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  • AsianTitanBull v Alex GoldenBoy Ulrich

    Chapter Eight

    Defilement of the Pretty Boi

    The TV monitors in the Queens Arena had come to life after BlackAlpha had departed with his fellow Squad Members.  The AsianTitanBull had disentangled himself from the ropes.  He retrieved his Championship belt and slowly rolled out of the ring.  The Champ had been humiliated by the Ebony Heel and was already plotting his revenge.  And he had a few things to clear up with TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson.

    The Queens crowd watched the monitors.  Alex Ulrich’s muscled body—naked and apparently still dripping the Champ’s cum load from his hole—was suspended from a ceiling in an empty ring.  His 48” smooth pecs glistened in a spotlight.  Light brown hair curls streaked with golden highlights still framed his boyish face.  Ulrich’s wrists were raised above his head and shackled to restraints hanging from meat hooks in the ceiling.  

    The GoldenBitch’s creamy white bubble butt was on full display.  His small soft cock dangled downward.  His body swayed right and left.  He was whimpering but the sound was muffled by a ball gag.  The silver-haired promoter Dandy Dawson stood close by, admiring his handiwork.  His silver Speedo was again tenting, aroused as he was by Alex’s plight.

    “Your days as the GoldenBoy aka GoldenBitch are over!” Dawson pronounced, to the cheers of the Queens fans.  He was holding two paint spray cans.  As Ulrich’s body twisted in his direction, Dawson raised both cans and began spraying iron-colored paint.  It was a dull, gray color.  He hit Alex’s light brown curls with blonde highlights first then the wrestler’s Pretty Boi face, covering his painted golden mask in gray.  Dawson continued spraying, covering Ulrich’s sculpted muscled body in gray paint from head to toe, wiping away the last vestiges of anything golden.

    Dawson moved to a duffel bag in the corner and retrieved an iron butt plug with a fat tip.  He pressed a button on the side and it began vibrating.  He approached Alex who was moaning through his ball gag.  He reached his hand deep into Ulrich’s ass crack.  Spreading his cheeks, Dandy smirked “Let’s plug you up, Bitch!”  He pressed the tip of the metal plug against Ulrich’s pucker then pushed it into his hole.  Alex groaned loudly—“OHHHHHHH!”—as the vibrating plug began pulsing inside his canal.  Within seconds, his smallish cock responded.  It rose and became fully erected at just over five inches.

    Dawson went again to the duffel bag and this time pulled out a large utility belt.  It wasn’t just any utility belt.  It was a dull gray color to match Ulrich’s freshly painted body.  On the front of the belt was the mould of a rubber dildo, about five to six inches long.  The rest of the belt’s material was also rubber so it would act as a large rubber band, once wrapped tightly around Alex’s narrow waist. 

    Without Dawson having to ask, Alex’s body was slowly lowered from the meat hooks in the ceiling until his bare feet touched the canvas.  Dandy approached Ulrich and wrapped the belt around his waist.  He inserted Ulrich’s hard cock into the cock mould at the front of the belt.  He ran another rubber strap from the back of the belt between Alex’s ass cheeks and up to the front.  Dawson attached the strap around Alex’s smooth nuts.  With a snort, he pulled upward on the strap in back making sure Ulrich’s ass crack was flossed by the wedgie.  The Queens fans cheered the Pretty Boi’s predicament.

    After admiring Ulrich’s humiliating position, Dawson yelled “Send down the sling!”  Sure enough, a black leather and metal sling slowly descended from the ceiling until it arrived next to the GrayBitch’s body.  The crowd collectively gasped when the fans realized the sling was not empty.  In it lay an inflatable doll with legs raised and spread and arms shackled.  The doll wore a golden latex singlet and resembled Alex Ulrich.  The doll’s pouch even showed the nub of a smallish cut cock, just like that of the GrayBitch.

    Dandy smirked and unhooked Alex’s wrists from the restraints.  “Now, Bitch, I want you to fuck yourself!” the promoter ordered.  Ulrich’s ass still pulsed with the vibrating plug.  Suddenly his cock felt vibrations.  The rubber cock mould massaged his hard manhood. 

