned, arching into Gavin’s touch. 
“You’re so hot,” he whispered hoarsely, eyes burning with lust. Gavin smiled, unzipping Mills’ pants and reached deep inside to free his erection. The younger officer gasped, his cock springing into Gavin’s grasp. Gavin caressed it gently, gawping at its length and girth.

“Feel good?”  his voice a smooth whisper. Mills nodded, biting his lip, his breath coming faster and heavier. “Fuck yes,” Mills panted, squirming against Gavin’s touch.
Gavin’s heart raced, his pulse pounding in his temples. His hand roamed freely, exploring every inch of Mills’ cock. He grasped it delicately, his finger lightly grazing the sensitive head. A moan escaped Mills’ lips, his eyes shining with pleasure.

The older officer’s gaze bore into them. Gavin sensed a storm brewing in Thompson’s eyes. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether the attraction he felt was mutual. He glanced at the older officer, noticing the way his grip tightened around the steering wheel. Was he contemplating joining in? The thought sent a surge of excitement coursing through Gavin’s veins.

“Do you wanna join us?” he asked quietly, his eyes locked onto Officer Thompson. The older officer licked his lips, the muscles in his jaw twitching nervously.
“I mean,” Gavin continued, “We could have some real fun. What do you think, Officer?”
Thompson shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to conceal the growing erection in his uniform pants. His gaze flickered between Gavin and Mills, a silent battle raging within him.
“What do you say?” Gavin coaxed, 
The older officer swallowed hard, “Maybe,” he murmured, his voice betraying the inner turmoil he was experiencing. Mills watched Thompson closely, his cock hardening under Gavin’s firm grip.
He could sense the older officer struggling with his desires, torn between duty and pleasure. His heart pounded in his chest, eager to see where this led.

“All right,” Thompson finally uttered, his voice low and gravelly. Mills let out a sigh of relief, his cock twitching in Gavin’s hand. Gavin smiled triumphantly, his hand slipping further down Mills’ pants. “You better hurry up.” Mills taunted, his voice laden with lust. “Your turn’s comin’ soon.”
Gavin grinned smugly, his hand trailing down Mills’ arm.
Officer Thompson sat rigidly in his seat, the scent of his arousal filling the confined space.

Suddenly Thompson got out the vehicle, his footsteps crunching against the gravel as he approached the rear door. He took up position beside Gavin, sandwiching him comfortably between himself and Mills.

The faint glow of the setting sun filtered through the dusty windows, bathing the cramped space in a soft  light. 

Gavin’s heart raced, pulsating in rhythm with his own arousal. He reveled in the sensation of Officer Mills’ moist skin, his firm grip on the officer’s solid cock. His thumb rubbed circles around the head, eliciting a low growl in response. Gavin leaned in, capturing Mills’ lips in a searing kiss. The taste of mint  left a tantalizing taste that lingered long after they parted.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Mills panted, his fingers running over  Gavin’s hair. “This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking right.”

Gavin grinned wickedly, pulling away from Mills and turning his attention to Officer Thompson.
The older officer watched them with an icy stare, his muscles coiled tight with restraint. Gavin licked his lips, the taste of Mills lingering on his tongue. Thompson’s gaze flickered between Gavin and Mills, his nostrils flaring. He lunged forward suddenly and caught Gavin’s lips against his own. 

Surprised by the swift change in mood, Gavin didn’t resist, allowing him to explore his mouth with a hungry urgency. Their tongues pushed together, dueling for dominance until neither could bear the teasing anymore. Thompson was rough, domineering, and Gavin found himself getting harder with every second. He pulled away, gasping for breath, unable to believe what was happening. 
“Jesus,” he managed to utter, his voice strained from their passionate encounter. “What’s gotten into you?”
Thompson’s eyes blazed back at him, reflecting the intense hunger lurking beneath his cool exterior. Gavin swallowed hard, feeling a surge of lust coursing through his veins. He stared into Officer Thompson’s piercing gaze, the air thick with anticipation. Thompson’s eyes narrowed, assessing Gavin’s reaction to his sudden advance. Gavin could feel the heat rising within him, and his palms grew slick with sweat.

Thompson found himself reaching down towards his crotch. His fingers grappled with the fabric of his uniform, working to pull down the zipper.  His hand continued it’s journey, delving into the depths of his briefs to free his cock. The release was instant, and a low moan escaped his lips as he wrapped his fist around his length. His eyes remained focused on Gavin, watching his face, his breath coming out in shallow gasps.

“I need more,” Mills rasped, his voice a raw whisper. Gavin obliged, shifting his focus onto Mills. He slid down the officer’s body. Mills bucked his hips upwards to give Gavin easier access. 
He admired the officer’s erect cock, swollen and shiny with pre-cum. He took hold of it, caressing it gently before taking it into his mouth. Mills let out a guttural cry, his whole body shuddering. His cock twitched deliciously, straining harder against Gavin’s tongue. The taste of Mills overwhelmed him, spurring him on to devour the officer even more fervently.

Gavin sucked greedily, enjoying the salty musk that emanated from Mills’ cock. It tasted dirty, forbidden, and so good. 

“Oh God, yes!” Mills groaned, thrusting his hips forward eagerly. “Take it all, … Fuck!”
Gavin released Mills’ cock, his saliva glistening on the tip. He looked up, locking eyes with him.
“You know where I want this, right?”
Mills swallowed, nodding hesitantly. “Yes. And you’ll get it…..later.”

Gavin smiled devilishly, releasing Mills’ cock from his grasp. He turned towards Thompson and leaned into his crotch, taking hold of his cock. His eyes locked with Gavin’s, challenging him. 
“What’s wrong?” Gavin taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Too scared to join the party?”
Thompson’s jaw clenched tighter, “Don’t push it, kid,” he warned, his voice hoarse.
“I’m not as easy as Mills.”
The air crackled with tension, as Gavin’s gaze locked with Thompson’s. 
“Is that a challenge?” Gavin challenged, his words dripping with arrogance. “Because I’m always willing to accept one.”
Thompson’s eyes flared, his lips curling into a smirk. “You sure about that?” 

Gavin arched an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. 
“I’m always up for a challenge,” Gavin retorted, his voice steady and unwavering.
“So, let’s see what you’ve got.” 

Gavin leaned in closer, wrapping his fingers around Thompson’s thick cock. It was longer and thicker than his junior’s. The shaft was covered by an abundance of veins, giving it a wild appearance that seemed to exude power and virility. The policeman’s body tensed involuntarily, his nostrils flaring. Gavin flashed a smug grin, taking control of Thompson’s cock firmly. The cop groaned softly, closing his eyes as Gavin began sucking on him gently.

His grip on Gavin’s hair tightened, the muscles on his forearm standing out. Gavin worked hard, swallowing as much of the cop’s cock as possible before pulling it out completely. He repeated this cycle, alternating between sucking and teasing the shaft. Each time that he did, a low moan would escape the cop’s lips.
“I thought you said you weren’t easy,” Gavin teased, pausing briefly to look up at the cop.
“Looks like you’re just as eager as your friend.”
Thompson growled, his grip tightening on Gavin’s hair. “Shut up and suck” he snapped, his voice strained. He bobbed his head faster, taking Thompson deeper into his throat. The cop’s groans became louder, his fingers digging into Gavin’s scalp. He took control, bucking his hips upwards, forcing his cock head deeper inside Gavin.

The older officer was a force to be reckoned with – his cock buried deep within Gavin’s mouth, stretching him wide. Gavin whimpered softly, grabbing onto the side of the backseat for support. His grip tightened, knuckles white as Thompson plunged deeper inside him.
“That feels so fucking good,” Thompson groaned, his thrusts becoming increasingly aggressive. “I knew you’d be good”
The sound echoed as Thompson continued pumping his thick shaft into Gavin’s mouth. The precum oozing from Thompson’s cock coated Gavin’s tongue, leaving a bitter-sweet taste behind. 
The smell of sweat and sex permeated the cramped space, fueling the growing tension between them.
Gavin glanced over at Mills, whose face was flushed with excitement. He had a firm grip on his own cock, moving it in a rhythm that matched Gavin’s pace. Watching Gavin work his magic on Thompson, Mills could only bite his lip and watch, wanting desperately to be a part of it. But Thompson wasn’t done yet — he wanted more.

With a firmer grip on Gavin’s hair, he thrust deeper into his talented mouth, making the younger man gag harshly. “You’re a natural born cocksucker, aren’t you?” he growled, his cock throbbing with satisfaction. “God, you’re good.” Gavin hummed affirmatively, between deep, sloppy sucks. The wet sounds made Thompson shiver as he pumped his cock faster, driving the younger man towards the edge. But just when he was about to explode, Thompson abruptly withdrew his cock.

The abruptness of his action left Gavin gasping – his mouth hung open, a mixture of shock and disappointment etched onto his face. The cop’s cock was glistening with spit, it’s head still red and pulsing with desire. He grabbed Gavin by the hair and roughly pulled him upright, his lustful gaze scanning the younger man’s form.
“Well, Gavin, I think it’s time to turn up the heat,” he growled, his finger sliding down Gavin’s chest. “Do you agree?”
Gavin swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously to the other officer in the backseat. Mills seemed to be watching intently, his cock still hard and swollen.
“I guess so,” Gavin replied weakly, his voice shaking.
He glanced nervously at Mills, who was biting his lip and watching intently. 
Thompson got out of the car and beckoned for Gavin to follow him. Mills got out the other side and walked around to join them. Gavin stared at Officer Thompson, the cop’s lustful gaze raking over his body, scrutinizing every inch of him. The older officer stood close enough for Gavin to feel Thompson’s warmth radiating off him. 

“Alright, kid,” Thompson murmured huskily, his voice like gravel against velvet. “On your knees.”
Gavin took a deep breath, swallowing hard. He squirmed uncomfortably, struggling to find a comfortable position on the ground. Sweat trickled down his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. 

“Now don’t be afraid,” Thompson purred, his voice smooth as silk. “We’re just going to have some fun.” Gavin nodded numbly, he could feel Mills’ expectant gaze boring into him, his gaze filled with anticipation. The older officer reached down, grasping the hem of Gavin’s shirt and tugging it upward. Gavin lifted his arms instinctively, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He could hear Mills’ intake of breath as the older officer’s fingers danced over his naked torso.

“Perfect,” Thompson murmured approvingly, his fingers continuing their exploration along Gavin’s stomach, his touch gentle yet commanding. The younger man’s skin was soft and smooth, and Thompson couldn’t wait to slide his hands further south.

“Not bad,” Thompson remarked, his eyes roving appreciatively over Gavin’s toned body.
“You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”
Gavin cleared his throat nervously, his eyes flicking toward Mills. “Yeah, I try to stay fit.”
Mills shifted uneasily, his heart hammering in his chest. This wasn’t right, he told himself. But the sight of Gavin before them stirred something primal within him. Mills closed his eyes, trying to regain control. He knew better than to give in to baser instincts. But the image of Gavin was too much. He needed release. He held out his cock and offered it to Gavin.
He accepted it willingly, leaning in and enveloping the large head with his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirled around the underside while his lips formed a perfect seal around the head. 

“I knew you were trouble,” Mills muttered quietly as he watched Gavin. “But damn!”
Gavin responded with a playful flick of his tongue against his engorged cockhead. The policeman’s hips jerked reflexively, his erection throbbing in Gavin’s mouth.
“Christ, you’re a pro,” he gasped, reaching down to run his fingers through Gavin’s hair. 
Gavin smirked around the cop’s cock, sucking hard enough to make Mills grit his teeth. 
Mills swallowed hard, meeting Gavin’s gaze directly. With an overwhelming surge of desire, he lost himself in the moment. He forcefully drove his hips into Gavin’s face, pushing into him with an intensity that seemed almost uncontrollable.

The force of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through Gavin’s body, his cock hardening against his jeans. He could feel Mills’ gaze burning into him, his eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before him. Mills ran his hands over Gavin’s back, admiring the lines of muscle that rippled beneath his fingertips. His grip tightened, urging Gavin to take deeper strokes.. The young man’s scent filled his senses, intoxicating him. Mills felt the raw power of his own desires, his hands gripping Gavin tightly.

“Let’s get these off, shall we?” commanded Thompson, his voice husky. Gavin complied without hesitation, releasing Mills’ cock, letting it bob upwards, it’s wetness shining in the dim light.
He rose slowly, using his hands against the car to support himself as he struggled to stand upright. As Thompson approached, he allowed himself to be guided by his firm touch. He undid Gavin’s belt and slipped his jeans down to his ankles. 

