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Charles has just been hired to teach geography in a private high school for boys from rich families. He’s a handsome 34-year-old man, dark brown hair, hairy chest, peachy butt, and a bulge that doesn’t go unnoticed. The principal even told him to wear a jockstrap so that his cock is not so much in evidence. “Keep your family jewels tucked nicely inside”, he said.

The John A Macdonald College, in honor of Canada’s first Prime minister, welcomes boys aged from 14 to 18, from grade 9 to 12. Charles is a senior high school teacher, so his students are all over 16. The main responsibility of Charles is not so much teaching geography but maintaining order in the private college. He’s the prefect of discipline and is known for giving a spanking when a student misbehaves. Behind his back, Charles is called the “master of discipline”.

When a 17 or 18-year-old student is summoned to Charles’ office, there is no doubt in the mind of the youngster that he will have to drop his pants for a few blows on the buttocks. Charles goes further and pulls down the underwear to caress what he likes the most: a young guy’s ass. The first time a student gets punished, the spanking doesn’t really hurt. Boys are usually stoic and many let the master of discipline slide his finger in their crack. They don’t dare argue when Charles darts their shit hole, congratulating them on a yummy rosebud.

When Anthony is called a second time to Charles’ office, the prefect locks the door but the blinds are not completely closed. He pulls down his own pants to show a bulging sweaty jockstrap. “This is your second offence, Tony. You will wear my jock for a special spanking.” Charles strips naked and watches the student slip on his musky gear. There’s nothing more that excites the prefect than a bubble butt framed in a white sweaty jockstrap. It so happens that Tony has the peachiest ass in the college.

This time, Charles stands in front of Tony, his naked dick rubbing against the student’s pouch. He holds him tight and starts slapping his ass cheeks. Feeling young fresh skin excites the prefect and sends shocks to his shaft. As for Tony, the reaction is not what the prefect expected. The boy gets hard, moans with pleasure, smiles and approaches his lips to kiss his master of discipline.  

Teacher and student bond sexually. Their attraction is obviously a well-kept secret. Or is it really? A week or two later, the principal of John A. Macdonald College stops by Charles’ office, and sits down for a private conversation. “It has come to my attention that you have given a spanking to Anthony. I have nothing against this kind of punishment, but it must be done in a very private place. Your blinds or not completely closed and students can accidently see what is going on. I hope I made myself clear.”

Charles had a narrow escape this time; he must now be extra careful in his fantasies of young asses to grope. Instead of reducing his ardor, the principal’s warning encourages him to increase the number of detentions and to fool around with at least one pair of fresh buttocks per week, in complete safety of course.

Every time he orders a student to meet him, it’s after the gym period, after the shower that he has supervised. Behind closed door and blinds, Charles says: “I will not register your detention if you let me bite your ass instead of spanking it.” This is a lure into which the student easily falls. The prefect of discipline takes the opportunity to lick the ass and to slide his tongue in the clean yummy shit hole, which he poetically calls a rosebud.

When Tony gets rimmed, he is so excited. It’s a first for him, of course, and he wants to share this incredible pleasure by also indulging in ass eating. Charles and Tony, both in jocktraps, devour each other’s ass with frenzy, as if their lives depended on it. The geography teacher has all sorts of techniques to spice up their carnal encounters. He sometimes covers the anus with whipped cream and calls it a peach sundae. He smells his partner’s musky jockstrap while he sticks his tongue as far as possible, then shoots his jizz on Tony’s divine hole to lick it greedily. He alternates between tongue-fucking and kissing on the lips, mixing ass juice and saliva.

In the middle of the second semester, Charles is asked to substitute for the grade 12 geography teacher on sick leave. This is how he gets to know Brad, the captain of the football team, who happens to sport the biggest ass in the entire college. The athlete has a reputation for being a diehard straight guy among his classmates, but Charles questions this assertion. Isn’t this a subtle way to hide latent homosexual desires? The fact remains that during his first detention, Brad presents his ass as soon as the door is closed and says: “go ahead, spank me, you fucking faggot!”

Charles puts all his enthusiasm into caressing, pinching and slapping the footballer’s huge butt. He soon notices that Brad is getting as hard as a stallion in heat. He’s cut, thick and hairy, so fucking virile! Charles can feel the student’s shaft pulsing, ready to explode. No need to let a load of jizz spill over the floor. His mouth engulfs Brad’s virile sword and pumps the precious nectar which soon drips on his face. Charles is tempted to say: “No girlfriend has ever satisfied you as I did!” He keeps this thought to himself, and tries to imagine a reason to detain Brad next week… and push his exploration of the sublime ass further.

Luck is on the teacher’s side. The student shows up to geography class three minutes lates. Brad has his ticket to another detention. He has a plan in mind, a challenge that he hopes the master of discipline will be able to firmly and deeply meet… When he shows up, Brad is wearing leather pants with a zipper on the back door. The message is clear. He wants to be fucked. He’s not the diehard straight dude of John A. Macdonald College. He’s the faggot who dreams of a man pounding his joystick in a virile begging hole.

Charles steps forward, ready to shoe his cock into the hottest ass he’s ever seen. Brad stops him and says: “You have the green light if your tool is either thicker or longer that mine.” The two men suck each other to display all their splendor. They measure the end result and the verdict is predictable: Brad has a thicker chopper and Charles has a longer throbber. Ass pounding in a college is about to experience an apotheosis worth of the Guinness Book of Records.

The teacher lubricates his cock and rubs his mushroom against the squeezy hole, shoving the shaft halfway in and out. The slave encourages the master to pound him deeper. This is all new to him but the pain-pleasure combination excites him to a point never reached before. The few times Brad has fucked a cunt, he had fun but it doesn’t compare to this manly nirvana. Charles positions himself to not only fuck Brad with rhythm but to kiss him on the neck, the ears and the lips. When he’s ready to ejaculate, the master pulls out his pulsing shaft to squirt the slave all over his face, to lick the jizz and to French kiss the best fuck buddy who has ever crossed his path.

* * *

A personal note to conclude. I went to a private boarding school and we had a prefect of discipline, a priest, who liked to hug young seminarians warmly. I was too naïve at the time to imagine that there was any sexual overtone.

I’d admired his profile for weeks. Who wouldn’t? A Black man of 6’7”, 190, 30” waist, tattoos all over his body, very good looking bearded face. His cock, a thick and massive 10.5 inches. I have lusted over Christopher, and imagined what it might be like to take his dick down my throat or up my backside. 

Christopher must have noticed how many times I visited his profile on this particular site. He sent me a smile and asked how I was doing. Our chat quickly led me to state I wanted to hook up with him and his rate. We agreed to terms and I prepared myself for a long deep-dicking.

When I arrived to his place, his presence overwhelmed me. He was tall, dark, and intimidating, and immediately I wanted to submit to him. He invited me inside and told me to get comfortable while he stripped off his basketball shorts and t-shirt. I just stared at his amazing body, in a trance, not believing this magnificent creature was really right in front of me. His elephant trunk cock dangled between his legs, not even hard yet.

After I stripped to my royal blue Gym jockstrap, he spoke in a gruff voice.

”Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said.

Christopher lit a blunt and passed it to me. After we both took a couple of hits he laid down on his bed, his arms behind his head. Once again I was caught staring at him. I wanted so badly to lick the dark tufts of hair under his arms, but didn’t want to take the chance. His scent filled me with desire. My nose filling with his masculinity, a beautiful combination of musk and sweat.

“Go on, have a taste.”, Christopher said as he looked into my eyes, sensing my need to feel his member in my mouth, and eventually down my throat. 

I positioned myself flat on my stomach. My head between his legs and I inhaled deeply. I began by licking his smooth silky balls, both the shape of small eggs. I swiped my tongue over and over again slathering wetness all over them before taking them both inside my stretched open jaws and giving a gentle suck. 

Once I detached from his balls, I looked up to see his eyes closed, and his cock had fully engorged to its full mast. I took a hit of poppers, opened wide, and pushed my head down as far as it could go, and there were still a few inches remaining. Christopher assisted by pushing down on the back of my head and the plunge was completed. There I was breathing through my nose with this huge cock stuck down my throat, and my caged cock was aching between my legs. 

I began to move my head up and down slowly. All the way to the tip and then back down to the base until my nose was buried in his bush and my bearded chin made contact with his balls. Christopher and I held eyes as he watched me pig out on his fuckstick. He nodded his head in approval.

When I pulled off his dick, he fisted his cock and began to slap my face with it. Like a battering ram, I willingly let him abuse me with it, then I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and he held his cockhead on it and then gave it a dozen or so more slaps before clasping his hands behind his head again and letting me worship his meat with my tongue, lips, mouth and throat. I lost track of time as I was completely engrossed in pleasuring him, and showing off the many years of cocksucking talent I’d acquired over the years. 

Christopher had me positioned now so my ass was in his face and I was swallowing his cock from the opposite direction. With his face buried in my crack and his tongue fishing in my hole, I was inspired to take him deeper. I’d covered his cock in a gooey layer of throat slime. 

Once Christopher poked a couple of wet fingers in my tushy hole I was ready for the real thing. He lit the blunt again and we shared a couple of hits. He then stood at the edge of the bed and had me on all 4’s, ass up, head down. He used my own throat juices as lube and pushed inside. As each inch passed through me I was on fire. It seemed to go on forever, so many inches of throbbing dick meat probing my innards. Finally, I felt his balls bottom out and he held his cock there for just a couple of seconds. 

I took that as an opportunity to take a deep hit off the video head cleaner. A hard hand slap to the ass followed by a full on pile drive thrusting ensued. My head spun as I enjoyed the full feeling of that horsemeat thrashing inside of me. I was squealing like a pig. Each open handed swat to the ass caused me to scream out, “oh yes!”, as he aggressively took my ass to the woodshed. I felt like a true pussy faggot letting this stud take me hard. 

Christopher pulled out and commanded that I get on my knees and swallow his cock. Love going ass to mouth. I was happy to oblige, once again throating and salivating all over that tool before moving to another round of deep fucking. I laid on my back and held my ankles, exposing my trembling fuck hole.

Christopher shoved 3 fingers inside and said, “fuck man, you’re hole is fucking open for me!”

”Yes, Sir. Give me more of that dick, please!” I begged him!

Christopher didn’t need me to ask him twice. He held my ankles wide and once again plunged deep inside. It’s rare a cock can reach the depths into my hole as his did. I was exhilarated, and I tightened my sphincter to see if I could cum as he relentlessly smashed that baseball bat inside of me. I did manage to experience a minor assgasm and a dribble of cum spilled out into the fabric of the jock causing a dark stain.

Christopher pulled out again and I once again dropped to my knees in full slut mode, vigorously attacking his cock, my throat now serving as a personal fleshlight. He held my head tightly and took it to me. I placed my hands on each cheek of his muscled ass and let him thump that thick stick, treating me to an epic skull fuck. 

It was time for the finale now. I was back on my knees, head down when he initially re-entered me, but then he pushed me down flat onto the bed, pushed my legs apart and dicked me down, hammering into my butt. This was the fucking I’d wished for and I told him, “fuck me, man! Make it memorable! Fucking breed my White faggot ass!”

Christopher pushed down on the small of my back and cranked up the pace, truly causing me to moan out in a soprano range, “oh yeah! Oh fuck, oh yeah”

Then, Christopher grunted and growled as I felt his stiff meat jumping inside me, firing off jet after jet of his bull seed deep into my bowels. Holy fuck that was incredible!

When he pulled out, I could see remnants of cum covering his pubes and his cock, so once again, I was down on my knees making sure to clean up the mess and feasting on the taste of Alpha cum. 

When we finished, I pulled out my phone and sent him the money via Zelle. He hugged me at the door and said he enjoyed it, too. 

As I drove home I felt some of his liquid drip out my hole. By the time I did get home there was a wet spot on the backside of my jeans. I found a 7” dildo and shoved it up my ass and then fed myself his cum. I did this several times until there was no more. 

It was definitely worth the money, and yes, I’d do it again!

I looked at him with his head hanging backwards. I couldn’t believe that he had been the bane of my entire high school life. The constant jeering I had to endure each time I walked through the hallway or the daily trash talk I found inform of wrinkled, smelly papers in my locker. I cannot forget the drowning incident that happened that one day in the locker room.

He and a bunch of his friends pushed me into the swimming pool, knowing that I didn’t know how to swim and the gallons of water the swimming coach had to squeeze out of my water-logged lungs afterwards.

Seeing him all quiet and peaceful despite the difficult situation he will find himself in soon, I remember seeing those very pink lips parting ways for his shiny teeth as he laughed at my predicament. The water was filling up my lungs as I flapped hard against the currents. I felt myself being steadily tagged towards the deep end of the Olympic-sized swimming pool.

The three of them watched me suffer and fight for my life until the coach dived in to rescue me. I learnt that my friend had gone to call him before I’d die. 

They were reported to the principal’s office, but they went away free of charge,  with a simple warning. This was unfair, but that’s how things were  in this school. Because his father was one of the influential sponsors, he went away all free, and I had to endure more life-threatening incidents from that day on.

Things turned sour when I came out gay among other kids in my final year, but I was the most affected. I never knew why he tormented me the most out of all those other gay kids, but didn’t dare to ask why. He would probably give me a stupid answer anyway. If anyone had added fuel to the violent fire, it was this guy and his dull friends.

It became part of his daily routine to make me miserable. That was three months ago, and when my parents wanted to change the school, it was beyond me, so I refrained but that wss because I was noy going down without a fight. That was when I began to plot my revenge. 

But the very incident that sparked my revenge was not the torturing; it was when he forcibly kissed me one day in one of the locker rooms.

There, I was thinking that I had finally evaded the terrible trio when he entered with nothing but a towel around his yummy hips showing the V of all things. After P.E., he had come to shower. No wonder I heard less noise than usual, before coming from the showers; he found me bathing in the very last stall, and he smirked. 

That same evil smile turned my stomach in two ways. A bunch of cute fluttering butterflies, with what felt like a hive of bees stinging me at the same time. 

With his feet slapping against the wet floor, I froze in place because I was naked and had nowhere to run. His hair was trimmed on both sides of his perfect head, his muscular torso was out, and his arms pulsated with thick veins, indicating that he had been out in the sun after his football practice.

His abs glistened with sweat at the simple lighting from up, and by the time he reached me, my mind was compelled either to like this piece of scum or to curse him. It was an internal argument.

“What do we have here?” That annoying voice of his echoed against the wet walls of this stall,

“I was just leaving.” I timidly reached out for my towel, but he was quick to take it away.

“So fast? I didn’t interrupt you, did I?” in the softest voice possible that hid a lot of venom within, but I insisted that I should go. He threw the towel away, and it landed on the other side of the soggy floor.

With only my hands to hide my junk, I stepped aside to quickly get away from him before things escalated like they usually do, but he was too quick again as he slammed his huge hands on the very side I wanted to pass from and the other arm on the other side, trapping me in between them. Blocking my escape routes.

He was now so close, I could smell his musky scent—sweat with a mixture of his usual cologne. 

“Please, let me go.” My voice was now shaky as I was afraid of what he might do to me this time. Usually these things happened when we were either in public or he was always with his two best friends, but now we were alone, and I was afraid of him doing his worst and walking away with it, but there was also something else I was afraid of. 

My heart raced just being near him, and with him being so close to me, I was definitely having a hard-on anytime soon. We couldn’t have that.

Despite the fact that he bullied me, I grew to like this hunky trash; he was a perfect specimen whom I’d fantasied having sex with, minus the rotten soul he had inside.

“Look at me,” he barked, and I immediately looked in those green eyes that were surrounded by long lashes. He was so handsome that I didn’t blame the many girls who would die for a night with him—me being one of them—but I knew better than to walk with lions.

I held his gaze and didn’t expect what would happen next. It all happened fast when his lips were on mine just as he closed the distance between us. His warm body was on mine and his long nose poked my right cheek as he bent down. I was shocked, just as my eyes enlarged a few sizes more.

He had his own eyes closed, and when I didn’t respond to his kiss, he quickly opened them to find me looking at him shockingly.

This was quite a surprise, it was like he had done something that he shouldn’t yet he had been thinking of doing it for quite some time. 

As if he’d read my mind, he jumped off of me and cussed, which caused his towel to fall down as his rock-hard cock was exposed. It was already pulsating and calling my name, but I resisted. He was uncut, so his mushroom head was peeping out of the foreskin. It stood straight up like one of those dildos I was using at home and curved. (Yes, I played with toys.) That was when I realized something: Brian was gay or bi or something.

He must’ve realized that I had gotten the gist of it because I was immediately smacked on the cheek. His huge hand had come into contact with my wet skin and it stung so bad that I held my cheek in agony and horror. My eyes welled up with painful tears, but I held them back. His hand froze up just as his face betrayed his shock. 

He surprised himself seeing that he’d slapped me; all my pleasure dropped as my lips began to tremble against my will.

On realizing this, he quickly bent down to pick up his towel and turned back to walk away, but not before he stopped.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll do more than slap you,” a voice said with so much spite and without turning back to face me, and he left me in an emotional stupor.

This was it; I was done being the prey just as I let my hands fall to form fists. Clenching my fists while letting my nails bite into my flesh, I was going to serve this jerk a very pleasurable revenge in the hottest way possible. 

And just like that, I had Brian—the jerk who slapped me—tied onto the metal chair with zip locks and blindfolded with a muzzle on his beautiful, loud mouth. His head was hanging down with his chin resting unto his upper chest. I’d chosen one of those cabins in the woods my parents pay for and go to during their vacations, and it was payback time. 

This was a well-crafted plot that had been going on for three months until it finally happened on the very evening of our graduation day. I had convinced my parents that I was going to the after party with friends since it was our last, and they agreed. 

One thing led to another, and I ended up spiking Brian’s drink and had help from my friend, who dragged him into the car without anyone watching, and I drove with an eager and frightened heart.

 However much I’d gone over this plan in my head, I was still afraid since it was my first time kidnapping someone and the bully of all people who was built like a huge tree trunk that towered over me whenever he was near. I drove deeper into the woods until I reached the cabin, and I had to drag this dead weight into the house and tie him up before he came around. I made sure to tie him with extra ziplock just to calm my anxiety.

Groan!

I was brought back to reality when I had him groan, and his head started swinging from side to side. He was unaware of his situation until he felt himself fixed on one place that he tried to call out with no sound coming out.

Muffled noises were all I could hear, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his squirming. It was all futile. This was all planned out well, but I was still afraid to get close to him until I was sure that he couldn’t snap the binds. I was afraid of what he’d do to me if he did.

After seeing that he couldn’t free himself however much he tried, I went a head and removed his blindfold, and the look on his face when he saw me was priceless.

I folded my arms across my chest while standing at a distance just as his angry eyes shot daggers at me. Those thick eyebrows were knit together  that they formed a faux unibrow. More muffled words, which I guess were threats and curses, but I didn’t care. I’d had enough of his voice to care.

“ Aww! Are you hurting?” I taunted him while I inched closer. Using the same soft voice he’d used on me in the showers.

“I can help you with that.” Slowly, I approached him, but I was still cautious. His continuous bullying had created a very deep scar on my psyche, but I moved forward. On reaching him, he shook hard enough to make the heavy metal chair that was screwed to the floor squeak like it was going to break, and I stepped back out of fear and habit, enough that my heart raced faster than that of a hunting cheetah. 

More muffles followed, and I turned to see his eyes smiling along with his gagged mouth. He must’ve been smirking underneath the fold, happy at his handiwork. The amount of work he put in to create me, his scaredy puppy. 

My emotions erupted seeing him have power over me, even when I thought that I was in charge, and I ended up connecting my hands with his cheek and a loud slapping sound followed. Everything stood still; even the crickets stopped. I had given him the same thing he gave me three months ago.

This had reminded me that I was the predator, just as my heart calmed down. 

I grabbed his jaw with the very hand I’d slapped him with enough force to squeeze his perfect cheeks, and I looked at him.

“I’m done running away.” I literally spat these words out to him: “It’s time to taste your own bitter medicine,” and with that, I dropped his jaw and turned my back on him. It was time to bring out the tray.

The tray had a packet of condoms, a bottle of my favorite lube, a pair of scissors, and baby oil. His eyes widened at this, and I guess he was speculating about what was going to happen as he tried to set himself free again, but to no avail. 

“Oh, this? It’s just something I think you’ll love.” Having a conversation with a gagged man was not easy, but seeing his eyes wide with fear created some sense of justice and a new wave of confidence that pushed me to do what I did next.

I kneeled down before him with the pair of scissors and began cutting away his shirt. I needed to expose that yummy chest that was teasing me when it was playing peekaboo with his V-neck shirt. 

Of course, I met some resistance, but I threatened him by saying that I would cut his nipples off if he became a menace. 

I don’t know why he stopped and obeyed; I guess he saw the look in my eyes—the gaze of someone ready to do anything just to get justice.

Exposing his chest, smooth as always, I opened up a bottle of baby oil and began slathering it on his body. He shuddered at my touch and tried to hide it, but I knew better. I saw the baby oil slide down his abs and used my hands to cover every inch of his beautiful chest. I had smooth hands so he must’ve felt great to my dismay but I was enjoying myself nonetheless. I was always looking forward to this moment and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

 He just had his green eyes full of scrambled emotions until I pinched one of his nipples, which earned me a grunt.

“Oh my! Someone’s sensitive here,” I teased, and he immediately scowled at me, which forced me to take a slap of obedience once again, earning me some silence.

“I don’t require such arrogance from you, mister,” making his cheek redder than usual, and his scowl immediately vanished into glassy eyes. He had seen nothing yet; he was just starting.

I kept playing with his nipples until I couldn’t take his grunting anymore. Pinching them in-between my thumb and index fingers, biting them a bit, sucking on them while he looked at me. By the time I stopped, he had forgotten the slap and he was moaning once more.

“It looks like we are enjoying ourselves.” I threw in a taunt just to see how he’d react, but he didn’t betray his emotions yet!

As for the trousers, I just opened the zipper and exposed his black briefs.

I went on to sit on his lap with my legs resting on either side of the chair, and immediately his body shook in protest. I had also zip locked his powerful legs on each side of the chair, restricting his movements.

“Don’t make me slap you again now,” and that was the end of the body quake, which earned him a few pats on the cheeks with a thank you from yours truly. 

I could feel his anger boiling. Knowing him, he always liked to dominate but he was being dominated and  helpless which pissed him off.

With my hands on his nipples once more, I squeezed them gently while I buried my face between his shoulder and neck, and I inhaled his scent. Even when he bullied me, his scent always made me want to be near him, and I resented myself for it, but now I couldn’t help but start giving him a few kisses on his neck while I pinched at his hard nipples.

I began twisting my hips while seated in his groin area, moving up and down. In the process, my own chest was closer to his and we shared a certain kind of warmth. I was doing things I’d always think about doing with him, minus the restraints. This would be where he had his powerful hands on either side of my waist as we kissed, but his mouth was shut.

I couldn’t feel any resistance from Brian, only grunts and heavy breaths, he was gradually giving in to my caresses. I could feel myself rising underneath my pants just at the scent of his skin and cologne, but I was even more surprised when I felt his very own member rising and poking my ass through his exposed briefs.

“ Oh? What is this?” I drew back to look at him, and he looked away with his cheeks blushing redder than the slap could make, which led me to start riding him, dry. Moving up and down to his tent while pinching his nipples.I kept that going for about a minute more while faking my moans (kinda) at riding him until I felt that it was time for another phase.

I stood up and knelt down before him once more as I went on to free him of the terrible fabric that was in the way of his humongous hard-on.

