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First year at boarding school

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My name is Julien. I am a student at the Paris 9 Victor Hugo high school. I’m 21 years old, in my second year of a BTS (Advanced Technician’s Certificate in Management), and since the start of the school year, I’ve been living in a boarding school during the week.

It was difficult to get a place at the boarding school! After insisting, calling the high school I was attending twice a week, I was finally able to secure a place. Just so you know, I had to endure two hours of public transportation every day. So I really pushed for that to get this place: the first year was difficult because staying awake was quite complicated due to the time I had to get up (6:00 a.m.) for classes that started at 8:30 a.m.

For almost two years, the high school’s boarding school has been undergoing renovations, so I had a room in a student residence—a square, fully equipped studio… and I was lucky enough to have a shower in the studio and not shared showers like in traditional boarding schools. There were two students per room.

I met my roommate the first week before the start of the school year when I moved in. It was my first time in a boarding school, and I was a little apprehensive because I’ve always been a loner. But my roommate immediately turned out to be very nice. His name is Maxence, he’s 20 years old, and he’s in his first year of a BTS (Higher National Diploma) in Medical Analysis. During that year, I also met Antoine.

Maxence is six feet tall, he has dark hair. He has a slim build and a beard that he’s trying to grow as best he can. He’s a very kind and caring person, and he helped me settle in. Plus, we immediately found something in common: he’s addicted to the game “League of Legends,” just like me.

I’m brown-haired, have brown eyes, am 6’1″ (180 cm), and carry a few extra pounds. I’m a fan of PC games, mainly racing games and The Sims 3. I’m also passionate about reading. Personality-wise, I’m a nice person who doesn’t necessarily seek attention, and I can come across as intellectual with glasses… even though my grades are closer to average than above. I always dress in a preppy style, not in expensive clothes, but I make sure to be well-dressed. I like to wear jeans and a polo shirt for a chic look, and I break up the chic look with dress shoes. As for accessories, I always have a watch and a satchel. As for Maxence, he has a pretty similar style, although he can also have a slightly urban feel.

Over time, Maxence and I grew closer, thanks to our shared passion for video games and a card game (rummy), which we played three times every night. And right from the start, I loved spending time with him… because I really liked him! I started fantasizing about him during a rather unlikely incident.

We’re both shy and very modest. So I respected his privacy and he mine. We used to shower in the evening, him first and me second. But one Monday, Maxence called me while he was in the shower. I asked him through the door:

“Julien, can you come over please?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“I forgot my towel. Can you bring it over please?”

– Yes, where is it?

– In my suitcase, it’s under my bed.

– Okay, I’m coming.

– Thanks.

I go to his bed, pull out his suitcase, and grab his towel. I knock on the door and finally, I go in… and I find myself in front of Maxence, naked, his arms at his sides, not even trying to hide his private parts, almost believing it was done on purpose to test me. I don’t know how to react… he’s so hot! He has a slim, hairless body. He only has a little hair around his belly button. He has a nice, slim cock.

And ever since then, I’ve fantasized about him. He’s in my dreams, in my thoughts when I jerk off. But unfortunately for me, he’s straight. And ever since, my heart skips a beat when he comes near me, when I feel his breath near me or his scent… I’m all over when my hand brushes against him or my leg brushes against him while we’re sitting side by side watching a movie.

Over time, we’ve developed a deep friendship… which is why I would never dare to flirt with him… I don’t know what his reaction might be, and I don’t want to risk our friendship. An example of our closeness: he calls me “old guy” and I call him “kid”… even though we’re only a year apart in age. We like to tease each other; we’re very close.

But it’s thanks to this friendship that I finally told him I was gay. He was very surprised, but he accepted it without any worries or prejudice; he simply smiled at me. He asked me lots of questions about sex between men… to which I replied:

“I don’t know.” I’m not, I’ve never taken the plunge yet.

I was a little ashamed… 21 years old and still a virgin.

– How do you know you’re gay then?

– I’m attracted to good-looking boys. They turn me on… unlike girls.

– And what’s your type of guy?

– You!

I answered without thinking and went completely red. He started laughing. I caught myself:

– You simply have the physique of guys I like, a normal body type. I like nice, attentive guys.

– Thank you, that’s sweet.

I felt a bit awkward. He then asked me:

– Have you ever checked me out?

– Very little. Hardly ever… since you go from your room to the shower in your underwear… But the other day, when you forgot your towel, asked me to bring it to you, and you were naked, yes, I admit I checked you out… The opportunity was too good to miss.

Maxence started laughing:

“Ah, I had completely forgotten all that. It’s true that it took you a while to give me the towel, and the more we talk about it, the more I feel like you really took the time to check me out.”

“You’re right, I did check you out this time,” I admitted to Maxence. “Does that bother you?”

“No, I’m quite flattered.”

“Have you ever wanted me?” asked Maxence.

“Yes, I’ve wanted you before. Anyway, don’t worry, I don’t have eyes on you… I know you’re straight.” – If I’d been gay, would you have hit on me?

– Yes, probably… to see if something could happen with you.

– That’s more likely to happen in your dreams than anywhere else, Maxence retorted jokingly.

– It’s happened in my dreams before, I replied.

– Oh yeah! he said, blushing a little. And? Was I a good lay?

– Yes, you could say it was pretty good and worth it.

– You know, I’m straight. But I’m a curious person, and I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get a blowjob from a guy… and I’d be really curious to try other things.

– The day you want to try it, you can ask me, and it’ll be a discovery for both of us.

– Yes, we’ll see.

He then took me in his arms and rubbed my head… Then he got on his computer and started playing. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me… Too bad.

But luckily, these revelations didn’t damage our friendship, and we continued our daily lives normally, between classes, video games, card games, etc. Since that episode, Maxence talked to me, without any filter, about the girls he was fucking.

And one morning, at breakfast, he told me he was going to be home later than usual.

“Oh? You have a date?”

“Yes, and I’ll be at the boarding school closer to 6 p.m. than 5 p.m., if you know what I mean,” he said, winking at me.

I understand perfectly. We both leave for class. I get home around 5 p.m., when my classes finish. I grab some chips before sitting down at my computer. And around 5:30 p.m., I’m surprised when I hear the key turn in the lock. Maxence comes in:

“What are you doing here?”

“The girl’s on her period…”

“Tough luck! Doesn’t she agree to anal sex?”

“No, I’m too hot.”

He comes over to sit next to me and starts watching a series with me on my computer. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that his package is a little swollen in his shorts. I haven’t come in several days and I’m also horny. So I take a chance. I search for bisexual porn (two couples: one straight, the other gay) on my computer. Maxence is surprised at first:

“What are you doing?”

“I’m too hot too. If you’re up to it, we can jerk off to some porn.”

– If I’m not mistaken, you’re attracted to guys and I’m attracted to girls, right?

– Yes, and with bisexual porn, I’ll see two guys fucking, and you’ll see a guy and a girl. Everyone gets something out of it.

– Ah! It’s not such a bad idea, old man!

– I know, kid!

I start the video. The porn starts playing. I then timidly take my cock out of my shorts and start jerking off slowly. He doesn’t respond to my invitation. I’m disappointed… but I hold on. I hope he’ll give in. And then I notice the bulge in his crotch swelling. I say to him:

– Come on, you want it too, it shows. It’s nothing bad… a good wank between friends…

That’s all he needs. He opens his shorts and a nice 6.3-inch cock pokes its head out. He finally starts jerking off while watching the porn. His hand slowly moves back and forth over his cock. At one point, he says, “That girl’s a hottie! A beautiful brunette with not-so-big breasts! Definitely my type!” He pauses, then continues,

 “And You, Julien? Do you like the guys?

“The straight guy, no! Too muscular! On the other hand, the two gay guys, yes! They have bodies like anyone else, that’s what turns me on.”

After 5 minutes, Maxence turns to me and shyly asks, “Would you like to jerk me off?”

I’m a little surprised… But he doesn’t need to ask twice! I grab his cock and start moving slowly back and forth. He murmurs, “This is the first time a guy and not a girl has jerked my cock. It’s weird!”

I can actually feel him tense up a little. After several minutes of me jerking him off, he grabs my cock, without even asking my permission, and we jerk each other off. My cock is so hard… the situation is really turning me on… I muster up my courage and say to him:

“If you want, I can suck you off so you can relax a little…”

Maxence looks at me strangely, surprised by my audacity. He hesitates for a few seconds, then says:

“No thanks, no way… I’m curious, but not that curious.”

“Just because you do something with a guy once doesn’t mean you’ll be gay or bi, just that you’ve been a curious straight guy…”

He falls silent. Maxence starts jerking off in silence. Then he says:

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll make myself comfortable.”

He pulls his pants down to his feet.

“Okay… I’ll do the same. Does that bother you?”

“No, go ahead, don’t be shy.”

I don’t waste any time and do the same. We look at each other. We discover each other’s bodies. He checks out my body. I’m of average height and have a bit of a belly. I’m dark-haired with a beard. I’m hairy all over my body. My cock is 14 cm.

He imitates me and finds himself naked. I check out his slender body, his barely hairy pubis, and his 16 cm, begging me to take them between my lips. I kneel in front of him, grab his cock, and push it into my mouth. He immediately starts moaning.

I slowly move back and forth on his cock. At the same time, my tongue tickles his frenulum. Sometimes I lick and suck his balls before resuming my blowjob. Then I pick up the pace and suck him quickly, giving him good deep throats, which he seems to love. I sometimes give him perverted looks, and he looks at me with eyes full of desire! After 10 minutes, he asks me:

– Do you like sucking me?

– I love it!

– I see you seem to enjoy sucking me… and you’re so good at it! I really enjoy it… I really want to try it too…

– Suck me?

– Yes.

– So you’re more curious than you say, come on, let’s go to my bed.

I get up and hold out my hand. He grabs it and I pull him up. Unable to resist any longer, I kiss him on the mouth. He doesn’t resist… and he kisses me too! I’m in heaven!

We lie down on my bed. I place him on his side and lie head to toe on the bed. I take his cock in my mouth and he places mine in front of his mouth. He takes my cock and starts to gently stroke it. He then brings it close to his mouth, teasing my head with the tip of his tongue. Then, he swallows my 5.5 inches, which he starts sucking. We do a good 69. After 2 minutes, he takes my cock out of his mouth and asks me:

“Am I doing this right?”

“Fuck! You suck so well!” I cry. “Maxence, please. Me, Maxence too, I love sucking you!” We suck each other off. After a while, I say:

“I love your cock… I’d love to have it somewhere other than in my mouth…”

He then stops sucking me. Then, finally, he stands up and says:

“I think it’s time one of your dreams came true!”

I can’t believe my ears! But I don’t waste any time. I position myself doggy style. He gets behind me and places his head on my hole. I tell him:

“Go ahead, push in, and I’ll set the pace.”

I back up a little. He puts on a condom, puts lube on his cock and in my hole. And I feel his cock enter my insides. He goes slowly until I feel his pubic bone against my buttocks. Maxence asks me:

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Slightly… but I’m starting to enjoy it. Do you like my ass?”

“Yes… Your ass is so good… so tight… It feels like a girl’s pussy!”

He then begins to move slowly back and forth, and I really enjoy feeling my fantasy come true. Then, feeling that I’m enjoying it, he puts his hands on my hips and asks:

“Can I speed up?”

“Yes! Go ahead! Don’t waste any time!” He then takes the lead and fucks me with slightly faster and deeper pelvic movements, he pulls out and goes back in me several times. After 5 minutes, Say:

“Go for it… Fuck me!”

He then increases the pace, becoming a real sex beast. He fucks me savagely, and I moan with joy. I can’t hold back my moans and enjoy this good fuck.

“You love my cock, huh? You wanted it, admit it.”

“Yes, ever since I watched you naked, it’s so good! Maxence like that, fuck my ass!”

That’s all it takes for Maxence to intensify this fuck even more with even stronger and more powerful thrusts that make the bed rock.

I jerk off at the same time, but I have to be careful not to cum… I’m so turned on! After 20 minutes, he pulls out of my ass, probably to change position. I get up and kiss him… while groping his ass.

“Fuck, I love your cock so much! I’m sure I’d love your ass!” -You seem so into it, go ahead, I’m in!

I can’t believe my ears! Maxence then gets on all fours, and I can admire his well-muscled ass. I caress him and plunge my tongue into his hole without any preamble. He shudders and starts to moan as my tongue penetrates and swirls inside him. I eat his ass thoroughly. He’s really tight.

Then I stand up, put on a condom, and apply some lubricant. Then I place my head on his anus. I sense he’s a little apprehensive, and I say to him:

– Don’t worry, Maxence, I’ll take it slow. If it hurts, just let me know.

– Okay, go ahead, I trust you.

I slowly push my cock into his insides until my pubic bone is against his ass. I stay inside him for a few moments without moving, and, worried, I ask him:

– Are you okay? Does it hurt?

“A little… but go ahead, start moving, I’ll tell you what to do.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

I start slowly as promised, doggy style. After a few moments, he asks me:

“So, do you like being in my ass?”

“I love your little ass!”

“Go on, speed up.”

“I speed up without wasting any time, the rhythm of my movements gets faster; I hear his breathing get faster.

“After 10 minutes, Maxence says to me:

“Go on, old man, fuck my ass without holding back.”

“It surprises me. But I obey, and my pace becomes more intense and wild. The bed is moving and is now pressed against the wall. I want to please him and I also manage to fuck him for 20 minutes. His ass is a real treat, pure pleasure! And he seems to like it because he moans with every thrust. Then, when I can’t take it anymore, I lie down next to him and jerk off. Maxence lies down too, and we jerk off. We come almost simultaneously. Maxence’s first jet is powerful, squirting all the way down his neck. The next two shoot onto his chest, and the next three fall onto his stomach. Three of my jets squirt onto my chest, and the next ones coat my hairy stomach.

We giggle after sighing with pleasure, and we stay for a few moments, lying on the bed, kissing tenderly after such a wild fuck. Then we take a shower together; the excitement is still there, we soap each other, rinse off, and I give in to temptation by kissing him tenderly. Maxence is surprised but lets things happen. I turn off the water, and Maxence asks me:

⁃ What are you doing?

⁃ I still want you!

 ⁃ Do I make you want me so much that you want more?

⁃ Since the first time I saw you!

We quickly dry off. I lift him up and place him on the table. Maxence says to me:

⁃ If you still want me, you’ll have to be worthy, come suck me!

⁃ Don’t worry, I will be!

I move closer and start sucking him diligently. I just lick his head, deepthroat, jerk him off. I hear Maxence moan with satisfaction and he says to me:

⁃ You’re doing really well, it’s almost perfect, you deserve a reward, he says.

⁃ What is it?

⁃ You’ll see!

Maxence takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed. I take the opportunity to kiss him. Maxence gently places me on the bed and says:

⁃ Lie on your side, you’ll get your reward, but I still want you to suck me.

I do as I say. Maxence starts sucking me, he’s doing it like a god. After 5 minutes, Maxence pushes me and flips me over. He’s underneath me on my back, and I’m on top. I pick up where I left off, and this time it’s no longer my cock that Maxence sucks, but my ass. He eats it with gusto and fingers me to prepare for penetration. He alternates between my cock and my ass for 10 minutes, then he lies down on the bed and says:

⁃ Come put my cock in your ass, I want you to ride me!

⁃ As you wish, kid!

I do as I say.

I pass the condom and lube to Maxence. He puts it on and finishes lubricating his cock and my hole. I start to move down facing Maxence and slowly slide his cock inside me.

I ride him and like being in control. Maxence holds my buttocks to accompany my pelvic movements. I can see in his eyes that he likes this situation of being active while being passive.

After a while, wanting him to take charge, I stop moving and place my hands on his shoulders and say to him:

⁃ Go on, penetrate me, I’ll let you take charge.

I settle down and Maxence begins with light back-and-forth movements that eventually intensify. I lean down to kiss him, I’m totally enjoying it, and after 5 minutes of this intensive treatment, he puts his hands on my hips and flips me onto my back without taking his cock out to fuck me missionary-style.

He takes a pillow to raise my ass, refills the lubricant, and comes back to put his cock in my ass. He starts slowly but quickly ends up picking up the pace. I’m enjoying it again. After 10 minutes, Maxence asks me to get on all fours. I comply, and he says:

⁃ Now I’m not going to hold back, you’re going to get off and be satisfied!

⁃ I challenge him and say:

⁃ It’s all well and good to talk, now act and prove what you’re saying!

⁃ Very good, you asked for it!

⁃ That’s good, that was the point!

Maxence settles behind me and begins to push his cock in, inch by inch, then in one thrust for the end, and says:

⁃ Get ready, you’re going to enjoy it and you’re going to be satisfied.

⁃ Come on, go ahead, stop wasting time.

Maxence begins penetration slowly and ends up going wild in less than 5 minutes. His thrusts are powerful, I feel each thrust intensely and I moan without restraint. The thrill is complete, the fuck lasts another 10 minutes of pure pleasure. Maxence says to me:

⁃ Your ass is so good, I’m going to cum soon.

⁃ Wait two seconds, I want your cum in my mouth!

⁃ Hurry up.

I do as I’m told. I turn around, he stands up, takes off his condom, and I come to take his cock in my mouth while jerking him off. He unloads inside me. 5 good jets land in my mouth, making me cum immediately. My cum is on the floor. I look at him, he’s exhausted with a big smile, and so am I.

Maxence goes to take a shower alone. I’m satisfied, as he promised. He gets out, and I wash myself thoroughly, thinking about those two fucks that just happened and my fantasy that came true—what great memories!

I get out of the shower, dressed for the night. Maxence has gone back to his computer and his game. I sit down, do the same, and ask him:

“So?” For a straight guy, how did you find your first time with a guy?