    Almost as if in a daze, the GrayBitch staggered over to the sling and stepped between the spread legs of the inflatable doll.  He shoved his strap-on into the doll’s plastic hole.  Grasping the metal chains of the sling, Ulrich began wildly thrusting into the plastic imitation  of himself—BANG!  BANG!  BANG!—well and truly fucking the plastic imitation of the GoldenBoy.  His real cock was hard as a rock inside the rubber mould and pre-cum began to fill the mould.  His prostate was on fire from the vibrating iron metal butt plug.  BANG!  BANG!  BANG!

    Dawson fished out his erect 7.5” cut cock.  He moved behind Ulrich and dug out the rubber strap from his luscious ass cheeks.  He reached inside his thrusting butt and removed the vibrating plug.  Then holding onto Alex’s shoulders, the silver-haired promoter buried his perfect cock inside Ulrich’s wet hole, completing the fuck train.  Ulrich grunted as he felt Dandy’s throbbing manhood enter his body.  But he continued to thrust forward, pummeling his lookalike in the sling.  “That’s it, FuckBoy, Fuck Yourself…Fuck Yourself Good!” yelled Dawson as he drilled the GrayBitch over and over, moving in tandem with Alex’s thrusts.

    Finally, the vibrations in the cock mould were too much for Ulrich.  He climaxed, shooting his load into the mould while collapsing on the plastic doll.  Dawson felt Ulrich’s body shudder and he went over the edge unloading the biggest load of his life in his slave’s chute.  He spasmed and collapsed on top of Ulrich’s back with his hard cock still buried deep inside the pathetic loser.  The Queens fans were on their feet applauding the scene on the TV monitors.

    Dawson was the first to rise back up.  His cock still dripped cum.  He wrapped his right arm around Ulrich’s throat and yanked him upwards as well.  Alex’s arms flailed for a few moments but the sleeper hold was too much for his spent body.  He was soon asleep on the canvass.  Dawson went to his duffel bag again.  He pulled out a black neoprene mask and a sleeping sack of the same material.  “Gonna put you where you belong, Bitch,” he said.

    It took some doing but in a matter of minutes Dawson had covered Alex’s entire head and face with the black mask and had stuffed his muscled body inside the sleeping sack.  He took his time tightening the 20 or so cinches of the sack until Ulrich was tightly encased in it.  Dandy then opened a front zipper and pulled out Alex’s flaccid cock and balls.  He turned Ulrich onto his chest and pulled down the the back zipper.  The promoter’s cum leaked from Alex’s hole.  Finding the iron butt plug once more, Dawson jammed the fat tip inside Ulrich’s exposed canal then zipped up the back.  Soon the plug was vibrating once more, re-awakening the GrayBitch.  He writhed and struggled inside the tight black sack, rolling back and forth on the canvass.  His cock began to harden again as he flopped about on the mat.

    Dawson looked right into the camera as the figure in the black sack struggled behind him.  “And that’s what happens when you fuck the boss.  You wind up fucking defiled!”  As the Queens audience cheered, the arena’s TV monitors slowly faded to black. 

    Memories of Alex Ulrich being forced to fuck himself while he was railed from behind would stick with Tri-State Wrestling Fed fans for a long time, as would the image of Alex struggling in his neoprene sleep sack with only his smallish cock and balls exposed for all to see.  Fortunately, it had all been captured on videotape so fans could stream Alex Ulrich’s defilement at their pleasure.

    Meanwhile….

    The AsianTitanBull let the hot water splash over his leanly muscled body.  He stroked his monster uncut cock with bath gel, getting himself semi-hard.  If Dandy Dawson had stuck around the Queens Arena, Johnny Liu would have exacted revenge on the promoter for having had him train Alex Ulrich.  But instead Liu was to left to ponder his next steps in the TSWF.  He had just been dominated and humiliated by the former Champ and his goons.

    As he calmed down, ATB began to make plans.  He knew Dawson would want him to defend his title against BlackAlpha.  That gave Liu leverage.  He would fight the Ebony Heel only on his own terms—terms that would include making sure BlackAlpha had to wrestle without JackedStud or RedDante being present.  And he would insist on doing a private match at Sal’s gym.  It would be videotaped and Johnny would extract a promise of 50% of the streaming revenues from Dawson.

