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Back Home at The Farm 

After the crazy amazing road trip, Jack and I got back to the farm and had to settle down and get back to work and figure out things.  We were so hot for each but had to be extra careful so mom and dad didn’t suspect anything.  At night in our room one of us would slip into the other’s bed for some tender time.  Often we’d just kiss and cuddle quietly or give each other quiet blowjobs under the covers.  An old farmhouse has thin walls.  We never fucked in the house though – it was too risky.  Our farm mom never batted an eye at teen boy semen in the sheets but there would be quite a ruckus if shit/cum stains started appearing. 

So we fucked in the barn when our parents went to town or by the swimming pond on a hot afternoon far from the house.  We fucked each other everywhere we could in every possible position.  I was younger so could bend myself into all sort of creative ways desperate to get my big brother’s thick cock as far up my butthole as possible.  If we were out in the far orchard tending the apple trees I’d walk by with Jack on a ladder and yank down his pants and start sucking his asshole.  He’d squat on the step and give me full access so my long wet tongue could really go to town.  Sometimes he’d turn around a blow a load in my mouth or on my face but sometimes I’d just pull his pants back and be on my way.  It was thrilling and dangerous.  Both of us had to be careful and clean our holes with water after fucking so we didn’t leak into our drawers or on the bed sheets.  Mom still did the laundry.  Who knew?  Sometimes it felt like Jack shot a gallon of semen up me so much would come/cum out after he bred me.  He’d even get down and lick my soppy hole enjoying his own cum fresh from my ass.  I loved tasting his cum from his tongue out of my ripe hole. 

After a couple of weeks I felt comfortable asking Jack about his prior sex experiences with men.  “Well Jeffy the first was just a mutual jack off with Kris Lawson from school.  Remember him?  We were both a lot older than you but you might have seen him in church.  After doing some fishing we were both so horned up from talking about sexy girls in town we took out our hard cocks and started jacking them.  Kris said he did it with his older brother so no shame.  We grabbed each other’s dicks and jerked until we came all over.  It was awesome.  I wanted to do more but I could tell he wouldn’t be into it so I left it alone.  Can’t have people talk around here.”  “There must be others somewhere in this county who love men too, Jack.  Don’t you think?”  “Funny you should say that Jeffy, so right after I got back from the war I had a couple of hot sessions with Paul Jenkins from Spruce Creek Farm.”  “What?  But Jack he’s married with 4 kids!”  I was agog.  “I know I couldn’t believe it either but Dad asked me to stop by Spruce Creek one morning with a load of potatoes and some eggs and Paul’s family was away in town all day.  Not sure if he planned that but he kept asking me questions about the battles I’d seen and the gunshot wound in my thigh.  He really wanted to know how it felt and what it looked like.  He stood real close to me and I started wondering what he was up to so I pulled down my trousers and showed him the wound.  He wanted to touch it so I said okay but I started to get hard which he definitely noticed.  I apologized to him but Paul smiled and cupped his hand in front of my pup tent so I nodded okay,  Well he grabbed it and started milking my dick – I could see he was hard too so I said I wanted to see his.  He pulled it out in a flash and it was all wet and sticky.  It made me so turned on, Jeffy!  I grabbed his and took a fingerful of his sticky goo and licked it and he went crazy.  Grabbed me and started kissing me!  Right there in his kitchen!  He went down on me and started sucking my smelly cock – I didn’t have time to bathe that morning.  But it didn’t stop him – he pulled back my foreskin and sniffed and licked my whole cock like he was starving or something.  I pulled him back up, kissed and went down on him and you know I like to suck!”  “fuck yes big brother you’re amazing at cocksucking!” “Well Jeffy in no time Paul was blasting a big load down my throat.  I tasted every sweet drop and got up and went to kiss him.  He tried to stop me but I told him Fuck that! And grabbed him and you know how strong I am, I jammed my tongue in his mouth and made him taste his own spunk and you know what, Squirt?  He fucking loved it.  He suddenly couldn’t get enough.  I ripped off the rest of his clothes and planted my face in his blond furry asshole lapping and licking him.  He wasn’t none too clean but you know I didn’t care I wanted him so bad.  I shoved my nose and tongue up that sweet ass and I think he was a virgin too.  He was whimpering the whole time but I was gentle.  First I used one finger then two to loosen him up with gobs of spit then I slowly slipped my dick inside him.  Jeffy he was so quiet but then he started to move with me in rhthym and he let me fuck him hard.  I started kissing him while I was inside his ass and it was too much, he came again with just my belly rubbing against his dick.  Thick sticky goo all over our bellies and then I blasted off inside him.  Jeffy he wouldn’t stop kissing me like a starving man at his last meal.  I thought he’d freak out when he realized that he’d been fucked and bred but nope.  I got down and sucked my cum out of his ass, like I like to do, and then made him taste it from my tongue.  He tried to resist again but I did it anyway and damn if he didn’t want more.”  I was so hard from Jack’s hot story I was rubbing my dick in my pants.  “Jack I want to fuck Jenkins too – do you think we could pay a visit when he’s alone?  Or have him come here when mom & dad are away.  He’s so handsome and rough it’s hard to image him on his knees sucking our cocks!”   “Well Squirt you’re getting to know that it doesn’t matter how tough a guy is or looks, the need for cock and man ass is strong in some of us and even getting married doesn’t make it go away.  It just sits there waiting for the chance to jump out.”  I laughed but Jack was right.  I mean, I never even looked at a woman with lust in my mind.  “Get in touch with him Jack.  I want to see that blond furry ass.”  “Okay horny little brother, you got it.”

Jack and I waited until Sunday when mom & dad went to church and then we took the truck and drove over to Spruce Creek Farm.  As we hoped Paul’s whole family was at church and he was all sweaty working in the vegetable garden next to the house.  He looked both happy to see Jack but also wary of me.  “Hey Paul good to see you.  Remember my little brother, Jeff?  We brought some eggs in case you’re low.  Looks like the family deserted you for church!”  Jack laughed and Paul relaxed a bit.  “Hey boys I guess those eggs needed two strong young men to haul them over.”  Jack smiled  – “well Paul since it’s just us 3 men, Jeffy and me were hoping to have a little fun in the barn.”  Jack winked.  Paul turned bright red and stammered, “Wait Jack, with your brother?”  “Let’s go into the barn and talk since it’s so open here to the road” Jack suggested.  Once safely inside Jack stepped up to me and started kissing me deeply, tongue firmly in my mouth.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Paul squirming and getting turned on.  “See Paul, it’s all okay” Jack whispered huskily.  “Jeffy really wants to kiss you, Paul.  Can he?”  Paul seemed stunned but nodded.  I stepped over to him, even though I was tall Paul was 6’4” and towered over me which turned me on.  His blond beard was thick and surrounded his sensuous red lips.  I caught a whiff of his sweaty manly aroma, his armpits were wet from the labor and a ring of sweat was around his shirt collar – I fucking loved everything about him.  His blue eyes looked nervous but I could tell he wanted this as much as me.  I put one hand on his shoulder and with the other I reached up and pulled his neck down to me so my lips could touch his.  He closed his eyes and sighed as we kissed, lightly, but then I went in more firmly.  I opened my mouth and drove my tongue in. Paul groaned and kissed me back, his tongue in my mouth now too.  Our mouths were wet with lust and I started sucking his tongue making him moan loudly.  “That’s it boys, enjoy each other, keep kissing!” Jack exclaimed while rubbing his hands over both of our bodies.  Paul and I were rock hard and Jack gripped our erections in our pants.  Jack undid our belts and buttons and pulled down our trousers and underwear.  The rank odor of ripe balls, foreskin and sweaty asses filled the air.  The intoxicating aroma of men.  I reached down and tugged on Paul’s sticky cock, skinning back his foreskin and using his precum as lube.  He moaned into my mouth and so I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees and went down on him all the way to his balls.  Jack started kissing Paul now as I sucked for dear life.  I reached up and played with Paul’s furry nipples and rubbed my hands on his sexy hard chest and hairy belly.  I cupped his sweaty balls and reached around and let my finger circle his moist butthole.  Paul was going crazy with lust as my finger rubbed up and down and around his anus.  I let just the tip go inside and that did it, he blasted his sperm down my throat, his whole body thrashing.  I gulped down every savory drop and Jack reached down and kissed to get a taste.  I stood up and Paul was shaking from the power of his orgasm but I grabbed his neck again and pulled him in for a kiss with his cum still on my tongue.  As Jack had said he started to resist but there was no way I was going to let him go free so I jammed my cummy tongue into his mouth and in only a second he was kissing me fiercely back.  Both of us enjoying the nutty taste of his sperm.

I gently pushed Paul’s shoulders down and he fell to his knees and started sniffing my musky penis.  He skinned back my foreskin and rubbed his nose and beard all over my funky cockhead breathing in my ripe smells.  Paul looked up at me with lust but something more in those baby blue eyes which seemed to be shining.  We stared at each other as he started to go down on me and my heart went thump.  God this man turned me on – he was so beautiful and obviously was as hungry for cock as me and my big bro.  Paul started milking my cock with his pants down around his ankles giving Jack access to that furry butt.  Jack licked his finger and began rubbing Paul’s asshole letting his finger play just inside that pink anus.  By now I was dripping precum which Paul licked up greedily taking some of it and fingering his own hole so it was slick.  I wanted to fuck him now.  “Paul, get on all fours on that hay bale!”  He looked up and smiled and did as I commanded.  I knelt down to get a close look at that furry pink pucker.  “I may not be too clean, wasn’t expecting company” Paul smirked.  Indeed he wasn’t but he would be in a minute – my tongue started licking up and down that smelly crack, lingering with the hairs in my mouth on the taint just below the quivering hole.  It was my turn to jam my nose into Paul’s ass breathing in his musk like the finest cologne.  I rubbed my whole face in his hole getting his essence on me before I attacked his butthole with my stiff tongue.  Now he moaned loudly as I tongue fucked him swabbing that sticky funky butt.  “Paul, can I please fuck you?” my voice was heavy with emotion.  He looked back and again his eyes were shining as he smiled and nodded.  “Please Jeff, I want you inside me.”  Jack got behind me and reached around to rub my nipples as I started to push my dick against Paul’s ass.  He parted Paul’s cheeks for me spreading that wet musky hole open for my assault.  I popped my dickhead against the ring, slowly.  Paul moaned.  I pushed some more and damn if he didn’t push back against me.  Now Jack came behind me again and started licking my ripe butthole.  It was everything I loved – I pushed deeper inside Paul as Jack’s tongue pushed inside me, sucking on my ass.  I slid deeper until my balls were firmly against Paul’s taint and stopped.  I couldn’t believe how amazing my cock felt deep inside this sexy farmer.  As I started to really fuck him Jack moved to push his hard wet dick into Paul’s mouth, a true spit roast.  Paul was taking two big cocks while jacking his own dick – if only his wife could see him now!  My mind was whirling with crazy thoughts – if she came home and caught us he would have to move out and I could be with him all the time.  Forget the jail sentences we’d all get, my fuck-addled brain was fogged with lust. 

I pushed Paul’s ass down so he was on his knees on the floor bent over the bale so I could get up over him and really deep dick him.  My butt was exposed behind and Jack didn’t miss a beat and began fingering and licking my hole again making me even hotter.  Paul met every thrust with a push back of his own wanting my cock all the way inside.  “Shoot inside me, Jeff!  Give it to me!”  I was so close and so Jack pushed two fingers inside me and played with my nipple which did the trick.  I spasmed with squirt after squirt of my hot cum deep inside Paul’s ass while I kept on fucking him, churning my own cream into a blur of whipped sperm.  Finally I had to stop and pull out and I collapsed on the hay.  My cock was sticky with cum and Paul’s ass juices.  Jack promptly went down on me, dirty big brother, and licked me clean.  He laid back and gestured for Paul to squat over his face.  My dirty cum began sliding out of Paul’s loose hole right into Jack’s open mouth who gulped and licked his lips.  “Good ass cum!”  Jack was like a kid who got his favorite candy.  He pulled Paul down who didn’t resist this time but he only kissed Jack for a minute before seeking my lips.  We kissed and kissed while I jacked Paul’s cock.  He groaned out “I’m close” so I went down on him and got that load.  Creamy and delicious. 

After all that both Paul and I started on Jack, sucking his iron rod dick and balls and one of us back licking that succulent ass.  “You boys are probably too tuckered to fuck me but I’m close enough to shoot into your mouths, who wants my cum?”  Paul and I looked at each other and got down with our mouths open as Jack jacked his dick.  In just a few strokes he was blowing that creamy load all over our mouths and faces.  So much cum got into Paul’s thick beard it took me a few minutes to lick it all out but we both loved the task.  Once again Paul and I started deep kissing with Jack’s sperm shared between us.  I couldn’t get enough of this man.  What’s next for us? I wondered and tried not to be depressed about our impossible situations. 

