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I am Jack, Carl’s bitch. When I met  Carl I had one pair of cowboy boots into which I tucked my tight jeans.  As a kid my first erection came from putting on a pair  of brown Wellington boots my mother bought me when I was 13. I started dreaming of a closet full of boots, mostly cowboy boots.  One of my friends who was good looking had pair of black cowboy boots that he wore with jeans.  I was attracted to him.  However, I had no real sense of my sexuality at the young age.  I got a greater sense when I could drive and  buy the boots I wanted.  They were black Wellingtons I got a Sears.  As soon as I got into the car I put them on and jacked off.  When I went to university I got my first pair of cowboy boots.   Instead of dating on Saturday night I would put on my boots, get in the car and drive somewhere where I could jerk off.  I also got hard if I saw a cool looking guy wearing boots.  It was then that I wanted to explore gay sex.   I started watching gay porn, particularly men in boots or high top sneaks having sex.  I started going to gay bars and hooking up with  guys in boots.  It was at a  leather bar that I met Carl.

 As I mentioned ,I had just one pair of boots when I met Carl.  Now I have several pair of boots and high top that Carl has bought for me. I also like wearing leather jeans and am into gay fashion.  I like wearing pink.  I have a pair   tight pink jeans and pair of pink leather shorts that draw the attention of queer men. Once a good looking guy said I looked so cute he wanted to blow me and I let him.  I told him he had to lick my purple cowboy boots first.  He was a good cocksucker.   I have let my hair grow long and wear lots of jewelry.

  I can be on the toilet taking a pee then sticking my finger up ass. I love the feel of my wet pussy. I then suck my finger enjoying the taste of my hot ass.  I have several dildos that I enjoy deep inside me.  I will fuck myself with a dildo so my cunt is ready for Carl to fuck. 

 One of our favorite things to do is go shopping for a new pair of boots that turn us on.  I know right away  which boot is right when I get an erection.  If I try on a pair and we both get hard then we cannot wait to get back tour place to enjoy them.   Once when we both got hard when I tried on a beautiful pair of knee high white cowboy boots, we had to do it in the back seat of the car in the parking garage.  I took off all my clothes except the new boots and rode Carl’s cock till we both came.  When we got back to our place Carl sucked on the toe of the boot and then fucked my hole with toe of that beautiful white boot.  We both came again as Carl worked my hole with the toe of the boot with me screaming “Fuck me with that beautiful boot Daddy”.  After we came we both kissed that lovely boot.

 Carl likes wearing cowboy boots, engineer boots, and Docs and whatever makes him feel dominant. He fucked me a few days ago in Jadon HI  Polished  Docs.  He had  a wild ride on my ass wearing those gorgeous boots.

 Now I am having a coffee at Starbucks.  I am wearing a light blue tank top, white leather shorts and  beautiful denim cowboy boots.   A pretty  boy around my age  comes over  compliments me on my  boots.  He introduces himself  as  Curt. Curt has shoulder length  blond hair, blue  eyes, long eyelashes.  He is wearing a  pink tee, faded jeans and  new Stan Smith sneaks.  He is so gorgeous that I start to get hard being near him.  He is in graduate school studying Art and Design.  We hit it off chatting about fashion and movies.

 Curt asks me back to his apartment.   When we get there we kiss passionately.  I stick my tongue deep into Curt’s mouth.  I reach for his crotch which is rock hard and start to rub it.  Curt moans  and I unzip his jeans to suck his cock.  Curt has a beautiful 6” cock that I devour in my mouth.  I rub his pretty white sneaks as I suck his cock.   We take off our clothes except for my boots and his sneaks.  I had always bottomed with Carl but  now I want to fuck this beautiful boy.  I go down on his pink hole and rim it. Curt’s pussy is wet and juices are starting to flow from his ass.

 “You have a beautiful ass, Curt. It makes me so fuckin hard.  I am going to fuck it now.

 “Oh fuck me now.  Oh yeah,  I want you of fuck me..”

 I don’t wait and slide my cock deep into Curt’s cunt. 

 “You are such a beautiful bitch, I want to fuck you so much.   You look so hot in your new white sneaks. I get hard when I buy a new pair of white sneaks.  . When I take them out of the box I kiss them and then come on them”

 “Oh yeah.  Do me, ride me cowboy in those gorgeous boots and kiss my fuckin sneaks”

 I fucked him in different positions that evening. I was in heaven topping this beautiful boy in my denim cowboy boots.  With Curt on his back I licked and kissed his white sneaks as I fucked him.  Finally, we both climaxed.  OHHHHHHHHH.  I dropped a huge load inside Curt that began to flow out of his hole.  We  rested in each other’s arms.  I took a photo of Curt and selfie of the two us standing naked with his sneaks and my boots on.  We  are kissing and  have beautiful erections.   I  love this photo of two beautiful boys who made love that night.  We agreed to meet again and I began fantasizing  about fucking Curt again.  I look at those pics and jerk off.  I now have a double sex life being Carl’s bottom bitch and topping the most beautiful boy in the world. 

Even before the steroids, I always had an insane sex drive, needing to cum about five times a day. Now, it’s so much worse. When I’m horny, I can’t just jerk off, I have to fuck something. I need to put my load in someone. 

I was in the car the other day, and it came over me, like a craze. I couldn’t think. I was wearing mesh shorts, and my instant erection had fully shot out of them, nearly half of my cock sitting on my bare thigh. Looking at the muscles on my thigh, I got even more turned on. 

I could have beat it into the next body I saw. Who was around? Could I wait to make it home, and put it into Aaron, or Sami? Or maybe stop by the gym and fuck one of my boys? No, it needed to be now. I drove past the supplement store, and knew what to do. 

Jimmy was working at the register, his bronze latino skin glowing, his 300 pounds and six feet of rippling muscle popping beautifully out of his purple work polo shirt. The veins in his arms looked prime to burst. The place was empty. He growled as he enveloped me into a bear hug, our two surging hard-ons rubbing each other. He was wearing jeans, which must have been 70 percent spandex to house his massive ass. I squeezed it hard. Jimmy sold legal supplements here at the store, and, in the back, hooked all of us up with steroids. 

“What’s up, babe?” he asked, his white teeth shimmering. 

“Jimmy, I really need to cum,” I said. Mind if I put one in your mouth?

“Of course,” he grinned. “OK if I jerk myself off while you’re fucking my face?”

We got behind the counter, his enormous mass now bent down on the floor. His thick cock was in his hand. I ripped my mesh down and smacked his face with my dick, then shoved it in his mouth. He was perfect, his thick lips pressing hard on my dick, as I got it all the way down his throat. Jimmy knew how to take a load, so I knew I could fuck his face rough. And, from the way he was beating his own dick, I knew he loved it. 

When I couldn’t take any longer, I pulled it out and blasted his face. He lit it rip too, firing his own load all over his clothing. I gripped his hair and used the wall for support as I drenched his perfect lips and those high cheekbones. Thick white globs of cum dripped off of him. I pulled up all 300 pounds of him and kissed him passionately. 

“Thanks for that,” I said. 

“Want to take some T?” he asked. I put my arm around his, and we headed in the back.

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I live in a unique location that’s both hot and cold.

Fifteen minutes to the west lies the beach and all its near-tropical warmth. An hour and a half to the east lies the chilly, often snowy mountains. It can be hot during the day and freezing at night.

Which means the houses in this area must be equipped with a pretty robust heating and cooling system.

Anyone who’s lived in a warm climate knows the special hell one must go through when his or her HVAC system goes out during the height of the summer heat. I’ve seen people resort to sticking their heads in the freezer for a moment’s relief. Plus it seems your HVAC system always goes out when the repairmen are short-staffed or have an overabundance of jobs.

So every spring I have the guys come out before the weather heats up to do a spring check-up on my HVAC system. They look under the hood, so to speak, replacing the air filter, checking the thermostat, and test the coolant pressure in the system. They also test the start-up capacitor and take off the cowling on the outside unit to clean the cooling vanes and get rid of the leaves that build up inside.

It was during one such service visit that I ran into the young, juicy country boy HVAC tech.

I was outside on the front porch when he pulled up in the company van. They had called and warned me he was on his way, so I’d put away the computer, with all its gigabytes of porn, to sit outside and wait for him. The minute he got out of his truck I knew I wanted to get into his pants.

I never did learn his name, which is a shame because now I can’t ask for him specifically should I need a followup visit, which I definitely do. I know that he was about 5-11 or 6 feet tall and weighed about 180 pounds. He had short, strawberry blonde hair and I noticed a scattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. Also, I remember a skimpy mustache and chinstrap, and a compact butt for such a beefy guy. He told me he was 19 years old and had been doing this work for a year now with the intent of saving his money so he could move out of his parents’ house and get his own place.

He was also a big fan of hunting dogs, which confirmed my suspicion that he lived in the more rural part of our county where the boys tend to hunt birds, fish for bass in the lakes and trout in the streams, drive pickup trucks and drink cheap American beer. Nothing wrong with any of that – it just wasn’t my scene. But this 19-year-old was definitely the exception.

Don’t ask me why. There was something about him that put the iron in my rod, so to speak. He had an earthiness about him that appealed to me. And that big ol’, strapping body didn’t hurt much either. He wasn’t a skinny, delicate twink by any stretch – completely the opposite, actually. I could imagine him playing linebacker or competing in a lumberjacking contest.

I brought him inside and showed him where the intake grate was, then the thermostat, then the interior unit. We chatted while he worked. He had a plainspoken quality that confirmed his country roots. I could just imagine him down by the river at night, him and his buddies gathered around a campfire, drinking beer and laughing and carrying on well into the evening. I wondered if that carrying on included fooling around with each other. You gotta be open-minded about these country boys. They come off as totally straight, but you’d be surprised at how many of them are willing to play with your butt or let you suck their dick.

He went on about his dogs and how he didn’t want to “hunt” them, and then the conversation drifted into how he wanted to get out of his parents’ house and find a place of his own. He never mentioned a girlfriend or a roommate, but I got the impression he’d need one or the other to pay his bills. From there he talked about some of the strange things he’d seen in his time as an HVAC technician making house calls. At one point he described a recent visit where the homeowner, a woman, answered the doorbell naked.

“Well? Did you get any?” I asked slyly.

He chuckled uneasily and shook his head no. “I could’ve used a good suck job that day, too,” he said, “but I was running late for my next appointment so I focused on getting her AC fixed.”

I saw an opportunity so I ran with it. “How are your appointments running today?” I laughed.

He laughed back. “Today, not so bad. I don’t have anything else till 3 this afternoon.”

I arched an eyebrow and nodded. It was not 11:30 a.m. – plenty of time for a little extracurricular activity. So I said, “Listen, I don’t want you to get all freaked out or hostile or anything, but if you were still in the mood for that suck job, I could help you out.”

He continued working and gave me an exaggerated nod. “I see,” he said, not smiling but not frowning either. It’s never easy to know how a dude is going to react when you issue an invitation like that. I’ve had ’em bow up and want to fight me, while others practically jumped at the offer. I was hoping this guy would fall into the latter category and when he finally answered, he confirmed my hopes.

“I don’t think the boss would much approve of that, ya know.”

“He probably wouldn’t, but then the boss doesn’t need to know, does he.”

He kind of nodded his head, acknowledging the truth of that statement without necessarily agreeing with it. He didn’t say anything, which could have meant a lot of different things. But since I was in for a penny I decided to go in for a pound. As he was peering at the innards of the AC system, I casually reached between his legs and began massaging his crotch. The one thing I noticed right away is that he had boned up substantially, which I took as another hopeful sign. He stopped what he was doing and looked down at my hand. Then, slowly, he turned and stared directly into my eyes. His expression was blank. I had no idea if he was going to jump my bones or punch me in the face. So I rubbed a little more firmly and murmured, “I’d love to have that huge piece of meat in my mouth.”

He kept staring at me, a poor country boy at a loss for words. I continued rubbing and I could swear a wet spot had formed at the top of his crotch, seeping through his shorts. So I pressed my luck even further and began undoing the button at the waist of his shorts. He did nothing to stop me. I used both hands to get it undone, and when it popped free, I ran the zipper down until his pants loosened and unfolded from his body, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. I took the hem of his shorts and the boxers firmly in hand and pulled them down.

A wave of heat and odor rolled out. Either he’d been doing a lot of manual labor that morning or what I’d been doing to his dick had worked him up to a feverish pitch. Either way, once his pants were down, his cock and balls flopped out, along with the pungent aroma of aroused male flesh. His cock was semi hard and very, very fat. It hung between two healthy-sized balls that moved freely in a loose scrotal sack. He was clean shaven – I could see the stubble of a generous pubic patch, but he’d recently trimmed it all off.

I took his dick in my hand and just held it a moment. The flesh was warm and slightly tacky. I sniffed my hand and smelled the odor of ripe country boy. I’d have to see if he’d give me those boxers. I love the odor of man scent in a used pair of boxers or briefs. Mmmm mmmm! I reached under his cock with my other hand and cupped his balls. His ball sack was also sticky and warm, making me want to lick it clean.

As I clasped his dick it began to grow larger and harder. The tip was, in fact, oozing prostate fluid, and I used my index finger to wipe it up, as if I were collecting a drop of nectar from a honeysuckle bloom, and slid it into my sucking mouth. It had a distinctive taste, like a kind of slow-basted, fatty meat. My mouth began watering. I really wanted to try that fluid directly from the source.

I got down on the floor and slid my face under his junk. The heat down here must have been 10 degrees warmer. I had to pull his shorts and boxers down farther, exposing his hairy thighs. Obviously he hadn’t shaved this far down, and to tell the truth I wish he hadn’t shaved at all because I love a hairy guy. But oh well. I took my hands and rubbed inside his thighs, up to where his balls hung between his legs. Again, the flesh was warm and sticky, as if coated with a layer of sexual honey. I actually licked my fingers to see if I could taste his sex but I couldn’t. All I got was a slightly salty flavor.

Throughout all this he had been frozen in place, as if he couldn’t decide if this was something he wanted to happen or not. But as I eased my questing mouth toward his junk, and my hot breath blew against his ball sack and hardening dick, he actually lowered himself just a tad to make it easier for me to access his goodies. As his dick and balls hove into view, I couldn’t help to take an exploratory lick with my tongue. The taste was strong and, I can honestly say, the flavor was exquisite. He was definitely all-man with a pungent flavoring of hormones and other sexual secretions. I licked at his thighs and allowed my tongue to dig deep into the sweaty crack between his legs and his crotch. I even managed to get some of his taint, which had its own, striking taste.

I could hear the breath whistling into and out of his lungs. Clearly he was becoming more aroused. One look at his dick confirmed that – it stood out from his body like a sturdy tree branch that had just been lopped off at the end, all stubby and thick. His cockhead was fat, with a huge, flaring lip around the cap. Another drop of precious fluid had collected at the tip and I greedily lapped it up, savoring the taste and allowing it to coat my tongue and teeth with a gluey residue of lubricant. As my hand cradled his testicles, I allowed his cockhead to slip inside my mouth. I ran my tongue along and under the shaft, and when I did that he let out a slight, almost inaudible whimper of pleasure. At that point I knew I had him and could do just about anything I wanted … well, maybe not anything, but enough.