There he was, clad only in his tight boxers, revealing the outline of his impressively sized cock to both officers. Thompson let out an appreciative whistle as he took in the scene before him. His eyes were drawn to the Gavin’s form-fitting underwear. The material was snug against his body, hugging every curve and contour perfectly. Thompson found himself unable to resist touching the tantalizing fabric. His fingers danced across Gavin’s firm, round ass, sending tingles down his spine. His touch was light yet assertive, leaving no doubt about what he intended to do next. Then, his hand moved upward, gliding smoothly along the contours of Gavin’s toned body until it reached down to the prominent bulge between his legs. 
 

He ran his fingers along the length of Gavin’s cock, feeling every contour and curve through the fabric as he went. His touch was gentle yet firm, teasing and tantalizing him with each stroke.  The tension between them grew stronger, palpable in the air around them. With an abrupt motion that caught everyone off guard, he swiftly lowered Gavin’s boxers, pulling them down to below his knees.
Gavin stood before the officers, his eyes darting nervously between Thompson and Mills.
“You know, Gavin,” Thompson purred, his voice smooth, “you’re quite handsome. I bet you get lots of offers, don’t you?”
Gavin swallowed hard, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “Maybe a few,” he admitted sheepishly.
“But nothing compared to this.”
Thompson nodded sagely, patting Gavin on the ass. “It’s understandable, kid. You’re a handsome man.”
Gavin flushed a bright shade of crimson, stuttering nervously. “Uh, thanks”

Mills scoffed, “Will you two quit flirting?”
Thompson smirked, turning his attention back to Gavin. “Absolutely, my boy. Let’s dive right in, shall we?”  his voice dropping several octaves lower. He placed a firm hand on Gavin’s shoulder. The heat of his palm sent a jolt of electricity down Gavin’s spine, and he instinctively flinched. 
Gavin gulped, the perspiration pooling on his brow intensifying his trepidation. Thompson’s free hand found itself reaching down towards the younger man’s firm, toned ass. He squeezed it gently, savoring the firmness beneath his fingertips. “Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, his voice a hushed whisper. “It’s almost criminal.”

Gavin’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his breath quickening. He felt Mills’ gaze burning into him. Thompson’s fingers pressed firmly into the soft flesh, gradually pushing deeper as he navigated through the tight entrance. His touch was gentle yet insistent, as if seeking out something hidden within. 
“Oh, God,” Gavin exhaled, his body shaking with anticipation. “Please don’t stop.”
The officer grinned wolfishly, his fingers dancing along Gavin’s tender spot. “Why would I do that?” he teased, his voice dropping lower. “I’m having way too much fun.”

Mills watched, his heart racing in his chest. The sight of Gavin submitting to Thompson was mesmerizing. He couldn’t help but feel envious, but he knew that soon it would be his turn.
He watched Gavin writhe under Thompson’s touch, the younger man’s eyes shut as the older officer’s fingers pushed into his sensitive spot. 
“You’d better grab hold of the car” Gavin heard Thompson say, his voice laced with authority. 
Feeling both officers gaze burning into him, Gavin did as instructed, his hands gripping the sides of the cruiser. He could feel the cold metal beneath his palms.
“Lean forward” Thompson commanded, his tone authoritative.
Gavin obeyed, resting his weight on his hands, his feet planted firmly on the gravel. His turned his head and his eyes locked with Thompson’s, the older officer’s gaze burning intensely into him.
“Let me show you what I can do,” Thompson murmured, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
Gavin swallowed hard, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. 

Thompson chuckled darkly, his gaze never wavering from Gavin’s broad form. He carefully extracted his finger from the depths of Gavin’s ass and took a deep breath, gathering his strength as he prepared himself for what lay ahead.  He spat on his palm, and then again, and once enough had gathered, he worked the moisture skillfully across his cock head and down his thick shaft. 
His heart raced with excitement. He felt the warmth of Gavin’s body radiating through his uniform as he moved closer. He ran his wet fingers around Gavin’s ass, and once he judged it to be moist enough he pushed his cock head against Gavin’s ass and began to slowly penetrate him. 

Gavin gasped, his eyes widening at the intrusion. Thompson’s cock stretched and filled him as the officer pushed deeper inside,  moving forward with short stabbing movements, filling Gavin with an overwhelming sense of fullness.
“Oh, God,” Gavin breathed.
Thompson smirked darkly, his entire cock now buried inside him. “You’re not complaining, though, are you?” he asked gruffly.
“No, sir,” Gavin replied breathlessly.
“Good answer,” Thompson grunted, as his strokes began, slow and deep. 
“I’m really gonna fuck you hard.” 

Every motion sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body, and he arched his back in pleasure. The sensations were incredible, and he knew there was no turning back now.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” Thompson growled, his cock slamming deep into Gavin’s ass. 
Gavin whimpered softly, his head falling forward. His grip on the cruiser tightened, his knuckles whitening. Officer Thompson’s cock began relentlessly plowing into him, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He could feel Mills’ gaze burning into him, the younger officer’s breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

Thompson’s brow furrowed with a look of determination, his gaze never wavering from Gavin. 
The pressure built within Gavin, his entire body trembling with anticipation. Thompson growled, his cock slamming deep into his tight ass. 
“Fuck me harder.” begged Gavin.
Thompson grinned wickedly, his grip tightening on his waist. “Yeah” he growled, his cock slamming into Gavin with renewed vigor. Gavin cried out sharply, his body arching as Thompson drove into him. The officer’s cock filled him, stretching him wide with each deep thrust.
“Oh, God, yes!” Gavin moaned, his voice cracking with pleasure.

The sensation of Thompson’s hot, thick cock slamming into him was exquisite torture. The officer’s powerful thrusts battered his prostate mercilessly, threatening to send him spiraling over the edge. 
“Fuck me harder,” Gavin pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation. “I need it.”
Gavin’s voice was barely audible, but it carried the desperate plea of a man on the brink of ecstasy. He could feel the familiar throbbing in his loins, building with each relentless pump of Thompson’s massive cock. 
“Oh, yeah” Thompson growled, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Keep begging,” he whispered into Gavin’s ear, his warm breath stirring the younger man’s hair. “I love hearing you beg.”

Gavin’s heart raced, his pulse echoing in his ears. His own cock swung wildly in front of him, slapping against his belly. The feeling of Thompson’s cock inside him was intense.
Gavin managed a nod, his lips parting slightly to draw in a sharp breath. The officer’s cock stretched him wide, filling him to capacity.
“This is so fucking hot,” Mills groaned, one hand tight around his cock and the other balling into a fist.
“Welcome to the real world, rookie,” Thompson replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

In an instant, he swiftly retracted his hips, causing his cock to fully withdraw from Gavin’s ass. The sight of his cock emerging from the depths was striking; it was long, thick, and glistening with Gavin’s juices. With another swift motion, he thrust himself forward, driving his rigid shaft back into his body, slipping all the way to his balls in one silky punch.

Gavin’s heart pounding furiously in his chest. The officer’s cock pistoning in and out of him caused a flood of pleasure. The feeling of powerlessness was intoxicating—a strange combination of fear and arousal that he couldn’t resist. 

Suddenly, without warning, Thompson unleashed a thunderous cry, one that reverberated off the trees which surrounded them.  His thrusts became frantic as his powerful climax shook him to his core, causing his cock to erupt violently within Gavin with an explosion of hot, sticky cum. 
Gavin called out loudly, unable to contain the sheer ecstasy that surged through him with each pulsating jet that splattered against his insides. Their bodies trembled in unison, locked together in a passionate embrace. In that instant, they shared a connection unlike any other; they transcended the boundaries of physical pleasure to experience something far greater–pure bliss.

The aftermath brought a quiet calm, a serenity that washed away the chaos of their intense encounter.  Their panting breaths slowed. 
“That was incredible,” Gavin finally uttered, his voice barely audible.
“Yeah” Officer Thompson agreed, his breath catching in his throat. He ran a rough hand through his short, hair, feeling the remnants of his orgasm linger within him.
Across from him, Officer Mills remained silent, his eyes glued to them both.  His cock swelled insistently in his fist, yearning for release.

Mills knew he was next, and the anticipation of being inside Gavin was nearly unbearable.
“So, Mills,” Thompson mused, withdrawing from Gavin slowly and then wiping the remnants of his orgasm from his erect cock. “Your turn?”
Mills swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Gavin’s naked form. “Too right” he answered confidently, his voice betraying the nervousness that lingered beneath his façade.
Thompson chuckled darkly, his gaze lingering on the younger officer.
“Come here, Mills,” he beckoned, his voice dripping with dominance. 
“He’s all yours” Thompson ordered, his voice a hushed directive.

Mills paused, his hands trembling slightly.  He took his cock in his hand. 
It was smaller than Thompson’s, but still impressive — a rigid pillar of masculine power, standing tall and proud. Mills looked at Gavin, his eyes ablaze with lust, and said, “You ready for this, buddy?”
Gavin smiled shyly, “More than anything.”
Mills stepped closer, his cock brushing against Gavin’s thigh. Gavin gasped softly, his heart pounding in his chest. The sensation of another man’s hardness touching him was both thrilling and terrifying. Gavin took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. 
Mills’ cock brushed against his ass, teasing him with its presence. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of lust and desire.
“Relax,” Mills murmured intimately, his voice a velvety whisper. “Open up for me.”
Gavin nodded nervously, his breathing shallow. He shifted his weight, his muscles trembling slightly. He could feel Mills’ gaze on him, intense and unwavering. “Bend over,” Mills encouraged, his voice soft yet assertive.
Gavin hesitated, his muscles clenching with anticipation. The thought of being penetrated by another man was both exhilarating and terrifying. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to step forward. He bent over, his hands bracing against the cold metal of the cruiser.
He gently spread Gavin’s cheeks apart, exposing the pink, vulnerable flesh. 

Mills kissed Gavin passionately, his tongue probing deeply into his mouth. His hand explored Gavin’s chest, caressing and fondling with increasing urgency. Mills smiled, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
“Trust me, this will be even better,” he murmured conspiratorially, rubbing the tip of his cock against Gavin’s entrance. He could feel Mills’ cock pressing against him, the head of it nestled between his cheeks. Mills’ cock slid effortlessly into him, filling him with a familiar sensation of fullness. The younger officer’s thrusts started slow and deliberate, designed to tease and torment. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding ferociously in his chest. Mills’ cock plunged deeper and deeper inside him, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

“How does it feel?” Mills murmured seductively, his voice a silken whisper.
Gavin struggled to respond, his breaths coming out in short, labored gasps. “Incredible,” he managed to utter, his voice barely audible.
“I want to you to feel every inch.”

Gavin nodded, his breaths coming out in shallow gasps. Mills’ cock filled him, stretching him wide with each deep thrust. It was a strange sensation, yet somehow comforting. He could feel Mills’ erection pulsing against his insides, filling him with an overwhelming sense of fullness.
“Harder!” Gavin pleaded, his voice a desperate whisper.
Mills smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. He grabbed Gavin’s hips, pulling him closer and driving his cock deeper inside.

Clouds of white noise echoed in Gavin’s brain, drowning out everything else. All he could focus on was the sensation of Mills’ cock plunging deeper and deeper into him.
“Faster!” Gavin begged, his voice hoarse with desperation.
Mills grinned wickedly, his eyes glowing with anticipation. “Are you sure about that?” he teased, his voice a whisper.
Gavin nodded eagerly, his breaths coming out in shallow gasps. “Yeah.”

The younger officer’s grip on his waist tightened, his movements becoming faster and more intense. Gavin moaned, his body arching with pleasure. The sensation of Mills’ cock sliding in and out of him was heavenly, arousing him beyond belief. As Mills thrust into Gavin with an increased speed, his movements became more intense, matching the rising passion within him. With every powerful stroke, he felt himself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His palms reached around and caressed Gavin’s chest, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as they moved across his skin. His fingers rubbed Gavin’s nipples, the sensation eliciting involuntary gasps and moans.

Mills’ frantic pounding forced out globules of Thompson’s cum from Gavin’s ass and they fell intermittently onto the gravel below. The smell of sweat and semen mixed in the air, creating a potent aroma.
“Oh, fuck,” Mills groaned, his cock throbbing with anticipation. 
Gavin’s tight ass wrapped around it like a glove, squeezing and milking it with every thrust. The sensation was incredible, his cock swelling to dangerous proportions.
“Are you ready?” Mills rasped, his voice husky with lust. His body ached from the intense pleasure coursing through him, and he knew that he was nearing the start of an explosive orgasm.
“Just take it,” Mills urged, his voice a low, guttural growl. “Take it all.”

Gavin groaned, his ass clenching tighter around Mills’ thick cock. The sensation of being thoroughly used by the two officers was overwhelming, but he loved every moment of it. 

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Thompson taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. 
Mills groaned, his cock swelling even larger in response to the older officer’s challenge. He reached down, grasping Gavin’s hip tightly. 
“Do it, Mills,” Thompson implored, his voice hoarse. “Cum inside him.”