I woke up as usual at six a.m. i turned off my alarm clock and got ready for what would become an unusual day. While getting ready i already felt something strange, strange but good, concerning my cock. The beautiful sensation of the morning wood, but i noticed it wouldn’t go away even after half an hour since i got out of bed, i still could see my boner trough my underwear, and then, a thought came in my mind…just…touch it… I looked at my dick…then passed an hand on it….damn if it was good…really…really good…and i kept touching it until i finally stopped. What was i doing? And thinking? I never jerked off before and i didn’t mean to begin that day for sure, so i finished changing and went downstairs for breakfast, thought with my dong still up.

As i watched tv and finished getting ready, i could still feeling the sensation growing from my package, luckily my dick is pretty small and no one noticed, but it was hard all along and i couldn’t resist of touching it sometimes, when i was alone in the bathroom or in my room, just passing my hand on it…and it felt sooooo goood, i had my eyes rolling in ecstasy only for then feeling ashamed and stopping. I took the car and went to work on my own, sometimes touching my weiner…feeling good…driving with one hand while the other carefully massaged my cock, i could feel the sensation growing…my legs near the breaks started twitching in ecstasy every time i got near my cock…not grabbing it once…only getting my hand over it and my toes starting to crawl back, fuck…this feels so good…i wonder if…i then grab my erection with my hand…fuuuck…i moan so loud…only the witness of a person on the street stops me, i hit my breaks as hard as i could and stop the car just in front of him. YOU ASSHOLE, YOU ALMOST KILLED ME…sorry, i answered ashamed, then he got away giving me the middle finger. Fuck James, i said to myself, what is wrong with me? I didin’t noticed for all day, but a little stain on my pants, just above my package appeared then.

Note: Yves, I hope you’re reading this. I cannot get your face out of my mind. The satisfied expression you had with my cock in your mouth, and a little bit of cream in your beard; knowing you had made a man cum. You told me it was your first time sucking dick even though you were in your 40s. Was it true? I changed your name, but you will recognize the Travelodge in downtown and the reference to your cologne (Terre by Hermes)

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I was recently divorced from a woman and getting comfortable with my sexuality. At first, I didn’t dare to have sex with guys irl so I ogled daddies in Tumblr accounts like igotdaddyissues. One day in early May, I finally opened a Craiglist account and went for it.

That’s where I came across a profile of Yves. We traded the usual pictures, but there was a certain elegance to the whole operation. He didn’t send me a dick pic, but rather a picture in his underwear. Thick hairy thighs, tight ass, a bit of belly…and his hand placed like he was about to pull out his cock, but didn’t. I definitely wanted to meet this man in person.

We agreed to meet in the Dominion Square Tavern in downtown Montreal. I arrived there, and it was closed and raining outside. I was maneuvering with my umbrella, and about to text him when I hear someone call my name. It was him: the stereotype of a daddy, tall, with a salt and pepper beard and a suit. He was coming from work.

For some crazy reason I jumped in his car and it felt like we were introducing ourselves while at the same time deciding where to go and fuck. This wasn’t going to be a quiet beer and we both knew it. He had blue slacks on (tight fitting in all the right places) and he smelled of a delicious combination of sweat and cologne. I couldn’t concentrate, and I had a full on erection riding in the passenger car, this felt so wrong and so right.

He took up space in the car, some Audi or BMW or some typical white collar car. As if by accident, he put his hand on my thighs when he laughed or when he took a right. I could feel he was hard too, because he left his phone fall between his legs, and he told me to pick it up from his crotch area to set up the gps.

Our destination was the Travelodge hotel in the Boulevard Rene Levesque in downtown Montreal. He was scared to be seen so he made me pay with my credit card (And then reimbursed me like the gentleman he is) . We went to the 9th floor, got in our room and this manly tall man just hugged me. He said he just wanted to stay like that for a bit, as this was all new to him.

But nature did its thing and we had to pull apart a little to adjust our erections. We both could feel hard. I asked him what was his perfume and that’s when I learned that he used Terre by Hermes. He wasn’t a great kisser at first, which gives credence to his claim that he was new to this; I held his face in my hands and let my tongue work for both of us. He was smiling and a bit gasping for air. He came back for more and tried using his tongue the second time around.

We went into the tiny bathroom and he said we should take a shower. He undressed first, opening his shirt and walking around while adjusting the water temperature. His chest hair coming out of his white shirt? Unfucking real. He caught me staring,

I followed him into the shower which was tiny. We couldn’t even use the soap freely without running into each other’s arms, legs, and hard cocks. When I was busy putting shampoo, he caught me offguard and kneeled and put his mouth around my cock. He made noises, like oooooh yeah, look at this fucking cock…and looked me in the eye while he was sucking me. Half a naughty boy, half a crime-partner who challenged me to be as sexual as I longed to be. Years and years of daddy fantasies in front of me, under a tiny shower in a downtown hotel.

We got out and were like giddy schoolboys enjoying mischief. I asked him to put himself in all fours on the bed, and I licked his ass. My tongue got into a rhythm and he turned into a little bitch that wanted to be fucked. Such a nice change vs. the alpha male that I met a few minutes ago. He swayed his hips back and forth , while I used one of my hands to also cup his balls. We both looked left and realized there was a mirror covering the wall. There was me, with my face buried in his ass, while he closed his eyes in pleasure and moved. He turned around and laid on the bed with his legs spread…there’s something so sexual about a strong man that puts his heels up in the air: a male body asking for a penetration.

He spit in his hand and smeared saliva on my cock, a spontaneous gesture that got me even harder. I put my dick inside of him slowly at the beginning (Fuck me he said, I can take it). Which was my permission to go at it….my balls bouncing against his….embarrassing sounds coming from my mouth or his… closing our eyes in pleasure, or locking our gazes upon each other. Nice to meet you, I said.

He got up and hugged me. Me still hard inside of him. Let’s cum together , he said.

He told me it was my turn to lay down. He opened my legs, and kneeled between them. He kissed my feet, my legs, my knees…and as he was moving around I could feel his hair, or his beard, or his breath tickling my balls. Before I could say anything, he understood that this was my soft spot, and he used his sloppy tongue and planted wet kisses on my balls, before taking my cock in his mouth again. At this point, he was also touching himself, and mumbling things while sucking me…so instead of hearing him….I FELT him say: fuck you are making me cum!

I exploded in his mouth and he was proud of his accomplishment. A 40 something married man, exploring sex with a man in a downtown hotel.

For the first four days it had been nonstop city tours and museum trips, tourist attractions and local restaurants, but for the last two days it was “free time.” There were strict rules, obviously for a group of 17 and 18 year olds in a foreign country, but they mostly boiled down to stay at the hotel or go out with a chaperone. A lot of kids went out in groups with one of the parents tagging along. A few of us, on the other hand, enjoyed the down time after a week of hustle. 

I was already 18, so I could legally drink in France. So, I went to the hotel bar. Well, one of them. The top three floors of the hotel were three separate restaurants. There was also a bar a few doors down and another across the street. But, I decided to stay close, and went to the top floor. 

It was deserted, which was understandable for a Tuesday night when the majority of the hotel is full of three different high schools worth of teenagers. It must’ve been hell for the employees. 

I found a stool at the bar and sat down, glancing around the room. It was located at the corner of the building, so two of the walls were giant windows overlooking Paris at sunset. 

“Bonjour?” 

The voice made me jump. I turned and saw a handsome youth standing behind the bar. He blinked at me with wide hazel eyes. He had wavy chestnut hair and a lean body, hidden behind the work uniform. 

“Bonjour. Un rum etc cola, s’il vous plait.” I didn’t know French, I took Spanish in high school. But, after five days, you catch on to a few things. And, I’d been practicing my order in the elevator ride up. 

“D’accord. J’arrive tout de suite, monsieur.” I had no clue what he meant, but he went to get my drink so I figured it had worked. 

He returned, placed down my rum and coke in an expensive looking glass with a fancy lime garnish, then was immediately called away by a coworker. “Javi! Ramène tes fesses juteuses par ici!” 

So, his name was Javi. 

I took a long sip and found that Javi made a strong drink. Smiling, I turned around again and continued to watch the city below. 

“Un autre verre, monsieur?” The question shook me back to reality. I must’ve been more tired than I realized. I turned back around and found Javi there, gesturing at the glass I had drained at some point. 

I blinked at him, then put two and two together. “Oui. Merci.”

As Javi made my second drink, I sighed. It was tough not knowing the home language. 

“D’où venez-vous?” The bartender asked as he put my drink down. I silently thanked my friend Ash for teaching me this phrase. 

“America. California.” I immediately heard my accent bleed out with the words and tried not to cringe. 

“Oh? So, English?” Javi asked. Despite my own discomfort at my voice’s tones, Javi’s eyes lit up. 

I smiled, took my glass and took a sip. “Oui. English.” 

Javi chuckled. “I’m Javi.” He said, his own accent heavy as he spoke my language. “What is your name?” 

“I’m Dane.” I extended a hand for a shake. He took it with surprising firmness. Our eyes met and I saw an undeniable desire behind his gaze. “D’où venez-vous, Javi?”

He gave a small chuckle and leaned back on a counter. “I’m Parisian. Your French is very good.”

I gave a snort of laughter. “Merci. But, it’s not. I only know this much from this trip. Your English is very good.” 

“Merci.” Javi said, with a coy look in his eyes. “I work in a hotel bar, so you quickly catch on. “Un autre verre, Dane?” 

Maybe it was the alcohol or hearing him say my name in his heavy accent, but either way, I felt a warm ache in my crotch. I smiled at Javi. For a moment, there was nothing but us silently eating each other up with our eyes. “Oui. Un de plus, s’il vous plait.” 

Javi beamed. He seemed to enjoy the little bit of bastard French that I knew. He nodded and went to refill my glass, and I started to imagine what the rest of my evening could look like. 

Leaning forward slightly, I could get a good look at Javi behind the bar. His black slacks were tight, holding his athletic legs and his jaw dropper of an ass. It made the pants look even tighter. In contrast, the simple button down shirt he wore was slightly bagging, keeping his torso a mystery. I like mysteries. 

“Un rum et cola, monsieur.” 

“Merci beaucoup.” I gave a friendly smile, but Javi’s returning expression was way beyond friend. He was hungry, and I was on his plate. “When are you off work, Javi?”

He checked his watch, but it seemed like an act as he quickly responded. “Ten minutes.”

It was my turn to beam. “I’d better finish this quickly.” I said, raising my drink and taking a long sip. 

When I put my glass down again, Javi leaned in, so I did too. “What room are you in?” He asked, the growl of his accent making my groin buzz. 

“Un deux trois quatre.” I asked, in a sing-song voice, tempted to kiss him right there. But resisting. He was on the clock after all. 

Javi straightened up and grabbed a rag from the counter. “I’ll see you there.” 

My heart raced. 

By now I’d had my fair share of sexual experiences, but I’d never been with a sexy French bartender who looked ready to jump my bones as soon as we were alone. 

I paid my tab and made my way back to my room, Javi telling me he’d be there in 10 minutes. But once inside room 1234 I had nothing to do but pace and wait for this dream boat to arrive. 

After 11 minutes, I started to worry he was just buttering me up for a bigger tip. But, at minute 12, there was a gentle trio of knocks at my door. 

Javi had changed in blue jeans and a yellow tee shirt, which looked amazing on him, despite the simplicity. I was still dressed, wearing a contrast of khaki pants and a navy polo shirt. Javi looked me up and down and smiled. “Bonjour.”

“Bonjour beau homme.” I offered back, getting a giggle from the boy as he stepped into my hotel room. I had lucked out, mostly due to favoritism by one of my teachers, and had received the only single room out of the students. There were an odd number of us, so everyone else had to share with a roommate. But I had the whole place to myself. “Would you like a drink?” 

The bartender raised a brow, still wearing his boyish smile. “No, merci. I think we should skip to the fun part.” 

His hands found my chest, pushing me against the wall. Our faces drew close, only centimeters apart as our breathing became more heated. His fingers kneaded my muscles and felt over my arms and shoulders, as my hands went to his neck and the back of his head. I looked into his eyes, there was a moment of pause, then he kissed me. 

Our kiss was hot and passionate, quickly deepening to a make out, both of us panting against the other’s lips and our hands becoming more adventurous. Our shirts were stripped and tossed aside, our pants were opened and pushed down. He slid a hand into my boxers, grasping my bare cock and starting to stroke the growing length. My hands went to his ass, finding it just as perky and round as it had looked behind the bar. 

“C’est gros.” He sighed, pulling my meat free, stroking it to full hardness. I pushed his briefs down and smacked his bare cheeks, then groped and spread them wide. He gasped then buried his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling the flesh while we teased each other’s lower bodies. I reached for his crack and hole, teasing a digit against the tight rim and finding him eager and experienced, as my finger slipped into him. “Ah!”

Slowly pulling my finger in and out, I kissed Javi’s forehead then looked into his eyes again. “Does it hurt?” 

He blinked, smiling lewdly. “Not at all, monsieur.” His words were soft and intimate. Then, he gasped out hotly again, as my second finger joined the first, stretching his tight rim. 