– I had some apprehensions, but in the end it was a really good time. I’m even on the verge of reconsidering whether I’m bi, and you?

– Same here, a few apprehensions, but I loved everything, from start to finish!

– Yes, in the end, the same!

A silence falls, then I continue:

– Would you be tempted to do it again?

– Not right away, I’m exhausted… but yes, without hesitation!

I’m more than satisfied with this answer. This will be my last year of a BTS (Higher National Diploma)… and I have no idea that this year of residency will be very hot from start to finish.

After the end of our studies, we haven’t had the chance to see each other yet since he has a busy work schedule, but Maxence and I hope to talk often. Maxence, our friend from boarding school, and I are trying to have some nights out at a gaming bar. Nothing happened and nothing will happen between me and Antoine.

After getting Maxence’s approval, I told Antoine about the “special friendship” between Maxence and me, because I also consider Antoine a friend, since he also contributed to my year at boarding school not being a solo year.

When I explained it to him, he admitted that he suspected something was going on between Maxence and me, given the way we looked at each other and the closer we were. He ended the conversation by telling me that he didn’t mind that something had happened between Maxence and me, and that if it helped me have a good year at boarding school, he was Maxence to me.

Thanks to Julien for his ideas.

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WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between family members. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

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Chapter 2

I woke up with a splitting headache and a bone dry mouth.  I looked over at the clock and saw it was 9:30.  Jack was still passed out on his stomach, his mouth open and snoring.  Even like that the guy was hot.

Wanting to let him sleep in, I slowly slid out of bed and pulled some shorts on.  After taking a piss, I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I was surprised to see my dad was awake.  He was shirtless, wearing some white boxer briefs and an apron.  His back was to me, as he stood over a sizzling skillet of bacon while stirring scrambled eggs in a pan next to it.

“Morning, pops,” I said, making my way directly to the coffee pot.

“Morning, son.  How you feeling?” he asked, turning to greet me with open arms, pulling me into him with his muscular arms, running his hands up and down my back.

“I’ll be better after a couple cups of coffee,” I responded, noticing his musky scent.

“Greasy bacon will also help,” he joked, releasing me and flashing a smile at me.  “Jack still passed out?”

“Yeah, snoring away.  I think you kept him up too late,” I laughed, pouring my cup and taking a seat at the table where we’d played poker and he’d fucked my boyfriend the night before.

He made me a plate and set it down in front of me, taking a seat across the table.  He had a serious look on his face.

As I scarfed down a piece of crispy bacon, he looked over at me.  “Look, son, I need to tell you something.”

I looked over at him, and decided against making him squirm even more by saying it out loud.  “Dad, you guys woke me up and I saw you,” I said.

“Son, I’m so sorry.  We were just, you know, the drinks, we got caught up….”

“Relax, dad.  I’m not mad.  We have an open relationship,” I said.

He looked surprised.  “A what?”

“With me, Jack is a total top, but he loves to get fucked by older muscle daddies, which I think is hot.  We have some basic rules, and as long as he tells me about it and it’s just physical, it’s all good,” I said casually, shoveling more eggs into my mouth.

“And what about you?” he asked.

“Me?  I like to suck cocks and swallow loads,” I replied.  I must have caught him off guard because he spit his coffee out into his mug.  “What? I thought we were being open here.  I mean, you told us how you fucked the pool boy quarterback last night,” I joked.

“I know, I guess I just didn’t think I’d be hearing from my son that he likes to swallow cum,” he replied.

“And I didn’t think I’d be seeing my dad cum in my boyfriend’s ass, but here we are.  Cheers!” I laughed, holding up my coffee mug to tap against his.

“But, seriously, you’re not mad?  It won’t happen again, I swear,” he said, getting serious.

“No, not mad at all, dad.  And if you wanna do it again, that’s cool too,” I said.

And just then, I heard Jack walking in the room.  I turned to see him hobbling in, still rubbing his eyes, hair all messed up, and buck naked, his cock flopping back and forth against his muscular quads.

“Morning.  I need coffee,” he mumbled.

My dad got up to get him a mug and pour him a cup.  Jack leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek as he plopped down on the chair beside me, putting his hand on my thigh.

“Did you tell him already?” Jack asked my dad.

“Turns out he caught the show last night,” my dad replied.

Jack grinned, looking over at me.  “He does like to watch,” he said, leaning over to kiss me again.  “Your dad’s a fucking animal,” he joked.

“This is just…I don’t know…I mean, you guys just fuck around in front of each other?  Isn’t that strange?” he said, clearly thrown off by our relationship.

“Maybe it’s strange, for straight people, but it works for us.  We were both cheated on before, so we’re completely open with each other about what we want, what makes us horny.  So, yeah, we can both go out and get some ass, but I’m always gonna come home to this sexy fucker, and him to me, and we trust each other,” Jack explained, putting his arm around me.

“Hmm, your generation is very different than mine,” my dad replied.

“Umm, I don’t know about that.  I’ve messed around with plenty of hot guys your age that have the same arrangement with their husbands or partners.  You just gotta be honest with them about what you want, sexually, and figure out how to explore that,” Jack said.  “Makes the sex even hotter.”

“Well, this is not exactly how I thought the breakfast conversation would go this morning, but I have to say, I’m glad it didn’t end up the way I thought it would after last night,” he said, starting to clear off the table.  “I thought you’d both be bolting out the front door,” he joked.

“I think I’m gonna go shower off,” Jack said, standing up, revealing his cock at full mast. I caught my dad staring at his ass as he walked out of the room back to the bedroom.

“Aaaand I’m gonna go take care of that,” I joked, getting up and following him.  My dad winked at me and finished clearing the table as I followed Jack.

Jack was running the water in the shower when I walked into the bathroom.

“Babe, why have you been keeping your hot dad from me all this time??” he joked, stepping under the steaming hot water, running his hands through his hair.  I watched the beads of water slide down his smooth muscular body until they hit his rock hard cock.  “Did you see the whole thing?”

I grinned, taking off my clothes and standing in the doorway to the walk-in shower.  “I caught the last 10 minutes….and the grand finale.  I could tell you were really into it,” I said.

“It wasn’t strange, you know, seeing your dad like that?” he asked, genuinely.

“I don’t know. I mean, at first, I was staring at you, your ass, of course, and the look on your face was so hot.  But then I couldn’t help but stare at my dad’s cock, and his chest, and the rest of his body.  It, uh, kinda turned me on to be honest,” I said, looking over at him for a reaction.  Fortunately, I felt completely comfortable talking freely about my feelings like this with Jack, knowing he wouldn’t judge me.  But this was new territory for both of us.

Jack reached out for my hand, and when I took it, he forcefully pulled me into him, under the streaming hot water, our faces and bodies pressed against each other.  “That is so fucking hot what you just said,” he whispered before kissing me passionately, his tongue darting deep into my mouth as his hard cock starting to grind against mine.

“It’s not weird that I was turned on by my dad’s dick?” I asked when we both came up for breath.

“I don’t think so, babe.  Your feelings are your feelings.  You shouldn’t be ashamed of them.  I mean, would you ever…you know?” he asked, looking me in the eye.

“I’ve never even thought of him that way, to be honest.  But, when he was telling us the details of him fucking the pool boy, and then seeing him pounding your ass, I mean, it got me hard.  I shot a load on the floor watching you nurse the last drops of cum from his dick,” I said.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” he said, a ravenous look on his face, as his hands grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart so his fingers could start to tease my hole.  I knew that look, and I wanted exactly what he was about to give me.  I nodded, giving him the go ahead.

He spun me around and pinned me against the tiled wall with his muscular arm, leaning his body weight into me.  “You gonna give me that hot little ass?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, the hot water running down my face as I pretended to put up at least a meager resistance.

He kicked my feet sideways, opening my stance, and my ass, and reached over to get some bath oil to lather up his rock hard cock.

Still pinned against the wall, I felt the tip of his cock press against my hole.  God, I wanted him inside me so bad, and he knew it.  I pressed back with my ass, trying to take his head inside me.  But he pulled back.  “You do want that cock, don’t you??”

“Please, fuck me!” I begged.  I waited eagerly to feel him enter me, and when he did, I gasped, yearning for more, as he slid his dick into me, inch by inch.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled out, my scream echoing through the bathroom.

By now, I knew every type of Jack’s fucks.  And by the pace at which he was building up pounding me, I knew he had been horny all morning and had built up a huge load he needed to release, and fast.  

As he forcefully jackhammered me, he pinned my face against the wall with one hand, and smacked my bare ass hard with the other.  I loved when he got rough with me like that.  His cock was hitting my prostate at just the right angle, and when I reached down to stroke my cock, it started exploding within seconds, my milky load hitting the tile and slowly sliding down.

My orgasm must have caused my hole to contract around Jack’s cock, because he immediately started shooting a huge load deep inside me.  I felt each contraction of his dick as it shot more and more of his cum into me.  As he continued shooting, he collapsed against me, his muscular chest pressed against my back, his hot breath against my neck.  He stayed there, even after he stopped cumming, his arms wrapped around me.

“I fucking love you so much, babe,” he whispered into my ear, then moving down to gently kiss my neck.  “Nobody makes me cum as hard as you do.”

“Mmmm, I love how you feel inside me,” I responded, not wanting him to pull out.

But when he did, I turned around and got on my knees, running my fingers along the length of his beautiful cock to squeeze out the last drops of cum to lick off, much like he’d done to my father last night.

After getting the final taste of his load, I stood up, and he kissed me passionately, as we shared his essence between our mouths.  

“Mmmmhmmmmm.  Fuck! I love that fucking ass,” he joked, smacking me hard on the ass with his hand, as we both started lathering each other up as we washed off.  He was sporting his trademark after-sex grin the entire time.

After we both dried off, brushed our teeth and shaved, I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my work laptop.

“Babe, it’s Christmas,” Jack complained.

“I know.  Just let me check a few things.  We have this major deal we need to sign by the 31st,” I replied, as he rolled his eyes and went out into the living room.

Twenty minutes later he reappeared.  “Babe, your dad is gonna take me to his gym.  You wanna come?”

“It’s Christmas. Isn’t it closed?” I replied, my eyes still glued to my laptop screen.

“It’s one of those private gyms where everyone has a key and you can work out any time.  Are you gonna come or no?” he pressed, changing into a tight tank top and short workout shorts.

“You guys go.  I’m just going to finish these changes to the presentation, and then I’ll be done by the time you get back, and then no more work, I promise,” I said, looking over at him, blowing him a kiss.

He knew that I was really into my job, so never pressed me too hard or made me feel guilty for working during off hours.  He walked over, gave me a kiss on the lips before he walked out.  The guy definitely looked hot in tight fitting workout gear, so I was sad not being able to join them.  I turned back to my work, hoping to finish all the changes before they got back.  It turned out to be more work than I had expected, so I was glad that my dad was keeping him occupied for a while.

About an hour and a half later, I heard the door open as my dad and Jack entered.  It sounded like they were with someone else, but I was too focused on my screen to investigate.  I was just about to finish the last edits to my presentation and send it off to my boss, when Jack poked his head into the bedroom.

“Babe, hey!  I’ve got a surprise for you.  Come here!” he said, clearly excited, almost giddy.  I guess he wanted to give me my Christmas present.  I hit send and then slammed my laptop shut, following him out of the bedroom and into the living room.

I was surprised to see another guy standing in the room.  He was tall, probably six and a half foot, athletic, wearing a tank top and joggers, and looked like he was in his early 20s.  Just my type.

“Babe, this is Brody.  He was working out at the gym.  He’s in town from college, a volleyball player, and wasn’t quite ready to go back to his fiancé and family,” Jack said, barely able to contain the grin on his face.  “Oh, and he’s got a huge cock, just like you like,” he added.  That caused Brody and me to both chuckle, as I walked forward to shake his hand.

He made eye contact with me, and I immediately knew he was into twinks like me.  Jack saw it too.  But then again, he knew how to pick them for me.

“Why don’t you show him, Brody,” Jack suggested.

Brody didn’t hesitate to pull down his tight fitting joggers to reveal his white compression shorts, soaked in sweat so they were practically transparent.  I could see his hard cock, running all the way down his right leg.

I dropped to my knees in front of him as he pulled off his tank top, tossing it on the couch as he stood there confidently in front of all of us.  The guy had an amazing chest, with just the right amount of chest hair to make him masculine as fuck.  I slowly pulled on the waist band of his compression shorts until the base of his hard cock was visible.  I leaned in, inhaling his sweaty musky smell and flicking my tongue against his hard shaft, causing him to moan loudly.

I pulled his shorts down further until his cock was fully freed, slapping up against his abs, it had to be at least 10 inches, hard.  I glanced over at Jack, giving him a look of thanks for delivering this amazing piece of meat to me.  He was already reaching into his shorts, playing with himself as he watched me.  My dad stood next to him, his eyes wide open as he watched his son about to suck a huge cock.  Although my dad had clearly played a part in luring this guy back to the house, I don’t know if he was quite ready to watch his expert cocksucker son about to devour this guy’s dick.

I wrapped my fist around Brody’s cock, pulling it down to position his head to my lips, and slowly eased it into my mouth, massaging his cock head with my lips and tongue as it entered my mouth.  When his cock pressed against the back of my mouth, the place where most women stop, I inhaled through my nose and then released my throat, slowly taking all 10 inches of him down to the base.

“Oh my god!” Brody exclaimed as my nose was buried in his pubes.

“I told you, man. My guy can suck a dick,” I heard Jack say to him.

I felt Brody’s hands on the side of my head as I slowly slid off his huge dick.  But before it was even halfway out, he pulled me back down on it, thrusting his cock back down my throat.  When he realized I could take it without gagging, he started to slowly fuck my face, never letting his cock head escape my mouth.

“Holy shit, this twink can suck,” he exclaimed, as he continued to thrust his dick into my throat.

“I told you, bro.  Use that throat however you want it.  He can take it,” Jack encouraged him, as he pulled his shorts down and started jacking his own cock.

With that, I felt a firmer grip on my head as Brody started to accelerate the pace of his cock slamming down my throat.  I could already taste his salty precum, which got me even more horny.

And then I felt hands pulling my shorts down below my ass as I continued to suck Brody off.  When I felt a cock pressed against my hole, I knew it was Jack.  I moaned against Brody’s cock as Jack entered my hole and started to slowly fuck me, his load from early still in my ass and providing lube for his dick.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Brody said, looking down at Jack’s cock sliding into my hole as I sucked him.

And then my dad, who was now buck naked and stroking his cock watching all this, walked over and got behind Brody, his hands reaching around to play with Brody’s nipples, as he kissed his neck, causing Brody to moan even louder and lean his head back into my dad.

“Fuck, I’m about to shoot,” he warned.  And seconds later I felt his balls tighten up and his dick throb, as the first spray of his load shot down my throat.  I pulled off a little so that he’d shoot some across my tongue, letting me taste his cum.  With the amount of jizz he shot into my mouth and throat, he must have been building up for at least a couple days.  I struggled to swallow it as fast as he was filling my mouth up.  The taste of his cum sent shivers across my body, as Jack’s cock continued to pound my hole.

After Brody finished cumming in my mouth, he slowly slid his dick out.  My dad, reached around from behind and stroked his cock to squeeze any cum left in the shaft out.  Some got on my dad’s fingers, which he held out for me to lick off.

“Holy fuck, that was hot as shit, guys.  Just what I needed,” Brody said, still catching his breath.  “I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to get back home,” he said, pulling up his pants.

“Yeah, man.  No worries.  Thanks for coming over,” Jack said, still slowly pumping his dick into my ass as my dad collapsed in the chair in front of me.  “We’re here for a couple days if you wanna come back and try his other hole,” he said.

Brody got dressed and walked out the front door, leaving the three of us still horny.

I was still on all fours getting pounded by my jock boyfriend in front of my dad.

“Should I leave you boys alone?” he asked, his dick still rock hard, a large drop of clear precum oozing out of the tip.

“I think we’re gonna head to the bedroom,” Jack replied.  My dad nodded, as Jack pulled his dick out of my ass.

As we started walking toward our bedroom, he gave me a firm slap on my ass.  Before we entered our room, he turned back toward my dad and said, “Aren’t you coming?”

My dad looked over at me for a signal.  I could tell he wanted to fuck Jack again, so I nodded yes.  He jumped up so fast, his hard cock flopping around as he jogged over to us.

In the bedroom, I dropped to my knees and took Jack’s cock into my mouth, taking it all the way to the base.  My dad came up to him and leaned over to start kissing him, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths, as my dad ran his hands all over Jack’s muscular body, down to his round ass.  As I looked out of the side of my eye, I realized my dad’s dripping cock was just inches from my face.

Jack started thrusting his hips into me, and I could tell he was loving this, his dick as hard as granite in my mouth as he continued to make out with my dad.

I pulled off of him and leaned over onto the bed, displaying my twink ass for him.  “Fuck, babe!” he said, positioning himself behind me.  He reached over and grabbed the lube he’d already stashed in the side table, oiled up his cock, and slowly pushed his dick deep inside me.

“Oh shit!” I yelled out.  As many times as he’d fucked me, his huge dick still stretches me out every time.  My face was buried in the sheets as he grabbed my waist and started forcefully thrusting his cock into me, using his body weight as leverage against my ass.

“You want my hole too, daddy?” Jack said, looking over at my dad, inviting him to enjoy his ass again.

My dad, also horny as fuck as he watched my boyfriend fuck my ass, didn’t hesitate to position himself behind Jack, squirt some lube onto his own cock, and slowly push it inside my boyfriend’s ass while he was still inside me.

“Fuck, daddy!” Jack moaned as my dad penetrated his ass.  Jack resumed fucking me as my dad’s cock pushed in and out of his hole.  “Holy fucking shit, this feels fucking amazing!” he said, sandwiched between father and son.

