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Good Boy

There was a small crowd in the barn this evening. The wrangler was busy. There was a line of slaves waiting before his workbench. Everybody needed something, an adjustment, a replacement, a fix. 1094 needed his torture cage taken off. He’d endured this for weeks on end, and today he was done with this course of training, and his master had allowed his cock free — well, his master’s cock. Master had let the boy play with his master’s property for a whole day. For the next 24 hours, this slave had no appointments except meals.

94 was nearly dancing with anticipation as he waited for the wrangler. Once it was finally his turn, the wrangler reached over to turn his collar so he could see the number on it. He got down from his stool and went into an interior office and then emerged with a key. 94’s eyes tracked the key’s progress from the office all the way into the lock on his cock. Once the cage came off, the sigh from 94 was audible to all.

The wrangler looked at his watch and scribbled something with his pen, then looked directly at the slave’s eyes and said, “You will be here tomorrow at 19:30 hours.” The boy made a formal acknowledgement and quickly left the barn. Its dick was already getting hard, and the slave made no effort at all to keep it down in a seemly manner. The slave tried to remember the last time he had been allowed to cum and right away he recalled. That was when Master Takashi beat on his balls until he couldn’t control himself anymore. That time, there was blood when his dick slammed into the spikes in his cage.

1094 didn’t need to remember the last time. Much better to think about how he would bring the cum out of his balls tonight, all night long, time after time, until his balls hurt being drained, and thinking on the boy who’d surprised him, magically took his fancy, and warmed his heart. The mere thought of 34 made the experienced slave all flighty inside, it made his head light.

Once up the sweeping granite staircase to the mezzanine, across the open floor and through the entrance to the serai, 94 sailed right past Mother’s den, declined to have his harness off, strode past the washrooms and the toilets, past every other watching and sleeping slave with his dick straight out leading the way to the far end of the great hall and right to an empty cushion. He wanted nothing to interfere with his grant of joy this night, nor did he want to miss one minute of reveling in that feeling all night long and into the morning. And as he worked away, he lost count of how many times he’d cum, and despite his resolve, he nevertheless dozed from time to time.

As the first light peeked in at the highest windows, by ones and twos, slaves circled past his cushion to pay mock honor to the slave uncaged; from each one, palms together, fingers to the lips, a nod of the head. One slave sank to its knees and sought to help 94 with one last cum before the day started. 94 held the side of the slave’s face with his hand as it gobbled his knob, making its head rise. “Just lie with me,” he asked. And the two lay in embrace and soft breathing until they were both nearly late for first meal.

The serai at Fletcher House is a serene and peaceful place of rest and restoration for slaves. Here, they may sleep or lounge about when not in use. The light is soft and filtered even on the brightest days, airy, warm and dim from small lanterns at night. Cushions are scattered about on the stone floor for sleeping, pillows along one wall for sitting. The hall is bare of decoration, there are no chairs or cupboards, no drawers or shelves — anything a slave might need will come from the wrangler’s shop or Mother’s drawers and cupboards.

The man who keeps order and runs the day-to-day business of the serai is affectionately called Mother by the slaves and his colleagues alike and has been so called for decades beyond the memory of any slave in Fletcher House. And like any old hand, he has his ways, and the denizens of the serai know them intimately and bend to his will like trees swept by the wind.

Whatever the stresses of the day, whatever unpleasantness a slave might have experienced in service, whatever induced exhaustion, even what misuse he’d endured, the serai was a place of refuge, without strife or contention. No slave, once within its walls, had a harsh look or a disrespectful word for any other slave.

Nor were all the slaves equal even among themselves, but they treated each other that way inside the serai. When they did not, when there was that rare, minor, social infraction one might expect to arise from time to time among hard working, high-strung slaves, even in the best-regulated house, a squabble between two slaves — there is a correction for that. The two slaves involved are made to stand with wrists behind, face-to-face, and kiss for one hour under the eyes of Mother, who judges their performance. Any repeat of questionable behavior would see a slave removed from the serai for an appropriate period, and depending on the infraction, it could mean days in various punishment cells. The peace of the serai is sacrosanct and closely guarded.

Every morning Mother gives the word, and the serai is cleaned out top to bottom. The command is given and every slave not otherwise in use is put to work carrying out pillows and cushions, on sunny days, out to the slave’s lawn above the golf course, in wet weather to one or another of the halls. The stone floor is swept and then sloshed and scrubbed with brushes, as it has been every day for 125 years. The windows and doors are thrown open and when the floor is dry, the pillows and cushions come back smelling of the sun and green grass, or cedarwood smoke and hot linen.

Mother sang in the choir as a boy. His parents regularly moved from one navy base to another, so he got to sing in a lot of choirs. He was an able singer and disciplined, but he was not inspired until his household moved to NCBC Gulfport, and he found gospel music in the choir loft. Mother still sang, pretty much whenever he liked, but he especially liked to sing during the scrubbing of the floor. And as he’d taught the slaves just a little bit of do-re-mi — the difference between a major third and a minor sixth — they could follow his lead sometimes and come in above and below him in harmony. No one was beaten for failure, but sometimes there were eruptions of laughter at Mother’s displeasure. “Oh my God,” he’d yell. “Your job is to please.” And he’d start them over, showing them how.

Today he’d got the slaves singing:

Moses stood on the Red Sea Shore
Smotin’ that water with a two-by-four
If I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood

1094 had the song in his throat and a spring in his step as he left the serai on a job for the gamekeeper that he’d anticipated all night long; he’d been cumming over and over, thinking impossible fantasies about the boy who’d lately been living in his head. He really couldn’t account for it. He wasn’t some dreamy romantic who fell head over heels for every Nordic god that smiled at him exactly once — gagged, chained, drooling.

But first to the stalls. It was late in the morning, so he didn’t have to wait long in line for a quick wash up, teeth, and shave. It’s not common to see an uncaged slave in the stalls, so the staff made much of him, teasing him about how big it was, and how would it ever fit back in a cage. 94 kept his mind on 34 and ignored the ribbing. He wanted to think about the boy.

Something deep inside him wanted to protect this clueless rookie, wanted to help him through the hard parts. But this got close to dangerous for him. His job was to love his master with all his heart. And he did love his master. But maybe he was a bad slave, an incomplete slave, because for all the love he bore his master, there was still room in his heart to love the boy who was his master’s private property. As confusing as this was to the slave, he put it out of mind with the thought that he was cock free until after second meal, and he’d much rather think about that in the meantime.

Mother had given 94 the day’s password, so he was able to get through the gate and down the path to the East Annex and then down four flights to D-Level where he found 34 in an unlocked waiting room. The boy was sitting on a bench against the wall, one ankle cuff chained to a ring in the floor. As 94 came into the room, the boy jumped up and stood smartly to attention with a firm, serious look that quickly changed to surprise and…, was that delight?

94 quickly put his finger to his lips and said, “Don’t talk.” He came right up to his face and returned a broad smile that showed all his gleaming teeth. He reached behind and drew his thumb and forefinger down the back of the boy’s head, as a kind of formal greeting, one slave to another, and then impulsively, without thought, leaned in smoothly and left a light kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s sit,” he invited. The two sat on the narrow wooden bench with their backs against the wall, and right away 94 said, “Here, turn this way and put your feet on the bench and your head in my lap. This way I can look at you while I bore you with my chatter.” 34 did just that, without hesitation and… without thought? Is this an easy and thoughtless thing to do for two male strangers who meet in captivity? 94 noted that he may be seeing the effects of House training in real time, small as this was. He felt the warmth and the pressure of the boy’s head on his cock as he sighed inside and smiled with concern. “I hear you’ve had some adventures since I last saw you.” The boy grimaced and rolled his eyes, as if to mean “You wouldn’t believe it.”

“I know Master Smith,” said 94, thoughtfully. “He’s a good master. You’re lucky to have him as your first. He’s long and thick, and they say he only fucked you for like two minutes. He’s got some big friends too. You’ll have to work up to Master Smith for the day when he wants a play date with you. Maybe in a year or so.” He was quiet for a while, and then took the boy’s left hand between his own and toyed with his fingers. “What a fine and beautiful hand you have.” He held the index finger to the light as he rubbed a calloused spot at the last joint. “You use that finger with pens and pencils?” he asked.

The boy nodded easily and looked at him curiously. “You can draw?” he asked. Again, the easy nod from the head in his lap. “You mean like you could draw shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings?” Yes, the boy nodded with a confident grin. 94 pushed on 34’s shoulder and said, “Here, sit up.” He got out from under him and walked over to a cupboard across the room and rummaged around. He found two pages of instructions for a hot water heating unit (blank on the back). He found a couple of Sharpies and a pencil in a drawer and a stack of paper plates for a surface to work on.

“Show me,” he said, sitting down snug against him on the bench. 34 smiled at him and quickly set about sketching out a scene of a playing-card king standing at a finish line — depicted by a row of cabbages — calling a race between a shoe and a ship floating down a river of melted sealing wax. Not much detail, but the simple lines expressed everything he meant, the excitement of the king showed in the face, the almost botanical precision of the cabbage leaves, even the pennant flapping in the wind atop the toy sailing ship.

94 was effusive in his praise, and it was not insincere. There was a rising anticipation in his voice as he asked the boy whether he could draw actual faces. Could he draw a face he’d seen in the last few weeks? The boy thought for a moment, pursed his lips and nodded. He reached for the other piece of paper and started to draw. 94 watched him in fascinated silence as head and shoulders quickly appeared, eyes and nose, ears and hair, the mouth and chin last with a clean, three-inch scar at the top of the cheek. 34 wrote at the bottom in neat block letters, “The Prison Boss.”

It was a striking portrait, the sort of thing art students churn out as exercises all the time. This sort of thing would put one in the top of the class. 94 looked into the boy’s eyes with surprise and excitement. This was just brilliant! 94 took his elbows off his knees, sat straight up and put his head against the wall as he tried to arrange his thoughts. He felt almost giddy thinking how happy this would make his master. But all that could wait.

Right now, just sitting beside 34 made his heart light and his mind calm. He thought seriously for a moment, made an effort to bring his attention to the fore and think: Was there anywhere else in the world he wanted to be but right here, right now with 34? And just while thinking such pleasant thoughts, 34 turned and stretched his neck over and put a light kiss on his cheek and then made the thank you sign with his hand.

This so surprised 94 that he reacted spontaneously with a spreading smile that lit up his face so brightly, the other boy blushed. And then seeing his confusion, 94 smiled even more broadly and gave the boy a kiss in the middle of his forehead. The two sat quietly for a while, lost in their own thoughts.

After a while, 94 turned to the boy and said, “You’ve been through the portal, you’ve got through a butt beating, through the introduction ceremony. That’s the worst of it for now. The idea is to make sure you know your place. Even so, it’s a hard place for a while. The loneliness is hard,” he said, remembering. “But you can think of me when you’re lonely, and I’ll think of you all the time. Maybe that’ll make it easier.

“You’ve got something like 13 more weeks of basic; it’s schooling and hard labor and a constant beat down and loneliness. I promise, you’ll survive it. Pay attention and do what you’re told.” 94 thought for a moment before getting a serious look. “I’ve watched it happen for years. It’s what happens. Master gets what he wants. You can give it to him, or he can take it from you. Master will have what he wants. You’ve already had a taste of what the taking looks like. Best you be the giving kind. Good boys do well here.”

94 was pretty sure Master would be happy with 34’s pictures, but it was not a slave’s job to speak for its master. He’d keep his thoughts to himself on Master’s opinion. 94 held up one of the boy’s wrist cuffs to look at it. He turned it halfway round on the wrist, looking for signs of chafing or abrasion, did the same with the neck collar. “Are they wearing you out with the workouts?” he asked with a sympathetic smile. The boy gave a weary smile in return and nodded yes.

94 reached out and ran his hand over his shoulder muscles, paying particular attention to the shape and feel of them. He wanted to do this again in three months when already hard and built muscle would be even more splendid and strong, and a feeling of pride rose up in him, that his master should have such a fine stable, that he and the boy were part of something so fine. The boy would bring honor to the House with his service, he was sure of that. And he wanted to do everything he could to help make that happen.

A handler appeared at the door with a key already in hand, ready to unlock the chain on 34’s ankle. On seeing 94 sitting beside 34, he came up short, giving the slave a look that clearly meant “What are you doing here?” Both slaves had quickly stood to attention as soon as the handler came in the door. 94 explained, “Mother said to give the password if challenged.” The handler looked at 94, then 34, pointedly, and said, “Well… it can’t talk. Go ahead.”

“Right, the password is: leopards eat peppers.”

“That’s right. You are a good boy 94. Now go about your business.” 94 turned to 34 with a wistful smile and rolled up the two drawings. “I’ll think of you,” he murmured as he went by the boy’s ear. “Be strong.”

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It was still hours before 1094 would be caged again. All the way up the stairwell from D-Level, at each landing, as 94 swung around to the next flight of stairs, his cock swung around as well and slapped his thigh, and at each flight, his cock became just a little bit thicker and heavier, so that, on reaching ground level, his thoughts in the sky, his dick was almost straight out when he nearly ran into a weanling on its way to the stairwell. Both stopped abruptly.

94 recognized the boy but didn’t know its number. He thought for a second and then remembered, this was one of the Harvested, one of the slaves purpose-caught according to the rules of the Game. The boy went to its knees right in front of 94, made signs of subservience and a formal request for the slave’s cock. Obviously, this one was still early in training, as shown by its awkwardness. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” he exclaimed. “Is this the decorum they teach new slaves?” He motioned to the slave to follow him.

94 led the slave out of the building’s foyer and into the garden, took two sidewise steps over a flowerbed and disappeared both of them into a secluded lawn, hedged about by great heaps of trumpet vine. 94 stood with feet apart; the boy, on his knees, touched his forehead to the ground twice and rose to sit on his heels, wrists behind, awaiting permission. “That was very prettily done boy.” 94 had no trouble remembering his own training, his own ordeals. Maybe this one’s ordeal today was to take five loads of cum before first meal. Well, whatever the reason, he’d happily help him. He signaled permission to the slave, and the slave showed him what he’d learned so far.

The slave’s collar number was 1125. He may have heard something about him, gossip in the serai. This might be the one he’d heard about. But now was not the time; he wanted to forget about the boy sucking his cock and think about 34 instead, pretend 34 had his lips around his cockhead and was just now sliding all the way up to the hilt. It made him groan unexpectedly. He looked down at the boy looking up at him and remembered what had been said of him. That he had been banging three different women on a regular basis. One of them had a husband who found out, and so goes the story, had a gun and was on his way to kill the kid. And the hunt team from Fletcher House captured the boy just before he would have been murdered.

It made 94 hot to think this natural cooz hound was on its knees working his cock just perfectly. And there is no perfection in cock sucking without a will. This boy wanted to impress, this could be his final exam and 94 gave him an A+ as he shot what he had left into the boy’s throat. Again, it made 94 glow with pride that he and this boy were part of something so grand and wonderful, something so beautiful and powerful it perfectly bends men to its will and purpose.

As the Harvest slave finished licking up the drool and snot that smeared onto 94’s balls, 94 again summoned the image of 34 in his mind, and the boyish sweetness of his smile. One last slurp of his cockhead and the weanling was done. He bowed from his knees, touching his head once to the ground. 94 smiled down on the slave and said, “You are a good boy. Well done. Thank you. Now, be about your business.” The boy scrambled to his feet, bowed once from the waist, and left 94 standing alone in the garden. Once again, the thought came to him unbidden: There is no place in the world I’d rather be.

He lay down on the grass where he was and thought of 34 and how beautiful and strong he was and how much he’d like his mouth on him right now, everywhere, his nips and lips and balls. He was fully into it after a few minutes of pumping with his hands and hips. Once again, he’d brought the boy to the front of his imagination, licking his throat, smelling his sweat and urgency. His eyes bore into him with need and generosity. With need. With all the joy of a hands-on climax, after years of restraint, 94 squeezed out a pea-sized amount of cum, and his balls ached. 94 lay back on the grass panting. Was this the tenth time he’d cum since last night? twelfth? He would do this again shortly. God, that felt good!

It was the first time in more than three years that 94 had been able to play with his cock freely. There had been stretches that were weeks long when he couldn’t cum, couldn’t get hard. And that was alright, because during all that time he was working at his utmost to please his master, and that was really all the satisfaction a slave needed. To make his master happy was to make this slave happy. Today was a present for being a good slave. Today was a day to feel especially good about being Master’s slave.

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The wrangler’s assistant had been instructed; the work order was taped to a box containing a special cage for slave 1094 — solid silver with gold detailing and an exquisite locking mechanism from Cartier; plush purple velvet lined the inside of the box. As it was, 94 had quit trying to cum after a baker’s dozen. His cock was sore and now it was as small as it would ever get when the assistant finally turned the key in the lock and said, “Sun goes down, another chain tightens. I will trust you to take this key to your master. I think he will be very proud of your new cage.”

94 put the key’s silver chain over his head and under his collar. “Master will just send the key back to you.”

“Of course he will,” the assistant wrangler said. “The wrangler is the keeper of the keys. But it looks better when the castellan can trust the slave with his master’s key.”

94 noticed right off, the cage was heavy for its size. It had a very nice feel to it, and unlike his previous torture cage, this was roomy and comfortable. He liked how it put a constant pressure on his balls. And there may be as much as half an inch of room for his cock to lengthen, and there were no spikes. This was heaven, and his step was light as he climbed the service stairs to the gamekeeper’s office. At the third landing, he approached a service door and reached for the doorbell. 94 stood at attention before the door for ten or a dozen minutes, and then it opened.

It was the gamekeeper himself who stood before the slave. “Ah, good. Come in and stand over here. I wish to see the consequences of your late life of dissipation and idleness. What harm have you not done to yourself?” He walked once around the boy, looking him up and down. “Hey ho, what have we here?” he said, putting his hand around the cage and raising it up as he bent over to look at it closely. The slave squinted its eyes in pain as its balls were squeezed. “Very pretty indeed!” he enthused.

94 handed the gamekeeper 34’s drawings, tightly rolled up. He looked at the boy curiously and unrolled the paper. One glance at the portrait and the look on his face was replaced with pleasant surprise. He held up the picture to a man sunk in a club chair across the room. “Ha!” the other exclaimed. “I know that man.” He looked at the gamekeeper and said, “That’s Thimbleby Meade. You’ve hit the jackpot, Elliott! I’ll warrant you won’t be this lucky again as long as you live.”

My older brother married a girl with a baby boy Joey. I was 12 when they married and since they lived in another state, I had little contact with my brother and his new family. I saw my brother a few times a year, but his wife and child didn’t make the trip. My brother adopted Joey, and my parents and brother would whisper about Joey when I was young, but it wasn’t until I was in college that I met Joey. I was 18 and Joey was six when we met.

Joey was autistic and nonverbal. He was a cute toe headed little boy with big blue eyes. I tried to bond with my adopted nephew, but never made progress. I finished college with my bachelor’s in special education. I went back to my state for my master’s in special education assessment. My brother died in a car accident when Joey was fifteen. I saw Joey for the first time in his teens at the funeral. My sister-in-law was distraught over the loss of her husband. I moved to a city a few hours away from her when I finished school. I called her to schedule visits, but she was always busy. I stopped by unannounced a few times, and no one came to the door.