We were kissing again, then he was kissing my neck again. I panted and throbbed in his hand as he kept stroking my shaft and occasionally focusing on and teasing my tip, which was starting to leak precum. 

Javi’s kisses move down my neck to my bare chest, pausing at my nipples to suck and nibble them, before he sank fully to his knees in front of me. He cupped his cheek and smiled down at him, then bent to kiss him again. When I straightened up again, Javi took my cock into his mouth, sucking and swallowing it with eager enthusiasm. 

“Ah, fuck…” I sighed, my head rolling back against the wall. My hand roamed his head, messing up his hair before gently combing it back into place. “That feels so good, baby.”

“Yeah? You like?” His voice came out from around my tip, his tongue and lips focusing on my swollen cockhead as he looked up at me. 

I smiled down in return, before guiding him to bob along my length again. “I love it, Javi.”

When I said his name, he gave a muffled whimper around my meat. Then he doubled his effort, fucking his face against and moaning around my cock. I moaned out, eyes rolling back and closing as he kept sucking me. And for a moment, I wanted it to never end. 

“Lay back, Dane.” The bartender said, gesturing towards the bed and kissing my cocktip. I smiled and nodded, bent to kiss him once more, then moved into position. 

We were both nude as I laid back on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide as Javi slid to his knees again, licking up my length and over my balls, working to service every inch of my throbbing manhood. He would suck my balls and stroke my cock, then switch to swallowing my cock and tugging my aching balls. I just laid there, moaning and panting. “You’re amazing, baby. Tres bien.” 

“Merci beaucoup.” He responded, kissing my tip, then standing up. 

I looked and saw his bare nudity for the first time. Javi was indeed athletic, his body trimmed and defined with a sizable uncut cock along with a tight sac against his base. “Si beau.” 

Javi giggled and slowly turned around. His bare ass made my jaw drop. It was big and heavy, round and bouncy. “Do you like my ass, monsieur?” 

“I love it, Javi.” As he faced away, I stood up, slipping into the space behind him, sliding my arms around his torso, and slipping my slick hardness between his cheeks. Just grinding on his crack felt amazing. “I want to fuck it.” 

“You want to fuck it?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice, looking back at me. Our faces were close as he ground back against me, our bodies rolling together as we stood at the foot of the bed. I looked into his eyes and nodded slightly. “I would love that.” 

We were kissing again, my hands grabbing his chest and teasing his nipples, then sliding down to find and stroke his hard cock and balls. This made Javi gasp into the kiss, pushing his ass back firmly against my crotch and forcing me to gasp too. 

We chuckled together and continued to kiss and touch, before jumping right back into action. Javi bent over the small couch in the hotel room, one knee on the seat and one on the arm. And as he arched his back, his cheeks spread for me, exposing that hungry pink hole as well as the balls and cock between his legs. Once again, my jaw dropped and cock throbbed. 

I was kneeling behind him before I realized I was moving. My hands smacked both cheeks, then slid down to rub the backs of his thighs. And as his gasp escaped his lips, I moved in and placed mine against his hole. “Oh, Dane!” 

His position was perfect for rimming. I tongue fucked his hole, teasing it’s inner walls and stretching it slightly as his moans filled the air. My hands rubbed his legs and cheeks, then stroked his cock and balls. At one point, I pulled his aching length back between his legs and licked up from his tip, up the underside of his shaft and balls, then along his taint and back into his hole. 

Javi shuddered and moaned out, arching his back harder then reaching back to spank himself. I took over, as I rimmed his hole, spanking and shaking his meaty cheeks against my face, before pulling back and spitting onto his twitching hole. 

“I want you to fuck me.” He says, tone submissive and needy. I continued to savor his moans as I ate him out, then moved to stand up. 

I slapped my hard meat against his hole and cheeks, the sound of it filling the air before I grabbed my own cock base and ground my tip firmly against his wet rim. Then the sounds of his soft whimpering filled the air. “You want me to fuck you?” 

Chuckling, Javi looked back at me. “Je veux que vous me baisiez fort, monsieur.  Baise mon cul juteux et jouis au fond de moi! Je veux que- aahhhhh putain.”

I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but I guessed correctly as I pushed into him, fat cockhead stretching out his eager but tight rim, and making Javi moan out and whine. “Yeessss~!” He let out further as I kept sinking deeper and deeper. He was very experienced, or just ever eager. Either way, his hole swallowed me all the way to the base, until I was throbbing fully inside while my balls tensed against his hole. 

“Your hole is so tight. C’est tres beau with my cock inside it.” I said, rolling my hips and starting the long, slow thrusting that both of us were craving. And as I pumped in and out, pushing and tugging his hole, I watched Javi throw his head back in pleasure. 

He started to push back, our bodies clapping together firmly. We immediately found the rhythm, fucking full and steady and making the couch rock under us. “Tres bien! Tres bien!” 

His moans and whimpers came out high and weak, as I slammed hard and deep, then slammed in and held there. His gasp of pleasure pulsed through me as I laid down on top of him, hands sliding up his sides then around to his front, grabbing his chest and growling into his ear. “Do you like it? Aimez-vous?” 

“Oui~.” He breathed, before I started to fuck again, remaining close and on his back, bucking my hips fast and deep. “Oui!”

“Feel good? Sentir bien?” 

“Oui! Oui!” As his moans kept coming, I felt my orgasm coming in. But, I didn’t want to stop. 

Despite his reluctant groans, I pulled out. I stood behind him, breathing hard and throbbing as I looked down at the hole I’d just pounded and opened. I gave his cheek a firm smack, then squatted down to rim his hole again. 

“Ah, fuck Dane…” He sighed, his accent heavy. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he would laying it on thick for me. 

So I did the same for him. “Do you like my cock in your ass, baby?” 

“Oui, monsieur.”

“Do you want more?”

“Oui, monsieur!”

I pulled back, spat on his hole, then stood and cockslapped his rim again. “Do you want me to cum inside you?” 

“Oui, Dane!” I laid on his back again, my cock lined up with his hole. And as my hands slid around to hug him from behind, I pushed forward and smoothly sank back inside and back into rhythm. “Oui! Oh, oui!”

Panting and growling against Javi’s neck, I felt myself growing to climax quickly again. But this time there was no holding back. My hands grasped Javi’s shoulders from underneath, using the leverage to bury myself even deeper and harder with each thrust. “Fuck. I’m close.” 

My grunts were overshadowed by the bartender’s moans and whimpers. But when I announced my closeness, he looked back at me, our faces close. “Cum in me, monsieur. Cum in me, Dane.”

With one last powerful thrust and an associated moan, I slammed in deep and started to flood Javi’s passage. The boy moaned too, his chest and face collapsing onto the back of the couch, but his ass remaining high. I continued to thrust with every few blasts of seed, before holding deep as my orgasm slowed to an end. “Fuck, Javi. That was amazing.” 

“Tu es incroyable aussi, Dane.” 

We were panting and chuckling. I kissed over his neck and cheek, before straightening up and slowly easing myself out of him. 

Javi and I took a shower, kissing and touching as we cleaned. Javi’s cock was not only hard the entire time but was so achingly hard that I had to stop teasing it after a few minutes. “Arret. Arr- stop. Stop, I’ll cum.” 

I was tempted to milk him dry right there in the shower, kissing his neck and stroking him as he whimpered and whined. But, I listened and stopped. 

But, by the time we were drying off, I was hard again, and ready for more. 

“You’re a very horny guy, Dane.” Javi says, sitting on the couch I’d just bred him on, towel around his waist as he smiled at me. 

I leaned sideways against the table, also dressed in just a towel. “Thank you, Javi. Do you do… this often?” 

He chuckled. “I’m a bartender at a hotel. Yes, I do this often.” A weird mix of arousal and concern filled my guts, and Javi noticed my face shift. “Do not worry, Dane. I go to the doctor often and I’m pretty good at picking clean, nice guys, like you.”

That did make me feel better, but the ache of arousal lingered, and my bulging hardon twitched with need. “Are they always American, like me?” 

This made Javi chuckle again. “Not always, but I do have a type.” He admits, winking at me. 

Javi stood up and walked close, grabbing my hard bulge and leaning in so our faces were close. I sighed as he kneaded my arousal, before we were kissing again. 

Unlike the last time, which had been full of lust and desire and primal need, this kiss was slow, soft, and passionate. It lingered before developing into a more intimate make out, but even then it was slow. My hand moved to Javi’s waist, pulling him closer. But, just as I did, he broke the kiss and spun out of my grasp. 

I raised a brow but he gave no answer. Instead just going to his discarded jeans and going into the pockets, pulling out his phone as well as a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Do you smoke?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t. But feel free.” I explained, gesturing with my head towards the balcony. 

A few minutes later, we were dressed in our boxers and briefs as well as two of my hoodies, standing on the balcony. Javi leaned back on the railing, smoking and scrolling through his phone. I leaned over the rail, examining the city. It was very late now, but, like other cities I’d been to, Paris never slept. 

“When do you leave?” Javi asked, drawing my attention back. 

I straightened and turned around, leaning back and standing with him. “Tomorrow night at 10 we head back to the Charles de Gaulle.” 

“Then you’ll be gone.” There was a sadness in the bartender’s voice. 

I turned and stepped in front of him, grasping his hips. Javi took one last drag of his cig, blew the smoke to the side, then tossed the butt onto the balcony. “Do you work tomorrow?” 

“I clock off at cinq tomorrow.” 

“Are you doing anything after that?” 

Javi just smiled and shook his head slowly. I kissed him again. 

“Can I bring a friend?” I was kissing his neck when the question made me pause. “If not, it’s okay.”

“No. No. I mean, yes. Oui. Bring your friend. They are friends… like us?” 

The bartender nodded and kissed my lips again. 

We found ourselves back in the hotel room, hoodies stripped away and our tented underwear left on the balcony. He pushed me onto the bed, grunting as I fell back, before smirking and shuffling back to lay on the pillows. 

Javi climbed onto the bed with me, straddling my waist and kissing me deeply again. Our cocks ground together as we moaned into the make out. My hands found and spanked Javi’s ass, his hands held my head. He leaned closer, our bodies pressed together, before he rolled his hips forward, reached back, and angled my cock back into his hole. 

“Ah-!” We both let out, as my tip pushed inside of him. And as he sank slowly deeper and deeper towards my cock base, we both moaned out together, before chuckling against each other’s lips. 

Javi ground his hips at my base as we kissed. My hands roamed his sides and back then down to his big ass, idly kneading the two meaty globes. His hands held my waist for support, before he broke the kiss and straightened up. “Does it feel good, monsieur?” 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” I said, going to adjust so I could fuck, but my body tensed and squirmed, as Javi clenched his hole on my meat and rode it long and deep. “Oh fuck baby…” my body almost went limp from the intensity of Javi’s passage’s grip and the slow, milking strokes it was giving me. 

“Yeah, you like that?” He leaned back, hands on my thighs as he started to ride faster, his cock slapping my belly each time he slammed down. “You like my hole?”

I groaned and gripped the sheets. “Fuck yes, Javi!” My eyes and head rolled back into the pillow without me realizing. When I looked up, Javi’s face was twisted with a devious lust that made my balls ache with need for release already. Javi sank to my base and ground in small circles, then pulled up and did the same on my tip. I was shuddering, but I wasn’t someone to be outdone. 

My hands grasped the French boy’s hips, suddenly slamming him down to my base and holding there. He gasped then chuckled as we looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned down to kiss me, our make out once again lusty and hot. I moved my hands to his ass, gripping it firmly as I shifted my feet onto the bed. Javi groaned into the kiss from the shifting meat inside of him and I chuckled. 

“Sentir bien?” I asked, our voices soft as we panted together. 

“Tres bien, Dane.” Javi said with a giggle, before our make out resumed, only for Javi to break the kiss as he moaned out as I started to fuck him. “Oh oui! Oui!”

I fucked up into him, pounding his eager hole, my heavy balls slapping up against him as I bucked my hips. My hands moved to Javi’s lower back and head, keeping our bodies close. 

“Fuck yeah, Javi. Your ass feels so fucking good.” I said, as the boy’s eyes rolled as he panted hard and hot. “I wish I could fuck you all night. You’re so-” 

But Javi cut my words off by kissing me again. I chuckled into the kiss, then grunted and rolled us over. The kiss broke as Javi gasped, finding himself on his back, legs spread wide, and me straightening up to properly pound down into him.

“Oh fuck Dane!” He threw his head back into the pillows, as I pinned his shoulders down and banged him deep and hard. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” 

I grabbed the backs of his knees, lifting his ass higher, my thighs and balls loudly slapping his body, and getting faster. I shook sweat from my hair then leaned to kiss him again. And as my lips collided with the moaning boy’s mouth, I felt his entire body tense and clenched, his hole squeezing my cock. 

Javi moaned into the kiss as he came onto himself, as I kept fucking and kissing and holding him close under me. And a few heart beats later, his milking hole pushed me over the edge too. I roared a muffled moan into his lips, Javi’s hands holding my head and keeping our kiss deep as I bred him again. 