I began playing with his cock. I tickled his pee slit with the tip of my tongue, then used it to slide along under the ridge of the mushroom cap, concentrating on the bottom, where the two hemispheres of the cap conjoined. Then it was down along the underside of the shaft, switching to the sides and eventually the top. All the while I was massaging his scrotum and balls with my fingers – gently, I’d add. I know some guys are sensitive to that.

He was whimpering like a puppy by the time I got down to the serious sucking. I began bobbing up and down on his shaft, which had become bone hard, like a pole of rebar. I was trying hard to keep my teeth from scraping his tender flesh, sometimes wrapping my lips over the tips of my front teeth. His balls squashed up against my chin.

He eventually placed his hand on the back of my head and started forcing me down on his cock. This was usually the point where my nose became nestled in the guy’s pubes, but this guy was shaved so all I had was some stubble rubbing against me. Still, I could smell his sweat and his glandular secretions, and that put the wood in my own dick, which was straining against my shorts. I tried hard to swallow my own saliva as a big, messy, spit-dripping cock is usually a turnoff for me, but it was impossible to get it all and I could feel it leaking out of the corners of my mouth.

I allowed the hand I was using to cup his balls to slide along his taint and explore the crack of his ass. This is the point where some guys draw the line, especially if they’re straight. The thought of anything going up their butts is a panic point for them. That’s why I wait until they’re fully aroused, like my young HVAC tech. I let me fingertip rub the wrinkled pucker of his asshole while simultaneously bearing down on his fat cock. He didn’t seem to mind and I almost considered spitting on my finger so I could probe his body from that end, but I didn’t want to press my luck.

His use of my mouth was became more urgent. He was now pounding at me, his cock penetrating my throat as he tried to push it deeper and deeper into me. I knew he was approaching orgasm and I wanted to make it good for him, so I snorted air through my nose so I could breath, and ran my tongue furiously around his shaft, desperately trying to ratchet up the friction. His ass had clamped down on my finger and his balls were now slamming into my chin.

He whined, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Keep sucking me!” and on his backstroke his ass crack opened up along with his pucker, and my finger just sort of eased into him. That seemed to propel him to even greater heights of sexual excitement and he let out a bellow as he rammed his cock as far as he could down my throat, his hand on the back of my head forcing me to choke on his fat meat.

At that moment he howled in ecstasy as a huge explosion of cum erupted down my throat. He spread his legs to get deeper into me as he pumped me full of his jizz, and my finger slid effortlessly into his ass, which then cinched tight around it. His pucker was so raw and hard I thought it would snap my finger off at the base. He continued ramming his dick down my gut as his cum jetted into me, some of it coming back up into my mouth so I could savor its manly flavor. He was gasping for breath and moaning at the same time, and a drop of sweat hit me on the forehead – or was it a splash of his seed? I don’t know which.

His thrustings began to fall off and I was able to pull back from his dick just a little, enough to get a proper breath and swish his sperm around the inside of my mouth. His ass had relaxed around my finger and I was running it into and out of his anus, finger-fucking him as much as I could until he recovered from his post-sex hangover. I pulled off his dick and sucked on the very tip, like a straw, trying to drain every drop of cum and semen from his balls.

His hand relaxed at the base of my skull and I dared to look up at him. His eyes had a glassy, unfocused look, but there was a trace of a smile on his lips. Mostly he just looked contented, and I knew at that moment I had given him the best blowjob of his young life.

His cock had gone soft. I finished my sucking and made sure he was totally clean, then gave his balls a quick going over. I really did wish he’d left his pubes in place but oh well, you can’t have it all. When I glanced back up at him he gave me a faux reproachful look, then gestured to his crotch.

I still had my finger up his ass.

I laughed and eased it out of him, allowing him to pull up his shorts and get everything put back in place.

“I gotta say, this has been the most … interesting … job call I’ve ever been on,” he said before getting back to work. I got up off the floor, went into the bathroom and washed my hands. I could still taste him in my mouth. I thought about brushing my teeth but decided against it. I wanted to taste him as long as possible.

When I came out, he was wrapping up. He gathered up his tools and put them back in the van, then came back in to give me the bill.

As I was PayPal-ing the cash to his employer he said, “You might want to get that thermostat replaced in the near future. The set buttons were kinda kludgy.” He paused a moment, then smiled shyly and said, “If you want, I can take care of that. Just ask for Kevin.”

A week later, that’s exactly what I did!

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He closed that door and I dropped my head in an angered sigh, angry with him, with myself. I tried to pick myself up again, groaning at the stinging pain in my brain. It wasn’t a matter of right or wrong anymore— but life and death.

Max didn’t deserve to die, and I was treacherous for speaking his name… for what? For another sexual experience? For another sliver of happiness? It was fucked up, I knew that.

I picked at my clothes, ignoring the agonizing pain that rang in my ears as I dressed. I need to save him, I can’t let him get away with this. I need to save Max.

I have to.

Problem is, I know next to nothing about the kid, besides the fact that he lives at the fraternity. And that’s a place I haven’t wanted to step back on to, but here I am— sacrificing my comfort to save a man that laughed in my face. It was pitiful, but I couldn’t live with the thought of me being the reason for his demise.

I struggled out of the door, hopeful that I wouldn’t be too far behind him. But as I trudged through the halls and down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think of what he meant when he said; “we’re cut from the same cloth… I get you… and you get me.” From where I stood, from where I scrambled down steps to save the life of someone who didn’t give a shit about me— I realized I was nothing like him.

I cared about others regardless if they cared about me. I wasn’t heartless or vengeful or… hateful. I’m not a killer, I can’t be.

The night time air hit me like a ton of bricks, the breeze swaying through my short hair as I broke out in a sprint towards Greek Row. I could make it, I could save him.

Nothing prepared me for such a vigorous run, such a sprint that my feet nailed to the ground with. I’ve never ran so fast with so much purpose. I just knew I needed to get there before another tragedy could occur.

And as I turned on to the dimly lit road of Greek Row, as I passed house after house, this twinge of panic kept rising to my throat. I felt like I would spill my guts at any moment. But I made it, I stormed up the stairs to Kappa Phi and knocked furiously on the door until someone opened.

“What do you want?” Some tall, blonde and bulky man answered the door; drawn brows with a sour attitude.

I tried to look past him, “Have you seen Max?”

He blocked my vision, “What’s it to you?” He retorted, “Aren’t you that pledge that ran away crying the other week?” And I saw the slightest bit of amusement caught on his lips.

I dropped my stare to his eyes, “Have you seen Max?” I repeated, not looking for a play by play.

He scoffed, “Get lost weirdo.” And he shut the door in my face, leaving me speechless on the other side. In a way I thought, good, this is good. How could anyone make their way inside if the door gets slammed in their face.

But another part of me believed anything was possible, that other part of me that believed in ghost stories and serial killers and their will to do as they please. He… well… he didn’t admit it, but he did. He didn’t outright say, “I killed Corey.” But he may as well have. He said he deserved it, and that was enough of a confession to me. And if all that was true— then Max is most certainly next.

I bit at my lip, thinking of how I could warn him. But nothing came to mind as I stepped down the front porch and checked the coast. Nobody was outside, nobody would see if I snuck around the side of their house— so I did.

I ducked behind a hedge of bushes and hugged the exterior of the house, silently listening for any noise, for any sign of life behind these walls. But I heard nothing, absolutely nothing. Yet, I did see a light coming from a first story window.

I held my breath and peered inside, thankful for their lack of blinds and curtains. I didn’t see anyone, I surely didn’t see Max. I sighed in irritation. Why was it so hard to save someone from being murdered? Why is it me that had to do it? Why is my conscious so heavy?

But in that moment of clarity, I noticed the slight crack of the window, a slight enough crack for me to wedge my finger in and pry the window open.

Try as I might, I went as slow and as deliberate as I could, making as little noise as possible. And when the window was ajar just enough, I hoisted myself through and crawled to my feet inside their home. It was cold and this was a bedroom. Who’s? I don’t know. But all I could think about was finding Max.

As I tiptoed to the door, I pressed my ear against it, listening for noise in the hall. Nothing. But before I opened it, I needed to think of a plan— probably something I should’ve done a lot earlier. If I find Max, what do I say? “Some deranged killer is out to get you.”? No, that would only make me look crazy, or worse— an accomplice.

I racked my brain for what to say, deciding that any distraction would be enough. It didn’t have to be about the killer, right? I could just break into their house and act like I was upset they didn’t bid on me for their fraternity. Yeah… I could take the crazy route… get campus security called and make this place a killer free zone.

That’s all I could do.

So I opened the door with confidence, prepared to lie my way through the house until I found the man with a bounty on his head.

I tread through the hall carefully, blinded by the ornate detailing of the crown molding and carpet runners. And I kept on until I heard voices— a lot of them. They were all coming from a single space. I held the corner and peered inside a living room, and there he was— Max.

And he wasn’t alone, there were five other guys around him. This is perfect, I thought. But right as I was going to make a move to reveal myself, Max stumbled to his feet, clearly very intoxicated.

Not a good time. Not a good time. One look at me with five other drunk guys and… I couldn’t imagine what would happen to me. And I’m afraid to say that I cowered in fear and hid behind the corner, and watched all of them exit the room and go down a separate hallway and up stairs. None of them saw me, I guess I really am that invisible.

I shook my head with a deep breath, at least I know where he went. So I cautiously followed them up the stairs, hiding behind walls and ducking behind furniture until I saw which room Max fled to. Okay… okay, this is it.

Buckle up. It’s time.

I made a run for his door and opened it, letting myself inside and closing the door behind me. But his room was empty—

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I turned at his voice behind me.

I let out a sigh, “Max, I know y—“

“I asked you a question, faggot.” He stepped towards me, anger and drunkenness and disdain in his voice. I let the slur roll off my back, now wasn’t the time to ridicule.

I put my hands up, “Max…”

But he lunged at me, slapped me across the face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He was slurring his words together as he towered over me.

“I— I ne—“

He grabbed me by the shoulders and tossed me into the wall, pinning me there by my throat. “No faggots allowed. Didn’t you get the hint?” I squirmed under the pressure of his hand. “And now you wanna sneak your gay ass in my room?” He spat in my face.

I tried to talk but I couldn’t, my oxygen was cut off.

“Clearly you didn’t get the message.” He let go of me and I gasped for air. But he only kneed me in the stomach and threw me to the floor with a thud. “How about I show you a lesson?” He smirked down to me before dropping on top of me and pulling at my pants.

“No—“ I urged him, but he was stronger than me; “Stop it, Max what the f—“ and his hand covered my mouth, muffling all of my words as he flipped me to my stomach and exposed my ass to him.

Oh my god… this is… am I about to be?

A fight or flight kicked in as I turned around and on my back again, kicking at him with no use. He was fumbling with his own pants, “Let me show you how disgusting a faggot is, hm?” He’s about to… rape me…

I was struggling under his force, doing anything I could to get away from him before—

Blood splattered all over my face, and Max started to scream before a hand covered his mouth and drug him to his feet.

It was him. He was in a mask, and he held a knife to Max’s throat.

I was in utter shock, watching everything transpire above me. “You just had to intervene?” He growled, pulling Max further away; “Get up and get gone. Now.” He ordered me.

I lifted to my knees and pulled my pants back up, stood and stared at Max’s pleading eyes.

“Don’t.” I pleaded for him, “Please don’t do th—“

And he slashed his knife across Max’s neck, blood draining from his throat as he fell limp to the floor.

I lost all of my breath, lost every sign of composure as my eyes started to water. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. What the fuck do I do. He’s going to kill me next. I looked up to his mask, only fear in my eyes.

“Leave. Now.” He ordered again, a steady stance with his knife in hand.

I obeyed. I sidestepped around the scene, careful not to let the blood touch my shoes as I walked to the door. “You won’t get away with this.” I cried, tears streaming down my face.

He chuckled, “Go sunshine.”

And I opened the door, not believing what I just witnessed. “What the fuck?” The boy from before saw me exiting Max’s room, blood still on my face. And the color from his face drained as his eyes went from me to the door then back to me.

He ran at me, pushed me, and flung Max’s door wide open. But I was on the ground in the hall as I heard yet another thud hit the floor, and that’s when I knew that he died too.

My chest was heaving, I couldn’t live with this.

But I stumbled back to my feet, ran the opposite way and down the stairs, cursing myself for forgetting my phone in all the madness. Someone needed to call campus security, someone had to before more people died.

I ran to a home phone on the first floor and picked it up… only to hear a dial tone on the other end. I tried punching in numbers, any numbers— nothing.

“Fuck.” I muttered, “Fuck.” I knew this looked bad. With blood on my face, two dead brothers upstairs. Oh my God I’m gonna go to jail, or worse.

I fled for the door and swung it open, ripped off my shirt and rubbed my face of the blood. My body was trembling but adrenaline kept me going, kept me moving through the streets as I ran all the way back to my dorm.

I don’t know if it was luck that no one saw me, or fate. But either way I locked my door and sunk to the floor, crying in my bloody shirt.

I am going to get him. I have to get him.

He can’t get away with this.

Dominic peered at Earth from his home in outer space. He had a quaint bungalow in the panhandle of Ursa Minor. It was prime real estate for his job, really, which required periodic travel to the blue and green planet for long periods of time.

As Dominic observed the planet’s inhabitants through his telescoping window, he had to blink away a bright glare, the universe’s signal to him that there were humans who needed intervention, that his break was over and it was time for his return to Earth’s atmosphere. The whole process was quite routine. He’d been traveling to and from Earth for quite some time now, and he would continue for a while more.

He closed and shuttered the window. He put out the final embers in his fireplace, and set out a bowl of food for Luna, his grump of a Sphynx cat. She only appeared to him when she missed him. This was when he returned after having been on Earth for some time, but once she got her fill of him, she would slink away and keep herself busy with grooming, a game of chase with some of the rodents about, or eating vast quantities of the food he left out for her in heaps. 

He never knew how long he would be gone. It all depended on the mission at hand, to which he was never availed beforehand. This was the plight of celestials. (Not to say that he often complained about his circumstances; after all, he thought that he had it much better than Earthlings.) It was just that his life was bound to his purpose, and he could afford himself no personal indulgences, no distractions.

He nestled into his bed, closed his eyes, and released his mind to the tide of time. It pulled him out to sea, tumbled him dizzily forward into a swirling gush. His consciousness spun until he found himself in the body of a man. (It was always a man, and while he never knew much about the occupant initially, the universe would fill in gaps along the way.) Apparently, this one belonged to a movie theater attendant, the cashier of the candy, popcorn, and soda bar. No matter. It was Dominic’s for now.

The male body donned close-fitting black trousers, a cotton button-down uniform, and white under-briefs. They pressed down on his muscles, sculptural shapes padded down on his neat physique. He felt tight and powerful in this vessel. He slid his hands across the armor of his chest, around his cannonballs of shoulders, down the grooves of his back, and into the naughty place between his ripped legs where his fingers dared to explore the moist and dangerous nooks and adjust the heavy appendage cramped there.