I gave up and stopped contacting her and it was completely out of my mind until I got a phone call telling me Lydia was dead. I was Joey’s closest relative and was asked by social services to pick him up. I was granted custody of Joey, even though he was no longer a minor. I went to their house and found a social worker she introduced me to Joey. I found a six foot three-inch-tall blond man sitting in a corner rocking with a teddy bear. He was dressed in shorts and a wife beater his socks were mismatched and his shoes were too. I tried talking with Joey and he didn’t look up. I got down in his face and he smiled at me. He seemed to recognize me from a few years ago.

I had the social worker show me throughout the house and to find out his schedule. I got a list of activities for Joey’s life and thanked the social worker. I ordered a pizza and found drinks in the refrigerator. I fixed a salad and carrot sticks for us and led Joey into the kitchen to eat. He smiled at me and ate the food. He fed himself. I accidently dropped a plate and broke it when I was cleaning up our dinner. Joey didn’t react to the noise from the accident. I wondered and decided to have Joey assessed by an audiologist friend. I got a bath ready for Joey at 8 p.m. I turned to get Joey when I saw him walk into the bathroom, nude. He stood there with his long uncut dick swinging. His body was thin with light blond hair between his pec’s he also had a red-blond treasure trail leading to his ample bush. He got into the tub and was playing with his boats. I helped him with soaping his back and he took the soap and washed himself.

He got out of the bath, and I had his bed clothes on the counter.  He toweled himself off and got dressed. I noticed he didn’t put on his underwear under his pajama’s. I tucked him into bed and went to watch tv. I was checking my e-mail when I heard moaning. I walked down the hall thinking Joey was having a nightmare. I left the bedroom door ajar and looked in at him. He was working on his prodigious erection. He was sliding the skin up and down over his large glans. He looked to be about 8 thick inches. I saw his hips thrust up and he pulled the skin back. He shot into the air and jet after jet fell onto his hand and shaft. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the sticky residue off his hand.

I went to my bedroom and had to relieve my reaction to his jacking. I relieved my pressure into my hand and licked my load off my hand. The next morning, I was fixing bacon and eggs when Joey walked in. His erection was sticking out of his pajama bottom fly. He sat down and smiled at me as I placed his breakfast in front of him, he smiled and dug in. I noticed his dick was still sticking straight up and a few drops of liquid was forming at the exposed tip. When we finished our breakfast, I led Joey into his bedroom I laid his clothes out. Joey wiped the clear liquid off his dickhead and licked his finger clean. He got dressed and I went into the living room. I called my audiologist friend and asked him if he could assess Joey’s hearing.

The appointment was for 5:30 this afternoon. I took Joey and he was assessed by my friend. The results indicated Joey was deaf. I wondered if he was autistic and deaf or just deaf. My friend recommended a doctor and the next day I called for an appointment. Two weeks later we went to Dr. Jamison. Doctor Jamison assessed Joey and the audiology report. After examination he ordered a CT scan. The results were optimistic. Dr. Jamison scheduled Joey for surgery in two weeks. I started teaching Joey sign language. He was bright and a quick learner. My personal assessment of Joey was that he wasn’t autistic, just deaf.

I started teaching Joey the alphabet and made flash cards with rudimentary words. He was learning to write, and his vocabulary was increasing with sign language and flash cards. I showed Joey how to pick out clothes and prepare his own bath. I still “helped” him wash his back. The master bathroom had a glass shower door and I noticed Joey come in while I was showering. I got out and was toweling off and he pointed to my dark chest hair. He signed why so much. I answered different men have more hair or less hair. He pointed to my penis and commented why so short. I replied it wasn’t short his was long. He smiled and said he liked the look of my short dark penis. I thanked him and reminded him it wasn’t short just not long like his was. As we were talking/signing my dick hardened. He commented it was long like his was in the mornings. I laughed and agreed. Joey then reached over and swiped the clear liquid off my penis and licked the liquid off his finger. He said it tasted good, like his.

I slid into some shorts, and we went into the den. I saw Joey’s penis poking straight up through his pajama bottoms. My dick wouldn’t go down. We sat in the den with the tv on and was signing to Joey what was said, or the gist of it. In the month since I moved in Joey’s education was progressing rapidly. The movie we were watching had a scene where the hero was kissing the starlet. Joey signed that looked nice. I told him it was a kiss. He leaned over and mimicked the actor with me. I reacted on instinct and parted my lips to accept his tongue. When he didn’t proceed with his tongue, I slid my tongue into his eager mouth. He accepted my tongue and returned my probing with his tongue.

I felt guilty because I was his legal guardian, but we were both adults. When we finished, I commented kissing was for romantic encounters. He asked me what that meant. I replied when two people have strong feelings for each other they kiss. He said he had strong feelings for me. He reached over and felt my bicep and ran his hand over my hairy pecs. I said emotions not feelings with hands. He grabbed my erection and said he liked feeling with hands and smiled. I reached for his erection and slid my hand up and down. He reached into my shorts and pulled my penis out. He slid my shorts off and bent to lick the clear liquid off my glans.

I slid his pajamas off and licked his glans. His dick jumped at my touch, and I then engulfed his glans and part of his shaft into my mouth. He grabbed my head in both of his hands and set the motion. I tongued his glans and the tender spot below the glans. Joey shot into my mouth a huge load. I tried to swallow the vast amount but was unable to. As I lifted my head, Joey bent and licked his semen off my lip and covered my mouth with his lips. His tongue probed into my mouth tasting the last of his load in my mouth. He then bent and took my dick into his mouth. His mouth was talented, and his teeth didn’t rub against my tender flesh. I shot into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop. I guess at 20 he produced a lot more liquid than I did at 32.

That night Joey slept in the bed with me. The next day Joey was scheduled for his first surgery. I had a hard time convincing Joey he couldn’t have breakfast, but I promised him a happy meal for lunch. I stayed with him until he was asleep. The doctor told me he would be about two hours. I was in recovery when Joey woke up. He got to drink, and I helped him to the bathroom. We had an appointment with my audiologist friend the next morning. I told Joey we had an appointment tomorrow. He enjoyed his happy meal, and we went home. That night I cooked spaghetti and meat balls. I left the pasta long and showed Joey how to eat the noodles with a fork. He was an expert in no time at all. We finished our meal and I suggested a shower instead of a bath. Joey came into the bathroom nude, and I was there waiting. He helped me out of my shorts, and we showered together.

We slid into the bed together and I asked Joey if he would like to try something new. He replied he liked our mouths but would love anything involving me. I set a bottle of lube on the bedside table and started kissing Joey. We kissed and groped each other, and I took the lube and squeezed some onto my finger and slid it into my hot ass. I slicked Joey’s mammoth rod and straddled his waist. I bent to kiss Joey and grabbed his throbbing erection and slid backwards onto his shaft. His girth was more than I was used to, and it had been a long dry spell since I had anything but my finger in my hole. I relaxed and slowly slid past the glans halfway down his long shaft. I then slid all the way down to the base. His penis was large, but the base was even larger. By the time I hit bottom, tears were running down my face. I sat there like that a few minutes then I started to slowly slide up and down. Joey reacted and started thrusting up into me. I shot onto Joey as his huge rod pierced me. I felt his release and I slid off him as I felt his dick soften. I laid on top of Joey and we fell asleep.

The next morning our chest hair was stuck together. I led Joey into the shower and cleaned last nights loads off our bodies. I had to suck Joey off in the shower so he could dress for our appointment.  We ate breakfast and headed to the Audiologist. Joey was fitted with hearing aids, and he reacted to sound. I was delighted and we finished up and headed to get a milkshake to celebrate.

At home I started teaching him sounds and how to say words. We had an appointment in two weeks with Dr. Jamison. Joey said hello to Dr. Jamison when we entered the examination room. Dr. Jamison was pleased with the progress and discussed the next phase of Joey’s treatment. It would take six months but then Dr. Jamison would perform the second procedure. Joey and I worked on his speech and vocabulary. He could read lips and figured out a lot before I came into his life, but he never had to do anything, so he didn’t. I had Joey reading at a sixth-grade level before his next doctor’s appointment. He could write simple sentences and we practiced more words every day. I built up sentences with words he could say so I wrote cards and he read them out loud. When it was time for me to return to work, I arranged to have Joey come to my town and live in my apartment. He attended my class and helped more than he learned.

I discussed Joey with my supervisor, and he agreed my sister-in-law should have had Joey tested at a younger age. He passed all the tests and was on the gifted side of intelligence. We discussed Joey with the State director and he agreed to allow him in special education so he could get up to high school level. By the end of the school year, Joey was a high school graduate. He completed his procedures and was hearing a lot better with hearing aids.

I helped Joey apply to a college and he was accepted. He started college the spring term of 2019. He was establishing his identity the first semester in college. Joey had a good body with a trim frame. I took him to the gym and showed him how to work his body. His height and slim form seemed ideal for swimming. Joey trained and sculpted his body. He worked his body and formed six pack abs and muscular shoulders. His form attracted a lot of attention in the pool. His copious package attracted attention from swimmers. The gym we worked out in had gang showers and many guys showered when Joey was in the shower. Outright staring happened and many guys sported erections in the shower from looking at his schlong.

Joey started college with a sculpted body and a new wardrobe. A lot of coeds paid special attention to Joey. He had no interest in them. The jocks welcomed him into their network. He was urged to join the college swimming club. The club sport groups were not sanctioned by the University, but there was still a following for their events. At their first event I attended to support Joey. I noticed a man in the crowd. He was the spitting image of Joey, except for his age. He was about 45. He still had the blond hair with a few silver threads in it. He also sported a short blond-red beard. I couldn’t get over his resemblance to Joey. He seemed to be watching Joey with special attention.

After the meet, I met Joey outside the locker room. He accepted my hug and congratulations. He came in third in his match. He had stiff competition. The blond man I noticed before, walked up to us and introduced himself as Roderick, Rod for short. Rod was a swimming coach for a local teen club. Up close the resemblance between the two blond men was remarkable. Rod said he would like to help Joey improve his swimming skills. He worked with youth but was interested in coaching Joey. I invited Rod to coffee to further discuss his interest in Joey’s swimming.

Rod ordered a Chi Late at the coffee shop. I had coffee and Joey had a cola. We discussed where Rod worked and the logistics of getting Joey to the facility. There was a bus that Joey could catch at our apartment that had a stop at the pool Rod coached at. Joey was to start going to lessons on Monday. Joey had a bus pass and took his books and bag to the pool. I had to work and on Friday school was out for a holiday. I took Joey to the pool Friday. I saw Coach Rod in his swimsuit at the pool. His body matched Joeys and his body hair was the exact same color as Joey’s. I noticed his swimsuit was overflowing just like Joey’s.

After the lessons, I invited Coach Rod over for dinner. He had said he was a bachelor and would enjoy a home cooked meal. Coach Rod arrived at 7 and we enjoyed the meal together and the wine he brought. Joey had a study group meeting at 8 and Rod said he would be leaving too. I said he could stay, and we would finish the wine. Joey left and I topped off out glasses and led Rod into the living room. Rod said he never married and mostly focused on swimming. I commented that Joey and he resembled each other. He said he noticed, but a lot of people looked similar. I told him I we had no idea who Joey’s biological father was. He said his interests didn’t result in pregnancies. I said Joey was twenty and Rod had said he was 45. I told him who Joey’s mom was. He looked surprised and said he had a friend in high school by that name. He said she was a senior, when he was a freshman. He was on the swimming team, and she paid special attention to how his swimsuit fit.

 He said they fooled around a little and had sex one time. He said that was what convinced him that he was batting for a different team. He never saw her again after graduation. He heard she married and moved out of state. I asked him if we could perform an experiment. He said sure. I asked him to drop his pants and let me see his naked body. He said I was being forward. I said no I knew Joey’s body and wanted to see if his butt and cock were like his. He stood and dropped his pants. There was Joey’s cock and balls on another man. He turned around and I saw Joey’s ass and hair pattern. Granted that wasn’t proof, but it checked out. I asked Rod if he would take a DNA test and he said sure.

The results were in and in the case of the teen aged daddy, Rod you are the father. Joey and I moved into Rod’s house. He inherited the home from his parents. It was in a suburb near the pool. Joey was spending more time at school and Rod, and I formed a relationship. I was amazed how much Rod felt like Joey when inside me. Rod maintained his swimmer’s body and enjoyed my hairy muscular body. We grew close and were more than just fuck buddies, we were lovers. Joey on the other hand was spending more time on campus and asked to live in the dorm. The fall of 2019 Rod and I were empty nesters. Joey had a dorm room on campus, but still visited to do laundry and eat on Sundays. Sometimes he would bring a friend for dinner.

I woke up the next morning, my face sore from my dads foot that was on it last night. He was pressing my face hard. I ran to the mirror to check, my cheek was red and a bit purple, I still looked plumped and beautiful in my eyes. My skin was shiny and smooth, the sun hitting it made it shine even more. The house was empty which means that dad has left for work. What could his thoughts be on our last nights encounter? Mine are raising through the roof, my dad has just showed me just what kind of a faggot I am and can’t wait to see him again. He used and abused me, and I was his slave just as I wanted to be, my stomach was aching butterflies and I felt myself falling in love with him.

I played some Sims all happy about everything and had my breakfast.

I jerked off so many times I must have fallen asleep again.

It’s late afternoon and my mom and brother came back from the mountain. Mom is preparing something in the kitchen, I woke up after a long afternoon nap, and my brother is in the living room watching tv. Looking through my bedroom window onto the garage.

I quickly ran outside to the garage since I saw the light was on, excited about dad being home and looking forward to finding him there alone.

I enter the garage, and my dad is nowhere in sight, I go around the family truck looking for him, finding him laying on a portable bed under the truck, fixing something. His upper body and chest are under the truck, while his stomach and legs are out in the open. I approach him quietly and slowly go down next to him with my hand caressing his naked hairy belly, that’s out from his streached out and pulled up shirt.

He acts all shocked, scared and confused about my carefree behavior towards his body, that he leaves his work, rolls out a portable bed from under the truck and slaps me hard against my left cheek.

I fall to the ground holding onto it with my right hand saving my body from the complete fall.

• What are you doing you motherfucker? You startled me, touching me like that I thought it was mom

I was in shock from the slap I received, I wasn’t sure was he slapping me sexually or what, plus why would he think it was mom touching him gently, she never does that kind of stuff.

• What are you doing here?

I’m blinking fast, looking at him, being so scared and thinking that I’m gonna get more slaps.

• We didn’t talk about last night dad..
• What’s there to talk about, we are grown men Marko, we can do whatever we want!
• So you liked what we did dad?

I said, butterflies raising through my stomach again.

• What do you mean we did? You did!

He stands up and walkes towards me, then squats above my body holding onto the ground still. He grabs me and starts pulling me up by holding on my neck and throat, then looks at my cheek.

• You faggot! You think that you can touch me freely! crossing all the lines and shit!
• What do you mean dad?

He is almost holding me up in the air, lowkey choking me, while I barely spit out words.

• You… you didn’t like what we did?
• You did motherfucker!

He starts pushing me a little by little  towards the door, continuing with his pushing and talking through his teeth.

• I let you touch my cock once you faggot, and you are always there begging for more!

Says and pushes me again, not that hard, but clearly pushing me towards the door and by this rejecting to talk about last night.

• You will never touch me again faggot! I thought I was being nice by letting you learn more about your body, but I was making a whore.

He is still pushing me through a small space between the wall and the truck.

• Why would you expose me like that in front of my friends!? Touching me under the table? What’s that on your cheek faggot? Did Nemanja or Aca slap you, did you try touching them as well?
• No dad, none of them touched me.

I say while going backwards barely holding myself not to fall down to the ground whenever I get another push.

• Lying faggot, cock begger, LEAVE!

I started crying and ran to the house to lock myself in my room for a while. Nobody checked up on me for a while and I was in my room all teared up. What’s wrong with him now? I asked myself so many questions. I thought I won, he literally fucked me so hard last night, but acts like he doesn’t remember it now.

Why would he ask me about Aca and Nemanja, did he see what I did next to the table? Why was he mad about my footjob, when he literally fucked me a few minutes after that?

I must have fallen asleep in tears. When I woke up, I saw a note my mom left me under the door saying that there are pancakes in the oven.

I ate a little, showered and went back to my room. Got ready to go play my game and hang out, so when the lights were off, my brain started spiraling again. I really wasn’t sure about the situation with dad, I thought we were at the beginning of an awesome master slave, incestuous relationship, but he just forbade me from touching him ever again, rejected me hard and pushed me out of the garage….

I slowly caress my left cheek, remembering the slap, thinking my skin was still hot from it. When I think about it now, I really liked the burning feeling of my dads big hand across my soft cheek. Physically it did wonders to my body, sending shocks everywhere like I’m cumming, but mentally, my dad humiliated me so bad. He refused my touch, forbade me from doing it again, and pushed me out, and somehow anything he does, still makes my dicky soooo hard.

I jerked off to the feeling of slap and humiliation I felt at that moment, in a few seconds, I came so hard, shaking my body in the bed. Then I fell asleep fast, barely started the movie.

For a few weeks after that, everything was uneventful, my dad completely ignored me and I had my secondary school graduation exams, so all my concentration went on that. But it stayed a bit on stealing dads dirty underwear and listening to him fucking my mom from across the hall whenever I got the chance, there was no way of pushing me away for real. Since my dad so excited twice, came inside me from both sides, I can make him horny again, I only have got to wait until this frustration and anger he was feeling towards me, passes.

He is so careful while they fuck, she leads, tells him what to do and that must go against his primal instincts. I know all of this because I listened to their fucking from across the hall, many times. Dad is such a dominating figure, he can literally throw me to the ground just by appearing at my doorstep. He held me in the air by my neck, literally a few weeks ago. So my dad needs me, I think to myself, he needs an outlet for that dominating energy. And I can be that for him.

I felt so hopeful in this moments, my dads voice was sounding more and more frustrated, being mastered by my very dominant mom. They were whispering while fucking and I was at the bottom of my door with my ear pressed on the door, collecting information, waiting for my dad to break and come back to me, to be serviced. Really serviced, not like my mom, playing with his authority, bossing him around.

We didn’t have many contacts during this period, and I think my dad avoided me for that matter. All of the time I didn’t already spend studying and stressing and doing tests, I spent fantasizing about my fathers body and his roughness towards me.

I had to catch him drunk, i thought. That’s my only chance really, it is when his armor weakens. Since he is so sharp and quickly gets furious at me when sober, maybe he will be a little softer and let me at least approach, while drunk.

Alchol makes dad let go, relax hisnprinciples and his authority. My beautiful authority and a man I’m obsessed with.

Dad is 180 tall, his shoulders are pretty wide, but so is his chest and it gets a bit slimmer at his gut. His ass is not that fat and is held very tight, even though he let me massage it that one time. His biceps were so fat and hard and his arm so hairy. His hair starts at the lower part of his biceps and forms furry waves across his arm up to his hand and fingers. His hair across his body is curly like at a Turkish daddy, only not as thick as it would stereotypically be on a Turkish man. He is from the Balkans after all.