Ever since I saw it that day in the showers, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I was going to see it and touch it without any assault.

He had begun to quiver, and I gave him another slap. I was tired of his squirms, because I knew that he wanted this just as much as I did. 

This stopped him as I pulled down his black briefs, letting his wood fly free. 

It stood up proud and tall with a curved top, just like I remembered it standing tall with pride and a whiff of his arrogance. I could see why he was deemed perfect by every girl he dated; bad thing they didn’t know that he had a thing for gay guys, and I was about to fulfill his closeted wish. ( devilish smile)

“Hmmm, what a feast!” I meant it because my lips were itching to taste it. This would be my third blow job, and I intended to make it hurt since it was the bully himself.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” I inquired, expecting no answer from him, as I immediately had my mouth take him whole. It was perfect—not the way I’d imagined his curvy cock, but me having him in my mouth. 

Ever since that kiss, I’d grown to want Brian to make me his, which I resented but my body liked. Maybe that’s why I was reluctant to change schools. I wanted to see more of him every day, and every time he bullied me, I just wanted him more, and let’s say he created this monster that was feasting on his hard wood.

My greedy mouth didn’t want to let go, but every time his long dick rubbed at my epiglottis, I ended up trying to gag, so I decided to focus on the tip and half way through the curve. Of course, that earned me a throaty moan with his head thrown aback. He was enjoying this, and this was not his first time getting sucked.

He was not supposed to be having the time of his life; he was supposed to hurt, but seeing him force his hips to match my beat urged me to pick up my pace. Once a prey, always a prey

I felt his breathing start to change and quicken as I created more friction from my movements, and that’s when I decided to let go and move unto the next phase. 

He literally growled when I stood up and stepped back, leaving him amidst ecstasy. His eyes were now murderous since I had robbed him of his climax, and that very look annoyed me so much that I slapped him twice on both cheeks. He had it coming.

“You have no right to climax until I find it fit for you.” I raised my voice with anger. “This is my field and my rules, and if you make me repeat that, I swear, I’ll castrate you right here and now.” My anger slowly faded when I saw a stack of raw emotions spread across his face. He had never seen this side of me, and I even surprised myself. I had never said such fiery words fo anyone. He knew I’d do everything I told him, so I looked away without a word, or in this case, a grunt, thinking that I was done as his cock had now deflated. 

“Oh no, love, we are just starting.” These words earned me a look of confusion until he saw me unzip my pants and I threw them into the couch next to us, then he knew what was next. Since he’d seen me naked before, I didn’t shy away from exposing myself to him.

My cock came out, semi-hard, and I was getting ready for action. 

I chose to sit in the one-arm chair in front of him with a tube of lube. I was going to stretch myself for his cock. It was time for part two, and I wanted him to watch. 

Leaning back into the soft chair, I spread my legs with my hole exposed for him to see. His eyes widened enough, and I saw him swallow a few  gulps of saliva. Long forgotten were the slaps, and now he had that hungry look back in his eyes.

I squirted some lube on my fingers, and I began with a finger teasing my entry point. The grooves on the outside felt sensitive to my touch, causing me to jerk backwards, just like every time I’d use my toys. I might’ve given blowjobs, but I had never had sex with anyone, and this jerk would be my first. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I took my time feeling the outside of my ass until I felt my inside itching. I wanted to reach it so badly.

Using my first finger, I slid inside. It went in without resistance.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned up well for you.” I caught Brian’s hungry gaze at my foreplay; I had him where I wanted him. I was starting to suspect that he might’ve had sex with another guy.

“I’m stretching real good for you; a moment please.” With shallow breaths, it came out in the form of a moan, and I immediately put in the second finger, which was a big stretch, but I didn’t feel any pain. I had done this every time I was horny.

It felt so good as I finger-slid inside my wet ass, in and out. Feeling my fingers inside me created even a bigger itch that needed something long and thick to reach out and scratch it, and by chance it was right before me. I increased the pace just as that itch intensified, my fingers were too short to reach further but they were doing something to me. I closed my eyes as I held my balls while I fingered myself. I had forgotten about Brian until I opened my eyes.

I was moaning at the pleasure I felt encasing my whole body that I curled my toes at the action.

Brian was practically drooling through the gag, and over me, he was finally showing his true colors, or wants in this case. How I longed for that very look he had right now? I always wanted him to want me like he did right now. ‘Was I dreaming?’ I thought to myself, but I wasn’t since I was about to shoot a load before I could ride my prey.

He had always behaved straight and picked on gay kids at school, but I knew better. After the shower stall incident, I confirmed the truth with my own lips, and he was such a good kisser. (No lie there.)

“Like what you see?” While fingering my ass—so much for perfect and straight—his cock was hard once again and dancing in the air with eagerness and his hands were clenched and his arms bulging like he wanted to snap them inorder to reach my welcoming hole. His cock was the perfect toy for my growing itch.

Pulling my fingers out, I stood up with the tube of lube and proceeded towards him.

“Just what I needed.” Holding his rock-hard cock in my hand and stroking it with my wet hands, I looked up at him; his eyes had started to roll back inside his head, and I was surprised that he didn’t say a word or shake at my approach.

In a blink of an eye, I tore out the packet of a condom, pulled back his foreskin go expose that purple mushroom head and placed it gently on my toy—I mean, his cock—while adding more lube to it. I slathered the slippery lube onto his cock, up to the base. I began jerking him off, and once again through the latex, his hips moved to my rhythm. 

Finally, I let go of his curvy dick and went ahead to push it in me.

I positioned myself before him, with my legs on either side of his huge frame, as I gently guided his cock into me.Like an arrow piercing and throwing flesh, I felt him penetrate me, causing both of us to take in sharp breaths. It slid smoothly inside and I ate each and every inch until my buttocks met his lap and groin area.

“If only you were not gagged, I’d have kissed you.” I was talking through my teeth as I felt him embedded within my confines, having him fully inside and the itch grew so unsettled that I had to start moving.

Doing some leg work, I had to push myself up and down onto his woody member with my hands on his shoulders for support. I met no resistance from him this time. He had been waiting for this too as he kept his green eyes on me.

My own head was thrown back from the warm pleasure I was receiving from Brian’s cock. This, this was no ordinary toy; this was the real deal. 

“You like that, don’t you?” I kept asking him, but all I got were grunts and breathy responses from a new flushed Brian who had closed his eyes by now.

It went on and on as the metal chair was now at our mercy when I decided to pick up the pace. My butt was slapping his exposed thighs as I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing his huge cock. 

“Oh yes!” I cried out of pleasure as he added his own moans to the choir we’d created.

The urge to scratch the itch was in the middle stages of development, causing my legs to move even faster while my hold on his shoulder intensified. I could feel Brian struggling with the intense pleasure as his fingers curled with every impalement inside of me.

This got me sweating and Brian panting through his gag. 

I couldn’t tell how long I was like that, but until my itch was gone, I was not going to stop moving.

By some force, I could feel myself being pulled down unto his cock without end when I pushed myself up, and this action went on. The sound and smell of latex and lube filled the room. My hands were now around his shoulders for support, and when I looked at him, his eyes were hungrier by the minute. His gaze pierced me just like he was piercing me from below without mercy. 

This annoyed me to some extent since I needed him to suffer, so I changed positions, I wanted to look away before my mood was spoiled. I wanted to slap him some more, but I didn’t. I had more daggering matters at hand. 

I finally decided to change positions when I turned and had my back against him. I had to sit between his spread legs. I once again felt some force pull me down as I immediately slammed his cock into me. I was now full again, and the itch was growing more inpatient.

I had my hands on either side of my powerful thighs as I began to ride him like crazy.

With every rub, I felt him connect, and at times he rubbed that sweet spot that had been itching me. This had me reaching for my own cock that was begging for my undivided attention.

I was stroking myself while bouncing on his juicy cock. My back was doing half of the work. I decided to lean back against his warm, solid chest while I pushed my hips to move. I’d spent years wanting to get closer to this chest. 

The times he was close enough for me to touch were either when he was bullying me or threatening me, so when my clothed back lay against his chest, I felt like I’d finally won something. I felt him flinch, and I felt happy. I went on further to lean my neck deeper into his shoulder, exposing my own neck. Good thing he had a gag on, or he would’ve bit me. That is what I thought until I felt Brian’s own cheek on my neck.

I almost stopped arching my back until I felt him do what felt like him caressing my neck. This was new, and I decided to play along with it. I was getting tired from the action until I felt him start to arch his own back. It was like he had sensed my fatigue and picked up from where I stopped, I placed my hands on both of his thighs. He began to thrust into me with vigor, and the repeated rubbing of my sweet spot allowed me to spill the longest amount of cum onto my rug, just as I felt him clench once more as he released into the condom with his cheeks on my neck. His warm breath coated my neck, which felt good to some point, I had never felt this good and it was better than my fantasy or toys. If only Brian wasn’t a bad guy, he would’ve been a great lover but alas!

Too bad it was revenge; I’d have wanted to feel his cum deep inside me.

I kept on having him rub me some more until I felt his shuddering orgasm stop. I stayed still with his jaw on my neck, I won’t lie I wanted to stay like that, with him buried inside of me but I couldn’t. I would never see him again.

I stood up with the little energy I’d been left with as his cock popped when it left my open hole. I decided to remove the condom and dispose of it in the toilet and I cleaned my cum off the rug, before I went on to remove his gag.

I was ready to slap it back on if he screamed.

Cautiously, I reached out my hands behind his head to remove the gag; my face was near his.

I had bent over as he looked up at me with his green eyes. I avoided them since I’d get lost in those eyes like I always do. Just as I had removed the muzzle and thrown it away, he used his legs and body weight to push me forward, and my lips settled on his. He’d done it on purpose, and since I was drained, I ended up collapsing in his lap and wrapping my hands around his neck while we kissed. I don’t know why I obliged, but my body wouldn’t listen to me. He was still the best kisser ever. I opened my mouth for his tongue, and we exchanged saliva. I really was getting my dream fulfilled( I think) cause I was turning my head from the kisses we were sharing. I couldn’t stop this since he was also not ready to stop.

Mastering enough self-control, I jumped away from him. ,

“Please, one more kiss.” Did I hear it correctly? Was he begging me for a kiss? This turned out to be even more complicated. The way he pleaded reached out to me. It touched the very place I’d abandoned within my heart. The same place that had hopes of having a relationship with this jerk. It was slowly being opened which I really didn’t like. It was breaking the  barrier I’d built around my heart, the vow to never fall in love with this jerk. I expected him to snap at me or curse me, but no, he begged me for a kiss.

“ What? Really?” I was full of questions,this was genuine surprise and not some fake emotions, he was exposed and I saw the true Brian that always hid beneath, but looking at the clock behind me, I was a few minutes away from our schedule. I needed to proceed with Part C.

Looking at him, his eyes had gone soft, which was the first. This side of him was never shown to anyone at school. He looked like someone I’d love if only he treated me as someone and not something.

“First, I have to drink some water, and it looks like you do too.” It was a command, but I didn’t expect him to be this submissive. Although it was according to plan, I couldn’t help but feel bad. If only he smiled more like this, when I spoke, showing those perfect teeth. If only he’d treated me better. Maybe we could’ve had sex in a more comfortable way. My stupid heart was starting to make me feel guilty even after I’d convinced myself that I needed to do this. That was why I immediately went for the water bottle. I needed to stop this before I did something that wasn’t part of our plan.

I opened up the water bottle to take a sip but I ended up finishing it all. I was so thirsty I didn’t realize it, but it was also essential for the plan to work. I went in to open another and put it on Brian’s mouth. He took thirsty gulps of the water, and I had to slow him down if I wanted him to wake up at all. I had spiked the water for him to fall asleep.

“What’s wrong with me?” He began to drop; the drug was working, and all I had to do was work on it. part C

“Sleep well, sweetie,” I mocked him as he struggled to keep his eyes open while throwing daggers at me. His eyes looked full of hurt and betrayal, like I had betrayed his trust and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was the kind of look I’d looked forward to the whole evening, but before he had completely lost consciousness, I held up his jaw with my hand, inched closer with my eyes closed and gave him a heart felt kiss, the kind I’d give him if he was not mean to me. It lingered on a bit.

“ There’s your one kiss you asked for.” I whispered with my own voice soft and I truly meant. He fell into slumber.

After confirming that he had gone to sleep, I cleaned myself up together with Brian although I did nothing for his cut shirt. Nothing I had fit him so I called my friend. She was in on it, but I didn’t want Brian to know. We dragged him to the car when she arrived, and we had to dump him somewhere he knew when he woke up. 

I hurriedly drove back home to find my parents waiting for me. My suitcase was packed, and so was theirs. My dad was a professor at one of the universities in the UK where he’d gotten a job.

I found out three months prior to our graduation, and that’s when I began my plan. I knew that I would be gone by morning since they (my parents) had decided to sell our house and move to the UK permanently. Of course I’d miss my friend, but she was also moving to another state with her parents after being accepted into one of the prestigious colleges. She was valedictorian, and I was happy for her. 

By the time the sun rose up,I was thinking about Brian’s face when he recalls what happened that night—half way through my journey to the UK with a happy heart, knowing that I would never see Brian again, yet at the bottom I felt empty but I decided to bag those stupid emotions and enjoy my victory. My revenge had been settled, and I had left Brian a threat or blackmail just to be sure he’d never look for me.

I was going to ruin his image and his parents if he ever thought about reporting me. His father was a senator, and that would ruin his image. A video of everything I’d taken but of course, there was no video, I would never tarnish my name for the sake of revenge or for that handsome jerk.

 I knew that Brian would believe that I’d done and would do anything to ensure that he pays for what he’d done to me and based my threats on that. 

And also the moment his parents supported his ruthless act was when they declared war. I wanted him to feel what it was like to feel helpless against someone.

My eyes grew heavy as I leaned back against the window and drifted off into space with a smile on my face, I was tired and this long flight was what I needed to recuperate. Little did I know that I had left with someone’s heart.

The end…

I waited impatiently.  Nervously, I paced back and forth waiting for Mark to arrive.  He was a masseur I’d hired a couple times before but something was different this time.  It was the first time I’d booked the “deluxe” two hour massage.  My mind kept wandering over how attractive he was, tall, dark and muscled.  Very muscled and just so solid.  I had used his services a few times in the past and harbored something of a secret crush on him.  He was always so kind with the little lines around his eyes when he smiled.  The streaks of silver in his otherwise dark hair giving him a paternal countenance.   He was my every “Hot Dad” fantasy come to life.  Mark suggested I might be ready for a deluxe massage that he only shared with a few special clients.  I had always secretly hoped he offered more than just massage but this was the first glimmer of hope he gave me.  

And I was so looking forward to finding out just what deluxe was, though I was trying not to have too many expectations.  I wanted him in so many ways but didn’t know what exactly was involved.  I was trying to tell my cock that too but it twitched with hope and anticipation of what might be included.  I wasn’t sure exactly but even Mark’s regular massages were amazing.  Closing my eyes, I could almost feel his hands on m…

The doorbell startled me out what was rapidly becoming an erotic fantasy.  I opened the door and welcomed him in.  He stood before me, all six foot three inches of beefcake.  With his military short dark hair, square jaw and deep tan he could have been a film star from a fifties gladiator film.  Dressed in cargo shorts and a form fitting deep blue muscle shirt that showed off his muscled arms, I tried not to babble.  He could tell I was a bit nervous as I led him into the bedroom.  He gently put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me close for the briefest of kisses.  It was so gentle it was almost chaste.  He had never done anything so intimate in any previous sessions.  And that quick kiss sent electric shock waves through me, especially to my nether region.  
 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” he whispered softly.  I took a deep breath and inhaled.  His warm scent was just a little musky with a hint Old Spice of all things.  It was so classic and so very male. I liked his heat too, it was like standing near a warm heater on a cold night.  

My apartment was on the small side so we’d never used a table in the past.  I’d already set the bed up the same way I had for previous massages, towels laid across the bed horizontally so he could maneuver easily as he worked.  We made small talk while I took off my clothes.  Normally he would work without his shirt but leave his shorts on but this time I watched him take off his cargo shorts to only have on a well filled out jockstrap.  His chest was muscled, rugged and dusted with a wonderful dark trail of hair.  Mark caught me staring and gave me a  lopsided smile and a wink.  I had to force myself to stop staring, I laid face down on the bed, always a bit self conscious at being in such a vulnerable position.  He was a walking wet dream and well, I was depressingly average.  

Laying on my stomach,  he lit a couple of candles in the darkened room.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to relax and he began.  The warmth of his hands, the light scent of the oil and rhythmic motions up and down my back helped me fade into a languorous stupor.  Every knot in my back started to unwind and my skin grew slick from the heat of the room, the oil and his hands.  

A bit later, I had drifted off to a warm happy place when he got to my ass after working my legs.  While he’d always worked on my gluts in the past this time was different with the level of attention and intensity.  Then he poured out a a bit more oil and gently worked it into my crack, sliding his fingers back and forth over my hole.  I could feel my ass quiver ever so slightly.  And my cock which had been only semi-erect but quickly grew to be rock hard.  

“Spread your legs a bit.” he said softly.  And I complied willingly.  He teased up and down and just over my hole lightly, just using the tiniest part of his finger to tease my hole.  In and out  Over and over again.  I moaned softly.  It felt so good.  I tried not to push back too much but I couldn’t help myself.  

As I purred, he slowly used his finger just a bit at a time, deeper and deeper with each stroke, opening me up ever so slowly.  Finally he worked most of his finger in.  Mark poured out some more oil and continued to slowly finger fuck me.  Then he hit my magic button. 

“Oh God,” I whimpered and started to really grind my ass back against his finger.  He took his time, working and stretching before adding a second finger only to illicit another gasp from me.  There was just the smallest hint of burn as he pushed past my sphincter.  A couple more minutes and the rhythmic taps on my prostate and I was harder then I had been in years.  I hoped and prayed he had more plans and that I didn’t embarrass myself too soon.  

He pulled back for just a moment, “Hold on there, there’s more to come.”  I could hear him pull something out of his little bag of tricks.  I started to turn to look, but he gently push my head back down with a “shh…”

I was a tiny bit nervous but trusted him so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  It turned out to be a little toy he put in and turned on and wow, just Wow.  The gentle vibrations were sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.  He stepped around to the side of the bed where my head was and I could feel his hard cock through the jockstrap as he rubbed it against me.  Mark gently stroked my shoulders and back as his sweat moistened pouch continued it’s assault.  I took a deep breath, and God did he smell good.  Then he started to play with my ears, a huge turn on for me.  I raised up a bit and inhaled deeply. 

My tongue came out of my mouth, licking and sucking at the rough fabric.  It wasn’t even a conscious decision.  I was so hungry for him.  He stepped back and took off the jockstrap, allowing his thick cock to pop free.  It was big, hard and beautiful with a single drop of pre-cum on the tip.  I strained and looked up at his face, damp from exertion and his eyes dark and hungry.  Yet, I didn’t want to overstep a line.  He smiled and pushed forward to rub himself over my face.  

“Open up baby.” 

I opened my mouth and went to town, reveling in the taste, scent and feel of his rock hard cock in my mouth.  He tasted wonderful, all male and musky and salty.  I licked and tasted the head, trying to get at more of his salty sweet pre-cum.  I swallowed the head, swirling my tongue all over and sucking it back into my throat.  I attempted to deep throat the huge cock a bit too quickly and gagged.  Mark took over and with both hands on my head started to slide his cock in and out, farther into my throat with each thrust.  Gagging just a bit he eased back just a little as he fucked my mouth. 

“Oh you’re good at this.” he moaned.  I reached around and ran my hands up and down thighs and his amazing ass.  Grasping his muscular cheeks, I tried to force more of his dick down and barely succeeded with my nose hitting his groin.  I couldn’t breath but it was where I wanted needed to be.  Between his little toy in my ass, his cock in my mouth and down my throat it was almost too much.  The sensations were overwhelming.   

I could have stayed like that for hours, worshiping his cock as he took control.  He rumbled out “Good boy.”  He took a step back and his cock slipped out of my mouth with a slight pop. It was still rock hard and now glistening with spit.  I must have appeared crestfallen as I looked up at him.  He was hard and beautiful and I loved the view of him above me.   

“Don’t want to end this party too soon.” he said with a wink.  Moving back around the bed, Mark took the little toy out and sat astride me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass crack as he returned to massaging me, working slowly and sensuously on my back.  Then he started to use his entire body.  With my skin slick from oil, he slid his body over mine like an incredibly erotic game of slip-n-slide.  His rock hard dick so close to the center of my need as he rubbed all over me.  And I loved the weight of him and the gentle friction of his entire body on me, over me, surrounding me.  The feeling of his hot breath in my ear and scent of him so close caused me to illicit little needy sounds.  Burying his face in my neck, I felt his tongue taste my skin with little kisses and it was electric.  Then his tongue hit my ear and I bucked back against him at the caress of his hot breath.  His oral assault on my ear gave me goosebumps it felt so amazing.  

Mark pulled back and sat on his haunches.  Putting his two fingers back he continued to work and stretch my hole.  As wonderful as the toy had been, his fingers felt so much better.  Skin on skin.  In and out, in and out, he added third finger to stretch me open even more.  I welcomed the burn as I grew used to the extra finger.  Then with his other hand he reached down to rub my taint and tickle my balls.  “Squeeze your hole around my fingers.”  I did.  “Again.”  He commanded and I did.  “Jesus, baby, your hole is so beautiful opening up for me like that.”  Mark found my prostate again and I was in heaven.  I was so close I started to clench up a bit.   

“Don’t come yet, I have plans for you.”  he rumbled deeply.  Then he stretched out on top of me again, our bodies damp with sweat.  I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing up and down my ass, as his chest slid over my back.  I loved how solid he felt against me and desperately wanted him inside me.  The friction caused by the hair on his chest.  I ground back into him, so dizzy with lust I couldn’t verbalize my need.    

Running one of his hands through my damp hair, he bent his head down rubbed his cheek against my neck as he kissed and licked.  Then the hard kisses along my shoulder.  The only noises I could make were little gasps as I wished he would slide his dick into me.  I wanted it, needed him so badly.  Then his tongue worked magic on my ear and I shivered. “Tell me.  I need you to say the words.”  He breathed harshly into my ear, using his tongue to dart in and out of my ear as he ground his cock even harder against my ass. 

“Fuck me.  Please.”  I breathed out raggedly.  “I need you inside me.”

He reached down positioned himself right at the entrance to my hole.  Then I felt the head of his cock enter my hungry ass, slowly.. so slowly.  I tried to push back but he pulled out a bit.  I was going insane.  “I like taking my time” his rasped out as he sank into me inch by inch.  His cock was much thicker than the toy or his fingers and there was a brief second of pain.  But it was the good kind of pain as my ass was stretched open to welcome him in.

Finally, after what seemed like hours I could feel his balls against my ass.  “God, your ass is tight.” as he slowly fucked me telling me all sorts of words of encouragement.  “Tighten your ass, I want to feel how much you love this.”  I did as he commanded.  As he built up speed I tried reach down to touch my own cock but he would have no part of that.  “No.  Not yet, I’ll let you know when.”  He built a solid rhythm pounding into my hungry hole, I pushed back and uttered little noises of pleasure every time he aimed for my prostate.  I was almost beyond speech at that point.  

A few minutes or hours later, I was still floating in ecstasy.  He pulled out and commanded me to roll over.  I was confused for a second but complied and looked up to see his glistening sweat covered torso and his rock hard dripping cock.  My own dick was so hard it hurt by now and I almost shot right there.  