This process was ritual for Dominic. For each new body he occupied, he needed to know what he was working with. And this time he very much liked what he wore. The movie theater lobby was empty for all he could tell. The next film wouldn’t be over for a half hour. This will be real quick, he thought. He pulled the stool out from under the counter where the popcorn machine still popped away. He propped himself against it and unzipped the crotch slip of his pants.

From them, he conjured the shaft of his penis. Even just the thought of this man’s body hardened him: the power and confidence it afforded, the masculinity and risk it suggested. As he wrapped his fingers around it and rubbed, it swelled and throbbed. He could feel the beat of his heart in the vein of his cock. Soon enough, his limb had grown to the size of a cucumber, heavy and outsized in his grip. 

Suddenly, Dominic heard the rustle of clothes, footsteps, and the creak of a door behind him. He turned away and tried to fit his dick back into his pants, but the rock hard length would not yield to return to its pocket. It was too late anyway. The other attendant stood in shock, mouth agape at the risky behavior of his coworker. 

Somehow Dominic knew that this coworker was the younger brother of his best friend. He knew his name, too, and upon speaking, conjured it thoughtlessly from his tongue.

“Ray,” he stammered.

“Jimmy what are you doing?” Ray asked, disbelief played out in his voice.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“What else could it be? Your cock is hard and out and…”

“I know, I know.” Now Dominic, or Jimmy rather, was actively trying to return his cock to the curtain of his pants. Still, it was too hard to fit. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell anyone. Look, I–”

“It’s so big…” Ray said, as Dominic continued to fiddle trying to find a way to tuck it behind the fly. “Do you need help with that?” Ray’s gaze had dropped downward.

“Huh?”

“Here, let me show you a trick.” Ray walked over and into the light. Dominic could see him well enough now. He had an olive complexion and dark brown hair. He was built like a twink, with the vague outline of small muscles taut against his lean frame. His eyes were a warm oaky brown. His features were soft and kind, and his expression indicated to Dominic that he truly wanted to help. Dominic knew that Jimmy had helped Ray get this job, that Ray was as kind as his eyes suggested. He was thoughtful and selfless. Jimmy liked having the rascal around, though he wouldn’t have told Ray’s older brother that. He had been weird about Jimmy offering to help Ray out. Jimmy had done it anyway. He wasn’t sure why.

Ray hiked up his similar black trousers and took a knee. “Let me see if I can…” He took hold of the zipper and started to tug the fabric downward. He used his fingers to angle the cock behind the waistband, but as he did so, he paused with the cock in his hand. It twitched. Ray’s eyes trailed from the appendage flickering in his grasp to the blushing face of Jimmy, the best friend of his older brother. “Is this ok?” Ray asked.

Dominic nodded. Ray allowed his hand to rub Dominic’s cock back and forth, to squeeze, to linger at the head where his fingers tap danced on the precum pooling there. There was something magnetic about the penis. Ray may have always been curious about the cocks of men. He may have just had his eyes opened to them. Or maybe Ray found this cock and this one alone particularly compelling and demanding. He knew only that it deserved his attention and affection. 

He wondered how it tasted. He brought the precum to his tongue, savored it there. He leaned forward for more, bringing his tongue straight to the source. He licked and licked and massaged the head with his tongue. He closed his lips around it and sucked. He wanted, needed more.

His lips inched further down the shaft of Jimmy’s cock, sucking and pulling along the way. Halfway down, the tip pushed against the back of his throat. Saliva gathered in his mouth and began dripping down the shaft as he fought his gag. Ray still needed more. He pushed deeper, continuing to rub the base as he did.

Dominic released a groan of satisfaction, “Damn, Ray, that feels good.” He wrapped Jimmy’s hands around the back of Ray’s head. He wanted him to keep going, but also he just wanted Ray to know that he was doing a good job, that he was thankful of his effort.

Ray wasn’t able to get the whole thing down his throat, but it wasn’t for lack of effort. Jimmy’s cock was just too big. Even still, Ray impaled his throat with the rod, dragging his lips across the veiny skin and lubricating it with his spit. Eventually, Dominic pulled Ray off, spit stringing off with him. As he pulled him up, he looked at him in his adorable brown eyes and brought their lips together. 

His cock twitched from lapping up the saliva dribbling at the corners of Ray’s lips and tasting the musk of Jimmy’s enormous member there. “Follow me,” Dominic said.

He took Ray’s hand and, with his cock out, took Ray to a storage room, where he knew there’d be a bit more privacy. Apparently, they were the only two on shift at the moment. Dominic wondered if this encounter was part of the mission for Jimmy’s body, if he was supposed to bring him together with Ray.

“Come here, sexy,” Dominic said, tugging him with extra force into the room where they kept buckets, bags, cups, ticket rolls, and the like. Ray let himself be handled, practically skating into Dominic’s arms. Dominic pulled the door closed, whipped around, and lifted Ray’s smaller frame up against Jimmy’s larger, muscular body. Ray wrapped his legs around Jimmy’s hips. Dominic pushed the two of them against the back of the door, and they smashed their lips together in passion.

As they made out, Dominic could feel Jimmy’s latent lust for Ray. He could sense, too, that Jimmy was confused because of it. He didn’t understand why he wanted to scoop up Ray, to take him out on the town, to treat him to the things that made him happy, to court him in the traditional way so Ray would let him get into his pants. He had dated girls, he liked girls, right? Something about Ray captivated him.

Pressing the solid weight of Jimmy’s body against Ray’s, Dominic positioned his hips under Ray’s so that Dominic could free his hands without putting Ray down. Ray squirmed and moaned as Dominic set to work on Ray’s belt and zipper. He tugged the black trousers down to his knees and peeled off his shirt. He scooped his hands under Ray’s thighs and lifted him up so he could take this man’s cock in his mouth. It didn’t match up in size to Jimmy’s, but it was nice all the same. It had an unexpected thickness to it and he couldn’t quite easily get it all in his mouth in one go.

He worked Ray’s cock by lifting him higher and lower, flexing the ridiculous bulges of his arms. He was feeding himself Ray’s meat, milking his cock and hoping to be rewarded with his come. Ray threw his head back and practically yelled in pleasure. His hands, which had been fiddling with his trousers to get them off, came at once to Jimmy’s head. “Please, Jimmy, wait.”

Dominic pulled off. “Hm?”

“I don’t want to come yet. I want you inside me.”

Dominic smirked. He loved his job. He brought Ray back down the door as they had been before. He leaned into Ray’s ear, “How badly do you want me inside you?”

“So bad, really bad, I’ll do anything,” Ray whispered back in a tone leaden with pleasure.

“Good.” Dominic brought his forefinger up to Ray’s mouth and pushed it inside, their eyes locked as he did so. He dragged it along his cheek and under his tongue, letting it become wet. He pushed the wet finger against Ray’s tight, shaved hole, which quivered in anticipation.

At first, the sphincter resisted, closing back so tightly that Dominic couldn’t find any give. Dominic leaned in and kissed Ray gently. “Take a deep breath. Relax,” Dominic cajoled. 

Ray inhaled sharply as Jimmy’s finger slipped just barely inside. Dominic poked and prodded until there was enough elasticity to be able to properly finger him. As it drew in and out, Ray looked sweetly into Jimmy’s eyes, his arms draped around his neck.

Eventually, Dominic withdrew the finger. He showed Ray the two fingers, and Ray silently nodded. So Dominic went back for more, fucking the twink with his two fingers. This time Ray moaned, the exhale a mix of his pleasure and pain. Dominic pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing them up to the knuckle. Jimmy’s fingers were long and masculine, thick but not bony. They made Ray wiggly and hard and leak onto the flat of his stomach. They were ideal in getting Ray ready for his cock. 

“I’m ready,” Ray said. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Dominic removed his fingers and braced Ray by the hips. He lowered his ass down and lined up his cock to his hole. Just as Dominic moved to enter, Ray extended his legs, squirming lower, sending them both into a moment of euphoria, the former’s tip now inside the latter. Dominic pushed deeper, and Ray whimpered at his girth.

“Fuck,” Ray drawled. “Please,” he pleaded, feeling Dominic plunge deeper inside.

Dominic paused and withdrew to the edge before slipping back in. He repeated this motion until he felt Jimmy’s balls pressing against Ray’s ass.

“Fuck me,” Ray repeated.

And Dominic did.

In one fell swoop, he fucked him from base to tip to base again, evoking another whimper from Ray. He began fucking Ray just as he wanted to, unleashing Jimmy’s body to full throttle. He relished this human vessel, with its rippling strength and engorged cock. Jimmy clearly put much attention into his body, and Dominic appreciated it. Now Ray could too.

Ray’s back was sliding up and down the backside of the door from the momentum of Dominic’s thrusts. His arms were wrapped up around Jimmy’s rounded, firm shoulders. Dominic lifted him away from the door to fuck him unhindered. Ray was much smaller, but Jimmy’s arms still strained, his veins throbbing beneath the skin, as he fucked the twink by his own strength. 

The tightness of Ray’s hole felt amazing on his cock. Each thrust, followed by the slap of Ray’s ass against Jimmy’s powerful thighs, was met with a grunt from Dominic. He could feel the tightness of come rising inside him. He knocked one more thrust into Ray before slowly pulling out.
“I want you on your feet against the wall,” Dominic said as he let Ray’s feet to the ground. 

Ray leaned in for a kiss, a token of tenderness for Dominic to remember, before setting it aside for physical gratification. He put his hands high above his head on the wall and arched his back. It was dark in the store room, but enough light filtered through the door for Dominic to see the curves of his butt. It wasn’t the biggest butt that Dominic had ever seen. But Ray’s glutes were at once firm, perhaps lean like the rest of his legs, and supple: big and rounded off enough at the bottoms such that his cheeks jiggled ever so slightly.

Ray was adorable and sexy posed there, offering himself to Dominic. Ray deserved appreciation, worship even. He was too good for this world. Then it hit Dominic: this was his mission. This is why he’d been sent to Jimmy. It wasn’t about Jimmy at all, or maybe only tangentially. Ray had been pining for Jimmy, his older brother’s best friend, the hot hunk who’d gone out of his way to help get him this job. But the risk was too great. Ray couldn’t talk to Jimmy about it without the risk of getting beat up or outed. And while Jimmy had feelings, they were hidden deep behind a revolving door of girlfriends and a life that hadn’t set him up to even acknowledge same-sex attraction.

The universe had decided that Ray deserved more. The universe had sent Dominic to make sure that Ray got what he always wanted: a chance with the man of his dreams. And who knows–maybe this encounter would lead to a life together? Dominic hoped so.

Dominic didn’t know how good Jimmy was at fucking, so in that moment, Dominic resolved himself to give Ray the best damn fuck of his life. 

Dominic slunk to his knees beneath Ray, pulled his cheeks apart, and feasted.

Ray’s back arched deeper and he released a moan. “Oh, fuck, Jimmy. Where’d you learn to do that?”

Dominic answered by fucking Ray with his tongue. At this point, Ray’s hole had been loosened some, but it was still tight and slightly damp with sweat and pre-come. It was Ray’s musk, and for that reason, it tasted of goodness, of selflessness, of thoughtfulness. It tasted of someone who made a point to take care of everyone around him. The least Dominic could do was to make sure Jimmy pleasured Ray the best way he knew how. 

Ray responded with more moans of pleasure. Dominic had been rubbing Ray’s ass and began to kiss and lick all over it too, dragging his tongue across the olive skin, pausing only to impart loving kisses here and there and between his legs, on his perineum, beneath his balls, up his back, and on the creases of his neck, which caused him to tilt his head and moan especially fervently.

Dominic inserted his cock and fucked him more. The whimpers and grunts he brought out of Ray made him proud and extra hard. He focused on the spots that seemed to drive Ray particularly wild. He started out steady and worked up his pace and his vigor. He found himself channeling the full force of Jimmy’s virility into each thrust just to hear Ray’s sweet, sweet cries of pleasure.

“When you’re ready, I want your come inside me,” Ray said at one point between thrusts.

They switched to missionary on the floor, with Dominic towering over Ray. Dominic tucked Ray’s legs tucked over his enormous shoulders and powered away once more. At times, lifting himself off the ground to get a better angle, to get deeper inside. Dominic used Jimmy’s coordination to kiss him without ever stopping. Small moans escaped Ray’s lips between kisses, and he seemed to melt looking into Jimmy’s eyes. 

“I’m… going… to–” And Ray went silent as his body shook. He shot string after string of come onto the both of them. The hard fucking from Dominic had sent him over the edge, and there was no going back. Dominic didn’t dare stop, didn’t dare ruin this moment for Ray.

Seeing Ray so pleased, so satisfied with how Dominic had used Jimmy’s body, Dominic couldn’t help but unleash his faucet, and come poured from Jimmy’s long, hard, and fat cock into Ray. He never stopped his forceful pounding until a few moments after his last shot. He gradually slowed down and carefully exited Ray, globs of come dripping to the floor and stringing to his cock.

Jimmy draped himself over Ray, and Ray nuzzled into him. They kissed, this time with no goal in mind. They simply kissed, tasting each other and caring for each other with tender lips. Jimmy caressed Ray’s cheek, moved a bit of loose hair behind his ear. Ray gingerly kissed Jimmy’s muscular chest. 

They had connected. Ray had gotten a chance with a stud who might not have had the courage to pursue his feelings. And Ray deserved that. He had put out enough true and honest goodness in the universe that the universe had decided to return the smallest favor. Dominic smiled as his consciousness receded and he let Jimmy take full control again. As was usual, the orgasm had ended the mission, had solved a problem.

Dominic felt the tides of time sweeping him away. He held on for a brief moment to cherish what he had created. He wished he could’ve stayed longer to see what they said to each other. He envisioned the two of them confessing their long-held secret feelings, deciding to go on old-fashioned dates like Jimmy wanted. He imagined a cute diner with burgers, french fries, and a milkshake with two straws. He wished he could know how they’d end up. But this wasn’t how the universe worked. So he let himself get swept away on the tide of time to his next mission, whatever it would be.

I’m a very pale white guy, chubby with a big ass, 5.6 feet tall. I was horny and scrolling true grinder to find a hookup. I found this black guy who looked attractive. Muscular body, 6 feet tall, mid-40s fellow. His screen name was Big Daddy Dick. I messaged him to say hello, but the immediate response was if I was down to fuck. Well, that is what I was looking for so I told him “Yes”. So, a few messages later I sent him my address and he told me he would be there in about 2 hours, just enough time to get clean and ready.