The hair on his chest was very thick, and connected with a line across his stomach that gets really dark and wide around his belly button.

His feet were pretty hairy and his legs had hair so curly it formed waves across his calf and thighs.

His lower legs and thighs were pretty fat, and his beer belly made my body shiver.

I am quite literally obsessed with this evil old man, I am obsessed with his body I would love to lick his feet and hair all over his body.

A few more days passed and then I heard that dad is finally going to the village to get drunk with his smelly hot older pals. I got so excited, I could jump through the roof, and so excited I would ride my daddy drunk right next to my mom sleeping on the bed. I was imagining any possible scenario of myself connecting with fathers cock.

As the time passed, my fear weakened and my horniness and frustration grew. I was so crazy in my thoughts, constantly getting fucked by dad in different set ups, that I couldn’t wait until the middle of the night when my dad would finally come home to me and hopefully cum inside me too. This was my only chance, he wasn’t drinking for weeks for some reason. Maybe he also learned that when drunk, his moral and principles fall, he starts needing to dominate. At least he did so last time.

I washed my whole body and especially my ass so many times that day. Night finally came and I pretended to go to sleep, but stayed awake and played Sims instead, waiting for my drunk dad to arrive. Heard my mom go to sleep in her room, and by that time I also stopped hearing my brother walk around his room and living room, switching from one TV to the other.

He must have gone to sleep as well.

Two more hours went by, and I finally heard a truck slowly parking in the garage. I watched from my window to the garage window, and dad parked there, turned off the truck lights and a truck I guess, but didn’t get out or turn on the lights inside the garage at all. I sneaked around the yard to the garage door and started listening to the inside. I hear nothing, and slowly press on the door handle to quietly enter. I close the door behind me and look inside the truck. He is not there, I go around the truck, finding the garage empty, and dad nowhere in sight. Where could he be? I didn’t hear the door or the yard gate while I was waiting for him. He must have left through the car door while it was closing down. So I left the garage, and went in the house again to check. Tiptoeing around, I looked inside my parents bedroom, finding my mom sleeping face covered and my brother in his room, sleeping with a TV on of course.

Where could dad be?

I leave the house quietly, locking it, and bringing the key with me so he couldn’t enter if he tried to sneak inside. I needed to catch him!

Down the stairs and onto the ground level windows. In one room, my grandparents were sleeping, and my grandpa was snoring so loud I thought the opened window was shaking. Tiptoed to the other window, looking into the guest bedroom. I saw almost nothing at first but then the image started to get clearer and it was dad in the dark, snoring quietly in the bed. He was sleeping on his back, and his whole body and head were covered, leaving only his feet hanging off the bed and outside the covers. I quickly ran to the other side of the house to enter. Grandparents floor  looked identically as ours. The only difference was, that when you go inside, you enter the hall, and upstairs, to your right, you would see my parents room first, and the living room and kitchen next to it, while here, on your right, there is only one long room that is a living room, dinning room and a kitchen in one.

To your left there are two rooms, first one being guest bedroom, where daddy is currently sleeping, and next to it there is my grandparents room. That’s where the hall ends.

I sneak into the guest bedroom. The stench inside was of hard alchohol and my dads smelly feet. Although his feet smelled somewhat different and for the worst I would say. Still I got excited immediately and approached my dad sleeping fully covered. I got close to the feet that were hanging off bed. I start smelling them closely, hardly listening to any changes in dads snoring. His snores were faint since his whole face and body was covered with a colorful quilt.

I was so excited by this awful smell of dads feet, my dicky was rocking my pajamas up hard from inhaling it. The most important thing was that I finally felt safe to touch and smell my daddy again, since he is soooo drunk from the trip to the villages pub with his buddies. I put my tongue out and lick his big hairy toe on both sides, taking it in my mouth sucking on it hungrily. The juices and the sweat hit my tongue and I start fainting off excitement. I open my eyes immediately and feel myself having to piss all of a sudden. I had to piss hard so I ran through the dark into the hall, and then the living room to enter the bathroom that can be entered only through the kitchen since it was next to it. Not connected to the hall.

I pissed, washed my dick and hands, and went out the bathroom. The light behind me was reaching through the whole long room, and on the other end, one that would be considered a living room, my dad was now sleeping.

He was on the corner sofa, with his clothes off and one hand was behind his head, he leaned on it and opened his armpit, while the other one was on his briefs on a half-raised dick of his. He’s fast asleep, literally snoring quietly there, I think this is definitely an invitation for me, but I was so confused. I was just sucking on his toe in the guest bedroom, and he is now here all of a sudden pretending to be asleep on the sofa. I approach him and start pushing on his shoulder like waking him up. I pushed a few times and whispered ‘Father, father wake up’.

He did not move. I go across the hall, and enter the other room. I get shocked by seeing feet again, hanging from the bed. Whose toe was I just sucking?

I approach the bed, and uncover the quilt from the persons head. In the dark I see Uncle Aca, sleeping with his mouth open, I put the quilt down on his chest, uncovering only his face. My face gets really red, and my eyes open wide, from the shock and filth I felt. I just figured out why the smell was so intoxicating and different and why it got me soooo excited by only licking on the toe once. It’s because it was Uncle Aca, the manliest and hairiest dad I know. I kneel down next to his face, blowing a few breaths into his mouth, nose and eyes, seeing if he is going to wake up. Uncle Aca moves his face a bit, and opens his mouth even more, making his snores a bit louder. I approach his mouth and lick on it a few times. Licked the upper lip, bit on it a little, and licked my way around the opened mouth towards the bottom lip. The taste of his mouth was sour and acidic. I could smell and taste the alchohol and cigarettes on his lips. I get really excited but remember that dad is in the living room also passed out.

• Sorry.

I smile and whisper to my uncles drunk sleeping body then I leave the room.I get so excited by the fact that I didn’t even know until that moment , that it wasn’t my dad’s toe I was sucking on in the beginning. Imagine if I continued and woke up my uncle. I think he would tell dad and then I would be beaten till the end of my life probably. But then again, he did wink at me drunk a few weeks back.  There was no chance of getting dad ashamed though, if I used him a bit while sleeping, he is just supposed to tell nobody, and no reason to be ashamed. Right?

I go back into the living room, on my toes, approaching the bed and my dad in his underwear sleeping. He is uncovered, only in blue briefs and barefoot. I approach his feet first, massage them briefly, then take a little of his thumb in my mouth. The taste was different from Acas, but the smell I remembered. He was stepping with those feet on my face when he fucked me. He does not react to any of these touches, as if nothing is happening even as I lick and suck his hairy big toe. I thought he was ticklish.

I was already blushing all over and sighing loudly from the smells and tastes I knew and loved. I also loved the fact that dad doesn’t respond to my touches because he got so drunk and literally passed out, not even in his room. If he was sleeping any lighter than he was, he would already be up on his feet, either slapping me as a punishment with his hand or as enjoyment with his cock. Remember the last time? Because he apparently doesn’t I got mad in my mind going around his huge body.

I approach, all the while going around the sofa on my knees, to his open arm and armpit. I sniff him slowly, getting closer to him and I fall into a kiss with his sweat and hair with my tongue. No reaction from him, he doesn’t move, he enjoys it, breathes deeply, occasionally snores and that’s it. The only reaction that naturally happened, was his cock, which now moved to his right side to slowly lift his shorts up, fully erected.

I lick his armpit hair with a lot of care and suck the delicious pungent sweat from them. I slowly approach his chest with my face and begin to suck and occasionally bite the nipple a little. I enjoy licking the hair on his chest and nipples, but this is my last test to see if dad will wake up or if I can pull down his briefs and finally swallow his cock.

I slowly make my way down his chest to his stomach, licking and sucking the hair and sweat along the way and leaving a trail like a snail. I stop on his stomach, at his belly button and slide my tongue inside. My teenage body is currently being torn apart by this crazy fantasy, the stench of sweat and hair licking, and now the taste of the belly button. It is some of the strongest bitterness and sweetness that I have felt in my life. I began to lick and lick more and deeper, drawing out that insane smell and taste, savoring it on my tongue, all the while paying attention to dads head and face and whether he was moving. It seems to me that nothing is happening apart from regular stirring in sleep and occasional frowning and pursing of the lips, chewing, smacking. Dad is obviously in a deep sleep, there’s no way I’m going to wake him up after this much drinking.

From the navel I go to his briefs with my tongue, his hand falls by his body and I take another look at his face. Nothing, so I turn back and pull off his underpants down to his knees, they pulled and raised the cock that tightens down and bounces back on my dad’s stomach. I glance at his face again, he only frowns from time to time and that’s it, he’s breathing heavily.

I carefully take the cock with my hand, straighten it up, and run my tongue into his hair above the cock. My tongue is wriggling, occasionally I reach up to remove some hair that I pick up, but I keep coming back for more of the acrid smell and taste of sperm and the hormones of the old man. I slowly remove my hand and with kisses I climb the thickness and length of my dad’s cock to the glans, which I lick and take the cockhead with my lips beginning to suck on it.

I have already sucked dick in all kinds of ways, practicing on Nemanja, someone from school or a relative, thinking and thinking, but most of the time I imagined swallowing my dads cock, deep throating it. That’s what I tried, since I only sucked on his head once, now completely focusing on kissing dad’s dick, I didn’t even check his condition, whether he was waking up, the animal took over and I started swallowing and swallowed more and more, until I reached his thick pubic hair with my lips.

Dad’s cock was completely slimy at this moment, a little bit of its juices that I suck up, and a lot of my saliva from my mouth and throat as I ram my head onto him. I practiced deepthrating before, not on a cock this size, but I was too eager to lose this chance.

I paused and looked at dad, a little scared because I hadn’t checked in a while, dad’s arms were now crossed over his bare hairy chest, the head was still exhaling snoring and the unthinkable occurred to me. I’m going to sit on my dad’s dick, while he sleeps, the worst that can happen is that he hates me, which is already happening so I have nothing to lose. I need to feel that dick inside me again, I need to be spread by those blue veins even raw this time. I’ve already prepared a little in my room with my fingers and hand, and dads dick is all slimy, so I undressed completely and slowly climbed onto the sofa, stood over him and started to kneel over his body, legs on the side. He didn’t move, his arms were crossed with his fingers on his chest and he was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open.

I took the cock behind me with my hand, straightened it and took aim and moved my ass closer to him. My hole and his dick head kissed and I started to press my butt against it a little. I pressed myself a little, pulled back a little, and so on a couple of times, my dad’s cock slowly began to enter me and then to slowly fall out of me. Then I realized that I was okay as soon as the glans came in, and I didn’t feel any pain, so I decided to sit all the way on him, slowly of course. My hole slowly began to swallow my dad’s cock and I reached the halfway point, where the veins, width and pain started. Slowly but surely, I was in a lot of pain, my dad’s cock was almost ripping me apart, and I looked at his frowning face dreaming of sex with who knows which chick, while his son was riding him in his sleep.

Slowly thrusting, I felt my dad’s thick cock hair with my cunt and that was the sign that I swallowed my dads cock fully again. I felt the fullest in the world, my insides were pressed beautifully, the tip of dads cock was pressing more and more inside, his cock head felt like it was expanding.

My cock was throbbing, and my father was still asleep, sighing as he lay beneath me. I went up and down again.  Enjoying the waves I’ve missed for months now, running through my whole body, that feeling of fulfillment and enjoyment once again, and not even half of the dick came out and went in again.

Now I was ready to ride him, his cock was going in and out, I was holding on to the seat, standing up and sitting down, not leaning on his body so as not to shake him and to not wake him up. His hairy body was sweating and shining in the moonlight. I lowered my head to smell his armpit on the side of his chest as it sticks out a little.

Crossed arms didn’t give me access to his armpits, so I put all my concentration back on swallowing my daddy’s cock with my hole, while he rips my insides apart, or so as it feels. He started to take over me again with this shocking feeling of electricity in parts of my body, whenever my dad’s head hits my deepest insides. I got the same feeling when my dad was ramming his cock inside me as deep as it goes.

The impact inside of me he has, while hitting my walls and as it happened a couple of times, one of the times his cockhead hit the deepest ends of my boypussy and it made my dick spill out liquid, unprepared sperm, and my whole body starts to convulse. The thrusts go deeper and deeper. His dick seems to be getting wider all of a sudden, and he moans little by little in his sleep while his face is convulsed.

I’m still shaking on my dads cock as I feel his cock begin to pulsate inside me, I feel his cum fill me up, jerk by jerk of my dad’s cock, a bunch of cum comes out inside me hitting my walls, burning me a little.

Dad’s face stopped grimacing, he stopped moaning and his cock stopped spasming and twitching and spraying inside me. I’m so broken with daddy’s dick deep inside me. On his stomach it’s liquid from my dick, which he caused by his penetration. He doesn’t even know that this happened, he sleeps with his arms crossed and enjoys it. I slowly straighten up so that his dick falls out of me, slapping against his stomach, as I feel empty again. My hole seems like it wants to have a dick inside it forever, it seems hungry, tortured, but still hungry.

I get up, take the sperm that is leaking out of me from my hole with my fist and take it in my mouth. Dad’s dick is completely clean, except for a small part on the top that is a little bloody, from some remaining virgin part of me, which has survived the past intrusions I guess. I didn’t get scared or anything, all parts of the sex I knew from the porn and wanted.

I wasn’t sure if I should wake my dad up or what to do to tell him what had happened. I was overjoyed and over-proud that he finally fucked me again.

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Pat’s Bar, Last Call, An hour or so later

Vik had just hollered out to all the men, “Last call!”

“Another?” Dave asked Erik.

Erik looked back with hazy eyes and a sloppy grin and said, “No thank you, Mr. Schuster. I must be getting back home.”

And before Dave could say anything else, there was a hand on Erik’s back. He shifted in his seat to see who it was and found Johnny Lund. Or “Lundy” as the boys all called him, standing close behind him. He was casually dressed, so not on duty. He was one of only three of the town’s police officers.

Johnny’s eyes sparkled at Erik as he looked over the situation of these two inebriated men. He grinned broadly and said, “How ‘bout a ride home there, Erik?”

Erik reached back and held the hand on his shoulder while he turned to look up at Johnny, “Why sure, my man, you may drive me home.” Then he let out an uncharacteristic giggle.

Johnny laughed heartily at Erik’s response. It confirmed what he suspected, that Erik would not be able to get home by himself. He looked over at Dave, who seemed in much better shape, but asked anyway, “Mr. Schuster? How are you doing? Do you need a ride as well?”

“None for me, thank you, Johnny. My chariot will be arriving shortly.” Johnny laughed at Dave’s remark. “My son will be along momentarily to collect me.”

“Alrighty then. It’s you and me Erik. Are you ready to go?” Johnny asked.

“You betcha!” replied Erik as he slowly climbed down off the stool. He turned to Dave and in a very uppity voice said, “Thank you kind sir for keeping me company this fine evening. It was a pleasure.”

Dave stood and bowed slightly, “The pleasure was all mine, sir!”

Johnny laughed all over again at the antics of these two. Little did he know what pleasures were shared. He placed his arm around Erik’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, at least that’s how he wanted it to look. He knew Erik needed a bit of support to get out of the bar without falling all over things. As they exited, both Johnny and Erik waved at the men sitting at the bar as the men hollered out their names and called “Good night!”

Johnny’s car was waiting by the curb right by the front door. “You come here just to get me?” Erik asked with genuine surprise.

Johnny shook his head as he helped Erik into the front seat. “Reilly sent me.” Reilly was Erik’s long-time buddy. He also happened to be the County Sheriff. There were many a night that Reilly himself stopped by the bar to check on Erik and drive him home.

Erik made some kind of disgruntled noise and said something Johnny didn’t understand. “You knew he would, Erik, didn’t you?”

More grumbling.

They were at Erik’s house in no time. This was Johnny’s first time there. He drove down the driveway and around to the back of the house as Erik instructed him. Erik opened the car door and tried to get out on his own before he felt Johnny’s muscled arms grab a hold of him and help him up and out.

Erik didn’t know Johnny very well, just enough to say hello. He was more a friend of Johnny’s boss, Reilly. But in his drunken state, he appreciated Johnny’s strength and the muscles surrounding him as he carried him up the steps and onto his back porch.

“Now, are you going to be all right, Erik?” Johnny asked quietly.

“Oh, I’ll be just fine, Johnny, just fine.” Erik smiled and stood as straight as he could manage. When Johnny stepped away and Erik turned to go in the house, he tripped over the threshold. Johnny reached out and grabbed a hold of him again and said, “I’m sure you will be once I get you all squared away. Here, grab my arm.”

Erik started to say he didn’t need help, but when those arms surrounded him again, he melted into them. Johnny scooped him up off the floor and carried him into the kitchen. He figured that would be the quickest, easiest way to get Erik in there.

“Which way?” he asked once they crossed the threshold.

“Bedrooms are upstairs, but I can stay on the sofa over there, behind that door,” Erik replied weakly.

“Upstairs you say? Ok, then, here we go.” Johnny shifted slightly getting a better grasp on Erik’s body, and walked down the hallway and up the stairs. The room to the right at the top of the stairs looked “lived in” so he decided this was it.

“How’d you know this was the one?” Erik asked.

Johnny chuckled, “Good guesser.”

He set Erik on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt on the floor in front of him and untied and removed his shoes, then socks.

Erik started talking. “I had great fun tonight. Did you have any fun tonight, Johnny?”

Johnny replied, “I bet you did and no, I was home all evening.” Not wanting to give a false impression of his home life, he added quickly, “Uh, not that that wasn’t fun, but I wasn’t at the bar having fun like you were.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. I don’t know you too well but it would be fun to have a few together.” Erik’s voice trailed off. “You know, sometime… it would be fun.”

“Yeah that’d be keen,” Johnny responded enthusiastically. He didn’t know what that comment was all about but he figured it was best to keep the guy happy. He didn’t want to get into any argument with a drunk guy he barely knew, especially when he was trying to hurriedly get him into bed so he could get home himself.

Johnny got up off the floor and stood tall, stretching out his six foot two frame after carrying a dead-weight body up the stairs. He looked down at Erik trying to sit up there on the bed. When he did, Erik lifted his head and stared back up at Johnny. Then a broad smile slowly spread across his face.

“You and Reilly ever hang out? You know, have a few beers or something?” asked Erik.

“We have, sure,” Johnny admitted cautiously.

“You know Reilly and I are good friends, right?” Again, Erik gave off that little giggle. “Well of course you do.”

“Yes. He’s told me about your friendship.” Johnny wondered, ‘Where’s he going with this?’

“Oh yeah? He told you about us, being friends and all?” Erik was waking up a little bit, out of his stupor. He leaned back supporting himself with his arms stretched out behind him.

Johnny said, more softly, “Uh-huh.” He put his hands on his hips and continued to gaze down at Erik. “He’s told me.”