After a couple minutes of taking Jack’s cock, I felt him slowly slide out.  I decided to flip over on my back and caught the view of my dad’s muscular arms wrapped around my jock boyfriend’s ripped body from behind. Jack’s head was turned to the side, as he and my dad kissed passionately.  I couldn’t help by reach down and stroke my cock as I watched their sensual embrace, my dad manhandling my stud boyfriend.

When they broke free, Jack looked down lustfully at me.  I could tell from the look on his face that he was up to something.

He hopped up on the bed and laid down in the center, motioning for me to get on one side of him.  I complied and started kissing him and running my hand over his muscular sweaty chest.  He motioned for my dad to get on his other side.  He watched as Jack and I kissed, reaching over to tease Jack’s nipple.

Jack then grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down to work his left nipple, doing the same to my dad, until both of us were working his diamond hard nips, causing him to moan and squirm underneath us.  “Harder,” he said, causing each of us to bite even harder on his nipples.  I knew that would get his cock even harder.

He then pushed our heads lower, as we both kissed Jack’s ripped torso, running our tongues along each peak and valley of his abs and obliques, slowly moving lower.  I could see his dick twitching in anticipation out of the corner of my eye.

We both reached his crotch, my dad’s eyes meeting mine, with my boyfriend’s cock in between us.  I had never seen such a lustful look on my dad’s face as he made a move to take Jack’s head into his mouth.  Seeing my dad suck a dick from just inches away was not something I was expecting this trip, but from the loud moaning coming from my boyfriend’s mouth, I knew he was really getting off on it.

I moved down to Jacks’ smooth shaven balls, flicking my tongue across his sack, and then taking one of his balls into my mouth like I knew he liked.  My dad was now full on throating Jack’s cock, his saliva slowly dripping down his shaft toward his balls as I continued to caress his testicle in my mouth, feeling his hips start to involuntarily thrust as my dad and I worshiped his manhood.

He pulled out of my dad’s mouth and positioned both of us on each side of his shaft, pushing us toward it, until both our lips were sliding up and down each side of his cock.  Again, my dad made eye contact with me as Jack started to thrust his cock up and down, wedged between our lips and tongues, holding our heads firmly, like he was fucking a fleshlight.

I could feel my dad’s warm breath as my boyfriend’s cock continued to slide across our mouths.  It didn’t take long before Jack’s abs started flexing and his breathing pick up.  “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cummmmmmmmm!” he yelled out, just as his body convulsed and his cock jerked, a thick warm volley of cum bursting out of his throbbing cock head.

Instinctively, both my dad and I moved our mouths up to the tip of his dick to catch my boyfriend’s cum, causing our open mouths and tongues to meet, just as Jack sprayed another stream of his load into our mouths.  Caught up in the moment, we just started to make out, our tongues darting into each other’s mouths, covered in my boyfriend’s cum.  My dad’s thick but firm lips overpowered mine, as his stubble gently scratched my face.

Jack kept shooting, and my dad and I caught every drop, sharing it between our never-ending kiss, his hand even sliding onto the back of my neck, pulling me into him, with Jack’s cock still wedged between our lips.

“Holy fucking shit, that is so god damn hot!” Jack yelled out, looking down and watching this unfold, his cock still rock hard even after he finally stopped cumming.

My dad and I eventually broke free, sitting up and leaning back to sit on the bed, looking over at each other, trying to read any signals from the other, as I continued to try and process what just happened.

Jack broke the awkward silence, sitting up and wrapping his arms around both of us.

“Why are you guys so quiet? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.  I wish somebody had been filming that!” he said, grinning ear to ear.

“Son, I hope that…” he started, clearly worried he’d messed something up with me.

“Dad, it’s ok, really…” I said, reassuring him.

Jack, trying to pull our feelings out, continued.  “Daddy, be honest.  Did you enjoy making out with your son?” he asked, bluntly.

He cleared his throat before responding.  “Yeah, I did.”

“Babe, did you like it?” he asked, looking over at me.

“Well, I already knew that anyways,” he said, laughing.

“And how’s that?” my dad asked.

“Look at your cocks,” he said, as we all looked down and realized both my dad and I were hard as rocks, and both dripping precum.  We all laughed, and finally relaxed as the tension eased.

Jack reached out and grabbed both of our cocks, first, leaning over to kiss my dad, getting a taste of his own load, and then over to me.  He kissed my neck, moving up to my right ear.  After flicking his tongue against my ear lobe, he whispered softly to me, “I want to watch him fuck you,” and then pulled away, grinning at me.

He bent down and took my dad’s cock into his mouth, causing him to lean his head back and moan.  As my dad exhaled, his upper body naturally flexed, and I started to realize just how sexy he is.   Seeing my boyfriend bobbing up and down on his cock was making me so fucking horny.

I edged closer to him, and hesitantly reached out to touch his hairy muscular chest.  He looked me in the eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling it against his warm sweaty body.  The contact sent electric shocks across my entire body as I was feeling my dad in that way for the first time.

While Jack continued to blow him, my dad wrapped his muscular arm around me, pulling me into him until our naked bodies were pressed against each other.  My hand ran down his hairy ripped body, as his slowly edged down my back until his hand was cupping my round perky ass.

He leaned in to kiss me again, this time even more passionately and with less trepidation, with periodic moans echoing through our mouths as Jack hit the right spot on his cock.  Jack reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock as he continued to suck my dad.  I could tell from his heavy breathing that my dad was getting really worked up, and so was I.

Jack let my dad’s cock slide out of his mouth.  Wiping the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand, he laid back on the bed, his cock at full mast, and motioned for me to come to him.  I broke free of my dad’s embrace and crawled on top of my muscular stud of a boyfriend until our chests were pressed against each other and our lips locked.

Jack’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into him, and his hands quickly found my ass.  He loved squeezing my butt, and as he firmly grabbed my ass cheeks, he gently pulled them apart, the tip of his fingers lightly teasing my hole.  I moaned into his mouth and started grinding my cock into his.

But then I felt two more strong hands on my ass, pulling them apart even more.  When my dad’s tongue first came in contact with my hole, I gasped loudly a Jack held me in his firm embrace.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled out.  Jack had a sly grin on his face as he watched me writhe in pleasure as my dad ate my ass.  I could feel his stubble against my ass while his strong tongue darted in and out of my hole, teasing me.  I wanted more.

And then I felt my dad’s body slowly lower onto mine until I was sandwiched between the two of them, his muscular chest pressed against my back.  My dad started gently kissing the side and back of my neck, his hand running down the side of my body.  And then his hard cock pressed between my cheeks as he started slowly grinding it into my ass, his saliva serving as lube.

“You want your dad to fuck you, babe?” Jack asked me as I pressed my ass into my dad’s crotch.

“Yes,” I muttered between my uncontrollable moaning.  “Please, dad!”

It didn’t take him long to reach down and position his throbbing cock against my hole, already wet with his saliva.  He slowly pressed into me, and I felt each inch of his cock as it stretched my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled out, as my dad continued to push his cock deep inside me.  Jack watched my face, the look of absolute lust in his eyes.

“God you feel so good, son,” my dad whispered into my ear as he was fully inside me, his balls pressed against my smooth ass.

I turned to the side to kiss him as he started to slowly pull out halfway and thrust it back in.  The feel of his tongue on mine, his heavy breathing and his huge cock pressed against my prostate was too much to handle, and my cock started gushing cum onto Jack’s cock that was still pressed against mine.

“Oh my god!” I yelled out, my body convulsing in euphoria.

My dad paused as I continued to orgasm, my ass clenching his cock deep inside me.

“Fuck, son.  Nice.  You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No.  Keep fucking me, dad!” I replied, still dizzy from the intense orgasm he’d just given me.

That was the answer he was hoping for, and he quickly resumed pushing his cock in and out of my ass, accelerating the pace and the force with each thrust.

“Don’t hold back, sir.  He can take it,” Jack encouraged him.

“Good, cuz I’m not done with this hot ass,” my dad replied, his waist smacking against my ass as he slammed his body down on mine.

While my dad continued to jackhammer my ass, Jack slid up until my face was in his crotch and positioned his cock, still dripping with my cum, in front of my face.

“Eat your load off my cock,” he instructed me.  I loved when he let his dominate side come out.

I smiled, and started to slowly lick my load off his hard dick, savoring the taste of my own cum, as Jack looked down at me, while also steeling glances of my dad’s cock ramming into my ass.

I got up on my knees, as my dad continued fucking me forcefully from behind, his arms wrapped around my chest, while Jack kissed me and pinched my nipples.  Jack then guided me down to get on all fours, with him reinserting his cock into my mouth as my dad continued pounding me from behind.

I felt my dad’s hands firmly grab my waist, as he guided my ass back into his cock with each thrust.  As he slammed into me, it caused my body to shake and to lurch forward and Jack’s cock to jam deeper into my throat.

“Fuck yeah, daddy.  Pound your boy’s ass!” I heard Jack say.  I loved when he got into it like that.  I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, letting me know he was enjoying watching me get destroyed by my dad.  My dick was already hard again from the sensation of being spit roasted by these two studs.

“I’m getting close, guys,” my dad proclaimed, still rhythmically fucking my ass deeply.  I clenched my ass around his cock, a trick I’d developed with Jack to make him cum even harder.  It only took two more thrusts after that before I felt the first explosion of his load inside me.

“Fuuuuuckkkkkk!” my dad yelled out in his deep voice, his hands clenching my waist, holding my ass onto his dick as he continued depositing his thick warm load into his son’s ass.

Watching my dad cum inside me was enough to set Jack off as well.  He grabbed his cock and stroked it a couple times, causing it to erupt, his load blasting me in the face and into my open mouth as he also moaned out.

It felt like my dad had pumped a gallon of jizz into my ass before he collapsed down on top of me, causing me to fall down flat on my stomach, my head resting in Jack’s lap, his cock pressed against my face.

I could feel my dad’s sweaty hairy chest pressed against my back as he ran his hand up the side of my body, sending chills across my skin.  He gently kissed my neck, moving up to my cheek until our lips met.  We kissed sensually, swapping the taste of Jack’s cum that still coated my lips.

“Mmmm, damn, boys.  That was some fucking hot sex,” he said, as he pulled away from me, gently tussling my hair.  I gasped as he slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, feeling some of his load leak out.

“I’ll say!” Jack said, leaning up to kiss my dad, and then down to kiss me.

I rolled over onto my back, looking up at my dad, his muscles flexing with each breath, and his large semi-erect cock dangling over his balls.

He looked down at me, our eyes meeting, as he grinned.  He then noticed my hard cock.

“Looks like we still have some business to finish,” he said.  And before I knew it, he bent down and took my entire cock into his mouth, down to the base.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped, both surprised but also at the sensation of my dad’s warm throat around my dick.

“Fuck yeah!” Jack exclaimed, reaching down to play with my nipples as we both watched my dad bob up and down on my rock hard cock.  I would have loved to watch my dad blow me for an hour, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.  I started writhing in pleasure as my orgasm built up even stronger, having just cum minutes ago.

And then my balls tightened and my dick exploded into my dad’s mouth.  He continued going up and down on my cock, never letting the head escape his mouth, only small beads of my cum escaping from the corners of his mouth.

After he squeezed out the last drops of my load with his tongue, he looked up at me from my crotch, and flashed the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.

“He likes to taste it afterward,” Jack chimed in.

My dad didn’t hesitate and crawled up over my body until our lips were locked once again, his tongue darting into my mouth, the strong taste of my load filling my mouth.

When out mouths parted, he sat back on the bed, looking down at Jack and me, as he wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Well, I’ll let you all wash up, and I’ll go make us some lunch.  I’m starved after all that,” he said, chuckling.  Then he got a serious look on his face.  “You boys ok?  I mean, with what just happened?”

“Oh we’re better than good, daddy,” Jack joked, causing my dad to smile.

“Yeah, dad.  Really, it’s all good,” I said, reassuring him.

He nodded and walked out, both of us staring at his ass as it flexed and bounced with each step.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jack said, wrapping his muscular arms around me from behind as we sat up against the head board in the bed.

“That was crazy,” I said, leaning my head back into him, inhaling his musky smell, sweat mixed with sex.

“You ok with everything that happened?” he asked me, getting serious.  “All joking aside, we don’t have to let that happen again.”

“No, I’m not saying that.  I’m just still processing that I just had a three-way with my boyfriend and my dad,” I said.  “I mean….it was hot as fuck.”

“Yeah it was. Watching you get railed by your stud of a dad…best Christmas present ever!”

“Are you serious?” I said, looking over my shoulder at him, feeling his dick against my back getting hard.

“What, babe?!  That’s what the men in your family do to me,” he laughed.  “Do you happen to have any hot uncles?”

I laughed, getting up out of the bed, suddenly realizing how much my dad had stretched my ass out, as I hobbled my way to the bathroom to get into the shower.

“You know we’re never leaving this house,” he joked, hopping up to follow me into the bathroom.

To be continued….. 

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Dylan pulled away and began to open his pants pushing them down and freeing his hard cock from inside his briefs. “Stand behind me,” Dylan said, and I moved behind him. Dylan took my hand and wrapped it around his body, then placed it on the base of his cock. “Hold it while I piss,” Dylan said. Before I could respond, a jet of piss erupted from the boy’s cock head splashing warm pee onto the ground in front of him.

I buried my head in the shearling collar of the boy’s coat, feeling the warmth of the material and the smell of the leather. When the pee stopped flowing, I began to slowly stroke the boy’s hard cock. I felt the boy press his body into mine as my fingers caressed the shaft of his dick.

Once again, Dylan pulled away from me, leaving me standing there waiting. “Suck it,” Dylan said, and his voice sounded demanding. I looked at him for a second then sank to my knees in front of him. I looked up at the boy standing before me and took his hard cock towards my lips. There was a mild lingering smell of fresh piss, as it passed under my nose and into my mouth.

Dylan placed his hands on my head and began to work his dick in and out of my mouth. Each hip thrust forced the boy’s cock harder and deeper into my mouth. “Fuck yeah man, your mouth is hot,” Dylan hissed as he continued fucking my mouth.

I placed a hand on his legs and held on to steady myself as he continued his rough assault on my mouth. My free hand worked its way up his body, feeling the warmth of the shearling fur on my hand as I reached for his nipple. My fingers closed on it through the cotton t-shirt, and I began to press my forefinger and thumb on the tip. The boy hissed and I felt his body become rigid. He stopped thrusting into my mouth and his dick seemed to spasm.

I felt the head of his cock swell in the back of my throat, then the warm, salty-sweet taste of cum began to flow. I locked my lips on his shaft and began to swallow the boy’s thick, generous load as he pumped it into me. The boy shuddered and I hungrily swallowed the last drops from his cock.

The boy backed up against the tree, his dick slipping from my mouth. I stood up and watched him pant as he slowly recovered from the intense orgasm. I stepped closer and he pulled me to him, placing his lips on mine. His tongue darted into my mouth tasting the fresh cum on my breath.

I ran my lips over his, allowing his tongue to explore and taste the cum, then I began to kiss down over his chin and down his neck, nuzzling my face into the thick shearling and smelling the rich leather smell. I moved my hands down his body, then into the t-shirt, lifting it to reveal his body, then I pulled the front of the shirt higher and pushed it over his head so that it was tucked behind him.

I stepped back to look at him, his young, smooth, bare body was framed by the thick leather and shearling coat, and I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed him roughly and turned him away from me so that he faced the tree, then I stepped behind him bringing my hands to his hips. I began to run my hard cock up and down his smooth ass crack. The boy pulled away from me. “No,” he said, but I was too far gone, I was beyond excited and lost in my desire to have him.

I grabbed him again and turned him to the tree. I was bigger and stronger and I was determined to have him. The only thing on my mind was to feel the boy’s smooth young ass wrapped around my hard cock. I held him with one hand around his waist, then took my hard dick in my free hand and brought it to his ass. “I need this,” I grunted, my voice sounding like a wild animal. “Please don’t,” The boy whimpered, but I noticed he wasn’t fighting me very hard.

“You know you want this, boy,” I said, feeling like this was just a game for him. Holding my dick by the shaft I pushed the tip into his hole, then fed my cock into his tight warm ass. The boy spread his legs as far as the pants around his ankles would allow, and then he bent forward holding onto the tree.

I began to feed my dick into his hole, trying not to push too fast or too hard. Slowly, with as much patience as I could muster, I slid deeper into him, until I felt the cold lobes of his ass against my groin. My hard dick was enveloped in his warm hole sending waves of energy through my body.

“Fuck boy, your ass is so damn tight,” I moaned, and I heard my voice reverberating into the dark cold woods. I wrapped my hand around his waist and felt for his cock. It was rock hard and when I touched it the boy let out a soft moan. I slid my hand lower, feeling the boy’s balls. They felt cold and were nestled up close to his body. I wrapped my fingers around them and began to tug them downward.

I let his balls go and reached for my necktie. Quickly unknotting it with one hand and pulled on it, freeing it from my shirt collar. I brought the soft silk tie in front of the boy and began to wrap it under his balls and around the shaft of his cock, then tugged on the ends with my hand.

Holding the silk tie, I placed my hands on his waist touching the soft, thick leather, as I began to move my dick, pulling it slowly out of the boy’s ass, the cool air surrounded my cock. Then just as slowly I pushed it back into the boy.

I could not hold back any longer. I wanted this, no, I was past “want” I needed to have this. I grasped the boy tightly and began to drive my dick into his ass. I began pounding him harder and harder, driving my dick into him without any discretion. The sloshing sounds of the intense fuck echoed through the dark cold woods.