Two hours later there he is ringing my doorbell. I welcomed him inside, introducing myself, but he didn’t give me a name back, he just told me to call him Big D. I was in just a t-shirt and sweatpants when he arrived, and he was wearing jeans and a shirt. I invited him inside and offered him a drink, while I went get change and ready for him. But he told me he was good, and if I don’t mind, he just wanted to get down to business. When I looked over to him after he refused the drink, I saw him zipper already undone and he was holding his dick in hand. It was a bit fast paste for me but I was turned.  He didn’t have to say anything else, I knew what he wanted, so right away I got down on my knees in front of him and took his dick in my hand. I moved my hand up and down the shaft a few times before putting it in my mouth. I started to suck his dick, playing with his ball with one hand and I started to feel it growing inside my mouth. When he finally was fully erect his dick was around 7.5- 8 inches, thick black dick. For a guy calling himself Big Daddy Dick, I expected more, but I was not disappointed for sure. I was blowing him for maybe 15 minutes when he asked me if I wanted to feel Big Daddy inside of me, to which I replied “Yes, Daddy”. He sat on the couch me to crawl to him and beg for his dick. I began to crawl toward him begging for his dick. When I reached him, I started licking his balls and sucking on his dick once again, begging him to fuck me. His ball and dick were sweaty and tasted salty.  After a few minutes of begging, he told me I could sit on it if I like. Excited I grabbed a bottle of lube and lubed his cock and my ass nicely, before sitting on top of him facing him. We already exchanged info and I knew he was clean so no condom I wanted to feel him raw. With me on top of him, I adjusted his dick on my hole and slowly started to push down on him, taking his rock-hard dick in my ass.  He wasn’t doing anything, just relaxing on the couch letting me take my time and do all the work. While I was sucking his cock, we both got undressed.

I slowly took all of his dick inside of me and kept it like that for a few minutes. I placed my head on his shoulder and waited for my ass to get used to the feeling. After the pain subsided, I slowly started to move up and down on his cock. At first just an inch up and down, but when I got used to it, I started to jump more up and down, holding on to the back, ridding his dick, and moaning. It was like riding my dildo something I had done 100 times. I was having fun and didn’t even realize when he had put his hand on my ass guiding it up and down on his dick. He started to slap my ass and to tell me I feel good, the first words he spoke in maybe 20 minutes. He told me to turn around and keep going. I got up, turned my back again him, and adjusted his cock once again riding on it. My feet were on the ground and I was about to lift them onto the couch so I can have a better pose to jump on his cock, but he pushed me forward, making me reach for the ground. He moved his legs more spread, joining mine together, telling me he wanted to look at my ass impaled on his cock. My legs were together and my hand were touching the ground I was still jumping up and down on his cock, while I could feel his slap and spit on my ass. My cock was between my thighs still soft but I could feel the precum leaking from it.

I started to get tired and slowed down when he felt that he grabbed me and lifted me on the couch standing behind me. He put me in a doggy stile, lifted one leg next to me, and penetrated me again. He was now in control I could feel him ramming that dick inside my ass, hearing the slap from his things on my ass. He was slapping my ass in his hand and asking me if I liked Daddy’s dicks inside of me. All I could do is moan and beg him to fuck me harder. I looked back and saw his concentrated face locking down on his cock penetrating my ass, I knew he was on a mission.

I could take him like that all night, but when he grew tired of it, he pulled out and ordered me to lay on my back legs up. He climbed next to me on the couch and adjusted his dick to penetrate me once again. One of my legs was in the air with him holding it, the other was up the back of the couch resting on it. He was slamming his dick once again inside of me until suddenly he leans forward and grabbed my neck with his other hand. I could feel him choking me while fucking me with sheer force. It was playful but at the same time he was a heavy guy and I could feel his weight on my head so it was a bit hard to breathe. I had my mouth open and my tongue out breathing like a dog, when he started to spit in my mouth telling me what a good whore I am. I had forgotten about my dick; I was his bitch now and he could do anything to me.

I could hear his breathing speed up and his face was very intense, the veins on his body were all popping out. He told me he was close and asked me where I wanted his seed, I told him I wanted to taste him, so when he was almost there, he pulled out and started to jerk off over my face and mouth. SPERM, sperm everywhere, he started to cum on my face trying to aim toward my open mouth, but it got over my cheeks, forehead, neck, down my chest, and in my hair, and even hit me in my eye. I ate as much of his cum as I had in my mouth before starting to gather the other with my finger, cleaning it on my eye first, and also putting it in my mouth. It tasted salty, saltier than his dick. I had his cum in my mouth playing around with it, sticking my covered tongue out, when he told me to clean his dick. I started to suck on his cock again, putting the sperm on top of it, then licking it again. He was still on top of me and I was just lying there, sucking and cleaning his cock, taking it as much inside my mouth as it could fit. When he was clean, he collapsed down, sitting on the couch next to my legs I was still laying there 1 foot hanging out 1 foot resting on the back of the couch, ass missing his cock inside of me already. We were both tired and covered in sweat.

We stood like that for maybe 10 minutes resting, before I finally told him how great it felt to have him inside of me. He told me I had a great ass tight ass and it felt great for him as well. We talked a little more about the sex before I finally managed to lift and sit next to him. I saw his cock was still semi-hard which surprised me after the litter of cum he just spilled over my face. I was about to get up and go clean the sperm off my face when he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. I instinctively started to jerk him off. Feeling his cock getting hard again. He then asked me if I was up for a second round. I did not reply, just laid on my stomach on the couch next to him, with my head over his cock, and I started to blow him again, feeling the taste of my ass on his cock.

It took me some time to get him fully hard again, but at the same time we were both resting, and only my mouth was doing any work. After blowing him for maybe 20 minutes he stood up and grabbed my arm leading me to get up as well. He pushed me toward the fall and told me to lean on it, exposing my ass. He grabbed the bottle of lube from earlier, lubed my now-presented ass and his cock, and began to penetrate me once again. My hand was on the wall, supporting me, with my legs together and his next to mine. My ass was pushed out so he could have a better angle to fuck me. What started slow, now was going again fast and hard, with his slamming his whole body against my ass. As he was taller them me, I was barely managing to keep my balance, standing on my finger, occasionally lifting from the ground from the trust. He was holding me in place, with his hand around my waist, but at times I felt I was lifted just by his cock inside of me.

My legs were beginning to shake I don’t know how much longer I could last like that; he saw me shaking a lot so told me to drop down on the floor. He then pushed my head and body down, just lifting my ass in the air, before he started to fuck me like some doll, even stepping on my head. I didn’t have the strength to even move so I was at his mercy, not even feeling my ass and legs from all the fucking. When he got sick of using me like that, he grabbed me and lifted me on the couch. He laid me on my stomach and started to fuck my ass again. I was lying flat down, legs crossed at the ankles, and all I could do I turn my head around to see his concentrated face once again. I grabbed both of my ass cheeks with my hand, giving him even access to go even deeper and deeper inside of me. After fucking my ass like that for what felt like hours, he was getting tired so he just laid on top of me, cock still inside, and his hips still thrusting inside of me. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear how hot I was, how tight I felt, which got me even hornier if that was possible.

He was ready to cum once again, and he ask me if he can cum inside of me this time. At this point, I was willing to do anything for him. Soon after I started to feel his warm cum, filling my inside, with him roaring on top of me, depositing every last drop of his seed inside of me. When he was done, I finally felt all of his weight on top of me, resting and breathing. His cock was still in my ass, and with every second it got softer, I could feel a little sperm leaking out from my ass, down my balls. After he rested a bit, he stood up, with me sitting up on the couch. I could feel the sperm leaking out of my ass, making a wet stain under my ass. He gave me his soft cock again and told me to clean it up once again, which of course I did right away. He then got dressed, thanked me for the sex, and left right away. Leaving me tired, used, with an ass and mouth filled with cum, but most of all satisfied. After 30 minutes of rest, I finally got up and went to take a shower, to clean all the dried-up cum from my body, face, and ass. Under the hot water every time I touch my sensitive asshole to clean it up, I remembered him inside of me and my dick twitched from excitement, slowly getting hard. When I finally touch my dick for the first time again, it took me 30 seconds to cum under the shower, draining my balls the same way, Big Daddy drained his inside of me, just a few moments earlier.

I pulled into the semi-circle in front of the dorms that I’d be living in for the next year.  I’d spent my first year in junior college, living at home, and I’d be starting my first year at the university as a sophomore.  I was a little nervous – but then who isn’t when starting at a new school?

The dorms here are sort of old, but seemed nice enough when I checked them out earlier.  There were 4 different 3 story dorms, each with 2 wings.  Each wing had a long hallway with 20 rooms, 10 on each side of the hallway and also a social gathering room with a small kitchen and refrigerator.  Most of them were doubles, but there were a few singles as well.  My dorm wing was called Aldeburgh after some English town.

I gathered up a few things from my car and went into the main lobby.  I found out that Aldeburgh was on the 2nd floor of the first dorm on the left as you entered.  My room was 226 and I found it easily.  The door was ajar, so I knocked and went in.  There was a guy in there about my age and he looked up.

“Hey, it looks like my roommate has arrived,” he exclaimed.  He bounced over to me (it turns out he seemed to bounce everywhere) and grabbed my hand.  “I’m Bobby, you must be Miles!”

I laughed, “You got that right!,” dumping my stuff on what was obviously my bed since the other one had plenty of things over all over it and holding out my hand.  “Glad to meet you Bobby!  Have you been here long?”

“Nah, I just got here a few hours ago myself – been trying to figure out where to put all my things.  I’m afraid I’m just not very good with organization – but I’ll make it all fit somewhere,” he frowned.

“You want me to help you carry your stuff up?”

“That would be great, Bobby.  I drove up here by myself.  Unfortunately my parents couldn’t come up to help.”

“Sure, no problem!”

We went down to my car and managed to get everything into our room in less than an hour.  Then I pulled my car around to the back where the dorm parking was.

After we got back to my room, I sat down on my bed and caught my breath.  I looked Bobby over while I was resting.  He was a good looking guy with an athletic build.  I’m 5’11” and he looked a little shorter than me, so 5’9” or 5’10”.  He had light brown hair almost the same color as mine, but mine was a little blonder.  He caught me looking at him.

“What?” he questioned.

“Oh, just thinking.  Uh, there’s something we need to talk about before I get too settled.”

He sat down on his bed opposite me.  “Ok, out with it – what’s the problem?  I don’t think you’re a serial killer,” he remarked with a grin.

“No problem from my end, Bobby.  You seem like a great guy and I think we could be good friends – at least I hope so.”

“And?”

“If you want another roommate, I’ll understand.”

“And why would I want another roommate?”

“Well, you see, this should be easier for me, but you see …. I’m gay.”  I looked down, not wanting to see his expression.

“Oh, is that all?  Don’t worry about it, Miles.  I don’t mind – but just don’t perv on me, OK?”

I looked up – Bobby was smiling at me.  “You sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.  I’m out to my parents but no one else.  But here at the university, now that I’m away from home, I’ve decided to come out to everyone.”

“Not only am I sure – but if anyone on this hall or anywhere else for that matter – gives you grief about it, let me know.

About four weeks later, Bobby and I were studying in our room when I heard Ravel’s Bolero coming out from some guy’s room.

“Hey Bobby, why does that guy keep playing that piece?  I think that’s the 2nd time this week and he’s played it at least once a week since I got here.

Bobby laughed.  “You know that guy about 3 doors down on the other side of the hall?  I think his name is Connor.”

I sure had seen him – how could I not notice him – he was gorgeous.

“Yeah sure.  I’ve even chatted with him a couple times – he’s really friendly.”

“Well I’m not sure it’s true, but the story goes, that whenever’s he’s playing that music, he’s fucking someone!  From what I understand it’s mostly guys like you,” Bobby smiled.  “But then I’ve heard sometimes a girl will come out afterwards too.  I guess he’s an equal opportunity fucker,” he said laughing.

“I’ve got to check this out.”

I got up and went out into the hall and into the common room, occasionally looking down the hall.  After a few minutes, I saw a cute, slim guy open Connor’s door and walk out.  I quickly ducked back into the room but watched him as he walked by it.  He looked like he’d been perspiring and he had a satisfied, almost relieved look on his face.

That night and all the next day, all I could think of was what Bobby had told me about Connor.  You see, while I know I’m gay, I really haven’t done anything sexually yet.  God knows I’ve wanted to, but the opportunity has never really turned up, and even if one had, I hadn’t wanted word to get around that I was gay – in either my high school or junior college.  Here at a big college, I didn’t think it would be that much of a deal since I was pretty sure that there were plenty of GLBT students here.

So maybe it was time to lose my virginity – and the answer was just a few doors down the hall from me.  I think if I still feel the same way tomorrow, I’ll see if Connor would be willing to help me out.

As it turned out, a couple days later, when I went into the Student Commons for lunch rather late, I saw Connor sitting at a table over in a corner by himself.  I took my tray over and stood by the table.

“Hi Connor, we haven’t had much time to get to know each other, mind if I join you?”

He looked up.  “You’re Miles aren’t you? Sure, have a seat.”

“So how’s college life treating you?’ he asked.  “You’re a freshman aren’t you?”

“No, actually I’m a sophomore – I spent my first year at a junior college to save money.  I wish I could have come here last year – it’s so liberating being out of the constant eyes of my parents.”

He laughed at that.  “Tell me about it.  I know what you mean.  I couldn’t do half the things I do here at home.”

I took a bite from my sandwich.  “What sort of things?”

“Oh various things – like skipping classes, hanging out with whoever I want to, flirting, sex – you know.”

“Sex? From what I’ve heard, you get a lot.  I’m really envious.”  I looked him straight in the eyes.
“There’s a rumor that every time we hear Ravel’s Bolero coming from your room, that you’re fucking someone.”

“Hmmm, maybe that’s true – maybe it’s not.  Maybe you’ll find out if you’re curious enough,” Connor responded with a grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it too,” he smiled mysteriously at me.

I decided to push things along a little.  “Did you know that I’m gay?”

He raised his eyebrows questioningly and it seemed his eyes seemed to focus more appreciatively on me.

I continued.  “The problem is, is that I’m still a virgin.  I really didn’t have much opportunity for sex at home.  Now that I’ve here, I want to – and I hope that problem will be rectified soon.  Maybe as early as tonight or tomorrow – if you want to help me.”

Connor looked around to see if anyone could overhear us, but there wasn’t anyone close.

He lowered his voice.  “You’re a cute, sexy guy, Miles.  If you’re serious about that …”

I interrupted.  “I sure am!”

“I’d like nothing more than to drive my dick into your cute sexy ass,” he glanced around again, “but you need to know I never use a condom.  I don’t like to have some latex wrapped around my rod and I don’t want to waste my cum inside some plastic.  I want to feel my skin rubbing against someone else’s skin and I also want to know my cum will splash on living flesh inside the person I’m screwing.  Would that a problem for you?”

I was getting hard just sitting there thinking about it.

“I’m not sure – what if I catch something from you?  I’ve been told never to have unprotected sex.”

“Well because you’re so cute with such a nice body and because I’d really like to fuck you, I’ll go to the Student Health Center later today and get tested again – I get myself tested once a month anyway and it’s about time to go again.  I’m sure the results will be negative because I’m careful about who I mess around with.  So if that’s the case, how about you coming around my room tonight about 9 and we’ll have some fun? If the test should turn out positive, I’ll find a way to let you know.  OK?”

“Oh God, I’m not sure I can wait that long!”