He moved me back against the headboard and lowered his head to lick and taste my nipples.  “Man, you taste good, all salty and….”  I lost his next words as he sucked one of them hard into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth.  While I was suffering the pleasures of his tongue, I lifted my hands and touched him everywhere I could, feeling the power and strength of his muscles.  I pinched his own nipples a bit and before lifting my head to lick, suck and nibble on his ear, pulling him even closer.  Mark tasted so good.  He rand his hand down and gave my dick a quick squeeze, whispering “I’d love to suck your cock but you’d shoot too soon.” 

He raised his head from my chest and looked straight into my eyes, my blue eyes locking with his deep brown ones.  He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders he rubbed his cock head right around the entrance to my ass.  “I want to see your face when I shoot my load and feel you cum with me inside you.”   I whispered yes, as he reached down and put the head of his dick right at my hole.  In one hard thrust he hit bottom and his balls slapped my ass.  

I yelped at the sudden force but never looked away from his gaze as he stilled for a second.  It felt so different like this, deeper, more intimate.  I licked my lips and noticed the beads of sweat on his brow, the tiny crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and the tiny bump on one side of his nose.  Mark leaned down and kissed me gently at first and then with growing hunger as he started to move inside me.

Our tongues fought but I quickly surrendered to him.  His dominance.  His strength.  Raising back, he gave a near feral smirk.  “You love my cock in you.”  It wasn’t a question.  I did.  So much.  And he knew it.  

“Yes, YES! Please fuck me harder.  Breed me.”  I said, tweaking his nipples just a bit.  “You got it babe.” he said and started to fuck me, really fuck me.  Harder and harder the thrusts came.  All I could do was moan and gasp. 

“Yes, that’s hot ass.  Work it for me. Tighten your ass.  Just like that, milk the cum from my cock.  I’m going to fill your ass with so much jizz I’ll be able to taste it on your lips.”  He panted out as his talk turned even dirtier and I lapped it up and told him I wanted to fill me and dominate me.  

“Now you can touch your cock but don’t come until I say so.”  He said finally through heavy breaths.  

I grabbed my cock, which had never been that hard before in my life.  It actually hurt it.  I couldn’t talk at this point the pleasure was so intense.  Mark was deep fucking me and staring straight into my eyes.  “Cum for me.  Now.”  he growled.  

And I did.  I had the most powerful orgasm of my life with cum shooting all over me and him, my ass squeezing him spasmodically.  “YES!”  He roared as his own orgasm took him, filling me over and over with his seed.  I could feel it slick inside me as he collapsed on top of me breathing heavily.  

I ran my hands over his back and held him as he caught his breath.  Using my tongue in his ear and on his neck, tasting the salt of his skin.  He pulled back just a bit and found my mouth with his, kissing me with a gentle hunger.  We were both covered with sweat and my cum.  

He pulled out of me slowly and grabbed a towel to wipe me down a bit.  I thought the session was over but he laid back down and took me in his arms.  “That was the best massage I’ve ever given” He said quietly “but I think it’s time we took a nap to get ready for round two.”

Safe in his embrace, I laid my head on his chest, felt the steady rhythm of his heart and breathed in the scent of our bodies as we drifted off.

I was 20 years old and broken-hearted. Young love can be intense, and I was shattered by the abrupt end I had experienced.  I needed a sympathetic ear, so I called my uncle Jimmy, who lived just south of San Francisco. 

He was making a good living working for a Silicon Valley firm, and he was the only family to whom I had come out as being gay.  I told him the entire story of how I had met my (now ex-) boyfriend, how we had talked of being together permanently, adopting children, and the like.

As I told him the details of how things ended, I could hear Jimmy wincing over the phone.  “He could have handled that better,” he said sympathetically.  He had a gift for understatement.

“No shit,” I replied.  I didn’t normally swear in the presence of family, but Jimmy was the exception.

“Well, when do you get your spring break?”

I was surprised by the quick change in the topic of conversation.  “In about six weeks.  That’s in the middle of March.”

“You now have plans.  You’re coming out to California for that week.  I’ll make all the arrangements, so don’t worry about booking flights or costs or anything.  You need some time away from everything where you can just enjoy yourself without worrying or thinking about what’s happened to you.”

Good to his word, Jimmy took care of everything.  He hired a car and driver to take me to the airport where a small jet waited.  He had chartered the plane to fly me directly to California so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the hassle of commercial travel.  He was obviously showing off how well he was doing financially and had spent a lot of money on my trip.  Even though I was still mourning my loss, I was nevertheless touched by the over-the-top gesture.

As I boarded the plane, I was greeted by a smartly dressed and very attractive man about 10 years my senior.  He was a bit shorter than me, and his hair was cropped closely to his head as if he were trying to hide some premature balding.  When he smiled to greet me by name, one could notice the very beginning of “smile lines” at the corner of his hazel eyes.  Well-toned arms protruded from the short sleeves of his button-down shirt, and his chest stretched the material slightly.  A dark blue neckerchief was knotted loosely on the right side of his neck.

“I’m Dawson,” he said.  “My job is to make your flight as enjoyable as possible.  I’ll get you anything you need.”  He gestured to the spacious cabin of the plane, which had only a few seats, a small table, and more than enough room to stretch out.  “Go ahead and take a seat.  I’ll make sure the captain knows that you’re aboard so he can get clearance to take off once all the on-ground preparations are complete.”

Dawson walked to a telephone receiver attached to the wall, picked it up, and spoke quietly.  I made my way into the cabin and took one of the seats.  A switch must have been flicked somewhere, as the stairs into the plane retracted, sealing the entrance.  As I fastened the safety belt, Dawson re-appeared.  “Can I get you anything to drink before we take off?”

“A ginger ale would be great.”

“Is that all?  You don’t want anything stronger?”

Sardonically, I replied, “I’m only 20.  I’m not legally old enough for alcohol.”

Dawson’s lips twitched slightly, suppressing a sly grin.  “I won’t tell if you won’t.  How about a little Jameson and ginger?”  He gave me a little wink.

I paused, considering.  Did Jimmy expect me to drink during the flight?  If he did, would it seem ungrateful if I didn’t have anything?  He had always been more of a free spirit than the rest of my relations, so it wouldn’t be out of character for him to orchestrate something like that.  Part of being the proverbial black sheep of the family meant he was more inclined to break the rules.

“Why not?” I said resignedly, nodding once.  I had never had much liquor other than a couple of occasional sips. We were going to be in the air for several hours, so I figured there would be ample time for any effects to begin to wear off by the time I reached my final destination.  Besides, I rationalized to myself, Jimmy wouldn’t have had the plane stocked with alcohol if he didn’t expect any of it to be drunk.

“I’ll be right back,” Dawson said, as he began moving to the back of the plane.  He paused briefly as he passed me and patted me once on the shoulder, giving me a conspiratorial wink.

“Good lord, Jimmy,” I muttered.  While I knew that Spring Break from college was stereotypically a time for students to get black-out drunk, I was not a “party hard” type even if I was in the mood to have a good time.  I hoped that I wasn’t expected to spend the entire week either drunk or hungover.

Dawson appeared, offering me a glass tumbler with ice and golden liquid.  “I didn’t make it very strong,” he said.  “I don’t know if you’re used to it or not.  If you want something with a bit more of a kick, just let me know.”  He gave me another wink.

I took a sip of the drink, and I couldn’t taste any noticeable alcohol in it.  True, it didn’t taste quite like regular ginger ale, but it didn’t have any harshness that I had associated with the liquor I had tasted at college.  Maybe this was just some brand of ginger ale that I wasn’t familiar with.  Maybe he didn’t actually put anything alcoholic in the glass after all, and he was just pulling my leg a little.  After all, he did wink at me, and that’s something a person does when you’re not being serious. 

I winked back at him to show that I was in on the joke.  “It’s just perfect like this,” I said.

“Excellent.  It’ll probably still be a few minutes before we taxi and take off, so you should have time to enjoy that before we’re in the air.  In the meantime, we’re just waiting for the captain to make the announcement.”

“Thanks.”  I took another long sip, and Dawson held my gaze for just an extra moment before he disappeared again toward the back of the plane.

I turned my head to stare out of the window, looking at nothing in particular.  Maybe Jimmy was right and I needed some time away from the campus and the memories associated with it.  It would be good to get away from the place where I saw my now-ex feeling up my friend Mario less than a week after he had suggested we break off our emotional connection but still fuck around together.  Maybe not seeing either of them or being around the places I’d seen them would let me begin the healing process.

The captain’s voice announced that all on-ground preparations were complete and that we would soon begin our initial taxiing to the runway.  I heard the engines start to rev.  Dawson reappeared and knelt next to me, with one hand on my shoulder.  He placed his fingertips on the top of the tumbler that I was still holding.  “Do you want to finish that, or can I take it?”

I turned back to look at Dawson.  His eyes seemed to sparkle a little as he looked at me.  I placed my free hand on top of his and lifted it gently off the glass.  “One second,” I said.  I lifted the glass to my lips and drained it.  Ice clinked as I lowered it and placed it in his hand.

“Now I’m done.  Thanks.”

Dawson took the glass and disappeared again.  I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes.  Soon, the engines on the chartered plane revved harder, and we began to move.  Within a few minutes, we were in the air. 

I had flown before, but this experience was very different.  It even felt like my body was starting to buzz a little as we climbed to cruising altitude.  Sure, it was exciting to be flying in a private plane for the first time, but I didn’t feel particularly thrilled about that.  I was going to spend the next several hours alone with my thoughts; I hadn’t even thought to bring a book to read during the flight.  Was it just the fact that I was in a smaller aircraft that made my skin feel like it was vibrating?

The intercom crackled, and the captain informed me that we had leveled off and could roam about the cabin if I wished.  I undid the safety belt from around my lap and stretched, trying to clear my head. 

Dawson reappeared at my shoulder and crouched down to be level with my face.  “Can I get you another drink?  The same as before, or something else?”

“The same thing would be great.  Thanks.”  Dawson stood and turned to leave, but I touched his arm to stop him.  “Dawson?”  I asked uncertainly.  “We’re going to be flying for several hours, right?”

“Uh-huh.  About five hours or so.”

“Would you mind if we talked or something in the meantime?  Otherwise, I’m going to be bored out of my mind.  Is that asking for too much?  I’ve never been on a plane by myself like this before.”

Dawson gave a small smirk.  “I was kind of planning on that.  Like I said, my job is to make your trip enjoyable.  If that means having a chat, then that’s what I’ll do.  Let me get you that drink, and I’ll be right back.”

My body was starting to buzz a little harder, and I felt slightly light-headed.  Maybe there had been some booze had been added to that first glass of ginger ale, after all.  If I didn’t want to get drunk, I should probably be more careful with the next one.

Dawson returned and slid another tumbler into my hand.  Our fingers touched briefly.  Lifting his other hand, he showed me that he had mixed another drink.  “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Feel free.  Are you allowed to drink on the job, though?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“It’s not any of my business, is it?  I wouldn’t know who to tell even if I wanted to.”

“Then I’m allowed.  You’re the boss on this flight.”  Dawson sat next to me and sat his drink on the table.  “So, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was a pick-up line,” I said, rolling my eyes a little.  More seriously, I added, “My uncle Jimmy decided I needed to get away for a while and went a little crazy making the travel arrangements.”

“Needed to get away?”

“Long story.”

Dawson lifted his glass to his lips and considered thoughtfully. choosing his words.  “I’m not going anywhere, and we’ve got several hours to kill.”

“You don’t want to hear this.”

“If I didn’t think I did, I wouldn’t have asked.  You don’t have to tell me, of course, but I’ll listen if you want me to.  Your call.”

I took a breath to steady myself.  Those emotional wounds were still fresh, after all, but here I was seriously thinking about exposing them to a stranger.  My body continued to buzz, and my thinking was starting a little sluggish.  Maybe I could blame the alcohol if I told this story.

Dawson reached over and tapped my glass with his fingertips.  “Do you need some Dutch courage?”

“Huh?”

“A little booze to boost your self-confidence.”

“I’ve never heard that phrase before.”  Nevertheless, I took another sip and swallowed.  I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, resigning myself to letting it all hang out.  “Two words:  first love.”

Dawson’s eyes widened a little and he inhaled deeply.  “And that ended badly, didn’t it?”

“It’s hard for me to imagine how things could have gone worse.”  Then I told the full story, mentioning the first headlong rush, the hesitancy that first time he invited me back into his apartment, the deep attachment, the strange and interesting places where we did sexual things.  I recounted the joy I felt when I heard him say, “I love you,” for the first time and the exhilaration I felt when I said it back.  Everything I could think of at the moment gushed forth. 

And then I told how one night he came to my dorm room, had sex with me, and then said we should break up but continue fucking with no emotional bond to each other or commitment of any kind.  Then I finished by saying how he had started hanging all over — and fucking, based on snippets of overheard conversation — a friend of mine who was an exchange student.

Dawson appeared both aghast and astonished.  “Wow.  That’s a story.  I mean, everyone gets their heart broken at some point, but DAMN.”

“Yeah,” I said mournfully.  Even though it had been almost two months since my emotions were thrown into turmoil, the pain was still very raw and real to me. 

Dawson reached out a hand and placed it on mine, squeezing it.  “You’ll make it through.”  He leaned over and put a small kiss on the corner of my lips.  “You’re too cute to be alone for long.”

Blinking, I looked at him in surprise.  Suddenly, my mind registered his previous winks and smiles in a different light; maybe he had been flirting with me instead of just being friendly or joking.  In a different place and context, that might have been less unexpected, and I might have picked up on the clues a bit faster.  Was he really making a move on me now, right after hearing about my current emotional baggage?

While I sat, near-paralyzed in indecision and mild shock, Dawson removed his hand from mine, put it on his neckerchief, and hooked his index finger beneath the knot.  Pulling slowly, the knot came undone, and he slowly pulled the cloth from his neck.  Once free, he allowed it to drop to the floor.  His hand then moved to rest on his pectoral.  Dawson lightly pinched at his nipple through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.  But I can help you pass the time, and you might take your mind off your ex for a while.”  Looking into my face, he slowly licked at his lips.

“I—” I began, stuttering slightly.  Dutch courage slowly began to overwhelm my inhibitions.  “I’m not going to stop you, if this is something you want to do.” 

Dawson wasted no time once the words were out of my mouth.  His shirt was off before I knew what was happening, revealing a smooth muscled chest and lightly defined abdominal muscles.  He then reached under the table and released a catch to swing it out of the way, taking our drinks out of reach.  Then he stood, kicked off his shoes, lowered his hands to his trousers, and deftly unbuttoned them and lowered the fly.  He moved in front of me and reached out to me with his hand.

Hesitantly, my hand moved toward him.  I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this.  I had been celibate ever since the break-up, not even wanting to socialize with people I knew while I grieved.  I had preferred to be alone, when possible, to lick my wounds.  However, this man was blatantly offering himself to me in such a direct way that I was unsure how to respond.  Dawson had also heard my story and knew that I was currently damaged emotionally, but that didn’t matter to him at the moment.

And he was right – we were going to be in the air for several hours, and I needed distraction now that I had re-lived my recent trauma.  Dutch courage fortified my nerve, and I put my hand in his.

Dawson pulled me out of my seat so that we were both standing.  My hand fell limply to my side when he released it.  Taking my face in his hands, he guided my lips to his.  His mouth parted immediately, and his tongue traced the crease between mine.  It pushed forward, probing, until it found my teeth.

My confidence faltered, and I pulled back slightly and looked at him.  “I’m not sure if –” I began.

Dawson placed two fingers against my lips to silence me.  Then he wrapped both arms around my back and pulled me into a hug.  Reaching up, he whispered into my ear, “Let that go.  I’m here for you for as much or as little as you want, but let go of the past – if only for a little while – so you can be here with me right now.”  He took my earlobe into his lips and sucked on it slightly.

At the touch of his lips, I inhaled sharply.  After a moment, I let it out slowly, with a slight moan.  “All right, I’ll try,” I breathed.

At these words, his hands slid down my back to my waist.  He pulled me tightly against his body.  I could feel his firm muscles through my shirt as his hands slid up my back.  Straddling one of my legs, he began to grind his cock against me.  Tentatively, I placed my hands on the naked skin at the small of his back and embraced him in return.  I tilted my head into his face as he continued to suck, lick, and nibble on my ear.

Dawson stepped back abruptly, causing me to stumble forward briefly.  As I steadied myself, Dawson slowly sank to his knees in front of me.  Reaching had hands around to grasp my ass, he pulled my crotch to his face.  Through my jeans, he mouthed and chewed at my dick, mauling me through the fabric.

My hands went to the top of his head, massaging the stubble and skin as he ate at my dick.  I was still fully clothed, and he was making no overt moves to undress me.  I didn’t know if he was content to grope at me through my clothes, if he was waiting for me to take them off, or if he just wanted to take his time progressing to that point.  I began to push my hips forward into his face as I gently pulled his head into me, watching him work mouth on the bulge beneath the denim.

Dawson took this as permission to be more aggressive.  His hands moved to the front of my jeans and undid them.  He stood slowly, tracing up the center of my torso with his tongue as he did, leaving a faint trail of saliva. Once he was standing, he placed one hand on my crotch and the other behind my head.  “These need to come off,” he said breathily.

I rushed to comply, sitting in my seat to untie and remove my shoes and tugging my jeans down.  Dawson fished into the pocket of his trousers to find something before pulling them off, revealing a tight white jockstrap underneath.  He worked the lid off of the small plastic tube he had taken out of his pocket and squirted a glob of thick lubricant into his hand before working it into the crack of his ass.  He closed his eyes as he began to writhe against his hand, fingering himself, as he made himself slick inside and out.

“You came prepared,” I commented in disbelief as I freed my leg from my jeans and stood to slide my Y-fronts off.

“Always,” said Dawson, moving towards me.

He slid his hands under my shirt again and pulled me into a deep kiss.  I could feel the slickness of the leftover lube on his hand as he slid it across my skin.  I was much more prepared and willing than before, and his tongue slid over mine in my mouth. 

Still clutching me, he twisted his body, maneuvering me around the cabin to another empty seat.  Dawson pushed me down, and I fell heavily.  Before I could register any disappointment, he moved to straddle me as his lips met mine again.  He was beginning to make slight moans and grunts as we felt each other, and my voice matched his.  I reached around his back, pulling him into me, embracing his muscular body to me.

Greedily, he kissed me harder.  I was slumped down in the seat, and Dawson began grinding his jock-clad dick into my stomach.  My cock was positioned under him, and I could feel the slickness of his crack as he moved against me.  It was difficult for me to believe that this was happening or that things were moving so fast.

Dawson broke our kiss and pulled back slightly.  He looked intently into my eyes.  “Are you ready to do this?” he panted.

“I haven’t been with anyone since the breakup,” I responded, “but I think so.”

Wordlessly, Dawson repositioned himself slightly and reached behind himself until he felt my member.  I gasped at his touch.  Only two other men had ever touched me like this before, and the feeling of another’s fingers on my shaft made me roll my eyes back in pleasure. 

“That’s nothing,” Dawson breathed.  “Wait until you feel…this!”  Warmth and wetness enveloped my mind as he slid himself onto my cock.  He squirmed as he slid down, taking me as far into him as our positioning would allow.  “Ohhhhhhhh,” he moaned, the pitch of his voice raising until he almost sounded like he was pleading with me.

I grunted in appreciation, and my eyes opened wide.  My first experience since having my heart broken was happening several miles in the air.  That thought — and the alcohol — made my head swim.  “Can we,” I said haltingly, “wait like this for a minute?”

“Your wish is my command.  I like the feeling of you inside of me.”

“Oh my God,” I blurted.  “Are we doing this?  Is this happening?”

Dawson looked down into my face.  “Yes.”  He leaned down and kissed me, grinding his ass on me slightly.  Pulling his face back again, he continued.  “But if you want to stop, we can.  I won’t judge you for that.  This is all about you.”  He took my face in his hands and brought his close to me until our foreheads touched.

His eyes looked into mine hungrily.  His face showed no trace of pity for me, only desire.  He was starving, and his appetite needed to be sated, somehow.  I tilted my face upwards until our lips barely touched.  “No.  I want this, too.”

Dawson attacked me with his mouth as he began to ride me.  One arm went behind my back to grasp me as the other reached to grasp something to keep his balance.  In my slouched position, there wasn’t much I could do; he was doing all the work.  He slowly slid up before pushing back down more forcefully.  Each time he slid down onto me, he gave a high-pitched grunt as he took me deeply into himself.

His pace was deliberate.  Even though he had wasted no time in getting started, he was in no hurry to finish.  I had the stamina to continue for a while.  My now-ex and I would regularly spend two hours or more kissing, caressing, screwing, sucking…but this was not the time to think of him.  Dawson the one on my lap with my cock in his ass and his tongue in my mouth, and I refocused my attention to the here and now.  The sounds he was making were stoking my desire, and the feel of the muscles in his back beneath my hands was equally stimulating.

Dawson eventually broke our kiss and leaned back.  He began grinding back and forth across my dick instead of up and down.  Each time he pushed forward, he gasped in pleasure.  He was massaging his prostate with my dick, a feeling I remembered well.  My own asshole twitched as I remembered the sensations I’d felt in a similar situation as I watched, felt, and listened to him satisfy his needs, using me as his personal dildo.

An obvious wetness had developed on the front of Dawson’s jock strap.  His cock was leaking through the material.  This sexy, muscled, older man had yet to touch his dick, but the precum made his jock look like he had been exercising for an hour.  He was clearly content to use his ass for pleasure – both his and mine.

After a while, Dawson leaned forward again, opening his eyes and looking at me.  His hazel eyes blazed.  “Are you doing O.K.?

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Good.”  He kissed me roughly, almost chewing at my tongue.  Without breaking the kiss, he climbed off of me, whimpering loudly into my mouth when my cock was released from his insides.  He took my shoulders and stepped back, lifting me from the chair.  Keeping his lips locked on mine, he laid back onto the floor of the cabin, gently guiding me down with him. 

He spread his legs so that mine were between them.  As he laid back, he hooked his hands behind his knees and lifted his legs back until they touched his shoulders.  Finally, his mouth released mine as he leaned his head back.  “Fuck me.  Don’t make love to me.  Fuck me!”

I was young and still somewhat naïve, and I was not entirely clear what he meant.  I could feel the animalistic urges surging forward in me, though.  I was losing myself in the moment in a way that I had never done before.  I had only one lingering concern.  “You’re sure this is all right?  You’re not going to lose your job for this, right?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he growled. “Now get back inside of me.”

Wordlessly, I positioned myself.  I braced myself with my arms on either side of his shoulders, under his armpits.  The head of my cock could feel his hole inviting me inside.  I looked down into his face, and he nodded slightly.  He wriggled his hips a little, and I could feel his warmth beginning to envelop the head of my dick.  Pushing forward, I slid inside without resistance.

“Oh, fu-u-u-u-u-ck!” Dawson exclaimed loudly.  His hands released his knees and his calves fell to rest on my shoulders.  He wrapped his hands around my butt, pulling me into himself as he lifted his hips to allow me to have easier access to his hole.  Holding me tightly inside him, he gyrated his hips so that he could feel my dick exploring his insides as far as it could reach.  He began whimpering and moaning again as that special place inside him brushed up against my hardness.  I flexed the muscles in my hips and legs to drive in as far as I could.

“My God,” he appreciated, writhing, “it’s like your cock was made to be in me.  It just hits the right spot.  It’s like this is a perfect fit.”