Erik shifted slightly, then sat up as straight as he could. He noticed that Johnny hadn’t moved, but merely stood in front of him, quite still. It wasn’t until now that Erik stared up at Johnny that he realized how much Johnny towered over him. His neck strained and he could feel his face reddened a bit as he gazed upward. After a bit, he lowered his head and smiled shyly. Johnny looked down, without any expression, and watched him.

Erik looked up again, staring up into Johnny’s eyes. Their gazes glued to one another’s. With care, he casually reached up and gently cupped Johnny’s crotch. His hand surrounded the noticeable mound between his legs. Slowly, softly, he increased the pressure, trying to calculate the size of what was in that package. Gradually, Johnny’s prick stiffened and grew thicker, growing more than what Erik could fit in his hand. It felt good, real good. And surprisingly hard. He shifted his hand, moving around a bit, curious to examine all that was in there. “You feel nice,” he mumbled to himself. “Do you like how that feels too, Johnny?”

Johnny didn’t answer. He just stared down at Erik.

Still staring up into Johnny’s eyes, Erik leaned forward and, with both hands, unlatched Johnny’s belt. Next, his inside pants button. Then he nonchalantly slid down the zipper. Swiftly, Johnny’s pants dropped to his ankles with a thud. Stretching a bit, Erik reached around Johnny to his briefs-covered mounds of muscle. Erik hummed as he ran his hands over them, squeezing those hard butt cheeks. “Man you feel good, Johnny,” Erik moaned while savoring the heat radiating off Johnny’s body.

Erik leaned in getting even closer to the bulging mound in Johnny’s white briefs. Putting his nose right up close, he took in the clean scent of Johnny’s underwear, the smell of fresh soap, and the slight musk from his aroused sex.

Johnny watched all this, still tall with hands on hips. His breath caught every time Erik touched him, in a way no man had ever touched him before. He was fully erect, though still covered by the thin cotton of his briefs. It was becoming more and more painful, being held back like that, as his arousal continued to strengthen.

Erik opened his mouth against Johnny’s covered organ and exhaled deeply on it, giving Johnny a shock of unexpected heat. His cock pulsed against Erik’s mouth, once, then two more times as Erik ran his mouth over its length. At the tip, there was a small and growing moist spot. Erik stuck out his tongue and licked it tenderly. Johnny flinched. And then again, a lick. Another flinch. Johnny groaned a soft low sigh as the buzz he felt intensified.

While licking Johnny’s pole in the front, Erik’s hands continued to stroke Johnny’s backside. Then with one quick swipe, Erik haltingly lowered Johnny’s briefs down over those solid ass cheeks, making those briefs tighten on his hard-on. Carefully, expertly, Eric stretched those briefs out over Johnny’s cock, then without warning, flicked them down his legs to meet his pants at his ankles. He let his hands caress Johnny’s muscled legs, thighs, and calves, as he did so, arousing himself in the process. When he lifted his head once more, Johnny’s long slender cock stared right into his face and throbbed in front of his mouth.

Without further hesitation, Erik wet his lips, and lowered his mouth all the way down Johnny’s length, taking all of him in, in one fell swoop, right down till Johnny’s pubic hairs tickled his nose. Eyes closed, Erik savored the taste of him, and, with his tongue, explored the texture of the bone-hard, veiny prick in his mouth. As he slid back up to the crown, he opened his eyes and saw that Johnny’s body was completely bare, no pubic hair except a small bush above his cock. A first for Erik.

He smiled as he released him slowly, and asked, “Was that OK?” Johnny didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his hard dick pulsing in Erik’s face.

Since Erik said nothing else and didn’t move, Johnny shifted his hips poking Erik’s mouth with the moist tip of his cock. Erik sat there, genuinely enjoying this, letting Johnny show him what he wanted.

Johnny, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure what to do. This was new—his first time. And by golly, he sure didn’t want it to end. Not now. Not before… “Why did you stop?” whispered Johnny to Erik, while he wondered to himself, ‘Is that all? Won’t he do more?’

Since Erik didn’t seem to mind what he was doing, Johnny continued to thrust his dick toward his face, getting a bit frustrated at Erik’s closed mouth. After a few more pokes, Erik turned his head slightly so Johnny’s erection slid along one side, then the other side of his face. Johnny getting more annoyed by all this, grabbed a hold of himself and began to slap Erik’s cheeks with it. After a few slaps, he let his length lay against Erik’s face, along the side of his nose, almost poking his eye. He wriggled his hips, rubbing it up and down Erik’s cheek, leaving a trail of his seed juice behind.

Johnny couldn’t believe how aroused he got by doing this. He was more excited than he’d ever been. Here was someone teasing him, so unexpectedly. But man oh man, did he respond to this guy’s playfulness. His body temperature rose significantly and a sheen of sweat covered him. Dotty, his wife, barely let him “make love” to her, never mind wanting to play around like this.

Looking down at his erection laying across Erik’s face, almost poking him in the eye, Johnny grabbed its base again and slowly slid it down till it rested on Erik’s mouth. He swirled it across those warm moist lips, rubbing the leakage across them. He wanted so badly to be back inside there, where it was moist and hot. Impatiently, he started to shove his cock against them. Erik let him, making approving hums but still didn’t open his mouth.

Finally, Johnny begged, “Open up, Erik, please. Take it.” More pushing. “Suck it. Please!”

Erik looked into his eyes and grinned, “Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.” And without hesitation, he engulfed Johnny to the hilt one more time. As Erik worked him over, Johnny’s moans grew deeper and louder, amplifying in intensity. He started to let go of whatever control he might have had.

Erik’s attentions grew even more fevered, much to Johnny’s surprise. Having never had this happen to him before, Johnny didn’t even know he could feel this way. Even when he stroked himself off, it was never this good. But now, he didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to stand there and savor every moment of what Erik was doing to him.

Then without warning, Erik pulled off again. “Why are you stopping?” complained Johnny. But Erik didn’t hear him. He was already doing something over by the nightstand that Johnny couldn’t quite figure out. Then he saw it—a jar of Vaseline in Erik’s hand. Johnny watched as Erik stood and turned away from him, facing the bed. Eric popped the top off the jar and reached inside. He scooped out a bug wad of grease and then knelt on the edge of the bed. He reached behind himself, and with a couple of swipes, he swiped the goop up his ass crack.

Johnny froze. ‘He can’t want me to…’ But even as that question circled in his head, Erik reached behind him and grabbed Johnny’s prick, and greased it up with another wad from the jar. His hand sliding up and down Johnny’s cock sure felt good. But just as quickly, Erik stopped and turned himself away from Johnny. He crouched there, with his hands down and the mattress and his ass backed up to the very edge of the mattress, and waited.

Johnny had only heard guys deride men who did this sort of thing. But he never knew any man who did it, never mind want another guy to do it to him. He had to know before he got carried away and did something he’d regret. “Are you sure, Erick?” He stepped up and got right behind Erik’s butt, letting his cock rest at the top of Erik’s butt crack. “Is this what you want?”

In response, Erik pushed his butt back just a bit then wiggled it side to side so that Johnny’s cock slide down the crack and bumped something. Erik held onto himself and began to explore what the crack of a man’s ass felt like. He slid his cock head up and down Erik’s greased-up crevice realizing as he did so, how good it felt to be caressed by those hard muscles and being enveloped by the heat coming off Erik’s backside.

Before he could do or say anything more, Erik reached around behind him, grabbed a hold of Johnny’s erection, and guided it directly to the spot. The pick puckered entrance to his inside. “Yeah, Johnny. I want you in there.”

“Well okay then.” Erik grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at the spot Erik had guided him to. He leaned in, feeling even more heat from Erik, until what he thought was an impenetrable hole, until Erik opened it allowing him full access. Johnny’s bulbous knob popped through, making Erik lurched forward a bit. But before Johnny could ask if he was alright, Erik pushed right back on it, making Erik slide further in. Erik shifted making small back-and-forth strokes until finally, Erik shouted, “Fuck me, Officer. Pound my ass.”

As Eric began what he knew well how to do, he was astonished and how tightly Erik’s ass grabbed onto him. How hot it was inside a man. This man, Erik. His mind started to ask himself all kinds of questions as he pistoned in and out of Erik. But when Erik shouted again, “Fuck me harder, Officer,” Johnny did what he was told.

Fucking a man was phenomenal! So intense. So free. No inhibitions. Just pounding Erik the way he demanded. Johnny lost all thoughts. He was driven solely by the pleasure of the ass he was riding. He grabbed a hold of Erik’s hips and getting for balance and leverage, his hips pistoned even faster than he thought possible.

“Yeah! Just like that! Fuck this bad boy. Give me what I deserve.! Do it! More!” Erik groaned and snarled s litany of instructions detailing his needs to be taken over and his will to submit to anything Johnny wanted.

Johnny, for his part, had no clue what most of those things meant or even how to do any of them. He just kept fucking breathlessly until finally, he felt his orgasm start. From the tips of his toes, all the way up his body, he knew he was going to blow any second. And when he did, Erik clenched his butt hole making his ass clench tightly around Johnny’s spurting prick as his juices exploded inside Erik’s hungry ass. Johnny let out a balls-deep moan that got louder and louder with every squirt of jizz, soaking Erik’s insides.

When he knew he was done, Johnny leaned over and hugged Erik’s back, wrapping his arms around his belly. He didn’t pull out. He never liked to even with his wife. He knew the body beneath him would expel him soon enough. His embrace helped him stay connected to Erik, his first man, for as long as he could.

Finally, after several long, wonderful moments, Johnny’s prick softened and slid out. Erik rolled over onto his back and grinned up at Johnny’s astonished face. When Johnny saw Erik, glowing beneath him, he leaned down and kissed him lightly. He pulled up and looked deeply into Erik’s eyes. There was something there, he wasn’t sure what, but he sure felt it deep in his gut. He leaned in again and this time the kiss was deep, passionate, almost… loving. He sank onto the bed laying on top of Erik, their bodies sliding around, lubed from their sweat, as they kissed, It was nothing he ever experienced or done before. He lifted his head to take a breath and whispered, “Erik… did you cum too? I mean I…”

Erik knew what he was thinking and burst in with, “You betcha.”

But then Erik realized, Erik was hard. “You did? But you’re…”

Erik chucked and said, “Oh he’s back for more. I’m lying in the first round doncha know? My back is all gunked up with round one.”

Johnny laughed as he slid down Erik’s body until Erik’s cock was lying there beneath his face. Without hesitation, he went right down on him and sucked his cock right in. He vigorously bounced up and down on it until Erik warned him, “I’m going to blow there Johnny.” That didn’t dissuade Johnny at all. He kept right at it until he tasted the tang of Erik’s jizz. Johnny’s slurped it up savoring every bit.

“Was that okay?” Johnny asked shyly.

Erik giggled and said, “Well you got some didn’t you?” Then shyly he apologized saying, “Not much left in there after the first round. Sorry about that.”

Johnny scooted up and lay down by Erik’s side. “I don’t know anything about how much or whatever. That was my first time.” Then he chuckled as he said, “I’ve never tasted another guy’s spunk before. Just me own.”

“What’d you think? Tasty am I?”

Johnny cracked up and said, “See for yourself.” He leaned in and kissed Erik again, this time, shoving his tongue between his lips and swirling it around in there.”

When they broke apart again, Erik quipped, “Yum! Still as good as the first time.” He wrapped his arms around Johnny pulling him in tight as they both laughed at themselves and the feeling they gave each other.

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

The light slowly dawned through the open window waking Johnny up from a deep slumber. When he rolled over and saw where he was and who he was with, he started, “Oh my god!’

Erik stretched out beside him and said, “You stayed?”

“I must have fallen asleep,” Johnny said incredulous of the situation he found himself in. “I gotta get outa here.” He pulled back the covers to get out of bed when Johnny yanked his arm pulling him back.

“Hang on there partner,” Erik said. Nodding his head down toward, Johnny’s crotch he said, “I can’t let you leave looking like that now can I?”

Of course, Johnny had his usual morning wood poking up, making himself know. Without a moment’s hesitation, Erik went right down on it, ravenously sucking in his engorged cock. Relishing the taste and feel of Johnny as he got going.

All Johnny could say to soothe his guilty conscious was, “I can’t… I… oh my god… what’s Dotty going to say?”

Erik pulled off for a second and asked, “You going to tell her? I’m not.” And he dropped down and went at it again.

By now, Erik started pulling out all the stops. Knowing this was some urgency for Johnny to get home. Yet for Erik, his worship was boundless. The drunken state he was in last night, had helped him release his inhibitions then and now. He continued to suck, and slurp, and love every minute of pleasuring this man’s cock.

With a shout and a long groan, Johnny emptied his balls of all his morning seed. Erik swallowed as fast as he could, not wanting to miss a drop of the sweet tang of Johnny’s semen. He wanted to remember the taste of him long past his departure. Johnny’s member slowly softened in Erik’s mouth. Though Johnny was drained, Erik didn’t stop his oral ministrations, enjoying his own pleasures from giving service. Even when Johnny was completely limp, he relished the feel and the quivering shakes of Johnny’s body, along with his pleas, “Stop. Stop. Oh shit, Erik. Please stop. Oh god. Oh fuck. Stop. Ah. Oh. Erik, please.”

And with that last plea, Erik released him, letting that soft penis slide out through his lips. He leaned back, took a big swallow, then smacked his lips. He reached over to embrace Johnny’s whole package and kissed it all over and under while he running his hands up and down Johnny’s quivering legs.

Johnny shook all over, shaking the bed. Erik chuckled and grabbed him, holding his body against his. Johnny lowered his hands and held Erik’s head. The two men stayed like that for several minutes, silently looking into each other’s faces.

Finally, Johnny pushed Eric off him and stood. No longer wobbly from his orgasm, Johnny felt drunk almost from this morning’s sex. In two or three swift moves, Johnny pulled back the covers, rolled over to his side of the bed, and stood. He grinned down at Erik’s smiling face, happy that that look was because of him.

Johnny stepped back and leaned against the wall and for the first time, he took in all of Erik’s body, muscle, hair, and semi-erect cock. This long slow perusal surprised him, as he had never thought of appreciating another man’s nakedness before, never mind one in this state. Locker room nudity aside, this kind of nakedness, and the awe of another man, was new. Everything he felt this morning and did last night was new. The fact that it even happened was a huge surprise, that Erik would let him do this to him. But the biggest shock was how much he enjoyed it. It was better than any sex he’d ever experienced.

Erik’s voice woke him from his thoughts. He stood there facing Johnny now. “I’m glad you stayed, even though you didn’t plan it. It’s been a while since slept beside someone. It was nice.”

Johnny didn’t answer. He stepped close to Erik, reaching for him. Erik stepped into those offered arms and was held in Johnny’s tight embrace. Johnny didn’t really know what he was expected to say now. All he knew was, after an experience like that, he had to touch Erik, to hold him close for just a little while, before leaving and getting on with the day.

When both their bodies started to react to that embrace, Johnny pulled away and said, “OK then.” He reached down and pulled up his briefs and pants, tucked in his shirt, and buckled himself up. Erik watched, memorizing Johnny’s every movement. When he was fully dressed, Johnny grabbed Erik by the shoulders, and kissed him, on the lips. It lasted a moment longer than necessary. Then Johnny turned and hurried down the stairs.

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

I’ve been messaging This guy on Grindr for a couple weeks. Today is the day that we meet up at a motel for the first time. We both live far away from each other so we picked this motel so we could fuck all day and finally fuck.

I knock on the door to room six in a big tall black man open the door and he’s got the biggest grin on his face. He is he answers the door with nothing but a shirt on And gray sweatpants with no underwear underneath.

Still smiling, he says to me and grabs me by the shoulders. I quiver in his arms as he pulls me into the room. He looks even better in person. I was only 21 when we met up I was still in college. His name was Sean.

He was 54. He was 6’7” and i was only 5’4”. I felt so small in his big muscled arms. On scruff, we would text all the time about all the stuff we would do to each other. We would talk about how I wanted him to bend me over in public and fuck my boi pussy for everyone to see.

I would beg him for his BBC over text while I fucked myself with a dildo just to try and feel him inside me. But today I’m not luckiest boy alive because now I get to fuck his huge black cock. He pulled me into the room.

All the sheets were pulled off the bed and there was a bottle of lube there. Next to the lube, he had an array of dildos all different sizes. “Are those all for me?” I asked. Shawn answered of course, baby boy.

Daddy’s gonna play with your boy pussy all day. Plus you gotta get ready for all the other cocks. I’m gonna invite over to fuck you.” This was a surprise to me, but I wasn’t against it. Shawn walked in front of me and paused.

He then started to takeoff his shirt underneath where  huge hard pecs with defined abs leading to his massive bulge. I couldn’t help but stare with my mouth open. Shawn asked “do you like what you see baby boi?”. before I could answer, he pulled down his underwear and gray sweatpants.

His full erect 12 inch black cock swung out with a little bit of pre-cum dripping off the tip. I was in shock. I quickly took off my shirt and my pants to reveal my shaved ass and my tight little jockstrap.

I got on my knees and I put his huge tip in my mouth to get all that precum. He let out a massive moan and said “there go baby get it all suck that big black cock daddy’s been wanting to fuck you all day”. And I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and he let out and even deeper moan.

I got to about 6” and he then he grabbed my head and pushed me further. I started choking on his fat cock. My eyes were tearing up, but he wouldn’t let go. He just told me to shush and take it to suck his cock trying to get further further down his shaft. I got to 8”. Then I choked on his cock and had to pull off.

When I took my mouth off his cock, a huge trail of spit followed my face and chest was covered with saliva and pre cum. My eyes were tearing up and I was out of breath. I looked at Shawn’s cock and it was covered with my spit and throbbing.

Shawn started laughing. “good job baby boy but you gotta keep going you got daddy all riled up now.” Shawn said. Shawn then grabbing my ears and put me right back on his cock and this time I took it straight to the balls.

His entire cock was down my throat and then he started to throat. Fuck me kept choking on his shaft, but he didn’t let go and just kept fucking my face, there were spit in tears coming all down my face onto my chest and you could hear my moaning from the other room, but Continued to face fuck me. Then I felt his cock convulse in the back of my throat.

Shawn held my head against the shaft so tight as he moaned. I felt waves of cum pouring down my throat. Shawn let out a huge Grown said “fuck baby first load of the day you’re such a good boy”.

Of course, I swallowed every drop of his cum, and he pulled out. His cock still covers my saliva still so erect, he pointed to the bed and told me to get on. I laid on my back and held my legs behind my head, presenting my hole for daddy.

Shawn walked on top of the bed and stood in front of his huge, wet, cock dripping onto my hole below. Shawn grabbed my legs and lowered himself onto me. His cock was rubbing up against my asshole as he kissed me, passionately my hole was convulsing, pulsing, anticipating him fucking me.

As he was kissing me, I grabbed his cock and directed it into my pussy. I felt him moan into my mouth as his tip penetrated my pussy lips. my hole immediately opened up to accept his big black cock. Then once Shawn was got his tip inside

He pushed his whole shaft into me, still kissing me, making me scream into his mouth. I felt like I was getting torn apart. His cock was massive. He said it was 12 inches but it looked more like 15 and it was thick like a beer can. Once he buried his Balls deep into my pussy, he slowly pulled it out completely before showing it right back in.