Connor laughed at that and gave me this really lust-filled look. :”You’re really turning me on, Miles.  I’d really rather do you right now on the floor in front of everyone, but the people eating in here might object, so I guess I’ll just have to wait.  But I’ll look forward to filling your ass tonight with a ton of my sperm.  God, you’ve gotten me hard as a rock just thinking about it!”  He reached down and adjusted himself.

Connor got up carefully from the table so no one could see the bulge in his pants.  “I wish I could stay and chat some more, but I’ve got a class to get to.  9 pm and not before, OK?  I’ll have some homework to get out the way before we get physical,” he said with a grin.

I watched him walk away – damn! he’s so incredibly sexy.  And he’s going to FUCK me tonight!!!  The anticipation is going to kill me!

I went to my classes of course, but I don’t think I heard a thing.  Afterwards, at dinner that evening, I was so nervous that I could barely eat.  My friends asked what was wrong with me and why was I so quiet when normally I was a chatterbox.  I just shrugged at them and gave them sort of a goofy grin.

Once I was back in my room, Bobby started giving me the 3rd degree.

“OK, Miles, you’re acting weird.  You’ve got to tell me what’s happened.”

“Nothing really, Bobby. I’m just sort of nervous, that’s all.”

“OK then, why are you nervous?  What do you have to be nervous about?”

“You see, I, uh, I ran across Connor at lunch today and talked to him some.”

“Connor? So what? Everyone talks to Connor.  Not a big deal.”

“Maybe not, but it is to me.  You see, I agreed to meet him in his room at 9 tonight.”  I grinned.  “You might hear him playing Bolero a little after 9.”

Light dawned in Bobby’s eyes.  “Fucking shit!!!  That’s really hot, man!  I’m so happy for you – frankly it grosses me out – but I really hope you have a good time.”  He started singing, not too loudly fortunately, “My roomie’s gonna get some cock tonight!  Tonight! Tonight! He’s gonna get some tonight!”  I laughed and told him to shut up but he kept on singing it, but not really loud enough for anyone but me to hear.

I blushed,  “Listen, I need to get cleaned up, so I’m going to go take a shower. And keep quiet about this or I’ll pound you into the ground!!!”

Bobby shouted as I went out the door, “Be sure to get all the important places!!!”

I tried to study some, but got little done – I kept imagining about what Connor and I might be doing in a couple hours.  After reading a page for about the 4th time and realizing I didn’t remember anything about what I’d read, I closed the book and went outside for a walk to settle myself down.

About an hour later, I went back in and changed clothes.  (Fortunately, Bobby wasn’t there and I had the room to myself.)  I decided just to wear a pair of shorts (no underwear), a t-shirt and some flip-flops.  Oh, and I put a dab of cologne on, hoping Connor would like it.

I knocked on Connor’s door just a little after 9.  I felt I could hardly breathe.

Connor opened the door just a few seconds later.

“Oh there you are, Miles – glad you could make it,” he smiled.  “Come on in.”

I walked in while he closed the door (and locked it) and looked around.  There wasn’t anything special about Connor’s room – just the normal stuff and some pop group posters on the wall.  Well there was one thing different – the bed was a full size rather than the narrow twins that the rest of us had.

It was obvious he had been studying since the desk light was on with an open book next to it and a notepad.

“I’m not interrupting your studying, am I?” I asked nervously.

“No, no, of course not.  I always take a break at 9 anyway.  If I don’t have company, I usually go outside and wander around or go downstairs and see what’s happening in the TV room.

I watched as he walked over and turned off the desk light.  I hadn’t noticed it before, but he was so graceful.  He walked so smoothly, barely lifting his bare feet from the floor.  It was a confident walk like he was some kind of animal that was in its domain and had complete control over everything inside.  And it was incredibly sexy too.

“Take a seat, Miles – and don’t be so nervous, I’m not going to bite – well at least not yet.”

He gave me a sexy grin and sat down in his desk chair.

I looked around to find where to sit and then sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what was going to happen next.

“You look almost frightened, Miles.  Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

I gulped.  “Y.Y.Yes, definitely,” I stuttered.”

“Well you’re going to have to relax.  Don’t worry, you’re not the first guy whose cherry I’ve taken.  I consider myself somewhat of an expert at deflowering cute guys like you.  We’ll take it slow and I promise you’ll love every minute it.”

“Hold on a minute, I have something that will help you with your nerves.”

He went to his closet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses and filled each of them about half full, then handed me one.

“This is Johnny Walker Black, really good stuff and very smooth.  Just sip it and let’s chat some, OK?”

I took the glass and took a sip.  I hadn’t drunk much alcohol before, mostly a few beers and a little vodka one time.  This tasted really good and gave me a warm feeling as it went down.

“Before we do that, would you do me a favor and take off your shirt?  I always like to ogle a cute guy’s body whenever I can – especially one I’m going to have sex with,” he said with a grin.

I pulled off my shirt – the room was warm so that wasn’t a problem, and it felt good having it off.

“Wow, really nice!  You’ve got great skin and so beautifully smooth.  And those nipples!  I can’t wait to suck on them!”

My dick hardened when he said that.  I could just imagine him licking and sucking on my nipples.

“Why don’t you finish your drink and I’ll sit on the bed next to you?” he told me as he drank the rest of his.

I gulped the rest of mine down.  

He got up and moved onto the bed, sitting next to me like he said and patted my bare knee.

Oh, oh, I thought, here goes.

“He moved his hand to my thigh.  He leaned over and kissed me lightly on my lips.

“I can see you’re still nervous.  Just relax Miles, we’re going to have lots of fun together in a few minutes.”

He leaned over and kissed me again – this time a little longer, while at the same time sliding his hand up my thigh a little further and began rubbing my leg.  I opened my mouth while he was kissing me, but he didn’t take advantage of it.  Pulling away, but with his hand still rubbing my leg,  he thought for a second.

“Let me tell you about my first time.”

“My parents – that is my step-dad and mother – took me with them on a ‘business’ trip down to Miami.  When we went into the office of the cheap motel we stayed, they asked for a single room with a roll-a-way for me.  The clerk took a look at me and said, “He’s old enough, and we’re not all that busy, so how about I give him his own room – no extra charge.  Would that be alright?””

“They quickly agreed and we went to our rooms and unpacked.  After about an hour, they told me they had to go into Miami on ‘business’ and they would probably be out late.  We agreed that we’d get back together for breakfast the next morning.”

Connor put his arm around me and wrapped his arm around me, playing with one of my nipples and kissed my cheek.

“So here I was in a motel in a town where I didn’t know anyone,” he continued.  “I watched a little TV, took a nap and then went out to dinner by myself at a nearby restaurant.  About 10, the clerk from the office knocked on my door, asked if I wanted some company since he was off for the night.  He ended up fucking me and every night for the 3 nights we were there.  I fucked him a few times too.  He stayed with me the entire night the last night and we fucked each other all night long.  My parents couldn’t figure out why I slept all the way home and I didn’t enlighten them.

Connor kissed me again and this time his tongue entered my mouth.  As we French kissed, he moved his hand down to my belly and slid it down inside my shorts and found my hard rod.  I moaned and shoved my dick into his hand.

He pulled back and stood up.  “My God, you’re hot, Miles!  Here come up here up.”

He took my hand and pulled me up and French kissed me, our tongues playing with each other.  Then he kissed down my chest and spent several minutes on my nipples, teasing them, sucking and biting.

At the same time, he pushed down my shorts and began stroking my cock.  He pushed me back onto the bed so that my back was on the bed with my feet still on the floor.

He looked down on me and grinned.  “That was a nice appetizer, but now for some real ‘meat’, and probably a fair amount of ‘liquid protein’ as well.

And with that, he kneeled down, spread my legs and swallowed the head of my dick – swirling his tongue around it.  I gave a surprised gasp and then he took it all the way down to the root, taking the head all the way into the back of his throat.  His lips slid up and down my 7”, faster and faster.  He wasn’t wasting any time – it was clear he wanted my cum badly and I could tell it wasn’t going to take him too long for him to get it.  His tongue went into action and licked all around the underside my sensitive glans.  My body jerked from the sensations and my back went stiff as a board.  I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my rod as far down his throat as possible.  He pulled back slightly.  My cock was throbbing.

“Oh, Goddd!” I cried.  My hips jerked and suddenly I was there.  “I’m cumming!!!” I cried.  He reached under and played with my balls as my boy juice spurted from my dick.

“Hmmm,” he moaned as he swallowed spurt after spurt after spurt.  There was so much that he couldn’t swallow fast enough and some leaked from the edges of his mouth.  I could see the muscles in his throat moving and I knew my seed was being eagerly consumed.

He sucked on my dick some more, making sure he got all of it.  I tried to pull him off, but he resisted until he got the last of it.

I fell back onto the bed exhausted as he let my slimy cock fall trom his mouth.

“Really tasty and very creamy, Miles.  That was quite a load and I enjoyed it more than you would know.  I wish I could bottle it.  How did you feel about being milked by a mouth like that?” he laughed.

I couldn’t say a word, I just lay there.

Connor got up and went to a drawer and got out a digital camera.

“Miles, I want to get before and after pictures of your asshole to show you later. I won’t take any pictures of your face, so no one, even if they saw the pictures, would know it was you.”

I weakly nodded.

He took a pillow and put it under my ass and then had me hold my legs back.  He took 2 or 3 quick shots and studied them and then put the camera back on his desk.

“You’ve got a really beautiful ass, Miles, almost as pretty as that great rod of yours.  I’m really going to enjoy opening it up!”

Connor dropped his shorts and stepped out of them.  His dick was standing up with a slight upward curve and looked to be about 8”.  It seemed to be a little thicker than mine and was surrounded by some dark brown hair which had been trimmed and which framed it nicely.  I noticed the dark purple head which had some pre-cum already leaking from it.

“Uh, Connor?

“What, Miles?”

“Can I touch your dick … please?”

A smile lit up Connor’s face and he walked closer.  “You can do a lot more than just touch!, Miles.”

I’d waited a long time for this and even dreamt about it, having a hot guy’s rod in my mouth and giving him a blowjob, and now I was finally going to get to do it!.

I put my hand on it and stroked it.  I had never seen anything so beautiful.  A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip and I leaned forward and eagerly licked it off and the rest that was on his cockhead.

Connor groaned.  I resisted the urge to pull his dick into my mouth and instead pushed it up until the head was touching his skin.  Then I took my tongue and slid it up all the way from his balls to just under the glans and smiled up at him.  Still holding it, I licked all the way around the glans and concentrated on the underside before finally taking it fully into my mouth.  Connor gave a loud groan which really turned me on.  I was surprised to find the shaft throbbing in my mouth.  Looking up again at Connor, I saw his eyes were closed in ecstasy.  I wanted more and wanted to see how much of it I could take.  I held his hips and slid my lips almost all the way down the shaft. I tried to open up my throat to take the rest, but gagged and started coughing..

“Take it easy, boy,” Connor told me.  “This is the first time you’ve sucked a cock, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“You’re doing great for your first time, Miles,  I love what you’re doing to me.”

I took his dick back into my mouth, but not so far this time and started doing to him what he did to me, swirling my tongue all over his shaft as I went up and down on it and sucking as hard as I could.

“Whoa, Tiger!  Take it easy – you’re going to make me cum and I don’t want to cum so soon.”

Regretfully, I let him pull it out of my mouth and back away.

“Tell you what, if you really want to suck me off all the way, I’ll let you do that tomorrow after classes.  But I really can’t let you do that tonight.  Sorry.”

I was disappointed, but I understood.  He wanted to cum in my ass and I wanted that so much.

Connor pulled me to my feet and hugged and kissed me deeply and I responded.  We kissed so long, rubbing each other all over until I almost came again.  Somehow he sensed that and pulled away, each of us breathing heavily.

“Miles, you’re unbelievable – and so beautiful – and cute!  I can’t wait to get my dick into you.”

“Me too, Connor, I can’t wait either.”

“Then let’s not.”  He got a huge bath towel out of his closet and spread it out over the bed.  Then he laid me down on the bed on my back and walked over to his desk and pressed a button on his CD player.  The opening drum beats of Ravel’s Bolero started, with the horns joining in a few seconds later, the melody winding seductively through the room.

Connor got on the bed and kissed me first on my cheeks, then on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.  He came back up to my mouth and kissed me again, his tongue slipping easily into  my mouth.  He held my head still and tongue fucked my mouth, his long pointed tongue quickly going in and out of my mouth ravenously.

I could feel all of his body laying on top of me and I slid my hips up and down, rubbing our rods together.

“You’re so sweet, Miles, so gorgeous!”

He slid on down my body, kissing my chest and finally taking my nipples between his lips.  He sucked, he nibbled, he bit, until my nips were so hard, they actually hurt.

He turned my over onto my front.  His legs were between mine and his hard rod was laying in the crack of my ass.  He rubbed his body against me, with his dick sliding up and down in my crack.  His lips kissed me all the way down my back until he got to my ass.  He moved off of me and spread my legs apart.

Suddenly I felt his tongue licking up and down my ass crack, finally centering on my hole.  He used his hands and spread my ass cheeks as far apart and he could and started licking my hole.

I both moaned and sighed – it felt so good!

He rimmed my ass, getting it really wet and getting my ass lips to relax some.  Next he used his hands to pry my cheeks open further, pointed his tongue and pierced my hole with it.  His tongue seemed to have a life of his own, playing inside on the sensitive skin of my sphincter more and more.  I never felt anything more heavenly.

After opening my hole as much as he could with his tongue, he poured some oil over the small opening he’d created and let it drip down inside.  He oiled up one of his fingers as well and penetrated me with it.  I jerked a little as I felt it slide into me up to his knuckle and maybe a little further.  He pulled his finger out, lubed up several of his fingers, and shoved two of them slowly into me.  I could feel my sphincter stretching – it was a little painful, but not too bad and I quickly got used to it.  He spread his fingers apart and rotated them.  One of them brushed against something inside me and I gave a really loud moan.

Connor chuckled.  “It looks like I hit your prostate.  I’m glad your prostate is sensitive – some guys don’t feel a thing, but you, you’re gonna love having a dick inside your ass.  And, by the way, make as much noise as you want.  The music will drown out most of it and my neighbors are used to it by now anyhow.”

He stroked my prostate again and I almost felt like I’d pass out.  He next put in 3 fingers and did the same as he did with the first 2.

Finally, he pulled them all out, poured a little more oil onto my hole and oiled up his rod.

He turned me onto my side and slid behind me, spooning me.

“Just remember to relax and to breathe, Miles.  This may hurt some, but it should only be for a few seconds and then it will be nothing but pleasure.”

He raised my leg up so that my hole was completely exposed, slid up further and positioned his cockhead at my opening.  I tensed up and he sensed it, so he rubbed my shoulders and my back until I relaxed, all the time sliding his dick up and down my crack.

When he felt I was ready, I felt his dick putting pressure on my hole.  I breathed deeply and exhaled and all of a sudden the head of his cock popped in.  I felt a lot of pain.  “OH, FUCK!!!” I cried.  Tears came out of my eyes from the pain and Connor held perfectly still letting me get used to having him inside me.