I closed my eyes, relishing the sensations that he was giving me.  “Jesus, you feel so good,” I whispered.  Something about the way he was moving and the feel of his canal was unlike anything I had felt before — or even imagined.  Sex with my ex had been fun, and we had fucked almost every chance we got, but there was something about Dawson’s body that seemed to be igniting nerves and unlocking parts of my brain that had never fired in this way before.

“You might be young,” Dawson panted, “but you have good instincts.”  I could feel him raising his head to kiss my neck, and I opened my eyes.  I nuzzled my head against the side of his, not quite knowing how to express myself verbally. 

The stubble on his head scratched at my cheek for a moment as he raised his head to position his lips at my ear.  “Let me have it,” he groaned.  “No mercy.  Just please yourself.”

I had never just gone at another man without considering his feelings and his sensations before.  With my ex, I always wanted to make sure he was getting his needs fulfilled as much as mine.  Sometimes that meant a quickie.  Sometimes that meant flip-flopping with him.  Sometimes that meant feeling him up while he was driving me back to my school from his place.  Dawson, though, was explicitly telling me to not worry about him.

“If that’s what you want,” I murmured.  I pulled back with my hips a little to withdraw slightly from his ass and then pushed back in.

Dawson gave a longing whimper and leaned his head back, rolling his eyes so that only the whites were visible.  His hands rose up my back and clutched at my slight frame, clawing at me with his fingertips.  His muscles stiffened as I drew back and pushed forward again.

I reached down with my head and extended my tongue.  I licked the underside of his chin and up his face to his lips.  His mouth opened to draw me into a kiss, and I pulled back slightly.  “Look at me,” I whispered.

His eyes opened and latched onto mine, his hazel eyes stared fiercely into my icy blue ones as I maintained a slow and steady rhythm.  Each stroke brought forth a high-pitched whimper from him.  His body was now slick with sweat, and his jockstrap – which had looked fresh and new when I first saw it – now resembled an oily rag as it ground against my lower belly.

“More,” he begged.  “Give me everything.  Fuck me like you hated me.”

Without withdrawing, I leaned back, pulling my knees forward so that I was resting on them.  Dawson’s hands slipped from my back and fell to the floor of the cabin.  He raised up onto his elbows as I caught his ankles in my hands and spread his legs wide.  I began to rock back and forth on my knees, watching the expression on his face. 

As I pulled back out of his ass, the smallest trace of disappointment furrowed his brow.  It was almost as if he were missing a dear friend for a moment.  With each slide in, his look changed to pure satisfaction – almost joy.  His friend had returned to him for a brief, but intense, visit.  Each inward push elicited a brief cry as he exhaled.  His face looking at me over his chiseled chest was a thing of exquisite beauty and as exhilarating to me as a potent aphrodisiac.

“Good god,” I said, watching his face intently.  “You’re gorgeous.  You’re incredible.”

Staring at me with those intense eyes, he grunted.  “More.  Harder.  Use me.”  He pushed himself downward onto me, riding me as I slid in and out, making each insertion more forceful, as if I was not giving him enough.  As much pleasure as he was getting, he desired – no, required – additional stimulation.

I pulled away and completely out of him.  There was an audible slap as my cock slapped against my belly as it was released from his ass.  My hands were still holding his legs wide apart.

“No,” Dawson whimpered pitifully.

“Yes,” I countered.  I released his left leg and moved the free hand to his right.  Wrapping it around his right thigh, I pulled upward, forcing him to roll over onto his side.  Holding one leg in the air, I straddled the other.  “You wanted more?  Harder?  You’re about to get it.”  Holding his leg straight up against my body, I slid my body back forward.  Putting all of the weight I could muster, I pushed back into him all at once.

Dawson cried out, throwing back his head and arching his back.  “That’s it!” he exclaimed.  “That’s the way!  Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I began to work furiously, my brow dripping with sweat.  I was no longer thinking coherently, having surrendered myself to the moment and sensations.  Dawson’s muscular ass was unbelievable, and he was not getting tired or didn’t want to slow down.  We had been going at it for quite a while, and he still wanted more.  His stamina was impressive, and he was also desperate to be plowed fast and hard.  I was working the last several weeks of frustrations into him and he was greedily taking everything I had to give him.  I, on the other hand, was starting to run short of breath.

Holding his right thigh tightly against my stomach, I worked his ass in earnest with an obvious goal in mind.  Our sweat had mixed with his initial dose of lube, and the slickness between his cheeks felt delicious.  The cabin was filled with the sounds of my hips smacking Dawson’s butt and our collective groans and cries.  Dawson’s pecs shook with each impact as I pushed myself into him repeatedly.

“Give. It. To. Me.” he panted, each word punctuated by my thrusts.  “Use. Me. To. Get. Off!”

“You want me to cum?”

“Yes.”

“In you or on you?”

“In!  Please!” he pleaded.  “Fill me up!”

I could feel the initial stirring in my balls, telling me that I was going to cum if I kept this up, and Dawson was literally begging me to flood his insides with my essence.  I had given myself to this experience, and it was only fitting that I take it to its natural conclusion.  I was going to breed his muscular – and seemingly tireless – asshole.

I gripped his muscled thigh tightly as his hip and began to rail him in with as much energy as I could muster.  The toes on the foot near my head curled, and Dawson gave a loud howl of joy.  He closed his eyes tightly and bowed his head to his chest, moving one arm beneath his head to use as a cushion.  A low growl started deep in my chest and increased in volume as it erupted from my mouth.  Our lustful sounds drowned out the sounds of the jet engines propelling the plane through the air. 

“Come on,” Dawson encouraged.  “Give it to me.  Give me that cum.”  He reached back to put his hand on his ass cheek, spreading it open to let me in as deeply as possible.

I reached the point of no return, and I knew that I was going to blow my load.  I mentally held myself back as long as I could as I did my best to bruise his prostate with my cock.  Finally, I could wait no longer.

“Ready?” I asked, with only a few seconds to spare.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, as he released his asscheek to grab my hip and pull me into him.

I cried out loudly as I began to unload inside of Dawson.  It seemed that every nerve ending in my cock was firing at once.  His leg was clutched tightly to me, and Dawson himself was doing his best to pull me into his insatiable hole.  I pulsed and shook for what felt like five minutes before I released his leg and collapsed next to his slick, sweaty body.  Rolling over to face upward, I stared at nothing as I tried to collect myself.

Dawson purred contentedly.  His cock was still swaddled in its jockstrap, untouched, as he rolled onto his back next to me.  He turned his head to face me and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek as I tried to catch my breath.  Then he snuggled up against me, still lying on his back.

Spreading his legs, he lifted the one next to me and draped it over mine.  He raised his hips slightly and lowered his hand to finger his hole.  He squirmed a bit and closed his eyes as he slid two fingers into himself, giving a now-familiar little whimper.  After a moment, he withdrew it and lifted it to his face.  Closing his eyes, he put them in his mouth and sucked on them.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned luxuriously.  I twisted my torso over onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow to watch him as he repeated the process twice more.  I had never seen anything like this before.

Dawson opened his eyes and glanced at me.  “What?” he asked.  When I didn’t respond immediately, he removed his leg from on top of mine and then rolled over, straddling me.  He lowered his face until his nose touched mine and grinned.  “Do you want to know what we taste like together, or something?”

I met his eyes unblinkingly.  “Why not?” I said.  I extended my tongue and licked his lips.  He did not draw back.  Still looking into my eyes, he opened his mouth and twisted his head slightly to one side, giving me a long, deep, unhurried kiss.  Eventually, Dawson broke the contact and climbed off of me, sitting on the floor.

I raised myself onto my elbows.  Looking at him, I didn’t know what to say.  I also didn’t know what to feel.  I was young, had recently had my heart devastated, told my story to a sexy older man, and been seduced by him into wild intercourse that was completely out of character for me. 

Suddenly, something dawned on me.  “Oh, jeez,” I exclaimed.  “I didn’t pay any attention to you, did I?”

Dawson laughed heartily. “You gave my hole a LOT of attention.”

I rolled my eyes slightly and grinned lop-sidedly.  “That’s not what I mean.  I meant that you didn’t get off or anything.”

A look that was half amusement and half disbelief crossed his face, and he began to laugh harder.  After a moment, he explained.  “First, I could have taken my jock off at any time and let you have at my cock if I had wanted that.  Second, it’s sometimes o.k. if it’s all about either you or me.” 

He reared up onto his knees and faced me.  “Third, I did get off.  A couple of times.”  Hooking his thumb under the waistband of his jockstrap, he lowered the pouch to show me the smeared wetness across his well-trimmed pubes.  “That ain’t all sweat in there.”

I looked up at him, confused.  “But how did–?”

“Look, I don’t want to sound like I’m lecturing you, but you’re young and – no offense – pretty inexperienced.  The human body can do a lot of things under the right circumstances.”  Dawson stood and reached his hands down to help me up off the floor.  “You’ll learn, though.  There are some things that some guys can’t ever do, like cumming just from getting fucked, and it doesn’t happen all the time.  But sometimes it does.  Like I said before, your parts matched mine pretty well, and you had some pretty good instincts.”  He kissed my lips briefly.  “I can only imagine what you’ll be like when you’ve bedded more men.  You’ll be a fucking beast!”  He reached his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

We stood there for a couple of minutes, holding each other.  The sweat in my shirt was starting to dry by the time we broke it.  Dawson gave me another kiss on the cheek before he said “I’m going to check the time and our progress.  I don’t know how long we were fucking.  My mind was otherwise occupied.”  He gestured to a door at the back of the plane.  “We should probably try to clean up a little in the bathroom if we can, though.  There’s not much room in there, so we’ll have to go one at a time.”  He winked at me and grinned, showing off his dimples.  “No showering together this time, I’m afraid.”

I smiled back and took his suggestion.  I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.  I pulled off my shirt and wet a washcloth (an actual cloth, not the rough paper towels I was familiar with from commercial flights).  I gave myself a sponge bath as best I could under the circumstances while I considered what had happened.

I did not regret what Dawson and I had done at all, though I did worry a little about what the professional repercussions might be for him.  It had felt strangely cathartic. I felt like I had released an internal pressure that had been building since my breakup.  There was no “great weight off my shoulders” feeling, but it did feel as if a mental corner had somehow been turned.

I slipped my shirt back on and opened the bathroom door.  Dawson was waiting with his clothes draped across his arm.  Well, most of them; his blue neckerchief was once again around his neck, with a loose knot on the right-hand side.  A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips, showing off one of his dimples again.  “We were going at it for about two and a half hours.”

“What?”  I questioned, incredulous.  “That long?”

“Yep,” he replied, his face lighting up with a smile.  “Welcome to the Mile High Club.  Now, I need to get cleaned up and dressed.  You might want to put your pants back on, too.”  He reached around my neck and pulled me into a brief hug.  Whispering, he added “I’m not going to clean my ass out, though.  I want to keep your babies inside of me for as long as I can.”  He pulled away and entered the bathroom.  Winking at me again, he closed the door.

I found my clothes, dressed myself, and took my seat.  Dawson had taken the liberty of swinging the table back into place.  Our glasses – with the ice now melted – still rested on top of it.  Thirstily, I picked one up and took a sip.  I leaned back in my seat and relaxed, closing my eyes to rest a moment.

Soon, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, notifying us that we were about to begin our descent and that we should take our seats and stow anything loose.  Dawson re-appeared, once again smartly dressed, and he whisked away our glasses before taking a seat next to me.

“I hope you don’t mind if I join you for the ride down,” he said, fastening his own safety belt.

“We just fucked halfway across the continent,” I said jokingly.  “I think you’ve earned the right to sit wherever the hell you want.  Assuming you can sit comfortably.”

Dawson chuckled, rolling his eyes sarcastically.  “My ass can take a lot of punishment, but you gave it the old college try, didn’t you?”

We laughed together — and it felt good to laugh — as the plane descended and touched down.  As we taxied, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom again, informing me that there would be a car waiting to take me on from the airport.   I looked at Dawson briefly, wondering if we would somehow meet again.

He almost seemed to read my mind.  “If nothing else,” he commented, “there’s always the flight back, isn’t there?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I replied quietly, eliciting a knowing giggle from both of us.

I disembarked and got into the back seat of another hired car.  About 45 minutes later, I was at the front door of a McMansion-type house:  larger than most people would need, somewhat bland and somewhat grand at the same time, and lacking in any distinctive character whatsoever.  Taped to the front door was an envelope, with my name written across it.

I took the envelope from the door and opened it.  Inside was a key, and a note:

“Sorry I can’t be here to greet you, but I thought you might appreciate some time to work things out your own way.  Work called me away, so the house is yours until your flight back.  There’s a gift for you on the table by the door, and another arriving shortly.”

I had no idea what I was going to do in a huge house by myself for a week.  I didn’t know anyone in California, so I wasn’t going to be throwing or going to any parties.  Still, I appreciated where Jimmy was coming from and his consideration of me, even if he couldn’t be here.

I inserted the key in the lock and twisted it.  Opening the door, I entered the house.  I put my suitcase inside and closed the door behind me.  The entryway was spacious, with an overly ornate light fixture hanging high overhead.  A small table was just inside, and on top of it was a small box with a red bow.  I put the key down on the table, picked up the box, and opened it. 

I stared.  Inside the box was a DVD case.  The picture on the cover showed a naked man relaxing on a bed.  He was well-toned, but not overly muscled, with hair cropped very short to partially hide his premature balding.  One arm was behind his head, and his hazel eyes looked directly at the camera.  A familiar grin creased the model’s face.  I didn’t need to read the title to know who it was, though the title did spark my interest:  “Dawson’s 20 Load Weekend.”

I tried to process what I was looking at.  My flight steward had been a gay porn star?  How on earth had that happened?  It was easy to imagine that someone in porn would need to have some other way to earn their living once they left that business, but Dawson had looked even sexier in person than he did on the box cover.  I was sure that he could easily still be making porn if he wanted to.  I was sure I was missing an important piece of information.

“Holy fuck,” I said out loud as the reality dawned on me.  I had spent the flight to California fucking an actual porn star.

I then noticed another note on the table. The box had been sitting on top of it, hiding it.  Setting the box with the DVD down, I opened the note.  It, too, was from my uncle Jimmy, but it was more cryptic than the first:

“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…Bingo!  Answer the door for me, please.”

I had just finished reading it when the doorbell rang.  “What the actual fuck?” I swore.  What kind of game was Jimmy playing with me?  After paying for my transportation here, he wasn’t even going to see me, but he gave me porn?  And now someone was at the door for him?  What was going on?  I stood, semi-paralyzed, while my brain tried to wrap itself around the obvious puzzle.

The doorbell rang again, followed immediately by a knock.  This prompted me to move, though uncertainly.  Was this something for me like the note teased, or just good timing for someone trying to visit Jimmy?  I opened the door a couple of inches – not far enough to see who was there, and spoke.  “Jimmy’s not here.”

A familiar voice said, “I’m not here to see Jimmy.”

I flung the door open the rest of the way.  Dawson stood there with a red bow pinned to his shirt, holding an envelope out to me.  A suitcase stood behind him.  “You should probably open this.  I’ll show myself in.”

I took the envelope from Dawson and watched him walk into the house.  He paused, sliding his hands into the back pockets of his trousers, and he rocked back and forth on his feet.  I watched appreciatively for a few moments before I opened the envelope and removed the note.

“By now you’re probably confused.  Mission accomplished.

When you called and told me about your break-up and that you couldn’t get any physical or mental distance from that guy and the friend he was fucking, I figured you needed some time away from all of that and also something to take your mind off of it. 

Dawson works for a porn studio (as you can probably tell from the movie I left for you) that’s based out of San Francisco.  He’s their current big star.  I pulled a couple of strings that you DON’T want to know about, met him, told him about what I had in mind, and he was agreeable and very sympathetic.  The way I figure it, he can be a good distraction for you for the week, even if he’s just eye candy for you. 

His time has been paid for, including being with you on your flight back to school in a week if you want.  The house is well-stocked with provisions, and you’ll find details for your trip back in the kitchen.  The phone for the car service is there, too, in case you need to go anywhere, as well as a stash of cash.

Have fun this week.  Make memories.  Forget about your troubles.  –Jimmy”

“Good Lord,” I exclaimed.  I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I wasn’t going to get to see my uncle even after he laid out who knows how much money.  I also couldn’t believe that he hired a bona fide porn star to keep me company and distracted in this huge house.  Did he think I thought only with my dick (although I had to admit that the sex on the plane had been fantastic).  I couldn’t figure out if I should feel guilty, angry, amused, or what.

I walked over to stand next to Dawson.  I kept my eyes deliberately forward, not looking at him directly.  “So how much do you know about what’s going on, here?”

“Most of it, I think.  I made your uncle agree to tell you what I do for a living before I agreed to spend the week with you.  I knew you had a bad break-up, and you were probably going to be vulnerable.  This way, it might be easier for you to not get too emotionally confused while I’m here.”

“I thought you were a nice guy.  You tricked me, though.”

“I like to think that I am nice.  The fact that I fuck for a living doesn’t change that.”  I could see in the corner of my eye that he turned his head to look at me.  “I had sex with you because I wanted to.  It wasn’t because I was paid.”

“That’s not what I meant, Dawson.  I wouldn’t judge you for that.”

“Good, because I like what I do.  But for the next week, I’m available just for you.  We can do as much or as little as you want to do.  I’ll be a friendly shoulder if you need one to cry on, an ear if you want to talk, or a friend if you want to laugh.  You can tell me to leave, and I’ll go if that’s what you want.”  He smirked.  “Or we can fuck each other until we’re dehydrated.  Or you can tell me to hang around but leave you alone.  What happens – if anything – is entirely up to you.  I won’t be your boyfriend, but I can try to help you take your mind off of your last one.  Even if it’s only for just a few days.”

I stood silently for a moment, considering before I spoke.  “My uncle,” I began, “is a fucking lunatic.  I think he means well, and he’s going out of his way to try to help me out.  I’d have never asked for anything like this, though.  I’m not sure what he expects by leaving me alone in a giant house with a porn star.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Dawson replied.  “Do you want me to stick around, or what?”

I glanced over my shoulder to the table near the door, where Jimmy’s other gift was sitting on the table.  “What the hell,” I said.  “Let’s find something to eat first.  Then, maybe we can watch a movie?”

“Can you hear me?” I hear the voice coming through my computer as I smile to myself and talk back “Yeah I can hear you but I can’t see you yet” as I look at the black screen before hearing some swearing and then finally I can see the sight that I’ve missed seeing for so long other than being able to talk.

As I look across, I can see my fiancé Max on the other end of the screen as I smile and even though it’s 2am and I’ve got to be up in 3 hours, it doesn’t bother me just to see his face again after so long because he is in the Army and posted in a special division overseas where very little information can come out even to families.

“The beard suits you” I say as he just laughs and looks embarrassed right now as neither of us know what to say to each other that can be said in public and over a line that has to be monitored. “I hate it but hardly getting a chance to shave at the moment… I miss you so much” he says as I nod my head because I miss him so much as well and it’s been hard to adjust for the past 4 months whilst he has been away somewhere in the Middle East.

I feel like a kid at Christmas seeing the one big present that he wants as I look at Max “It’s only a week until I’m home and 11 days until we’re married and living together so happily” I smile as it sounds weird to think that in about 3 weeks I’m officially going to be married to my best friend and the greatest man alive.

“Can’t believe that it’s come around so fast and that it’s only a week left until your home for good” Max’s army deployment comes to an end in 3 weeks and he has decided that the time was right now that he has reached 15 years’ service having joined when he was 18 and now approaching his 34th birthday he wants to live the home life.

“I know, feels like yesterday I proposed under the Harbour Bridge” he says as I remember back to the night that I’d had a shit day at work and didn’t want to do much but Max had told me that he had tickets for a private nighttime dinner cruise that he’d won for that night and I reluctantly went even though I hate going on boats not knowing what he really had planned that night.

Thinking it was just the two of us, he picked me up and we drove to the wharf and parked the car before getting on and I didn’t even realise that we had parked next to my parents Red Toyota Maxry and walked down and got on the boat and even then it was still a surprise that both my parents and his parents were there.

We’d been sailing for about 20 minutes when the first little bit of food had come out and I could saw that the rest of the boat had opened and saw our parents standing there as I was just in shock that they were there still with no idea that Max wanted to propose to me.

The dinner went well and we were just heading back towards the other part of the harbour when Max stood up as we passed near the Harbour Bridge and I still remember how much shock I was in when I saw him get the ring box out of his pocket and get down on one knee. I’d always wanted to get married one day and to Max but I never thought it was going to happen that night.

“I only get limited time and you’re not even listening to me” Max says as I shake off as he tries to tell me as much as he can about what he is doing over there but I’m just more excited to see him. “Sorry, I just got so trapped by your beauty” I laugh as Max rolls his eyes and then tells me off because he only has limited time on the connection.

The two of us just talk generally because he’s got people around him and even though most of his army buddies are open minded and know that he’s gay, the word doesn’t want to get spread more than it has to and make him a target as well as putting everyone else in his group in danger.

“So things are going well, I mean there’s not much to plan really when you’re getting married on the beach right? We’re gonna be fine, the long-range weather forecast is sunny and nothing should change it and I get to be Mr Ethan Bennett-Travers for the rest of my life” I say as Max asks me about the wedding plans and like everything we decided that we wanted to keep it intimate with our parents and our siblings plus our closest friends who are in the wedding party.

Max smiles and I can see that same smile that always cheers me up “Did we win?” it’s lucky I love Max so much that I tolerate him changing topics so fast but then at the same time he’s lucky that I tolerate his choice of sporting teams as well.

“Of course not, do they ever win?” I tease him back as he just gives me the finger teasingly as I laugh. “THEY LOST AGAIN” Max calls out to the other guys who I can’t see but can hear giving him shit again as he looks at the time and looks at me. “My 20 minutes is pretty much finished Eth but I’m counting down the days until I get to cuddle up into your arms again without us ever having to be apart like this again” he says as I nod and don’t want him to disappear again not knowing where he is going to be and that I just want to touch his Tattooed muscled body right now and hug him.

The connection disappears as part of me is excited to have talked to him but then it just makes me miss him even more as I head back to bed and look at one of the heap of photos that we have of each other especially when again I think about him proposing to me as he got down on one knee as I tear up thinking about the effort and the fact I teared up before he even asked me.

“Eth, before you came into my life I’d given up on the world and ever finding happiness with everything that I’d seen across my deployments. You showed me how much good there is in the world and made me happier than I’ve ever been… I know I’m not always around but there is no place I’d rather be than with you getting old. Will you marry me?”

I never forget what Max said to me that night as we passed under the harbour bridge with our parents there as I couldn’t get a word in either way other than just nodding my head because I’d just been overwhelmed in surprise but then the joy of everything that happened.

As I get back into bed and lay there, I start to think about how we met which is a secret that we keep because as a 6’4 footy playing army tough guy, Max doesn’t like people knowing that of all the places we met it was at a Vengaboys concert that we met and leaving during a big storm where we walked together in the pouring rain back to my apartment and it all went from there.

I’d seen Max a few times around at the concert as I was surprised to see a guy like him at the concert with his muscled tattoo frame on show as during a break where they had another Aussie 90s band on I walked over to him and realised how different he was to what I pictured him to be.