I lost track of time. 

“Cinq heures, oui?” Javi confirmed, a half hour later after a second shower, another bout of kissing, and exchanged social media’s. By now, it was around 1am. 

“Oui.” I said, with a smile that still hadn’t gone away. “You, me, and your friend…?”

“His name is Gian.” Javi said, leaning back on the hotel room’s door. “He used to work here with me and would fuck me in the bar after closing hours.”

“That’s hot.” I said, bluntly, pushing Javi against the door and kissing him hard, before stepping back and going to open it. As I did, Javi slid a hand onto my waist and leaned close to my ear. 

“He’s always said he wants to get fucked while he fucks me.” 

And with those lewd parting words, Javi winked and vanished down the hall. The closed the door and I collapsed onto the couch I’d fucked Javi on, my cock hard again just from the kiss and teasing. And shortly after, as I was lying down to sleep, I realized a grave error I had made. 

“He took my fucking hoodie.”

It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday.  I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S.  I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage.  Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional.   Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay hair styler.  My hair is dark brown and a little on the short side.  I go to the gym 5 days a week and have a pretty buff body.  I’m 34 yo,  6 ft tall, 170 pounds and I can bench press almost 300.  I’m not a hunk, but I still get a lot of attention from the ladies – and the guys too.

It was busy this morning but as the day grew on, it had gotten quieter and quieter.  I usually close at 6 pm on Friday’s, but it was 5:30 now and I’d already cleaned up and I was thinking of closing early.
I was in the backroom when I heard the bell at the front door ring.  I went up front and saw that a cute teen guy in shorts and a t-shirt had just come in.  He was about 18 or 19, with sandy brown hair, blue eyes, probably about 5’10” or 11” and a lean lanky body.

“Come on in,” I welcomed him.  “I’m Dan and this is my salon.  I was just about to close because it’s been so slow, but I’m sure I can find some time for you.  What can I do for you?”

The kid looked around, obviously impressed with the décor and cleanliness.  He replied, “My name’s Justin and I’m a new freshman at the college here.  I’ve been spending too much time studying in front of a computer and I feel sorta tight and very tense.  I haven’t been sleeping too well either.  I know I need more exercise, but I found you online and it said you give massages and I thought one might help.  I’ve never had one before but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place, Justin,” I grinned.  “As I said, I was about to close, so you’ll be my last customer.   Go on down the hall into the first room on the right while I lock up so we won’t be disturbed.”

As I locked up, I smiled at my good fortune.  I love twinks and this was a hot one.  Hopefully I’d be able to get into his ass and my cock stiffened at the thought.

I walked into the massage room and found Justin sitting on the edge of the table.

I smiled to relax him.  “Let me get to know you first, Justin.  I like to have some rapport with my massage clients.”

“Tell you what, since it’s the end of the day, I’m going to have a drink while we talk.  If you’re as tense as you say you are, I’m sure it would help you too.  Do you like scotch?  Think of it as medicinal if you don’t drink much and we won’t tell anybody.”

Justin grinned.  “I’ve only drunk alcohol a little, but sure, I’d love one – thanks.  It might help me to relax.”

I poured a couple of small scotches (about half water in his) handed one to Justin and sat back down, crossing my legs.

“So tell me about yourself, Justin – where you’re from, what your hobbies are, what you like to do – that sort of thing.

He took a couple sips from his drink first.  “I grew up in a small town near San Luis Obispo in California.  My mom and I live by ourselves, although now that I’m gone, I suspect her boyfriend will have moved in.  There’s not much to tell about me.  I spend a lot of time reading when I’m not doing homework, mostly sci-fi and fantasy and a good deal of time on fantasy computer games too.  I like to swim and spent some time at the beach this summer and in my dad’s pool.  I like to bike a lot too – in fact I biked over here.”  But really, I guess I’m sort of a nerd.  I’ve never had much of a social life and have dated very little.  I’m pretty shy really.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Well,” I answered, “you look like you’re in great shape – all that swimming and biking must be helping.  Plus there’s that high metabolism you young guys have – I wish I had it still.”

“So what about sex?  From what you’ve said, I’m guessing you’re a virgin.  Right?”

“Yeah” he said embarrassed. “ ‘fraid so.”

“Well, don’t let it bother you – I’m sure that state won’t last long around here.  There will be plenty of hot girls and even guys that will want to get you in bed with them.”

“So, tell me, which do you like, girls or guys?”

Justin coughed.  “I don’t know – girls I suppose.”

I laughed, “Well, you’ll figure it out soon enough I suppose.  I’m gay myself – I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

He looked surprised and a little nervous, but just shrugged.

“O.K.  that’s enough for now,” I said.

“Let me check you out some now.  Why don’t you take off your t-shirt and turn around so I can find your areas of greatest tension?”

Justin did as I asked and I was impressed with his pecs and flat stomach which I saw before he turned around.  He wasn’t very muscular but it looked like he was well-toned.  Just like I like them.
I felt around his neck and shoulder.  “Yes, I can feel all the tension in here.”

I raised up his right arm and was pleased to see a nice growth of hair.  It was trimmed and I smelled his armpit.  Luscious!  I love a guy with trimmed armpits. 

“Nice extension, Justin – not too muscular, but nice muscle tone.”

“Now lean over the table, so I can check your lower back, gluts, and legs.”

He still had his pants on but I could see down the back of them and took a look and inhaled deeply.  Not bad at all – besides I like my boys to be a little ripe.  I felt through his pants and his ass was nice and firm and tight – no flab, but not boney either.

I felt the muscles in his shoulders, back and ass.  “There’s a lot of tension in your back and gluts, Justin – I can certainly help there.  Your legs seem to be in great shape – probably the bike riding.”

“O.K., turn around and let’s talk.”

“Now about the massage, I offer two types, the first is for 30 minutes and is basically a regular rubdown.  It won’t help you much with your tension, but it would feel good.  The other is a full body massage which is 90 minutes and it’s where I work on all your muscles – especially your shoulders and gluts, your ass muscles.  Most people don’t realize how much tension is stored in their ass and how that affects their lower back and legs.  Have you ever heard the expression, ‘tight ass’?”

He nodded yes.

“Well, it means cheap, but it also means a person difficult to live with, who’s picky and often cross.  You know the expression, ‘he’ or ‘she needs to get laid’ or ‘what she needs is a good fuck’?”

He nodded again.

“That’s because they’ve got a lot of tension – and I’ll guarantee a lot of it is centered in their ass.  Sex, by the way, is a great way to lose that tension.  But then you’re a virgin so far, so you haven’t had that outlet available yet.

You’ve got a lot of tension in your ass and I could relieve some of it for you if you have the full body massage.  As it happens, I’m having a special this month for college students and I’m offering the full body massage for the same price as the regular – only $30.  Sound good?

He seemed nervous, but he nodded yes again.

“O.K. then.  Take off your clothes, including your shoes and socks, and get up on the table laying face down while I warm up the massage oil and prepare the room so there will be a nice soothing ambience in here.”

I filled a bowl with warm water and put a bottle of massage oil in it.  I have a special oil I use for guys.  It feels good, is good for the skin, and it doesn’t soak in too quickly – but, more importantly, it has a slight fragrance that is musky and very sexy.  I never fail to get turned on when I use it. Then I lowered the lights some to make the room more seductive and lit the aromatic candles I had placed around the room.  Lastly I turned on some of my favorite massage music which is sort of trance-like, but has a nice, slow heavy beat in the background.  I like to call it ‘music to fuck by’.

Justin was laying there, his head face down in the head rest, and I feasted my eyes on that beautiful, long, lanky, sexy, teen body in front of me.  Some days it really does pay to come into work!

I took a towel and folded it and lifted his head and put the towel on top of the head rest.  I wanted him to be able to see me and besides, I think it’s much more comfortable.

“That should be better, Justin.  Are you comfortable? Warm enough?”

“Yeah, I’m fine – although I feel a little weird, being naked like this.”

I chuckled, “I suppose it does take some getting used to at that.  Just relax, listen to the music, close your eyes if you want.  Let your mind float.”

“If at any time, what I’m doing hurts, let me know right away.  Some of the things I do may hurt at first but should feel better after a few seconds.  OK?”

“Sure,” he gulped.

“I’m going to take off my shirt too because I don’t want to get any oil on it.  I hope you don’t mind.”

“Sure, no problem,” he answered.

I pulled off my shirt revealing my smooth chest and abs.  It must be warm in here, because it sure felt better this way.  I decided to take my shoes and socks off as well which would probably save me some time later.  I then made sure Justin was comfortable, tested the oil on my arm, put some on Justin’s back and began rubbing it on.

“This isn’t too hot, is it Justin?”

“No, he said,” with his eyes closed, “it feels really good.”

Using long strokes, I spread the oil evenly over his back and then moved down to his legs and applied some more.  He had his legs next to each other, so I spread them some, so I could get to the inner thighs.  Lastly I put some on his ass which was tight and firm.  I pulled his ass cheeks apart until I could see his pretty pucker.  I leaned over and took a sniff – nice! I spread the oil on his cheeks with some running into his crack.  This oil is vegetable based and actually tastes pretty good, so I didn’t mind using it on something that I’d probably taste later.

“How’s it feeling so far, Justin?  Relaxing?”

“It feels great – I love it!”

“Good, now don’t go to sleep on me, OK?”

“I’ll try,” he replied with a chuckle.

I decided it would be easier to work on him if he were spread-eagled, so I moved his legs further apart until each one was at the edge of the table and the same with his arms so that his fingers hanging slightly over.  I then proceeded to work on each arm, beginning with the hands.  I started with his right hand, massaging the finger joints and flexing the palm.  Then on to the wrist and the lower arm, raising it high enough so I could see the hair in his armpit.  Finally on to his upper arm, letting his lower arm dangle so that his fingers were brushing against my shorts.  When I finished that arm, I went on over to the other side and worked his left hand and arm.

I worked his shoulders and upper and lower back next, working down along his spine, letting my crotch slide along his fingers each time I went by them.   Then on to his legs and feet, working from the feet up to his inner thighs and back.  I could see his balls as I lifted his legs to work on them.

Finally I went back to his ass, applying more oil and this time dribbling some more oil in his crack and onto his hole.  I did some deep massage on his gluts this time.   Next I spread his cheeks wide and rubbed along the crack, over his hole, and along his perineum to his balls which I touched lightly.  I then came back to his hole, and rubbed my finger tips several times around the pucker and finally pushing a finger slightly in and out so he could get used to the intrusion.  He didn’t object, but actually lifted his ass some, so I pushed it in a little further, but he was really tight and I didn’t want to cause him any pain.

Next I got my favorite vibrator which is really a long dildo with ridges all along it.  I positioned myself at the head of the table with my crotch pressed against his head and began rubbing it along his shoulders and back.

“Are you doing alright, Justin?  You seem a lot more relaxed.”

“This feels so good, Dan.  I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel a lot better already.”

“I’m glad to hear that – you were really tense.  Your ass is still pretty tight and I’d like to loosen it up some more.  Are you OK with that?”

“Whatever you think it takes, sure.”

I moved to his side and ran the vibrator over both of his cheeks, then I spread his cheeks so I could get a clear view of his pucker.  It was a beautiful pink opening (although tightly closed) and I would have liked to tease it with my tongue, but unfortunately it was too difficult to get to from where I was and besides I felt it was too soon.  Instead I turned the vibrator on and ran it all along the edges of his hole, occasionally pressing the tip against it.

His hand was hanging slightly over the table and I pressed my crotch lightly against it.  He turned his hand and as I was rubbing the vibrator over his hole, his fingers were feeling my hard cock through my shorts.  I knew I had him.

I teased his asshole with the vibrator some more until I could tell that it was relaxed and ready for more.

“Try to relax some more, Justin.  Take some deep breaths.”

I put some lube on his pucker and began pushing the tip of the vibrator into him, rotating it as I did.  I got the tip into him – he seemed to take it easily, but then the tip is pretty narrow.

“You’re doing good, Justin.  Keep up the deep breaths and relax your body as much as possible.”

His fingers had wrapped around my hard cock through my pants and held it firmly as I continued.

I managed to push the vibrator in further and got perhaps an inch into him and held it there, letting the vibrations do their work.   Then I pulled it out and repeated the process.

His asshole was responding well and it became easier and easier to push the vibrator into him.  I continued doing this until I was able to get about 4 inches of it into his ass, holding it in him so his muscles couldn’t push it out.

“Very good, Justin,” I told him.  “You’re loosening up nicely.  How does it feel?”

“A little weird,” he said, “but it feels sort of good.”

“This really important for loosening you up,” I told him I pushed it in a little further and then left it there.   I moved his hand off my dick and then dropped my shorts and moved further up the table.  I rubbed his back and shoulders and neck some more to relax him as the vibrator did its work.

His head was laying on its side away from me.  I walked around and saw that he had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to his body.

I massaged his face muscles and then used my fingers to open his mouth until his lips formed an “O”.
“A little wider, Justin,” I told him.