My body surged with energy as my dick continued to fill the deepest parts of the boy’s ass. The boy began to moan, synchronizing it with each deep thrust. Sweat began to drip down my forehead and back as I continued my attack on the boy’s ass. I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted this to last as long as possible.

I slowed my pace and held the boy still. Then I pulled the boy upright with my dick still deeply implanted in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him hearing the crackle of the jacket and filling my nose with the intense smell of leather. I pulled the boy’s head to one side and brought my mouth to his. With my free hand, I grasped his hard cock. The tie held the cock hard, and his balls pulled up tightly.

I moved my fingers to the tip of the boy’s cock. Precum oozed, wet, cold, and slippery as I dragged it down over the shaft. With my hand slicked with precum, I began to slowly jerk the boy’s cock while my free hand held his head towards me. My mouth hungrily explored his as I stroked and teased his hard cock.

The boy moaned and waves of pleasure seemed to riffle through his body. I stroked his cock and began to pull my dick back out of his ass, trying to time both movements together. The boy began to help by sliding his dick into my hand, synchronizing our rhythm.

I pulled my lips from his and buried my face into the thick shearling collar as I grasped him even tighter. I could feel my balls rolling up and my breathing became ragged. The boy’s cock swelled and thickened in my hand as we both began to pant like dogs fucking in the woods.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” the boy moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me,” he groaned, his voice so loud now I thought someone might hear him. It was too late for me to care, I was close to filling the boy with my cum. “Fuck, I am so close,” I grunted. I placed a hand on the middle of the boy’s back and pushed him slightly forward as my dick began to drive hard once again deep into him. This time, there was no holding back. This time, I could not slow down or stop, not until I had that final sweet release.

I pushed hard, and as deep as I could go. I felt as if I were lifting the boy up from his hole as I swelled inside him. My body became rigid, and I felt my balls shift. I felt the cum as it was jetting from my cock, deep inside the boy. The intense wave of orgasm followed a split second later and washed through every part of my body. My muscles tightened and every fiber became alive.

As cum filled the boy’s ass, I felt his cock swell in my hand. The boy covered my hand with his hand, moving our hands faster and harder. The boy twisted as his orgasm took over his body. I moved my free hand to the tip as cum began to pour from his cock head, splashing my hand with warm cream.

When he had finished, the boy held my hand, preventing me from stroking him. We both stayed together, panting, and heaving from the intense orgasms. I brought my cum soaked fingers up to the boy’s mouth and placed them on his lips. The boy stuck his tongue out and began to lick up some of the cum, then he turned to me and pressed his lips to mine. The smell of the wet cum mixed with the smell of the leather and I quickly sucked his fingers clean.

Reluctantly, I allowed my dick to slip from the warm recesses of the boy’s ass. Cold air once again surrounded my wet cock. I pulled up my shorts and tucked my semi-hard cock into the cotton material then pulled up my dress slacks.

The boy turned to me, and I saw the tie still wrapped around his hard cock and balls. The boy reached down and began to pull it free. “Sorry, I think I got some cum on it,” He said, sheepishly. I took the tie and smiled. “Maybe I can use it on you again?” I asked. The boy smiled, then began to pull his pants up and pulled his shirt back over his body. We kissed one last time before the boy led us back out of the woods. I checked my watch to see when the next bus would come along as I watched the boy walk down the street and into the distance.

Twice a month for a solid year we sucked, licked, skull fucked, and ate each others ass, one on one and 69. I was 34, 5-10/155, 6.5c, and single. He was 23, 5-9/150, 7c, and single. We had met one night while cruising a park in the mid-sized town where we both lived. It was always at my place. We never talked much. He came over for one thing: sex. Oral sex. Everything oral. Everything.

I couldn’t have been happier about it. Male/male oral sex is a gift from the gods, and he and I were very good enjoying that gift to the max. No role playing. Just sex. Pure sex. He’d service me, I’d cum, and then I’d service him, and he’d cum, and then we’d take about twenty mintues to recycle and do it all over again, except we’d do it 69. He liked that best, loved 69 cocksucking, ball licking and eating and tonguing each other’s ass. And during all that, not a single word was spoken by either one of us. One year of that, one solid year.

And then it suddenly stopped. For eleven years I tried to find him. We had not exchanged phone numbers, and as it turned out, he had given me a ficticious surname. I’d cruise around looking for him. Never ran into him. It puzzled me. Where was he? Why had he stopped coming over?

So one afternoon eleven years later, I’m one of three or four people sitting at the bar in a Mexican restaurant, same town. This guy walks in and sits down with one empty stool between us. Turns out it’s him. Where’s he been? Said he got married two weeks after we had last been together. Moved out of state, he said, but now was back in town. Divorced. Would I like to get together? Sure. So we wind up at my house. (I was still single.)

He says he has some brand new video equipment in his car, would I like to have sex on video?. Sounds great. First, he sets it up and videos us doing it all over again, what we had done for that solid year. And then, later that same day, we move back to the den, where he plugs it into my TV. I sit low on the couch, spead my legs, and watch it on TV while he licks my balls and sucks my cock. I have a huge orgasm.

And then it’s his turn. Same scene, except I’m on my knees sucking and licking and eating ass. And this time, he’s noisy, unlike eleven years earlier, when he never spoke a word (nor did I) during sex. “Suck me, suck my cock,” he’d say over and over now. He tells me to lick his balls, eat his ass, and I’d give it all I had. I loved his cock. Perfect, ramrod staight, perfect size. I loved tonguing his ass, eating that ass, rimming him, and he’d moan and cum again while I was rimming him. 

And then, after about two more sessions of all that, video and all, over a period of a few weeks, he disappeared again. That was a long time ago, but I think about him often, as I do certain other guys, guys I’ve had long, extremely satisfying oral sessions with. Everything imaginable. “Suck” is the most the most beautiful word in the language. And it is there anything more exciting than someone licking your balls while another guy is sucking your cock? Well, actually there is: being rimmed and sucked off at the same time. Oh, I have lots of stories. So stay tuned; I’ll be back.

The Joining

Things were pretty good. But there were the occasional bumps in the road. And there were the regular things you had to do. The tribe knew us by now. We came into town more than I did before. We went to have dinner and get some things done one day. Trego was a beautiful town. The surrounding landscape drew people even when the slopes weren’t running. There were shops and a coffee bar.

Ben looked at his reflection. “Man, I need a haircut.”

I chuckled. “Well, you’re no longer in the Army. The Universal Code of Military Justice’s regulations for haircuts doesn’t apply now.” I ran fingers in his hair. “Besides, there are times I need something to pull on.” I grabbed a little of his hair pulling him to me.

“Yes.” He grimaced. “I don’t like it too long.” He glanced around. “Trudi did a good job last time. I’ll go to her.”

I nodded. “Sure.”

And we were so used to doing it now. He    leaned in and kissed me.

We heard the gasp of a woman. Ben and I glanced up to see a woman, late thirties with blonde hair staring at us in horror. A tourist. Not a local.

“You’re up here, too?” She asked in disbelief. The accent put her in Wisconsin or near there. Then Walter, always showing up at the right moment, was coming by in uniform. “You allow them here?” She practically yelled at Walter.

Walter looked at us, then at this woman puzzled. “We allow all kinds of people. No restrictions.”

“Fags!” The woman corrected. “There are fags up here!”

Walter’s smile just grew, and only because I knew him, did I know he was pissed. You could see it in his eyes. He knew what she’d meant when she said it the first time, but grinned. “Sure they’re up here and honored members of this community. They live here.” He winked at us. “And we fags are everywhere.” Then he smiled patiently. “We allow Catholics, Muslims, Atheists, and Jews here, too. The enlightened and the ignorant.” Her eyes grew when he pointedly said ignorant meaning her. “And we prefer the term two spirited here. Not fag. If you’d contacted us before you came, we could have told you all were welcome here. Including fags. In the future, you should probably contact someone where you intend to go, to be sure the wrong people won’t be there when you arrive. We have internet here too, so you don’t need to send smoke signals anymore.”

She snorted and walked on. Walter came over smiling. “My friends.”

I shook my head. “You enjoyed that.” I grinned.

Walter nodded. “Immensely.” He looked back as the woman glanced back to confirm Walter was still talking to us. “I think people like that are poisonous to the human race.” He growled. “She’s one of those who probably call us Indians or wetbacks. All because some crazy Italian didn’t know where the hell he was. Indians, hah! The West Indies? He was lost and a buffoon.”

Ben chuckled. “He was indeed.” He took my hand.

“You should see him deal with Spring Break college students who have gotten a little rowdy or just broken laws,” I said to Ben. “This man can really give the evil eye. I swear you can hear the war drums.”

Ben grinned.

“Walter? Howard Clear River, would he perform a wedding?” I asked.

Walter’s smile grew. “Finally got to the right path, have you?”

Ben grinned back. “Well, yeah…some of us are bull-headed.”

Walter chuckled. “It’s not your fault. Being handicapped as you are.”

“Handicapped?” Ben asked.

“You can’t help it. You were born white.” Walter grinned.

“Would he do it?” I asked, ignoring his light banter.

“Of course.” Walter nodded. “And of course it will be a Niitsitapi ceremony.”

Ben and I nodded. “That’s what we wanted,” Ben said.

Walter did a victory elbow thrust. “Yes!” Signifying we saw the light Walter intended us to at last.

“And it will be legal.” Ben clarified. “Not that it matters too much about that, but there are benefits Eric qualifies for as my spouse where the military is concerned. My pension….if the unthinkable happens.”

“Sure.” Walter nodded. “Have you told Sally?”

I shook my head. “She’s next. I wanted to tell you first.”

Walter gave a slight bow. “I’m honored.”

“Is there a best man in the Niitsitapi Ceremony?” I asked.

Walter gave a considering nod. “There is a man of honor. Traditionally it could be the father of the groom.”

“My father is dead,” I said. “Would you do that for us?” I hurried on. “You have been such a good friend to me, then to Ben, you’ve been a good friend to him as well.”

I never thought I’d catch Walter by surprise, or leave him speechless. His mouth dropped open and then his face grew so serious. “You’re asking me to stand in this place of honor?” He said it with such reverence.

Ben looked a little confused. “Well, if it means what I think, I would say no one deserves it more. It was your words that brought us together and counsel. I think no one is better.”

“And who could help us put together the Medicine Bundle better?” I asked.

Ben looked more confused. “Medicine bundle?”

I nodded. “It is a power that will bind us together.”

“And this works?” Ben asked. “Not that we need it, but if it works, who cares?”

Walter nodded. “It’s worked for Al and me for twenty years.” He nodded again. “It would be an honor. I accept. I’ll start to gather the things we’ll need for the bundle. Nothing will split you up.” Walter declared.

“Works for me.” Ben nodded.

“Is she still looking?” Walter asked without checking himself.

My eyes darted over to the woman who was still trying to work out if Walter was going to do something with us or was he serious about him being two-spirited. “Yep, I think you blew her mind when you said you were one of us.”

“There really wasn’t much to blow,” Walter said sadly. “So let’s blow it a little more.” He stepped up to Ben and put his arms around him and kissed him. Then came to me, gave me a dip and kissed me hard. Standing me up again.

“Why did he get dipped and I only get a kiss?” Ben smiled but in protest.

Walter shook his head not understanding why Ben didn’t get it. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? I’d get a hernia. You’re huge!” Then he smiled and kissed Ben again. “Now, you’ve had two. Satisfied? Is she looking now?”

I chuckled. “She ran.” I took Ben’s hand again. “I always knew you would be a good kisser.”

Walter waved it off. “That wasn’t even my best.” Then he hugged both of us. “I love you both. Come by.”

I nodded and waved as Walter walked off whistling.

Ben shook his head. “Is he always this crazy?”

“Absolutely,” I answered. “He is a very happy man.”

Ben cupped a hand near his mouth and put a little breath out. “Hope my breath wasn’t bad.”

“You kissed me right before Walter kissed you and now you’re worried about bad breath?”

“Well? Do I?” Ben asked.

Using my unclasped hand I turned his face to me and kissed him deeply. Then I patted him lightly on the face. “You’re fine.” Then leading him toward Trudi’s. “Let’s get that haircut.”

While we there, I decided to get one too. During that time Ben talked with me.

“I have to hand it to Walter. He’s right about so much.” Ben said. “Napi, or whoever has been telling him things that proved to be true. Are you expecting me to convert or something?”

“With the Niitsitapi, it’s not so much as a religion as a way of life,” I answered. “There’s no converting.”

Trudi laughed when she heard this. Then stopped herself. “I’m sorry, but Napi doesn’t care if you believe in him or not. He is. It’s that simple.”

“Well,” Ben grinned. “I’m new here, so I just want to figure things out.”

“We found a place where they don’t judge us. They accepted us for who we are.” I shrugged. “I was raised Baptist. They would never accept us. So, since I’m here, yes, I’ll be one of them.”

Trudi turned Ben around so he could see what she’d done. “Personally, I think you two are a cute couple.”

 

That evening we went by the house where Howard Clear River lived. I rang the bell and heard the door open immediately.

“How good to see you, Eric.” Howard greeted smiling. He was a more traditional Native American. He wore more native clothing and wore his hair long. In his late fifties with a weather-worn face. “And you must be Ben. Good to meet you at last.” He said extending his hand to Ben.

“You’ve heard of me?” Ben asked surprised.

Howard nodded and laughed. “It’s a small community. We all know of the man Eric rescued from the snow and fell in love. It’s quite a story.” Then he turned to me. “You should write it down. No greater inspiration that a life you’ve lived.”

I nodded. “Well, that’s part of the reason we’re here.”

“Eric and I want to marry. We hoped you’d do it.” Ben said.

Howard’s face told me he knew already. His smile told me he would. “I will be proud to. Just tell me when and we’ll take care of it.” Then he looked at Ben. “Are you here to ask about joining the tribe, as well?”

“No, but can I? You certainly don’t do it for the general public.” Ben asked.

“No.” Howard shook his head. Then he motioned for us to come in. “Tribal Membership was usually by birth or some great deed. Have some percentage of Native American blood.” He motioned for us to sit. “In Eric’s case, he did a great work for us.”

Ben looked at me. “What did you do?”

“These people have songs they pass down. That’s how they record history. I just put those songs down on paper.” I shrugged.

Howard grinned. “It was much more than that. He brought attention to our many problems and offered solutions which are ongoing. He did it asking nothing in return. That and his invitation by Walter sealed it since he is a tribal elder. And he’s been one of us before he came here. He, by invitation and deed. You, Ben, were invited by Napi himself. Your steps were guided here.”

“We’re not talking about membership by marriage, then?” I asked.

Howard nodded. “This is a separate invitation. You can join by marriage. You don’t have to join at all. Napi sensed a soul that was lost, brought you here. That is your invitation. It is your choice.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really?” I marveled. “Invited by Old Man himself.” I reached out to Ben. “Can I touch you now?”

Ben grinned at me. “If you do, there are other people around.” He kissed me quickly. “Is there something I should prepare for? Some ritual?”

Howard grinned. “There is. So, you want to join?”

Ben looked around, but not at the house. He sighed. “For years I was looking for somewhere I could belong. I never found it until I came here. Yes. I want to join.”

“Be clear about this,” Howard said. “You will be a part of the tribe when you marry Eric. That is the simplest way. If you choose to join on your own, you will be tested, not by man, but by the spirits and Napi himself. They will determine if you are worthy.”

Ben’s face got serious. “No. I want to join.”

Howard slapped his hands on his knees. “Splendid. Being a part of the tribe is less about the color of your skin, but what you have…” he patted his chest over his heart. “…in here. You were a warrior. Still, are. You have a warrior’s heart. You are a good soul. We’ll be happy to consider you one of us.”

Ben grinned. “Thank you.”

“We can do it before the wedding if you like,” Howard suggested. “In a month?”

“Walter needs to get some things together for our medicine bundle. So, no rush.” I explained.

“I’ll get things ready.”

 

Ben and I now walked through town. Gone were the worries about anyone seeing that Ben had my hand. I swear it all seemed to be clearer now. Perception again.

“You may think I’m silly about this…” I began.

Ben looked at me with a smile. “What?”

“I feel…” I struggled to think. “…more at home here than I did when we got back.” I waved at the town. “We’re home!”

Ben nodded. “Yes. God, I feel so…free.” He sighed. “Thank you, Napi!” He shouted to the sky. “Suddenly this whole….weight has been lifted. Things are so much brighter, clearer….I don’t know.” He waved a woman that smiled and waved to us first. “See? I swear the people who live here are even friendlier.”

Then I remembered. “Oh, god, we didn’t tell Sally.”

Ben’s face fell. “Oh, no.” He started hurrying, pulling me along. “We need to get there.”

 

When we entered the Trading Post, Sally was tapping her foot impatiently. Arms crossed and looking a bit put out.

“I’m sorry, Sally.” I hurriedly said. “We intended to tell you, but we needed to see Howard Clear River, got caught up there.”

“Then Howard invited me to join the tribe…” Ben hurried to tell it was partly because of him.

Now Sally’s eyes grew in amazement. The anger is gone. “You’re joining the tribe!?” She asked excitedly hopping like a little girl as she clapped her hands.

Ben shrugged. “I joined the Boy Scouts and the Army. I’ll join the tribe.”

She launched herself at Ben hugging him. “Welcome, welcome, brother.”

Ben laughed as she rocked him. “I’ve not joined yet. Maybe I won’t pass the mustard.”

“You will,” Sally said confidently. “When Walter told me he’s been asked by you two to stand for you at the wedding, he assumed I knew.” She explained. “I was mortified. But this makes it all better.” She smiled.

“And you have to be there,” I told her.

“Try and stop me.” Then she brightened. “I’ll even get the wedding set up!”

I frowned. “Shouldn’t we do that?”