We chatted for a bit and spent the night together at the concert not even thinking that anything more would happened as we went to leave but getting caught in the pouring rain meant that any Taxi or Uber wouldn’t let us in to their cars meant that we had to walk and even though Max’s place was in the other direction, he didn’t feel right letting me work home alone and we chatted getting to know each other until 40 minutes later we got to my place and it just went from there.

I had been feeling guilty about making Max walk all the way to my place so I offered for him to come in and I’d put his clothes through the dryer and he could dry off but that didn’t end up happening until the next morning.

We’d been chatting for about 10 minutes, just using a towel when Max looked at me and put his massive arms over my shoulders and just started to kiss me. The fact that this tall muscled stud was kissing me felt so amazing and just like that we’d known each other all our lives as I didn’t even feel nervous kissing him back.

The two of us stood in my hallway soaking wet just making out as eventually Max pulled off my shirt and his hands explored my muscular but far from massive chest right now as I could hear and feel him moaning into my mouth. As we kissed, the two of us got less clothed as his 7 inch meat was rock hard against my 8 inch uncut cock was rubbing against his and was the only organ that was bigger than Max in any form.

Making out with Max just felt so right as our wet bodies pressed together against my hallway wall barely metres from people walking past as we both moaned into each other’s mouths there before we reluctantly headed to my bedroom. The two of us were quick to dive on my bed as Max climbed over the top of me and started to kiss me again as my hands ran down his thick tattooed pecs as we continued to make out like we’d known each other forever and possibly in another universe we did.

The kissing just went forever before Max slowly moved his surprisingly soft lips down kissing my neck and licking it slowly before he kissed my chest and I felt his hands exploring my pecs squeezing them and then playing with my nipples as one hand went to my right nipple which he pinched whilst on my left he went to work with his mouth. Sucking on my left nipple, Max instantly finds spots on my body that I didn’t know would turn me on as much as they did as he just played with my nipples.

Laying back on my bed, arms pinned down I just watch Max who looks the straightest guy around expertly know his way around another man’s body as my cock isn’t even being touched and it’s twitching leaking with pre-cum. Max wants to go down my body onto my cock but right now I’m so close to blowing a load that I reluctantly tell him not to and start to explore his body.

Having never been with a guy the size of Max before there is some doubt in my mind about how to deal with the size and exploring. Starting with some more kissing, I’ve never lacked confidence when I’ve been with guys but with Max I don’t know why but I did.

After making out again I started to just copy what he did to me and I was worried that he wouldn’t like it but he kept moaning as soon as my mouth hit his chest and big nipples. Swirling my tongue around his nipples, I felt Max’s hand running through my hair right as I swapped between nipples and Max’s cock was hard rubbing against mine and leaking as our pre began to mix.

I kissed down his rock-hard abs and ran my tongue along the ridges as he moans before pulling me up to kiss me again. I lost track of how many times we kissed but I got the sense that Max loved to kiss which was perfectly fine for me because kissing was one of my favourite things with another man.

Max flips me over again because he wants first taste of my cock as he goes back down my body and I feel his tongue hit the tip of my cock and it licks the slit tasting the pre-cum as I moan loudly as he moves his mouth over my shaft but then goes straight to my balls and licks my sack.

I just lay there in a new sense of ecstasy as Max’s straight boy persona and look has disappeared and he is truly just a cock slut at hear as he licks my balls and sucks on each one as he takes his time. The time is flying by as we haven’t even got to fucking as he just worships my body as I lay there and he starts going back onto my cock licking up the shaft before he opens his mouth and starts sucking.

“HOLY SHIT… YEAH” I say throwing my head back as Max slowly goes down his cock, almost instinctively knowing how I like my cock to be sucked as he takes his time focusing more on making me feel good rather than trying to deepthroat me straight away.

Watching him makes my cock twitch again in my mouth as I’ve got goosebumps at how good this feels where I’m not having to do anything but just get my body and cock worshipped by this muscled stud right now. Closing my eyes, I don’t need to see Max going to work to know how good it feels as he keeps sucking on me.

Running my hands through his hair, Max starts to swallow my cock deeper as I moan and I want to blow my load down his throat and even though I want to hold off for as long as I can. Max pulls off my cock “You can blow now and then later” he says to me as I nod my head even though I don’t want to I know that I can’t hold off too much longer.

I start to fuck his mouth right now as he lets me take control of his mouth and I fuck it deep and Max doesn’t even gag as I fuck him and start to blow my huge load of cum down his throat. The wads just keep going as slowly I pull out of his mouth and still blow over his face.

Max moves in and kisses me again as I can taste my load on his tongue and on his lips as he looks into my eyes as we pull away and the glint in his eye tells me that we aren’t done yet as we get up and kiss a bit more before I push him down onto my bed.

Opening his legs, I climb in between them and start to lick the shaft down and then onto his balls just copying everything that he had just done to me. I start sucking each ball giving each one it’s own attention “Oh fuck yeah baby, just like that” he moans so loudly that I get a lot more confidence and continue to all the work.

Climbing over the top of him, I start to lick his head before going down slowly, using my tongue to flick his shaft as I go deep although unlike Max I can’t really get my mouth all the way down and deepthroat him for that long. As my head gets as far down as possible I feel hm starting to control and hold my head still and begins to fuck my mouth as I gag and choke a little bit and it makes my eyes water but at the same time it feels good to hear him moaning on me sucking his fat cock.

Max fucks my mouth longer than I fucked his but I don’t care right now as he continues to go hard at my mouth before pulling out, kissing me and then looking at me in the eyes. “Do you flip?” he asks as I just thought he’d be a pure top as I nod my head and he smiles and kisses me before I grab my lube.

Thinking I’m going to bottom first, I turn away to grab the lube and see Max bent over my bed waiting for me to stick my cock between two firm muscled butt cheeks as I notice his pink hole twitching. “It’s only fair that it’s your house that you fuck me first” he says as I shrug not arguing with the logic that he is having right now.

Standing behind Max, I go to put on a condom but he tells me that he loves it raw and this isn’t the only time we’re gonna fuck so might as well go raw. I press my cock against his tight hole which he claims isn’t virginal but it’s hard enough to get in that it isn’t too far off being a virgin hole.

My cock is thicker than Max expects as he jumps and his ass clamps on my hole and pushes it out “OH FUCK… THAT’S HUGE” he lets out as I just smile and let him try to get ready again and finally I push my cock into his hole and slowly let him adjust. It takes a little bit but finally I feel him ready so I start to fuck him.

The feeling of having a guy like Max submitting to me feels amazing as I can use whatever power that I have over the top of him right now as I slam into him hard. The room feels like it’s shaking as my (self-underrated) muscle body is pounding Max’s bigger frame right now as I go hard into his ass like this is a revenge fuck and I’m trying to let out all the frustration that I have even though I don’t have any.

Our bodies now wet through sweat instead of the rain that we were soaked from initially as I keep railing into Max’s tight ass. “Fuck me hard baby, yeah own my muscle slut ass” the way Max is begging for it surprises me so much given how tough he is on the exterior.  Max wants me to pull out and then lays on his back putting his legs onto my shoulder so that he can see me fucking him.

The weight of his muscled smooth legs on my shoulders is a surprise but once I start pounding into him and seeing the smile on his face and then his eyes rolling back into his head as I hit his prostate repeatedly. The comment about being able to cum again later after I blew inside his mouth was spot on because I can already feel myself about to let out a second huge load of cum but this time I pull out and jerk my cock over his ass and then blow another load over his hole as he smiles and then tells me to climb over.

I climb over Max thinking that he wants me to ride him but he wants to make sure that all the cum has been cleaned off my cock and leaked out before now I push him back down and get myself ready to climb over the top of his hard 7-inch cock. I squat down and prepare myself to get down on it as the tip of the head as it hits my tight hole and I close my eyes and slide down.

“OH FUCK” Max and I moan at the same time as he lets me get adjusted to his cock inside my hole right now. Max lets me do all the work as I start to ride his cock hard and it feels so good as he hits my prostate and my cock is hard again and I can feel him leaking inside me as I keep going to milk his cock.

It doesn’t take much riding to have already milked the cum out of Max’s cock as he blows a huge load up inside me and I moan “Oh fuck that feels so fucking good right now” I say as I keep riding his still hard cock even though he’s blown the load. Eventually, the energy levels in my body hit zero and I’d been working on pure adrenalin and I pull off and flop down onto the bed next to Max and look at him kissing him again.

Standing up, Max looks down at me as I realise the fact that our clothes are still in the hall soaking wet forgetting to put them in the dryer “Our clothes are still on the floor soaking wet” I say to him as he just shrugs. “Oh damn, I’m so fucking pissed off” he says sarcastically and barely able to keep a straight face right now as I can tell he isn’t any rush to leave as I look at the time and see it say 1:50am and that we’d been going at it for a few hours.

Nothing in that night ever made me think that 5 years later, that we would be getting married let alone that we would ever see each other again.

Laying in bed, I look across at the other side of the bed at it’s emptiness and just wish Max’s arms were there to cuddle into me because I miss him so much right now and the week is going to go so slowly before I can meet him back at the airport.

The next few days are all about planning for the wedding making sure that our suits are in order and it’s tough work because Max has left everything up to me to do with him being in the Middle East so I have no idea whether he will be ok with what we’re doing even though all he wants is just to put that ring on my finger.

“Everything is ready to go when Max comes back” I say as I get inside making sure that I know everything is good to go for our wedding just a few days after he gets back which wasn’t ideal but at the same time that was how Max wanted it to be because we’d already had to push it back once for when he was away.

My sister Rachel is on the other side of the dining table as she is fussing over everything for the reception which seems to have people wanting to invite themselves despite us telling everyone that it is only meant to be a small thing. “Have you two decided on the honeymoon yet?” Rach asks me as I nod, shake my head and shrug at the same time.

“Like I told you so many times, we’ve decided to spend our honeymoon in Sydney…” I look across at Rachel who goes to say something and I just tell her to stop. “I know it’s not what everybody expected but all Max wanted was some time at home for himself because he’s been away for 4 months and he just wants to spend it with me, so we are you know going to do the tourist thing here.”

Rachel nods her head and agrees to the idea understanding where Max is coming from just wanting to spend time at home having spent more time overseas deployed in the past 2 years than what he has had at home.

“So when does he get back?” Rachel asks me as my face lights up talking about it and all the plans that I have. “Well they are sending him home on a commercial flight from Dubai so all I know is that he gets home on Thursday morning and whether he wants it Thursday night but I’ve got a whole big thing planned.”

Thinking about what I’ve got planned, I’m not trying to overwhelm Max like I did on the first proper date where I went all out to make it special and in hindsight even now I could tell that I was more likely to scare him off than actually have him stick around but despite the comfortability he found it adorable.

Despite making things special, Max isn’t a show-off when it comes to romance together and even though he doesn’t shy away from being open about our relationship, he just likes the subtle approaches of showing it off to me which can’t be said about his body.

Thinking about everything and the night that he proposed, the aftermath was amazing as we went back to our then new house and made the night really special. Getting inside our place, things started slowly as I wanted to have a shower and standing there the water was running down my body for a few minutes as I closed my eyes and before I could realise I felt a set of firm muscular hands massaging my back.

“Ssh just enjoy this” Max whispers in my ear as I nod my head and he keeps massaging my shoulders and back as the water runs down my body. The hands on my body magically know where all the knots in my back right now as I feel the leftover tension from work today right now as I can feel Max pressing into me with his cock against my ass.

Getting out of the shower, I want to give back to Max in the way that he did tonight but he wants to make this all about me as he dries me off and pushes me onto my back. Max’s hands run down my still damp body as I moan loudly and it feels so good right now as I’m just feeling so relaxed.

Climbing over the top of me, Max’s cock rubs up against mine and they both get hard as we keep kissing each other before he tells me to lay still and pins my arms back behind my head which I do right now and just let Max work my body over. Max massages my chest slowly with some oil that he keeps together right now as he starts to kiss me deeply while feeling all the tension and weight I’m carrying out of my body.

The two of us just rub against each other for a while as there is less focus on the sex being heated and getting the other to cum but it is more about the sensuality and making me feel the best I can.

Slowly Max runs his hands down my body and he makes careful effort right now not to touch my cock which is begging for some attention with how hard that it is until Max comes back and very lightly runs his fingers down my shaft. The fingers just run down cock and my smooth soft ball sack right now as he massages me.

Closing my eyes, I’m feeling so chilled right now as he finally takes a firm grip of my cock and he starts to suck on my hard cock. I open my eyes and see my cock completely disappearing down his throat as I moan loudly “Oh fuck I love how you do that Max” as he just smiles and goes back to sucking my cock.

I don’t know how long he sucked my cock for that night because all of that night just blurs into one amazing experience as he deepthroated me with so much ease. I still remember the hotness of that night because our first fuck was built all around raw sex and animalistic power but this was all about the sensuality and connection that we had for each other.

As I lay there, Max has total control of my body as he lifts my legs and starts running his tongue over my pink hole working it slowly as I moan and make it naturally wet so when he wants to start fucking me he can. The rimming takes me into a whole new level of sensation as he slowly works his tongue around my hole and pushes in as he tongue fucks me right now make sure that I’m moaning and this is one of the greatest feelings I have.

Slowly pushing into me, I moan loudly as I feel my hole starting to stretch out right now as he takes it slowly so that it feels perfect as he goes in and I love the feeling of his cock inside me as he pushes in deep and I can feel his cock starting to hit about my prostate. Max goes slowly inside me before he starts to pick up the speed.

“Oh fuck yeah Maxy” he just keeps going as I say that and can feel him inside me pressing me and start to fuck me harder. The feeling of him inside me is absolutely perfect as he picks up the speed even more so rather than it being a gentle in and out it’s now using all the muscles in his body to pound me hard as his balls start to slap against my ass. Part of me knows that the reason that Max wants to go to the gym all the time isn’t just to keep fit but it’s to make sure that he has all the strength to fuck me harder every time that we fuck.

Pounding my ass hard, Max has to stop for a moment to pull the bed forward because we’re in danger of banging the bed into the wall and in his old apartment, there was actually two big dents into the wall where the bed had repeatedly banged into the wall when we had been fucking each other.

Max continues to fuck me harder and I moan so loudly ‘Oh fuck yeah… just there keep pounding your hole” I say as Max owns my ass right now so he just keeps going without stopping at all as this moment just feels so good knowing that he is fucking me and we are going to spend our lives together.

“Eth… Eth… ETHAN” I zone back into reality as my sister shakes my arm and looks at me “Where did you go? Was like you were abducted by aliens there for a minute because I was talking to you and you just completely disappeared” she says as I nod my head.

I shake off remembering the night we got engaged “Oh yeah I’m here, just been thinking about the night we got engaged and how special that was you know, the cruise and then having Mum and Dad there with us and how much of a surprise that he was able to keep it from everyone.”

Rachel nods her head “Yep, I didn’t know anything until you two posted it on Instagram and I don’t know if Mum knew either but she definitely didn’t say anything” she says as I nod my head and it just reminds me of how special that Max is.

“So what is the main thing that you two are going to do on your honeymoon?” Rachel asks as I laugh because it’s kind of embarrassing. “Don’t say sex, for the love of god please don’t say sex” I roll my eyes at her as I was never going to go close to say sex.

Getting up from the table to make another coffee I look across at Rachel “Well Max wants to go to both the Zoos because it’s been so long and I think he just wants do the whole tourist thing because he doesn’t get to spend a lot of time here in Sydney even though he was born here and lives here.” Even though Max is probably home more than he is deployed, he is quite often at the base and doesn’t get to do a lot of stuff so he wants to do it all on our “homeymoon” as we’ve jokingly called it.

“Yeah, he wants to do the SCG and Football Stadium tour and just do simple stuff like that and I mean for me I don’t see the need why we need to go somewhere far away because we just want to make the most of our time together and then eventually we will go to Japan or South Korea” the thought of having Max home is all that I need.

I’m standing there making coffee when there is a knock at my door which isn’t expected this afternoon as I tell Rachel to get the door. Rachel heads down the hallway and opens the door as I can hear a voice talking to her as I call out “Rach… who is it?” I say as I don’t get an answer until she walks down the hall followed by two people dressed in their full army uniform as I don’t quite understand what is going on at first but something hits me.

“Mr Ethan Bennett?” the man asks as I stand there as I’m really not sure what the words that are going to come out of his mouth are but I’m standing there worried and in my head hoping this is some weird trick and he’s a stripper or something but I know he’s not and the dreams of the future between Max and I are going to be forever just dreams.

We met for a beer. I’d purchased a matching virgin white lace bra and panties. While in the ladies section I noticed a Playtex high waisted girdle in bright white as well. Just before checking out I added a pair of plus size thigh high stockings with big wide lace tops. This was going to make a sexy outfit. 

He was in jeans and a black t shirt a bit scruffier than in his photos. I’m tall and leggy and he is taller and chubby. I must have had a disappointed look on my face. He sat close to me. He smiled and told me he was running late from work and hadn’t had time to go home to clean up. He smelled of sweat and dirt. He runs a forklift or something. He said we might reschedule if I wasn’t ok with him this way. We had planned on getting frisky in his truck in the back parking lot. It was late and I was ready to go. I was sure someone had noticed the lines of the bra under my blue polo shirt. And the white stockings were showing beneath my cuffed slacks, above my loafers. A guy had actually stopped by to say hello. I wasn’t sure why. I look very manly in my nice clothes. But I felt vulnerable and exposed with the garments hidden underneath. I’d put his business card in my pocket just in case.

I didn’t care if he smelled. I was ready to leave.

His hand slipped around my back as we stood up from the bar. Like he was helping me stand. I felt him checking out the bra strap under my shirt. He smiles and whispered something to me. 
“You did dress up for me. This is going to be fun.”

In the parking lot he continued to rub and feel my back, pulling a bit at the back of the bra . He had parked well back away from the bar. All the way  across a gravel road behind an old dark building. No one will see us here. No one would hear me cry for help either. I just met this hairy, smelly guy. The reality of what could happen to me set in. His arm was wrapped all the way around me. I was slowing down the pace. He looked at me sternly. “Get in the truck, bitch!”

It might seem odd, but that was music to my ears. That was the way I’d asked him to speak to me when we were chatting on line. He enjoyed calling me a bitch and it had become our love language of sorts. So I continued the chat hoping he would too. “Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere with you, fucker!

The truck doors unlocked. I large strong hand gripped the back of my neck. The back door to his high lifted double cab construction truck opened. He grabbed my wrist, dragging me in by my arm and my neck. I’m face down as he climbs in behind me. My face is pressed down against the cold leather seats. The door closes behind us. the lights go out . There is for a moment, tension and silence. I’m waiting. Waiting.

He adjusts his position and begins.

His cold hand slides up under the back of my shirt while the other grabs my ass right between my cheeks. “Get this fucking shit off, cunt!”

I quickly try to remove my polo and my slacks, I kick off my loafers hearing them drop to the floor, one, then the other. I’m turned onto my back. He roughly pulls my slacks down over my ass and off each stocking covered leg. He hesitates, feeling the soft silky nylons. His tongue licks the inside of my knee. His hands wander up to my thighs. The stockings feel nice. I love him manhandling me. I let out a loud “oh my god!”

“Shut up, bitch!” He laughs. He has worked his way up where I’d face is right in my crotch. My legs are spread out up and over his broad shoulders. He is nuzzling my panties with half his head under the rubbery Playtex girdle. I can feel his wide open wet mouth suckling my dick inside the lace panties. I wasn’t expecting this, but I wasn’t complaining.

His strong hands run up and down my nylon, girdle and bra encased body.  The polo is over my head pinning my arms up above me and covering my face. I’m struggling to finally get it all the way off. His hands are squeezing the bra cups and pinching my nipples. I’m in heaven. 
Suddenly he grabs me, pulling me upright sitting on the seat. He is right next to me. He leans in and starts kissing me. I’ve never kissed another man. I liked it. I relaxed and let him in. Warm wet deep tongue in my mouth. His hands didn’t stop working my tits and crotch. He was unbuckling his jeans. I knew this was it. My moment of truth. I’d never sucked a cock before either. He held me close, his hand placed just right on the back of my head, whispering sweet nothings. “You’re going to suck my cock like a whore. Then when I’m ready, I’m going to fuck your sissy ass harder than anyone’s ever been fucked!”

The pressure from his hand pushed my head right down. His hard cock was in his other hand. With out any hesitation or fanfare, I opened and in it went. My lips split as the girth of his throbbing cock opened my mouth really wide. It was filled as I gulped and let it keep sliding in. It didn’t stop until the big fat head popped into the back of my throat. He held me there. I tried to swallow. I tried to breathe. I choked and gagged in it. He let me up for air and to regain my composure. “More of that, bitch!”

I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He smiled and pushed me down again. I took it all for a long, long time. I’d suddenly learned to be throat fucked in just one minute. I was sort of proud.
This went on for quite a few minutes.

I learned to be a good cocksucker. I liked that a lot.

the fucking came next. He wanted to cum deep in my ass. But he didn’t last long enough to really rail me silly. I was proud of that too. 

Dear recipient,

We hope this message finds you well. Please read carefully through the information provided below, as we believe that it might affect you as one of the potential targets of recent events.

You might wonder who we are and how we contacted you, so let us share a bit of information about our organization. We are General Infestation Monitoring Program (aka “GIMP”), created in response to the tragic events happening on planet Earth since the first documented encounter on March 16, 2020.

The rest of this message was written by our traveling German team, so please excuse us for the official terminology and complex wording.

 

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Encounter #1

The observation was conducted over a person named Ryan M. Baker (male, 32 years old, 6’1, 175 lbs., blue eyes, short brown hair), who checked into a roadside motel next to Redfield, South Dakota.

Mr. Baker (hereinafter referred to as “victim”) wasn’t the initial target of our observation. Our task group was simply exploring the area for any signs of anomaly behavior in the region. But thanks to the convenient motel room location and the quick eye of our employees, we’ve managed to capture this historical event that changed our organization and humanity forever.

For the convenience of the reader, we will split our records into stages, describing drastic changes in the victim’s behavior.

“Stage 1/Initiation” happened to the victim on March 16, 6:43 PM local time.

The object is sitting in his room right next to the window. His state can be described as a bit nervous; the victim is constantly typing something on the phone and looking out the window. This continues for about 25 minutes.

Around 7:09 PM an unknown group of creatures arrives at the parking lot of the motel. Initially, they were considered by our team as humans, but after closer inspection, we managed to find some inconsistencies in their look:

• The outfit of the group didn’t match the surroundings. While most of the motel visitors were dressed casually, all 3 arrived creatures were wearing heavy military boots with white laces, bleached blue pants (looking like regular jeans with an odd pattern), and big green jackets (sort of the US pilot’s jackets design, but not quite close)
• All 3 creatures showed an absolute lack of facial hair: no beards, no hair, even eyebrows were missing.
• All creatures had thick metallic rings inserted in their noses (purpose: unknown).

A group of these creatures approached the room of the victim and were invited by him inside. After that, the process of Initiation began almost immediately.

1. Object cooperates and removes all his clothes and remains completely naked. He lays on the bed in an unusual position: his feet point towards the top of the bed; his head is almost leaning from its foot.
2. One of the creatures takes an unknown device out of his jacket and puts it in the mouth of the victim. The device looks like a metal ring with tiny metal strips on the sides (2 stripes on each side, 4 in total), which can be securely attached and locked behind the object’s head with the lock.
3. Creatures begin the “pervasion process”.