When his mouth was open wide enough, I traced my cockhead around his lips several times and then slowly slid it into his mouth and let him suck on it lightly.

God!  What a turn on to see my cock in this beautiful twink’s mouth!!! 

I continued to rub his shoulders and neck as I fed him my cock.  At first he was just holding it in his mouth, but after about a minute, I could feel his tongue exploring it.  I slid it in some more but carefully so as not to gag him and fucked his cute mouth.  It was clear he was enjoying sucking his first cock.

But all good things have to come to an end and I didn’t want to blow my load yet.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went back to his ass.  I pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it back in several times until when I pulled it out I could see his pink hole was staying open and almost winking at me.   It made me salivate and I got even harder, it was that pretty and sexy.

“O.K. Justin, time to turn over and I’ll do the front.”

My eyes rejoiced to see this long, lean beautiful teen body displayed before me.  His cock was fully hard – about 7” – coming out of a nice light brown bush.  His chest was smooth with some definition and he had a nice flat stomach that had a trail of hair leading down to his bush.  I took his hands from his sides and had him hold them under his head so that I would be able to see his gorgeous pits as I worked on him.

Of course, all pretense of a legitimate massage was long gone by now and I was just going to enjoy this fantastic teen body in front of me.

I began by rubbing his pecs and licking his delicious nipples which quickly hardened to small pebbles under my tongue.   At he same time I was running my hands over the rest of his body, but avoiding his dick – I wanted to save that for a little later.

Next I feasted on his armpits, licking the hairs until they lay wet and heavy.  I loved the way he squirmed and moaned while I was doing this.

I worked my way on down his body, licking and kissing his throat, nipples (again), running my tongue over his flat stomach.  Then I moved down to his legs, kissing his inner thighs, licking his perineum and sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, giving them a tongue bath.  

Justin’s cock by now was rock hard and dripping some pre-cum. I slid my fingers over his slick 7” shaft and licked up from the base to the flare several times, each time licking under and around the glans.  Justin moaned and jerked each time I concentrated on the V where the flare met.  I then slowly slid my lips over the head until it was buried in my mouth.  I ran my tongue all over the head but concentrated on the underside.  Then I deep throated him and massaged his cock with my throat muscles.  When I felt he was getting close, I pulled off and said, “Not yet tiger.  Soon – but not yet.”

“Let’s have you turn back over.”

I positioned him so that most of his body was face down on the bed, but angled so that one leg stayed on the bed while the other dangled over the side.  This exposed his cherry hole perfectly for me and I gazed at the beauty of his rosebud.  I couldn’t resist it and knelt down and smelled it.  It was clean and yet fragrant with the smell of his young body.  I pointed my tongue and ran it lightly around his ass lips until he squirmed.  Then I flattened my tongue out and took several long licks up his ass crack, making sure to get his hole very wet with my saliva.  Next I pulled his cheeks further apart and teased his hole with the tip of my tongue until it began to relax and I could insert my pointed tongue in and lick inside.  Soon I was able to get my tongue all the way in and his hole was completely relaxed.  Of course, that was about to change.

I spent a few more minutes enjoying his hole before I straightened up so I could begin the penetration.  I had decided to fuck Justin bare.  This wasn’t something I would normally do, but I had just gotten my lab report back and I was completely clean and I was sure I wouldn’t catch anything from this virgin.  Besides a cherry isn’t really taken until a guy is fucked with a bare cock and a heavy load of sperm is deposited deep in his guts and I wanted Justin’s first time to be real and special, if you know what I mean.

I lubed up my cock and Justin’s hole and massaged his shoulders and back as I laid my meat along his crack.  I slid it up and down several times to get it harder and to build up Justin’s anticipation of the pleasures coming.

“All right, Justin.  We’re going to get rid of your tight ass problem once and for all.  This may hurt a little at first as we begin the loosening process, but it will feel really good after a few minutes so bear with it.”

With that, I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and put my bare cockhead against his pretty pucker.  It was still relaxed from my rimming and I watched the lips spread as I began my entry.  He was of course very tight and I had to apply some pressure before my cockhead finally opened it up and it went in.

“Don’t tighten up, Justin, we’re making good progress.”

He whimpered some but I could see he was going to be man enough to take it.

I pulled out and put some more lube on it and pushed it back in and let him feel it.  His ass was opening up nicely and it wasn’t long before I was able to get a couple more inches into him.  His ass felt fantastic around my rod and it was tempting to go faster, but I knew it would be better for him if I took it easy.

“How’s that feel, Justin?  Not too bad, huh?”

He mumbled that it hurt some and I held it there and rubbed his shoulders for a few seconds to distract him and to allow his hole to adjust to my invasion.

“Just try to relax, Justin, and take some deep breaths.  The pain will go away soon and then it will start to feel really good.”

He moaned and I took that as agreement.  I began moving in and out slowly, just half an inch at a time as his hole opened more and more and my cock went deeper and deeper into his young body.

“Nice, man – I think we’ve got it where we want it now.”

I began fucking him a little faster and with longer strokes.  It wasn’t long before my 8” cock was sliding the full distance in his tight hole.

He started moving his ass back in time to my sliding into him and I could tell he was starting to enjoy the fuck because he was shoving back with each of my thrusts.

“Yeh, Justin, move your ass.”  Hot!!!

I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him up slightly so I could rub and pinch his nipples.  I kept to a steady medium speed fucking, letting him enjoy the sensations of a cock fucking his ass for the first time.
After a few minutes, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and brought him to a full erection.  I put some lube on my hand and rubbed his cockhead and kissed his neck and back as I continued to fuck his hot boy hole.

I really prefer to be able to look at a guy’s face while I’m fucking them, especially when they’re as cute as Justin, so I pulled out completely and had him lay down on his back on the table.  I then got up on the table with him, raised his legs onto my shoulders and slid my cock home again, watching his facial expression as my cock sank deep into his ass.

His expression was one of lust and desire and I leaned down and kissed his lips and then french kissed him as I began fucking him once more.  He humped back against me each time I shoved in and I could feel his asshole was wide open now, practically begging my cock to go in as deeply as possible.

I wanted this to last as long as possible because both of us were enjoying it so much, so I raised up on my arms and kept a steady pace but varied the length of my strokes.   He was stroking himself now and his cock was very hard and the head was almost a deep purple – I knew he would cum soon as his strokes got faster and faster and his face showed extreme pleasure.  I picked up the beat and began slamming into him, my balls bouncing off his ass.  I was getting close myself and as I sensed he was going to cum.

“Cum for me, Justin!  Shoot that boy juice all over your chest!!

He gasped and a long rope of cum shot from his cock and hit his chin.  More and more cum shot all over his body and I slammed into his ass three more times and my cock released its load deep into his bowels.  I held still as I emptied my sperm into his ass and finally collapsed on top of him, my cock still buried deep within him.

We laid there a few minutes and I kissed his eyelids and forehead and cheeks and lips as we enjoyed our post-coital sensations that I’ve always found very special.  Finally I pulled out and got up and got a towel to wipe up the mess.  But before I wiped it up, I scraped some of his cum off his stomach and licked it off my finger – slightly salty and sweet – so good.

After wiping him off, I got a warm washcloth and wiped the sweat off his face (we’d both been sweating a lot) and also wiped up my cum that was starting to dribble out of his ass.  (He might be sore down there for the rest of the day, but that would go away pretty quickly.)

“OK, Justin, that’s it for the day.  I hope you enjoyed it and feel more relaxed and less tense than when you came in here.”

He slowly got up and was a little unstable and mumbled something as he started pulling on his clothes.

“You did really well, Justin – I hope you know that.  You should really feel good about it – you’ll never be that virginal kid again and you have a lot to look forward to in the years to come.”

He looked up hopefully and I could see the beginnings of a shy grin as he glanced at me.

“You have a good weekend now.  I’m going to give you my card with my personal phone number on it and you’re welcome to call me at anytime.”

He mumbled, “thanks,” and slowly walked out of my salon.  I could tell he wasn’t looking forward to his bike seat.

I did see him several more times over the next few months.  In fact, he called me a couple days later and we had a repeat performance of today and it was even better if that’s possible.  After awhile, I suppose he got a boyfriend because I didn’t see him anymore.  That’s par for the course and I know there are other Justin’s out there and I hope I’ll meet a few of them sometime – the sooner the better!

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Richard continued his reminiscences.

“Nicolas? Yes, Nicolas. He was stroking himself and getting very excited. Naturally he was rather annoyed at being left out. So we let him in; he ended by being spit-roasted. We were both rather tired when we staggered back to Versailles Station. 

“I was, needless to say, attracted to Jean-Louis and Nicolas suspected that. But I was able in the event to keep up relations with both of them. Nicolas, who was a fils de famille – in other words a spoilt, problem youngest son – had a job, which he disliked, in his family’s luxury goods shop in the rue du Faubourg St-Honore. He was working as a glorified salesman, while he was supposed to be learning about management. So, while I often ended the day having dinner with him and spending the night with him in one or other of our studios, I had all day for cultural pursuits and, when he was free, for Jean-Louis. 

“Early in our acquaintance Jean-Louis told me that he thought his hyphenated first name was ridiculous and old-fashioned. ‘Nobody, but nobody, was called ‘Louis’ nowadays’, according to him. He preferred his middle name, which was Bruno, so I will refer to him henceforth as Bruno. It suited him, with his all-over tan, dark hair, eyes and and complexion.

Richard paused.

“Bruno was a successful commercial artist, running his own atelier called Ad-Art in Versailles. He did quite a lot of work at home but was not averse to being interrupted during the day for a spot of wrestling-with-sex. It was not heavy; we liked each other and laughed a lot.

Sometimes we would go out to lunch. “On those occasions Bruno was very smart in an up-to-date way. He laughed at my blazer and flannels, saying that they looked nineteen-fifties. Of course they did; that’s why I liked them. Bruno’s look was modern and, while I detested the 1970s as ‘the decade that style forgot’, there was a fashionable look back then, about 1968-71, that suited him. It was only around for a year or two, because it required the wearer to have the physique of an athlete.”

“Remind me!” I asked.

“You had to have broad shoulders, a triangular torso, a slim waist and muscular legs. With the slightest tummy, or if you were long and skinny, it looked dreadful. Fortunately Bruno fitted the description. He wore ‘slim-fit’ shirts that were tailored for him; they emphasised his narrow waist; narrow-waisted jackets in colours like dark red and tan; and light-colored tight trousers, which enhanced his genital bulge. They were skin-tight to below the knee; very slightly flared above the ankle. You could only wear the smallest and thinnest briefs, or a thong, under them. The drawback was that you could also carry fuck-all in your trouser-pockets; he solved that by wearing a specially commissioned leather money-belt. On his feet Bruno wore zipped ankle-boots, which were very comfortable and easy to get on and off, as I later discovered. 

“The trousers were so tight that, within minutes of putting them on and fastening the belt – no-one wore braces back them – symmetrical slanted creases would appear at the front, converging on the crotch and emphasising his package, while behind there were horizontal creases below the buttocks. The trousers were low-slung, hip-height. In sum, Bruno was as desirable clothed as he was naked; those trousers were an irresistible invitation to get physical with him. 

“And did you ever dress like that?” I asked.

Richard smiled smugly. “Yep! I’ll show you the photos sometime. One day Bruno marched me to his men’s shop, who kitted me out and after that no way could we keep our hands off each other.” He paused and smirked. Then he continued: 

“Sex with Bruno was brilliant. It was not just that I liked his looks and physical strength; it was like sex with an octopus on Speed. He was kooky and inventive! Apart from that, we had something in common: the ability to give, receive and enjoy, pain…” 

I was imagining Richard’s smooth shaven, pale and muscular body entwined in arabesques with Bruno’s dark and hirsute one. Of Richard shouting that special yell which a tight-arsed top bellows when he get deep-ploughed first time. Dammit, I was fucking jealous. A shadow must have passed over my face. He noticed. 

“James, all that was before we met; I was at Cambridge, remember. And I was hardly an innocent; I’d been trained by Gary and Alec.” 

He had indeed. Gary had been a Signals NCO instructor in Richard’s CCF, while Alec taught boxing and wrestling at a club in the town near his school. Working together for a couple of years in his late teens, they had helped to make Richard an exceptionally strong young man; a good boxer and brilliant wrestler; with the makings of a soldier and the equivalent of a PhD in man-sex. As apprenticeships went, it had been tough but highly successful. Apart from that, Richard played rugby and fenced. 

“Once I got to spend the weekend with Bruno. Nicolas was away on a family visit in the Midi. My birthday fell that Saturday and we went out for a celebratory lunch at a restaurant near the Château. Bruno was looking superb: open-necked shirt with red cravat; deep crimson blazer; skintight lightweight trousers and aviator shades. I was dressed similarly but in more subdued colours. We walked in the grounds. Suddenly the fountains began to play – this happened about once a month and we were near the Bassin de Neptune. Beautiful though the spectacle was, the smell, because the water was stagnant, was dreadful. Bruno had suddenly had enough culture for one day. He smiled in a challenging kind of way. ‘Come home with me’ he said. 