Sally shook her head. “No. The women of the tribe do that. It’s a tradition.”

Far be it from me to go against tradition.

         

 

Word of the upcoming Joining and Wedding spread. Like Howard said, it’s a small community.

Ben got his first glimpse of Hagrid. As always, the bear was far enough away he posed no threat. But Hagrid looked at us but kept going. Life was now becoming as it would be. Ben did a lot around the place. He did look for the right job. And of course, Walter stated he could use some help, and since Ben had a degree in Criminal Justice and experience in the Army, he became an assistant deputy. And that was strange at first. Ben and I had become inseparable. Now, he was off to work on duty. He worked the night shift. Another problem. So, I changed my sleep schedule. I started writing again and made use of private time to do that. Out Magazine, the Advocate and other magazines were all was in search of a good story or article.

Montana did get warm in the Summer. And soon came the scratch on our door.

Ben went and opened the door. Koot trotted in as if he’d never been gone.

“Koot! Great to see you.” Ben greeted. “Sired a few pups I bet.”

Koot just whined and lay down as if he were exhausted. Being a father, maybe he was.

The cabin only had two windows, one in the front and one in the kitchen I kept the door open as well, that was more for allowing a draft through than for light. It was on July 1st. By mid-morning, it was just not cool at all and I couldn’t think to write. Knowing Ben was going to be back, depending on what he had to do at the end of his shift, I left a note telling where I was going and how to get there. It was warm, but the river was always cold, and I needed relief. I had writer’s block and it was too hot to just sit. I went down and stripped and dove in. Nothing like a skinny dip. There was no one around, really, so no problem. Even if there were, I would still do it. I lived here. That first plunge always took my breath away. The water was cold. I was in only a few minutes when.

Things were not always serene up here. It was a dangerous world and sometimes those dangers appeared here. This one was in human form naturally.

“A naked man in the river.”

Looking up, I saw a man I didn’t know. But it was clear by his tone he was not just passing by, nor did he stop to say hello. He saw an opportunity to do….I don’t know, but it wasn’t good.

“And all alone.” The man said the smile on his face was not friendly. “I watched you arrive. I saw you strip and dive in. It’s been a few minutes. No one around.”

“Good theory. But about to be proven false.” I saw something move behind him. “You see, I’m not alone at all.” I pointed behind him. “There’s him.”

The man turned to see the large grey wolf, who also sensed the man was not being friendly and was bearing his teeth and growling.

“And there’s him.” I pointed again.

“I can’t say you’re on private property, because this is a National Forest and open to everyone.” Ben began and pulled his badge like he didn’t have on his uniform. “Kindly empty your bag.” Ben’s right hand resting on his holstered gun.

The man backed away.

“I would do as Deputy Johnson asks,” I said calmly. “He may not be able to catch you if you run. But the wolf can. And they are both friends of mine.”

The man froze looking at the wolf. “I didn’t do anything.”

Ben nodded. “That is true, but I’d like to see that it remains that way. And I’m not clairvoyant, so I can’t say what you were planning, so one more time. Empty your bag.” His right hand released the fastener that would allow him to draw his weapon if needed.

The man lowered his bag.

“Empty your pockets first,” Ben instructed.

The man took a wallet out and a pocket knife. “That’s all.”

“Now the bag,” Ben said.

The man emptied his backpack. The gun was there among the clothes.

Ben came over, took the gun and made sure the safety was on.

“I need that for protection.” The man said. “It’s dangerous out here.”

Ben nodded reading the man’s license. “It can be dangerous out here, Mr. Phillips.” He tucked the gun in the back of his pants. “Is there a permit for this gun?”

“We’re in the forest. Who needs it out here?”’

Ben smiled. “You do.” Then he stepped closer to the man, making the man back a step. “And anyone else who carries a handgun for protection out here, you aren’t protecting yourself from the wildlife. All weapons, even a hunting rifle is to have a permit. So, if you want the gun back, see Walter Old Person at the Deputy’s Office in Trego. That’s about fifteen miles by trail, that way. Thirty by road.” Ben pointed. “So, I’d start walking.”

The man gathered his things and started off. Koot followed him.

“What if he attacks me?” The man moaned worriedly.

“I suggest a steady walk that way,” Ben said. “Or he will.”

Ben sat on the big rock that I had dove off. He grinned at me leaning back against his elbows on the rock. Legs stretched out.

“My hero,” I said.

“You are a vision.” And it was clear he was enjoying what he saw.

“Is that an appropriate thing for a deputy to say? On duty, too.” I grinned.

“Deputy Old Person would say so.” Ben chuckled. “You’re my fiancé. And I’m not on duty now.”

I nodded. “Oh, then I guess it’s okay.” I waited a few minutes and saw Ben wasn’t moving. “You’re not following him?”

Ben glanced in the direction the man went. “Nah. Koot will follow him.” He cocked his head and listened. “Besides, I have his name and address. He’s gone.” Then he grinned again at me. Shaking his head. “Damn. You are a handsome man.” And he brought his hand down to his crotch, to allow more room in his pants. They appeared to be getting tight there.

“That’s good. It’ll make being married to me more endurable.” I said with a laugh.

“Something about this picture is just wrong,” Ben said. But he was smiling.

“What’s wrong with it, Deputy?” I asked. Yeah, love and perception, but he was hot in that uniform. That hot had nothing to do with the heat.

Then Ben started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not in it.”

Grinning at him as I watched him strip. “I see you know what to do to correct that,” I said. “Be warned, the water’s cold.”

Ben grinned having removed all his clothing and stashed the gun in hiding. “Then you may want to come out.” He turned around. He was very aroused. “Or I’ll lose my erection.”

I chuckled. “Well, hopefully, it won’t be your last. Besides, I’ll help you get it back.”

Ben dove in. When he surfaced he yelped in a gasp. “Geez, this is cold.”

Swimming up to him. I kissed him gently. “Told ya.” My hand ran over his stomach and found his cock. “The only thing I like better than you in uniform is you out of that uniform. Nothing else. Now, to get that erection back.”

Ben chuckled. “Just keep up what you’re doing. No problem.” He kissed me hungrily. “I love you.”

 

The ritual before Ben was to become a tribe member, involved some time with Howard Clear River and time alone. Three days really. During that time he would eat nothing and all he would be doing is praying, or experiencing whatever his version was. That was to come before he sought his guide. Like a Spirit Quest, it would be either a spirit guide or something like it. I stayed with Walter and Al for that time. Then the end of day three, I went back to the cabin. He wasn’t there, which didn’t surprise me. Both he and Koot were gone. It was a few hours later when Ben walked in. He wore only a skin around his waist and had the vile that Howard had given him tied on a leather string there. The vial contained an elixir that allowed a person to see and talk with a spirit guide. I had done it and whether it was just caused hallucinations I couldn’t say, but it worked. As he instructed, that was all he consumed during these three days. He was Ben, but it seemed he wasn’t there. His eyes were blank. I knew this was what was going to happen. Then Walter, Howard and another man from the tribe I knew as the Chief. Achak Greywolf. Without a word, they escorted Ben outside. Then set up the ground for the ritual. A fire was built and as the sunset, we sat in a circle around the fire. Then Howard put the paint on Ben’s face while singing the traditional song. Then, and don’t laugh, it’s not like those peace pipes you’d see in the old westerns, but a small pipe was passed to Ben, then around and we all inhaled a puff. People who liked pot would frown, it wasn’t pot. But it made things…calmer. I felt a peace I only felt once when I joined the tribe. Then Howard said the words I knew where telling him that he had a duty to the tribe, and would he promise to give his life for the tribe? Of course, this was all done in their native language. But Ben answered. “I will.” Then Howard told him that he would also have the protection of the tribe and they would give their lives to protect him. Then Howard said something else. Welcoming him as a brother.

Then Chief Greywolf smiled. “Welcome, Brother Ben. You are now part of the tribe.”

Ben’s eyes opened wide. “Wow.”

Everyone, including me, laughed at that.

“Wow, indeed.” Howard nodded.

“That…” Ben started as he thought of a word. “…was amazing.” Then he grimaced slightly. “Is it okay to say, I’m starving!”

“Well, of course, you are, Brother,” Walter said grinning. “You haven’t eaten in three days!”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Has it been three days already?” Then he rubbed his stomach. “Wait, my stomach says it was. Never mind.”

I reached over. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

Ben’s eyes softened. “Hi, Sweetie.” He grinned and kissed me.

I was surprised. There was no rule, but we didn’t call each other pet names with other people present that would draw attention to our relationship. And there were others. Even if the fact was they knew we were lovers already, it was still odd. And Chief Greywolf was a stranger. Head of the tribe, but still a stranger.

“First,” Ben began. “And he told me this to share with you.”

“Who told you what?” I asked.

“Napi,” Ben answered. “He was not my spirit guide but was there. He said not to be ashamed or embarrassed about the gifts he gave us. Me to you, you to me and the love he gave us.” Ben leaned in kissing me again. “And I’m not.”

I was amazed. “You saw him?”

Ben nodded. “He knew I didn’t really believe in him. But I do now.” Then he rose. “Chili. That’s what I want.”

I nodded smiling. “I have some in the fridge made, all I have to do is heat it up.”

We went back into the cabin and I realized it was after midnight. The others begged for another time and left. I warmed Ben’s chili.

“So, what did Napi look like?” I asked as I put some of the chili in a bowl.

Ben looked puzzled. “You know? That’s the strange part. I remember seeing him clearly then. Now, I don’t remember.”

I nodded understanding. “That’s Napi.”

Four bowls of chili and Ben finally sat back with a sigh of satisfaction. “That was awesome. But it tasted….different. Not like any chili I’ve had before, but….”

“It was bear.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Bear chili.”

I gave a shrugging nod. “It’s kind of a Niitsitapi version of chili, but yes.”

Ben grinned. “It was very good.” Then when I got up to clean up, Ben stopped me. “Do that later. I want you right now.”

“You have me,” I said leaning down for our lips to meet again in a loving, familiar kiss. “Any time.”

Making love just seems so natural. We were still learning each other, and we both had a ways to go. There was always room for improvement. He knew how to stimulate me. I knew how to stimulate him, like getting his to a level of arousal, then his nipples were like buttons. I could turn the volume up by tweaking them. If I did it too soon, he’d be too ticklish. If I did it right, his orgasm was colossal! But in spite of this, believe me, or not, the more we made love, the more I wanted. Doesn’t make sense, does it? Could I love him any more than I did in the beginning? I did! How? Why was I not feeling the connection? I got the feeling Ben felt these things, too. Then I confessed this to Walter at his home. His response was to laugh!

“Of course you can’t,” Walter said shaking his head. “You’re seeking to become one with him. You can’t. Not yet.” He sat forward holding his hand up. “You do well, really. But the physical joining only goes so far. You seek a joining. This will be more than just a wedding. The two of you are to be joined. But until that joining is blessed by Napi and the other spirits, you can’t.” Then he kissed me on the cheek. “You two have been a blessing to me. Al and I love you both so much. You’re both family. So, when I tell you, once that blessing is done and you are spiritually joined. You won’t believe you ever loved anyone before. You will have that familiarity you want. Finishing each other sentences and knowing what the other is going to do. A true joining of your souls.” Then he pointed to the living room. “There it is. Your medicine bundle. That will keep the blessing. I promise.”

I never told Walter what I was looking for. But then, it was Walter. He had that annoying knack of knowing.

We told Brad what was going to happen and invited him and Harlan. Neither Ben or I were surprised Harlan declined, but Brad said he’d be there. He seemed excited about it. The flight would come into Whitefish, they had a little airport, but they had one. Ben and I met him when he got off the plane. Brad brightened when he saw his father and the two hugged. Then Brad looked at me.

“So, what do I call you?” Brad grinned. “I have a Dad. Dad 2?” Then he hugged me as well.

“Just…I prefer it not to be profane, that’s the only rule.”

Brad just laughed. “I’ll remember that, Dad.”

 

We drove back to Walter and Al’s. Introduced Brad. Then I pointed off to the side.

“And that’s Koot.”

Brad looked over, saw the large wolf and his eyes grew. “Damn. That is a really big wolf.”

Ben chuckled and went over to Koot to scratch him on the head between the ears. “Yes, but he’s a sweetheart.” He knelt down and received a lick on the face from Koot. Koot was a sweetheart. No one could dislike him. And Koot loved Ben.

“Okay,” Brad said hesitantly. “I’ve dealt with dogs and even a coyote three times, but he’s a bit…different.”

Ben explained that our cabin would be renovated, but we didn’t have the room now.

“So, I can’t see it?” Brad asked disappointedly.

Ben chuckled. “Of course you can, son. We just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“So, I get to see the love nest?” Brad asked with a knowing grin.

“Sure.” Ben nodded.

We drove out to our cabin. Brad just stared at the surrounding trees, the mountains and river. And it was as spectacular as always.

“It’s beautiful here,” Brad said in awe, gazing around. “No wonder you wanted to come back.”

“It is.” I agreed. “It makes me feel…at peace.”

Ben came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I guess Napi’s telling him not to be ashamed was really paying off. It was for me! We kissed in front of Brad, but this affectionate? “I think that was what I had looked for when I came up here. Peace. And I found it.” He hugged me again. “I am at peace.”

Brad grinned seeing his father happy. “No more nightmares?”

“Not so much,” Ben answered. “I have my companion here who soothes them. I’ve not had a nightmare in…” he thought. “…several weeks.”

Brad smiled. “That’s very good.”

 

Then came the question about wedding rings. We could go with the traditional ones, but there was a Native American that made one of a kind jewelry. Going to him, he promised to make two that were one of a kind, well, two of a kind. We opted for a wide band that was titanium and turquoise. It had the Pigean symbol on it and wolves in turquoise around them. Perfect.

 

The wedding was taking place in a week. Plans were coming together and as always, it was to be outside.

Walter showed us the contents of our medicine bundle and explained the need for everything and why.

“This is a small pouch holding the soil from the sacred mountain representing Mother Earth. Also, there is a small amount of tobacco, corn pollen for the Plant Kingdom and The Three Sisters, corn, bean, and squash seeds. There is a small piece of flint for grounding, amethyst for calming. A crystal for simplicity, clarity, and calmness. A piece of agate as a “worry bead” while thinking of the wedding. That’s the Mineral Kingdom. There is also a feather and a claw from an eagle and a small wooden sculpture of a wolf, that’s Koot because he is a part of your lives. That’s the Animal Kingdom.” I had never seen Walter look so serious. “This is key. During the ceremony, Howard will ask Napi to bless your union and these items are to be protected by you. Find a secure place in your home. Keep it there. Don’t let anything from the pouch touch the ground, ever. Howard will ask the spirits of these elements to enter these objects and they will protect your union. Then he will ask those who had meaning to each of you that have passed….your mother and father, Eric. A soul you were married to once, Eric and your mother, Ben….” Then he looked at me. “I sense someone else…a man….a friend? He’s not a relative….but very strong. I sense a sizable man.”

“Fred,” I said still amazed that he sensed this. “He was my father…sort of…he meant everything to me after my father died.”

“He will be included.” Walter smiled. “They will be asked to witness and protect you during the Joining.”

“Wow,” Ben said in amazement, knowing Walter truly did see things that couldn’t otherwise be explained.

Walter chuckled. “You bet.” He nodded. “After the Joining. You must put this somewhere….Al and I had ours under our pillows after we were Joined. I suggest the same. Then afterward, keep it secure. Nothing will break you apart. I guarantee it.” Then he took both our hands. “Then, you two will have that connection you so desperately seek.”

 

Al stayed with me at the house he and Walter shared. Walter was at my cabin with Ben. Every culture kept the two separated before the wedding. The wedding was taking place at sunset in a garden portion of the nearby National Forest. But it seemed odd to me that neither Ben or I were asked to decorate or participate in any way preparing anything but us. That I was told was to be done by our mothers. And since Sally was the closest thing either of us had to a mother, or at least she was the one that treated both of us as a mother. Okay. That was different, but I remember getting married once and that was a headache. And it wasn’t even a formal wedding! This not doing any decorating or the like was fine with me. There were other headaches for me. And of course Sally spearheaded all of it, I’m sure. She loved us, so that was fine.

The wedding clothes were Native American. Deerskins and elaborately decorated with beads and crystals. And…there was a gay side, sort of to Al. I had to look right. That’s what he said. Watching the drape of the garments? Who cared!? I didn’t. Then we were escorted into the park. It was beautiful! There were natural flowers, but not the roses you see at most weddings. I wasn’t a florist and I only knew roses and daisies. All of the other flowers were pretty, but I didn’t know their names. These were the native flowers from the area. The torches lit and I think everyone in town was here. Many faces, most all I knew if nothing more than having passed them in the street. And Brad was up front with Koot. They had to be there as members of the family. Koot, I was told later even consented to allow a bath! Handsome wolf. Then, what nearly caused me to faint, was Harlan! Yes! He came! He was even smiling. I don’t think he understood why all these people were here, because he kept looking the crowd over in disbelief. His son was gay, marrying a man and these people looked okay with it. Happy about it! And I don’t have to tell you, Ben was magnificent. He was.

Then Walter came up, now looking more like a true Native American than I have ever seen him. Dressed in clothes of the Niitsitapi, he looked very handsome. “Friends, Tribal Members…I wanted to say before we started. I have never been so happy about what I have been blessed to see here, what has happened with my brothers, Eric and Ben has been a journey I watched and so glad to see happen. Six years ago, Eric came into town alone and damaged. His spirit was crying out and Napi told me to befriend this lost soul. I did as instructed. I did it at first because I was instructed, but then I became friends with him because I wanted to. Here was a man, not born to our people, but was one of us nonetheless. His spirit was instantly one with our world. His soul touched the life of a wolf and his spirit became one with the earth. He is one of the few white men to ever join our tribe. Again, this was instructed by the Great Spirit. I knew something amazing was going to happen to him but was not sure what that would be. Then about a year ago. I sensed that another spirit, also damaged, was going to arrive. That these two spirits would help each other heal. Then I met Ben. I have never met two that were so meant to be together like I have seen with these two. Just being in their presence you feel it, see it. Now, I stand in the place of Honor to present these two to you, and beseech Napi to bless their joining.” Then he got that tone and look again telling me he knew something he hadn’t shared. “I give Eric. Is there anyone else who will give Ben?”