Mills swallowed hard. The younger officer’s expression was a mix of pain and pleasure, his face flushed with lust.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking with strain. The sensation of his cock being squeezed and milked by Gavin’s tight ass was overwhelming. His balls tightened, the sensation in his cock became impossibly stronger. Mills fought the urge to cum, wanting to prolong the exquisite agony. But it was impossible, and he began to spray wads of cum inside Gavin.

 “Can you feel it?” Mills croaked.
Gavin nodded, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. The sensation of Mills’ cock plunging cum deep inside him was mind blowing. 
“Yes,” Gavin moaned, his voice a desperate whisper. “I can feel it.”
Gavin’s voice sounded strained, his breathing heavy and rapid. He arched his back, pushing his ass back onto Mills’ cock to stimulate the most sensitive spot inside him. The younger officer gasped, his cock swelling impossibly larger. His cock pulsed rhythmically, shooting jets of cum into Gavin. The sensation was bliss, and Mills let out a satisfied groan.

He collapsed onto Gavin’s back, exhausted from the intense workout. His uniform shirt stuck to Gavin’s back with perspiration. The young officer panted heavily, his cock still buried deep inside Gavin’s ass. The two men lay motionless atop the cruiser, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves from the surrounding forest.

“Wow,” Mills whispered hoarsely, his breaths coming out in rapid gasps. “That was amazing.”
Thompson sighed contentedly. “We should probably wrap things up for tonight.”
“Agreed,” Mills mumbled, his voice breaking. He could feel the remnants of his orgasm lingering within him, his cock still semi-hard inside Gavin’s ass. He slowly removed his cock gingerly.

“I’ve got some clothes around here somewhere,” Gavin muttered, his voice strained. He stood up, wincing slightly as he adjusted his sore ass. As he dressed, Gavin’s gaze wandered towards Officer Thompson. The older officer seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixated on the distance. He appeared to be contemplating something profound. Gavin noticed that Officer Mills had also turned his attention towards Thompson. They exchanged knowing smiles.

“So, uh,” Gavin stammered uncomfortably, “What happens now?”
Thompson chuckled, his gaze returning to Gavin. “Well, I guess that wraps things up for tonight” He paused, exchanging a brief glance with Mills.
“Right?”
“Sure,” Mills agreed, shifting uneasily. 
Gavin nodded apprehensively. “I guess I’ll see you guys around, right?” His voice trailed off uncertainly, as his eyes darted between the two officers.
Thompson raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Maybe.”
Mills smiled awkwardly, his gaze flitting between Gavin and Thompson. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Thompson cleared his throat. “Well, we should get going. We’ve got work to do.”
“Right,” Mills agreed, his voice flat.
Gavin nodded numbly,  He stared after the departing officers, wondering whether he’d ever see them again. 

He climbed into his SUV, his body throbbing with sensations. The memory of the officers’ intimate touches and passionate kisses burned brightly in his mind. 

“How did he get himself into these situations?” he thought with a chuckle, as he pulled back onto the highway again. “And how could he make it happen again?!”

Just a short story i just wrote, definetly not my best work, but i havent posted in a while so here it is.

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I met this man online. He was 45 years old and just divorced. Turns out he got divorced because he liked men. We chatted for a long time before we finally decided to meet up. He came over and picked me up. We went to the store to get some alcohol, food, and condoms and went to the hotel room. He was a bit nervous about how much younger I was, I was 19th at the time, but I told him it was all right. We drank for an hour before he started to touch me. He got me undressed and threw me on the bed. I obediently spread my ass in anticipation. He smeared me with lubricant and took off his pants. He put a condom on his big cock and began to push it gently. It hurt a lot because besides being long he was also fat as hell. I asked him to slow down but he didn’t listen to me, he even started making rapid movements. My prostate was stimulated and suddenly I had a rocking orgasm without even touching my cock. The whole blanket under me was covered in cum. I felt like a whore, and he didn’t stop even for a moment. Then he told me to get up. I was still shaking from the orgasm. He grabbed my ass and lifted me. He leaned me against the wall and inserted his dick in me. I was stretched to the max but my anus could barely fit the huge his cock. He looked me directly in the eyes as if he was going to consume my soul. He started to kiss me with his tongue and licking my neck. He started to slow down a little and took me off the wall. He threw me back on the bed and took off the condom. He let me lick his anus. He had a lot of hair but he was tight. Finally, he put his dick in my mouth while he was beating my dick with his hand. He started moaning and finally came. I felt sick but he told me to swallow. I listened to him and I drank his cum. We both went to bed tired from sex and after 5-10 minutes of talking, we went to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and we started showering. During this time, he was messing with my ass with his finger. However, his cock got hard again. He put shampoo on my ass and this time without a condom he inserted it. He lifted my legs and I grabbed my neck he was strong and could carry me like that. We got out of the bathroom and he laid me on the ground. As I opened my mouth and moaned, he came in and said I was his little whore. I felt very dirty. He took his dick out and took his phone. He took a picture of my anus to show me how dilated it was and it was quite a lot. Then again, he put it in me and finished deep in my ass. I was exhausted and I laid down on the bed and fell asleep. I could feel the seed coming out of my anus. It was superb.

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“BRO! This is the worst day of my life, bro.”

My roommate just burst through the door, his eyes brimming with tears. He’s a linebacker on our college football team, so something must be seriously wrong for him to be about to cry. “Did the doctor find something bad?” He had left about an hour and a half ago for a quick fifteen minute checkup. 

“NO! That’s the worst part! He said my nads are swollen because I’m overproducing, I’m TOO manly! He said if I don’t start getting laid like three times a day I’ll have to start taking hormone treatments, but he said the side effects might shrink my beast!” 

Oh. TMI and just enough I at the same time. “That’s awful bro, I wish I could help. I love you bro, but I’m not a chick…” We brohug and he begins to sob on my shoulder.

“Sally  just dumped me for the quarterback, and now I’m gonna lose my massive meat just because she wanted to date a blonde guy.”

Think fast… “Hmm… actually, maybe I can help!” 

“What? But bro, you just said you’re a dude. How can you help?”

“Well, MY doctor just prescribed me protein suppositories for a digestive disorder. I have these massive horse pills I have to push up my hole. It’s no fun, trust me bro. But I was thinking, man gravy is just protein isn’t it? If I have to shove stuff up my butt either way, it’d feel a lot less weird and be way easier  if I could do it with a bro, and if you were dumping your load up there it’d solve both our problems!”

“Wait, really? I mean, that does sound like a good solution. If you’re ok with it, I mean, I dunno bro.”

“It’s up to you, I’m not begging you to shove your monster dong inside me. But it’d help me out and keep you off the dick-shrinking drugs. I’d feel like a shitty bro if I didn’t offer.”

“Well, I don’t want the beast to shrivel up. He’s proud of his girth! But wait, I don’t wanna hurt you, are you sure I’ll even fit?”

“No problem there! The pills my doctor wants me to take are probably just as big. They’re like freakishly massive. Don’t sweat it, if I can help you out and avoid buying those pills, I’m happy to help. Those things are like fifty bucks a pill.”

“BRO, no way. I’m not letting you waste your savings on pills when I got what you need right here!” He patted the hefty outline of two very large and rotund balls in his jeans. “I just hope I don’t give you too much, I cum like a half gallon now. I think ‘overproduction’ was an understatement!” 

“Believe me, I’d rather have too much than too little. I’d like to shred my doctor’s business card and never go back if I can avoid it. Say, it’s getting late, how’d you like to give it a go now? I’m supposed to take a pill before eating, and you could work up an appetite?”

“Oh. Uh, sure. I guess? I didn’t think we’d get to that so soo-“

I cut him off with my hand firmly gripping the head of his dick. The outline in his jeans make it clear he’s freeballing. “Nah, don’t worry. We can start slow! Just one today, maybe one or two tomorrow if you’re up for it.” I can see his eyes glazing as I run my fingers around one of the large orbs. “I don’t want you to get too pent up though, I wouldn’t be a very good bro if I didn’t help you out when you needed me most. Here, I’ll help you get in the mood.”

With that I popped the fly of his jeans and slid the zipper down. My fingers barely fit inside, and I heaved the beast out. The massive head was already leaking a steady river of pre. “Oh phew. I was worried about having to keep buckets of lube around but you fixed that too!” A deep moan leaves his lips as I rub his pulsing erection. Then he gasps as I lick the liquid from his slit. “Mmm! And it’s sweet as fuck! Bro you really have been holding out.” Damn, this is gonna be easier than I thought. “We won’t have to make out or anything weird to get you going, your dick is pouring like a hose!” I do my best to suck some liquid out the tip, his head is almost too fat to fit inside my mouth, and I know better than to let teeth come into the equation right now. 

He moans loudly and rubs his massive hands through my hair. I pull down his jeans and loose his hangers. Each nearly the size of a tennis ball, I immediately dive for them. They hang low and heavy. I can just barely fit one inside my mouth, and I lick and suck as best I can. Pre is pouring across my face and I am in heaven.

“Alright bro, you got a load in there, ya think? I’m ready, just slick me up with your tip and slide it in slow.” My pants could not have removed themselves faster if they were already off.

His blunt, spongy head rubbed back and forth across my hole, his shaft sliding up and down my crack. I look up and see his expression is completely out of it… 

I’m about to get railed.

It’s been 30 minutes since Master Paul relaxed on the balcony and I started licking his feet and sucking his toes. He just sat back, smoked, drank his classic Coke and played with his smartphone. My position was starting to get uncomfortable, with my chest on the ground and my ass in the air, but I knew better than to complain or even object. 

Then he just got up and walked into the bedroom. “Crawl behind me, faggot.” So I did.

“Now show me all the toys you brought that we agreed on. Put them in an orderly fashion on the floor next to the bed so I can get to them easily. 

Take each toy and put them in order in 3 categories: mouth pussy left, ass pussy right, the rest in between. Got it?”

“Yes Master!”

Smack smack, and he just slapped my face left and right. I saw stars. It took me a moment to come to. This was totally unexpected.

“Never forget your mantra! Whenever you answer, ask or whenever I snap my fingers, I want to hear your mantra. Now try again!”

“Yes Master, I understand. I’m a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

“Better! Now sort them.”

“Yes Master, I understand. I’m a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

I arranged the mouth and throat toys neatly side by side on the left as requested. I brought normal dildos in various sizes, all with suction cups. Also gags and a 1m long soft dildo for throat training. 

For the ass I brought xl dildos and plugs, knowing that I bought them when I was horny and there was no way to get them in at the moment. I also brought a 7-8cm tunnel plug, a large dilator and an estim plug.

I also brought ropes, masks, a humbler, cuffs and the collar and nipple clamps I was wearing. The cock lock was now Master Paul’s. I also brought lots of lube and grease, a candle and a paddle. 

I laid them all out neatly on the floor for Master Paul to see and easily reach. He walked along them and seemed undecided. He snapped his fingers and pointed in front of him. “Kneel, head back, mouth wide open, tongue out”.

I did as I was told and said “I am a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul”.

He smiled and began to finger my mouth and throat. He examined it and I gagged as he did.

“The most important thing you will learn this weekend is that this is not your mouth. It’s your upper pussy. And I am going to train it as such. My friends and I enjoy blowjobs and throatfucking the most. But most fags can’t last long enough.” 

He continued to finger my throat, going deeper and deeper as he spoke. 

“I’m going to teach you to be a real mouth pussy. And I expect you to become one of the best, one that makes me proud to use and see. Understand?”

I mumbled “Yes Master, I understand. I’m a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

“Good. You will learn how to get air while being fucked for longer periods of time, how to use your tongue while being fucked and most importantly how to open your throat to take a cock in full. Your throat can expand more than you think. So can your ass. The only thing holding you back is your mind. I will break it and mould you into the cock hungry fag you’re meant to be. That’s why you must not only learn your mantra but believe it. You ARE a cock hungry faggot and your purpose is to serve Alphas like ME”.

“Yes Master, I understand. I’m a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.

“Good. Follow me to the couch on all fours.”

He grabbed a large dildo, lube, cuffs and the paddle and went to the couch. He used the suction cup to place it on the floor in front of the couch. Then he sat on the couch with the dildo in front of him on the right.

“Stand between my legs in the position you’ve learnt. Ass up, shoulders down. Hands behind your back. And show me how you deep throat and suck that dildo like it’s the best thing in the world. Show me how hungry you are for cock. To get my cock you have to earn it.”

“Yes Master, I understand. I’m a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

And I got into position and started sucking. Master Paul tied me up and wrote something on my back, another mark on my body. 

Then he put his right foot on my head and pushed it down until the dildo was deep in my throat. And he didn’t let go. 

“Like this, all the way down. It’s called a DEEP throat fag.”

I tried to get my head up, but I couldn’t. I started to panic. But I couldn’t get away. Just before I thought I was going to faint, he let go. I stood up quickly and took a deep breath. And he slapped me again.