“We ran up the stairs to his apartment. Bruno had left some champagne on ice; he now poured us a flute each. I can’t tell you how great he looked, sprawled on the sofa, legs wide apart, shirt unbuttoned, dark curly chest-hair glistening. He had a gold chain under his shirt and his present to me had been another. I don’t go in for jewellery apart from cufflinks, but that one was rather special; the pendant, when you looked closely, was a cock and balls. Heaven knows where he found that! I still have it somewhere. He lolled there, smiling mischievously at me. He had topped up his tan, which made his white smile stand out. He’d had a haircut and, knowing that I liked crew-cuts – which had never gone out of fashion in France – he had had one. He was so-fucking-desirable, and he knew it. 

‘I guess you’d like to wrestle?’ he smiled.

‘Yes!’

‘Well, fine. But this evening I want to fuck you!’ I must have looked slightly alarmed. ‘After all, you’ve had me twice so far, so that’s only fair. And anyway men like you need to be fucked from time to time!’ 

“I choked on my champagne. “D’you mind explaining that remark, mon ami?’ 

‘Sure. I’ve got your measure. I like you very much but you’re an alpha-fucking male, insufferably cocky, rugbyman. Your “male patriotism” dictates that you must always win – you’re miserable when you don’t – and that the other guy always gets fucked, literally or metaphorically. Men like you need to be taken down for your own good.’

‘If, and only if, you beat me at wrestling, you can do what you like!’

‘Tres bien!‘ And he began to clear a space in the drawing room. Then we stripped. He grinned at me. ‘En garde!’ 

“I knew that, good as he was, I was a better wrestler than Bruno. I expected to subdue him easily enough, although for the sake of his honour – “male patriotism”, if you liked – I would spin out the match and not force him to submit too soon. But he knew a number of unsporting tricks. He got my neck in a questionably legal ‘sleeper’ hold and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in Bruno’s small home gym. I was also in a piece of equipment that I hadn’t seen before. It served no conceivable fitness purpose. 

“I was lying on a table. My neck was in a steel collar, secured by wing-nuts. It was not tight; I could move my head about. Attached to that were two steel rods forming a v-shape and kept in place by a spreader-bar. Halfway along them was a pair of steel cuffs which secured my wrists; at the end were two more cuffs, which were bolted round my ankles. These were attached by chains to a stout steel structure that normally formed part of one of Bruno’s weight training machines. I was completely at his mercy. I was going to be fucked – raped even – and it was deeply, darkly, exciting! 

“Bruno was teasing my cock, which did not need much encouragement. ‘Awake, are you now? Your birthday treat is just beginning!’ He produced a curved stainless steel instrument with a small cockhead at one and and a large one at the other. Then he rimmed me. That was exquisite; his tongue was hot and rough like a young carnivore’s. Then he used his stainless steel toy: he dipped each end in a jar of vaseline. Firstly, the small cockhead, to tease my prostate; then he suddenly plunged in the larger one, as far as it would go. I yelled and almost passed out. Then it was a steel ass-hook with two or three balls, to stretch my ass-muscles for what was coming. Bruno had a very big cock and it was getting longer and harder by the second. 

“He then fucked me as thoroughly as Gary had back in the days, in the armoury. But this time, because I was restrained, my ‘male patriotism’ was not damaged. I had no choice; rape was inevitable; so I was able to enjoy it. It was still sore; I was bellowing with mingled lust and pain, so he hastily shoved a ball-gag in my mouth to stop me from rousing the neighborhood. Eventually we were both exhausted. We showered, dined and later went to bed together. About four a.m. We woke, fresh as daisies, and made tender young love.” 

‘And did you ever get your revenge? I mean, fuck him in the restraint machine?’

“You bet I did!” Richard grinned reminiscently.

Commander Ted Taylor stripped off his soaking-wet, body-clinging tennis whites just inside the porch door to his Overlook Drive cottage. His house was a boathouse converted into a cozy cottage jutting out over the water in a cove of the Severn River in the Mariner’s Cove section of Annapolis, Maryland. The old residential neighborhood was conveniently located between the Route 301 bridge over the river and the Naval Academy. The main house had burned down before he acquired the property and the front of the lot was now overgrown with foliage.

He took a look at the thermometer on the porch, grunting at seeing it was 94 degrees in the shade, as he’d entered the cottage and, with a grateful sigh, stripped down to the altogether.

He’d only kept the Academy tennis team he coached as a phys ed instructor at the Naval Academy on the courts for an hour, as it was just too damn hot out there today. They squared off against Princeton next weekend and he didn’t want any of his guys to go down with heat stroke. The sports programs were important at the Academy to keeping the midshipmen in hard-bodied fighting trim. Conditioning and using the body to its max was a priority to Commander Taylor as well—his body was well as the students’ bodies. He had a personal fitness program that kept them coming back for more.

He walked nude through the living and dining room combination area with the galley kitchen tucked in at the left and up the stairs to where a hall with a bath and bedroom to the right and a laundry room and bedroom to the left led back to a screened porch spanning the width of the building. The bedroom section jutted out over the water, with two boat slips underneath. This was where he kept his vintage 1960 Chris-Craft 24 sportsman motor launch.

At a very fit thirty-two, Taylor walked proud, not only because he liked going nude in his house but also because his life pursuit was getting the most out of one’s body. He was a strapping six-foot-two Greek-heritage Adonis. His whole life had been devoted to honing the bodies of his young men and his own in every way and to every classic Greek purpose. He was built, cut, hung, and hanging. His relations with his students were patterned on the ancient Greek mentoring system, and the students signing on to this liked it just fine.

As he came out of the shower and was rubbing himself off, he heard the phone ring. He decided to let it go to voice mail or just die in a scammer’s inability to get him to answer. The voice mail clicked on, though, and announced that it was the Emergency Operations Center calling.

“This is an emergency alert to watch out for a disoriented, eighty-year-old man, Glen Gaugh, who left his Riverview Avenue house in the Mariner’s Cove section between noon and 1:00 pm. He is thought to be in the nude . . .”

Riverview Avenue was the main road going through the neighborhood.

The announcement went on, but Ted had laughed at the thought of an eighty-year-old man roaming around the neighborhood in he nude, and he missed the rest of what was said. He cut off the laugh, though, realizing it was no laughing matter for a man that old to be out in nearly 100-degree heat, whether or not he was clothed.

Whatever. He hadn’t seen such a man when he was driving back from the academy and there was little chance he see him on Overlook Drive, which was a short dead-end street nosing into a cove off the Severn River. His cottage, the former boathouse of a bigger house on the street, which had burned down, was pretty isolated for being close in to the Naval Academy. Ted liked it that way. He had young men in frequently—he was highly sexed and mentored his Academy students in the Greek tradition—and it suited him to have his privacy here.

Remaining in the nude, he went padded across the hall and into the guest bedroom, where he had fucked one of the Academy midshipmen, Randy, the previous night. Randy was a gymnast and they’d been swinging from the chandelier as Ted put the student through demanding positions. The bed looked like a battle had been fought there, and in terms of Ted pounding Randy into submission that wasn’t far off the mark. He’d been rough but Randy had begged to come back for more, so Ted was content with their relations.

He stripped the bedding and took it into the laundry room. Realizing then that he was thirsty, he went down the stairs into the great room and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator.

It was then that he glanced through one of the front windows to see that someone was sitting in one of the rattan rockers on his front porch. It was a white-haired old man and Ted could see from here that the man was naked.

“Well, shit,” he exclaimed and headed for the porch.

He didn’t give a thought to being naked himself when he opened the front door and spoke to the man, “Hey, old fellah. You lost or something?”

The old man looked up at him and smiled. He didn’t seem a bit surprise to find the man at the door naked.

“Gene? Is that you? I don’t know where I am. I left lunch to go take a nap, but this isn’t my room.” But then he paused and said, “But you’re not Gene. You’re big and hung. Gene’s but a slip of a young man.”

“No, I’m not, Gene,” Ted said. “But how about you come inside where it’s cooler? It’s too hot out here. Who is Gene? Shall we call him to come pick you up? Here, let me help you inside.”

The man didn’t resist. Ted settled him in the living room and went over behind the island in the galley kitchen, poured the man a glass of ice water, and brought it back.

“Sorry for not having anything on,” he said, suddenly self-conscious about having gone to the porch in the nude. Still, he was amused. The old man and tall, but gaunt and wrinkly, but not badly built for an eighty-year-old, was naked too. A perfectionist in body sculpting and use, Ted’s first thoughts in meeting someone new was to assess their bodies and preferences.

“Oh, it’s all right. Gene and I go naked in the house too.”

So, that explained that. The old man, three sheets to dementia, had made a wrong turn on his way to take a nap in the house and had wound up in unknown territory several streets over. “Gene? Is he your son?”

“No. My grandson. He works at the marina.”

Ted didn’t think the man could be prompted to identify which marina or any further information on what put the old codger on the street nude. He realized, though, that the Emergency Operations Center message would still be on his voice mail. So, he checked out the message and went back to the old man.

“So, Mr. Gaugh. Glen, is it? How about I call and get you back with your grandson.”

“That would be nice. I called for him in the house a few times, but he didn’t answer. Must be at work. He’s a good boy, although I think he gets a bit too free with himself.”

“Gets in trouble with the women? He’s a real looker, is he?” Ted asked as he was dialing the contact number given in the phone message.

“Not exactly, and he looks just fine,” Glen Gaugh answered. He did so with a yawn, and by the time Ted finished with the phone call, he saw that the old man was asleep in the lounge chair.

Ted went up to his bedroom to get some clothes on, but he only had time pull on bikini briefs before he heard a knock on the door.

The policeman on the porch did a double take in seeing that Ted was nearly naked when he answered the door, but Ted notice that the sexy-looking blond guy who couldn’t be more than twenty who was there too didn’t flinch. He did, though, give Ted a look that Ted was quite familiar with in his life of cruising. With luck, this was the grandson and he was a player. He did, as his grandfather had claimed, come out a great looker.

“Sorry, sir. I’m Gene Gaugh. Sorry for the trouble, and thanks for taking my grandfather in.”

Bingo, Ted thought.

“I brought some clothes for him to wear home,” the great looker grandson continued. He stepped forward and held out a short pile of folded clothes. Ted instinctively took them. In the exchange their fingers touched, and Ted felt a surge of electricity go through him. A look at the beautiful young man, dark and sultry, made Ted think the same surge had gone through him. Ted was a magnet for young guys like this who had a preference for other guys, and once they’d been with Ted, they kept coming back to him. The young man was wearing just athletic shorts and a loose athletic T over sneakers without socks, which gave Ted the impression that he’d just thrown on a few clothes to come over here.

What was it the old man had said? Hadn’t he indicated that both he and his grandson frequently went about their house in the nude? Ted would dearly love to see this Gene Gaugh in the nude—and more. The lad really worked his body. Ted didn’t think he was a student—certainly not one at the Academy. More likely he toned his body the old fashioned way—through hard manual work.

They got the old man awake and dressed. As they were leaving, the policeman handing the old man into his cruiser, Gene Gaugh hung back. “I want to thank you again for taking him in and calling. I wish there was something I could do to show my appreciation.”

Of course there is, Ted thought. But that wasn’t what he said. “I’m concerned for him. Would it be too intrusive for me to ask if he had dementia and it’s getting worse?”

“Yes, I’m afraid it is. It’s gone to where I’m going to have to find a facility that can take care of him better than I can. This isn’t the first time he’s gone for a walk when he just meant to go to his room. I’ve always gotten to him before he ran too loose. But I can’t be there all of the time. I have to work.”

“There is something you can do for me, then,” Ted said. “When he’s settled somewhere and you don’t have to watch him so closely, could you come back and let me know he’s taken care of?”

“Because you will worry about whether I found someplace for him?”

“Yes, of course,” Ted said. No, you dummy, he thought. So that you are free to come over here for the night.

“Or I could call you on the phone,” Gene said, still not getting what Ted was suggesting.

“I’d much prefer you come over in person,” Ted said.

On that, it was like a lightbulb went off over the young man’s head. And this was the delicate decision point. Would he or wouldn’t he? Was Ted gauging the young man right? Ted rarely missed his assessment of a young man.

“Yes, of course,” Gene stammered. “I think I’d like that.”

“I think you will too,” Ted answered, with a smile.

 

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Ted had almost forgotten the visit by Gene Gaugh and his grandfather two weeks previously when he heard the knock on the door downstairs. It came as he released into the head of the condom and let loose of the young man’s cock and balls he’d been stroking and squeezing. Randy came almost simultaneously with the Naval Academy instructor. The highly flexible chocolate brown midshipman’s arms had been pulled back around Ted’s waist, with Randy gripping his own ankles, his legs streaming back around Ted’s hips. The lad was arched back like a drawn archery bow, held taut on the front of Ted’s body, as the older man sat on the side of the guestroom bed and pulled the young gymnast on and off his shaft.