Brad stood instantly. “I will.”

Ben grinned at his son. Then for the first time noticed his father there and was shocked.

Then Harlan stood. “I guess that’s me then. His father. I will. Both of them.”

Knock Ben over with a feather!! Harlan was not only there, but he gave Ben to me! He was giving his blessing! Then I looked back at Walter. That son of a bitch knew it! Again, he knew! But Ben was nearly losing his standing position, he was so shocked.

Walter nodded and sat down. His grin to me said it all.

Now the Niitsitapi ceremony, like most rituals were done in the original language by Howard Clear River. Niitsipussin. There was a woman that translated for those there that didn’t understand, which included Ben and me. I knew enough to make things out, but not anywhere near fluent. Not even a little bit. She translated as Howard sang and the flute played softly. No one so much as coughed. Howard opened our medicine bundle and touched each object, asking the spirit to come into each. Then he took out the sacred pipe and inhaled the smoke of sage and blew it over the objects, which he prayed over again. Then wrapped the bundle up and tied it off. Then asked those that have passed, that were of our blood and heart to come and watch over us and protect us. I don’t know if they did, but I sure feel like they were there. Even to the point I swear, I could smell the cologne Fred always wore. Perceptions? Could be the power of suggestion, but I’d seen too many things done since I came here to really dwell on whether it did or didn’t really happen. Then Howard gave the blessing of Napi over our heads. Then brought a pitcher of water which Ben and I washed the hands of the other, to wash away the evil spirits and memories of past loves. Not that I ever wanted to forget Mike, but Ben was my focus now. Then Howard said the prayer in English as we put the rings on each other’s fingers.

“You will feel no rain, For each of you will be shelter to the other; You will feel no cold, for each will be warmth to the other; There will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other; You are two bodies, Now there is one life before you, one spirit; Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your togetherness and may your days be good and long on the earth.” Then he leaned forward. “Sorry, but they make me say this part.” He said softly. “By the power of The Niitsitapi People and the state of Montana…and what the Great Spirits have put together, I declare our brothers, joined.” Then Howard got a twinkle in his eyes. After a moment. “Do I really need to tell you what to do next?”

Ben gave him a smug look. “We’re doing it.” He and I kissed again. Like we hadn’t done it thousands of times by now. Again, perceptions, for it felt different. Like you were thirsty and didn’t realize it until you, at last, got that drink of water. Cool, crisp and clean. I was kissing my husband! That’s when those at the wedding were cheering, applauding and hooting! Even Koot seemed a little more excited than before. Maybe he knew and understood what was going on.

Then the aftermath. I still couldn’t believe they put this all together without us. And that feast! There were dishes there I had never had. Or even heard of. Everyone wanted to say congratulations and shake hands with us, or hug us or both! Then as things started evening out and the line of people stopped so Harlan came over Ben and I wasn’t sure what he’d say.

“Listen, son.” Harlan began softly. “I would be lying if I said I get it. I don’t. But I can’t deny what I see.” He smiled a little sadly. “When your…” he hesitated only a moment. “…husband…told me I didn’t know you. He was right. I don’t know you. That was a big mistake. I didn’t believe you could love another man and thought I could change your mind, but what I saw between you….the looks in your eyes when you looked at each other. I don’t see very often, not even in the eyes of men and women who claim they love each other. I wasted too much time trying to get you to change your mind when clearly, I can’t.” He sighed. “I’d like to change that. Your husband called you his best friend. I can see that. I’d like to get to know you….and Eric. If you’ll let me.”

Okay, break out the hankies! I was crying. Then Ben started crying. There were tears coming from Harlan!

“That’s all I ever wanted, Dad,” Ben said and hugged his father. There was a clinging by the two of them that told everything. Ben missed his father, his father missed his son and now, it could be good between them. “I missed you so much, Dad.”

I looked over at Walter and Al who had been close enough to overhear, and Walter who was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Walter winked at me and hugged his husband who was crying. I guess we really are kind of girly. Not too much though. Walter rolled his eyes and gave me a “whatcha gonna do” look and patted his husband’s arm consoling. Big boys don’t cry, my ass.

Then I was grabbed into the hug with Ben and his father. Not by Ben, but by Harlan. Then not to be left out, Brad jumped in. Surrounded by Johnson men! I could die happy. But not really, I wanted to stay around a while yet to see what was going to happen.

We danced with everyone. Literally, as we did a dance the Niitsitapi did at things like this. As a group. Then I danced one on one with Sally and many others. Until I saw someone tap on the shoulder of Paul Greywolf, who I was dancing with at the time.

“Can I dance with my husband now?” Ben asked smiling.

Paul grinned. “I figured you two would be dancing later.”

“Move it, kid.” Ben laughed. “Or I’ll arrest you.”

Paul raised his hands. “Yes, officer.” And backed away.

Ben smiled at me as he approached. “My husband.” We both raised our hands as a slow song began. Both of us were holding our hands out to lead. Then we switched to follow, then Ben laughed and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace and we danced that way. “Feeling secure now?”

“Perfectly,” I answered.

“Thank you for including me in your life. I don’t think….no, I know I’ve never been happier.”

“Does this mean we’re no longer damaged?” I asked smiling at the satisfied feeling we were both feeling.

Ben shrugged. “We have a lifetime to heal, but yes, I think we’re good now.” He pressed his lips to mine again. All was right with the world.

I’d been fossicking around a favourite antique market, not having much luck, when my eye fell on an oddly shaped item sitting almost shyly at the back of a shelf, hiding behind a riot of porcelain and pottery odds and ends. 

Moving this detritus out of the way I reached in and brought out what was unmistakably an old cricketer’s box. It was an unusual mottled brown colour, similar to the old bakelite radios that have become so popular recently, and it was in remarkably good condition considering its age and possible use; the only sign of wear being the somewhat ragged cloth padding around its edge and the frayed canvas straps used to secure it in place. A very evocative piece of kit.

Its condition and look told me that it hailed from the 1920s/30s, and I instantly imagined a sporting gentleman in cricketer’s whites securing it over his genitals before donning his finely ironed pants and heading out of the change-room and onto the green, bat in hand. 

Maybe I was particularly horny (not unusual for me), but the idea that this item had held and protected the genitals of who knows how many lads over the years overwhelmed me, and I was filled with an urgent desire to put it on, have it close to my skin, my cock, my balls. 

With that urgent thought in mind I made my way to the counter and presented the odd purchase to the highly amused staff member, who looked at me knowingly while wrapping it in brown paper and presenting me with the receipt. 

“Find me another!” I remarked, as I tucked it into my shopping bag and strode out of the shop. He laughed good naturedly as I made my way onto the busy street, my mind already obsessed with the thought of examining it more closely, feeling its smoothness, smelling it, trying it on. What stories could it tell?

My small apartment wasn’t too far from the shop, but I felt as if I couldn’t get there fast enough, my heart beating and a strange heat coursing through my veins, despite the relative coolness of the day. I had no idea what had come over me, but it felt good, exciting, and I fumbled with the keys as I hurriedly let myself into the flat and locked the door behind me.

Placing the precious parcel on my small dining table I shed my clothes as if in a panic, letting them lie wherever they fell, until only my socks remained. I could feel the chill air cool my sweat soaked body and wondered, momentarily, if I was coming down with some winter lurgy, but knew instinctively that the cause lay in the brown paper bundle waiting to be unwrapped.

Savouring my nakedness for a few moments, I gulped in lungfuls of air while I scratched my hairy balls and played meaninglessly with my limp cock, stretching my foreskin back and forth a few times the way you do.

Calmer, I picked up the package and tore off the paper, holding the smooth hard object in my hand, examining it more closely now that I had more privacy. My fingers ran over the slightly ribbed inside surface, causing my thoughts to once again imagine the genitals that might have rested there. I held it up to my nose, inhaling deeply, trying to capture a scent of times and men long since past. Foolish I know after so many years, but I thought I might catch something, just a hint maybe.

Holding it over my groin I managed my cock and balls into it and did up the straps, happy with how comfortably my tackle seemed to fit, chuckling at the way my untamed pubes spilled out from all sides. I wondered if men from the day trimmed their pubes, or if that was deemed effeminate and frowned upon. I hoped so.

Strangely enough, given the erotic nature of my thoughts, my cock remained resolutely soft inside its protective case. It felt comfortable and secure and I looked admiringly at myself in the mirror, wondering if I should take some photos to send to more intimate friends. Maybe later, right now I just wanted to lie on the bed and enjoy the sense of connection with a man (or men) from another time.

Taking myself off to the bedroom I settled myself comfortably on top of the doona, my right hand resting on the cup, stroking it as if it were a living thing. A gentle heat seemed to emanate from it, seeping into my scrotum, warming my balls, travelling along my slowly stiffening shaft and engulfing the head like a warm, soft mouth. The effect was at one and the same time stimulating and soporific, and I could barely keep my eyes open as a wave of drowsiness swept over me, sending me over the edge into a strangely deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept but when I opened my eyes I was lying on my back in a field of soft grass, my bed, my room, my apartment had all vanished and I was lying beneath a clear blue sky, the occasional cottonwool cloud drifting lazily overhead. A gentle breeze rustled the surrounding green, like fingers ever so softly playing against my exposed skin. I was naked and unconcerned.

A shadow passed over my eyes and looking up I saw a tall figure standing over me, slowly unbuttoning first his shirt and then his trousers, cricket flannels startlingly white in the glare of the sun. His pants dropped to the ground and he was wearing my old bakelite box, only it wasn’t old, it looked freshly minted and pulsing with life.

I could only dimly discern his features with the light behind him, but I knew that he was handsome, thirty-something with a hairy, subtly defined body which spoke of a natural, unforced athleticism. 

He looked about furtively, as if double-checking our privacy, before unstrapping the cup and bending down to cover my nose and mouth with it. I inhaled deeply, as he intended, and consumed the smell of his cock, balls, piss, sweat, precum.

I held it tightly to my face, desperate for his stink as he knelt between my legs, lifting them up and positioning his hard cock against my arsehole. One push and he was inside, his slippery shaft piercing my sphincter, burying itself deep with only a grunt from me to mark the occasion. 

“You know how much I like a good fuck before batting” he said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything. And I did infact know, even though I’d never seen him before, had never been fucked by him before, didn’t even know precisely where I was, beside definitely not being in my bedroom that is.

“Turn around” he suddenly commanded, withdrawing his cock from my arse and slapping my right buttock hard (which I liked), “let me see that delectable bum of yours.” I knew this routine too, as if I’d done it a million times before. Rolling over I got on all fours and presented him with my arse, eager to please him and feel his long, slender shaft pierce me again.

“Good doggy” he purred as a finger caressed my crack before disappearing into my hole, then another and another as he opened me up, chuckling at the sight of my stretched anus, enjoying my mild discomfort as he twisted inside me. 

“You’d like my cock to be thicker, wouldn’t you?” he remarked, four fingers in now. “Oh well, what I lack in width I make up for in length.” To prove the point he quickly withdrew his fingers and rammed his stiff cock in so far that I could feel his full bush press against my butt cheeks.  

He did indeed have length, and my arse was on fire with the heat of his shaft as it filled my tunnel and rubbed up against that special place deep within. I pressed back as he pushed into me, keeping his dick fully buried inside me while moving it around, massaging my passage and bringing himself closer to the edge. 

He groaned, a long low sound, and started pounding my hole with increasing force, all the while slapping first one buttock and then the other with loud resounding whacks that echoed around the surrounding trees and shrubs. I was cumming without touching myself, thick ropes of jizz leaking out of my painfully hard tool, as if in slow motion.

And then I felt his whole body jerk and spasm behind me as with a stifled cry his orgasm overtook him, his thrusting hips almost pushing me to the ground as he forced spurt after spurt into me. I could feel his spunk filling up my passage, hot and thick as he kept on pushing against me, wringing every last drop from his throbbing shaft. 

The power of my own release had exhausted me and I lay with my head resting on my arms, my bum still in the air while he completed his own exertions. I felt his thrusts finally ease away and stop. He remained leaning against me, his hands on my lower back, his cock still inside. Neither of us dared move and I could feel his jizz leaking out of my puckered hole as he softened slowly, his dick finally slipping out with a warm liquid sound. It was silent all around, I could hear his breathing, heavy and laboured. 

“If I can’t make a ton after a fuck like that I’ll chuck it in” he declared boisterously. He took me by surprise as he kissed both of my butt cheeks before staggering to his feet and stretching his limbs. 

I flattened out on the grass and rolled over to watch him, the sun behind still making him hard to see clearly, but I knew he was beautiful and told him so. He laughed and bent down to pick up his discarded clothing, finding the box in the grass beside me. Picking it up he held it against his slimey cock and wiped the dribbles of cum into it before handing it to me, a present which I accepted gratefully. 

I watched as he dressed, his white shirt and pants not quite as crisp as before. Picking up his bat which had been lying in the grass, he tucked it under his arm and with a final wave headed off to where I supposed the cricket pitch was. 

I lay there in the dappled sunlight, naked and with no idea where I was, or where my clothes might be. I held the slippery box to my face once again, wanting his smell to invade me, and woke up back in my bed, alone and spent, my jizz nestling in the hair of my chest and stomach, tangled in my unruly pubes.

The box was still in my hand, although I had no recollection of unstrapping it. My erotic dream (and surely that’s all it had been?) did not recede with wakefulness, as my dreams normally do, but infact seemed more intensely real than reality itself.

I lifted the cup to my face and was overwhelmed by his smell, a potent mix of spunk and sweat and desire. I left it resting there as I drifted in and out of sleep in my silent room, wondering if he’d made his century.

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Mark: I honestly couldn’t believe my luck. When I walked into the coffee shop, I knew that it was in the university part of town. But I never would have expected to see someone I knew sitting there. Especially not this person. Of course, I didn’t really know him. I knew him from a meal I shared with his family, and then I also knew him from one side of a wall. And the awkward but also cool part is that he did not know me from his side of the wall.

You see, about four months ago I received an invitation to use a

gloryhole. I was in one room with a group of guys who were in line to get sucked. The kid was being filmed sucking all these dicks on the other side of the wall and they were silently broadcasting it on our side. And when I saw his face on the screen, a line of spit connecting his bottom lip to the cock sticking through the hole, I recognized him. He was the 18-year-old son of a couple of family friends. Kevin.

And now I was walking into Café Rojo, to get my medium black coffee, and there was Kevin sitting there. Boyish face, big lips, floppy blonde hair, reading a book. He pushed a lock of hair out of his eye and turned the page. After I got my coffee, I went over to his table. There was no one in the coffee shop, so I decided to be a little bit bold. Is this seat taken, I asked. Kevin looked up, and he paused for a brief moment. It took him a second to recognize me. But once he did, he said, Oh yeah, of course. Mr. Bennet is it? Hey it’s really nice to see you.

I thought, but didn’t say, you’ve seen a lot more of me then you probably know. After all, he had given me the best head of my life. But I smiled and pulled out the chair and sat down. I had to admit, it wasn’t only the hottest blowjob of my life, but the hottest sex. There was something about that kid that gave me a raging hard on. I had thought often about going back, but I was a bit afraid of being found out.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I went over the day again and again in my head. What I couldn’t understand was this. I have always known that I’m 100% straight. I’ve never been attracted to other guys. I’ve never wanted to be with other guys. I was perfectly happy with my wife until she left me.

But there was something about Kevin’s submissiveness, his willingness to please other men, it just did something to me. Now I’m a 48-year-old man. Usually, after my python is drained, I’m spent for the next day or two. But there was something about that experience on the other side of the wall from Kevin that absolutely hypnotized me. One or two or sometimes even three times a day, I have to find a private bathroom stall to relieve my pent-up frustration. I just wanted to stick my dick in his face and watch him go to town.

And so, when I walked in today on my way to a job, ready to get another coffee, it shook me just a bit to see Kevin sitting there with a book. But I’m also a bit of a superstitious guy, and sometimes when something feels like a sign, I think that it is.

Kevin was looking at me with an expectant stare. I realized I had been lost in my thoughts, and that he was going to think I was a weirdo. So I tried to recover: What book are you reading? Kevin said, oh this, it’s the Odyssey. It’s for my freshman English class.

I never went to college, and instead went straight into construction. But I admired Kevin for doing it, and also for doing what he needed to get himself through school. So I asked him how he’s enjoying college so far.

Kevin said, It’s been really great. I’m learning all sorts of things that I never thought I would be. Things about myself and about the world. Like this book. It’s about a guy who goes on this long journey and discovers all sorts of things about himself on the way. It speaks to me. And then he smiled. Sorry, he said, I know that got deep pretty quick.

I told him I didn’t mind at all. I was enjoying the conversation. And that’s when I thought I would push a little bit to just see where it might go. I asked him if he was doing anything for work.

He turned beet red. And then he started to stumble over his words. He said, well, I have been sort of, doing well, odd jobs for people. I really like the work, and it pays well. It’s hard, you know, well, trying to make it through school and also pay for it. But the money I have collected has not only covered my tuition but my living expenses as well.