“Training starts now. Come here.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Mouth wide open. Tongue out. When you suck, your tongue should always be out. Here’s some help.

And with that he squeezed a lot of lubricant into my mouth. I had never had that before. It felt humiliating. Like I was really just a pussy. 

“What are you?”

“I am a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

“Then show me.”

With that he pushed my head back down on the dildo and put his foot on my head again and pushed it down. It slid more easily down my throat. 

“Use the space between your tongue and the dildo to breathe.”

I couldn’t. I panicked again. I almost fainted again. This was brutal. So much harder than I had expected.

He let go. And he slapped me again. “What are you?”

I didn’t really hear him, I was breathing hard. And another hard slap. 

“WHAT ARE YOU?”

“I am a cock-hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

“THEN SHOW ME, FAGGOT! We haven’t even started and you’re already morning and bitching”.

I cried and said, “I’m a cock-hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul. Can I please have some poppers?”

“Yes you can fag. And then show me something. Make me hot. You want the real thing, don’t you?”

I took a deep breath of the poppers and nodded.

“Come here. Look into my eyes. You MUST believe the words. It will help you. So say it again. Say it to me as you look into my eyes. Say it like you mean it. Start to believe it.

“I am a cock hungry faggot and my purpose is to serve Master Paul.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I AM A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE MASTER PAUL.”

“Better, but still not believable. Do you want my cock?”

“I’M A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE MASTER PAUL”

“I’M A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE MASTER PAUL”

“I’M A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT AND MY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE MASTER PAUL”

“Better. Take more poppers and then make deep throat love to that dildo.”

I inhaled deeply, went down, ass up, Master Paul’s foot on my head and this time I licked it, fucked myself with it, moaned, got into it. I took it deeper and harder.

“Good faggot, you’re learning”

And with that he started to spank me with the paddle. 

“Repeat the mantra in your head. You need this, you want this. Let go of your ego. Commit to being a good fag”

I did as he said. I let go. The feeling was intoxicating. The cuffed hands, the locked dick, the dildo in my throat, the foot on my head and now being spanked. I was really starting to enjoy it. 

“Good fag. You learn fast. I like it.”

And that was just the beginning.

In high school, whether I liked it or not, I had to play baseball, football and hockey. My name was on a list and I reluctantly joined the team. I would have preferred to do exercises in the gym to keep my body trimmed. We were three or four classmates who stayed after school to do weights. Mark, Edward, Maurice and I thought that pumping iron would enhance our bicep, abdominal, chest and thigh muscles. I also hoped that it would keep my butt firm.

After high school, my gym friends and I took different directions. But since we stilled lived in Toronto, we agreed to meet at a fitness club two or three times a week. By the age of 20, we had become hot bodybuilders, I say “hot” because I’m gay and I enjoy worshiping a man’s muscles. I’m still in the closet and I think my gym mates are all straight. Mark, Edward and Maurice never made a homophobic remark, mind you, and they let me feel their biceps, probably knowing that I would compliment them on their sculpted musculation.

Our fitness club serves both men and women, with separate locker rooms and showers. One guy wears a jockstrap, and makes heterosexual comments about his huge bulge. “My girlfriend likes it thick, hard and deep!” I would love to suck him off, but I do not dare make any hint. Feeling each other’s muscles is tolerated in the fitness club as long as it doesn’t have any sexual overtone.

Since I want to worship my bodybuilder friends more freely, I decide to create a private meeting place where we can display our assets openly and… nakedly. My friends don’t mind to get in the nude, and like it when I give them an oil massage. It’s incredible how muscles on an oily body stand out, and can be so erotic. I’ve massaged Mark, Edward and Maurice many times, including their ass, balls and dick. They never moaned, never got hard, even when they could feel my rod pressing against their body. I guess my worshiping brothers are kind of heteroflexible.

When one of my friends gives me a massage, I obviously get aroused. He just laughs and continues worshiping my pecs or biceps. I refrain from moaning, from masturbating, of course. I suggest that we all wear a jockstrap, flex our muscles, and admire ourselves in the mirror covering an entire wall. I then circle around to admire each ass, slapping it nonchalantly. Mark’s butt attracts me like a magnet. His behind is so firm and so gorgeous with its huge dimples. I can’t resist squeezing his caboose. I even bend down to caress the peachy offering and… to kiss it subtly but firmly. The reaction is completely unexpected. I see Mark’s jockstrap stretching out, deliciously bulging. He quickly brushes off what just happened by saying that he has to leave for a late dinner at his girlfriend’s place.

At our next meeting, we wear singlets, do some weights, and decide to wrestle. I adore feeling a man’s hand on any part of my body, below the waist in particular. Edward nails me down, sits on my crotch and presses my arms firmly on the floor to show that he has won. I congratulate him by kissing his right firm bicep… and immediately notice how his singlet starts to bulge. I turn my face to kiss the left arm… The result is immediate: his rod doubles in size. Holy fuck! It looks like my kissing has a magic power. Edward just smiles and helps me get up, hugging me tenderly. I’m sure he also noticed my hard-on.

Maurice invites us to a restaurant known for its energy drinks and low-fat meals. During our dinner, he mentions that we should register our measurements and weight every Saturday and see how we progress. “I will bring a tape and a note book. I can’t wait to measure your biceps, pecs, waist and thighs, even your ass. It’s my way of worshiping muscles.” The last word – ass – excites me. Feeling Edward’s hand on my butt will no doubt give me a hard-on. Should I ask him to measure my erect dick…?

The bathroom at our meeting place has a shower, but my friends know that I love to smell their sweaty armpits. Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, Versace, and Ralph Lauren should create a cologne imitating that virile aroma that I find so intoxicating. After having indulged in sniffing six armpits, we take a shower and line up to be weighed and measured. Edward registers the results in pounds and inches, then asks me to measure his muscles. We have similar biceps, but his pecs seem more voluminous. A full inch more than mine. This deserves a kiss. When I start pressing my lips on one of his nipples, Edward whispers: “Kiss both, you excite me so much. I also want you to kiss to me on the lips.”

His wish is my command. I will do whatever he wants. As soon as I start to devour his mouth, he presses me against him by gripping my ass, and I feel his hard cock rubbing mine just as stiff. Mark and Maurice applaud, then approach to enjoy the same “fringe benefit”. French kissing has certainly never been so intense. Maurice doesn’t hesitate to say “You kiss ten times better that my wife!” I now have a confirmation: if I want Mark, Edward or Maurice – in a duo, trio or quartet –, I just have to use my kissing power.

I spend my entire Sunday imagining my next move. I want to get sucked and fucked by a bodybuilder. And I don’t want him to be an ordinary gym stud; he has to my best friend muscle worshiper. Mark is my first choice because his cock is thick, long and cut. I have nothing against uncut meat, its just a personal taste. At our Monday evening get together, Mark is the last one to arrive. Maurice, Edward and I have already done weights and push-ups. When I see Mark getting undressed and trying to put on a jockstrap, I immediately offer “to give him a hand” since his penis doesn’t seem to fit in perfectly. I pull it out and instead of inserting it back properly in the pouch, I not only kiss, but lick and suck his cock quickly getting hard.

Mark sees that my pooper is already lubricated. He first bites my ass cheeks, then slaps his dick on my crack, ready to pound me in the most virile way. I don’t have to guide him on his excursion into homosexual territory; he seems very comfortable. We end up in a position that enables me to kiss on the lips while he shoves his weapon into by begging hole. My moans of pain quickly become cries of pleasure. He ends up shooting his junk in my trunk exactly at the same time as I explode my own load of jizz on my chest. Edward and Maurice join in to lick me clean.

The things my step dad did to me when I was just nineteen were incredible. I remember that first time, my mum was going up north to visit her sister and hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes when my step dad came into my bedroom and fed his balls into my mouth.

“Suck them fucking balls Billy while I wank” he said.

I was on my bed in just my pyjama bottoms and he roughly swung me around so that my head was over the edge of the bed and dropped his balls into my mouth.

He was a thick set 60 year old ex wrestler so I stood no chance in fighting him off.

“Don’t tell your mum or I’ll tell all your mates you’re gay, now get sucking”.

His balls were hairy and salty but I had not option but to do as he said.

After stretching my mouth to accommodate his nuts he told me to suck on his cock. That was a fucking big monster and made me choke a he tried to feed it into my throat.

“You fucking little pansy” he said “Suck the cum out my dick you prick m get sucking”.

Again I had no choice but to suck his stiff cock, a task I did not mind as I was just coming to terms with being gay and had only recently sucked my first dick. What I hadn’t done was swallow spunk though I was about to find out what it was like.

The rush of his cum took me by surprise the taste not unpleasant which was good as there was plenty of it gushing from his cock.

“Swallow my fucking load” he said “Don’t spill a fucking drop it’s precious man batter so get swallowing”.

He held my mouth shut and stroked my throat to make sure his sperm slid down my gullet into my belly.

“God lad. You’ll do nicely whilst your mom’s away” he said pulling his cock out my mouth..

“What do you mean?” I asked, my mouth awash with cum.

“I’m in your bed with you tonight lad and I’m going to fuck that tight gay arsehole of yours and give you another creamy load”.

He got up and left the room. My prick was raging stiff and the thought of being fucked by him later got my arsehole twitching and my balls filling up with cum. I’d never been fucked so my first action was to get my hole nice and lubricated. I began to finger myself with Vaseline to open me up. One finger then two then three, working in and out of my arse and tugging on my cock at the same time.

I’d got four fingers frigging my arse by the time I shot my own load, an orgasm that had my spunk flying out of my cock and hitting me in the face.

I had my tongue out and managed to taste my own cum as it landed o my lips. It was sweeter than my step dad’s but there wasn’t quite so much. I only knew that I was looking forward to spending a night in bed with him even if he was a fucking bully.

Heard my step dad coming up the stairs about eleven at night. I was naked in my bed waiting for him, my arsehole lubed to the hilt with Vaseline.

Ron, my step dad walked into my bedroom five minutes later and he was stark naked and sporting a huge erection. The man was a hairy fucker and still had a good six pack and pecs but it was his cock that was his outstanding item.

He threw back my bedcovers to expose my naked body and pulled me over onto my belly. I felt the hot knob of his un cut cock and my arsehole twitched. I knew it was going to hurt at first but I really wanted it.

“You ready for this you dirty little cunt?” he asked and I replied with a pathetic yes.

“C’mon open your tight little hole up and let me in you cunt” he said pushing his hot knob against my ring.

I tried to relax some and his knob slid in but it hurt.

“Open up I’m gonna fuck you so you better open the fuck up” he said pushing again.

I felt inches of cock slide up me and I gasped.

“That’s it tight little gay lad open up that fuck hole for daddy like a nice little cum slut. That’s it! In it goes, right in nice and tight. Oooh! Lovely a tight”.

I was moaning loudly, my teeth clenched my hands white knuckled as he fed his cock into my arse.

“Ball deep lad, right up to my balls, feel that daddy cock going all the way in, all the fucking way in”.

He ignored my moans f course and began to fuck my hole like I’d had loads of cock up there before.

The fucking thing hurt like mad, stretching and opening up my arse but I had not choice but to take it.

I wondered what my mum would say could she see my step dad shagging me so hard. What she’d have said when he spurted his cum into my mouth.

“Awww! Lad, you are daddy’s hot gay cum dump, you are getting me so close, so close to filling your hot gay arsehole with all my juicy man batter”.

His fucking was getting faster and deeper and was slamming against my prostate. I found my hole opening up to his cock and I was beginning to like the feel of the fuck and started to wriggle my bum against his thrusts..

“So you little cunt, you want daddy’s big cock now don’t you?” he said. gripping my shoulders tight and thrusting his cock forcefully.

“Oh! daddy yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder and harder make me squeal daddy and fill me with cum”.

I loved the feel of his hot body on top of me and the swing of his balls against me as he continued to thrust his randy cock into my now willing arsehole.

“Cum daddy!” I said “Give your little gay cum slut your fucking juicy load. Cum! Fucking cum!”

With a loud groan and a thrust of his cock that nearly bruised my ribs he began to pump his spunk deep inside my writhing hot arse.

“Yes! Daddy. Cream off inside me, Oh! Yes, whip that fucking cream”.

“You randy little cunt” he said “You like your daddy’s hot dick don’t you?”.

“Yes!” I said emphatically. ” I want it in my mouth and up my tight arsehole spunking down my throat and up my fucking slutty arse”.

I wanted to show him that I wasn’t a wimp and that whatever he did would not phase me at all. I did think I went over the top however especially when he said he was going to fist me!

That was truly something I’d never tried or wanted so when my step dad got a tub of special fisting cream I knew I was in for a unique if not painful experience.

“Relax those fucking arse muscles and I’ll start with two fingers”. he said.

He worked his fingers up my cum loaded hole and twisted them this way and that. I writhed against them and moaned when three and then four fingers worked inside me.