They were fucking in the second bedroom of Ted’s Overlook Drive cottage. Ted preferred keeping the master bedroom for his sleep and the second bedroom for sex. He tried to put the guestroom in use nearly every day. He was virile enough to use it several times a day.

“Sir! SIR! God. Shit. You’re a monster. It’s so big!” Randy cried out, as Ted mined his ass channel deep.

“Take it. Open up. Take my cock!”

“YESSS. Oh, fuckin’ shit you’re deep!”

At the sound of the knock, and having released his seed, Ted turned a panting and moaning Randy to his side on the bed, picked up a pair of athletic shorts, and ripped off and tossed the condom in a trashcan on his way down the stairs and to the door. He could see through a front window, though, that it was Gene Gaugh who was knocking, so he didn’t bother to pull the shorts on before answering the door.

Gene sucked in air when he saw a naked Ted in all his glory, still half hard, in the open door.

“Gene,” Ted said, giving the young man a big smile. “Good to see you. Come in. As you can see, I just let it swing at home.”

“You told me to come see you when I’d located my grandfather in a facility.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, I have now. Just came to tell you like you asked me to.”

“Come in. Get comfortable. I’ll get us some beers.”

Gene hesitatingly entered the cottage. In the back of his mind he, of course, knew what he was delivering this information in person at Ted’s cottage, but he wasn’t fully conscious of why he’d come to the man with such a great body and sexual allure.

At the refrigerator, Ted turned and saw that the young man was just standing there. “I said get comfortable. Your granddad said the two of you liked to go naked in the house. We’re in the house. Get naked.”

“Get naked?” Gene said, startled by the bluntness of the man—of the gorgeous hunk of a man. Of the hung, deeply tanned man who, like the man-working-on-the-water Gene was, had distinct tan lines from wearing skimpy Speedos on the water and nothing else. In both of their cases this left a startling contrast in skin tones and focused the attention on the man’s cock and balls. Gene was proud of what he had hanging, but the Ted guy was a hung monster. The effect of how Ted was endowed left men gasping and burbling and their assholes puckering and clutching. Randy was still lying on the guest bed upstairs panting and moaning from how he’d been stretched and used.

“Yes. We’re going to do this naked. Yes, I’m going to fuck you if you don’t turn around and walk out right now. I think you knew that before you came back. I think you want what I’ve got. I know I want to get it inside you.”

Gene didn’t walk out. He stripped, getting comfortable beyond nearly hyperventilating at glances he took of Ted’s magnificent body and engorging shaft. He sat on a sofa. Ted sat down beside him, handing him a beer. Gene took a swig of the beer. Ted put an arm around Gene’s shoulders and grasped the young man’s cock and stroked him with the other one.

“With your granddad relocated, are you going to move on?” Ted asked. “Your granddad said you worked at some sort of marina.”

“Yes, I work at the Dreams Landing Marina,” Gene answered, his voice a little strangled in response to Ted’s hand slow-jacking him. “A good job. I’ll stay in my granddad’s house on Riverview at least as long as he’s living. You never know that he might recover and want to move back into the house. I’ll inherit it, but I haven’t thought about what I’ll do with it later. And, yes, Granddad was right. We do like to go naked in the house.”

“Good. We’ll have time to get naked together a lot,” Ted said, kissing Gene in the hollow of his neck. “It’s more fun to have someone else to do that with.”

“This is more than getting naked together,” Gene said.

“Yes, it is. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“If you’re living nearby and I find I like fucking you, you’ll be there to take my cock a lot. And, as you can see, I’ve got a lot of cock to give.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Gene said, pulling away, rising, and heading to the kitchen with his empty beer can. He’d found the trashcan, when Ted, a solid six-foot-two to Gene’s willowy five-foot-nine, saddled up close behind him and embraced him in his arms. One of Ted’s hands went to worrying the naked young man’s nipples and the other grasped Gene’s cock again and stroked him. The rise in the young man’s erection gave proof to what he wanted.

Gene initially went rigid, but as Ted continued working him with his hands, kissed him in the hollow of his throat, and got his own erection into the young man’s crack and rubbed up and down on Gene’s puckering hole, the young man relaxed in his arms.

“What is it you want from me, Gene?” Ted whispered in the young man’s ear, nibling on the lobe. “Feel me at your hole, Gene. Feel my want for you. What do you want from me, Gene? Tell me what you want. You have to tell me you want it.”

Gene gasped and let out a long, low moan. “Fuck me,” he murmured. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What was that? What do you want?” Ted asked. He gave a low, guttural laugh.

“Fuck me. Screw me. Put it in me and pound me!” Gene cried out.

“Have you seen my boat, Gene? It’s a classic. A 1960 Chris-craft. Beautiful wood. Let’s go for a ride in my boat. It’s under the house here.”

“Boat? Ride? Under the house?” Was he changing the topic? Had the man been teasing him about sex—about fucking him?

No he hadn’t. They weren’t taking the boat out on the river for a ride. Ted rode Gene’s ass, the young man lying inside the boat as it remained docked under the house, his legs hooked on Ted’s shoulders, while Ted knelt between his spread thighs and gave him nearly a foot of ass-splitting cock. And then Ted lay in the boat on his back and Gene rode the cock in a bucking Cowboy.

Ted normally would have taken the young man to his guestroom to fuck him, but Randy was there. Ted trusted Randy would have the good sense to dress and be gone before he and Gene returned to the cottage. But Randy would come back for more. All of Ted’s young men came back for more.

Ride, Gene, ride.

“Screw me hard! Fuck me deep!”

That’s just what naked Ted did, adding another young ass to his list—gaining another conquest on the strength of his magnificent nakedness. Like an ancient Greek mentor, Ted took care of all of his young students’ educational and body conditioning needs. They always came back for more.

Living in A Tale

Some hot tales he read for us the two following days, but I still hadn’t fucked my children. I saw Dick nevertheless writing something in the afternoons on his computer. And one day when the three of us were having an afternoon coffee, he was speaking.

-I’ve written a new tale, again with three protagonists. It’s called The Survivors and now they’re a father and his two children.

Both Frank and I instantly told him that we’d love to star in this tale too. He smiled and told us to go to the living room. Dick and Frank sat on the nearby couch and I sat close to them on an armchair.

-The Smith are a father and his two children. They work in India but they’re travelling on a ship now to Ecuador for they’re on holidays and besides wanting to visit all the best of this country, they have family there, Patrick’s brother, his wife and two children, the Smith sons’ cousins.

-Patrick Smith works as an engineer in Bombay. His eldest son Kyle is the sports teacher in a high school -and that’s you, Frank. In this tale you’re the eldest brother.

-The youngest son is Sean Smith, two years younger than Kyle. He’s studied geology but has not found a job yet related to what he’s studied and so far he works in a grocery.

-The travel soon becomes a nightmare and somewhere in South Pacific it gets shipwrecked fortunately when it is near land. The three Smith are good swimmers and get to a place, beautiful, it seems. They don’t know about the rest of the travellers, the crew and so on.

-They soon went across the place and found out it was a little deserted island, only a few square miles. There’s a river in the midst of the island that they soon christen as The Smith River. It was not Easter Island but probably was an undiscovered island near Chile cause there is also one moai, only one.

Looking for a place to sleep till hopefully one day they can be rescued, they discover a little house on a low part of a tree where they could climb and sleep but prefer not to do it in case it is inhabited after all. It even has a rudimentary ladder that probably an old traveller lost in the island had deftly built from the wood of some trees. In the meantime, they find a little cave where they can sleep their first night.

-The island is fecund with a lot of fruit trees and though they’ve brought of course no gun, they soon learn to build traps to hunt small animals and eat them. Some days later they’re sure there’s no other inhabitants there and start living in the little house on the tree, going up and down that useful ladder.

-But this island is also extremely hot. The only clothes they have is those they were wearing when the shipwreck happened and they are mostly all the time in just their briefs not only cause it’s too hot but also in order not to stain their other clothes.

In that moment Dick started to strip till he was only in briefs and looked at us encouragingly to be like him too, so Frank and I were soon in just our briefs too. The three of us were hard then.

-Patrick is used to seeing both Kyle and Sean always hard and understands them, of course. They’ve already been three months here and they miss sex. He talks to them frequently about this for in the Smith family it is easy to even talk about sex. So one day that Patrick is sitting, say, in the middle of his eldest son Kyle and his youngest son Sean, he simply grabs both his children’s cocks and starts masturbating them.

In that moment I jumped to the couch, sat just between Frank and Dick, and started doing what Patrick was doing.

-You could help each other the way I’m doing to you right now. I understand that you cannot have sex and therefore are always hard, so you could have this relief. This means nothing to me and I can do it more often if you don’t do it to each other.

-And Patrick went on jacking both his children off as he was capable of watching how Kyle and Sean looked at each other and seemed to agree that this was easy and they were willing to do it. Soon Kyle was first to lose the battle and came on his father’s hand -again just what Frank did now -but just one more minute later Sean came too -both of them stained my hand and later I licked my hand filled with both their cums.

-Soon that evening as the three of them are on their house on the tree, Sean tells his father that both of them have jacked each other off and it has been easy and now they intend to do the same to their father, grateful to him for not having got shocked at masturbating both their children and for having taught them this pleasure.

-So Kyle pulls his father’s briefs down his legs and once naked he starts masturbating him. They’re three survivors now and despite being family the three of them can help one another out this way.

-Sean also masturbates his father a little and Patrick says that now they can also be totally nude. After all, today they’ve learnt to be comfortably naked before their relatives and as circumstances had led them to be three savages who needed to survive, it would be easier to spend their time there, before an eventual ship would rescue them, getting their rocks off and having fun and Patrick also suggests his children to try giving each other blowjobs. Maybe it is difficult to do the first time but no doubt they could experience a lot more fun if ever their cocks are sucked. His sons look at each other and seem to agree and that makes Patrick cum, staining now Kyle’s cock -and following the tale, I stained Frank’s dick and again he licked his hand. Dick went on reading.

-Three nights later, Kyle and Sean surprise their father in their tree house when being again totally nude they start to 69 before him and as they’re doing, Sean says.

-You’ve taught us to be savages comfortable with one another and now we have a different kind of liberty and new rules and what matters is that as far as we have to live here, we’re not bored and having sex with each other can be funny -of course both Frank and Dick were then 69ing in my presence but I felt how both of them came soon, so that the tale could progress.

-And that very night in their house tree, Kyle starts sucking his father’s cock, to which Patrick responds doing the same and he and his eldest son start 69ing now -that’s of course what Frank and I started doing- but it’s a short 69 before Sean and Patrick decide to do the same -wonderful second 69 I had then with Dick. -And they both cum.

-Patrick asks his children whether they have fucked somebody up her or his ass and both of them answer they never have so he suggests them to also try. It’s obvious both of them would love to fuck his brother or maybe even their father but wouldn’t like being fucked in the ass, especially Kyle. Sean would clearly allow his brother to fuck him if that way he can also have an ass to fuck next.

-But one day that Sean is swimming in the Smith River, Kyle approaches his father near their house tree and tells him.

-Fuck me, dad. It’s true that I want to fuck Sean and it’s true I was frightened of his fucking my ass, but it is because I really love him and I mean that maybe I’m in love with Sean, dad..

In that moment Patrick kissed Kyle’s lips fondly.

-But the fear I have is that I cannot stand the pain and maybe I have to ask him to stop, but that will not happen if I’m previously opened up so that Sean can fuck me later. So do it, please.

In that moment Frank got on all fours and asked me to fuck him. I still couldn’t believe I was really gonna fuck one of my children. But that’s what I started doing, knowing that contrary to my fictitious son Kyle, Frank had already been opened up and he probably desired being fucked by his actual father as I desired fucking him.

-But for Sean it seems easier than he could have expected. Whether reality or pretending, he’s so determined to give his ass next to his brother that he resists any pain he can be feeling and just shows Patrick utter fun. His father is not sure that his son is not feeling pain but goes on, determined to give his children anything they’re asking him and maybe this way he can help them become a couple.

-They’re fucking quietly for ten minutes when suddenly they see Sean coming back from swimming and surprising his father fucking his brother. He cheers them to continue and even tells Patrick that he would also like to be fucked next. Hearing him, Kyle breaks down and tells his brother.

-I’m doing this because I love you, Sean.

-I never told you, Kyle but I also love you.

-Hearing his children’s engagement, Patrick has his first cum later in one of his sons’ asses. But just when he takes his cock out of Kyle’s ass, Sean gets on all fours and screams.

-And now me, dad.

-Please call me Patrick, both of you.

-And after now, please both of you call me Lionel.

-And now Patrick is ready to fuck Sean for the first time in his young life, but knowing both their children want to live the pain with another dick different from that of his brother, Patrick fucks his youngest son now with more security.

Fucking Dick up his ass was as hot as having fucked his brother first and I knew after now the three of us would fuck one another many more times, usually following Dick’s tales, but not necessarily. And as I was fucking Dick, they both seemed to agree to talk at the same time.

-Dad, I love Frank.