    As ATB plotted his course, his 12 x 7” cock rose to its full height.  His swollen head protruded from the foreskin and pre-cum spurted onto the shower floor.  He found himself daydreaming about defeating BlackAlpha then impaling the Ebony Heel on his hard cock while holding him tightly in a Full Nelson.  He’d march BlackAlpha to each ring post as he fucked him senseless.  Suddenly, cum detonated upwards from ATB’s cock.

    The End.

  • Play’d

    I Want Him Back 


    Dro’s Point of View: 

    Monday, June 28th, 2004: 

    Northeast, Washington, DC: 

    Its been two weeks since the shit went down with Mark and Aeisha. I haven’t even talked to Mark since that night we fought, or talk to Aeisha and DaShawn. Mark has called and texted me but I didn’t answer the phone. I luv’d, I still luv Mark, but right now I think its best we go our own ways. 

    It was 8:00am, when I woke up and for a minute forgot, that I was at Chris’s house (get ur minds outta the gutter, we’re just friends) and Nikki’s here also, we all hung out last night and since school is out for summer break, we stay’d at Chris’s house last night. Chris and I have been hanging out alot lately though, ever since he called me the night of the fight, Chris is a cool dude, but I’m not ready to be in another relationship, hell I just ended my last one two week ago. 

    When I setup in bed, I noticed that I was alone, both Chris and Nikki were gone. Just has I grabbed my phone to call Nikki, it started to ring, when I looked it was my Mom, (our relationship stil wasn’t the best, but we’re closer then before) . 

    Me: Hi, Mom… Wassup…? 

    (I said as I answered my phone). 

    Mom: Alejandro… Where are…? 

    (Mom asked, hoping I wasn’t out getting back at Mark). 

    Me: I’m at Chris’s house, Nikki and I stay’d here last night, sorry I didn’t call you. 

    (I said as Chris’s bathroom door opened) 

    Mom: Ok, I was just making sure you was okay… 

    (She said as Chris stepped outta the bathroom with nothing but a Blue towel on). 

    Me: I’m find Ma, I’m not doin anythin bad and I well me home later on to day. 

    (I said as I watched Chris walk over to his closet). 

    Mom: Ok… Please be home for Dinner tonight, Melvin’s son Akeem is coming into day and we want you two to meet… Baby I have to go, I love you.. 

    (She said, but I was to busy watch Chris and his sexy as body). 

    Me: Ok and I love you too.. 

    (I said before hanging up, with Chris taken off his towel). 

    I think Chris forgot I was here, until he turned around and saw he on the bed. 


    Mark {Point of View}: 

    I can’t take this shit no more, I need my nigga back, but I can’t blame no one but myself for not having Dro by my side. Dro won’t answers my calls and I hear he been kickin it wit Nikki’s cousin Chris, I know one fuckin thing they better not be fuckin or I’m gonna fuckin kill some fuckin body. Aeisha playin games and won’t let me see our son, she still mad that I chose Dro over her, (she really need to stop playin with me before I take him from her ass). DaShawn’s been M.I.A., when I see that lil’ BITCH I’m gonna fuck him up and that’s real shit. 

    Right now it’s 8:00am and I just pulled up to my boi Bugs’s house. I’ve been friends with Bugs (Alan Wills) since I was a lil ass kid, (shit Bugs, DeQuan and me use to get in so much trouble back then and when DeQuan got down here I knew shit was gonna be fuckin crazy), Bugs’s just moved back to DC two weeks ago, from N.Y. (right when everything went down). I needed to talk to someone and Bugs was always the voice of reason with the three of us back in the day, I knew if anyone could help me get Dro back. I haven’t seen Bugs in a minute, I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open the door. When Bugs opened the door I was shocked when I saw him, I don’t ever remember Bugs being this damn sexy. 

    Alan Davon Wills is 24y.o. Dominican, Egyptian and African-American. Bugs has a Sandy Brown skin complexion, short Black hair (cut close) and Hazel eyes. Bugs stands at 6’0″, 136lbs (has a small and slim body), with a 36″ waist, a nice small bubble butt and an 8″ dick. 

    Bugs: What’s Fuck Up, My Nicca…? 

    (He asked as we hug). 

    Me: My Nigga Bugs… I Miss U Nigga.. 