“Keep it relaxed, nice and relaxed” he said wiggling his thumb against my finger fucked hole.

I was really feeling the stretch of my arse and the fear he would split me open.

“Just a bit more, just a bit more” he said and I felt his thumb follow his fingers into my arse.

He got the lubing cream and worked a load all over his hand up to the wrist.

“You can take it gay lad, just relax some more that’s all” he said and he began to push his hand against my arsehole. I was sweating now, my bum hole feeling like it was going to explode and yet the pressure on my prostate was fucking awesome and I loved it.

A further ten minutes of pushing and of me groaning and I finally go his whole hand inside me up to his wrist. My cock was running with pre cum now , my legs stretched wide and step dad’s cock now ragingly stiff slipping into my mouth.

“Now suck me off as I fist you lad, Show daddy how much you want his cum”.

I started sucking and he pulled his hand out and clenched it into a fist. He lathered his fist with yet more special lube and pushed his knuckles against my arsehole as  gobbled on his knob. His patience was rewarded when at last his fist disappeared up my arse. His knuckles rubbed my prostate and I began to cream off. It was a terrific orgasm with my arse muscles gripping his fist and my mouth going crazy for his cock.

His spunk was soon swimming around my mouth and I greedily swallowed it like a randy cum whore who hadn’t swallowed cum in years.

He was still fisting me though both of us were fucked and could not cum any more.

Eventually he pulled his slimy fist from my arse and my hole shut tight.

It had been a hell of an experience and one I knew I would repeat sometime.

As for my step dad he had other ideas for me and told me that from now on I was to be his cum dump  whenever he wanted and that he would fill my arse and mouth with his cum whenever he felt like it.

“You understand?” he said gruffly “I’d hate to have to tell your mum that I caught you wanking off whilst watching me in the shower. Do you understand?”

I feigned such innocence and almost bleated a yes but I was more than happy to be his cum dump, no strings attached. Although talking of strings that’s another story!

THE BUILDER.

Three whole encounters, and you’d have thought that the last one would stick, but no. I finally left Baker Boy, and in tears, if I might add. He wouldn’t let me go the day I told him that I was leaving for another city.

Once again, my mother’s line of work required movement, and the baker boy felt the worst of it.

When we had time alone, he wouldn’t let me go, as he used every opportunity to plunge his wood deep into me, with every thrust was thrown like it was his last. Pinning me on those mossy bathroom walls, I felt him dig deeper with heavy panting, begging for more. Baker boy’s hard pumping echoed through the silent rooms as his skin kissed my own butt cheeks. The kind of sex that clapped goodbye, he was on me so hard that he left a mark on my sigmoid.

Off we went to the next place. I was tired of leaving my Mr. Right (kind of) behind, and I was done finding encounters by now (or so I thought).

The new place was a series of well-organized estates, and we had scored a nice house among the many that looked alike. We had been given the seventh lane, and the view was picturesque.

A group of well-trimmed bushes lined along the walkway to the eucalyptus woods sparsely spaced with little winding paths at the edge of the community spelled out welcome, but my heart was not into it at all.

I was still reminiscing on the fact that I’d left sweet baker boy, and I’d never find someone as flirtatious with a rugged dental smile.

A huge sigh left me when we were having dinner ten days after the move. My mother and sister had noticed the change in my mood ever since leaving the previous place but hadn’t said anything up until now.

I was afraid that they were onto me and the baker boy. It was a lot of pressure, balancing it out with the heartache from our separation (me and the baker boy).

This had hit home worse than the neighbor because, whereas the neighbor was strict and professional, the baker boy was fun and more fun.

I was going to suggest that we’d be secret boyfriends, and that’s when the bomb was dropped on us.

“I have something to tell you,” my mom called out suddenly while looking at me, and that really caught my attention.

“ Yes?” I was surprised, which made me sweat a bit, but I tried to look as innocent as possible. I don’t know why I was on edge ever since I’d left Baker Boy. Maybe my consciousness was finally catching up to me because of the times I’d had to lie to my mother and sister so that I’d go and hook up with a baker boy in the name of working. I just couldn’t ease that feeling of loss. The sad is thing, my heart was looking forward to the loss that was to find instead of the one that was eating away at it. It was all too much, but I forced myself to act as normal as I could.

“I’ve noticed how much you love to work.” That was surprising and a relief, but I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“So I’ve gotten you a job.” Apparently she’d finished and waited for my response, so I gave her the biggest smile, I could afford and hoped she’d buy it. The truth is, it was a smile of ease from the building tension that was my guilt.

“That’s wonderful.” I sang out; apparently they’d mistook my moodiness for longing. They thought I was longing for my old job and that getting me a new one might cheer me on.

That would be the case, and that was how I found myself wearing a hard hat while standing besides my paternal uncle, who was the head foreman.

He was to lead the renovation of a certain primary school, and I was to be his deputy. This was not my cup of tea, but anything to hide my guilt was welcome, so there I was, standing among a group of various-aged guys.

It was a briefing, and after a while, they were dismissed, and I was glad it was finally over. It was a clatter of different machines and tools; pick axes, shovels,spades and the deadening drills. And the most dangerous thing was that I was not ready to be among men, and on top of that, men built tanks. Muscle men were my kryptonite, but it seems like even though I looked at them, my mind just raced back to baker boy.

I took a turn while inspecting the work being done, trying to see if there was something that was needed. My thoughts were still on baker boy. I was counting down the hours till I’d go and send him a message via WhatsApp. He was rarely online, but he took time to read my messages while he replied with the sweetest words.

It made me feel like we were partially together.

I was so immersed in my thought process that I didn’t notice who was in front of me until at least a handful of cold mortar was on my shirt and face.

I gasped at the sight, and I tried to take a step back, which made me slip, and I fell down with my back on the cold cement floor with a loud thud.

Good thing no one else was around; it was me and whoever threw this mixture at me.

“That’s what you get for not looking where you are going,” some rude voice spat with a jeer that made my blood boil enough to melt the already-drying mess along with the hard hat.

“Excuse me?” Was all my shocked mouth could master as I stood up to meet the smug bastard who thought this was a call for snide remarks. True, I was lost in my thoughts, but that didn’t call for such arrogant talk.

“You’re excused.” Again with the hurtful speech, and when my eyes fell on him, my retorts died as quickly as my fuming state.

The most handsome thing I’d ever seen was right before me.

‘ NO’ a huge thought stopped me as I thought of baker boy. I didn’t want to betray what we had (sort of), and my heart was still freshly hurt, so I did what every cornered mouse could do: squeak and run.

“Forget it.” I squeaked and quickly turned on my heel, doing a bit of sprinting until I disappeared around the corner.

My heart was racing so hard that by the time I reached my uncle’s tent or makeshift office, I was sweaty.

He asked me( my uncle) if I was okay, and I told him that I just had a little accident and I was fine.

Just like that, the day went by without ever seeing that gorgeous bastard, much to both my relief and yearning.

By the time I reached home, I was so emotionally and physically tired that I didn’t bother with dinner.

I slept as soon as my head caressed the soft pillow, drifting off to yonder. I did have a dream that the gorgeous bastard was looking at me with his smug, handsome face and brown eyes, and everywhere I tried to hide, I found his face looking at me. It was both creepy and thought-provoking, like someone was trying to show me this bastard on purpose.

I tried as hard as I could to conjure a baker’s boy’s picture, but nothing came up, and it was the bastard’s very annoyingly handsome face everywhere. Then the most bizarre thing happened: the bastard winked at me and, with each shut eye, came with a beep. It happened two times before I opened my eyes on the third wink-beep.

I woke up to my phone’s beeping, and I took hold of it. It was a message from a baker boy.

Apparently, his phone would require some technical help, so he wouldn’t be in touch for a while.

My heart broke at that message, and my mood turned even worse. Of course, I acted like a saint when I was with my mother and sister, but I was a savage when it came to the handsome bastard.

We could argue on occasion that it became a routine until at one point it went too far that I almost blasted his head with a brick because he was really annoying me with his smart mouth.

It happened when he provoked me after I hadn’t heard from Baker Boy for weeks. I took out my anger and frustration on him; it was not one of my proudest moments, but he had it coming.

My uncle had to separate us because he knew that between the two of us, the bastard would win.

Let’s face it, he was six feet tall with a beefy build. His charcoal-dark-skinned arms were hefty through the brawny years he’d spent on construction sites, and don’t forget that he came in second at the local weightlifting championship, but I was ready to see him bleed through that white vest and tattered jeans he’d decided to wear.

“Calm down, boy,” my uncle’s gruff voice broke the red that had cloaked my sight, and I immediately regretted it. One of my bricks had grazed the bastard’s eyebrow, and he was bleeding (score?). I don’t think so.

My uncle was holding me by my waist when he dragged me to this tent.

“You didn’t have to be violent,” he barked as he called us both to his tent. I was in for it. What was my mother going to think of me? This was not me. I have never been violent in my life. I always walked away even among the most painful words. She was probably going to stop me from working, not that it would affect me, but being home reminded me too much of a baker boy, and being at work wasn’t great either. I just looked down while also praying that the huge and tall guy on my left wouldn’t pound me to a pulp at any time.

“And you, why do you keep on taunting him?” Turning to the bastard, my uncle pointed at me while he scolded him. I felt a bit justified that someone saw this as both parties fault for once.

“Now apologize to each other, and we can call it a night,” saying this made my heart deflate happily. That is, if I confirmed my uncle was not going to tell my mother.

“I’m sorry for assaulting you.” I looked him in the eye while I apologized. I wanted to show my uncle that I was ready to move on and that my mother needed to be involved.

The bastard must’ve read me like an open book because, for someone who was good at throwing annoying remarks at me, he raised his good eyebrow and looked at me.

Ahem!

My uncle cleared his throat, which broke the spell, and he muttered a quick apology.

The bastard then excused himself afterwards, leaving me and my uncle alone. This was it; I needed to convince him not to tell his mother.

“I know! I won’t tell her.” Before I could even utter a vowel, my uncle raised his hand to stop me.

“I know my sister; she will force you to quit and looks like you don’t want to,” he continued while he neatly laced his fingers together on his desk.

He made me promise him to never do it again, and if the bastard taunts me again, I should report him instead of being physical about it.

Another month passed quietly, I might add. It was so quiet, I was worried. The handsome bastard never gave me any more snide remarks; my uncle kept his word, and so did I. The only downside of this quietness was that the baker boy was still unavailable. I tried calling his phone, but it was off.

I wanted to scream, if not for the midnight hours.

Tomorrow was a work-free day being a Sunday, and I missed baker boy even more.

Things got even more complicated because, ever since the day I’d fought with the bastard, something changed within me seeing him bleed. He looked innocent and chivalrous for some reason, since he didn’t fight back. He looked at me with sadness and pity. Like someone who knew what I was going through.

But how could he? I don’t even know if he was gay or anything. I was alone in this, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I sighed loudly; I couldn’t think of the bastard. I was still hang up on the baker boy. I felt like a cheater even just thinking of the bastard’s full pink lips that cried out in a silky baritone whenever he was talking or his perfectly trimmed goatee that he always maintained despite the sandy situation at work. I was almost blinded by his perfectly white teeth when he smiled for the first time at something one of the other guys said. His eyes would light up when he was happy, and my insides twisted into a knot of desire while his dominant hand perused through his close shaven head. I wanted the bastard to smile at me or something. I was really confused about why I wanted his attention on me.

He was the enemy, not the friend, I think.

Thoughts like this made me feel guilty, and that’s when I decided to check my Instagram. It had been ages since I’d looked it up. Maybe I’d get to see what baker boy was on since he left some pictures before his phone had issues.

I was not ready for what I’d find next when I saw that he had posted a picture an hour ago.

It was a picture of him and some twink with no arse, I might add( still proud of my huge behind). At first, you’d think they were friends, but I knew him very well enough to know that by having his arm around this guy’s shoulder and his thumb folded within his four other fingers of his right hand—a sign we did to show that we were gay but in the closet—something I’d come up with earlier, my heart felt a very sharp pain. Like an obelisk had found its way through my flesh.

All the air felt sucked out of my lungs, but I quickly calmed myself down and didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Maybe he was another gay man in the closet that the baker boy had decided to support.

I decided to send Baker Boy a message to confirm, but in a subtle way. After ending the message, it immediately had two ticks, which meant he was on. All I had to do was wait. I didn’t want to be some jealous, possessive person, so I acted mature.

I waited impatiently looking at the phone every few seconds while I tried calling his number again, which was still switched off. I couldn’t fall asleep, and even if I tried doing something else, I just couldn’t.

‘Ding’ an alert for a notification rang as an Instagram message appeared on my phone which was in my waiting hand. I quickly opened the message, and I was in for the shock of my life. To summarize it all, the baker boy was telling me to move on as he did. We wouldn’t see each other again, so it was best if we all had new experiences.