Same creature with a metal ring unzips his bleached pants and reveals his erect penis. Unlike normal human organs, it looks approx. 8 inches in length and has inserted a metal ring into the glans. A massive ball sack is located directly under the penis, it contains an unknown amount of white viscous liquid with the creature’s DNA. The main object of the pervasion process is to penetrate the victim’s mouth and conduct reciprocating movements to infest his body with the DNA from the ball sack.

Thanks to the inserted metal ring device, the object cannot deny access to his throat. Penetration usually happens full length, non-stop, and with increasing speed, despite the victim’s lack of air, gag reflex, or physical abilities. After approx. 12 minutes into the process, the creature’s dick shows severe pulsation, quickly emptying balls located directly over the nose of the victim. Apparently, those are the last moments of the victim’s self-consciences, due to easily readable fear in his red eyes and running tears.

After the first portion of the inserted liquid object’s eyes became vacant, minor traces of resistance are no longer visible and the process continues with the other creatures in the room. Each creature conducted the penetration 2 times, resulting in 6 acts of successful feeding over a 2-hour period.

The metal ring gets removed and the group leaves the motel room. The victim dresses up and continues acting normally with no visible signs of being changed, the same happens on March 17, 18, and 20. After that, on March 21 the infestation of Ryan M. Kelly moved to Stage 2.

“Stage 2/Collection” happened to the victim on March 21, 12:02 PM local time.

The same group appeared at the parking lot of the motel. Our initial thought was that this encounter would be no different from the previous ones, but apparently, we were wrong.

The same 3 creatures are already standing in front of the naked man in the room. This time his position is different: he is lying face down, both arms attached to the frame of the bed with some little leather belts, same happens with his legs. One pillow pushed under his belly was raising his ass.

At this stage, the penetration is targeting the victim’s anus. Normally human sphincter works exit only, but the creature uses some sort of transparent substance to make it possible. After a few seconds of resistance, the penis was inserted full way, so the breeding process is happening without any hesitation. The victim shows a potential urge to scream, which is prevented by immediate mouth-feeding process from another creature in the room.

After a 3-hour period we expected the group to leave the building as usual, but today their plans were different. All the victim’s belongings were collected in the bag, the still naked victim was dragged by hands and legs towards the van in the parking lot. Since that moment the object is considered “Collected”, observation moved to Stage 3.

 

“Stage 3/Transformation” happened to the victim on March 21, 5:36 PM local time.

The victim was delivered to the private property located 2h away from the original location.

Quickly after arrival, some manipulations were performed on the victim, completely changing his visual appearance. Judging by his current appearance, we can underline the following changes:

1. All the facial hair was removed, the object’s head is completely bold and appears to be polished, and his eyebrows are missing. Our original thought was that the victim was transformed to look like his owners, but that wasn’t confirmed after further observation.
2. Victim’s penis is concealed in the unknown metal device, totally preventing him from the natural intercourse process. The device looks several times smaller than needed. After the cage was sealed, everything was hidden under the small piece of cloth hanging on the waist of the victim with the little strap.
3. No other clothes were provided.

The visual changes of the victim correlate with his complete character transformation:

• Mr. Kelly is no longer showing any sign of human consciousness: he’s not interested in any regular activities, hobbies, actions, or outside communications.
• All his time during the day is allocated for supporting his primary needs: having food, sleeping, housekeeping, and maintaining his physical shape.
• The rest of his life is divided into feeding and breeding processes with the constantly increasing number of the inhabitants of the house. They may occur randomly during any time of the day or night, no additional devices are required for the feeding, and no transparent substance is required for the breeding. At this point in his existence, the victim consumes and assimilates roughly 8.5 oz of foreign DNA per day.

No other changes happened to the victim during the next 6 months. GIMP organization decided to stop any further observation activities – with Ryan M. Kelly’s humanity status considered as “Lost”.

This case was a big eye-opener for our organization. We dedicated the next 4 years of our existence to monitoring, observing, and recording similar events. The results were shocking – according to our humble calculations and data collection, these events are happening all over the world, resulting in hundreds and thousands of victims being infested and collected on a daily basis.

The government refuses to interfere – they claim that there are no illegal actions, and all the objects provided their consent to be treated like that. Apparently, there is no one to help, because our recourses are very limited and only allow us to observe and share the results of observation with people like you. Please continue reading our messages and obtaining the knowledge because it could save your life.

The identification of these creatures is not as simple as it may look. We naively thought that they were all alike and easy to detect, but that was a mistake. For the past 4 years, we have been able to identify many types of them, those are the most common ones:

• Groups of 3-10 creatures, heavily dressed in the skin of dead animals. Clothes are usually painted in black color, covering their whole body. Eyes are covered with sunglasses; faces cannot be recognized due to the massive beards and flat hats.
• Groups of 4-7 creatures, covered in the shiny black substance. Zero skin is visible, some creatures have round shiny eyes with transparent or red color.
• Groups of 3-50 creatures, bleached jeans, high boots with laces, absence of any hair. Identical to the group from Encounter #1.
• Groups of 2-5 creatures, looking like a comic hybrid of the human and the dog. They could be easily identified because they look like neither of them.

On top of that, we encountered less common, but still widely spread groups like naked people imitators, bikers, massive hairy humanoids, and even creatures covered in fur.  

Apparently, the type of the group somehow affects the infestation process, making it unique. This is clearly visible from the obduction of Thomas Anderson (male, 19 years old, 5’0, 110 lbs., green eyes, curly ginger hair), who was living on the campus of the local college in Salem, Oregon.

Mr. Anderson (hereinafter referred to as “victim”) initiated the process of infestation by meeting one of the creatures next to the gay club in his town area. Our experienced employees immediately noticed the trap: the creature was wearing black leather pants with front and back parts missing (obvious mistake), and his hair and beard contained a big amount of white hair (that looked completely odd in comparison to his other brown hair), and during the conversation with the victim he was smoking a cigarette (which was brown and very thick for some reason, unlike normal human cigarettes).

After a while, our team realized that the creature was a member of a pack containing 7 similar entities. The pack immediately initiated the pervasion process with the regular Stages 1 and 2. But the final Stage 3 seemed to be very different compared to the other victims.

“Stage 3/Transformation” happened to the victim on July 2, 11:24 PM local time.

The victim is in the house owned by the pack 5 miles away from the city center. The original steps of his transformation look the same, yet still have some minor differences:

1. The victim is fully naked. Chastity device is already attached to his genitalia. To our surprise device is only 0.8 inches long and completely removes the penis of the object. This time the device appears to be made of plastic; the color is black.
2. The victim’s ginger hair is shaved, but eyebrows remain the same.
3. After several hours of observation, the victim disappeared and wasn’t noticed for the next 2 days.

The initial conclusion of our team was that the object was moved to another place until one of our employees noticed some strange behavior in one of the mannequins located on the property.

The mannequin appeared to be moving around one of the rooms. It was considered impossible to be real, but we compared the initial victim’s measurements (5’0, 110 lbs.) and confirmed that they matched the moving mannequin. For unknown reasons, Mr. Anderson appeared to be covered in shiny black rubber material, which made him look like a non-human object. All his facial features disappeared, which made our team so confused.

For some reason, these visual changes also confused one of the inhabitants of the house. The creature confused Mr. Anderson with the coffee table and used him as a footrest for about 2 hours (the victim didn’t show any signs of movement or stress). Only after that, it was identified as a house hostage, and the creature initiated the breeding process.

Due to the normal size of the victim (again – 5’0, 110 lbs.) and the enormous size of the creature’s penis (approx. 10 inches), we expected the breeding process to fail disregarding the amount of lube used. Our expectations were wrong: erected penis was fully inserted into the victim without any problems, and the breeding process lasted 9 minutes and ended successfully. Apparently, the victim was somehow modified to be able to hold large objects inside. The theory was confirmed the same night after 11 successful breeding processes, with the largest object appearing to be one of the creature’s fists.

After that we’ve decided to stop the observation of Mr. Anderson with humanity status: “Lost”. We contacted his university and created a believable story about his movement to Canada and proceeding the his education there. We don’t want this story to become public and create mass panic in society.

This is the end of the current message. We hope it was useful for you because we have plans to continue publishing our observations about tragic events.

Please feel free to forward this message to any other person who might be a potential target (we would like this newsletter to be as confidential as possible) and stay tuned for the next distribution.

Stay safe and be on guard because the next victim could be you.

Princeton University wasn’t just any university. Sure, it sounds like a cliche, but it’s the truth. It was the most prestigious college in the country, and it was blatantly obvious by the preppy looking students who strutted around campus, wearing navy suits, white shirts, and all with the red emblem stitched into them.

They all felt like they were better than everyone else. Scratch that, they all knew they were better than everyone else. Most of them came from sickeningly wealthy families. The Rotchbergers were arguably the wealthiest, followed by the Carmichaels, and the list didn’t end there.

Those who were lucky enough to have the infamous names, were automatically considered the elites. It gave high school bully vibes, but these guys didn’t need to flush anybodies head down a toilet. They had money, and in a place like Princeton, money talked.

I’d gotten in by chance. I was just a regular eighteen year old kid, who happened to be more intelligent than your average Joe. I’d applied as a joke, and when the acceptance letter arrived, I was certain they were playing a joke back. Yet, five months later, there I was.

It looked just like you’d expect a top level university to look. Huge walls to keep out the peasants. A large, castle-like building where students came and went for lectures. Countless smaller buildings, like some medieval fortress, and then there were the dorms.

People like me were left with the standard, run-of-the-mill dorms. You know the ones. Two beds, a broken desk, and a bathroom so small that you can piss from the shower. I didn’t mind, much. I’d grown up knowing what it felt like to struggle, so it wasn’t anything new to me.

On the other side of campus, however, were the private dorms. You can guess who lived in those..

Harry Rotchberger was the college equivalent to Chris Hemsworth, without the beard. That is, if Chris Hemsworth was ten times hotter than he already was. As much of an asshat as Harry was, there was simply no denying that he was out of this world beautiful.

The guy was worshipped like some sort of mythical god. Every person in the college knew him, and at least ninety percent of them wanted to jump on his dick. It would have been funny, if I wasn’t also included in that ninety percent.

From the moment I first laid eyes on him, as he sauntered across campus in a sweat drenched, sleeveless t-shirt, I knew that my days on campus would be spent fantasising over him. He wasn’t just hot, he was painfully, annoyingly, fuck me right in the ass hot.

Harry knew he was adored by everyone who looked in his direction. That’s why he took the long way back from the gym, and allowed mere mortals like us to gawp as he walked, with a fresh gym pump pulsing blood through his bulging veins.

He also knew that once everybody had gotten a good look at his spectacular physique, that their next target was the giant meat stick that swayed freely in his shorts. At first, I was convinced that it was a joke, and that Harry kept a suspiciously large dildo in his pants. The thing looked like a third leg, swinging back and forth, slapping off his solid thighs. Then the rumours began to circulate. Young women spoke in whispers and limped like cowboys as they giggled. Ten inches is what they estimated, but girls had a habit of over-exaggerating everything about Harry Rotchberger.

So why am I telling you all of this? Just to set the scene for another miserable, gay teenager, who has to sit on the sidelines and watch as the man of his dreams is whisked off by a hot cheerleader? Well, not exactly. You see, when Harry Rotchberger finally noticed me, he did so for a reason that I could hardly believe.

Standing outside the door of my dorm room, Harry wore an oversized hoodie, pulled tight around his face, and baggy sweat pants which still showed the size of his dong. It took me a moment to pick my jaw up off the floor, and when the world’s most affluent fuck boy spoke, I almost pissed my pants.

“Word on campus is that you’re gay” he told me, with a look so sincere that I knew he couldn’t be fucking with me.

“Uh… Yeah?”

“I need a favour, and I need you to keep quiet about it, too”.

As a good host should, I invited Harry inside, and I could almost smell the disgust from him. He grimaced at the place, which I guess was to be expected considering the entire dorm was the size of his walk in wardrobe.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, as though we were having some sort of business meeting.

Harry loosened the strings around his hood, and pulled it down to reveal his stunning mane of dark blond hair. He looked nervous. In fact, he looked terrified. I cocked a brow as he tried to find the words, and then they all poured out of him at once, and it sounded something like:

“Imaneedyoudalemmefukyou”.

I raised my eyes and shook my head.

“Is that Swahili?”

He looked away, rubbed his flawless chin, and shook his head. A deep breath later, he spoke more coherently.

“I’m gonna’ need you to let me fuck you”.

The silence that fell between us was the loudest silence I had ever known. It felt like someone had dunked my entire body into molten lava, and the warmth swarmed me like a pack of angry hornets. I felt my cheeks burn red, and when I laughed, Harry stood up.

“This was a mistake” he said, and hurried toward the door.

“No, no, wait!” I barked after him, because for every mistake I’d ever made, this would not be one of them. “You’re fucking with me, right? What is this, some kind of college initiation? Pin the dick on the gay boy, huh?”

I expected the door to burst open and the rest of the snobby students to pile into the room with streamers and whistles, but Harry turned back and shook his head.

“I’m a virgin, Karl”.

Now he really was fucking with me. I sniggered again, and shook my head.

“First of all, my name is Carter. Second of all, you’re not a virgin, because every chick in this place has talked about your huge fucking… Whatever you want to call that trouser snake”.

With absolutely no form of warning. No hint of notification. With not a single shred of notice, Harry fucking Rotchberger pulled his grey sweatpants down to his ankles, and stood back up, completely exposed, and utterly breathtaking, as his huge manhood bounced between his legs.

It felt like the entire world had stopped, and all I could do was stand and behold the glorious sight before me. He was groomed to perfection, with only a small, stubbled patch of pubic hair above his mammoth organ. His balls hung down low, contained inside the most succulent looking sack I had ever seen. His cock, like a flesh coloured baseball bat, was smooth, yet bulging with veins, and the mushroom head was as pink as cotton candy at a fairground.

“I think I need to sit down” I admitted, and fumbled my way onto a chair.

“Nobody can take it, man” he sighed, and looked down at his giant cock.

It wasn’t ten inches, but it wasn’t far off either. Perhaps it could get to ten, but that thought both terrified and intrigued me. I bit down on my lip and swallowed hard.

“I’m guessing your general knowledge about the anatomy of a gay man is a little skewed” I finally said, as Harry remained half naked. “But, I hate to break it to you, that ain’t fitting in me either”.

He cocked his head like a confused puppy.

“But… But I watched… I watched gay porn” he told me, whispering the ‘gay’ part in case that somehow made him more gay than the fact that he was standing there with his cock and balls hanging out.

“Right” I nodded, “and that’s porn. This…” I continued, and gestured around the room, “is not”.

He rubbed his face with frustration and finally reached for his pants.

“Wait, wait, hold up” I said, and got to my feet, which felt like jelly, “that doesn’t mean I can’t try“.

Harry stopped and stared at me, and a flicker of hope lit up his vibrant blue eyes.

“Really?” He gasped, and when he realised that his voice pitched too high, he coughed, and repeated the word in a more masculine tone.

Harry’s cock would have ruptured every internal organ that I possessed. The thing looked large enough to be a method of execution, but I was prepared to meet the executioner, because turning down Harry Rotchberger was not on my agenda.

“I have lube” he told me, and stepped out of his pants, so that now he really was naked below the waist.

“Did you bring a bathtub full?” I asked, still unsure how my night had gone from watching a mind numbing documentary on Netflix, to staring at Harry’s cock.

He pulled his hoodie over his head, and I realised that he’d worn nothing else but the hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers. He looked even more impressive than I ever would have expected. Every part of his body looked as though it had been carved. Each muscle, each ab, each vein. He was a masterpiece.

“So um… I don’t really know how you gays… I mean, guys do this” he gulped, and his cheeks began to blush. “Do you like… I don’t know. Do you want to suck it or…”

The words had barely left his mouth. In fact, by the time he finished the sentence, I was already on my knees in front of him.

The scent of him washed over me like a warm, delicious blanket of happiness. He was neither fresh, nor ripe, but at some sweet spot in the middle that allowed me to inhale the sweet aroma of a workout, as well as the faded masculine fragrance of a 9-in-1 body wash.

I picked his cock up in my hand and shouldn’t have been as surprised by the weight of it as I was. It felt like a limb, and as soon as my fingers began to wrap around it, Harry’s rod swelled.

“It gets bigger?” I asked, watching as the helmet became engorged.

“Not a lot” he grimaced, as though he was ashamed of it.

Thankfully, Harry was correct. Although the massive cock stiffened in my grasp, the actual length of it remained relatively similar. Despite that, I was now quite sure that the rumours weren’t exaggerations after all.

“Oh yeah” he mumbled, as I began to slide my hand up and down it, peeling back his long, loose foreskin slightly further, and allowing his glans to be revealed fully.

His beefy arms hung down by his sides as he exhaled deeply. His head hung back, and Harry relaxed into the handjob.

None of it seemed real, but I’d think about all of that later. That’s if I survived what was sure to be the hardest fuck I had ever taken.

With each stroke, Harry’s heavy balls bounced. I leaned forward, still working his meat with my hand, and slid my tongue along his sack. He whistled, which seemed like a good thing.

“You sure know your way around a cock” he grunted, making a hissing sound between his teeth, “damn, that’s good”.

This was my one, and possibly only shot at making Harry so very impressed, that he’d have to return for more. I continued sucking on each of his balls as I jerked him off, and then I felt the thick bead of pre-cum pour down the underside of his shaft, and drench my hand.

I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, and took his helmet inside. The sharp flavour made my own cock dance in my underwear, and my tongue instantly lapped at his gaping cumslit, which continued to pour.

“Aw shit, man” he moaned, his hand finding the back of my head, “that’s real good”.

It felt like a tap had been turned on. Copious amounts of pre-spunk cascaded down my throat, and I swallowed it eagerly. I didn’t want to waste a drop, but I had never come across somebody who could produce so much fluid at such an alarming rate. I wondered if his cock was so large that having that much natural lubrication was very much necessary.

“Don’t worry about taking it all, bro” he breathed, slowly thrusting an inch or two deeper, “it’s no big deal”.

Perhaps Harry underestimated me. I was, after all, a gay man, and this wasn’t my first cock-rodeo. I opened my throat as wide as I could, like some sort of exotic reptile, preparing for a feast, and fed more of his wet, salty meat into me. I watched as he stared down at me with eyes like saucers.

“Holy fucking shit” he gasped, as inch by inch, I swallowed his cock.

Admittedly, nothing of this magnitude had ever gone down my throat before, and as skilled as I was, after eight inches, I felt like I was about to burst. Harry, however, had been transported to a different dimension, and was shaking with pleasure.

“Oh man. Oh fuck, that’s the best fucking head I’ve ever had”.

He held me so gently that I began to wonder if it was even Harry at all. Had someone dressed up as the beautiful young man? Someone kind? He pumped more pre-cum into my stomach, and let out a long, loud grunt.

“Damn, dude, I could fucking cum right now!”.

Part of me wanted him to. Part of me wanted to please him so much with my mouth, that maybe he’d forget about impaling my ass. And then another part could think of nothing better than Harry slamming deep into my hole, with the sound of his balls slapping off mine.

“I wanna eat your ass” he blurted, “let me eat your ass, dude”.

If Harry thought I was going to protest, he had another thing coming. I got to my feet and instantly began to pull my t-shirt off, until he stopped me, and did it himself.

“Let me take care of you” he said, his eyes on my body as he peeled the t-shirt over my head.

His stiff, leaking cock was the only thing between us now. He studied my nude torso as my own cock bulged against my pants, and pressed his hand to my chest.

“Your hearts racing” he whispered, sliding his finger over my sensitive nipple, and making me shiver with pleasure.

Harry reached my pants, and I knew that in just a moment, I would feel more inadequate than I ever had before. How could I stand naked in front of a man with a cock twice the size of mine? It wasn’t even an exaggeration, either. At five inches, it was very likely that Harry was indeed double my length, and when he slid my pants and underwear to my ankles, he noticed it.

“Aren’t you lucky” he said, and tapped the head of my erection with his fingers.

He wasted no time after that. With relative ease, the handsome young man led me to my own bed and set me down on my hands and knees. I gasped as he pried open my ass cheeks, and gasped again when his warm, wet mouth enveloped my whole asshole.

Chills ran up my spine as his tongue slid around the rim, slowly lubing me up with his saliva. There were few things in the world that I loved more than having my ass eaten, and I began to moan almost instantly.

His tongue was larger than I had expected, but worked better than any that had ever been in my ass before. For a straight man, he was incredibly gifted at rimming, and my eyes rolled as he pushed deeper into my hole, and slurped on my pussy.

He spread me further apart with his hands, eager to access the deepest parts of me as he thumbed open my spit drenched hole and plunged further. His tongue swirled and spiralled inside me, causing feelings that I’d never had before. I squeezed the sheets below me, and moaned once more.

“You taste so good, man” he gasped, and spat a splash of saliva against my opening, before making out with it once more.

I felt his spit drool down my taint and drip from my balls. It was easily the best rim-job I’d ever received in my life, and just like Harry, I felt like I was about to shoot my load all over the bedsheets. I bucked forward, driving my cock into an imaginary orifice, and groaned when he stopped.

For just a moment, I remained in place and almost wept with frustration. I wanted his tongue to return to my hole and remain there forever, but instead of his tongue, Harry pushed a single finger into me, and my sphincter clenched around it.

“You’re tight for a gay guy” he said, and I wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

He explored my asshole for a while, gently gliding in and out as I purred with pleasure. He hooked it inside me, sliding off my prostate and forcing another sharp moan to escape me as my cock twitched.

Another finger squeezed inside, spreading me wider around him as he pumped. “It’s like fingering a chick” he said, more to himself than to me.

He twisted, pumped and curled his fingers. He spread them apart like scissors, wiggled them deep in my rectum, and scraped my prostate with his fingertips. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven as I rested my face on my drool-drenched pillow, and gasped.

Harry could have spent the rest of the night fingering me, and I wouldn’t have had any problem with that. Instead, he pulled his fingers out, leaving my asshole slightly agape, and fished out a bottle of lube from his pocket on the floor. He must have been confident.

The cool liquid poured down my ass crack, and Harry guided it inside me with his thumb. He spiralled it around the rim, coating my hole with the thick, slippery fluids, and dumped even more of it inside me. It felt like someone was cumming in me, and I couldn’t help but whimper as more of the stuff drooled over me.

“Gotta get you nice and wet” he whispered, and I listened as he jerked his huge rod with a wet hand, and covered it in lube.

I had no idea how this was going to work. The largest cock I’d ever taken was perhaps seven inches long, and even that had been a struggle. I’d used a dildo once, that was slightly larger, but the pain had been too much to handle. This was larger than both.

“I’m gonna go real slow, alright?” He said, and placed his foot on the edge of the bed as he dipped his hips and slid his bulbous helmet against my wet hole.

“That’s probably a good idea” I gulped, and did everything I could to relax the muscles in my ass.

The feeling of his smooth, wet glans rubbing around my rim made me shiver. I could already tell that he was far too large for me, but what life without a little pain? He pushed slowly, and I backed my hole onto him, and as my sphincter began to spread, a fiery burn rushed through me.

“Fuck” I hissed, pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as I could.

“You good?”

“It’s too big, man” I grunted, and he eased slightly and poured more lube.

Harry tried again, and got a little further this time. It felt like someone was sliding their entire fist into me, and no matter how hard I tried, the pain was too intense.

“Fuck! It feels like I’m being impaled” I growled, grabbing the lips of my asshole, and impatiently trying to pull them apart.

“You look hot like that” he chuckled, and slapped my open hole with his cock before trying once more.

This time, Harry’s large cock head made considerable progress. I whimpered as it pushed inside me, and then yelped when the entire mushroom popped through ring.