I tried to keep an even face, knowing exactly what he was talking about. In fact, I was part of the “source” of his income. I said, yeah man, I totally understand that. It can be really hard starting out. That’s great that you found some work that you love. Usually, odd jobs are not ones you end up enjoying or paying well, but that’s awesome.

If Kevin had been able to see under the table, I bet it would have made his mouth water. My 8-inch, beer can dick was straining through my jeans. All I could think about was getting his beautiful lips around its head. I kept flashing to me gently taking it out, placing my hand on the back of his head, and then reintroducing my penis to his lips and tongue.

The thing is, I have heard of straight men who are “trade,” who let gay men suck their dicks with no reciprocation. And at first I thought it was just that. That’s what the gloryhole was a about for me. But the more I thought about Kevin, the more I started to have other ideas. I started to imagine him lying on my king sized bed, ass in the air, ready for me to rail him and fill him with my seed. And that was just the beginning. Really anything where Kevin was made to be submissive turned me on and drove me wild. My fantasies started to get more outlandish. I imagined using my cock to play target practice with his mouth, seeing how far away I could be and still hit it with my cum. I imagined pressing his face into a urinal while I unzipped my fly and pissed on his face. And then there were the fantasies where I pimped him out to other men. I watched as one guy after another shoved their dick in his face or ass.

I know. I was way out to sea, and I didn’t know how I could get back.

Kevin: I honestly couldn’t believe Mark Bennet was sitting across from me. It felt so odd. For a couple of different reasons. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it was a sign or something. I had seen him over dinner not long ago, when my parents invited him. They felt bad that he had recently separated from his wife. All I could think about was how hot he was. And then I had that weird incident when I was working just a few days after that. It was my first Saturday at the gloryhole. This guy grunted from the other side of the wall that he was ready, and this thought crossed my mind that maybe it was Mr. Bennet. But then I thought, no way, there was just no way it could be him. Mr. Bennet was straight. He had, until recently, been married. But then to have him sitting here, and asking me all about my work, it felt coincidental. Almost too coincidental.

God he was hot. He was burly, muscular, had a thick square masculine jaw, a full head of hair, and he was over twice my age. I thought about my slender body in comparison with his. He could literally lift me up he was so strong. And then, if there was even the slightest chance that he was the one on the other side of the wall, that meant that his penis was absolutely enormous. A solid 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. It tested my gag reflex. Part of me just wanted to just spill the beans, to tell him everything, and then drop to my knees and start worshipping him, to beg him to let it out. And so I had to try to keep myself together as he continued to ask me about school. And work. But part of me was nervous. What if I was way off base with this?

Mark: The conversation went on, and Kevin seemed to get flustered and jittery. Part of me felt bad. It wasn’t fair that I had seen so much of him and he had seen so little of me. I had to admit that I got hard every time I brought up his work and he stumbled and got flustered. If only the kid knew what was really on my mind. It was him giving oral sex to dozens of men on camera at a time. His adorable hair flopping as he bobbed up and down on the next huge dick. God I wanted this kid. I just wanted to bend him over the table and fuck him. And part of me wondered if there wasn’t some discomfort there. Like he was picking up on the tension. Like he knew that I knew how much he loved to be submissive and pleasure older men.

But I also felt conflicted. I felt this impulse that had two parts to it. Each part equally strong and in a tug of war with the other part. I felt fatherly towards him, and maybe even a little bit protective. And then another part of me wanted to dominate him, to hold him down, and to bend him to my will. This was so unlike me. I never had the slightest inkling towards another guy. When I was with women, I did not want to dominate them either. But that day on the other side of the wall stirred something inside of me. As much as I wanted to give the kid a break and stop making him nervous, I couldn’t stop asking questions about his work. Maybe part of me wanted him to spill the beans, because then I could really gauge his interest in me.

So Kevin, I asked, what are the odd jobs that you are usually asked to do?

Kevin blushed again and paused, trying to find the words. Well, he said, it’s a customer service role.

I pressed on, So it’s focused on making customers happy? Kevin nodded.

And what do you usually end up doing on your shift? Kevin squirmed uncomfortably. He said: it has a couple of parts, really. I have to try out several different, um, tools, to get them to work. There is also a part where I have to do a taste test. I have to taste, um, protein drinks. Its usually just a shot at a time. But the biggest part is making sure that the customers are happy.

God damn it. I knew exactly what he was saying and my hard-on was raging.

Kevin: I started to think that maybe there was more to Mr. Bennet asking me these questions. After my initial discomfort, it actually became kind of fun to try to describe my work without saying what I did. How many different ways could I say that my job was to give oral sex to hundreds of men as work? But it was clear that Mr Bennet wanted me to keep going. He always had another question.

So, Mr. Bennet asked, I am not really sure what it is that you do. You test out tools, you taste protein drinks. But where do the customers come in?

How do you know whether they are happy? I had to think quickly. Well, they give me the protein drink if they think I did a good job. It’s a little weird, but every job has its quirks, you know? And it pays well.

I flashed back to the last weekend. I was sitting on the stool in front of the gloryhole and as I was listening to the other side. The Waiting Room was clearly filled. Bill said that it was getting so packed in there that some guys started waiting in the parking lot. I looked at the clock and it said 11:59. Pete radioed to say the first guy had stepped up. This was always my favorite part. A room full of men, each with a hard dick waiting for my mouth. And the only thing holding us apart is a thin wooden panel that I have to flick over. 12:00. I turn over the panel. And sure enough, I see a beautiful banana-shaped cock pokes through the hole. The foreskin is pulled back revealing a glistening purple head. I get a wiff of the guy and his dick smells sweaty and manly, with maybe a slight sent of piss. As I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and gently lick the head, I think about how this is the best job in the world.

Of course, I can’t tell Mr. Bennet all that. But he seems to be distracted anyway. Even flustered. Finally it was Mr. Bennet who seemed to be getting flustered. He excused himself. He said he had too much coffee and needed to take a piss.

As I watched him head to the bathroom, jeans hugging his tight muscular frame, I felt like I had a decision to make. The thing is, I did not want to be with another guy. Not like this. I was shy. I know that sounds crazy. At this point, I had been fucked by multiple guys. I had sucked off somewhere in the 100s. I had been the center of a bukkake in a gloryhole box. But the thing is, I couldn’t see any of those men. It was just me and the guy’s penis, which I found to be a great combination. I am like a penis whisperer, I know exactly what a guy’s dick needs. But doing more than that? It was too much. The only thing that I thought might work is if a guy just totally took charge. Like told me what to do, made me completely submissive to him. That was like the only thing that I could imagine. And I have to admit that I have a few fantasies of Mr. Bennet doing that. Like forcing my legs open, lying on top of me, and fucking me until I begged for mercy.

Was there any chance that could be something Mr. Bennet was interested in?

I was scared to find out. What if I was barking up the wrong tree? I felt like this was a moment of truth. Everything I had been learning and trying led up to this. Would I take a chance that Mr Bennet, huge, burly, muscular Mr. Bennet could be interested in me? That he would want to top me? To fit himself inside of me making me his much smaller, younger, submissive bottom? I decided that there was only one way to find out.

I cautiously opened the bathroom door. I immediately saw him at the urinal making some very familiar movements with his hand. I crept in beside him.

As soon as he saw me, he jumped. I looked down and saw a familiar dick in his thick masculine hands. It was 8 inches, uncut, veiny, and so much girth to it. That’s how I knew for sure. It was him! He had been on the other side of the gloryhole. He paused for a minute, surprise written all over his face. He did not try to pack it away. I looked a little sheepish but sort of thought, well, in for a penny in for a pound. And so I said, Hey Mr. Bennet, is there anything I can do to help with that?

Mark: I couldn’t believe the kid’s boldness. I had come in here because I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed relief. And then to have him walk in, me as worked up as I was. I was totally in overdrive. All of my most intense fantasies overwhelmed me. My horniness was out of control. All the talk about him sampling protein drinks sent me over the edge. I didn’t want a blow job from the kid as much as I wanted to totally subdue him. To make him submit. To turn him into my bitch, and to know that I could claim him sexually in whatever way I wanted.

Kevin stared at me with his cute floppy hair, his big lips. His guys kept drifting down toward my dick. For just a minute he started to look nervous, wondering what I was about to say. But finally I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him against the wall. I undid my pants and belt and pulled my underwear down just below my ass. My dick pointed straight out at him. I put my hands on either side of his face and looked down at

him. First, I said, I want you to touch it. Kevin immediately obliged, fondling the fat head of my dick with this right hand.

You have no idea how much I have been wanting to do this to you, kid. Now let me ask you something, Kevin. Do you recognize this dick?

Umm, yes Mr. Bennet. I wondered if that was you all those months ago.

Good, good, I said. And are you glad it was me?

Kevin didn’t hesitate. Oh yeah, I am really happy it was you. At this point he was stroking my cock and precum was starting to get on his hands. And I am glad that you know what my customer service job is.

Oh yeah, I said. I even rewarded you with a protein shot that day. My tone then got serious. OK, look. Here’s the deal. I have always been

straight. But you do something to me. I can’t stop thinking about

dominating you. Making you meet my needs. I don’t want to fuck around or have there be any confusion. Kevin, I want to make you a bitch. My bitch. A toy to meet whatever needs my cock has. How does that sound to you?

Kevin looked like he was seeing stars. His hands were totally coated in my precum at this point. He could barely mutter, Yes, Mr. Bennet, I would like that very much. I would like to do anything for you and your cock. Just tell me what you need.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but my lust just totally took over at this point. OK, I said, the thing is, I have not pissed yet. And I have had a lot of coffee. I think it would be a good to start things if you help me with that. It looked like fire flashed inside Kevin, a pure sort of lust. A very soft whisper came out: What do you want me to do?

It’s simple, really, I said. I want you to press your right cheek into that urinal. Kevin scrambled over there, knelt down, and then pressed his face into the john. His mop of hair plastered itself to the side of the recently used white porcelain. He was looking toward the left, and so I strode over, full erection about a foot from his face. I knew it would take a minute to piss like this, but I also knew I could manage.

I aimed my dick about half an inch from his mouth. I then let loose a steady stream of pungent piss. A lot of it streamed right down the white porcelain. Some of the droplets bounced up or to the left, away from Kevin’s face. And then there were the drops of piss that bounced right, hitting Kevin’s adorable mouth, lips, nose, and hair. I had a full bladder, so this went on for some time. A couple of times I brought the stream over toward his lips. I figured that his face was kind of acting like a splash guard, functioning like a part of the urinal. By the end Kevin’s face was coated and dripping. Lots of droplets had made it onto his sweatshirt too. Some deep part of me knew what I was doing, and I knew it must be crossing Kevin’s mind too. I was not only dominating him, showing how I was going to bend him to my will. I was marking him.

After the stream started letting up, Kevin kept his face pressed to the urinal. I shook my dick and let a few droplets hit his hair.

OK, Kevin, that was good. Now I am going to give you your reward. Get on your knees, turn toward me, and open your mouth. I knew that the minute I started stroking, I would cum. I have never been this desperate to release my seed into someone. Kevin immediately obeyed. And after just two strokes, a shot of milky white semen shot to the back of Kevin’s throat. I quickly shoved the head in his mouth. Four more volleys completely filled his mouth. This time I wasn’t nice, I didn’t warn him, I just flooded his palette with my baby batter.

I looked down at this adorable kid. He looked pretty good for someone with semen coating his lips and hair wet with urine. I decided that this was going to be a good start. Marking Kevin would not be a one-time thing, and of course he would start getting a regular dose of my protein. He looked up at me with adoring eyes. I told him to get cleaned up. He needed to get to class, me to work, and then I told him I was going to need to meet him at my house that night. We were just getting started.

You step out of the cold and into the warm welcoming used bookstore. The air smells of hot tea and old paper. Low ceiling, soft lighting, and books in every conceivable location. Cautiously you step between old furniture and paperback piles making your way through the cozy shop.

You spot a boulder of a man behind the counter watching you over his wire-rimmed glasses. His bearded Cherub face turns slightly red and then back to the leather-bound book in his large hands. The beige cable knit sweater hugs his round belly and as you admire his thick form you catch him looking back at you. Before you can stop yourself you give him a wink and a slight suggestive smile. His face is practically scarlet now, sternly considering the tome he holds. You decide to peruse the collection and maybe get a better look at the man.

You find yourself in a makeshift aisle of bookshelves. A vintage magazine in your hand. Artistic nude portraits of men fill the fragile pages. Being so engrossed in the images you don’t hear the front door lock. You do however hear a soft and low “excuse me” from the bookseller.

He makes way down the aisle toward you with a paperback in hand. His towering figure stops directly behind you and he places one heavy hand upon your shoulder. His belly pushes up against your back as he reaches above your head. He meticulously places the book in a spot you could not have noticed.

Your back involuntarily arches and you feel his bulge press firmly against your backside.

“A perfect fit,” he says and you don’t think he’s talking about the book. 

He leans you into the shelf. The hand on your shoulder has made its way to your chest and found your nipple. His other hand is already at your fly, his mouth in the space behind your earlobe. You hear your belt buckle clunk and rattle on the floor as his hands explore your body. The pressure of his mass has you panting into the now forgotten magazine and your body pressed against the shelf.

In a haze you find your back arches further, his hands pulling at your clothes. Your pants around your ankles, your shirt balled in his hand. His thick moustache rubs against your ear.

“I want to fuck you right where you stand,” he grumbles.

“Don’t stop,” is all you can manage.

A second clunk of a belt hitting hardwood floors. He pushes his cock between your exposed cheeks, grinding against your entrance. Your hole is warm and sticky, wet. One hand at your waist, he pulls himself back. You hear him spit, and then your hole is probed by one of those thick fingers, gently spreading you open.

After teasing and lubing your puckering and eager hole he spits again. His hand is removed from your backside, you feel it on your chest. His cock is positioned to enter you. He pulls you close to him and gently you feel his cock-head press against the entrance to your hole.

It’s big, bigger than you expected, you breathe deep and feel yourself pushing against the bookshelf and onto him. He is inside you, you take a moment to adjust. He groans deeply and you can feel it slide further in. One hand gripping your waist the other slides to your throat.

“Are you ready?” his gravely voice asks against the back of your neck.

You don’t speak a response instead gripping down on him and pushing further to the base of his girth. He chuckles, squeezing your love handle and throat, and begins pulling back, an empty yearning slowly grows within you.

The emptiness doesn’t last as his hips slam into your backside, his manhood filling you completely. You are out of breath, full to bursting. He pulls back again, pausing longer before thrusting back into you. Staying buried to the hilt you feel it flex and expand against your grip.

The fucking begins in earnest now. He ruts and thrusts into your ass with greedy abandon. He is speaking but you cannot understand; lost to the passion of this chance encounter. You grip the bookcase, it bangs into the wall as he ravages you. A pressure builds behind your balls.

Before you realize it your cock begins to fire rope after rope of cum. Your knees are weak, your chest and head hot. The warm liquid hits your leg as you moan from deep in your belly. His pace changes suddenly, it’s been fast before but it’s faster and deeper now. He says something, but you’re still riding the wave and can feel another building.

“Don’t pull out,” you hear yourself say, “I want to feel you cum in me”

He grunts. Your face is up against the spines of books. You don’t care. His pace is frantic. He growls in your ear. A hot wet feeling fills you. He gasps, pulling you back against his thrusting. He shoots more and more each time he bottoms out in your hole. You’re cumming again too, hot wet gobs spray between you. He seems to howl, his nails digging into your skin. pain, ecstasy.

You come to on the floor. His arms wrap around you from behind. You’re both nude from the waist down and the smell of sex lingers in the air. You roll to face him. His eyes are soft and mischievous. You share a wet kiss full of tongue and passion. He pulls back, “Would you like to go again?”

Hi my fans and friends, this is Naughty Eric letting you know that we have had enough right now of my true stories other than to say my sex life is going great with hot Tyler, the college senior and volleyball jock, a real horny jock that knows how to satisfy me, the college professor.

This story involves two 18 year old college roommates and what they discover. First, here is their background and features. 

Cris is 18 and a farm boy from a small conservative town in Kentucky. He has known since puberty that he is gay but his sexual experiences have been limited to daily masturbation while watching gay porn. His parents might disown him of they knew he was gay. He is a great kid and has been working with his family on the tobacco farm since he was about ten. He is very cute and sexy. He stands 5 feet and 11 inches with very light curly blond hair, smooth almost hairless body, blue eyes and weighs a farm boy built 160 pounds. He has an impressive cut 7 inch cock with large low hanging balls. He is a big shooter with large cum deposits.

His roommate Rafael also 18 years of age is opposite as to body features. He comes from a large ranch outside of the big city of Houston, Texas. His parents work for the ranch owner. He is a gorgeous Hispanic dude with very dark skin, deep brown eyes, curly black hair, weighs a nice hard 195 pounds, stands 6 feet and 2 inches, medium amount of body hair on his chest and stomach with the rest of his body smooth and little hair; of course he has a nice black patch of pubic hair and an amazing cut 9 inch cock with balls the size of large lemons. He too is a virgin at he starts college. He has never shared his sexual preference with anyone on entering college.They both are majoring in agriculture.

They are attending a university in the state of Kansas that is ideal for a major in agriculture.

CHRIS PICKS UP THE STORY HERE

I have been in college for a month and have become best friends with my roommate Rafael. We study together taking the same classes our first semester. We work out at the gym every day and our bodies are well toned. We shower after each workout and I am overwhelmed with how hot he is. I really struggle not to get hard seeing his awesome naked body in the locker room. He might be interested in me as I sometimes catch him trying to get a glance of my naked body in the gym.