Connor stroked my chest and played with my nipples while he waited for me to adjust.  I breathed deeply and tried to relax and slowly, I felt the pain going away.

Connor made a popping sound with his mouth and chuckled, “Well, there went your cherry!”

I thought that was funny and I felt myself relaxing and being more at ease.

Connor could tell I was ready and he pushed his dick in further a little at a time, very slowly, while turning my head to him, kissing my cheeks and tasting my tears.  He whispered in my ear, “the worst is over, Miles, now nothing but pleasure.”

Finally he was in as far as he could go and he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck.  He pulled out slightly and pushed back in slowly.  “You’re so nice and tight, Miles.  We’re both really going to enjoy this.”

He pulled out a little further each time before going balls deep in me again and again.

“I’m really being fucked”, I thought excitedly.  I began pushing back against him as he pushed into me and we began going faster.  He wrapped his arms around my body and played with my nipples as we made love.

“You’re incredible, Miles.  I really enjoying fucking you,” he whispered.  “I’m really glad I’m your first, and I hope you’ll never forget me,” he told me as his cock slid back and forth in my anal canal over and over and over.

Connor stopped and pulled out of me and I felt the emptiness and wanted badly to feel his shaft in me again.  He turned me over onto my back, kissed me deeply, spread my legs again, and slid his beautiful 8” dick back into my ass.  I sighed with pleasure.  I looked up at him and he was looking back down at me with both lust and happiness in his eyes.  I grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way in.  He lay almost all the way on top of me until his groin was rubbing against my own dick.  He then began fucking me with enthusiasm.

I made small moans of pleasure each time he thrust inside of me.  My moans were accompanied by grunts from Connor each time he impaled me completely.  I actually whimpered as I felt his cockhead rubbing inside me.

Not only was my cock being stimulated by him fucking me like this, but he was again rubbing against my prostate with each stroke.  He sped up and I cried with joy as my own orgasm approached and I came strongly – the cum shooting onto both of our chests.

“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful, Miles!.”

Next, he raised both of my legs up to about a 45 degree angle and began to really pound me.  I could hear Ravel’s Bolero getting louder and faster, the horns pounding away.  Connor had an intense look on his face and I could sense he was close.  I tried to tighten up my hole – I wanted to take his cum inside me so badly and hoped I would feel his seed splash against the walls of my rectum, coating my insides with his sperm.  As the music reached its own orgasm, he looked deep into my eyes and froze as he began to ejaculate.  I could feel his cockhead throbbing and I somehow sensed the vein on his dick pulsing on my ass walls as he shot his semen deep inside me.  His cock jerked a number of times and I could see the intense expression on his face as he deposit his seed into my willing ass.  Finally he collapsed on my body exhausted and spent.

Conner took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.  Finally he caught his breath and wiped at the perspiration on his face.  “That was incredible, Miles!  Thank you so much!!!.”

After some more kissing and hugging, we finally got up.

But before I could get dressed, Miles had me lay back down on the bed and took some more pictures of my asshole.  

When he showed them to me, I found them hard to believe.  The first pictures showed just a tight wrinkled depression between my legs and the second ones showed an asshole that was gaping open, the opening as big as, well, as big as Connor’s cock.  There was even some of his cum leaking out of it.

“If you want copies, Miles, I’ll put them on a flash drive or CD for you.  Just let me know.”

He wiped the dripping cum off for me, shut off the CD player (which had been playing Bolero over and over) and we put our clothes back on.

I moved toward the door but Connor stopped me, turned me around and kissed me deeply again.  He smiled, but it was a serious smile.  “We’ll have to do this again, Miles – and soon.  Next time, maybe you’d like to fuck me instead.  I’d love to have you on top of me, alright?”

“Definitely, you’re on!!!”

He opened the door and I stepped out into the hall.  To my surprise, there was Bobby, my roommate, and about 5 of my friends who started hooping and hollering when they saw me come out.

“Way to go, Miles!!!” They told me, pounding me on my back.  “How was it? – we gotta know!”

I just grinned sheepishly, waded through them and finally got back to my room.  I was exhausted.  I never knew sex could be so tiring – but it was a 100 times better than I ever thought it could be.

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I enjoyed writing this story and I hope you also enjoyed reading it.  The only way I can know if you enjoyed this story is for you to email me directly at joshprim2 at gmail.com.  Your comments will encourage me to write more stories.

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Weeks passed as everybody was hunkering down for finals and Prom. The tension was palpable as students were making plans and ordering dresses and tuxes and everything that goes with going to Prom.

Wes was busy with school & work and saving up money for Prom. Andy was swamped with the decorating committee and the location that was chosen for Prom. Andy had to get catering ordered and set up latticework arches with fairy lights.

(And no, that is not what it means. Fairy lights are white Christmas light strands.)

Andy was busy ordering flowers for centerpieces, wreaths, as well as small bowls with floating candles to sit in the wreaths.

He also had the tablecloths for all the tables. There was so much to do in such little time.

Soon it was time for Prom!

Day of Prom

My alarm woke me up at 6 a.m. and I got up and showered and shaved then went into my room to find something to wear to school.

After I got dressed, I headed downstairs to get some breakfast and get my things ready for school.

I heard a honk outside and I went into the living room to see who honked and saw Wes leaning against his car looking so damn sexy.

I said goodbye to my parents and headed to the car.

I reached the car and wrapped my arms around Wes’ neck and gave him a smoldering kiss!

“Wow, what brought that on?” Wes asked in amazement.

“Well I just felt like giving my boyfriend something to daydream about during school.” I said with a wink and a small impish grin.

“You are going to be the death of me, you know that?” Wes replied. I smiled and we climbed in the car and headed to school.

We arrived at school and I headed over to see my friends while Wes went to see his. Everyone at school knew about Wes & I, so we didn’t have any trouble from anybody except the occasional jackass who thought he could get away with harassing us.

After school, I headed out to get the remaining items needed for decorations and the like and took them to the location Prom was going to be held. I went over the list of things needed to be done and checked on the progress of it all. I was pleased with the results.

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Two weeks before Prom, Mona and I went with our significant others to get out outfits for Prom. I went with Mona to look at dresses and shoes and get the correct accessories. Then we went to the tux shop and found our boyfriends looking at different styles and colors.

The boys were clueless when it came to style. Mona & I looked at each other with a smirk and the boys saw the exchange and looked worried.

Mona went in one direction and I went in another. Mona picked colors that went with her outfit so that they would match.

I went and looked at different colors and styles and avoided sky blue ruffled shirts cuz they just looked horrible on anybody!

I grabbed several different styles of jackets and colored shirts and directed Wes towards the dressing rooms. Tony was in one dressing room and Mona was waiting outside to see what he looked like in the outfits that she picked for him to try on.

Mona & I both critiqued Tony and Wes on how they looked and finally found outfits that accentuated their physique. We then went to find them dress shoes to go with the outfits.

I even found an outfit and tried it on and Wes looked at me like I was good enough to eat.

When we found everything, we went to the food court to find something to eat.

Afterwards we left and headed home. I went over to Wes’ to hang out and went upstairs to his room and Wes shoved me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

“Wes, what the hell?!” I said in surprise and I saw an evil glint in his eyes and I knew exactly what was going to happen! I started to get hard that instant!

Wes smashed his lips against mine and I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my hips against his.

We kissed for 15 minutes and then we started to tear each other’s clothes off. Hands exploring each other’s bodies. I reached down to undo his jeans and slide off his boxers while he undressed me at the same time.

Soon we were both naked and exploring each others bodies. Wes was kissing all over my body and soon took my cock in his warm wet mouth, driving me insane with the great blowjob he was giving me.

Soon I told him to stop or else he was gonna get a mouthful of cum! He went back to kissing me and I begged him to shove his hard cock in me and fuck my brains out!

I felt his hard cock tease my ass and finally felt it pop through and I gasped in surprise. Wes stopped and looked at me and I said that I needed a sec to get used to it and I gave him a nod to start again.

It felt so good feeling his hard cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was moaning and grabbing handfuls of sheet just to keep myself from climbing up the walls.

I pushed my ass towards Wes every time he pushed his cock deep in my ass. I loved every minute of it!

Soon I felt Wes’ cock expand and I could feel the hot molten cum filling my ass which set my own cock to start shooting all over me. Hitting the wall over my head and my chin and all over me and Wes!

Wes collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him and basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking!

Soon Wes and I got up to take a shower and get cleaned up.

We made out in the shower while our hands explored each other’s bodies while washing them at the same time.

We got out of the shower and dried each other off and got dressed.

Wes dropped me off at home and I gave him a searing kiss before I got out and headed in the house with my suit.

I walked in the front door and called out to see if anybody was home and I heard Mom in the kitchen saying she was making dinner.

I headed to my room and put my suit in my closet and then headed downstairs.

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(cont. Day of Prom)

“How did the shopping go?” Mom asked. I replied that it went great. The whole family sat down for dinner and we talked about our day and how my plans for Prom were coming along.

“They are coming along just splendidly! I just have a few more things to get done and it should be ready by 5 p.m. I think it looks wonderful. I hope you guys will come by for just a minute and see how it all turned out!” They said they might and we cleaned up our dishes and I headed to my room to finish my homework.

Night of Prom

I finished my homework and looked at the clock and saw that it was time for me to get ready. I showered and shaved and pulled my suit out of the closet and laid it out on my bed. I put on a pair of bikini briefs and black socks and put on my pants with my shirt. I called Dad in to help me tie my bow tie as I didn’t have a clue on how to tie it. Dad grabbed my jacket from the bed and helped put it on and smoothed out the wrinkles. He looked over my shoulder and gave a warm smile.

“Wow, you clean up real nice, son.” Dad commented.

“Thanks.” I replied.

We headed downstairs and I saw Mom standing at the bottom with a camera waiting to take pictures of me before I left. The doorbell rang.

It was Wes, Standing there looking sexier than I’ve ever seen him. I felt my knees give a little and I saw his mega-watt smile as he saw me in my outfit.

Wes came in and I grabbed the boutonniere off the entrance table and saw that he had one for me.

Wes took the flower out of its box and I had his and we each put on the flower and Mom took a picture of the moment. then we turned towards my parents and Wes wrapped his arms around me and Mom took several more of us kissing and goofing off.

Soon we were headed out the door and Wes opened the passenger door for me. He walked around and climbed in the driver seat, he leaned over the armrest and gave me a searing kiss.

“Are you ready for Prom?” Wes asked me, giddy with Happiness.

I nodded to him with a small smile gracing my face.

Wes pulled up into the parking lot of the local Country Club. The building was white washed and there was a sprawling yard and small lights that guided people walking towards the entrance. There were garden trellis’ every few feet along the main sidewalk, draped in White Fairy Lights. There were also colored tapestries along the veranda and there were also Fairy lights zig-zagging along the ceiling of the veranda to give light to people who were hanging out. 

We arrived and Wes found a parking spot. He got out and opened my door and we walked to the venue, which was sparkling with fairy lights and ivy crawling on the trellis’.

There was a plush red carpet that went all the way to the front steps.

Wes was looking around with a look of wonder on his face. Then he looked down at me with a look of surprise, “Wow Andy, it looks great! I can’t believe this. It looks fantastic!”

I smiled.

“Wait til we get inside. There is more!” I replied.

We got to the steps and walked to the front door. Wes handed our tickets to the ticket lady and went inside.

Inside the door there was a photo area where couples could take their pictures.

We took ours and then headed further inside. There was a registry book at the entrance to the ballroom and we both signed our names and headed inside. We passed through a iridescent metallic Mylar curtain into the ballroom. As we walked in the ballroom, there were TV’s all around the room that showed pictures taken at the entrance on a loop.

There were cocktail tables scattered around the room, covered in white tablecloths and had a clear glass bowl with lit floating candles and a wreath of flowers around the bowls.

There was a DJ booth next to the dance floor as well as tables for people to sit and rest. There was a buffet table full of finger foods and sliced vegetables. There is also a large punch bowl. I just hope it hasn’t been spiked.

I heard Wes let out a small gasp of amazement.

I looked at him and saw him smiling at me with his mega-watt smile.

“Babe, it looks fantastic!,” he said, in a surprised tone.

I grinned as Wes grabbed my hand and headed to the dance floor.

We danced and chatted with our friends all night and had a blast!

Then everybody heard the squeal of the microphone and turned to see the principal on stage.

“All right everyone, it’s time to announce this year’s Prom King and Queen.”

“This year’s Prom King is……Wes Carillo!”

I turned and grabbed Wes and gave him a big kiss and pushed him towards the stage.

I watched as they put the crown on top of his head and he looked so handsome as I cheered along with my classmates.

“And now this year’s Prom Queen is…… Andy Russo!”

I stood there in shock!

Me? Prom Queen? Was this some kind of sick joke? I felt hands pushing me towards stage and someone putting a tiara on my head.

Thoughts were running rampant in my head and I could feel tears threaten to fall. I couldn’t take it anymore and just ran!

I didn’t know where I was going or cared, I just felt I needed to run.

Soon I heard someone calling my name and I slumped against a trellis.

“Andy, what happened, are you ok? Babe, please talk to me, you are freaking me out!” Wes cried out, his voice laced with worry.

I felt strong arms around me and I let the dam that was holding my tears break.

Soon I was out of tears and I looked up into Wes’ face and saw a mingled look of worry and fear for something he couldn’t fix.

“Are you ok? What happened back there? Everyone is worried.” Wes asked worriedly.

“I’m fine.” I replied, trying to appease his worry.

“No, you’re not. Now tell me what is going on, please!?” Wes said, with a hint of disbelief.

“Who’s idea of a sick joke was this? Me? Prom Queen?!” I asked, in a fit of anger and disbelief.

“It wasn’t anyone’s ‘sick joke’.” Wes told me truthfully.

I gave him a look of incredulity and a small laugh.

“Really? Not a joke? The whole school knows I’m gay and they vote me as Prom Queen? Insert knife here and twist!” I responded with derision and sarcasm.

“I think the reason people voted for you is because they are accepting you and I as a couple and not just as a couple of faggots!” Wes said, as he grabbed my chin in his hand to turn to face him. Anger was blazing in his eyes.

“Don’t forget that together you and I can get through anything as long as we don’t let other people decide how we live our lives or who we fall in love with, because it’s none of their business!” Wes continued, with his eyes full of love and understanding.

I looked up into Wes’ eyes and saw just how much he was in love with me as a person and I buried my face in his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.

Wes grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his eyes and said, “I Love YOU, nothing and no one is going to change that! Now, are you ready to go back and dance the night away?”

I nodded my head and we headed back to the ballroom. As Wes opened the curtain to the ballroom and everyone saw who it was, there was a roar of applause and they parted the crowd to the dance floor for us to dance our coronation dance.

All my friends congratulated Wes and I, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Soon it was time for the dance to end and everyone decided to go out to eat and Wes and I went with them.

Apparently our friends found out the results before hand and decided to throw us a honorary banquet with a banner and everything.

I was the happiest and luckiest guy in the world. I had a blast hanging out with all of our friends.