The rest was rubbish, and I couldn’t bring myself to read any more, so I threw my phone on the other side of my bed as my vision was blurred by the downpour of tears.

I had to cry silent tears because I didn’t want to cause any uproar this night, so the rest of the night was spent wallowing in misery until sleep grabbed me by the head. Thinking about it all was worthless at this point because feel down, I expected something like this but I was always in denial.

Someone pounding on my door woke me up from my escape place, and my head felt like it had carried thousands of those mortar-filled pails.

‘Time for church,” my sister called out, and I couldn’t bring myself to go, so I told her that I was having a headache.

She immediately called for my mother, who I prayed wouldn’t notice my puffy eyes. It took me a while to convince her to let me stay, but she agreed.

An hour later, I was alone in bed, still thinking of yesterday’s saga. I kept myself free of other guys because I thought I had found someone better. There was an instance within this last month where I was about to kiss the bastard.

I was sent to go check up on him; our relationship had gone from hostile to five percent hostile. The remarks were no more than a word or two, but I was used to them. I no longer wanted to kill him ever since I saw him bleed, and I’d gone as far as to ask how he was doing.

I found him trying to cement a wall, and I was told to ask him if he needed anything. I found him half naked with his overalls tied around his waist; his sweaty and massive chest was out, and his eight packs screamed ‘touch me’ so vibrantly that I was this close to accepting. I’d also brought the usual attendance list for him to sign.

“Sign here.” Looking away or trying to look away while I handed him the clipboard with the sheet, I felt his hands brush against mine, no I felt his hands on mine. He had larger hands than mine, and on contact, I felt a certain kind of static permeate through me, but I didn’t even flinch as my eyes turned to meet his. He kept his hand on mine underneath the clipboard as he inched closer without breaking contact, and with every inch he covered, so was my heart’s drumming. We were in line with each other.

I couldn’t bring myself to move however much I willed my stubborn legs. They were glued firmly on the cold wet floor.

In a moment, I felt his body warm as he was closer to me, his warmth seeping through my flannel. Towering over me, he had to bend down a bit, enough for me to feel his lips were closer to my nose, and I closed my eyes. 

The hard hat on my head was in the way so he went along to remove it, all this happened while I just watched. I was a spectator in my own body while feeling a kind of emotion still foreign. 

I felt his warm breath tickle my nose while brushing that same skin. I was fully entranced with closed eyes, and I felt my feet slowly rise up to meet his welcoming mouth with mine.

( Now it decides to move, my very weird body)

 

A few inches away that just a single peck as our lips touched and began to dig deeper into the buss, someone dropped something that clanged unto the smooth floors which caused me to jump a few steps back. My senses came back, and I felt guilty for betraying my love for the baker boy. I immediately urged him to sign while I kept my distance.

I was wondering why this was happening when he handed me the hardhat and clipboard after signing, and I zoomed out of there before I’d do anything I’d regret.

 

Regret? A word that fits me very well now that I’ve thought about the chances I’ve had to move on. What hurts most is that a part of me kept stating the obvious, but I was still clinging on some fairy tale of my knight in shining amour. My so-called knight in shining amour was off with some bonehead, and I was left with an empty bosom.

What was the point of crying? Baker Boy wasn’t the first guy to leave, but he was most certainly the last. The handsome bastard was not going to have a part of me at any time because I was done with heartaches.

For the first time since moving, my mind seemed a lot clearer just as my heart felt emptied and had its doors closed.

I got out of bed, cleaned myself up, and decided to start fresh. I needed a fresh start now that that chapter was officially closed. I was going to focus on myself and my career.

I cooked dinner as a surprise for my mother and sister, who, by the way, were surprised at my sudden change, and we had dinner in peace( so I thought).

“That was your uncle; he needs your help.” My mother’s urgent voice worried me when she hung up the phone. Apparently, the phone call was from my uncle.

“He says he needs you to close up today.” She meant the school; my uncle had gone to the hospital since his wife was pregnant. They were expecting their third child, and I was all but happy for him, except no one told me that I was going to find the bastard there.

“Oh, it’s you,” with a hint of sarcasm, trying to hide my racing heart at the sight of him standing there in his tight black jeans and a loosely fitting shirt that had his upper chest peeping. I’d say he’d done it on purpose but I couldn’t prove my point.

He just raised his eyebrow and folded his bulging arms across his huge chest. I quickly looked away, trying to swat away any desires that had come to mind.

I guess my uncle had sent a familiar face since after the brick incident, I was labelled crazy abd most guys( yes the muscle guys) avoided me like a plague and only the bastard would dare to approach me whenever he wanted something or they wanted something through him.

After the almost-kissed him incident, I tried as much to avoid him until today.

I opened the gate, and he entered. Then I closed the gate behind us. I felt his gaze trying to bore into me, but I ignored him. I needed to arrange tomorrow’s attendance sheet, organize whatever files he’d been working on, and go back home as soon as possible.

I reached the tent while panting. I tried matching the bastard’s pace, but his long legs were too much for me. He opened the flap on the tent like a true gentleman for me to enter. My uncle’s desk was surprisingly neat, except for a few papers. I picked out the new attendance sheet and clipped it on the board while I neatly folded the papers and placed them in the desk drawers. Everything else seemed to be in order until something caught my attention.

Evidently, my uncle was using half of his paycheck to help pay for most guys here, which was unfair because the owner of the school was giving him less pay for a big job. This was why he was so secretive about me doing any paperwork.

“Look at this,” I gasped while trying to show the bastard (yes, we are calling him that until further notice) on the desk. I was hunched back under the glowing bulb that lit up almost the entire tent, which was a big mistake.

He was behind me in a matter of seconds, and his body was enveloping mine. I felt him lean forward over my shoulder with his head on my neck, and I didn’t trust myself to make any sudden movements.

“W-W-what are you doing?” With a shaky voice, I tried to ask, but he just grunted. I was not ready for this, but my body was yearning for it.

No, I was not ready, so I immediately turned around and tried to push him away. Bad idea; he was a stamp. Immovable, I tried pushing him, but he wouldn’t budge.

He was staring at me like some amusement, and then he smiled, which I’ve always wanted but not like this.

“Please move.” I took a polite approach, but all I got in return was him leaning over and whispering his hot, silky, tickling breath in my air. This was bad; my very own cock was awake now that it was quickly rising up, and the bastard could feel it anytime soon. I didn’t want to look weak and nedy infring of him.

“Make me,” and I pleaded. I wanted this so bad, but I couldn’t have it. I was still in such grief that I started sobbing with him there. Tears spilled down my eyes once more.

Don’t get me wrong, I did cry because of Baker Boy, but because I wanted the bastard for so long, but I was afraid he’d also leave at some point. I could go through this again.

He jumped back like someone scortched by fire as I shook with raw emotions. Tear after tear fought its way down my face, and I expected him to just stand there. I was surprised when I felt someone embrace me while he made shushing sounds. He had decided to embrace me when I expected him to bail. That made me cry even more as I put my hands around his back, grabbed his shirt, and my feelings of hurt, regret, and insecurity came out.

“That’s it, let it out,” he carefully whsipered as his hand dabbed my back.

Who was I kidding? I couldn’t just pretend that everything was over. I was hurt by the baker boy, and I needed to grieve. I need to feel this pain I was running from, the betray was there and I had to leave the denial.

Finally, after calming down, he left me, made me sit down on the chair behind us, and crouched down, Infront of me. I rubbed my eyes for the last remnants of those awful feelings. He grabbed both my legs while looking at me. I couldn’t meet his eyes because he’d seen me in this vulnerable state.

“It’s okay to cry,” which made me look him in the eye once more, and I saw sadness. Not his own, but sadness in his eyes on my behalf. No one except my mother and sister had ever done this. It made me want to cry, but I held it in.

“He’s not worth crying for,” he added, which surprised me so much that I laughed a bit.

“What made you think that it was someone?” While sniffing, I made a silly comeback.

“You still doubt my smart mouth.” The sarcasm made me laugh once more, and I felt his hand reach out. I flinched at his approach, but his eyes promised me safety and love.

Using his pointing finger, he swiped away the last year drop, and he slowly put that finger in his mouth.

“Now you don’t have to bear the sadness alone.” Fresh tears of joy began collecting at the corner of my eyes, and he was fast enough to rub them away as quickly as they came.

“I don’t know if I can,” that was all I could master, but he placed the same finger on my lips. Something urged me to lick that digit and place it in my mouth.

I was done with the past, and I was going to live in the present. I took his hand and began sucking on his finger, like it oozed something sweet. All while he looked at me with a famished gaze.

It took a while—two minutes—while we were like that until he stood up.

I popped the finger out of my mouth and held it within my hand as he pulled me up gently so we were touching. Our bodies were touching.

We stood there with the simple electric bulb a few feet from his tall frame.

Once again, the same powerful trance stole my body, and I found myself on tiptoes as he bent down and my lips met his with my eyes closed. This was the most magical moment I’ve ever felt. This was different from what I’ve been through with the last three encounters. This was far from the tingling I felt with the three men before. This was straight from the heart itself.

He was gentle with my mouth, taking a bit of a nibble as he nipped my mouth. He had his hands underneath my raised chin as he kicked my lips.

Our heads danced side ways like some kind of choreography while we tasted eachother to outlr heart’s content.

Out of breath, we looked into each other’s eyes, as he also had his strong arm around my waist to support me as I was on the balls of my feet to meet him up there.

“I’m making you mine now.” I knew what those words meant when he spoke, but I was afraid. He saw the hesitation in my eyes. I was still afraid that I might end up losing him after we’d had sex.

“I won’t make any promises.” He whispered these words while he showered my exposed neck with kisses: “But my actions will prove me different from that guy.” My closed doors once again gave way under the weight of those words, and so did my legs when I jumped up and coiled them around his waist with a new fire.

He was taken aback, but he was strong enough that he turned around and had me sit on the desk while my legs were still snaking around him. He held his hands in my hair while mine were around his neck.

“Make me yours then, fill me up” with my new-found courage. It was my turn to whisper, and the passion behind his eyes was set ablaze.

“Let’s lose these pants then,” he said, unbuckling my shorts and securing them away, exposing my erect cock, which was happily throbbing. He took me in his large hand and began to softly stroke me while he leaned in for another kiss.

I moaned out of pleasure, feeling his warm mitt on my member.

“I won’t hurt you,” he began whispering while kissing my neck. Those words were full of assurance in my life. He would interchange between my neck and mouth, which was going to make me climax earlier than intended.

My responses were in the form of grunts until he stopped and took a step back. I had already flashed

He went on to unbuckle his own tight jeans and pulled them down, showing his briefs; they were sky blue and were struggling hard to contain the huge bulge.

He saw my hungry look as he finally pulled down his briefs to meet the tight jeans around his huge thighs as he bent down till both his pants and briefs were around his legs.

His manmeat sprang out, standing tall and thick—very thick—and I was worried I might be stretched.

He began stroking himself while looking at me.

“I saw something earlier,” he cooed while rammaging through my uncle’s desk to get a small container of jelly. It was the same kind all builders use after taking a shower and rinsing off the sand before going home.

I smiled at the coincidence, as he did too. He opened it up and scooped out a large amount. I’d have to explain to my uncle, but that’s not important right now.

He took half and slathered it all over his thick cock; it was now shiny, and the rest was going to my exposed arse. My legs were then raised up as I laid back on the desk. My exposed hole was not a virgin one, but with this thickness, I was going to have to feel like a virgin once again.

Using two fingers at once, he entered me. It felt good having his huge fingers inside me; they were massaging me, making me clench around him, then he put in a third one, and it was a bit of a stretch yet again.

He started fingering me in and out. I felt my muscles open up while pleasure hugged me enough to make me curl my toes while my head was thrown back. He was a pro at this, and he kept at it until he felt I was ready for the big gun.

Pulling out his slippery fingers, he established himself in between my legs while he loaded himself before my gaping hole. He held his thick meat and playfully brushed at my pulsating hole again, and slowly, he started piercing me. The thickness took me by surprise even with the constant sex with the baker boy, so I felt him stretch me with every inch I swallowed.

Little by little, I took him, and my walls welcomed him enough to coil around him till his rough pubic hair roughly touched my outer arse.

We both held our breaths as we exhaled at the same time.

“Bless you,” he joked, and I smiled at the synchronicity we shared.

He held both my legs in his hands as he slowly drew out his cock, only to plunge it back in with a bit of force, which caused me to roll my eyes into the back of my head as he hit something within me. Something that made me feel so good, I’d die a happy man.

I came back to my senses with something blocking my mouth.

“That was loud,” he said, his hand on my mouth. Apparently I moaned too loudly, and the thing is, I didn’t seem to notice.

“I blame you for being so good at this,” I said in a very seductive voice, which made this worse because I’d woken up the beast.