-Dad, I love Dick.

So now my children were engaged just as Kyle and Sean were engaged too.

-This second fuck takes a shorter time now for Sean is eager for his brother boyfriend and he to fuck each other. No sooner Patrick cums in Sean’s ass, Sean with no pause asks Kyle to fuck him next.

And once again I was gifted the show of watching Frank fucking Dick as Kyle was fucking Sean. They were twenty minutes of voyeur fun for me after which I was lucky to see now Dick fucking Frank as Sean was fucking Kyle.

-And after now -Dick continued reading- they uninhibitedly fuck one another and blow one another, always Sean and Kyle being a couple but always including Patrick in their sex.

-And thus they live for one more months till they are finally rescued by a ship going to India, so they return to their country and never reached Ecuador.

-And that’s the end, dad. And just the same as Kyle and Sean will always live as a couple, now Frank and I will also be a couple after now.

I had been living in a tale for some days, or living in tales. There would come many more, but as I have already said, the three of us would always continue to have sex with one another. They even invited me to their bed. I agreed on the condition that it was only one day a week and I sleep with them on Sundays and the three of them have sex in bed then.

Ten years later, both my sons continue to be a couple, always with Lionel’s blessing, for now they usually call me Lionel when at home. And the fact that ten years later they call me to their bed once a week, still keeps me astonished.

Even as I try to describe his domination of me I can’t. Buried under him as I was I could only recall by sensation the impact of his pinning combination. His knees and shins shifting on my arms my chest and my neck. His crotch balls and ass on my face.

I felt his weight shift and his ass smother my face. The smell of his sweat and testosterone filled my lungs. I could feel his balls over my mouth as he sat on me. I struggled to breathe, my nostrils flaring. His grip tightened as he leaned back, pressing his butt down even harder.

Trapped under the erotic heaviness of his ass and balls I was at his mercy. There was no torturous submission lock just a long slow humiliating battle to breathe under him.

I could feel his breathing, heavy and satisfied above me. He was taking his time, enjoying every moment of my struggle. The smothering pressure grew stronger as he leaned back even further.

He took delight at the sight of my hard cock towering and tearing at my joggers fueled by his dominance over me.

Tim chuckled, witnessing the desperate pulse of my erection beneath him. He reached down and gave it a squeeze, his strong hand easily wrapping around the shaft. I let out an uncontrollable growl. He pulled it out over my joggers leaving me bare before him.

Tim need only touch me again and I would orgasm uncontrollably but he had other plans. Mine would be a trial of endurance. How long could I breathe under him erect to breaking point?

He began to rock gently on me, his balls brushing over my mouth and nose. The fabric of his shorts was soaked with his sweat and mine, creating a wet barrier that clung to my skin. Each movement sent a fresh wave of his musky scent into my nostrils, and I had to fight the urge to lick and suck at him.

The atmosphere was thick with him. It was his bedroom his den, his dirty socks and trainers on the floor near his laundry bag, and his sweaty ass on me. Each breath drew more of him into me until I felt part of him.

I tasted him, smelt him, felt him everywhere. The wet heat of his ass and his balls pressed against my lips, and I couldn’t help but moan around his cock. I heard him draw up his spit and felt a thick lump of hit my cock causing me to froth precum.

The fight to breathe grew more intense as he played with me, his weight moving back and forth, his cock and balls smearing across my face with every rock. I felt the pressure build in my lungs, the excitement setting in, as I fought exhaustion.

He spat another lump at me. It felt thick and creamy as it hit and melded with my precum. Tim spat out another two loads enough to flood the tip of my cock and cause me to jolt.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice gruff with lust. “I own you.” I lost control and fell into a dizzying orgasm. The explosion of sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It began deep in my core and surged through my body, setting every nerve alight with electric ecstasy. My back arched, my hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and I felt a warm rush as semen spurted out of me. It was a powerful release, a testament to the depth of Tim’s control over me.

My body shuddered and trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I could feel the sticky wetness of my orgasm against my stomach and chest. Tim’s grip tightened even more, his weight seeming to double as he leaned into me, grinding his ass against my face with each contraction of my cock.

His heat on my face grew almost unbearable, but instead of panic, a strange sense of euphoria washed over me. The air grew thinner, my vision swam, and all I could focus on was the sound of his deep, satisfied breaths and the feeling of his body moving on me.

My cum rushed out again and again, painting my belly with every pulse. Each spurt was a declaration of his power over me. He didn’t let up, his ass planted firmly over my mouth and nose, the taste of his sweat and the musky scent of his balls overwhelming my senses. The smother was complete and I was lost in it.

Tim was emptying my seed with his spit and I could feel his own arousal growing as he watched me drain. This was proof of his sexual dominance over me and it thrilled him.

The intensity of my orgasm didn’t fade quickly; it lingered, making it difficult to think straight or move. Each pulse of my cock was matched by the pressure of his ass on my face, which only served to prolong the sensation.

Finally, my energy was spent by him, and the last of my cum was out. Tim lifted himself slightly, allowing me to suck in a deep, desperate breath. His smile was wicked as he surveyed the mess he had made of me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He took his weight off my face, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving. He looked down at my spent body, a smug grin spreading across his face. He knew he had won, and that was all the victory he needed. He slid off me, his sweat-soaked body leaving a warm imprint on me. 

Many people think that New York City (NYC) is the capital of New York State. The first capital was Kingston in 1777. During the American Revolutionary War, the city was burned by the British after the Battle of Saratoga. After Kingston, New York’s legislature convened annually in NYC and Albany. In 1797 the decision was made to establish Albany as its permanent capital. It is the home town of Wilfrid who happens to be the most handsome student at Albany High School. Every girl wants to date him and some guys have a crush on the gorgeous muscular student whom they have seen naked in the locker room and shower area. Medium built, a bit hairy, broad shoulders, firm biceps, pecs and ass, impressive cut dick.

Wilfrid is not only adorable, he is friendly, funny, brilliant in class, the type of son-in-law every mother dreams about. He is known to be a passionate kisser. Girls who have benefited from Wilfrid’s embrace say how they felt giddy, even having butterflies in their stomach. It’s like time stops as your heart rate increases. No student knows that Wilfrid prefers to kiss guys who are older than him, mature men. He gets a chance to do so when coach Harry and him are alone in the locker room.

Wilfrid stays longer than usual in his jockstrap, showing off a fuckingly nice bulge. The coach smiles and congratulates him on his remarkable virility. Wilfrid approaches and kisses Harry on the lips as if it goes without saying. The reaction is mutual and is accompanied by hands gripping the student’s peachy butt. Wilfrid pulls down the coach’s jogging suit and discovers a cock sticking its glans out of a jockstrap stained with sweat, urine and sperm. He kneels down to smell the virile aroma, to bite the already hard veiny purple cock, to extract it completely from the pouch, to suck it greedily. Not a word is exchanged but Harry easily guesses that Wilfrid wants to swallow a rope of man juice. He shoves his rod deeper in the student’s throat and floods it with succulent creamy jizz.

The coach also guesses that, at 17, Wilfrid has not yet fucked a guy or been fucked himself. “I would love to feel you inside me. I have a condom and lube. Do you want to fuck me hard and deep?” This is not the first time that Wilfrid is asked to fuck a guy. The queer kid on the block has often extended such an invitation to him, but he wants to be intimate with a guy older than himself, someone who is his father’s age. The 41-year-old coach meets this condition and his hairy ass is an asset, pun intended. “I would love to shove my rod in your hairy ass!”

Harry sets the stage for a full-blown penetration, encouraging Wilfrid to be rough at times, to use dirty language, to treat him like s slut. A little clumsy at first, the high school student doesn’t take long to thrust his dick like a pro. He digs his claws into the coach’s plump hairy buttocks, reaching a pace that makes Harry moan with pleasure. After screams of pure fullness and just as he is about to explode, Wilfrid pulls out his cock, takes off the condom, and cums all over the crack, hole and balls of a coach floating on cloud nine. He licks his own cum while sticking his tongue in Harry’s ass, a first that he intends to repeat in the near future. He alternates on kissing the coach on the ass hole and on the lips. “This is so fucking tasty!”

After graduating from high school, at 18, Wilfrid gets a job as monitor in a Summer-camp run by the catholic parish where his parents attend mass at Christmas and Easter, sometimes for a marriage or a funeral. The teenager is attracted to the pastor who, for his part, sees in Wilfrid a potential candidate for the priesthood. During a meeting with Father Benedict, Wilfrid feels that he should go straight to the point and tell him that he is not straight.

“The seminary will never accept me, Father, because I’m gay.”

“You will not be the only one who has a preference for men. The superior of St. Joseph’s Seminary and College is homosexual; some theological professors and spiritual directors are also known to be gay. The cardinal-archbishop and the pope who appointed him don’t seem to pay attention to that.”

“I would not be a candidate for pedophilia because I am not attracted to young mans. I prefer men your age, if I may be blunt.”

“I find you very attractive, Wilfrid, and would love to kiss you.”

As you can imagine, this leads to a scene full of caressing, kissing, licking, sucking, rimming and fucking. In a letter to the superior of St. Joseph’s Seminary and College, Father Benedict highly recommends Wilfrid to the priesthood, adding a note on his “special assets”.

* * *

After four years at the college level and four more years of study at the seminary, Wilfrid is 25 when he is ordained a priest. The archbishop appoints him assistant-pastor in a rough and dangerous parish of New York. Located in the Bronx, Hunts Point is one of the worst parts of NYC due to street gangs, prostitution and drug issues that run rampant in the area. Your chance of being a victim in Hunts Point is about 1 in 22. The archdiocese strongly suggests a self-defence course to the young Father Wilfrid. His trainer is an ex-wrestler and a bodybuilder who has spent all his adult life worshipping muscles, cock and ass. He is also a masseur who knows how to knead a man’s body and trigger a hard-on; each session ends with a blowjob or ass fucking, often both.

Just before Easter, Father Wilfrid is busy hearing confessions. Nelson, a mature man kneels down:

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“How long since your last confession?”

“……… I-I don’t remember.”

“What are your sins, my Son?”

“I’ve engaged in sloth and gluttony, eating and drinking, showing no regard for my body…”

“Go on…”

“I’ve been vain and wasteful in my ways, Father; I’ve used my time in intrigue and useless diversions… I’ve toyed with emotions including my own, I’ve kept silent when I should have spoken, stood idle when I should have intervened… and I’ve pursued pleasure for pleasure’s sake, receiving nothing but hollowness… and I… I…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve done the dirty…”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean, Father…”

“You mean self pleasure?”

“Uhh… that too, Father, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Can you be more precise?”

“I’ve lest men like you fuck me many times, hard and deep, stretching my shit hole like you can not imagine! Sorry, Father, I got carried away, but believe me, fist-fucking is so damn hot!”

“Do you repent, my Son?”

“I do, Father… it seems as though I feel a hole in my heart.”

“That which you seek is not on the outside pleasures that the world provides, but in the fountain of happiness that springs from a clean conscience. You must pray as an act of penance, and participate in communion. Come and see me tonight and I will give you the most holy communion!”

“Yes, I will.”

“Very well, I absolve thee in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit…”

“Amen.”

It is almost 10 p.m. when Nelson, dressed in leather, finally shows up at the rectory; the pastor is away for two weeks. Father Wilfrid is wearing tight faded blues jeans and a black t-shirt with a roman collar. He welcomes Nelson with a warm hug, then kisses him on the mouth. Both get aroused in no time. “I am the representative of God in this room, Nelson. My cock hard as rock is a symbol of our Almighty Father’s strength and power. I need to face-fuck you so that you can swallow God’s seed. That is the most holy communion.” The mix of leather and denim excites the two men who caress each other voluptuously. Father Wilfrid pulls out his almost stiff dick and positions himself to slap it on Nelson’s face. The young priest loves it when a man licks his cock like a lolipop. Once it’s fully hard, he shoves his dagger in Nelson’s mouth and throat; he makes him choke on a holy boner. The in-and out movement leads to an explosion of jizz swallowed greedily by a hungry mature man.

“Time for ass-fucking now, Nelson, so that your body can feel God inside its divine hole. My dick is the most holy instrument of penetration.” On that note, and with the help of sanctified lube, Father Wilfrid first fingers Nelson’s ass hole, then inserts the full 8 inches of meat to fill the awesome trunk with warm creamy junk. The pounding doesn’t take more than four minutes to reach a new explosion. “I also want to have communion; you will felch out my seed so that I can swallow the purest nectar on Earth, and share it with you in a deep French-kiss.”

Nelson is now totally on Father Wilfrid’s side. The assistant pastor knows that his new fuck buddy is involved with street gangs, prostitution and drugs. In less than a year, he convinces him to reduce the rate of victims in Hunts Point from about 1 in 22 to almost 1 in 42. The role played by the young vicar reaches the ear of the archbishop who promises to one day appoint him full parish priest. “We badly need such instruments of God,” he says to himself.

Nelson sees that Wilfrid’s instrument is always hard and juicy, powerful and penetrating.