Soon it was time to go home and Wes drove me home.

Wes pulled up in front of my house and walked me to my front door.

I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and looked into his eyes.

“How did I get to be the luckiest guy in the world to date such a selfless and handsome boyfriend?”

“Well I guess you will just have to wonder, won’t you?” Andy replied.

Wes smiled and kissed me softly.

“I Love You, Wes Carillo, I am the lucky one!” I told him, my voice dripping with all the love I had for the handsome and selfless man standing in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss his suppliant and soft lips.

We kissed for a few minutes more and then I watched as he drove away and I headed into the house and went to my room.

I saw my parents’ light was still on and poked my head in to tell them good night.

“How did it go? Did you have fun?” Mom asked.

I told them I did and that Wes and I were crowned King and Queen. I saw a look of anger flash across Dad’s face.

“Dad, it wasn’t like that so don’t get bent out of shape. Like Wes told me earlier when I ran out when my name was called, it was everybody’s way of saying that they accepted us as a couple and not just as a couple of faggots.”

I saw Dad settle down after I said it and relaxed.

“I’m glad you guys had a great time!” Dad said, with relief etched on his face.

I could see in Dad’s face that he still wasn’t over it but I think I will let Mom handle talking to him.

I gave them both a hug and headed to my room and got ready for bed. I set my lapel flower on my dresser and got into bed and went to sleep dreaming of Wes & I.

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I put the tip of my well lubed index finger into Jason’s tight arsehole. The lad moaned as If I’d plunged my big daddy cock in dry!

The lad, naked and just twenty one had taken some persuading to get fucked, being a tight arsed virgin.

I was still fully clothed and coaxing his arsehole to open up for some hot daddy cock.

I twisted my finger this way and that and eased in to my second knuckle, again he moaned like he was in the throes of a big cock fuck.

We were in my bedroom and small framed Jason was on my bed his body laying over a firm pillow, his hot little arse in the air for me.

A good ten minutes and I’d finally opened up his tight arse to take two of my fingers fully inside.

Getting a little impatient I told him to open a bottle of poppers I’d been saving and to take a good snort.

He did as I asked and never having tried poppers before he immediately began to wriggle his arse against my fingers and even push back onto them.

“Good lad” I said “Keep doing that and you’ll soon be ready for some hot daddy dick”.

He grabbed the bottle again and snorted heavily on it, his hole now moving back and forth on my fingers.

“I’m ready for your cock daddy” he said “Please put it inside me”.

I wasn’t sure if he was that ready and he certainly hadn’t seen the size of my cock at that stage. It was probably time to show him the monster throbbing wildly in my pants and to let him know what he had let himself in for. I was going to fuck him whatever so didn’t really care about his reaction.

I dropped my trousers and pants and moved around to show him my rigidly stiff aching cock.

At seventy one, I’d kept my body in shape really just for moments like this when the chance of a fuck was on the cards. Eight solid inches of Viagra enhanced cock kept even stiffer with a tight, vein crushing metal cock ring swung before his young face

“Oh! Fuck! Daddy! That is one big fucking cock”.

I slapped my cock onto the palm of my other hand showing the lad how rigidly stiff it was and his eyes widened.

“Put it in me daddy” he said “I want your cock deep in my arsehole”.

“Hold those pretty cheeks wide for me lad” I said “Let’s see that hot dark hole”.

He spread his cheeks for me exposing his puckered hairy hole and my prick twitched to get inside.

I held my bulbous hot knob against his hairy star and pushed a little. He moaned and pulled his arse cheeks wider.

Another shove and my whole throbbing knob nestled snugly inside his pulsating arsehole.

I so wanted o thrust the length of my prick up his arse but I knew he’d squeal too much.

I let my knob luxuriate in the heat of his hole, my urge to ram the length up his arse petty great.

“Take another inch lad” I said and I pushed a little, my fuck hungry cock longing to thrust deep.

Jason was moaning, his hot hole clenching my prick. Inch by throbbing inch I inserted my eager prick until my patience finally gave way and I thrust the last few inches right up his arse.

His moans were incredible as he took the full length into his hot stretched arsehole.

Now I needed to fuck the lad and fucking was my overpowering desire.

“Oh! Daddy, Your cock is so big, so fucking big, you’ve stretched my hole to the max”.

“Yeah! ” I replied “Now it’ll stretch even more as I fuck you into next week!”.

I began to slowly fuck him but the urge to fast fuck the arse was too fucking great and I began to swing my hips and fuck a multiple of moans and groans from the hot lad.

I was in a fuck tempo we both liked and both high on poppers the fucking was awesome.

Jason was in a rapturous state of euphoria and was whimpering and sobbing with sheer heavenly delight as I rammed his tingling hot arsehole.

“This is so fucking awesome” I said taking a lunge between each word.

“Oh! Yes” Daddy” he whimpered “Keep fucking I love your big fucking daddy prick”.

Though I wanted to fuck for a long time the need to cum was too great for me to hold out so with a fast frantic popper enhanced jack hammer of a fuck I unloaded my bollock load up the squealing lad’s hot juicy hole.

My dick just pumped and pumped a gluttonous load of sperm into his throbbing arsehole and he took the fucking lot with the whimpering of a randy slut.

Once drained I turned him onto his back and was down on his prick sucking the spunk from his balls in euphoric bliss my hand milking the cum from his nuts as I sucked and slurped ravenously on his stiff cock.

His cum was soon shooting into my mouth and I let it seep and roll down his shaft so that I could lick it back up slop his knob with it. He was writhing in pleasure as I sucked him right off my lips frantically sucking my tongue lapping fast and urgently. He tried to stop me but I was sure I could suck more cum from his prick and eventually received a ball aching glob of sperm from the lad’s suck sore cock.

My fingers worked into his spunk sloppy arsehole, squelching as they rubbed over his young prostate.

I kissed him, my tongue darting into his soft hot mouth as my fingers went knuckle deep into his spermy fuck hole.

We kissed for a long while, my fingers working in and out of his sloppy arsehole. Some twenty minutes of creamy fingering and kissing I had ensured his hole was ready for more cock.

“How would you like two daddy cocks to play with?” I asked. “Two daddy cocks fucking your hot arsehole?”

He looked at me his eyes wide, my fingers still probing into him.

“Oh! Yes daddy. I’d like that” he said.

Right on cue my gay friend Donald, a seventy year old randy fucker arrived.

“So this is young Jason is it?” he said ogling the naked lad.

“Yes sir£ said Jason respectfully.

“Mmmm! I think I need to fuck him” said Donald beginning to remove his clothes.

Like mine, Donald’s cock was gnarled big weapon that stiffened to a nice eight inches.

I held Jason’s legs wide open.

“He’s been creamed by my cum” I said “So you will only need a little spit.”.

Donald rolled a glob of spit over his swollen knob and pushed it hard against the lad’s arsehole.

Jason sighed a big sigh and took half the cock in one long moan.

“Feels nice” said Donald “So fucking hot”.

He thrust harder and gave the lad the remaining inches  slamming his balls against Jason as he did so,

Jason held his own legs up now so that I could get his cock stiff with my mouth,

Snorting on the poppers again, Jason took a hard fucking from Donald which had my prick rigid and longing too get back into the lad.

Having been on the end of Donald’s thick cock and feeling it ramming up my arse, I knew what Jason was feeling so was a little jealous of the lad as he cried out in bliss.

Donald, well built, rugged  and horny as fuck gave the lad a masterly fuck whilst I sucked on Jason’s young prick.

“I’m fucking coming” cried Donald, his fuck strokes swiftly drawing the cum from his balls.

He pumped a week’s load of spunk into the writhing lad and in turn Jason spurted his juicy cum into my sucking mouth and down my throat.

“Fucking Hell!” said Donald, “What a hot dreamy arsehole you have lad. It needs a lot of fucking”.

I was only too happy to get stick back in and on a squelchy thrust I was bollock deep in the lad’s spunky hole and fucking him good.

I loved fucking a cum sloppy hole and watching the froth of cum gather around my shaft as I shagged.

Jason was on the poppers again and looking a little doped but his arse was clutching my prick and his whimpers were that of a fucking slut who craved more daddy cock.

“That’s it” said Donald, “He is loving your cock, look at his fucking contented face”.

“Yes” said Jason “I love daddy cock, I love it, keep fucking me guys”.

Donald was keeping Jason’s legs wide for me and the fuck was enhanced by the sweet taste of post  cock sucking cum in my mouth.

Of course I could not last as long as I liked particularly when Donald began to finger my hole and play with my balls.

My orgasm was sudden and drained my nuts in five spurts which filled Jason’s quivering hot hole until it was seeping.

“We have to double fuck him” said Donald “How about that lad? Two daddy dicks stretching your burning hot arsehole and fucking you at the same time”.

Jason looked thrilled at the prospect and was  happy to wait the half hour or more for us to re stock our sperm and get stiff again.

“So how are we going to double fuck him?” I asked.

All of our cocks were straining stiff again and Jason being the horny cm slut he was began to gobble on both of us his saliva dripping of our knobs in gloopy strands.

“Climb onto me” said Donald to Jason. “Climb onto me and sit on my prick”.

Donald was standing up and eager to impale the lad on his dick.

I helped Jason climb onto Donald, his arms going around Donald’s neck, his legs going around Donald’s waist and his arsehole sinking down onto Donald’s horny stiff cock until the lad was ball deep and moaning.

“Now you get behind him” said Donald “and slip your length in from behind”.

I got behind the lad and let my cock find his already prick loaded arsehole.

With some spit and a good shove I managed to get half my prick in which prompted a long moan from Jason.

Another push and I too was ball deep in the lad, my cock pressed up against Donald’s feeling it hot and throbbing next to mine.

Jason was moaning loudly and even more when we began to fuck him.

The strain on my legs as well as Donald’s was getting a bit much so we literally carried the lad, still double impaled to the bed.

We collapsed together onto the bed and my prick slipped out but Donald’s was still stuck deep, Donald lay on his back with Jason stuck on his prick and I got on top of the lad and shoved my prick back into his cock crammed arsehole.

His moans were mind blowing but he was enjoying both of our daddy dicks invading his hot arse.

“Oh! Fuck!” he cried “Fuck me and spunk up e I want to have both of your cum loads shooting deep into me, Oh! Fuck!It feels amazing”.

We shagged the lad really good, all three of us snorting on the poppers, all three of us moaning and groaning. Donald shot his load first and I felt the creamy sperm run down my own cock which got me squirting too. Both of us were pumping hefty loads of jizz into the squirming lad and he was wallowing in it.

The squelch of two spent pricks still pushing into his hole had Jason coming off too, his young spunk shooting in all directions.

The room was a heady popper smelling fuck den and cum room and all three of us were exhausted and ball drained.

Donald was ready to go again after twenty minutes but Jason’s hole was fuck sore and in need of soothing. Donald and I were happy to soothe his creamy hole with our tongues and spent a good twenty minutes lapping his arsehole and sticking our tongues up his cum dump hole.

“That’s nice daddies” he said and he asked if we were up to fucking him again.

I looked at Donald and we both winked at each other our dicks jerking into a ready stiffness.

We knelt either side of Jason’s head and the lad took both of our dicks in his mouth and started sucking.

It was going to be an exhaustive night!

(Lending a Hand)

The next morning at 6:01 A.M. station time, Jeremy and Stan had awoken, Jeremy first, and he had gently shaken Stan awake. He had woken up with a case of solid morning wood and wanted some attention. The dynamic was gradually changing between them, and they both liked it. In the past, when something like this occurred, Jeremy would have finessed his way into it, like maybe lowering the covers and showing the blond as a hint. Or said something like, “I suppose I couldn’t get you to take care of that?”

This morning, however, Jeremy had simply waited for Stan to get good and awake. Then once he was……..

Jeremy told him, “Slide down under the covers and suck me off.”

It had been that simple, and Stan disappeared below the covers and took his time and did a thorough job of servicing Jeremy. He kept getting better and better.

Once finished, they got up and put on pajamas and a bathrobe and went up to eat a nice breakfast. The LT and Rachel had worked together, and it was a great breakfast. As they sat eating, they talked, and the LT had an ask.

The LT said, “This is totally not regulation, but Jeremy and Stan, all the bases on the island seem to be back up and functional. With the exception, and you know there must be one, Palmer station, the one most distant from us up in the northwest. They have an engineering problem no one can solve; it is not a secret that you guys are supposed to be like super brains. Feel neighborly enough to take a helicopter ride and at least have a look at it for them. They got a thousand people subsisting from auxiliary generators?”

Stan looked at Jeremy, who said, “We would be happy to help if we can, what about Rachel?”

The LT said, “After seeing how easy it is to get stuck, Rachel, you want to suit up and go with us? If something were to happen, it would leave you here all alone, uncomfortable with that.”

Rachel said, “Sure, I’m up for a helicopter ride, and I’m a physicist, so I may be able to help as well.”

The LT said, “It’s settled then. After breakfast, we’ll suit up and head out. This place is not the best place to be flying around. Crosswinds are coming from the ocean and such, so it will probably take us an hour and twenty or an hour and a half to fly each way. We have those heavy-duty military helicopters, like what brought you here, so there is plenty of fuel.”

All Stan had taken was a laptop; he could access the A.I. here; they would have every kind of tool one could think of at Palmer station. They had been in the air about ten minutes, and everyone on board, but the LT, who already knew, could see what he meant; it was a choppy ride. Rachel sat up front with the LT, and Stan and Jeremy were in the next row of seats back. They could talk through the radios on the headsets, otherwise it would be hard to hear one another.

Jeremy smiled at Stan and said, “Bet you are surely wishing you were cutting some waves on a surfboard now, don’t you, California man?”

Stan replied, “I never get in the ocean, and I have a saying about that.”

Rachel said from up front, “I bet this will be a good one, what is it?”

Stan grinned and replied, “I am of the opinion that any sentient being that willingly places themselves into an environment where they are suddenly at the bottom of the food chain, is none too bright.”

Finally, they landed, and this station had many more buildings up top than Culver. They were met by a civilian commander, Hutchings. He was a big, brawny man who was quick to smile and had a good sense of humor.

He approached the LT as they stepped away from the helicopter and asked, “So, are these the super nerds?”

The LT said, “They are quite smart; this one is Jeremy Odell, this is Stan Leighton, and this lovely creature is Rachel.”

“High guys I am Bob Hutchings.”

This was Stan’s area, “So you cannot get your power grid to stabilize?”

Hutchings said, “Goodness, you are younger than my son, that’s right.

The LT said, “Don’t let their youth fool you, Bob. They know what they are doing.”

They went to where the main station was, took some meters, and connected them up. At various places, Stan asked the big man to throw juice at it. It began almost fine, but quickly, the power levels dropped. They took about a half hour to test components, then Stan knew.

Young Stan came over to the big man, Hutchings, “Sir, can I get access to your software that regulates this? Believe you got scrambled, and you have some polarization taking place.”

Hutching said, “Shit!”  Then looked at Rachel, “Sorry, Ma’am.”

Jeremy said, “What’s wrong? If the software got fragged, our backups did too; the station designers were not very wise.”