On the weekends especially we often have long talks at night about our lives and where we come from. Rafael is Catholic and I am Baptist but that does not matter. During our first month together, we are very shy about sexual issues as I wonder if there is a possibility Rafael could be gay as we neither one have dated since entering college. By the way, during my senior year in high school my mom had a couple over dinner and I met their daughter and the two moms insisted on my taking Sue out to a movie. Well during the movie, Sue must have been rather a loose one wanting cock as she took her hand and ran it across of my crotch but there was no reaction from my cock. I was somewhat disgusted. She got rather rude and asked me if I was gay and of course I said NO and told her that the theater was no place for such action. That was the end of our getting together. I don’t think I convinced her I was not gay.

I often jerked off in my bed at the dorm as I heard Rafael in bed with what seems like he might be jerking off but I dared not let on. We both often got up with morning wood but just joked that at 18 that was certainly a common thing for young dudes with raging hormones but I was very curious. We both often got very red-hot faces as we joked about our conditions.

Then on a Saturday night I asked Rafael if he wanted to join with me and two of my friends as we were going into town for a big concert. “”Hey Cris, I would love too but I have promised one of my college classmates, Roger the university football quarterback, to study helping him with his English class. If he does not pass, he might get kicked off the team.”

I became somewhat jealous. Man that Roger was some hot jock. He had a body to kill for with red hair, green eyes, perfect body with zero fat and stood 6 feet weighing 160 pounds and always a bulge in his pants. He, Rafael and I had gone to dinner several times as he was in our dorm. I always got horny looking at the perfect jock, man I would like to get in his pants and have an amazing orgasm with my first gay date.

I had told Rafael that after the concert that I would stay in one of my buddies room after we got back from the concert late not to disturb Rafael. We got back to campus around midnight and I found out that my concert buddies had over night guys from their home town and I should just go quietly back to my room. I then said good night to my dorm buddies that had been with me at the concert. As I put my key in the door and slowly opened the door into a very dark room not to disturb Rafael that I knew would be asleep at that time. As I slowly opened the door it was dark but holy fuck, I heard two guys moaning and Rafael saying, “FUCK YEA SUCK MY BIG COCK, GO ALL THE WAY DOWN ON MY HUGE LATIN COCK, DEEP THROAT MY DICK IN THAT FAG MOUTH, THAT IS IT, SUCK ME, SUCK ME ROGER, YOU HOT FAG.” 

Holy shit I was shocked but so turned on that my cock got ereck in seconds and begin to spew precum wetting my briefs as I slowly closed the door and walked very slowly to my bed as the two horny guys were in Rafael’s bed with no idea I had come in. I got out of my clothes, got in my bed and begin to use my spit to wet my blood filled cock and begin to quietly jerk my throbbing cock spewing precum on my stomach as the two horny guys were in heat as Roger was devouring my roommates cock deep in his throat.

The dirty talk continued as Rafael said: “HOLY FUCK, don’t stop, you hot jock, you have me ready to come.” I now had  precum all over my abs and stomach as they continued: “Yea fuck that is so good, you’re fucking mouth is so warm on my manhood and has my dick pulsating like mad. I am about to come.”

As I wildly jerked and was getting near an orgasm, I could hear that sloppy sounds as Roger was  devouring that wet cock and soon I heard Rafael say: “HOLY FUCK, yes put that finger in my ass and finger fuck my man pussy and suck my cock hard.” This went on for some 15 more minutes when I heard a huge grunt from sexy horny Roger: He took his mouth off that cock long enough to say:”I am going to come in that warm slick mouth of yours, here it comes.” As I heard Rafael gag trying to swallow all that cum flowing deep in his throat that was it as I moaned and let out a loud FUCK as I shot my huge load all over my naked body revealing I was in the room and yes having an orgasm.

Then the gig was up as I heard Rafael and Roger say: “OH MY God Cris you are here. Fuck what are we going to do, shit we are caught. OH Cris you were not coming home tonight. Please lets  talk and please don’t tell anyone.”

“Hey guys it is great, I too am gay and so happy to know you’re gay too. I just shot a big load all over may body so horny and tuned on by you two. Man this is the best climax I have ever had.
Lets take a shower and talk more. 

“Hey Rafael and Cris I need to get off right now. Who is going to help me?” In a second Rafael gets down on Roger’s cock and begins to deep throat that big jock cock until Roger shoots blast after blast deep in Rafael’s throat. Now we can shower.

TO BE CONTINUED 

In 1997 I was twenty-four and working for my family’s trucking company. While our drivers were great at their jobs, they were less great when it came to handling their own affairs. One Wednesday, my driver George came to my desk with a problem. George was in his late fifties with a bit of a gut and long gray hair past his shoulders he tucked under one of our company trucker caps. When shaved, he was the spitting image of George Peppard, if George had been a bit of a hippie. 

“I got this notice I forgot about,” George said in his raspy smoker’s voice while handing me an official looking piece of paper.

I looked it over to discover he’d gotten an overweight ticket and had to appear in Parker on Friday. For any of my other drivers, this would have been a ‘them’ problem, but George was half of a husband-and-wife team I relied on for expedited services and they had a load to go out with Sunday night. Another problem was that, despite earning higher than average wages for a team at the time, they never had any money and rarely had reliable transportation.

“What the fuck George? You have to be in court on Friday or they’ll suspend your license.”

“I know, I know. Can I take the truck to Parker for my court appointment?”

He could tell from the look on my face I was quickly figuring out how much fuel that would burn, not to mention the fact he’d probably need an advance on his next check for a motel and food. Then I remembered the clause in our liability policy prohibiting drivers using equipment for personal needs. “I can’t let you do that. Too much of a liability exposure.” I checked his summons again and saw the case was set for 9:00am. “I guess I’ll drive you over there tomorrow night so you can be ready to go to Michigan on Sunday.”

“I’m really sorry man. I’ll buy us dinner and pay for the gas.”

“Yay, another date with a married man that ends up in a cheap motel.”

He let out a growl of a laugh. “What time we leaving?”

“Let’s say three o’clock, that way we miss rush hour and were headed north when the sun starts going down.”

“Three it is boss.”

The next day George and I drove out to Parker in my pickup. The conversation for the first half of the journey revolved mainly around trucking, trucks, accidents we’d seen, and his tall tales about making thousands of dollars a week ten years prior when, as he put it, “trucking was good.” During the second half of the drive, he talked about his life in the rodeo and drew my attention to the belt buckle he’d won riding bulls. To listen to him speak, he’d slept with every cowgirl and broken every bone.

Eventually we pulled into Parker as the setting sun started to make long shadows across its lazy streets. I turned into the parking lot of an old motel from the fifties trying its darndest to convey the feeling of an alpine ski chalet dropped in the desert. After getting our key, I drove to the end of the building and parked in front of the door of room twenty-five, the same age I was turning today, as it was my birthday. A fact I hadn’t told George.

The room was dark with mustard gold flocked walls, dark furniture with molded plastic fronts, navy blue spreads on two queen beds, the biggest avocado green lamps with gold shades I’d ever seen, and gold and green shag carpet that probably contained forty years of cigarette smoke, cum, and God only knows what else. Even opening the stiff brocade navy curtains did nothing to lighten the mood that I could best describe as funerial. George flung his Walmart bag of belongings onto the bed nearest the bathroom. 

“Hey look, they got a coin operated bed. Wonder if it still works?” He reached in his pocket, fished out a quarter, and stuck it in the slot. Instantly, the bed came to life, well, if it was epileptic. It shook and shimmied, slamming the headboard against the wall. If anyone was next door, they probably thought we were having an affair. “Heh, heh, this could be fun with a friend.”

I put my bag on the luggage rack and prayed hard there wasn’t any sort of infestation in the room. “You want to try that place across the street? Looks like it might have good steaks. Plus, I can have a drink and not worry about driving.”

“Sounds good boss.”

When we were seated in our brown Naugahyde banquette, George pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and put it on the table. “No arguments, I’m getting dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, but I can expense it, you can’t.”

“I’ll give you the receipt.”

And now I had a little window into why George’s finances were so bad.

The waitress came over and took our drink order, he ordered a whiskey sour and, having never had one, I ordered the same. As was the case for most of my twenties, this prompted an ID check. She looked at my date of birth and immediately grinned, “Happy birthday!!”

George cocked one of his bushy eyebrows at me as she walked away. “It’s your birthday?”

“Yep, the big two-five.” 

“Twenty-five? Fuck, I thought you were like nineteen or twenty. I ain’t been as skinny and hairless as you since I was a teenager.”

I fluffed up the few blonde hairs on my forearm, “I have hair.”

George placed his giant furry tattooed forearm next to mine and flexed, making the crudely drawn woman wearing a bikini move her hips in a way that said to me, “Cute little girly arm you have there.”

I took my arm off the table in embarrassment. It didn’t matter how much protein I drank or weights I lifted; I remained a string bean.

George laughed at my shyness. “So, you’re gay?”

I looked around to see if anyone was in earshot. Small rural towns are historically bad places for men with booming voices to out your sexuality. “Jesus George, keep it down.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m fine with it.”

“You might be, but Farmer John over there might want to lynch me.”

George looked around to see a mid-forties man eating alone a few booths over. “Please, I could take him. Besides, he’s too into his soup to pay attention to anything else.” He paused the conversation as our drinks were delivered. “A long time ago my wife thought for sure she was going to lose me to a rodeo clown named Dan. So, really, it’s not a big deal for me.”

So many things to unpack in that last sentence of his. Suddenly I was sitting next to a bisexual George Peppard look-a-like who used to fuck rodeo clowns. I only had one question for him. “Did you do it while he was in the clown get up?”

His loud laugh turned into a coughing fit that took him a moment to quell. “Nah, I’m not that kinky.”

Our conversation for the rest of dinner jumped around from gay rodeos to country music and our mutual admiration of Latino men. The last subject was brought about by the Mexican man who bussed our table and elicited a gasp when he turned around and showed off the most perfect ass either of us had ever seen. 

“Damn, have to put that one in the spank bank,” George whispered.

“Keep staring at his ass that hard and you won’t be able to get up from the table.”

The experience finished with the restaurant staff singing Happy Birthday to me illuminated by a single candle stuck in a piece of German chocolate cake. All in all, not the worst birthday I’d ever spent. Not even the worst date I’d had. 

Back at the motel a tension started building.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” George said pulling apart the pearl snaps on the front of his western shirt. His menagerie of tattoos continued onto his hairy chest and back. The color difference between his arms and the rest of his body was slightly startling, like he was wearing brown opera-length gloves. He slipped off his boots and socks, and then I heard the clang of his belt buckle colliding with the metal button on his jeans. The weight of the belt made his pants dropped to the floor with a thud and suddenly George’s bare ass was facing me. For a man in his fifties, he had a great ass. Big, round, barely drooping at all, with a little dark fur in the crack. He hung up the pants and then turned and went into the bathroom and for a moment I caught a glimpse of his uncut cock swaying alongside a set of swinging balls. Instantly my cock moved in my pants. 

Ten minutes later a naked George with wet hair emerged from the bathroom and plopped onto the bed he’d claimed. I must have had some sort of expression on my face because he said, “Hope you don’t mind, slept naked my whole life.”

I got up and retrieved my leather toiletry bag. “No, no, that’s, that’s fine. Not like I’ve never seen a naked man before.”

I got undressed by the little shelf with a rod trying to be a closet and went into the steamy bathroom. I opened up my little bag to take out my toothbrush and toothpaste and spied something I’d forgotten I had. A little black rubber douche bulb with a red tip. “Should I?” I asked myself. My asshole winked as if it was trying to reply in the affirmative, clearly it had seen the giant dick now residing on the other side of the wall. 

Twenty minutes later I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and returned my toiletry bag to my case. I turned around and noticed George staring at the lump my dick was making under the towel. “Damn boss, you’re a big boy too.”

There was no denying the elephants in the room any longer. “Not compared to you.”

“Heh, heh, yeah, that clown I used to see called me ‘donkey’.

I walked over to the table between our beds and set up my travel alarm for seven and then sat on my bed for the first time. It crinkled like there was hard plastic over the mattress. “What the fuck is that?”

“Probably an old mattress protector that’s given up the ghost.”

As I got up to see if I could remove the crinkly sound from my bed, the towel lost its grip on my waist and fell to the floor.

“Fuck boy! You got a pretty ass!!”

George’s comment made me spin around and my dick swung out, partially from centrifical force, partially from going hard from his comment.

“Damn boy, you’re almost as long as me.” He wrapped his calloused meat hook around the middle of my dick. “Not quite as thick though. But fuck that’s nice.”

I continued to get harder in his hand and he pulled me closer to his bed. His cock slowly grew from a limp fat curl resting on his balls into a steely rod rivalling the big flashlight under the seat of my pickup. It grew so tight, the weight of his big balls pulled on the skin connected at the base of his cock. “I bought you dinner, shouldn’t you put out?” 

“That’s sexist.”

“How, were both men?”

“Okay, you’re married.”

“She don’t care. She knew about Dan. Hell; she was teasing me about staying in a room with you. Saying how maybe I could get a raise out of it.”

I stood and thought for a moment as my heart pulsed in my chest and my cock pulsed in his hand.

“Your dick seems to think it’s a good idea.” He wiped precum off the end of my cock with his thumb and sucked it off. “Mmm, tasty.”

George grabbed my right inner thigh and tipped me off balance, forcing my hands to steady myself on his bed, as he lifted me up onto his stubbly face. Normally, I can give a decent blowjob while somebody eats my ass, but George’s skills were next level. He worked his wide flat tongue over my hole and occasionally sucked on my pucker. The feeling was so intense, all I could do was stare at the mirror over the dresser and take in the complete look of bliss on my face.

His thick pipe bounced up and down, beckoning me to take a taste, but the motion on my ass made me greedy for more and I didn’t want to lose contact with his tongue. The stubble scratching my balls and ass only added to the amazing indulgence. After some time, I felt bad for not paying attention to his now drooling cock and I leaned forward in an attempt to show my appreciation. George placed his big hands on my smooth chest and sat me upright over his face. “Don’t worry about me, just enjoy it, it’s your birthday. Just don’t cum yet.” 

And enjoy it I did. For the better part of thirty minutes his tongue writhed against my sphincter and his hands found my sensitive nipples. He’d pinch my nipples and use them to pull me down harder onto his face, his spit making my seat too slippery to keep my balance.

His fingers were next to explore my hole. First one, then two, and then three. He pulled me down to where my head could reach his cock. “Get that cock wet. Make it shine.”

I worked as much of his meat as I could into my mouth and used my hand to draw his precum to the top. The mixture of cum and spit bubbled and frothed around the folds of his foreskin. Every moan he let go of vibrated my body on top of him.

Soon, his cock was lathered in our natural lubricant, and he lift my pelvis off of him. “What position do you like?”

I thought for a moment and then told him the truth. “I take it however it’s given sir.”

“Fuck yeah, good answer. You like it a little rough?”

“Never really thought about it, but looking back on the better experiences, yeah, I guess I do.” 

He got out of bed and stood by the side. “Get on your back.” I did as he said, and he reached around my smooth thighs with his dark hairy forearms and pulled me, so my ass hung over the edge. I looked over and was happy to be able to see all the action in the mirror. He noticed me looking. “You like watching yourself get fucked?”

“I want to see that thing disappear in me.”

He pressed his cock into my hole. At first, my fear made me clench, but slowly I was forced to give into his intrusion. My breath became staccato as more and more of him slid into me. “Just breathe, I’ll do the rest.” Instead of going all in at once he used a rocking motion to push into me, then pull out a little, then in a little deeper than before, then out a little until I felt his warm body bumping into my ass. “Damn little boy, you can take a dick.”

“Thank you, sir,” slipped out of my mouth more natural than my name.

He stayed with the gentle rocking for a while as we both enjoyed the friction of our bodies together. Slowly he started to incorporate my nipples into our play. Twisting, pulling, sucking, biting, until they were bright red buoys on my pale sea of skin. The more he played with them, and I squeezed his cock with my ass, the more he moaned and moaned.

George stood up and put my feet flat on his chest. “You ready to get fucked?”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“That was just getting you used to it.”

Slowly his pace picked up and I could hear his knee click from the motion every now and again. With my feet pinned in the curve created from his pectoral going into his shoulder he started slamming into me harder and harder. His hands found my nipples and his rough fingers tortured my already tender skin. Faster and faster, he banged into me while his hands tortured squeezed and yanked on my tits.

The warmth of my own cum surprised me as my cock shot stream after stream.

George looked down at my body covered in my masculine glaze. “I still got it. Fuck yeah!” 

I couldn’t help but smile at the childlike elation he had for my hands-free orgasm.

“You want it in you or on you?”

“Fill me up sir.”

The pounding I had experience up to this point paled in comparison to the five minutes of jackhammering required to unleash his baby batter into my guts. His moans got louder and more animalistic with every thrust until his hands dug into my thighs and he pressed his cock as deep as he could into me. I’ve always loved the feeling of a man cumming in me, but this was otherworldly. The first few streams of his cum were release as he stood stationary, frozen in ecstasy, then he started rocking his cock back and forth as little spurts of jizz pounded my insides.

He stood for a while with my feet still planted on his chest, kissing the insides of my calves. Eventually the cock plugging and stretching my hole started to soften and my ass betrayed my deepest desires and evicted our limp invader. Instinctively, I spun around on the bed and cleaned the remnants of the evening off his cock, his cum and spit coating my face.

“Good boy.” 

He laid back onto the bed and pulled me close to him, resting my head on his furry chest. I wrapped my leg around him, my thigh resting over his warm crotch.

“What time did you set the alarm for,” he asked.

“Seven.”

“Set it for six.”

I reached over and made the adjustment. “Take you that long to get ready in the morning?” 

He playfully slapped my ass and turned off the lamp. Into the darkness he said, “No, I usually wake up hard and I got some quarters for the bed.”

I know he could feel my face smile against his chest.