He began fucking me long, deep strokes. I felt every inch of his big black cock as he invaded my asshole. I kept screaming and moaning, all while, still kissing him on his juicy lips. then he pulled away and said “get ready baby daddy‘s about to fucking wreck this pussy“.

He then started to pound my ass, so fucking fast clapping so loud and he got so deep into my pussy. I started to scream again. I’ve never felt like this before. This was the biggest cock I’ve ever taken, I was in heaven. This continued for about 20 minutes Until Shawn heard the door ring.

He yelled put “come in its open”. I looked past Shawn to the door. Three men walked in two were black and one was white with a beard. They were all huge they were muscled Studs built like bodybuilders. I saw them smiling at me as they saw Shawn pounding my asshole.

Introduced themselves. One said “hey baby im marcus…” He was 6’2” with big juicy muscles, he was bulking so he was huge. I looked down to see he had a 10” cock peaking through his shorts “…this is cliff” he continued”. Cliff said “hey” and waved at me while pulling out his cock with his other hand.

He was 6’4” with a deep voice. He had a nice stubble beard with huge hairy pecs and a happy trail along his tight abs leading right to his 12” long BWC. His was a little less thick than shawns but curved to the left, that got me very excited. I think cliff saw i was excited because he gave me a big grin.

The last guy said “im darryl” as he pulled out is meaty flaccid cock and shoved it in my mouth. He was 6’ and stocky but still so muscular. He was smiling down at me as i choked on his cock willingly.

Shawn pulled out and left my hole gaping. He said “whos next”. Marcus immediately  grabbed my legs and shoved his tip agains my hole. He was much girthier than shawn. I tried to whimper but was sucking Darryls massive bbc. SEE PART 2

It’s 1968, and Ivan Koloff is in a good mood when we meet up in the locker room of his personal gym. Though I know his real name is different, I refer to him as he was billed in the IWA ring. I respect the sport of professional wrestling enough to respect the characters in it—and, as a journalist, it would be foolish to lose access to these wrestlers through some haphazard attempt to expose the business. I also have no particular interest in pissing off a 290 pound monster, whether he’s actually from Ukraine or from Montreal.

“My girlfriend’s not here,” he says, “which means she can’t stop me from being myself.”

He smiles as he wipes broad shoulders with a towel. He’s just finished working out. I never saw him smile in the ring, so I find myself disarmed by his glow, his good nature. He’s just finished a stint as champion of IWA and there’s rumors that he might sign with Vince McMahon’s WWWF in the coming year. When I introduced myself as a journalist backstage at the most recent IWA show, it was to follow up on those rumors. I didn’t expect the invite to his personal gym, and now that I stood there in the shadow of the bear, I still don’t quite believe this is real.

“But you know what?” Ivan continues, as we walk through the locker room together. I’m writing quickly, and trotting to keep pace with him. “I always do what I want, anyways. That’s why I’m a champion everywhere I go, you know?”

We enter the gym—it has a lot of machines and free weights, and a large wrestling ring in the center. The walls are painted blue and there are posters on them that say things like: “Train hard!” “Fight like a bear!” “Stay on top!” Ivan tells me he wants to look good for the camera—he’s got his shirt off now, exposing his chest full of black, curly hair. He flexes his arm, and muscles ripple under his skin. His triceps are like boulders, bundled with power. Ivan’s so pumped up right now that I’m half-expecting him to try to tackle me.

As we talk, I notice that Ivan keeps glancing over at me. At first, I think it’s just curiosity, but then I realize he’s scanning me, sizing me up and down. “You know,” he says, “you look pretty tough.”

“T-thanks,” I stop writing. I do work out, but I’m nothing compared to him. Such a compliment from such a man feels unearned. “But you’re the toughest guy around.”

Ivan laughs. “But I have to say, you look like you’ve taken some bumps.”

I’m shocked. This is inner lingo—I know what a ‘bump’ is in wrestling context, but only from my investigations. It’s the term for taking a wrestling move, usually a slam. “Oh, no. Not me.”

Ivan chuckles, beaming a smile that borders patronizing. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never wrestled before!”

“I haven’t,” I say. “I mean, I just write about wrestling, and I try to stay fit. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

“Well, why don’t we spar a little bit? I’ll give you a crash course in what it means to wrestle.”

My chest swells in surprise. “Really?”

“Sure! You’ve got a nice physique. You won’t say no to the great Koloff, would you?”

“Oh, I’d love to!” I’m somewhere between flattered and intimidated. “Thanks, Ivan!”

***

Ivan and I are sitting side-by-side in the ring. He’s wearing a pair of blue shorts and nothing else. I remove my shirt, down to nothing but my own nylon shorts and sneakers. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in a real wrestling ring, and my whole body comes alive with a tingling excitement.

“So,” Ivan says, leaning back and stretching his arms wide. “What do you think so far?”

“This is great!” I exclaim. I’ve worked up a sweat from our opening drills. “I’ve got a bit of a rush now.”

“Well, you should,” he strokes his beard. “That’s the whole point.”

Ivan gives me a few pointers on how to hold my arms before locking up, and how to move in the ring. It takes me a while to figure out the rhythm of it all, but eventually I start to get the hang of it.

“Okay,” Ivan says, “now let’s try something else.”

Ivan grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around. I feel dizzy for a moment, but then I’m able to catch my balance again. He leads me through a series of different holds, showing me how to use my legs and feet to escape certain moves. These positions are, to my surprise, more amateur than professional, more grounded than the theatrical, punch-kick affair of an IWA ring.

We rise. He grabs my shoulders again. We lock up.

“And here,” he says with a gruff much deeper, much more in line with the villain he is in the ring, “let’s see if you can get me to the ground and pin me.”

I stand facing Ivan, who’s still holding onto my shoulders. I try to push him away, but he just grins and shakes his head. I try to step back, but Ivan grabs me by the wrists and pulls me forward. He shoves me into the ropes, and I bounce off into his waiting arms. Ivan hooks his forearms under my pits and hip tosses me. I land on my side, and before I can even register the pain of his throw, he pins me there, his weight pressing down on my chest as he hooks my leg. I see lights behind the shadow of hairy flesh, and little else. “There you go,” he says. “Now how do you like that?”

I gasp for breath. I suppose in a normal match the pinned opponent should try and get out, but I’m just there, hooked and pinned by The Bear Himself. I’m panting, mesmerized by his strength and technique. “You’re amazing!” I manage to gasp.

“Aw, don’t get all excited,” Ivan laughs. “I’m just doing what I do best.”

“Yeah, and you’re great at it…” I say with a reflexive honesty that I perhaps should’ve reigned in a little.

Ivan nods and unhooks my leg. We’re laying next to each other. On the mat, on our sides, facing each other—it feels strangely intimate. “Maybe so, but there’s a world of tricks that are better than this. I still have a lot of ways to win that I haven’t had the chance to try in the ring yet.”

I’m excited—is this guy about to tell me an industry secret? “Like what?”

His face melts into a smirk.

Ivan reaches down and grabs my hips. He turns me over and pushes me down on my stomach. His bicep wraps around my throat and his hand strokes the back of my neck. Ivan leans down and presses his lips against my ear. “Can you guess what this is?” he asks.

I try to answer, but as his bicep coils close, my voice is strained, spittle filled.

“It’s called a sleeper hold. It’s one of the most powerful holds in wrestling, and it’s not easy to break out of. This isn’t locked in, of course. I wouldn’t do that to you out of nowhere…” his breath flickers, ashy, “…unless you asked nicely, of course.”

I shudder at his heavy breath at my nape.

“N-no thanks,” I stammer.

“Probably wise,” he laughs, lets me go, and pulls me up. The world blurs a little, but I regain my senses.

“There’s probably easier holds to get out of, maybe we should start with them,” Ivan says. “Things that a beginner like you can practice.”

“What do you recommend, Ivan?” I ask.

Ivan’s dark eyes turn upwards in thought. “Hmm… Well, first I’d suggest you work on your escapes. You need to learn to get out of those holds. And you’ll also want to learn some basic take-downs, because if you ever end up in a match with me, you might find yourself pinned. Of course, I think you’ll always be pinned by me, no matter how hard you work. But I’m sure you’ll give it your best shot.”

I’m unsure if he’s starting to insult me now. He’s a champion and clearly skilled regardless of the reality of the IWA, so I suppose he’s allowed to do that. I take it in stride. “Okay, I’ll work on my escapes.”

Ivan looks at me for a moment, then bursts out laughing. “You think it’s that easy?”

I hesitate. Did I say something wrong? “Why not?” I ask, then reconsider. “It’s not easy, no, but I can work at it, like you said.”

Ivan grins. “Well, we can test that right now. What hold of mine do you think you can escape?”

I remember that Ivan won his last match in the IWA with a bearhug. I never believed in the validity of this move—there’s just too many ways to get out, I think. “How about I try to escape your bearhug?”

Ivan looks away for a bit, crossing his arms. “Well, I don’t know if a little man like you could handle it.”

Getting called a “little man” might’ve annoyed me if it were anyone else, but this is the Great Bear himself. I think Ivan Koloff can call me any names he wants.

He chuckles and takes a step closer to me. “But maybe you can. You’ll have to show me, little man.”

He steps in close and wraps an arm around my waist. He brings his other hand up and rests it on my shoulder. I look up at him. He’s smiling down at me, and he has this mischievous glint in his eye.

“Ready?” Ivan asks.

My hand shakes anxiously as I plan my possible escapes. “Ready.”

Ivan Koloff leans down and kisses me. His mouth opens wide, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I feel myself falling deep and fast, as though I have been shot from a cannon. My head, my heart flutters as his kiss deepens. When he pulls off my face, it’s with a loud, wet pop. I feel dizzy.

“Ivan…” I pant. “…that’s not a bear hug.”

“You’re right,” he chuckles. I feel the rumble of his voice between our bodies. “It’s a kiss.”

Ivan squats down. I feel his arms lock behind the small of my back. He squeezes tight around my waist and lifts me up. My feet dangle above the ground. I can barely breathe. I can’t see anything but Ivan’s dark eyes staring at me. I feel his hot breath on my cheek.

“But if you want a bear hug,” Ivan growls, “I can give you that, too. I’m very good at that.”

I am held fast in Ivan’s grip and it’s the first time I realize that he smells faintly of sour beer. His breath is hot against my ear and his balled hands press down on my back. I am pressed up against Ivan’s chest—his flesh and chest hair are damp with sweat. My face feels hot and flushed. I want to cry out, but the pressure around me makes this impossible. I have never been held so tightly in all my life. The pain is unreal, and sudden. I scream. Ivan laughs. He squats and lowers me to the mat, letting my body melt to the floor. I lie there gasping for air.

“Ivan, please…”

“Mmm, you’re so cute when you beg, little man,” Ivan says. He lets go of the hug, and my hips drop with a thud. “And you’re going to be begging a lot more before this night is through.”

Ivan grabs my chin and tilts my head up. His dark eyes stare into mine. “How long do you think you can handle my hug, little man?”

He grips my wrists and pins them against the mat and nibbles at my neck. His beard scratches at me, and sends electricity across my body. He growls and sucks and kisses along my neck, and when satisfied, scoops me back into his arms. He squeezes, and I whimper in pain.

“Oh, you’ll like this, little man,” Ivan whispers in my ear. “This how a bear shows his love.”

He lifts me high, and is crushing my pelvis in-between his pecs. It hurts so much, but, with my nylon shorts pressed tightly against his hairy chest, I discover there’s another feeling besides pain that you can get from the friction of a bear hug.

“Ivan…” I gasp.

“What?” Ivan’s brow crimps. “Do you want this to stop?”

I swallow hard. “No, I just…”

Ivan’s voice drops to a low, pleased growl. “Ah, so you do want more. Good.”

And he starts squeezing me again, and bouncing me up and down, and I start humping the valley of his hairy chest. I’m moaning and whimpering and groaning, but I can’t help myself.

Ivan laughs. “You are such a little slut, little man,” he says. “A real bear cub. You’ll learn your place.”

Ivan throws me onto the mat. I hit it with a thud, and fall to the side.

“You thought you could just escape my finisher so easily, but look at you, humping in it like a bitch in heat,” Ivan scolds me, pacing around my crumpled body. “Now, what should we do to teach you some proper respect, little man?”

I look up at him, my words slurred. “I’m sorry, Ivan… I didn’t mean anything…”

Ivan grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to my feed. He stands up straight and reaches down. He touches my groin and I become aware of the sensation of heat rising between my legs. I moan. I can’t believe I’m actually getting excited from this! I never thought I would enjoy being humiliated and used, but Ivan is doing things to me that no one ever has.

I whimper incomprehensibly, which just seems to make Ivan grope me harder.

His thick fingers rub up and down my bare thigh. He grabs the front of my shorts and rips them down, revealing my gray jockstrap.

“Please, Ivan,” I plead.

Ivan growls. “Please, what? You hump my pecs when the great Koloff applies his finisher. I should show you what a real bear does to disobedient cubs.”

He slaps his hands around the small of my back and pulls me towards his front. Our bulges smash into each other. I’m panting, and he’s staring me down like a piece of meat. His heavy breathing is hot on my face

“Oh God…” I whisper.

My voice cracks. He silences me with a squeeze. He presses his body against mine, grinding his hips into my jockstrap as he crushes my lower back. He’s so strong! I feel the force that’s ended so many matches compress around me. He lifts me up and jerks my body around, grunting with each swing.

“Ow, ow, ow, ohhh, owww!” I scream.

“Now, you’re going to beg for mercy, little man,” Ivan snarls. “Beg for it like a good little bitch until you can’t take it anymore.”

I whimper and shake my head. I push my hands into his hairy chest in some feeble attempt to power out of the hold, but Ivan just keeps tightening his grip.

I pant and grunt. I thrash about, but Ivan just squeezes tighter. My jockstrap bulge gets squashed and smeared into Ivan’s stomach, and I fear what he might do to me if I were to cum on him. Between the pain and pleasure, I don’t know which more is closer to its limit.

“Ivan, please, I’m sorry,” I sob. “I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”

“Mmm, that’s right,” Ivan says. “That’s right. You’re a good little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!” I say quickly. I need release. Release from his hold, release for my hardening cock. “I’m a good little bitch!”

He gives me what I need. Ivan releases his bear hug. I fall backwards into the mat, covered in sweat, grabbing my lower back in excruciating pain. He grins down at me, and then he grabs me by the hair again. This time, he doesn’t let go. He drags me across the mat and out of the ring. I’m crawling on my hands and knees just to keep up with him. I have no idea what he’s planning, and have no thoughts of inquiring or suggesting.

Ivan drags me over to a steel chair. It’s a simple fold-able chair, the kind you see at any small wrestling show. Ivan sits down in it and pulls me across his lap. I’m facing away from him, so I can’t even look him in the eye, can’t see the expression or intent of his face. I try to wriggle free, but Ivan holds me tight. He starts spanking me with his big, calloused hands.

I wail in surprise.

“Shut up, you little bitch!” Ivan snaps as he attacks my rear.

“Ow! Ow!” I cry out reflexively. My legs kick and jerk with each swat.

Ivan snarls. “You’re not allowed to speak unless I tell you to. Now, I’m going to punish you until you understand your place in my ring. Is that clear?”

I tremble and quietly say, “Yes, Sir.”

I’m completely naked except for my jockstrap, and laid bare across the lap of one of the greatest beasts wrestling would ever know. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. Ivan steadies me and keeps my upper body held down with one strong, commanding arm. His other rubs across each of my cheeks, feeling out how much surface area he has to play with.

I’m shivering. I’m shaking all over. I’m crying. I’m terrified.

“Shhh,” Ivan whispers. “Don’t make a sound or you’ll be punished even harder.”

I bite my bottom lip to muffle my fear.

“Good girl,” Ivan murmurs. “You’re learning.”

He starts slapping my bare butt again with his palm. He does it hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He’s testing my flesh, trying to find the tender spots. I hold still as much as I can, partly out of obedience, partly out of survival instinct.

“Are you going to behave?” Ivan asks.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

He slaps my bare bottom with a measured strike. It makes a loud snap that echoes in the gym, then he does it again, and again, keeping pace until my skin turns red, hot and tender. The feeling spreads down between my legs, making them clench together tightly. He occasionally tugs on one of the straps across my rear, pulling it to its maximum strength, then lets it snap back to my flesh.

“No more of that ‘sir’ business,” Ivan says. “Call me Master. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I say.

Ivan slaps my ass again. I swallow my cry.

“Now, you listen to me,” Ivan says. “You may be a weakling sissy boy, but I want the best for you. You will obey me, and I’ll make you strong. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I say.

Ivan stops his assault on my ass, eventually. He spends a moment to push my cheeks up, let them fall, and then push them again. He’s bouncing my cheeks now with light strokes, and just watching the flesh jiggle in his touch.

“How do you feel?” Ivan asks.

“It stings, Master,” I moan. It’s true—he’s struck me so hard that even his light touch stings.

Ivan grabs a cheek hard. “Do you want to be punished again?”

I wince. There is a part of me that almost wants to say yes. I’ve become an inferno of need, spreading out of control.

Ivan slaps my butt again. This time, he smacks it harder than before. My hips jerk reflexively.

“I see…” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

Ivan rubs his hands across my reddened rump and makes a contemplative noise.

“Tell me why you’re sorry.”

“I was being disrespectful, Master. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm. It is true that you apologized to the great Ivan Koloff for your disrespect. However,” he smacks my rear again, “is there not something else you need to apologize for?”

My eyes dart around. I don’t know what I’ve done—I’m terrified to answer incorrectly, but I’m even more scared to say nothing at all.

“If you don’t tell me, you’ll be punished again,” Ivan says. “And if you keep doing things you shouldn’t, you’ll be punished again. And if you keep on apologizing, you’ll be punished again. And again. And again. Until you get the point.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong, Master!” I’m confused, and horny, and tired, and at my wits end with dizziness and pain.

Ivan lifts his hand slowly, but high enough that I can feel his weight shift in the chair. He strikes my cheek after a long delay with his hardest force yet, and I buck against his quads and cry out in pain. There was no way I could silence myself.

“Did that give you any clues?” Ivan asks.

Tears stream down my cheek. Ivan sighs, and flips me over. My jockstrap is working overtime to keep my hard-on contained, and is failing miserably.

“It’s this thing,” Ivan has the voice of an exasperated professor. He nonchalantly grabs my dick through the jockstrap and starts to rudely tug it up and down. There’s no subtlety or tease—he just grips me by the base and starts pumping me through the rough fabric. “The only reason you’re getting hard is because you’re a weak little sissy boy. You need to learn how to control your body better around real men like me.”

His hand glides over my chest slowly, but then reaches my throat and clamps down. I can feel his grip on my windpipe is controlled. He knows that it is this power over me that has brought me to meet him, and to now lust over him. “I never gave you permission to get hard in my bear hug,” he said. “And if you do so again, well, I’ll have to punish you again, won’t I? I think you and I should spend a lot of time together, exploring all the ways you need to be punished.”