Yet again, I’d gotten a beast, oyé!

He began hammering my arse with my legs up in the air and supported by his own hands. My mouth was covered tightly by my own hands since it looked like I couldn’t hold back the moans. I prayed that Uncle’s desk would remain intact as the squeaking was slowly turning into something else. He went on to kiss the inside of my thighs while he arched his fit back, ramming into me with unfiltered passion—the kind of passion that would soon erupted white into me at anytime.

I looked at him sweating with every thrust; they slid down and scattered everywhere. I couldn’t stroke myself since the amount of moans coming out of me would get us caught.

He placed my legs around his waist, and as he put his hands on either side of the desk, he leaned down close enough to my face, he was dripping with more sweat and he proceeded with filling me up. I could feel myself open with every jab he took at me, and I couldn’t hold it in.

The pleasurable pressure that had been building within my balls came fighting through the urethra until it spewed unto my stomach, causing me to bite down on my lip so that I wouldn’t scream for joy.

Without breaking his rhythm, he looked at me and smiled with satisfaction, just as he also started breathing like a wild tiger on a hunt. His pace had grown even faster as his pelvis began to slap against his butt cheeks with force. He was breathing heavily as he quickly pulled out of me and spilled his hot seed on my stomach to mix with mine. He had his cock in his hand stroking until the very last drop dropped down. I wanted to know what he tasted like, but I guess that was not for today.

He was panting as hard as I was, and he leaned down for a kiss.

“My first action to you,” this was accompanied by a long slurpy kiss. “No, this is one of the many promises to you,” another wet kiss followed as I put my hands around his thick neck to deepen the kisses.

It was kiss after kiss, and I didn’t want to let go until my phone rang.

He groaned at the interruption, and I wanted to join him, but I knew that ringtone was from my own phone. I had forgotten about home, and probably my mother was worried.

I let go of him as he stepped back to let me pick up the call. I found my pants lying on the floor, and I immediately retrieved the phone.

I was correct; it was Mother.

“It’s getting late; you should come back home.” It was not a suggestion but a command.

“Yes, mother, I’ll be home in a few minutes.” Although she wasn’t convinced, she just hummed a yes and hung up.

I sighed once more, thinking that I was going to leave the builder (yes, he finally changed his name).

“Hey, this is temporary.” I know what he meant, but still, I was cut off when he kissed me some more and told me that we should go take a quick shower and go back home.

We held our hands together as we exited the tent through the back. I was now sure that baker boy was no more, and the builder was my new beau.

To be continued…

Starting Afresh

I looked around my room at the hostel and smiled. It was good to know that I now had an option to get out of this place. In the weeks since our last weekend session, I’d learned a lot about my lover-master’s past, and he’d explored my own. I’d come to realise that whenever I was in his company my mood was always lighter and the day seemed brighter — no matter what was going on in class or at the hostel. Even just knowing we were meeting for lunch, made everything much more enjoyable, and after spending time with him made me feel I was walking on air.

Bruce had proposed two weeks together at a chalet in the mountains. No bondage, no rubber, just us exploring our likes, dislikes and testing whether we could live together without our fetish. The work he’d sent my way had been fun and quite easy to execute for them, and our twice weekly lunches had made us regulars at Greg’s. Most weekends had involved a lot of bondage and sex, but not always. We’d visited art exhibitions, gone grocery shopping together, and gone for long walks and even swimming.

Closing and locking my door, I lifted my backpack, slung it on my shoulder and walked down to the front door as my phone pinged. The What’s App told me Bruce was outside. I sent a string of hearts as a reply and ran down the stairs and out of the door. 

Sliding into the seat beside him, I leaned across and kissed him. “Take me away, my love, and ravish me.”

“Slow down, love. This is a trial run, remember.”

“Yes, Master.” I deliberately adjusted the seat belt. “I think this counts as a restraint? It’s Saturday after all, and on Saturdays I’m the Condemned Gay Sub, condemned to be restrained, tormented and — I hope — fucked.”

“You’re incorrigible.” He laughed. “Okay, you’re restrained. And now we’re heading for two weeks in a small chalet — with no toys.” Glancing at the folder on my lap as he drove, he asked, “What have you got there?”

“A small gift. Nothing special. It’s for you, and I’ll give it to you when we’re at the chalet.” Laughing, I added, “I think you’ll like it.”

It was a small painting based on a still from my first experience of ‘Old Sparky’. It featured me, obviously, in a bright orange rubber suit, gagged, my cock in the milking tube, my face exposed. My face was shown with my head secured to the chair, and a smile on my mouth as Bruce, standing next to me held the gag ready to secure. A ‘police’ sign at my chest read, ‘Born to Subhood and loving it.’’ I’d worked hard to make my expression one of love as I looked up into his face and he smiled down at mine.

We shifted to chatting about the journey, work, the passing scenery and the two hours it took to reach our destination slipped by almost unnoticed. 

The chalet was one of several all built out of heavy pine logs and sufficiently spaced to give privacy to those that wanted it. The husband and wife team that owned and ran the small resort greeted us warmly as we got out of the car.

“Welcome to Pine Lodge, Mr Franken.” Shaking hands with Bruce, the man smiled. “We hope you’ll enjoy yourselves. It’s a bit quiet during the week at this time, but the weekends are busy.” Laughing, he explained. “Always the same at the end of the season.”

Shaking hands with me, his wife — I’d noticed the wedding band — handed me the key to the chalet and a folded map. “The map will show you where everything is. We’ve plenty of walking trails around here, and the swimming pool is available, but we have a rule — no baggies. Swimming briefs only. We follow the French insistence on it, they claim swimming shorts are unhygienic.” She grinned and winked. “Besides, why should only us women be required to wear the skimpy outfits?”

“Ouch!” I laughed. “You’re right! Are thongs allowed?”

“Or nothing at all if there are no children around.” It was her turn to laugh. “Be aware that we have  a few families at the moment, and you may need to have a little more ‘cover’.” 

Bruce and her husband joined us. “We’re naturists when we have no guests,” he explained. “As I told Bruce, you guys can make yourselves comfortable. We’ll be filling up next Friday afternoon, but from Monday morning it’ll just be you and us this week. So you can just be yourselves.”

“Thanks,” Bruce responded, smiling. “That’s quite an invitation.” Slipping an arm round my waist, he pecked my cheek. “And we appreciate the welcome and the invitation.”

“Enjoy yourselves. I open the bar at six and Trish can whip up a a light meal if you don’t feel like cooking.”

The chalet was small, well laid out and self-contained. The view through the glass wall from the living room and porch was stunning. It looked across a wooded valley and a distant range of mountains and hills. Behind the living room was a small kitchen, separated from a bathroom by a short passage from the ‘front’ door. Stairs from the bathroom side gave access to a mezzanine with a kingsize bed, from which we could look out through the glass wall opposite. Placing our bags on the bed, I surveyed the view and felt a surge of love for Bruce as he stowed away our groceries below me. Extracting my gift from the folder, I seconded the stairs as Bruce walked to the window and the porch.

“Bruce, my beloved Master, I’ve a little gift for you. Want some coffee? I’ll make it while you unwrap it.”

“I’d love a coffee, Mark.” He turned, smiling, and kissed me. “What’s this gift? I’ve already got you. What more could I want?”

“You say the nicest things, my love.” Presenting him with my carefully wrapped painting, I smiled. “Call this a token of my appreciation of everything you’ve done for me since …” Kissing him as he took the package, I added, “I’ll get the coffee!”

Busy in the kitchen I heard him unwrapping the picture and tried not to look, my heart racing in the hope that his reaction would be, as I hoped, delight. The silence following the sound of the wrapping being removed was a little unnerving. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but it wasn’t silence. The coffee made, I walked into the living room and stopped. He had the painting propped up on the mantlepiece and was seated in front of it. Putting the coffee mugs on the table next to him, I knelt at his side.

“Like it, my darling?”

Silently he moved his arm across my shoulders, his face turned toward me. For a moment he said nothing, then whispered, “I love it.” Our mouths met, and his kiss said more than words could convey. The coffee was cooling by the time we drank it, but neither of us noticed as we enjoyed the post coital glow of mutually enjoyed oral sex. Still naked, we walked out onto the porch holding hands, then he moved quietly behind me, and held me close against his naked body. “Mark, I hoped from the moment you first contacted me … but I’ve had some bad experiences and one really bad partnership …”

“Shhh, my love. This will work. We’ll make it work. We both want to make it work …” I turned carefully in his arms. “When I was painting that gift, I guessed that you were hurting and afraid of being hurt again …” Kissing him gently, our flaccid members in contact, I said, “I was terrified of my sexual tastes, especially of surrendering myself so completely to someone else’s control … and then I met you. You were so careful, so gentle … and so loving …”

“And terrified of driving you away. I tested you …” His kiss was demanding. “But you endured it, and came back for more.”

I laughed, my hand easing between us and I fondled his now stiffening member. “I’m a glutton for my Master.” Kissing him, I whispered, “Turn me round, beloved, and fuck me now, as we look at this gorgeous view.” Giggling, as he began to turn me, I added, “Like the sign says, I’m a born Sub, and I love it.”

Resting my hands on the porch table, I bent myself forward spreading my feet and he didn’t hesitate. His fresh erection slid into me and I sighed as his cock slid over my gland. “Thank you, Master …”

The perfect start to our trial future …

We had fun with the owners in their ‘pub’ and ate the light meal Sybil, the wife of the owner, prepared for us. Claude, the owner was a good ‘host’ and the atmosphere was relaxed. There were a handful of others there, mainly for the beer and the wine and a few children with their parents, so we behaved with caution. Even so we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We walked back to the chalet well fed, relaxed after several glasses of good wine hand in hand. 

“Want to swim tomorrow, my love?” I asked. 

“Sounds good to me.” Bruce squeezed my hand. “Before or after breakfast?”

“Before! But after coffee.” I laughed. “I need coffee … and maybe a shot of something else first.”

Opening the door, Bruce stood back to let me enter, grinning. “Now I wonder what that ‘something else’ might be?”

“I’m sure my Master can think of something suitable,” I teased as his hand squeezed my buttock. I turned into his embrace. “Thank you, my love, for teaching me to accept myself, and for taking me as your sub …”

“You’re more than just my ‘Sub’, my dear.” Our mouths met in a hungry kiss. “Much more, and we’ve two weeks to make sure we’re able to live with each other.” His hand undid my shirt, and my jeans descended round my ankles, as we kissed, our tongues entwined. My hands were busy as well, undressing him, until only our thongs remained, our erections deforming their pouches. Holding me close, he murmured, “Here, or in bed?”

“Let’s go to bed, love,” I whispered. “Then we can be comfortable and take our time.”  

 

With no pressure to do anything we woke early, made love to the birdsong as the sun rose to be greeted by the chorus of birdsong. Our morning passion spent, we lay in each other’s arms, savouring the moment, and the taste of our cum, until Bruce stirred.

“I fancy a coffee,” he announced. Turning to me, he kissed me, adding, “Stay right here. I’ll bring it so I can enjoy your nice warm body while we drink it.”

“You’re spoiling me,” I retorted as he slipped out of bed. “But I’m loving it!”

 Laughing, he descended the stairs while I snuggled down under the duvet and listened to the sounds of him moving around the kitchen beneath me, and the birdsong outside the window. On impulse, I tidied his side of the bed, preparing the pillows so that we could be comfortable sitting up to watch the scenery with our coffee. It struck me that I knew very little of Bruce’s background, or of his previous life and partnerships. As I heard him starting up the stairs it struck me, not for the first time, that his ‘dungeon’ was not something assembled in a matter of days.

I hoped he would tell me about the history behind it and himself over the coming weeks. With his hair tousled as he stepped onto the bedroom mezzanine and two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands, he smiled as I admired his naked body. The lack of hair round his genitals seemed to accentuate them as he covered the short distance between the steps and my side of the bed.

“Mmm, now there’s a beautiful sight.” Accepting the coffee, I put it aside on the night stand. “You know, my love, you’re beautiful and I think I’m a very lucky man to have you …”

“No, you’re not.” Sliding into the bed from his side, he put his arms round me and pulled me into an embrace. “I am.” His kiss was demanding. “But, I like you saying you’re lucky.” The coffee remained on the nightstands as we held each other and enjoyed a prolonged kiss. It was enjoyable to simply caress, kiss and hold each other. 

Gently I coaxed out of Bruce the reason for his caution in our relationship. In the relaxed pleasure of holding one another, and without, for the moment, wanting to engage sexually, he told me about his violent and unsuccessful previous partners. 

“In a way, my dear, what you’re holding is a man with a lot of bruising and a lot of bad experience. You’re a refreshing change …”

“Says the man that has shown me how to love what I am!” Kissing him, I grinned, “And better, shown me how to really enjoy being totally in someone’s control.”