Stan grinned at him, “No problem, I will write you new software, it will probably even work better than what you had.”

As they started, big Bob Hutchings said, “He can do that?”

Jeremy smiled, “And how, you better believe he can do that.”

They got up to the control room, and Stan got a satellite link with SKIPPER to assist him; this would not take long.

He erased all the damaged code and began anew. SKIPPER filled out a great deal of it. He was typing code like a maniac, never making any errors. He knew exactly what he wanted, and from time to time, SKIPPER would make suggestions. He was already way ahead of the A.I., which was neat because it kept learning from him.

He began the programming initializing and established a link with SKIPPER.

He told Hutchings, “This happens again, we can zip you a backup from Culver station. I am a great believer in redundancy. The software kicked in, the power grid took off at 110% efficiency, and it held.

Bob Hutchings said, “Thank goodness, why aren’t you working up here?”

Stan looked around, “Well, I am that will be $19.99. Would you like me to check your tire pressure, sir?”

“No, son. We’ll take 110% efficiency on our grid. Thank you so much. Thanks for bringing him up here, LT.”

The flight back had been choppy and gut-wrenching; Jeremy handed Stan and Rachel a Zofran and took one himself. The LT was used to it. Soon they were landing back at Culver Station. They got out and helped the LT cover the helicopter up and Rachel opened the base with her ID. They all went and showered and put regular clothes on. Stan was in a tight pair of shorts, house shoes, and a Tee Shirt that said, “Maybe I don’t love L.A. so much.”

Rachel, Jeremy, and Stan sat in the den to have a drink and let their stomachs settle before a meal. The LT was charcoaling hamburgers and frying French fries.  She went to help slice tomatoes and onions and perhaps make a dessert; she liked being around the big LT.

Jeremy fixed Stan a Long Island Tea and got himself a drink of scotch. Damn it they were underground with most likely extraterrestrial beings in Antarctica they were allowed to drink.

Jeremy got a funny look on his face and sat next to Stan, and he undid his pants, grabbed Stan’s left hand, and slid it over down inside his underwear. Stan grinned and began to play with his balls.

Jeremy said, “Nice, just like that. You did a damned fine job at Palmer Station. I would not be surprised if they did not erect your statue. You know, I was always so bright and learned things so easily; few people in the world hold the kind of degree of power I do, and I am only 25. Sometimes I feel stupid or useless in the same room with you.”

Stan turned his green eyes towards him, “You are every bit as smart as me, if not smarter. It is just that a great deal of the stuff we have run into has been in my areas of expertise. There may come a time when our very survival depends on you, and I won’t have a clue what to do. We are smart at different things is all.”

They ate in a half hour, and all laughed; Rachel said she and the LT were going to watch a movie. Stan who had been carefully still rubbing Jeremy’s balls under the table.

Jeremy said, “I think me, and Stan are tired; go back to the room, get some kind of reading in, or something, and we will turn in early. Tomorrow, we need to start strategizing about what to do about what is in the lab.”

Rachel said, “I agree, all day lab day tomorrow.”

Jeremy, as he surreptitiously buttoned and zipped his fly closed, said, “LT, you and Rachel owe me a physical as well. We must do it every six weeks. Also, if either of you takes any maintenance meds, I need to know. Don’t run out of them or do without.”

Jeremy was stalling for a moment to let his hard-on go back down; for that fact, so was Stan. Jeremy thought it was best to keep an eye on both their testosterone levels; they were not high enough to be problematic yet if they continued to rise however, they could be. He could easily counter it with medication, but that was not called for yet.

The two got up and said goodnight, the LT and Rachel told them goodnight as well.

As soon as they were back in their quarters, Jeremy said, okay, god of physics-like things and programming. Off with every stitch of clothing you have on. Stan looked at him pleasantly, and he obeyed. It’s a bit of a test first, with no restraints. Jeremy undressed and then went and found his tennis shoes; the more he did this, the more he liked it. He was going to add a twist and see what an unbound Stan would do.

He sat down on the side of the bed, “Okay, Stan, put my tennis shoes on for me and lace them up good.”

Stan didn’t hesitate. He got down on his hands and knees, put them on him, and laced them up well. Jeremy wasn’t sure where this idea came from; he did not typically watch videos like this or fantasize about it. Yet the idea was making him as hard as could be. Stan waited on the floor on his knees awaiting instruction.

Jeremy slid his shoes out a little bit, leaned over, and let a liberal amount of spit run down from his mouth onto one.

He looked at Stan, “Okay cocksucker, time to spit shine that shoe for me.”

His submissive Stan didn’t even hesitate; he leaned down and delivered long licks to his spit-covered shoe. Jeremy had a clear moment and thought, why am I having him do this? I have never had anyone do this before. It was not a particular fantasy he had ever jerked off to. Though watching the blond do it with such enthusiasm was making him hot. Something was out of place here.

After about five minutes, he leaned over and let a long trail of his spit cover the top of the other shoe.

“Get on that my shoeshine cocksucker bitch.”

Stan immediately moved over and went to work.

Jeremy thought, ‘Shoeshine cocksucker bitch?’ He was not above some light dirty, talking to a submissive partner, this was not him, but he was so horny, and it was making him so hot. Again, something was out of place, why? Maybe he was just hornier than he thought? His submissive was not just licking that shoe for him more than he was attacking it.

Another thought ran through his head, “[Exposure Detected], Chance of harmful medical effects = 0.” What if the damn thing was wrong, it might be powerful, but it was just an overgrown calculator. He had the submissive work the tops and soles of his tennis shoes for about half an hour, adding plenty of spit along the way.

“Okay, enough, Stan, sand up.”

The handsome blond did, he took the shoes off and tossed them back into the pile of unpacked stuff. He got up and went to the wardrobe and looked around, these looked interesting, and that would work just fine with them. He also got a new bottle of lube he could swear there was more there than there had been before. He came back over to Stan and threw most of the stuff on the bed. What he kept were differing lengths of thin leather-looking belts.

“Stan, put your feet together with your ankles together, but your arms down your sides, and keep them snugly in place there.”

His submissive complied, “and ne started at his ankles and worked to his upper chest and wrapped the belts around him and tightened them snugly. He always fastened them out of range for one of his hands to reach. He was all secured up.

He went over to a computer that was on the desk and badged into it. He set the music kind of loud; it had nice speakers, and set it to random rock. He then walked over to the bed and got a ping-pong paddle. The music started with, Pat Benatar’s, “Hit Me with Your Best Shot,”

He pushed Stan’s front up the bed but let him stand he just had the bed for balance. He got in a good position and delivered a good smack to the right cheek of his ass.

“Whap!”

Now the left cheek, “Whap!”

He did this for a while, alternating between ass cheeks, and waiting a bit between cycles to let the sting go down so he could feel it again. His normally tanned and nice ass was now red, he was hitting him but not overly hard. Enough so he would know it, probably for a couple of days. He was unsure how long this lasted, but he got a cogent thought through. Sure, he was not past a good smack now and again, even light impact play, nothing like this. He was just on fire and wanted to do it, but he could do it. He finished with that and threw the ping-pong paddle onto the bed.

He got down and took the belt fastened around his submissive’s knees.

He turned him around, “Get on your knees, Stan.”

He helped him maintain balance; he did not want him to fall. Once he was down here, he took his shoulders and put them on the back of the bed. Then he took his hand, put it on his right forehead, and laid it back on the bed.

He leaned his head down so he could hear him, “Stay just like this, I am going to lean over you and mouthfuck you. Open for me, and don’t try to move around any; lay here and take it.”

Stan looked at him with green eyes and nodded his obedience.

Jeremy leaned over the top of him carefully and got lined up right. He pushed the head of his cock up to his submissive’s lips who opened them to let him in. He pushed in and was not slow in how deep he went. He could not hear well now as Aerosmith’s “Jannie’s Got a Gun” played loudly.  The first two or three times he went in deep, Stan gagged rather loudly.

He continued to give the submissive a steady rough mouthfucking. He had great leverage from this position, and his submissive would cooperate; he could not go anyplace. Jeremy laid his chest on the bed, and it felt so good, he had closed his eyes, to the good feeling.

He opened them, and now it was somewhat different; he had dark eyes, but all his eyes, completely, were dark as night. He continued to mouthfuck the submissive. His completely dark eyes were not focused on anything. If they were how would anyone know?

To Stan, this was the roughest Jeremy had been with him, but he didn’t mind. He was having to work to control the gagging occasionally, and his ass was burning like crazy. Jeremy would give him a solid smack to the ass every so often but had never paddled him before. It did provide a huge endorphin rush to his body, so the ass might sting, but his whole body was getting the benefits of the endorphins. He had broken out into a profuse sweat, and the tips of his hair were getting a bit damp.

Jeremy had stopped what he was doing, lifted him, and had him standing on the floor with his stomach on the bed again. Fuck he was strong he had moved Stan like a paperweight. He was lubing his cock up and putting some on his submissives hole. He put the head to his hole and immediately began to apply pressure till it slid in and he wasted no time going deep.

“Uhm,” Stan could not help but make a noise to that; this time, Jeremy did not give it time to settle; he began to immediately fuck Stan at a fast and hard pace.

It was a bit painful for Stan at first, but then it felt quite good. His Dominant was not letting up, and he was getting a true pounding this time. Jeremy had leaned over him and was using his body to hold Stan in place and the floor for leverage.

Stan thought this was quite erotic, he liked this rougher side of Jeremy.

Like it, hate it, learn to love it because the bigger man was dishing it out this way. He went and went, and finally pushed in as far as he could, and Stan could feel his cock as it pulsed up inside him.

Jeremy simply went, “Uhm-Uhm!” until he was completely done.

He grabbed Stan once again and laid him on his back on the side of the bed, and laid his head down on his chest, looking downward. He took the lube and poured some up the length of Stan’s cock. With a very strong grip, he took hold and began to slide his hand up and down it. He started fast from the get-go.

Stan said, “Oh.”

Jeremy stroked him up and down, and never slowed down. Stan was beginning to feel it tingle, he must have been super horny.

His solid black eyes looked down at what he was about to cause to happen, but he never showed any emotion.

Stan was about to fold under this, he was really stroking him fast.

“Fuck me!”

Stan’s cock began to shoot his cum all over his pubic area and abdomen. Jeremy never slowed down a bit

Stan began to wriggle a little bit when the port orgasmic sensitivity hit him, but he could not really move. Jeremy closed his eyes, and when he opened them back up, they were his eyes. He slowed down a little bit. He lifted his head up and looked at Stan.

“You okay, my Stan the man?”

Stan said, “Uh, Uhm, doing fine here that felt fantastic.”

When the sensitivity was gone, Jeremy undid the leather straps holding him and began to put them away.

“How about getting us a shower ready Stan?”

Stan said, “Sure.”

He went into the bathroom and got out towels and washrags. It did not take Jeremy long to follow him. They showered, got out, and dried off.

Jeremy said, “You wore me out.”

Stan smiled at him, and they laid down with Jeremy holding him close. Soon he was asleep, and Stan rose. He just put on a bathrobe and went up and joined Dr. Rachel Stockton and the LT sitting on the couch watching a movie.

Rachel offered Stan some popcorn and turned to look at him. Now, that was in no way right; he usually had emerald, green eyes that were solid black. He was regarding the television and ignoring the popcorn. She just looked, trying to comprehend what could cause that; it got the LT’s attention.

“What the fuck!” He exclaimed and began to get up. Rachel reached a handover and placed it on his leg to keep him still.

She said, “Stan are you okay?”

He didn’t even look at her, nor did he answer.

Rachel looked at the LT, “Something tells me that currently, Stan is not at home. I would advise against any sudden movements, and for goodness sake, do not make whatever that is feel you are a threat.”

The LT was just a meat and potatoes guy, “What is wrong with his eyes?”

She replied, “It is hard to say, but I don’t think that it is a general, everyday, run-of-the-mill medical condition.”

Jeremy had woken up when Stan got out of the bed. He came into the den in a bathrobe, and he saw Stan’s solid dark eyes. He did a double take and slowly walked over to Stan. He looked at Rachel and the LT and looked unsure.

He said, “Stan, can you hear me?”

Stan looked up at him, blinked his eyes a few times, and they returned to the normal green color.

Stan asked, “I am sorry Jeremy, what did you say?”

Jeremy grabbed him and hugged him.

Stan said, “Well, that’s nice; how’d I get in the den? I thought we had gone to bed. I have never had a bout of somnambulism before; how long have I been up here and ouch.”

Jeremy said, “Ouch? Are you in pain?”

Stan looked funny, “Excuse us guys, Jeremy please step into the kitchen with me please,”

Jeremy followed him to the kitchen, and Stan took his bathrobe off

He told Jeremy, “You really wore me out with that ping pong paddle. Don’t get me wrong if that is your thing okay.”

Jeremy was looking at his angry red ass, “You are telling me I did that?”

Stan said, “You don’t remember?”

Jeremy hugged him close, “I would never hurt you like that, put your robe back on and come to medical with me”

Rachel and the LT followed them down, and Jeremy searched around till he found what he was looking for,

He told Rachel and the LT, “Guys we need some privacy,”

Stand said, “I am sure a female of Rachels’s good looks, and such has seen it all before. The LT is in the Navy you know he has. Jeremy, the more minds we have on this, the better.”

Stan turned around and said, “Ladies and gentlemen my ass.”

Jeremy pulled his bathrobe up, and they could all see how red it was. Jeremy immediately began to put the medicated ointment on it.

LT asked Jeremy, “Get a little rough with the paddle chief?”

Dr. Jeremy Odell said, “Apparently so; I just don’t remember it.” He gently massaged the ointment into the inflamed skin, and it felt much better.

Rachel said, “What’s with the eyes, they were all dark.”

Stan said, “Apparently, we have some extraterrestrial hijackers. Bad news, they lose; I get in the lab tomorrow I will stop that shit; I believe I know just how.”

Rachel said, “So, they don’t want to be good guests?”

Stan said, “We don’t know what their intentions are as of yet, but that kind of stuff is unacceptable.”

Jeremy, “Agreed.”

Stan said, “We are far from helpless so that we will see tomorrow.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Culver’s Basement:

The video was spread all over the room

 

Dr. Culver, “What the fuck is it with extraterrestrials? Every time they want to like to blow the White House up, turn us into pod people, or paddle my fucking geniuses to death!”

The Scratchy Voice, “Must admit thought if it weren’t for the black eye thing it would have been hot.

The voice is so anesthetizing you know it’s a psychologist, “Hell, even with the black eyes, I will take it.”

The guy with the cigarette blew a puff in the air, “They always do us this way Culver because you are such as Ass,

The anesthetizing psychologist said, “Have you ever once stopped to consider cancer man rip-off that you just might be the Ass?”

He blew more smoke in the air, “It Is within the realm of possibility that I could be an Ass, but that still does not preclude Culver from being an Ass too.”

Dr. Culver, “Sure I am Ass, everyone knows it, but that doesn’t change that fact the damned extraterrestrials paddled the hell out of one of my geniuses. Which coincidentally, by the way, it was hot.”