His leg is starting to bounce. My balls ache as his hand slaps and strokes my dick with reckless abandon. He pumps me, and I feel like he knows the burn that the tight, rough jockstrap fabric is causing me. I think he likes the cocktail of confused expressions on my face. I’m losing control of my body, and of myself. 

“What are you thinking about, sissy boy?” Ivan asks.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, Master Koloff…” I whimper, “I’m gonna cum in my jockstrap.”

“Oh? Well, good,” He pulls his hand away from my throat and releases my crotch. “But I can’t have you cumming in your jockstrap. So I’ll have to punish you.”

It is clear to me now that everything I do deserves punishment from Ivan Koloff. It is not a fear or crime, but just a fact.

He grabs me under the armpits and lifts me up into the air. My dick aches and burns and leaks. Ivan sets me back down in his lap, my bare cheeks at his crotch, my jockstrap-bulge firm against his stomach. He brings his hands slowly behind my back, and locks his eyes with mine. I know what’s about to happen, and this time, and only this time, am I ready.

“We will learn so much together,” he says, his lips mere centimeters from mine, hovering, but never quite touching, “about how good my bearhug is.”

He starts pulsing his grip around my back, bringing us chest to chest repeatedly. The force of his grip, even when seated, is almost too much for me, and I’m certain he knows it. His hold is unbreakable. I’m helpless, and I’m trapped.

Ivan’s nods knowingly. I can’t move my hips—I’m pinned to his waist. “You’re weak. So weak for me, aren’t you, sissy boy?”

He keeps crushing me into his torso. I can’t breathe. I can’t fight. All I can do is groan in agony as my ever-dampening jockstrap gets ground against Ivan’s abs.

“Yes, Master!” I cry out, letting my hips buck with what little room the pulse of his squeezes give.

Ivan laughs. “You’ve given in to your weakness. You’ve lost control of yourself. That’s why you’re crying now, isn’t it?”

I can’t answer. I can’t speak. Tears just gush out of me.

“Yes, you’re crying. It’s okay to cry, sissy boy. Cry for me. Just like it’s okay to cum in your jockstrap. Master gives you permission.”

My tear-filled eyes roll back into my head. He pulses his arms into my back over, and over, and over again. One more jerk into his body, one more squeeze of his forearms against my ribs, and it’s over. I start shooting and staining my jockstrap. My head collapses against his heaving, hairy chest. Ivan laughs at me. I’d feel more shame if I wasn’t in the throes of one of the most insane orgasms I’ve ever had.

Ivan picks me up, gently cradling me against his body. His hands slip under the band of my jockstrap, and he orders me to take them off and hand them to him. I comply, my head swiveling, unsure of what he has in mind.

Ivan smacks my ass, sending a jolt through my body. It wakes me, briefly, from my stupor.

He holds up my jockstrap, and shoves the darkened stain my orgasm made into my face. “Your jockstrap is ruined. Do you understand? These don’t just grow on trees.”

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

He caresses my cheek with a big hand. “You’ll have to train with me until we can keep you from making a mess.” He balls up the fabric and shoves it into my willing, obedient mouth. My eyes glaze over as the taste of my salty submission and rough cotton forces my jaws wide.

“No spitting this out,” he warns. “Go walk to your car like this and leave.”

I nod silently. I can’t speak through the gag, but he knows I agree without needing words. I stumble in a daze, trembling, my dripping, spent cock staining the floor with dots of shame.

“Next week, same time,” Ivan commands. “Make sure you bring a fresh strap, sissy boy.”

Ivan steps back and walks away. I push through the exit doors, and feel the cool air caress my naked, spanked, crushed, abused flesh. The parking lot is long, longer than it was before, but the cover of night gives me at least some slight sanity. I am not sure how many pairs of jockstraps I have at home, but I’m already thinking about their future.

Jimmy’s Bar & Grill
Later that same evening, 6:30 pm.

Pete walked into his kitchen wondering why he wasn’t smelling supper cooking. Then he saw the note from his wife, Peggy. “Just a reminder, I’m at choir practice tonight. Me and the girls went to Tilly’s instead of cooking. (I knew you wouldn’t remember. You never do.)” It was signed with a big lipstick kiss at the bottom. Pete smiled at his crazy wife. “So what do I do now,” he said out loud. After what just happened, he needed a drink and some good food. “So Jimmy’s it is.” He walked out the back door, got in his car, and drove over to Jimmy’s Bar & Grill. A relatively new place in town, Jimmy’s opened just about a year ago. Jimmy Lund wasn’t new to town but this was his first restaurant and from all the gossip about his new business, it was quite good.

Pete was glad to see that for a new place, it was pretty packed. “Train people,” explained Junior, the bartender. “Brings in good business with people returning home from St. Paul. Though it’s weird not to know any of them. Seeing as how this is a small town, I expect to recognize faces.” Junior and Pete had gone to school together, though Pete was three years older. They played basketball together and got to know each other pretty well over the years.

Pete laughed at Junior’s observations as he took his first sip of his ice cold Schmidt’s. He looked around himself and didn’t know a soul in the place. Crystal, Junior’s Mom, and Joan, Jimmy’s wife, came over to say their “hello-how-are-you?”s. Neither woman had time to chat much seeing that they were quite busy.

Pete sat there by himself, watching the crowd and Junior hustling around making their drinks. He kept thinking about Nial and… swimming. He laughed at himself as he tried not to admit what he’d let Nial do to him, just about an hour ago. He had no idea that putting your dick in a guy’s mouth (and him letting you!) was such a common thing. His dad had told him it wouldn’t be hard to find a guy who’d let you and who wanted to, Pete presumed. Pete thought his Dad was nuts when they talked about that. Then Pete wondered, ‘So how many of these Brothers are there around here?’ Just as that thought came to him, so did Crystal, delivering his stuffed peppers with homemade sausages and potatoes. “Thanks, Mrs. Lund,” Pete said as she placed his platter down.

“Oh sweetie, you can call me Crystal now that you’re a man.” She patted his shoulders and said, “Tell me how much you love this when I run by here. K?” She rubbed his shoulder a little then hurried off. Pete dug in.

As he sat there wolfing down his meal, Pete heard Junior say, “Hiya, Deputy, how’s tricks tonight?”

Pete hadn’t noticed that the bar was almost full now. He’d been too busy chowing down. And standing right next to him was a tall, beefy guy, who filled out his khaki uniform quite well he noticed, and was pulling out the chair next to him. The Deputy smiled at Pete and asked, “Mind if I sit here?”

“It’s all yours, officer,” Pete said after he swallowed what he was munching on.

As the Deputy sat down he explained, “I’m Deputy Reilly, not an officer, if you don’t mind. But..” Reilly shook his head at himself and sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Just call me Reilly. Everybody else does.”

“Pete Schuster here, officer,” he said with a grin.

“Oh a wise guy, huh?” Reilly said admiring the guy’s nerve. “Which one of those crazy Schuster schmucks do you belong to?”

“Ben.”

“Good for you,” Reilly said, slapping Pete on the back. “You won the lottery on that one. Now your Grandpa and those uncles of yours… I don’t know about them.”

Pete howled laughing. In his mind, it was the other way around. His Dad was the crazy guy always getting into stuff. Has a joke or a story for every occasion. And that is why Pete loved his Dad and they got along so well. A flash went through his mind of his Dad saying he was at that thing last Thursday. Pete picked up his fork and began eating again trying to change the channel running in his head.

Reilly kept up the conversation as he drank and Pete ate. After a while, it clicked that Reilly had a beer. He pointed to his mug and said, “I’m assuming you’re off duty tonight, officer?”

“Nah,” said Reilly. “Quiet night. One beer or three,” he chuckled and poked Pete’s ribs, “won’t hurt.”

Junior was right there. “He’s joshing you, Pete. I wouldn’t serve him if he was still on duty.”

“How do you know I’m not?” Reilly challenged him.

“Cuz you….”

“And you believed me!” Reilly cracked up when he saw Junior’s face. Pete joined in.

Pete finished his meal and gave Crystal his compliments as she scooted by him. He asked Junior what he owed and paid his check. He pushed back his stool and stood. “It’s nice to meet you officer, I’m sure I’ll see you round.”

Pete held out his hand for a handshake and Reilly stood. “Good to meet you too kid.” When they shook hands Reilly held onto Pete’s hand a beat longer and asked in a softer voice, “Are you the kinda guy who likes to help a fella out?” As he said that he popped his thumb over to the opposite side of Pete’s hand, then brought it back again.

Pete hesitated but decided to say, “Ah…sure.” He returned the gesture Reilly just made thinking he was teasing him somehow. ‘What else could it mean?’ thought Pete.

With Pete’s hand still in his, Reilly pulled Pete close and whispered, “I’ll meet you out back, other side of the railroad tracks.” He straightened up, shook Pete’s hand again, the normal way, said goodbye to Junior, and walked out the front door.

Pete turned to say his goodbye to Junior and stopped. The look on Junior’s face was weird. He wasn’t smiling any longer. ‘What’s going on?’ Pete thought. He decided to do what he always would do and gave Junior a smile and a wave and said, “Thanks, Junior. Have a good night.” Junior gave a halfhearted wave and turned away pretending he had to clean glasses. ‘That’s weird,’ Pete thought as he made for the front door.

The parking lot alongside the building went all the way back to the railroad tracks. The trash bins were out that way too, hidden behind a tall fence. Next to the bins was parked the Sheriff’s Department cruiser. Pete figured Reilly must have meant to meet him out by the car. So he walked past his own car and headed for Reilly’s cruiser. But when he got back there, Reilly wasn’t anywhere around.

Then Pete heard a hoarse whisper, “Over here.” It was Reilly’s voice but Pete didn’t see him. He walked to the other side of the track like Reilly said. Then he heard him again. “Over here.” Pete saw the khaki uniform step close to the tracks, then retreat. He headed that way to meet Reilly. ‘What’s with being out here in the dark?’ thought Pete. He was about to ask that question when he got up close to Reilly until he realized that Reilly’s uniform trousers were down around his knees. He looked up and his shirt was opened as well. “What the…?”

“Get over here,” Reilly ordered in his deep rich voice. “I don’t have a lot of time.” Reilly took a couple steps back even further into the pitch black beyond the tracks.

Pete followed him. As Pete’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that Reilly was stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. All of a sudden it hit him He heard Reilly’s voice in his head again saying, “Are you the kinda guy who likes to help a fella out?”

‘I guess this is the help he needed,’ Pete said to himself. Then he had to ask himself, ‘Am I the guy who’s gonna help him out?’ Before last Thursday he knew right away what his answer would be. But since that time he’s had a guy take his dick in his mouth, if fact just earlier this evening. ‘Can I do that?’ He started at Reilly and looked down at what he had in his hand. He couldn’t believe his mind was going there but all he could think now was, ‘I wonder what he tastes like?’

He stepped right up to Reilly who smiled and said, “I really need this brother. Glad I ran into you tonight. I wasn’t sure…”

Pete got down on his knees and looked up at Reilly’s smiling face. Reilly let go of himself and there it was, a thick knobbed prick poking out, staring right at Pete’s mouth. Reilly’s hand came around the back of Pete’s head and guided him up closer. “Take me, buddy,” Reilly said in a low, deep voice. “I know you want it. Give it a taste.”

The pressure on Pete’s head increased pushing him right up against Reilly’s moist knob. Pete looked up at Reilly once more and slowly opened his mouth taking what he could inside. And there it happened. Here was Pete, down on his knees, with a man’s cock in his mouth. His first. The Sheriff’s Deputy no less. ‘It tastes like skin tastes,’ he thought. He tried to slide more in, but couldn’t. He pulled off took a deep breath and went at him again. This time he was able to take a bit more in. He began sliding his tongue around it, remembering a bit of what Nial had done to him. It was the tongue thing that turned him on so fast, so Pete tried more of that on Reilly’s shaft. In response, Reilly groaned. ‘I guess I’m doing alright then,’ Pete thought, congratulating himself.

Reilly grabbed a hold of Pete’s head, one huge paw on each side, holding him still. Then Reilly began to push his prick through Pete’s lips and into his mouth, back and forth, back and forth, again and again. This sure surprised Pete. He wondered, ‘I guess I don’t have to do too much, do I?’

But then Reilly’s thrusts got more intense. With each push, Reilly’s dick banged the back of Pete’s mouth. There were a couple of times Pete almost gagged but when that dick slid back out he took a deep breath. That helped. The last thing he wanted to do was gag or worse, throw up because of the pounding he was getting.

“Suck it,” Reilly commanded, his voice a bit louder. “Suck it good. Do it.” Pete obeyed bouncing up and down on the shaft, sucking as hard as he could. ‘That worked,’ he thought as Reilly made more and more noise. And he wasn’t stopping. It was a good thing they were back here and well hidden, because Pete was sure anybody standing in the parking lot could hear Reilly carrying on.

Then there was a loud grunt, with nothing following it. But suddenly a gush of fluid filled Pete’s mouth. ‘He’s cumming in my mouth,’ Pete cried out in his head. He made lots of “mmm mmm” moans as he took all the Reilly gave him. He pulled off just a bit so he could swallow the river of seed Reilly unleashed in his mouth. After expelling what seemed like a torrent of semen. Reilly suddenly stepped back, his cock popping out of Pete’s mouth. Pete licked his lips reflexively, cleaning up the few drops that escaped. Reilly was already pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt. He tucked it in and zipped it up.

Pete rose and brushed the grit off his knees. When he straightened, Reilly gave him a quick pat on his shoulder and said as he hurried by, “Thanks, brother,” and then was gone. The darkness covered his getaway leaving Pete standing there wondering, ‘That’s it?’

Slowly and carefully, Pete made his way back to his car. As he got to the parking lot he heard voices getting louder. He stopped and hid behind the trash bins. He didn’t need someone seeing him coming back from out by the railroad tracks and asking questions. He heard car doors shut and engines starting. He waited a couple more minutes then stepped back out. In the clear now, he took a deep breath and headed toward his car.

Pete had two thoughts as he drove back home. ‘Well, I did it. I sucked a guy till he came in my mouth.’ A big part of him couldn’t believe he did it. But he did admit to himself that it was his curiosity that made him do it. ‘I mean Nial sucked me off!’ He chuckled at that one. ‘I sure didn’t mind someone like him volunteering to do it. I hope he offers again too!’ Pete laughed at that thought. ‘Wishful thinking, Pete.’ But when Pete thought about the experience with Reilly just now, he wasn’t sure he liked it much.  ‘I prolly won’t do that again if asked. It was the same. Not as mch fun as Nial.’ Then he recalled the conversation he had with his Dad after the blot. ‘I mean, Dad said he tried it when he was my age. But didn’t like it much. And he doesn’t do it now. So I guess it’s OK to say “No”.’

Then he wondered, was it the act itself of being down on his knees and taking a guy’s cock in his mouth, or was it how and where it happened. It wasn’t like him and Nial this afternoon. That was fun. Tonight though, Pete thought it was kind of creepy. ‘What’s with the weird handshake? Does that have something to do with it? And then how he asked me? But the kicker was where we did it. Out past the railroad tracks, in the pitch dark. That was the worst part.’

Having thought all that, Pete decided, ‘I won’t do it like that again, all creepy and dirty. But playing around like with Nial? Yeah, I might. That was more fun.’

Pete was home now. He pulled into the drive and got out to lift the garage door. After he pulled it up and turned to jump back into the car to pull in, Pete realized that all that thinking he’d just done made him incredibly horny. Again. His uncomfortable boner made himself known as he sat back down in the drver seat. He shook his head and said, ‘I think I gotta take a shower before bed tonight.’ While in there, he could take care of himself. Why you ask? Because Wednesday night is Peggy’s choir night, not nooky night. Somehow after singing to the Lord all night, she couldn’t “do the nasty.” Her words not Pete’s. He’d have to wait till Thursday to do it with her. And he sure could not wait thatlong.

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

Paul pulls the car into the parking space outside of Jon’s Joinery. It is only 10am but already hot and he feels sticky as soon as he steps from the comfort of the aircon into the morning sun. Jon’s Joinery is a typical small business unit on slightly rundown industrial park on the outskirts of town. Paul can see the roller door to the unit is closed. But adjacent to it there is a side door with a carefully crafted wooden sign saying ‘Welcome’.

Paul gathers his small collection of papers and laptop from the back seat and heads for the door. He’d emailed the rough plans over yesterday but Jon had called and said it was worth a chat to discuss them in more detail before he could quote. It was a fiddly job to get right; a bespoke folding work table that canter-levered so he could paint with it flat or vertical. So, Paul was happy to meet whoever was to do the job just to suss them out better.

Paul presses the small bell to the side of the door. Through the frosted glass he can make out the shadowy form of a figure approaching. The door opens to reveal what Paul assumes, and now having seen him hopes, is Jon. The figure before him is a man in his late thirties, roughly 6’, slightly rough at the edges with a mop of dark hair and trimmed beard. This is clearly a man used to some physical work rather than hours in some swanky gym. At 38 Paul could easily pass for 35 or even 30 on a good day. He is in good shape himself, hours of long walks following his separation from his partner of 10 years has toned him up. He is slightly more athletic than the man before him but also has a good head of hair and neatly trimmed beard.

To his own annoyance Paul stammers slightly “Hi, hi, eh, I’m Paul I’m looking for Jon”. The man’s face brakes into a half grin and he tips his head slightly as if appraising Paul. “You found him” comes back the slightly gravely reply. He extends his hand looking Paul in the eye. His is a firm masculine handshake and Paul makes sure to return it in equal measure to make up for his stupid stammering introduction. “Come inside out of the sun, can’t say it much cooler though, sorry for the dust I was just sweeping up the workshop”.

Paul follows Jon in, still checking him out, the way his firm arse fills his jeans. Jeans that cover muscular legs and end in big, slightly dusty black work boots. He can see a line of sweat down the back of Jon’s shirt from his exertions with a broom. “Hope you don’t mind dropping in it’s easier to look at the drawings together and just make some decisions quickly. Can I get you a drink, guess it’s too early for a beer?”. “Yeah, I’m good with some water” Paul relies. “No problem, the plans are on the work bench just over the back” Jon points to the back of the workshop. “I’ll be with you in a sec”.

Still a little unsettled by his instant lust for Jon Paul makes his way through a maze of lathes, bench-saws and post-drills to the bench and puts down his laptop. “Chill out will you” he mutters to himself “he’s straight, they are all straight”. He bends over and looks at his own drawings now spread on the bench. He can see notes have been made here and there in a surprisingly neat hand. Clearly had a decent education he thinks as he starts to lose himself in creating an entire fictional backstory for Jon.

“Hear you go”. Jon’s voice startles him he’d been lost in thought and Jon is suddenly stood closely behind him. He reaches round to put the water on the bench behind Paul. Paul can actually smell the sweat. His dick twitches.