“Like you, I was a bit confused by my sexual tastes — and by my liking to be restrained.” Kissing my forehead he paused, his hand gently caressing my back as I lay with my head on his shoulder. “It took me a long time to work it out. A distant cousin convinced me I should embrace being Gay, and then that if bondage was my thing, then find someone who also liked it and enjoy it.”

“Is that why you have the dungeon and all that equipment?” My fingers played gently with his nipple. “I’m not complaining — I love what you do with me in it.”

“In part. I built the dungeon for myself, but soon found you can’t really enjoy it ‘solo’,” he confided in a distant tone. “Like you I tried to find someone I could trust to give me the experience I craved.” Pausing as I moved to hold him, he sighed. “I tried a couple of times. The first was a sadist, but he taught me a lot about what I really didn’t want in a relationship.” He laughed. “And how he did. The next guy seemed, at first, better, but we were just on different wavelengths on just about everything from our tastes in music, clothing, behaviour in public and out the other end … then I caught him ‘entertaining’ friends in our dungeon … The worst of it was that it was a regular thing, and he made no pretence of it that I was just another fuck on his list — and the sucker who provided him with a house, a playroom and …”

“Oh Bruce …” Hugging him, I managed. “I’m so sorry … Now I understand why you’re being so cautious with me.” Kissing his cheek, I added, “I don’t know how anyone could betray you — or anyone — like that.”

“Easier, and more frequent, than you think, my love.” He wrapped me in a fierce bear hug. “Shall we take a swim? Or shall we have breakfast? If we swim now we may miss the kids …”

“Swim!” I gasped. “I want to wash that frown and the hurt from your eyes.” Kissing him, I said, “And when we get back, I’ll make the breakfast …”

 We just beat the arrival of the first of the families who evidently intended a long play in the pool. Greeting them as we left I was glad I’d opted for my full Speedo and not the rather more skimpy thong I’d brought. Back at the chalet Bruce headed for the shower and I started putting together the breakfast things. It struck me as I finished laying out the muesli, yogurt, OJ and the bread and spreads we both enjoyed, that his previous partners had not shared his eating preferences, whereas I’d never given a thought to the fact we both tended to like the same things. I’d just put out fresh coffees for us on the porch when he joined me, planting a kiss on my should.

“Perfect, love.” His hand stroked my butt. “I never asked if you’d like a bigger breakfast, I just assumed …” 

“You didn’t need to love. The only thing I’d add to this is some fruit — it’s what I always eat in my room.” I laughed. “Cooking strictly forbidden, I even have to hide my hot water jug and my coffee mug!” Seating myself, I grinned. “This is perfect — but if you want something more — a fried egg and all the rest, I’ll happily cook it and join you. But I think we’d both get fat!”

“You’re right! About getting fat anyway.” Helping himself to the muesli he added the yogurt and laughed as he noticed that I was following exactly the same process. “Do you always serve yourself that way?”

“Yes — it means that I can mix the muesli into the yogurt more easily. It’s how I’ve always done it — drove my sister mad, she did it the other way. Said my way was disgusting.” 

Laughing, we ate. 

Looking at his watch, Bruce asked, “You know, I’m feeling lazy, and relaxed, would you mind if I get a book I’m reading and just sit here and read?”

 “Why would I mind, love? That sounds perfect. I’ll get my sketch book and try some sketches from here. It’s just too beautiful to not do some.” Standing I gathered the breakfast dishes and made to head indoors. “Where’s your book? I’ll fetch it and my drawing things at the same time?”

“In my bag. Should be right on top.” He laughed. “Thanks.”

Depositing the dishes in the sink, I stowed away the butter, unused bread and the remaining OJ, then fetched his book — it was right at the top of his bag — and my art folder with all my sketching materials, carried them out to the porch.

“There you, love. I’ll do the dishes and join you in a minute. Want anything more to drink?”

He declined, accepting the book and I got on with the dishes. Lunch was Bruce’s effort — a salad with some delicious cutlets he did in the pan and a glass of wine. A walk along one of the trails gave us the opportunity to talk about a range of things we liked, our tastes in music and in reading matter. Some of these we already knew or had guessed, after all, we’d been lunching together for a while now, and sex wasn’t the only thing on our minds.

As we walked and talked I certainly grew to the idea that he was the perfect man in my life. It reinforced the feeling of comfort and happiness I had begun to feel in his company and I said so. 

“Really?” He walked on in silence for a few more steps. “I’m glad, because, Mark, I feel that way too … but are you sure you want to tie yourself to a man ten years your senior?” His smile flashed. “A man who puts you in bondage, attaches a Tens unit to that lovely pole of yours and leaves you in electro torment for an hour at a time?”

“A man who gives me the most amazing fuck when he’s finished tormenting me?” Slipping my arm through his, I squeezed gently. “Yes! Any time he wants to, I’m game. Oh, and for being put in a strait jacket and given his gorgeous cock to suck.” We stopped walking and I turned to face him, my arms going round his waist. “Yes, I do want to tie myself to you, Bruce. I need a man who knows how to teach me, to stop me being a total jerk … You’ve no idea how much I learned in that first session you gave me in your dungeon. It’s taken me a while to understand it myself — and that’s before you got me a job with your employer, before you invited me to lunch with you twice a week, before you taught me how to really love being Gay, and your lover … You think the painting I did for you is just a picture?”

“No, I don’t. But I don’t want you to feel obliged to tie yourself to me either …”

I stopped him with a kiss and a tight hug.

“Okay, enough talking round this. I love you, Bruce. I’d love you even if you were living in a tiny apartment and didn’t have the dungeon or the car. I’d love you even if you hadn’t fixed up a job for, and if we weren’t meeting at Greg’s and eating at a greasy spoon instead.” Kissing him again, I told him, “And tonight I’m buying us supper …”

As most of the other guests had already headed back to their homes by the time we made our way to the small bar and restaurant, we had the place almost to ourselves. The choice from the menu was fairly limited, but it was good. And made on the spot, not precooked from the freezer. It was worth waiting for, and the wine was good. So was the conversation with Claude, and later Sybil. It set the mood for the rest of the week.

By the third day we’d become so comfortable in our routine Bruce was able to joke about it as we walked back from a swim in just our swimming thongs. Our routine wasn’t fixed, but generally included a swim, breakfast, a walk along one of the trails, often another swim and time spent on the porch reading or, for me, drawing. 

“Look at us — just like an old married couple.”

“Does it bother you, love?” Squeezing his hand, I asked. “I love the feeling.”

“Bother me?” He stopped. “No, it doesn’t. Funny. I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable with someone before now.” Grinning, he pulled me into a hug. “And you’re right — I love it as well.” 

His kiss was dominating, demanding, and I could feel his stiffening member straining to escape the thing, and mine responded. It wasn’t far to the chalet, and we both shed our thongs as soon as we were inside. We surrendered to our passion as soon as the door closed, and our love making soon had us on the floor beneath my painting. Breakfast was delayed until we separated, sated, happy and deeply in love. 

After breakfast the warmth and the beauty drew us onto the porch, where Bruce settled with his book and a cool drink, and I got involved in some drawing. Bruce was, here, the perfect subject as he relaxed and read, and I managed several sketches that I could later turn into paintings. But one I worked on now to create a portrait of him with the valley and the natural beauty of the countryside as a backdrop. I’d just finished it when we heard a knock at the door.

“Sybil and I were wondering if you guys would like to join us for a barbecue this evening?” Claude said when Bruce answered the door. He grinned at the shorts we both wore, and gestured at his naked body, his rather generous cock on display. “Dress optional — as we told you, we’re naturists.”

“Thanks,” Bruce laughed, glancing at me. “We’d love to come. I think, in my case anyway, ‘dress’ will depend on the temperature!”

“As you like.” Claude smiled. “See you at six then. Oh, I’m heading into town for a few items — is there anything you need?”

“I don’t think …” Bruce began. “Wait, yes, we need a loaf of toasting bread, about three litres of low fat milk and some fruit. Bananas, apples … whatever. Hang on, I’ll get my wallet …”

“Don’t bother, we can settle up tonight.” Sketching a salute, he turned, saying as he walked away. “See you later.”

“Was he testing us, do you think?” I asked as Bruce rejoined me on the porch. I grinned. “He’s certainly well equipped …”

“So I noticed! No, I don’t think so. As he said, they’re naturists, but I think I’m going to put the present you gave me in the bedroom.” Laughing, he hugged me and planted a kiss on my forehead. “It might give people ideas, and that is something I want to reserve to us.”

Claude delivered our shopping mid afternoon and confirmed the time, telling us we could look forward to some good steaks. 

In the event, clothing was necessary. The weather was clearly changing as we walked to their cottage attached to the reception building. The barbecue was ready and soon we were enjoying the social interaction that goes with any such event. We walked back to the chalet, well fed, and having enjoyed some really good wine. The wind was getting up now, and it was overcast with the smell of rain in the air. It arrived as we prepared for bed.

“That was good timing,” Bruce joked as he slid under the covers. 

“Good excuse to snuggle up to each other.” I retorted, sliding closer and reaching an arm across his chest. “The perfect weather to stay right here and just enjoy being close.”

“You’re right.” His hand caressed my stomach. “And right now, I’m too well fed to do anything energetic. How about you?”

“Same. But,” my hand wandered down and found his member, “if somebody insisted …”

His hand gripped my semi-hard organ. “Tomorrow, my love. And then you can have a double ration.” Kissing me he played with my penis. “I’m tipsy I think, and I need some sleep. That wine was something else.”

“I’m with you there, my love. Sleep is definitely needed … Double ration tomorrow? I’ll look forward to it.” Settling myself for sleep, I asked, “Would you spoon me, love, or would you like me to spoon you?”

“I’ll spoon you, my darling Mark.” Kissing me he waited until I was on my side, then positioned himself perfectly behind me, and settled the duvet so we were both well wrapped beneath it. “Ah, yes. I think this is my favourite sleeping position now.” He kissed my shoulder gently. “Yes, I’m getting well used to this now.”

“Mmm, so’m I,” I murmured, curling myself into his body. “Thanks, my love. For everything …” 

Outside the wind moaned over the roof and under the eaves, but we drifted off to sleep, our naked bodies in close contact and wrapped in our duvet as the rain beat against the window above us. 

I half woke during the night as the wind and rain disturbed me, and sensed that Bruce was also awake. Feeling his erection against my butt, I turned in his arm and gently kissed his face.

“Would you like to make love, my darling,” I whispered as the rain rattled against the window.

“Always, my love,” he relied, kissing my neck. “What would you like?”

“To have my lover make love to me in the way he would most enjoy …” My own erection was now rigid in his hand as I caressed his. Our mouths met and our tongues entwined as we wrapped each other in a mutual embrace. The sound of the wind and the rain faded into the background as we focused on each other, savouring each gentle caress and our kisses.

“Mark, I want you to fuck me,” he whispered, his lips nibbling my ear. “I’ve never allowed anyone to take me that way — only as I mounted you …” Kissing me gently, he added, “Take me face to face, the way I took you the first time …”

“If you’re sure … I’d love to, Bruce …” Kissing him again, we changed places slowly until he was on his back, his hips on a pillow and his legs raised and wide splayed. I lubed him and myself, then carefully entered him. 

He arched his back as I sank slowly into his tight opening, moaning softly as I pressed past his sweet spot. “Oh god, oh …” he shuddered as I sank my full length into him, his legs clamping over my neck and shoulders. “Oh my … Oh gods but that feels …” His arms went round my back and tightened. “You feel … amazing …” He humped his hips slowly, and I took the hint and began, slowly, to fuck him, bringing fresh moans of pleasure from his mouth …

His response, and the feeling of his passage enfolding my cock meant I had to work hard to control my desire to shoot my load. I managed to hold back, despite having a full load, for several minutes, but the desire became too much and I thrust myself deep and let my cock erupt. For several minutes we lay joined, smothering each other in kisses, his still rigid member between us. When my now limp dick slipped free from his opening, I freed myself, leaned down and whispered, “And now, my love, you’re going to do the same for me …”

“Do you think I can?” He whispered. 

“I know it, my love.” Positioning myself, I reached over and drew him on top of me. “I’ve felt you do it, remember, and now I want it again … please …”

He mounted me as I had just done him. He didn’t last long, but it was still beautiful. Satisfied, I settled into his embrace, his still leaking cock pressed to my butt. We soon slept, and woke to steady rain in the morning. When Bruce slipped out of bed to use the toilet, I went downstairs and made coffee, took it up the bedroom and then swopped places to toilet myself.

“Good morning, beloved,” I greeted him as I slid back under the duvet and planted a kiss on his mouth. “Looks bad outside. The perfect excuse to spend the day right here …”

“My thoughts exactly.” His grin was wicked as he pushed me down, and swinging his leg over me. “Second dose?”

“Yes, Master!” I laughed, spreading my legs. “Same as during the night please, and make it a big one …”