“Oh shit” he panted, “I’m in! I’m actually fucking in!”

“I know” I groaned, trying to breathe through the dull ache, “I can feel it”.

We stayed in place for a moment, both of us trying to come to terms with these new feelings, and then slowly, Harry began to slide deeper.

“Oh my god” I moaned, as my entire rectum began to stretch around his meat.

My prostate became smothered by his cock. It felt like I had lost control of my bladder as he pushed deeper, and suddenly I was pissing, and there wasn’t a thing in the world I could do about it.

“Shit, I’m real sorry about that” Harry groaned, but neither of us cared. The pleasure was more than anything I had ever expected. No sex had ever caused a reaction like this, and as urine gushed from me, onto my bed, Harry continued.

My breathing became frantic and wheezy. My eyes rolled back, and my cock twitched and leaked as he continued his journey into me. I felt pleasure in places that I had never known pleasure to exist. I felt pain, too, but it was overwhelmed by the arousal.

I felt him in my stomach. Mindlessly, I reached down and pushed the soft flesh above my groin, and with my fingers, I could feel the bulge of his cock.

“Dude” I gasped, “you’re literally in my freaking stomach!”

Neither of us knew how to feel about that, but it didn’t matter now. Harry Rotchberger had quite literally impaled me, and it felt fucking wonderful.

“I never thought I’d be this deep in anyone” he told me, holding my waist and sweating on top of me, “oh man, this is fucking awesome”.

He pushed his groin and balls against me, and I knew that every last inch of the hot young man was now buried in my body. I clenched, but it was entirely useless. The muscles in my asshole had given up, and Harry had full and complete use of it now, with no protest from my sphincter.

As he slowly began to fuck me, I wondered if I’d ever be the same again. Would his giant cock do so much permanent damage, that for the rest of my days, I’d be forced to wear a diaper? The idea made me cringe, but I’d deal with that later. Harry pulled out a few inches, and shoved them back in, and fireworks exploded inside me as I moaned loud.

“You like that?” He asked, speeding up slightly.

“Fuck yeah, I like it” I said breathlessly, and closed my eyes as he began.

Being fucked by Harry was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt like I’d discovered parts of my body that I hadn’t known existed. Deep, secret parts that he’d unlocked for me, and now that I knew about them, I’d spend the rest of my life searching for people to find them again.

It was easy to tell that Harry was the athletic sort. For almost thirty minutes, the young beefcake kept up the same stamina. He fucked me with such force that the entire bed and moved across the room, and not once did he stop for a breather.

My body dripped with sweat. His body did, too, and I could feel the droplets fall from him and land on my back. He fucked me with such force that when my cock began to spray cum into the pool of piss that he’d forced out of me, all I could do was shake and gasp. He fucked me with such force that when he coaxed a second orgasm from me, I had to bury my face in the pillow and cry out in pleasure.

On and on he went, with stamina that blew my mind, and my load. I felt like I was passing out when the third orgasm rippled through my entire body, and turned me so limp that I could no longer keep myself in position.

Harry crawled on the bed on top of me, seemingly unbothered by the mess that he’d caused me to make. He bounced on me, driving his meat hammer deeper with each thrust, and then finally, with his strong hands holding my naked, sweaty shoulders into the mattress, Harry orgasmed.

I’d given myself an enema once, and that was the closest thing to describe Harry Rotchberger cumming in my ass. It was like a hose. The thing expanded, and began to pour sperm into the deepest, darkest crevices of my body. I knew in that moment, that the likelihood of ever passing his sperm was slim. It had been dumped too deep inside me, and now a part of Harry would remain with me for life.

The man eventually pulled out of me. His long, wet rope slipped from my battered hole, and made wet sounds as it fell out and left me gaping. I felt a breeze of air whipping into my bowels, and knew that I was spread so far apart that life would be difficult for the next few days.

“That was real good, man” he said, cleaning himself up as I lay there, panting, moaning, drooling and sweating. “I’ll see you around”.

I wanted to lift my head from the wet mattress and arrange a second visit, but I was too exhausted, too aroused, and too confused to do anything but sleep.

The alarm woke me the next morning. My head felt light, and the lower half of my body ached painfully. I moved to one side, blindly trying to find my phone, and realised that I was almost glued to the sheets. I got to my feet, hissed at the pain in my asshole, and limped toward the shower. Today would be a long day indeed.

By lunch time, I’d almost managed to walk without wincing. I shuffled over to a bench, stared at it and decided against it. Sitting down had been a nightmare, and so I stood near a group of young women and never intended on listening to their conversation.

“Oh my god, stop it!” One of them gasped, and I rolled my eyes. Why were chicks always so dramatic?

“No way!” Another said, “he did the exact same thing with me!”

“You’re kidding!” A third added, “me too!”

I wasn’t very interested, until I heard his name.

“I always knew Harry Rotchberger was a fuck boy” one giggled, “but who cares right? I mean, so what if he tells a few white lies to get what he wants. His cock was fire!”

I gawped at the apple in my hand.

“I know, but why not just be honest?” One of them said, “it’s not like many people would say no anyway, right?”

“This whole sob story about nobody being able to take his dick, I saw right through him when he said it to me”.

“I bet you still fucked him, though”

“Um… Duh!” She replied, and the group of them screeched with laughter as they walked away.

I stood there, dazed and confused as my hole throbbed with pain. It had all been a lie. Harry had given me some dumb story, and I’d fallen for it. I looked around, completely bewildered, and considered getting angry, and then I considered it again.

Harry didn’t fuck me because he was some poor, unfortunate virgin. He fucked me because he wanted to fuck me. I looked over at a group of passing young men, and found Harry at the front. He pulled his sunglasses down his perfect nose, stared directly at me and winked.

“Holy shit”.

His Name is William

We stayed out as long as Willie could stand it, but the tingling got to be too irritating for him. Taking the elevator, Colin pressed a button for a floor and the elevator moved. I smiled as I knew what Colin was doing. When the elevator stopped, Willie was going to get out, but stopped.

 “Get out, Willie,” Colin said pointing to the hall.

 “But this isn’t the correct floor,” Willie said looking at a floor he’d never seen.

 I grinned. “Get out anyway.”

 The difference was the floor he had been on was nice, but clearly an office type of hall. Now, this was…the walls had molding on it, a more decorative carpet running down the center, pictures on the walls, furniture as in a hall table with lamps and flowers. The doors lining the hall were also a little more ornate with peepholes. This was the residence floor. These were double doors. Colin stopped in front of one and opened it.

 Willie looked at the apartment walking in slowly. It was large and nicely furnished with the couch and chairs, pictures on the walls and on tables of family. There was a large balcony you could see the sun was out and the sky was blue.

 “Whose apartment is this?” Willie asked.

 “Well, this is Devon’s and my apartment.” Colin smiled. “I hope it will be yours, too.”

 Willie’s eyes grew. “Yours and mine?”

 I nodded. “If you like.” I motioned for him to follow. “Come with me.” I led him down the hall and opened another door and swung it open. “This can be your room.” This room was almost four times bigger than the room he was in upstairs.

“My room?” Willie asked in amazement as he walked in, looking at the curtain covered windows out of which he could see Manhattan. It was not sterile but lacked a personality from someone that lived there. There was a grand bed, bedside tables with lamps, a dresser and it was clean. That’s it.

I walked to a door and opened it. “And your own bathroom.”

Willie walked in seeing the shower and separate tub. It was spacious and not white. The tub was a cream color that went into the tiles mixed with white. A big mirror over the double sinks.

Colin walked up behind Willie. “We want this to be your home, Willie.”

“You can decorate it with your treasures and place them around the room as you like.” I smiled. “It will be your room,” I said again.

Willie looked at Colin and then me. “My room.”

Colin chuckled seeing Willie was having trouble believing it. “Just let it sink in.” He shrugged. “Now that you’re taking the serum, we don’t have to have you completely out of the sun.”

I walked closer to Willie. I put a hand on his arm. “You’re free to do whatever you want, Willie. No one’s pressuring you. Once you’ve got the disc in, you can go wherever you want. Stay here or even go back to that ticket office.” I smiled. “If someone discovers you now, you have the freedom to go wherever you want, when you need to. You have options now.”

Willie covered his face with his hands and then brought them down to look at his wet hands and chuckled. “Tears.” He looked for a tissue. “I haven’t cried in a century and now in a couple of days, I’m blubbering all the time.” He said wiping his face with the back of his hand and sleeve.

Colin smiled coming up behind me. “You have to be able to produce tears to cry. Now, you can.” He touched Willie’s shoulder again making Willie turn around. “The point is…I want you happy and safe. You can live here, or we’ll find someplace else, but you are a vampire like we are. You will have to remain on the serum. So, once a month you’d have to check in or become that creature again. We’ll be able to see you that way.”

Willie nodded with a sniff. “I’ve been alone so long I was used to it. Even when you were there, Colin…I didn’t connect. I was afraid to.” He smiled. “I’d like to stay.”

“This will be home for you if you want,” I said.

Willie looked at Colin and me, puzzled. “What is it you do here?”

Colin thought. “We find others like ourselves. We have a group that looks for vampires. There are vampires out there and you know it. We seek them out and occasionally; like you, they retained their humanity. We offer help to get them a better life. There are the others…who has been taken over by the venom and are no longer human.”

“And you kill them,” Willie said.

“They’re not human anymore,” Colin stressed. “Would you want to suffer like that?”

“No.” Willie nodded readily. “I’m well aware of the others.” He laughed a little bitterly. “They can’t even talk anymore.”

“We’ll introduce more people as you are able,” I said. “If you don’t feel like it, we won’t.”

Willie nodded. “And my head?”

“There are some techniques we can use to help you,” I said. “When you are able, talking about it is the one proven good way to make it stop. I would like George to examine you a little more thoroughly. There may be something more we can do.” I smiled. “Now that you’re practically back to normal, there may be some medication you can take that will help.”

“Medication?” Willie asked.

“Things have changed in the past century,” I explained. “There are some good medications to help veterans like us who are having a hard time, but a medical exam will tell us more.”

Willie nodded a shrug. “If it helps, but talking about it?” He shook his head, telling me he wasn’t ready for that.

“Your mind has been struggling to come to grips with what happened to you. Talking about will help you. You won’t be able to forget, but you’ll be able to deal with it better…with time.”

Willie nodded. “Okay, maybe.”

I smiled. “Are you hungry? We haven’t eaten in a while. I’m getting hungry.”

Willie grinned. “That chicken was great.” He grinned at Colin. “I was promised a steak.”

Colin chuckled. “As many as you can eat.”

I nodded. “You might want to take it easy still. This consuming of food is still new for your body to process.”

Colin leaned closer to Willie and whispered. “The problem will be with your bowels.” He jutted his head toward me. “Devon saw how much I ate and asked me about that when we first met. Let’s just say…you may have to go at first…a lot.”

Willie chuckled. “Got it.”

“Soon, you won’t have any problems,” I added.

Gabriella cleared her throat to remind us she and Alex were there, too. “Do we order from Vamps? I really don’t cook.”

Colin nodded. “We’ll order from Vamps. They know about us and can fix anything, any time.” Then he narrowed his eye and turned to Gabriella and Alex. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten. You proposed to Alex when?”

Gabriella rolled her eyes coming to her father putting an arm around his waist. “Come on, Daddy. You like Alex, I know it. He’s a good man.” She smiled. “The world changed.” She waved down at how she was dressed. “Women wear pants now. We can vote, own businesses and be independent. Why is it the man has to propose?”

Colin nodded. “I wish you’d given me some warning.”

Gabriella nodded. “So, you could fret about it longer?” She shook her head. “I love Alex. He loves me. Why shouldn’t we get married?”

I shook my head as I looked at this family. “I’m still using a human’s view of things,” I said. “You called Willie Grandpa. The way I see it, he might have a grandchild…about three! He’s not that much older than either of you…in appearance. Really, you Colin should be the Grandpa. You’re older than everyone except Burke. Willie should be calling Gabriella Mother or Grandma. Chronologically, he’s younger than she is but looks older. You, Colin, look too young to have a daughter that looks as old as she is. In order of birth…”

Colin nodded pulling me kissing my temple. “It’s better if you don’t think too much about it. It’ll give you headaches.”

“And you guys have spent way too much time with me,” Willie said to Colin and me. “You both have lives. I appreciate you holding my hand, but you’re married. You need time to do married things.”

I nodded. “Our room is right over there, just down the hall.”

Willie nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

“After we eat, we can start moving your things in here,” I said.

We ordered from Vamps. Willie was loving everything he ate! Until…he suddenly stopped as his eyes widened. It was a good thing we ate in our apartment. He hurried down the hall to his room and shut the door.

Colin grinned after he’d gone down the hall. “We warned him.”

I chuckled. “He’ll be fine.”

After we’d finished we all helped Willie set up his room, letting him tell us where to put things. It took a few hours, but it started to look to Willie like his room. He lived here!

Our apartment faced the West. Willie looked out at our balcony and walked out. He smiled as there was still a little tingle in his body. As there was no direct sunlight hitting him, it wasn’t bad as it could have been if the sun was shining directly on him. Colin and I went with him as he smiled at what he saw.

“The tingling will stop soon,” Colin said to Willie’s unasked question.

Willie nodded and shrugged. “It’s not bad.” He smiled as he looked over the city. Central Park was in view surrounded by more city. “This is a big world. A big city.” He looked at Colin. “I’d forgotten so much. I like looking at it.” He looked at Colin. “You were so determined to get Wentworth Plantation back. I assume you did.”

Colin nodded. “Oh, yes, I did.”

“When you’re ready, we’d love for you to see it,” I said. “You’ll have a room there, too.”

Willie nodded and looked back at the apartment. “You must be rich. I’m no judge about today’s world, but even I can see this isn’t cheap.”

“He is.” I grinned at Colin. “I married him for the money.”

Willie chuckled. “Right.” He said not convinced at all. “Devon, you are so devoted to Colin and he to you…I know it’s not about the money.”

“Now, that you can move around more…” Colin began. “Maybe you can find something like we have.”

Willie gave a grudging nod. “Maybe…one day.”

I smiled. “I’d like you to meet my mother.”

“Your mother?” Willie repeated. “Is she one of us, too?”

I shook my head. “Nope, still one hundred percent human.” I pulled my phone out to text her. “But she’s been in Charleston alone for a while now. I’ll invite her up. If I can get her away from David, that is.”

Willie smiled. “I’d like to see Wentworth and meet your mother.” Then he suddenly yawned. “Sorry.”

Colin nodded. “Our schedules are a little different, so we’ll be going to bed soon ourselves.”

Willie nodded. “Well, I’m turning in now.” He said and was starting to walk away but stopped. He grabbed Colin in a hug, and then me. “Thanks for making me feel welcome…and a part of this family. I love you both.” He said and went inside.

Colin sighed. “I hope he will make this home. He seems fine, but if he has another episode…”

I nodded. “Well, I think he had that last one because of what he was watching. It was about war and probably brought the memories back.” I suggested. “I’d still like George to look at him. The PTSD is a part of it, but I think there’s something else.”

Colin nodded and turned me to face him. “We’ll have to watch him a while longer.” Then he smiled. “Now, I think this is the longest we’ve ever spent together and not made love.” He said kissing me.

I chuckled. “We haven’t been alone,” I said as my arms came around him.

Colin nodded and looked to where Willie had gone. “If he’s asleep…we will be in a few minutes, we will be alone.” He began kissing me deeper. “Shall we get ready for bed?”

I grinned pulling him by the hand back inside. “Let’s go, husband.”

We did have our time alone and we did make love, a few times. The first time was a little urgent as we hadn’t had any time in a while and were feeling a little desperate. The next time was slow and more loving, but it was all very good.

Mom texted back that she was coming up that weekend and might stay a week.

George had given Willie the serum to the point that Willie only had the pain like Colin had experienced when I met him. Five minutes and it was over. George took a blood sample and made a disc for Willie. George then did a more thorough exam of Willie. Willie was still amazed at the devices and machinery used for the exam and what he could see himself, of himself.

We sat with Willie as George looked at his findings from the exams and scans where he showed the inside of Willie’s skull.

“Willie.” George began. “You were turned here, in the United States, right?”

Willie nodded. “I was traveling the rails after I returned from Europe after the war ended. I was having trouble then, losing time and other things. I couldn’t make a living because I couldn’t hold a job…so I became a hobo.”

George nodded. “And no one examined you when you got back?”

Willie shrugged. “A short one, but they didn’t have what you have here.” Willie pointed at the machines.

George nodded again. “You said there was an explosion you were in.”

Willie nodded. “There sure was. I nearly died!”

George smiled. “I think I have the reason you have trouble with memory and other things like time.” He nodded at me. “Devon is right. Even we are governed by the sun. You’re being underground like you were that regulation was stopped. What I found were little fragments.” He pointed to the image of Willie’s skull and the little black dots to which George pointed out.

“Fragments?” Willie asked.

“Shrapnel. When the explosion happened, it sent these little pieces of shrapnel into your head like tiny bullets. What I found was some larger pieces of shrapnel in your frontal lobe…your prefrontal cortex to be exact. That controls your memory, both short term memories, and long-term memories. Now when I say large, they are still really small…” he pointed to a black dot on the scan, “but larger than the others. They were so small they penetrated your skull and lodged and have remained there.” George said. “I can treat you with medication, but…I’d feel better getting them out.”

“Getting them out?” Willie repeated. “You mean you’ll go inside my head?”

George nodded. “It will relieve some of the pressure. Surgery on someone like us…on the serum…theoretically would be the same for a human.”

“But you’ve never done surgery like this on a vampire before,” Willie said.

“On a vampire? No.” George admitted. “I’ve done surgery and I’ve even worked on the brain later when I studied more in neurosurgery. You’ll be awake the whole time and I will be able to see if something goes wrong.”

“Wrong?” Willie’s eyes widened. “I’ll be awake!? Won’t it hurt?”

George laughed and shook his head. “Not in your head. There aren’t any nerves inside your brain.” He looked at Willie. “It’s up to you. I’ll walk you through all I would do and explain it all. If you have questions, I answer them.”

“Will that help with the episodes?” Willie asked.

“Your episodes are more related to PTSD,” George said. “Removing those pieces of shrapnel might help with retaining memory. You’ll still need therapy. There is some danger, but it won’t hurt to remove them, but like I said…it’s up to you.”

Willie nodded. “Let me think about it?”

George nodded. “Take your time.” He shrugged. “You’ve lived with it all this time. A few more days won’t kill you.”

I smiled at Willie. “I thought there was more. Now, you have options.”

Willie nodded. “Yes, I do.”

Colin put a hand on Willie’s knee. “Whatever you decide. We’ll both be with you, right by your side.”

George nodded. “And me, too. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Willie nodded. “I know.”

We did spend time with Willie even after he had the disc inserted. He looked surprised when it was finally in.

“That’s it?” Willie asked from the exam table.

Colin frowned. “What do you mean, that’s it?”

I laughed. “What did you expect?”

Willie sat up, leaning on his elbows. “I don’t know…pain?” He held a hand up. “Not that I’m complaining, but that didn’t hurt at all.”

George laughed as he put the instruments he used away. “That’s the whole point of medicine. To stop the pain. Occasionally there is some pain I have to inflict, but I try to avoid it.”

Willie’s eyes grew. “Yeah? Well, that serum sure as hell hurt.” He rubbed his chest at the memory. “That hurt a lot!”

George smiled nodding. “I said I try to avoid it. I also said there is occasional pain that I have to do. You’ve gotten off easy.” George teased. “Colin and I put up with pain daily for nearly twenty years!”

Willie nodded. “I suppose…vampirism is worse.” He said scratching where the disc was inserted. “It is itching a little.”

“There’s a cream you can use, it will go away.” Colin crossed his arms across his chest. “I’m glad you understand being a vampire is worse.” He shrugged. “But, if it’s pain you want, I can help you out with that.” He held his balled fist up.

“No.” Willie chuckled. “Thank you, I’m good.” He looked at George. “I’m still a vampire though.”

George nodded. “You are. So are we.” George shrugged. “I’m still working on a cure.”

Willie sat up from the bed used. “What would you do for the removal of the shrapnel? Crack my skull open?”

George’s eyebrows rose. “Not anymore.” He opened a cabinet and removed a device…with a long almost wire looking thing, but white plastic and easily bending at the end at the barrel end of a gun. There was a double trigger he pulled a finger pulling them both independently. “This is a device of my own making. You really can’t see it, but there’s a claw at the end.” He pointed to the tip of the little plastic tube. He turned on a monitor and the screen went from black to a lighted image out of focus. The tip of the plastic tube was now glowing with a tiny light. He waved his hand in front of the wire end and you saw something move over the screen. “There’s a tiny camera at the end here that will let me see where I’m going, the light is like a headlight letting me see where I am and I can see the shrapnel and I’ll just grab it and pull it out,” George said as if would be the simplest thing. “I’ll also have a three-dimensional scanner, so I’ll be looking at two screens. One will show where I’m going and the other will be the scanner that lets me know I’m heading in the right direction.”

Willie smiled. “A camera? That tiny?”

George nodded. “Practically microscopic.” He touched Willie’s head at a point he thought of going in. “I’ll make a small hole and I’ll snake the probe in.”

“You said there was shrapnel…more than one?”

George nodded. “There are about five pieces that are a good size. All in the same area. I’ll get them out as well.” George sighed sitting on the rolling stool next to Willie. “It will take some time, but I think it’s for the best.”

Willie nodded slowly. “But you can do it.”

George smiled. “Since I started taking the serum, I’ve had time. I went to several schools and got certified in several types of surgery. Including neurosurgery. That AMA card I showed to the police was real.” He went and got what looked like a human brain. I knew it couldn’t be real, but it looked like a real brain. “I’ll do some scans and we can determine the best approach.”

I was looking at Willie. His eyes saw the brain and I saw him immediately jerk back a little and then I watched his pupils get smaller. “Willie,” I said touching Willie’s shoulder. He jerked away from me and looked at the brain. “Willie!” I repeated more urgently.

He was now trying to get away. “No, no…” he said holding his hands up to shield him from seeing the brain.

George put the brain down. “It’s not a real brain, Willie.”

Like before, he rushed to the side of the room and looked for the exit. It was clear he wasn’t thinking, but just trying to flee.

“What are you remembering, Willie?” I asked calmly as I walked toward Willie. “What did you see?”

Willie shook his head and pressed his fists to his temples. “I don’t want to remember!”

I nodded. “But you are remembering,” I said. “Whether you want to or not, you are remembering. The best way to make it stop is to talk about it.”

Willie was crying. “I don’t want to.” He said pitifully.

I got closer. “If you want it to stop, you have to talk. I’m not an authority, but with the other veterans I have, talking helped it stop.”

Willie shook his head. “I don’t want to remember!” He closed his eyes as if doing that would keep him from seeing…whatever he was seeing.

“It’s too late,” I said. “You are remembering.” Slowly I got even closer. I suddenly understood more. “These episodes…you want them to happen.”

Willie looked at me. “What!?”

“After an episode, you don’t remember, do you?” I asked.

Colin came up behind me. “Devon, what are you doing?”

I didn’t look back at Colin but said. “Getting him to face the truth.” I got even closer. “That’s why you went underground, isn’t it? You cut yourself off from everyone. No reminders to make you remember. Having these episodes, you want the episodes to take them away even more. It was more than just because you are a vampire, you stayed there to forget.” I reached out to touch his arm. “This happened when…1916, 17? That was a century ago. You never faced it. It will never stop until you deal with it. Now, what did you see? It was the brain, wasn’t it?”