Turning to face Jon, Paul is conscious how intently he is looking at him, the slight delay before he speaks. The self-assured manner isn’t arrogant but it leaves Paul slightly unnerved. “So, tell me a bit more about what you are using the table for, I’m think the top may need to be a heaver weight of wood so it’s doesn’t sag, it’s quite long, but it depends what you’re getting up to on it I guess.” That half smile again, the intense look and what is he suggesting with ‘get up to on it’. Paul decides it is wishful thinking on his part but it does suddenly feel even hotter in the workshop.

A trickle of seat runs down Paul’s neck and Jon’s eyes track it into his chest. “If you recommend that it’s thicker wood that’s cool, that’s why I wanted your advice.” “Yeah, I think thicker is better myself”. Jon replies as he pulls a sample of wood off a stack and handes it to Paul. It’s a rod about 8” long 1.5” diameter. “Just as an idea, how’s that for girth?”. It’s Paul’s turn to smirk like a school boy. He runs the shaft between thumb and forefinger effectively wanking the rod. Looking back at Jon, “I’d go with that — for girth, not sure about the length though.” A little more sweat runs down Paul’s neck as Jon smirks a little more. ‘Fuck he’s hot,’ Paul thinks and I’m sure now he’s playing with me – is he, or isn’t he? Does he just think I am a fag and is toying with me? Jon makes a note on the plans whilst Paul contemplates his arse, noting the sweat is now soaking from Jon’s shirt into the top of his jeans. ‘He’s hot, he’s sooooo fucking hot physically and metaphorically’ Paul thinks.

Trying to get a grip Paul moves on. “I’m more concerned about the finish because it could get a bit messy and I need it not to stain”. He looks back at Jon to see his eyebrow rise just a little and a definite smirk. Jon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pouch of tobacco and some papers. Eyeing Paul he starts to roll a smoke contemplating his move in what was now clearly a game for him. “You like getting messy?”. He pattered his pockets looking for a lighter. Paul has been flipping his Zippo in his pocket, it comforts him especially when he is stressed. It also helps to hide his growing hard on. As much to buy himself a second to calculate his move, as to help Jon he pulls out the lighter and offers it to Jon. Jon takes it and is lighting his smoke when Paul relies. “Yeah, I like getting really messy.” ‘Your move mate’ he thinks, looking Jon in the eye.

Jon’s turn to buy time; having sussed that Paul obviously smokes “you having a smoke?”. “Nah wasn’t going to, – unless you wanted me to keep you company?” he replies quickly. He is happy to watch Jon smoke, it just adds to his masculinity. Although cigarettes have never been Paul’s thing. He is startled when Jon shoots back, “yeah, I want you to.” And then, as if to soften the very direct tone “to keep me company”. He unapologetically blows smoke in Paul’s direction. Paul is surprised at the sudden assertiveness, yet obediently reaches into his cargo pants pocket and pulls out a neat half-bent pipe.

The fact that Paul smokes a pipe seems to surprise people perhaps because he looks younger than his years. And Jon is no exception giving Paul a quizzical look as he presses the tobacco tighter into his pipe. Jon offers him back his lighter, “nice pipe, love the smooth finish and the wood grain”. “Thanks” Paul replies as he makes the flame dance across the bowl and fills the air between them with blue pipe smoke. “I’ve never tried it, although I’ve sucked on a few other pipes. Maybe I should try smoking one.”

Game’s back on Paul thinks, does he mean pipe as in blowjob, ‘fair une pipe’, as the French call it? Or is he a stoner smoking little glass pipes? Is he playing with him still or were they now actively flirting? Both men are now facing each other, almost like opponents in a dual, sizing each other up. And now they were definitely parleying.

Jon breaks the brief silence, “so, where were we? Oh yes you were getting messy.” Eye brow raised he looks at Paul. “I wasn’t actually getting messy”. Paul replies a little defensively. “Oh no, you were saying that you like to get really messy. Am I right?” Paul takes a pull on his pipe and quietly replies “that’s right”.

Paul squirms. He feels like he is in dangerous territory, the messy he was referring to certainly isn’t about paint. He’s never admitted his dirty secret to anyone. His new found lust for raunch is something that he’s only explored solo in the privacy of his own bathroom. ‘Either back out now or dive in’, he thinks. Slightly intimidated, but now seriously aroused, Paul almost whispers, “I like to get very dirty; some might say filthy”. Your shot mate…

Through the haze of pipe smoke Paul sees Jon’s face break into a broader grin as he turns back to the plans on the bench. Pressing his hands down on the worktop he seems to tense up like he is trying to make a decision. The atmosphere is now palpably tense in the humid smoky space. And then, to Paul’s amazement, Jon lets rip a long intense fart. Paul’s heart almost stops. It is so unabashed, so deliberate. Jon looks over his shoulder at Paul, eye brows raised looking for a reaction he says, “that’s better, been building for a while and smoking always loosens my bowels.”

Paul is stunned, thinking this guy isn’t even embarrassed for openly farting in front of someone he’s just met, a potential new client. Jon, takes another drag on his cigarette before throwing it into a fire bucket, continues “it’s a fruity one too”. And now Paul too is aware of the pungent smell of Jon’s flatulence. His cock is now at full mast, beginning to leak into his briefs. His breathing is suddenly shallow and fast, heartbeat up. He manages to stammer out an agreement, “yeah, very”. Looking Jon straight in the eye he’s aware that Jon is now stood directly in front of him, right in his personal space. He’s looking straight into Paul’s blue eyes. A serious, almost predatory expression crosses the handsome face. “Ripe, a real ripe one” he says so close Paul can feel his breath on his face. “Do you Like it ripe Paul?”

Paul shivers, more with excitement than fear, you could virtually smell the testosterone in the air between them. He has never been a Submissive, more a 50/50 sort of man. But here, now, he feels slightly subjugated. Unable to meet Jon’s gaze, he looks down at Jon’s boots, “yes” he hears himself whisper as he tokes on his pipe.

Paul hears Jon snigger as he feels Jon’s hand gently but firmly lifting his head from under his chin. With his other hand Jon gently takes the pipe and lighter from Paul and drops them on the bench. Now they are only inches apart. Jon presses forward staring into Paul’s eyes. He leans in, and without hesitation Paul responds to the proffered kiss. Their lips lock, their tongues jostle with each other.

They make out roughly and passionately. Both pressing firmly into each other, Jon can feel Paul’s hard cock and Paul his through the fabric of his Jeans. They are frantically humping each other. Each vying for dominance. Paul gently bites Jon’s bottom lip. Pulling back slightly he pulls open the top button of his shirt. Jon pulls back further and roughly finished the job for him, grinning at him. He reaches behind Paul grabs the back of his t-shirt and roughly pulls it over his head, throwing it aside. Now rubbing his hand over Paul’s naked back he pulls the younger man in. A hand firmly on the back of his head guides his head to his chest. Paul needs no instructions as he starts to kiss, lick and suck in the sweat on Jon’s chest. His head guided first to Jon’s nipples, he bites down on them gently. Then he moves on to Jon’s arm pits. He hears Jon sigh as he sniffs it loudly. “Lick” Jon pants, “lick  

They continue to make out pushing each other back and forth each jockeying for control, but Jon has the upper hand. He reaches down and pulls Paul’s belt lose. Frantically tearing his shorts open and letting them fall to the floor. Clumsily stepping out of them Paul fumbles with Jon’s jeans and releases the button and zip. Jon slides his own jeans down around his knees. They seize each other again, making out. Jon pulls away from Paul looking at him intently when suddenly he gobs directly into his face hitting him on the cheek. Paul, lost in lust, opens his mouth for Jon who, taking a handful of Paul’s hair, pulls his head back hard so he can spit directly into the waiting hole. Paul groans and lunges back at Jon who holds him off long enough to deliver another gob of saliva into to Paul’s mouth. Paul swallows.

Taking the initiative Jon moves down Paul’s body, sliding to his knees. Now faced with Paul’s throbbing leaking phallus. Momentarily he pauses to note with amusement that erect Paul’s cock is probably no more than 5”, he grasps the uncut cock and slides it into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the shiny wet head, slowly savouring the precum.

Paul groans as Jon starts to suck and bob on the engorged cock. He can hear Paul panting above him as he guides the beautiful ‘petit’ tool deeper into his throat. Paul’s moans become more articulated, “Ahhh, yes, yes suck it, please eh eh eh”. Grasping Jon’s head, he begins to thrust into Jon’s warm moist throat, until he fears that he’s going to shoot his load. Jon feels Paul pull his head back off of his throbbing cock before he cums. Jon stands licking up the treasure trail of Paul’s body as he does. They lip lock again and Paul can taste his own precum on Jon’s lips.   

Taking hold of Paul’s hair Jon now guides him firmly down his body towards his rampant 8” cock. Paul is forced to bend and then kneel. Now he can see Jon’s impressive member pressed between his furry belly and tight white briefs. It’s leaking precum. Jon guides his head roughly down, “lick, go on taste my juices.” And Paul willingly engulfs the purple/red head in front of him pulling back the foreskin all the way as he does so. He can smell it and taste it as he works over the cock pulling the front of Jon’s briefs down under his balls.

Jon is almost humming above him, “ummmmm, yes, take it, worship my cock. I didn’t wash it this morning clean it up for me. Go on Paul show me how much you love my cock, my dirty cock.” And grasping Paul’s head firmly he humps it in to Paul’s throat making him gag and choke. Pulling back only briefly, to give him some air, before plunging it in a little deeper and panting, “take it, fucking take it deep fucker and massage my balls, yes like that, now suck them, clean them up too fucker go on…”. And when he’s happy Paul has cleaned his sweaty nuts, he plugs his cock back hard into Paul’s mouth. Paul’s face is now a mess of drool and spittle, snot coming from his nose. He is lost in lust and the increasing assertiveness of the man above him. He allows Jon to use his throat as a cunt.

After a while Jon pulls out of Paul’s mouth, quietly asserting himself by still holding him by the hair. He tips Paul’s head back and looks down into the messy face and smiles. Paul sees an evil glint in his eye. Jon hawks and gobs adding to the mess on Paul’s face. Paul gasps but his cock pumps a little more precum and instinctively he opens his mouth for more, unconsciously submitting to Jon further. “You want more fucker?” he demands. Paul nods. But that’s not enough for Jon, “ask me nicely, ask me to gob into your dirty little hole because you are a dirt boi aren’t you Paul?”

Paul is slowly edging and whilst his brain is still keen to retain some dominance here his cock rules his head, “yes, yes I’m a dirty boi, please gob in my mouth”. “You want me to use you as my spittoon, is that right?” Jon sneers holding Paul’s gaze, enjoying Paul’s growing submission. “yes” Paul mumbles. “Yes what, I can’t hear you, speak up fucker.” Jon’s cock is leaking even more at Paul’s growing submission, to the pleading in his eyes, the turmoil. “Yes please” comes a louder reply. Jon pushes it further, “try yes please Sir.” He’s bent down close to Paul now still with a firm grip on his hair. Jon’s face breaks into a broad grin as Paul gives up the fight, “YES PLEASE USE MY MOUTH AS YOUR SPITTOON SIR”.

Taking his time to savoir the moment, Jon hawks the gob from the back of his throat slowly and then spits it hard into Paul’s mouth. “More?” Paul almost imperceptibly nods. Jon raises his eyebrows and Paul knows what he wants, “please Sir” Jon is only too happy to oblige only this time he hawks up his gob and dribbles it into the waiting hole. When there is a pool of viscous spit in his mouth Paul hears the instruction, “swallow dirty boi”. As Paul swallows the nasty mucus with a hint of tobacco Jon rubs his throbbing cock over Paul’s face smearing the mess in with his leaking juices like he’s marking his territory. 

In chapter 2 things start to get dirty!

“Woah!” I exclaimed. “I’m going to get paid so much just for this?” I looked around me and saw my fellow lab rats. They were two guys sitting across from me in the waiting room, looking at the forms we had to sign. We were there to participate in some sort of experiment that would pay us a lot. The form stated that we would receive payment upon completion of the study. I was really excited about it, but I didn’t know if these two guys felt the same way.

The three of us were taken into another room where we were given our own private rooms. Each of them had a bed, a chair, a desk, and a television set. The walls were painted white and the floor was carpeted. There were no windows or doors, but there was a small window high above the ceiling. When you looked through it, you could see the sky.

 In front of the window sat a computer screen. On it was displayed a list of names and numbers. Some of those people seemed familiar to me, but most of them were complete strangers.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I heard someone say, “Let’s go.” I turned around to see that it was my roommate, Moh. He smiled at me and said, “We should probably hurry.”

We walked down the hallway until we reached a large metal door. As soon as we entered the room, we noticed that everything was completely silent except for the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the building. The air smelled like chemicals.

We took off our coats and shoes, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I glanced over at Moh, whose face showed signs of nervousness.

“What do you think?” asked Dan. He sounded calm and collected despite the situation we found ourselves in.

“Well,” replied Moh, “we’ll definitely make some money here.” He chuckled nervously. “But I don’t know how well we’ll do without any help.”

“Yeah,” agreed Dan. “We might not even last the night.” He laughed again.

I nodded my head in agreement, although I wasn’t sure whether I believed them or not.

“Are you ready?” asked the voice of a female doctor. She stood beside us wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. Her name tag read Dr. Sarah Jones.

“Yes, ma’am,” answered Moh.

She motioned for us to follow her down the hall toward the next room. Once she opened the door, we stepped inside. Inside was nothing more than four walls and a table surrounded by chairs.

Dr. Jones led us over to the table, then placed her hands flat against the surface.

“Sit down please,” she instructed.

“Okay,” said Dan, sitting down in the seat nearest to the wall. “So what exactly are we supposed to do here?”

“That’s simple,” replied Dr. Jones. “Just relax.”

I looked around the room once again and realized that we weren’t alone anymore. There were five men standing near the back of the room watching us intently. Two of them were dressed identically in dark suits while the others wore casual clothing.

“How many days?” asked Dan. “And how often will we be allowed to leave?”

“You’ll stay here for forty-eight hours,” explained Dr. Jones. “You won’t be able to leave unless you request permission beforehand.”

“Oh great,” sighed Dan sarcastically. “That means I’ve got to pee right now.”

“Don’t worry,” said Dr. Jones reassuringly. “There’s a bathroom nearby. You can use it whenever you want. Just ask one of the guards for directions.”

“Thank god,” muttered Dan under his breath.

“Now let me explain why we brought you here today,” continued Dr. Jones. “First of all, I must warn you that your participation in this project may lead to certain side effects. These include long hour erection, sexual desire and a lot of cum production. All of these symptoms could potentially occur during the experimental hours only. However the time period can extend for upto few days after experiment. Therefore, it is important that you understand fully what you are agreeing to when signing the consent forms.”

“Wait,” interrupted Dan, raising his hand. “So, these side effects wouldn’t last long for years?”

Dr. Jones shook her head emphatically. “No sir, absolutely not. Our research team has developed methods to prevent it from occurring. For example, if anyone of you have these symptoms later, than you can contact us and within twenty-four hours, we will simply treat you. Also, if anyone becomes ill or injured during the study period, they will receive immediate medical attention. Of course, if anyone wishes to leave right now, they may do right now by requesting permission from the guard stationed outside the facility entrance. Otherwise, after being involved in this project understands that you belong solely to our institution conducting the experiment during 48 hours. After that you all will be freed.”

“I guess that makes sense,” admitted Dan reluctantly.

“Good,” said Dr. Jones approvingly. “Then let me proceed with explaining the procedure itself. First of all, before you begin working on the tasks assigned to you, you will undergo a series of tests conducted by myself and several assistants. During these tests, we will assess your physical condition using state of the art equipment designed specifically for this purpose. If necessary, we will administer medications intended to alleviate discomfort caused by any abnormalities discovered during the examination process. Next, after completing all required procedures, you will be escorted into a separate area designated for participants only. Here, you will spend approximately thirty minutes resting quietly while awaiting further instructions regarding your assignment. Finally, once you have been officially enrolled in the study, you will be transported back to your original location via shuttle bus service provided by the university campus transportation department. Upon arrival, you will report directly to your supervisor who will inform you of your duties and responsibilities for the duration of your employment. Is everyone clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” answered Moh firmly.

“Great!” praised Dr. Jones enthusiastically. “Then let’s begin!” With that statement, she picked up her pen and began writing furiously on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard hanging from her belt loop.

* * *

After spending almost half an hour filling out paperwork and listening to Dr. Jones talk about the rules governing our participation in the study, we finally received word that it was time for us to move forward and there is no returning point from now on.

We stood up and followed her into the adjoining chamber. Moh and Dan goes to other chamber and I go to another. I entered in a white wall room where was a large wooden desk topped with piles of papers stacked neatly underneath it. To our left was a row of computers connected to monitors displaying dark screen. On the far end of the room sat a mannequin covered in white cloth.

“Please take a seat,” invited Dr. Jones hospitably.

I did as instructed, settling down comfortably on a chair.

“Alright boy,” announced Dr. Jones cheerfully. “It looks like we’ve got everything ready. Now let’s get started!” She grinned broadly, revealing perfectly straight teeth framed by dimples carved into her cheeks.

She picked up a syringe containing a clear blue liquid solution and held it out towards me. “This injection contains a special formula designed to enhance your performance during the upcoming hours. Once administered, you will feel strange and weird than ever before. Your stamina will improve dramatically, enabling you to perform better in all areas related to physical activity. Additionally, you will experience heightened senses of pleasure associated with sexual stimulation. Do you agree to receive this treatment?”

“Sure thing doc,” I replied confidently.

“Very well then,” responded Dr. Jones pleasantly. “In order to maximize effectiveness, we recommend that you abstain from engaging in any sexual activities prior to receiving this medication. That includes masturbation as well as intercourse. Did you understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” I confirmed respectfully.

“Excellent,” commended Dr. Jones appreciatively. “Now hold still while I insert the needle into your arm vein…” She paused briefly to glance at each individual participant before continuing, “and…there goes number one!” She flashed a smile at me before turning away to focus on other things.

As she spoke, I couldn’t help noticing the way she kept glancing back and forth between herself and his assistant seated beside her. This made me wonder if perhaps she had forgotten something important about the procedure itself. Before I could question her further though, she suddenly leaned forward and whispered softly into my earhole, causing goosebumps to prickle my arms.

“Don’t tell anyone else about this, okay?” she implored.

“About what?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing special. It’s just that you already know. This blue serum will change your inside and if succeed than you will be the first man to become pregnent. And believe me, If you succeed than we will take care you until you give birth to a new life. So please keep quiet about it and don’t tell this to your mates, alright?”

I nodded silently and felt a cramp in my lower abdomen. I am one of her ex-assistent, who used to work here until I got suspended because of my few mistakes during earlier stages of this experiment. Thanks to Dr. Jones, that she still recognise my talent and desire towards this project named ‘P.P’ which stands for Pleasurable Pain. I know all the stages and events of this project. 

“Congratulations!” cheered Dr. Jones happily. “You’ve successfully completed phase one of your treatment regimen! Now sit back and enjoy yourself while we wait for the second stage to commence.”

“Thanks doc,” returned Dan gratefully. “But I’d rather stand instead.”