“Yes!” Willie moaned.

I nodded. “Tell me about it,” I said quietly.

Willie’s hands came to cover his face as his breathing hitched. “It was horrible. We were moving through this village I don’t even remember what town. It had been heavily hit by bombs. Our bombs. I went to where…” he cried a little more. “…it was a school. They were children!” He said in this moan. “Children! I did it!!”

“You did?” I said carefully. “You targeted a school?”

“I sent the bombs! I fired them off. I killed them!” Willie said.

“You knew it was a school?” I asked.

“I did it! I set the bomb off! It killed them.” Willie pressed the heel of his hand into his eye. “I went in and saw…” he had agony on his face. “…a little girl. Her head was open, I saw her brain spilled out.” He now cried, but it wasn’t as tortured. “She was maybe six or seven. First or second grade. She should have been playing with dolls or hopscotch.” He said sadly. “I took that away.”

Did he do that? I wondered. Coming even closer, I pulled him into a hug and just held him as he cried.

George ended up giving him something to calm down. Putting him back on the exam table, he drifted off to sleep.

Colin found his voice after witnessing the whole event and hearing what Willie said. “I can’t believe Willie would do something like that.” He said softly.

I shook my head. “I don’t think he did, but he feels responsible.”

George shook his head. “The only danger Willie ever was, was to rats. He didn’t do that.”

I smiled. “I’m almost certain he didn’t, but at least he talked a little. He’s dealing with it some. This will take some time.”

George smiled hugging me one armed. “I think we found our needed counselor.”

I was surprised at what he said. “What? No! I’m not a counselor. I was never trained…”

“Devon…” George smiled. “I’m medicine. Colin knows people and can read them and just knows when to trust and when not to. You have…” he thought. “…the ability to speak to someone and get them to listen. I’ve known Willie fifty or sixty years. He’s never said a thing like this to me.”

Colin nodded. “I’ve known him even longer. He’s never said a thing to me either, but he did to you.” He smiled. “You just instinctively know when to push and back off. Almost every time we’ve had an issue with anyone, you are the one that gets through. Be it Willie, Amanda…even Stan and Mark. That’s your gift to our new society.”

George nodded. “As far as Willie is concerned, you have the military background and have dealt with veterans before. If its education you think you need, you have time to get it. Right now, you’ve done in a few weeks, what hasn’t been done in over a century with Willie.” He patted me on the back. “You might think about it. Personally, I know you’re the man for the job.”

I just wasn’t prepared. There wasn’t anything to say. I looked back at Willie as he was sleeping. Me? A vampire psychologist? George was right about there would be a lot of time to get the education. George was a walking hospital and could do almost anything needed scientifically and medically. Colin knew who to trust, but he was also spectacular with business…that was the ability to know what and who to trust.

A few hours later, Willie was awake and we took him back to the apartment. Colin stayed, but I was wondering how things were with the task force. That job was ongoing, and Colin and I hadn’t contributed much in the past week or so.

Entering the Control Room, as it was now called, I saw the team gathered for another evening of searching for vampires.

Mark looked up from looking over Stan’s shoulder at the computer monitor as I came in. His face lit up. “Devon! Good to see you.”

I grinned. “Colin and I have been busy.”

Chuck came over. “We heard. Is everything alright?”

I shrugged. “It’s getting better. Our newest family member is in a…touchy place right now. We can’t really leave him.”

Gabriella walked up with Alex. “Is Willie going to be alright?”

I nodded. “He will if he cooperates.” I smiled. “I think he will, so yes, he’ll be alright.” Shelly was there, Gabriella and she had formed a team in itself. Gabriella loved this new world she lived in. Nothing about her said she was from the 19th Century anymore. She still favored blue in her navy-blue pants and shirt. Even Shelly had adopted the look. Chuck was with them on the team. Mark, Alex, and Burke was another team. “Any other new finds?”

Shelly smiled shaking her head. “We may be making a difference. There have been a lot fewer deaths since we began.”

“That’s not saying we’re done.” Chuck cautioned. “But we’ve taken a few off the street. It seems to be paying off.”

I nodded. “Good.”

My mother arrived on that Friday afternoon. I greeted her on the roof as she was flown from the airport to the VUN. I wasn’t sure what I expected but seeing her…she didn’t look that happy. I would let her tell me if there was anything wrong, but my gut told me things were…difficult?

I hugged her and we took the elevator down to Colin’s and my apartment floor.

“Before you enter…” I said at the door. “We have a new family member staying with us.”

Mom’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?”

“His name’s Willie. He meant a lot to Colin since the 1920s and now me.”

“I see.” Mom said. “He’s on the serum?”

I nodded. “He had the disc inserted, but…he’s going through some rough spots now. He’s dealing with it, but he may act a little…strangely. He’s a very nice man, but sometimes he loses memories, and he can phase out sometimes.”

“Phase out?”

“He’s going through Post Traumatic Stress.”

Mom nodded. “Oh, I see.” She shrugged. “If Colin trusts him, who am I to judge?”

I smiled and opened the door. Inside, Colin rose from sitting on the sofa smiling as he greeted her, asking the usual questions like how her flight was. I heard the door open down the hall and Willie walked in the great room. He was a little subdued since I got him to talk about what he’d seen, but he was dealing with it.

“Hi, Willie.” I greeted but noticed he had on new clothes and had another haircut. Gabriella was good, but he’d had it done professionally this time. “You look like a new man!” He was a very nice-looking man.

Willie looked down at what he was wearing and smiled with a nod. “Colin thought I needed to.”

I waved to my mother. “Willie, this is my mother, Betty McGee. Mom, this is Willie.” I said. “I don’t know your last name.”

Willie chuckled. “I don’t remember what it was. I’ve been just Willie for so long.” He came forward extending his hand to my mother. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. McGee. You raised a good man.” Willie said looking at me with a smile.

My mother smiled, shaking his hand. “I think he is.”

I was hoping…well…Willie was shy, I hoped introducing someone that was fully human…I don’t know. Physically, they looked about the same age and I hoped Willie’s meeting her would bring him out more. Mom was attractive and had her figure and long dark auburn hair. She was seeing David Braun, but I just hoped that Willie would respond to her more and make him more at ease. She was my family, and he was Colin’s family, it made sense to introduce them so we would become one family. We visited a while before Colin ordered dinner again from Vamps. Gabriella and Alex came for dinner as well. Our family was getting bigger.

The next morning, I got up to the smell of cooking. I smiled as I got up, finding Mom in the kitchen making breakfast.

“I know.” Mom smiled knowing what I’d say. “I’m making Colin plenty. Does Willie have the same love of food?”

I chuckled. “He likes it, but Colin loves it, a little more than most men or vampire, but not as much as Colin. Gabriella told me he was always that way even before he was turned.” I hugged her quickly. “It’s nice to have you here. I felt guilty leaving you alone in Charleston.”

Mom smiled. “You have a new role in the world, but a very important one. I understand why you’re doing what you are.”

I dared to ask. “Is everything okay with you?”

Mom gave a sad smile. “I keep busy. I’m still showing property and real estate. I do volunteer work…”

“And David?”

That she gave a sad smile. “I don’t know.” She admitted as she prepared eggs to serve with her pancakes.

“What don’t you know?” I asked.

She sighed. “He’s very attentive when he’s with me, but…there are times I think he should be dating you and Colin.”

That was surprising. “What? Why do you say that?”

“Well, more often than not, he’s asking me about the two of you.” Mom explained. “How you met and what is it you do. He knows Colin’s wealthy, but doesn’t seem interesting in his money, more about the two of you personally.”

“Really?” My caution was now coming up in my head more. “What did you tell him we did?”

She shrugged. “What can I say? That you’re both vampires and looking for other vampires?” She shook her head. “I merely told him that Colin was working with a friend and had a good business up here.”

“What was his store in Atlanta?”

She shook her head again. “That’s just it. I don’t know. He mentioned that it was named after him and that he had five stores in the Atlanta area.” She looked at me frustrated. “He comes and goes. He’s in Charleston, but I never know the hotel. He calls and we meet somewhere…”

I nodded. “Can I do a check on him?”

Mom looked at me. “I always taught you. When a person is being evasive, he has something to hide.” She grimaced. “He’s hiding something.” She seemed to decide. “I like him, but I’m not trusting yet. If you can check on him.”

“His name is David Braun,” I said to be sure.

She nodded. “David C. Braun. He often uses a credit card and I saw that. I saw the credit card was for a bank in Atlanta, Fidelity Bank, Peachtree Center.”

I nodded. “I’ll get my FBI contacts to check him out.”

Mom nodded. “I hate doing this, but I think he should be.”

I smiled. “Well, if the FBI can’t tell us, who can?”

Mom nodded. “I hope he is what he says…” she looked at me sadly. “…but being uncertain?”

“We’ll find out.”

Later I asked Colin about David. “What did you feel about David Braun?” I asked as we sat on the couch.

Colin’s eyebrows rose. “Not much. The one time we met him, he wasn’t that forthcoming. I neither trust him nor distrust him. Why?” I told him what my mother had said making his eyebrows come together puzzled. He turned more looking at me. “This is what your mother said? She’s not trusting him?”

“She’s suspicious,” I admitted. “I was going to ask Stan or someone to do a search about David.”

Colin nodded. “I think we need to.”

Coming to the Control Room, it was in the middle of the afternoon I hoped there would be someone. I grinned as Mark bent over and was again kissing Stan who was sitting at the computer. Only this time, Stan didn’t try to break away from Mark when he saw me.

I came in and sat near them. “I take it things are good with you two.”

Stan was turning a little pink again. “Yes, it’s going very well.”

“We moved on your floor!” Mark said happily.

I nodded. “I wondered if that was you. I saw the boxes in the hall.”

“That will be taken care of.” Stan assured quickly. “I swear.”      

“I don’t care about that.” I laughed. “Moving is moving. I’m just glad you’re happy.”

Mark nodded standing up straight but kept his hand on Stan. “Very.”

I sighed. “Now, I need a huge favor.”

Stan was puzzled but immediately nodded. “Anything we can do.”

I gave them what I knew. “If he’s not what he seems, we need to know that. I have a feeling he isn’t.”

Mark frowned. “But he’s not a vampire.”

I shook my head. “Colin and I would have known that. We would have sensed he was. He’s human. He could be like that rogue agent found with Burke, but I don’t think so.”

Stan nodded and immediately typed on the recessed keyboard quickly. His eyes widened. “I see an account with Fidelity Bank…Peachtree Center, but he’s not from Atlanta.”

“He’s not?” I was now very suspicious.

“No, the address at the bank says he’s from Charleston,” Stan said simply.

Now, nothing made sense. “Charleston? It’s a big city, or at least Charleston thinks it is. Why would he say he’s from Atlanta? Why the stores? Is there a business for him?”

Stan gave a shrug and began typing again. “Tying in with the computer at the FBI, there’s nothing that Buddy and I can’t find out.” He chuckled patting Buddy like it was a good dog but then frowned. “No. There are no businesses by that name.” He hit another couple of keys again. “That name isn’t coming up on any data files.”

“Meaning?” I asked.

“Meaning David C. Braun may not exist,” Mark said.

“Okay, he may not exist?” I asked.

“Aliases are common,” Mark said folding his arms over his chest. “All he needs is an ID, which he can get with an address where’s he receiving mail.” He said as Stan was again typing. Mark looked over at the screen. “Do you know this area of…” he looked closer. “…John’s Island?”

I gave a shrug. “I know the island, but I’ve not been there in a while. It’s developing very quickly.” I thought about it for a minute. “When Mom was growing up on the neighboring island, she and most others thought John’s Island was a little remote. A lot of farms and kind of…where the hicks lived. Now it’s become chic. Everyone’s moving there. Maybe he moved there?”

Stan gave a doubtful look. “Maybe, is this him?” The image of a man I had never seen was on the big screen. This man was heavier and not the man we met.

I shook my head. “Absolutely not! Is he the one that lives…where you say?” I shook my head again. “I mean…is that the man that lives there?”

Stan nodded. “According to the records.”

“I need to find out who this man is. I mean, the one who was dating my mother.” I said out loud in thought. Then I thought about Mom. “This is going to be upsetting for Mom,” I said a little mournfully.

Mark nodded. “But she needs to know before it gets too serious.”

I nodded getting up. “She was the one that told me about her suspicions. Still…” I looked at Stan and Mark. “I’ll tell Colin, but I won’t say anything to her yet.” I shrugged but grinned at them. “Carry on.” I waved at them. “Feel free expressing affection, but like I said the last time I walked in and you were…doing something like you were…PG, guys.”

Mark grinned a little evil. “With you…maybe we’d dare an R?”

Stan reached back swatting Mark lightly, not enough to hurt, but Mark jumped back with a grin.

“Very mature, Mark,” Stan growled. He looked at me. “I’ll do another search with the name. Does your mother have a picture? We can do the facial recognition if she does.” Then patted the computer again. “With Buddy here, it will take half the time. He’ll breeze through the Facial Recognition Program.” He smiled and now rubbed the surface.

Mark’s eyes rolled. “Do you want to be alone with Buddy? Just remember, no body fluids on the computer.”

Stan ignored him as he nodded to me. “If she has even one on her phone, I can do the search. I’ll do all I can.”

I smiled walking over to them and hugged them both. “Thanks, guys.”

I went back to our apartment. Entering, I saw Colin watching TV. He watched occasionally and since we were watching Willie now, he had started doing it a lot more. He smiled as I came over.

“What did you find out?” He asked turning the TV’s volume down.

I sighed. “There is a David Braun, but the man we met wasn’t him.”

Colin nodded. “Your mother suspected this…or at least suspected he was hiding something.”

I nodded. “Stan’s doing a more thorough search.” I looked around the room. “Is Willie asleep?” I asked not seeing anyone else.

Colin shook his head with a grin and waved back to the balcony. “It seems the McGees are a very charming people.”

I looked to see Willie with my mother sitting on the couch we had out there. They weren’t physically close, but Mom was giving Willie her undivided attention as she listened carefully. Her arm was over the back as she was turned to face Willie a little. Willie was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he was saying something quietly. I couldn’t help myself as I grinned. “You know that’s the other reason I invited her up here?” I said to Colin.

Colin’s eyes grew a little. “Hoping to get them together?”

I gave a shrugging nod. “Not together, but…” I waved at them. “…together. Mom’s a great lady. I knew if anyone could bring Willie out, she could.”

“As in therapy?” Colin asked.

“Being a friend is therapy.” I nodded. “He’s family, so is she.” I sat by Colin. “I would trust Willie with my mother, and I haven’t known him that long. There would be problems if Willie got involved with Mom.”

Colin nodded. “Same as it was for us. She’ll age, he won’t.” He looked back at Willie. “I don’t know if he remembers how to…” Colin grinned bring two hands together and the fingers touched and did something with his hands that told me exactly what he was saying. “…you know.”

I raise a finger to Colin. “One more time, this is my mother. She doesn’t just…” I did the same with my hands as Colin did. “…you know,” I said pointedly. “I’m thirty and you’re…older.” I grinned. “Can’t you say what it is?”

Colin chuckled as he leaned closer kissing me. “Because it is your mother, I didn’t just say sex.” He looked at Willie. “I wonder, if it’s like riding a bike, you never forget.” Then he looked at me. “You haven’t forgotten how to do…you know, have you?”

I grinned. “Want to find out?” I looked back at Mom and Willie. “I think they’re okay out there.”

Colin smiled rising, taking my hand. “Let’s see if you remember.”

There’s only one thing as good as love after dark. Spontaneous love in the afternoon! Neither of us had forgotten how to…you know.

I’m happy to say it was a few hours before we cleaned up and went back out to the great room.

Mom and Willie had left the balcony and were watching TV. Mom smiled at us as we came back in. “William has something to say.”

My eyebrows rose. “William?” I grinned.

Mom chuckled. “Willie just is so…juvenile sounding.”

Willie smiled and nodded. “I decided to have George do that…” he did a circle toward his own head with a finger. “…thing to get the shrapnel out.”

Colin and I sat near him. “Okay,” I said.

Colin nodded. “You know George is good at…pretty much everything medical.”

I smiled at Willie. “We’ll be right there. You won’t be alone.”

Willie chuckled. “And I’ll be awake!”

I grinned. “Yes, you will be.”

Colin smiled also. “We’ll set a time with George.”

I nodded at my mother and mouthed a thank you. She just smiled and shrugged.

                        

“You are right, Devon,” Willie said. “I was running away from it all. It was easier than facing what happened. Maybe if I have this procedure, I can handle it better.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I smiled. “It might help, yes, but in order for this to work, you will have to be able to talk to…whoever you trust.”

Willie grinned at me sheepishly. “That would be you, Devon. I feel I can tell you anything.”

I wanted to make sure he knew. “I’m not a therapist. I’ve not had the training.”

Willie chuckled and shrugged. “You got me to see what I was doing. Clearly, that was what I was doing for a century. You were right about my going underground. The lapses I had there were lighter but managed to confuse my memory.”

I smiled bigger. “That’s great, Willie! How’d you come to realize that?”

Willie looked at my mother and smiled at her. “She helped me see that.”

Mom smiled. “I just told him what you may have done. He came to the decision himself. About what you were trying to do and having the shrapnel removed.”

“I trust you, Devon,” Willie said.

“This will still take time. Those memories are buried so deep, they will be hard to get out.”

Willie nodded. “I know.”

Colin smiled slapping his knees. “This is great!” He stood up and rubbed his hands together. “I say…let’s eat!”

I rolled my eyes. “We were going to eat anyway.”

Colin nodded. “Now we can enjoy it more! More reason!” He waggled his eyebrows. “What about trying something, Willie?”

Willie looked curious. “Like what?”

“Maybe go to Vamps?” He said hopefully. “Maybe try to be with other people?”

Willie looked uncertain. “What if it triggers another episode?”

“If it does, Willie. We’ll deal with it.” I said quietly. “It’s a member’s only restaurant. There won’t be many there. If you feel like something is happening…”

Willie frowned. “I don’t know until I’m in an episode.”

“We’ll deal with it,” I said. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

Willie looked at Mom. “Let’s do this!” He chuckled. “I hope I remember my table manners.”

I chuckled. “You’ll do fine.”

Willie was a little self-conscious, but he did well. He did look often at the few other customers. The other customers didn’t notice or care that Willie was there. Most I’d seen before and worked either at the VUN or somewhere else in the building. These customers may not have been aware of what Vamps really was, but it was very good and to be allowed in was sought by many. It was a pleasant meal, but I sensed Willie was getting more upset as the meal progressed. Finally, I suggested we go back to the apartment. Willie had to excuse himself to relax, but Colin went with him to be sure he was okay.

“What did you find out about David?” Mom asked out of the blue.

I nodded and thought how the best way I should say it. “It’s questionable.”

Mom turned me around to face her. “What does that mean?”

“Stan is this great guy on a computer. Our computer here is linked with the computer at the FBI.” I began. “I saw where David Braun lived.”

Mom nodded. “So, he is who he says he is?”

I frowned and shook my head. “No. The man I saw on the computer, who has the account at the bank in Atlanta, isn’t the man you introduced.”

I was not surprised that she wasn’t too upset. She nodded. “And we have no idea who he is?”

I smiled. “Do you have a photo of him?”

At first, Mom shook her head, then brightened. “Wait, I do!” She smiled getting her phone out. “Janice…you remember her? A friend I knew was at this party with us…she took a picture of us and then sent it to me. David…or whoever he is…doesn’t know about it.” She pulled up the pictures on her phone and handed me the phone and showed one of her and that man together. It was a good picture of his face.

I smiled. “This should do the trick. Can I send it to my email?”

Mom nodded. “Sure.”

“I’ll send it to Stan. He will use the computer we have and do a face recognition.” I said smiling. “He claims it should be faster.” I shrugged. “We’ll see.” I did what I said and handed the phone back. Looking at her, I felt sorry this had happened. So, I said. “I’m sorry.”

Mom gave a small smile back. “I’m a big girl. It will be fine.” Then she added putting her hand on my arm. “I’ll be fine.” She assured.

I sent the image to Stan with a note this was the man we had met as David Braun. “And thank you for talking to Willie.” I chuckled. “Or, should I say, William.”

Mom laughed. “I just felt…calling him that was more respectful. The name William gives that sense of pride.”

I nodded. “We all love Willie.”

“I know.” Mom smiled. “I just wanted Willie to understand, I see him as a man. I just asked if he liked what his life was before? Was it better now and would it be better if he got the shrapnel removed.” She smiled. “He decided it could get better.”

I hugged her. “Thank you.”

Before we got more involved with who the man was, we scheduled Willie with George. George prepped Willie and had gotten two others that worked with him to assist. This time George looked very much like the doctor he was with the mask and scrubs. And it began. He made a small incision and talked with Willie the whole time. He had Willie’s head in a contraption that kept Willie’s head completely still. Colin, Mother, and I waited. It was the worst six and a half hours before George came out of his lab with a tired sigh but smiled. “I got them out.” He said wiping his face with a cloth. “He’s still awake if you want to see him. He’ll need time to recover, but I think we’ll see some improvement soon.”

We visited with Willie a few minutes and then left him to sleep a while. After we’d done that, Colin and I went down to the Control Room. Stan was still at the computer when we arrived.

“You have an apartment here,” I said smiling. “Don’t you ever go home?”

“I am!” Stan said and gave a thin smile. “I found out who he is.” He handed us a tablet. He ran a finger over the screen’s surface. “His name is Stephen Benedict. He is from Charleston.”

I looked at the man’s image and it was the man we thought was David Braun. I read the information on the screen. “Do we know who he works for?”

Stan frowned. “His employment was the problem. The company he’s employed by is a dummy corporation. What’s also interesting is that a dummy corporation’s owner is also unknown.”

Colin looked at me. “You’re thinking what I am, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “We’ll be finding out who this other vampire is in Charleston.”

Colin grinned and nodded, but worried more. “You know, whoever it is like you said, has been around a long time and knows how to cover tracks.” He looked at me seriously. “I can’t help but feels like we’re being guided.”

“You think David…or rather Stephen did it on purpose?”

Colin suddenly looked up as he realized more. “My god, if he’s working for this vampire, there could be others.” His eyes grew as he realized even more. “The reason we can’t find out where this vampire hunts…is because it doesn’t.”

“You think people are giving their blood willingly?” I asked.

Colin nodded and began to pace in that circle again. “The reason we’re not finding victims is that there aren’t any.” He turned to me. “Just like Burke has those sheep which gives that blood to be consumed…this vampire may have people who give their blood. They aren’t bitten so no venom given or needed, and no other vampires are created. There are those that willingly give their blood to this vampire. No hunting needed.”

 I nodded. “I see that. You think we’re being led?”

 Colin gave a shrug. “I don’t know if it was on purpose, but this guy, David or Stephen, could be a link.” He looked at me suddenly. “It could also be a test.”

 “A test? To see if we get it?” I asked.

 Colin nodded. “We need to get back to Charleston.”

Mark came closer. “You’ll need back up.” He said firmly. “Stan and I will go as well.”

Colin smiled but shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

Mark pulled up his shirt to show the cut across his abdomen. “I know that all too well. It is dangerous and not just for me, but you two as well.”

Stan nodded coming up behind Mark. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” He agreed standing just behind Mark. “I know Shelly and Chuck will want to come as well. Perhaps even George and Burke. We all should go.” He put his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “We should all do this.”

Colin smiled at me. “I’ll make the arrangements.”