“Okay, as you wish,” chuckled Dr. Jones jovially. “All right, then let’s continue…” 

Suddenly, a sharp sting penetrated my lower abdomen causing me to gasp involuntarily. Instinctively, I squeezed my thighs tightly together and pressed my knees firmly against my stomach in an effort to ease the pain. Unfortunately, doing so only served to intensify the ache.

“Owieee! AAH, AAAAAAAA!!” I shouted loudly enough for everyone else in the room to hear clearly. “My butt hurts!”

“Sorry dearie,” apologized Dr. Jones sincerely. “I didn’t realize that you will be feeling pain down there. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Doc. It will go away soon,” I assured bravely despite obvious discomfort evident in my tone of voice.

“Thats why I choose you for this project.!” declared Dr. Jones delightedly. “You know and understand related to this experiment.” 

And again, I clenched my muscles tightly together trying desperately to minimize the discomfort.

“Soon you will join your mates in our main room,” pronounced Dr. Jones triumphantly. “In few minutes, your pain will be gone and you know it. But thats not the issue here. Will you be able to seduce them, I heard that they are straight. It would not be an easy task for you.”

“I know, ma’am,” I replied obediently.

“Perfect,” applauded Dr. Jones approvingly. “Then I suppose we should wrap things up here now. So, How are you feeling?” 

“I am fine now. The pain is fading deep inside me,” I replied with low voice. 

I get up and took few steps ahead towards the another door of the room. I come out of the room and join Moh and Dan. We all walked together through the hall and enters another room. 

I looked around the room, there were no windows or any other doors. There were no furniture except a single bed. The walls were white and it had the smell of hospital in it.

“What kind of joke is this?” Dan asked the doctor. Moh was just standing there quietly taking everything in. Dan was a little disappointed. This place seemed more like prison cell rather than some research facility. “Relax boys! We just want to make sure you are comfortable.” The doctor said as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind us.

“They will provide food and water whenever you need it. You will come out of this room after 48 hours!” Moh said to Dan as he walked away from us towards the bed.

The three of us stared at each other, not knowing what to say or how to react. Dan felt helpless and confused, probably wondering why he is here.

“Fuck! What is going on? Why did they lock us up here?” Dan exclaimed, pacing back and forth in frustration. Moh clutched his arm nervously, trying to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. I am nervous and couldn’t say any word.

“I don’t know, man,” Moh replied. “But we need to figure out a way to get out of here.” Aman is silent and didn’t respond anything.

Dan rushed towards the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. He then began banging on it, hoping someone would hear them and let him out. But there was no response. Moh joined him, adding his strength to Dan’s efforts, but the door remained shut. Even I tried to help them just to pretend that I also feel the same, but they soon realized that their attempts were futile. The door wasn’t giving way.

We all come back and sets on the bed. I am watching both Moh and Dan. I am getting horny and my anus is starting to tingle and loosen up because of the medicine that was injected earlier before coming in this room. I kept quiet and observed them scanning this room with their curious eyes.

Finally, they looked at each other, uncertain about what to do next. “We should probably sit down and wait for 48 hours. Apart from that, I don’t think we have anything to do,” Dan said to both me (Aman) and Moh.

When Aman heard this he slowly sat beside Moh on the bed. He could feel his heart racing and heightening his sexual arousal. Aman knew what next he had do. He need these two straight guys to fuck him unitil he become pregnent. 

As Aman sat down he accidentally touched Moh’s thigh, making him flinch slightly. Moh moved away from Aman and closer to Dan. Aman blushed and apologized quickly to Moh for touching his thigh, but Moh brushed it off saying it was fine. Aman’s heart raced faster as he continued to sit on the bed. The medication he was given earlier started to take effect, making his anus tingle and loosen up. Unable to control his arousal any longer, Aman began touching himself through his pants. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric, desperate to be released. Too caught up in the moment, Aman didn’t realize that he was pleasuring himself in front of the others until it was too late. He looked up and saw both Moh and Dan staring at him in shock. Embarrassed and ashamed, Aman tried to apologize but his words were cut short by a moan that escaped his lips.

Seeing Aman touching himself Moh and Dan also started to rub their erections over the shorts they were wearing. Dan got up from the bed and went near Aman who was still stroking his hard cock. He grabbed Aman by his face and kissed him deeply, while he was still sitting on the floor. Moh watched this scene unfold in front of him and was taken aback. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He felt a rush of excitement coursing through his veins as he watched Dan and Aman make out. Unable to contain himself any longer, Moh began stripping off his clothes revealing his muscular build. He took off his shirt first, then his pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

Dan pulled away from the kiss and started sucking on Aman’s nipples. Aman let out a loud moan of pleasure as Dan continued to suck on his sensitive nipples. Moh came closer to them and started stroking Aman’s cock over his boxers, feeling it twitch and jump beneath his fingers. The sight of Dan and Moh touching him was too much for Aman to handle. He leaned back against the wall, lost in the sensations that were coursing through his body.

Moh knelt down in front of Aman and started to pull his boxer down, revealing his hard cock and his asshole which was already wet and leaking some sort of liquid. Aman laid back on the ground as Moh pulled off his boxers, baring him completely naked in front of the other two men. As he lay there, he felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely excited. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Moh and Dan gazed at his naked form, their eyes drawn to the glistening wetness that was emanating from his puckered hole.

Dan began circling Aman’s asshole with his index finger, feeling the slick liquid that was oozing out. He inserted his finger into the tight hole and started moving it in and out, causing Aman to moan with pleasure. Dan fingered him harder and faster, enjoying the way Aman’s body responded to his touch. He added another finger, then a third, stretching Aman’s hole to its limit. Aman couldn’t stop himself from moaning louder and louder as Dan finger-fucked him roughly. He loved the way Dan was treating him like a cheap whore, using him for his own pleasure without any regard for Aman’s comfort. Moh on the other hand is sucking his nipples, making his arousal at the ninth cloud.

Without wasting any more time, Dan removed his remaining clothes and positioned himself behind Aman, aligning his throbbing cock with Aman’s leaking hole. With a primal growl, he plunged himself deep within, reveling in the tightness of the velvety soft walls that surrounded him. Aman screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt his virginity being taken away by this stranger’s massive cock. The pressure built up inside him as Dan continued to thrust deeper and deeper, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. Dan grabbed onto Aman’s hips for support, pulling him back onto his cock each time he thrust forward, driving himself even deeper into that tight heat.

Moh watched as Dan fucked Aman brutally, enjoying the sight of the younger man’s body being claimed by another. He jerked himself off to the rhythm of Dan’s thrusts. Aman’s moans became more frequent and high pitched, indicating that he was close to climaxing. Dan pounded into him relentlessly, determined to make Aman beg for mercy. Aman could feel Dan’s cock hitting against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his entire body. It was more than he could ever have imagined, and he knew that he would never be able to go back to the way things were before.

Moh kneeled beside Aman and grabbed his face, pulling him upwards. Aman found himself staring directly at Moh’s impressive erection. Before he could react, Moh pushed his cock into Aman’s mouth, forcing him to take it all in. Aman struggled to accommodate the large cock, but Moh held his head firmly in place, ensuring that every inch was fully enveloped. As he fucked Aman’s mouth, spit dripped down his chin and onto his bare chest. Despite the discomfort, Aman felt a sense of humiliation and submission wash over him. He was being used like a common object, a vessel for these men’s pleasure, and he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him.

Meanwhile, Dan continued to fuck Aman from behind, his powerful thrusts causing the younger man to squirm and moan around Moh’s cock. Moh adjusted his position slightly, allowing Aman to breathe more easily while still maintaining control of his mouth. With one hand holding Aman’s head and the other gripping his hip, Moh matched his movements to Dan’s rhythm, creating a symphony of flesh and desire. As he felt himself approaching orgasm, Moh increased the pace of his thrusting, using Aman’s mouth like a masturbatory tool. When finally he reached his breaking point, he released his load deep into Aman’s throat, filling him with a hot stream of cum.

Exhausted but satisfied, Moh withdrew from Aman’s mouth and watched as Dan continued to pound away at the used hole. He admired the sight of his friend claiming complete dominance over their shared plaything. Seeing that Dan was getting close to finishing as well, Moh leaned forward and began fondling Aman’s swollen nipples, drawing out even more pleasure from the already spent boy. His fingers pinched and rolled the delicate buds while his other hand groped Aman’s balls, massaging them gently but firmly. These actions proved too much for Dan, who soon followed suit and emptied himself inside Aman, his cock pulsing with each rope of cum that shot into that eagerly awaiting hole.

The two men collapsed onto either side of Aman, breathing heavily from their exertions. For a moment, nobody spoke—the only sounds were those of their labored breathing and Aman’s quiet whimpering. Then Moh broke the silence by asking if anyone had any water; he was parched from the intense activity. Unfortunately, there was no water bottle in sight but in few seconds, a water bottle comes out from the wall as it flip. Moh thanked the system and took a long swig before passing it over to Dan. As they sipped on the cold, refreshing liquid, they looked down at Aman. His face was flushed with exertion, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, and his legs were spread wide apart, revealing his gaping hole. It was clear that he had enjoyed himself immensely during this encounter. The men couldn’t help but feel satisfied knowing that they had given such an incredible experience to another person. Without saying anything else, they leaned forward again and began kissing each other passionately while caressing Aman’s body tenderly. Their fingers traced over his skin gently yet firmly as if exploring every inch of him completely. They alternated between sucking on each others’ necks and nibbling on ears lobes while teasingly brushing against sensitive spots like nipples or inner thighs. By now, all three participants were fully aroused once more so it didn’t take long for things to escalate further still…

As the sun rose higher into the sky outside the windowless room, the trio continued exploring each others’ bodies without pause or hesitation. Hands roamed freely across chests and backs; mouths found themselves pressed against necks and collarbones; tongues danced along shoulders blades and hip bones. It wasn’t just physical stimulation though – there was an emotional connection forming too. There were moments shared between them when eyes met and held steady despite everything else going around them.

By midday, Aman was beginning to tire out from the constant stimulation but his body refused to give in completely. Every time he thought he couldn’t possibly take anymore, his mind would override his exhaustion and push him further still. He wanted – needed – to be used by these men over and over again until there was nothing left of him. And judging by the looks on Moh’s and Dan’s faces, they felt exactly the same way.

It came as somewhat of a surprise therefore when, around lunchtime, the two men withdrew from Aman and sat down on either side of him. For several long seconds, they simply stared at him in silence before reaching out simultaneously to stroke his cheeks. Their hands were gentle yet firm, conveying a sense of possession that sent shivers down Aman’s spine. He leaned into their touches instinctively, craving more but unsure how to ask for it.

Without waiting for permission, Aman scrambled to position himself directly above Dan’s crotch so that he could better access the rapidly growing dick. With deft fingers, he grabs the thick seven inches cut cock already oozing clear fluid from its swollen head. Eagerly, Aman leaned forward and lapped up the excess moisture before taking the entire length into his mouth. In response, Dan let out a low groan of pleasure mixed with satisfaction. Encouraged by this reaction, Aman increased the speed of his movements while using his free hand to massage Dan’s balls gently. Slowly but surely, he worked his way down toward the base of the erection until finally reaching the point where the shaft met pubic hair. Here he paused briefly before continuing further until his nose was pressed against warm flesh. Gagging slightly, Aman pushed past the initial discomfort until he could comfortably accommodate all eight inches within himself. Once there, he began moving back and forth vigorously while suckling noisily at the tip. Meanwhile, Moh watched these developments unfold with interest. Not wanting to miss out on any opportunity to join in on the fun, he quickly knelt beside Aman so that he faced away from him. Using both hands, Moh cupped Aman’s ass cheeks roughly then spread them apart exposing the pink pucker hidden beneath. Saliva dripping down his chin onto his own stomach, Moh leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against the center of Aman’s crack. His tongue immediately went to work probing deeply inside the tight opening causing Aman to squirm uncontrollably underneath him. At the same time, Moh reached around front and started fondling Aman’s nipples roughly. This combination of stimuli proved too much for poor Aman who let out a loud yelp followed by a series of high-pitched whimpers as wave after wave of pleasure coursed throughout his entire body. 

“Fuck!” gasped Aman breathlessly. “That feels amazing!”

“Good,” replied Dan approvingly. “Because I intend to keep doing it until you come.”

With that said, he resumed pumping his hips faster than ever. Within seconds, Aman could feel his balls tightening up signalling that he was close to orgasm. Before long however, he felt a sudden stabbing sensation in his abdomen caused by a sharp object entering his body. Instinctively, he tried pulling away but found himself unable to move due to the overwhelming strength of whoever held him captive. All attempts failed miserably leaving him immobilized and helpless to resist whatever fate awaited him.

Meanwhile, Moh continued working diligently at his task of pleasuring Aman’s nipples. Occasionally pausing to lick or bite them softly. Eventually, Aman surrendered to the sensations washing over him allowing his mind to drift off into oblivion. Unconsciously, he began grinding back against the intruder impaling his prostate repeatedly causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Sensing victory approaching, Dan slowed down considerably allowing Aman to recover sufficiently enough to resume control over his own actions. As soon as he regained awareness, Aman found himself staring directly into Moh’s eyes. Surprised by the intensity of emotion reflected therein, Aman hesitated uncertainly whether to respond positively or negatively. Upon seeing this confusion written plainly upon his lover’s features, Moh smiled broadly reassuringly. “Don’t worry baby,” he whispered seductively. “I know exactly what you need right now. Trust me.”

As if responding to this command, Aman suddenly felt an unexpected surge of energy coursing through his veins. 

“Ohhh god!” cried Aman involuntarily. “Please…more! Harder! Fuck me! Please!”

Laughing heartedly at this display of enthusiasm, Moh wasted no further time and plunged his cock deep inside Aman’s awaiting asshole. As expected, the resulting impact caused Aman to scream loudly in pain and shock. Yet somehow, instead of discouraging him, this only served to heighten Moh’s excitement further. Seizing the opportunity, he rammed his cock deeper and deeper until he could barely contain himself anymore. Finally reaching climax, Moh emptied his balls completely filling Aman with hot seed. Still shaking violently under the weight of his partner, Aman felt a strange warmth spreading outward from the center of his body. Curious about this new development, he raised his head to look at Moh and than back at Moh who both seemed equally amazed by this phenomenon. They both stayed like that, keeping their dick inside Aman’s asshole, filling him up with every drop of their seed. Aman is feeling the warmth of cum inside him. 

For a few moments, neither man made any effort to leave the premises. Instead, they lay side by side silently gazing into one another’s eyes. Eventually though, reality caught up with them forcing them to part ways reluctantly. As they stood up and prepared to depart, Aman noticed something unusual happening inside his own body. First came the tingling sensation accompanied by slight nausea followed shortly thereafter by a dull ache localized in his lower abdomen area. Frowning slightly, he asked if anyone else felt similar symptoms. Both men shook their heads indicating that they hadn’t experienced anything unusual themselves. However, upon hearing this news, Aman decided to investigate further regardless. Taking advantage of the fact that both men were distracted trying to figure out why they weren’t experiencing similar effects, Aman slipped quietly out of the building unnoticed.

Once outside, Aman headed straight for the nearest public bathroom whereupon he discovered a small white box containing several pregnancy tests resting on top of the toilet tank lid. Intrigued by this discovery, Aman picked up one of the items and studied it closely. After reading the instructions carefully, he inserted a strip of paper into the appropriate slot and waited patiently for results to appear. To his utter astonishment, the test confirmed that he was indeed pregnant! Unable to believe his luck, Aman grabbed another kit and repeated the procedure twice just to be certain. Each time he received identical answers leading him to conclude that yes indeed he really was carrying someone else’s child within himself! Suddenly overcome with emotions ranging from joyous disbelief to sheer terror, Aman staggered backwards stumbling over his own feet several times before eventually collapsing unconsciousness on the floor.

Somehow managing to regain consciousness after regaining consciousness, Aman found himself in that same lab again with Moh and Dan. He looked at them with emotions and they are also looking back at him with same feelings.

Aman woke up from sleep and saw Dan and Moh standing beside his bed. They both grabbed his hand and kissed him on his cheeks, then on his chest. “How do you feel?” asked Dan. “Feeling good,” he replied back smilingly. “Good morning to you both,” he said to them. “Morning, handsome! How did you sleep last night?” asked Moh. “Pretty well actually,” he said as he stretched myself.

Both of them smiled at him and came closer to his side of the bed. Aman’s heart started beating faster seeing them coming closer. He closed his eyes waiting for them to kiss him again, but instead they touched his stomach with their hands and caressed it softly. Their touches made him shiver and goosebumps formed on his arms immediately.

I have been having fun with guys a few times a year while I go on with trips. Since I’m married I can only play when I’m out and staying in a hotel. Last week I was able to meet up with a guy that I’ve blown and gotten sucked by on past trips to Connecticut. I reached out to him and he was available one is the few nights I was in town. 

Leading up to the night he was coming over, he told me he wanted to fuck me. The last time we hooked up he wasn’t able to stay long enough to do more than get blown so I was excited he’d be able to stay and have more fun. 

I got myself cleaned up before he came to my hotel. When he knocked on the door I stayed to the side and greeted him naked as soon as he came in. As soon as the door was closed he was against me and grabbing my slightly hard cock. I shared to grab his pants and pull them down so I could feel him get hard in my hand. 

Once his pants were down, I kneeled in front of him and started to kiss and lick his beautiful 7 inch cock. It felt so good having him push the back of my head into it just enough to make me feel it hit the back of my throat. 

After a few minutes of sucking him, I got up and climbed into the edge of the bed. Getting on my knees and elbows, I looked back and watched him take off his clothes and look at my ass hungrily. Once undressed, he stalked over to me, grabbed both ass cheeks and started to lick my eager asshole.

Getting my ass wet with his spit and some lube ,he stood up, grabbed his cock, and started to push the tip to my hole.

Before this, I’ve only ever had guys fuck me with condoms. He knew this and we had talked about it leading up to the night but being fucked raw has always been something I wanted to do. I pulled forward nervously.  I looked back and he was smiling at me while still holding my ass with one hand and his dick in the other. 

I had no other chance for a second guess because he grabbed me, pulled me back, and rubbed his hard dick into my asshole. Embracing it, I let him push the tip in and out a few times. Drunk on excitement, I rocked back into him and let him push it all the way in. I immediately bit the pillow and kept my head down feeling the euphoria of his cock starting to pump in and out. 

After a few minutes he pushed me further onto the bed, stood on either of side of me and fucked me deep, hard, and fast until he exploded inside of me. The feeling of his warm cum inside of my ass, while he held himself in as far as he could, was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. My knees wanted to buckle and give way but I held myself up to keep every last drop from escaping. 

Realizing I came also at some point, I reached down, taking some of my semen in hand, and pushed it into my ass as well when he pulled himself off of me. Watching this, he smacked my ass, took his still hard cock, and slid it back into me. No longer able to take it, I collapsed under his power. After a few more minutes of him using the last of me, he got up, got dressed and watched me lay there soaking in the lust. 

Once he was dressed and gone, I laid there and jerked off once more. And like the last I pushed more of my cum into me relishing in how hot it felt.