    (I stated as we broke our hug). 

    Bugs: So Wassup… I know somethin ain’t right, I can see it on ur face. 

    (He asked an stated, as we walked into his living room). 

    Me: I fucked up, Bugs…(sighing)… My dude and I fought… 

    (I said as I sat down in one of the chair next to the couch, wit Bugs sittin on the couch). 

    Bugs: Every couple has fights, its how fix them that matters… 

    (He said, before I continued to tell him everythin). 

    Bugs sat there without sayin a word as I told him what happen with Me, Dro, Aeisha and DaShawn. Once I was done Bugs sat there for a minute and not sayin anythin, I didn’t know how to read Bugs right now. 

    Bugs: I don’t think its gonna be easy to get him back… U fucked his best-befriend and u’ve been fuckin his sister since u and him been together and ur the father of her son, his nephew. 

    (He said as shook his head). 

    Me: I know and I will do whatever I have to do to get Dro back. 

    (I stated meaning ever word). 

    Bugs: Dro… What’s his whole name…? 

    (He asked a lil weird). 

    Me: His whole name is Alejandro Maliki Martinez, Jr… He’s from here, but grew up in N.Y., so u might know him.. 

    (I said wonderin why Bugs was actin so fuckin weird know). 

    Bugs: Nigga Do U Not Know, Who Son That Is…? 

    (He said, as he stood up and went into the kitchen). 

    Me: I know his Mom, his brotha Jose and his sister. 

    (I said following Bugs into the kitchen). 

    Bugs: Mark… Dro is Alex Martinez’s son and so is Jose.. 

    (He stated as he took a straight shot of Aboslut). 

    Alex Martinez is one the top drug dealers on the East Coast, this shit isn’t happen right now, but I still feel like.


    Chris {Point of View}: 

    I can believe that this shit happen, I forgot that Alejandro was still laying in my bed, I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even hear him on the phone. Hell its Nikki’s fought that this shit happen, before she left, she told me that she was going to wake Alejandro up and they were gonna leave. 

    I can’t believe Alejandro just sat there and watch me take off my towel and not say anything. After I got dressed in the bathroom, I came out and went and made breakfast for Alejandro and me and then chilled out for the rest of the day. I’m not gonna lie, I loved hanging out Alejandro, I wanted to make him mine, but I knew that wasn’t gonna happen. 

    I knew it was to soon, for me and Alejandro to together and also he wasn’t over Mark. I didn’t wanna just been the rebound, I wanted to always be the one he could turn to, even if I was the one who hurt him, I also want to be Alejandro’s forever. 


    Bugs {Point of View}: 

    I don’t believe this fuckin shit, Mark’s dude is Dro. Fuck, Quan can’t know that Dro was with Mark or even here in DC. Afte the way Quan beat the shit outta Dro, I made a promise to myself to make sure that shit never happen again (it only seem to happen when I wasn’t around or outta town). I can’t let Mark no that Quan is Dro’s ex-dude, Mark would kill Quan. 

    After I told Mark who Dro’s father was, we drank and chilld out at my place for awhile, until later that night, when Mark had to make a run and asked me to go with him. When we get to the spot on the Southside of town, somethin didn’t feel right about this shit and I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to be here. 

    We got outta Mark’s truck and went up to the house and once inside I knew that some shit was about to go down by the why this dude was actin weird as hell. 


    Mark {Point of View}: 

    After chillin at Bugs’s house all day my boi Ty (Tyrone McCary) hit me up sayin that he need some weed, so me and Bugs headed over to the Southside. Bugs was trippin the whole ride over there, sayin he didn’t think it was a good idea to go. Then we get there, go inside and Bugs is still tripping and Ty seemed a lil off, but be always seems a lil off. 

    Tyrone Kameron McCary 19y.o. African-American, Cuban and Native-American. Ty has a Light Honey Brown skin complexion, short Black hair (in a low cut caesar) and Dark Green eyes. Rick stands a 5’11”, 120lbs (he has a nice slim body), with a 20″ waist, a bubble butt and an 8″ dick. 

    Just as I hand Ty the weed, there’s a knock on the front door. Ty goes to get it and just as he reaches the door, it kicked opend and shots are fired. This shit happen so that I didn’t have time to pull out my shit, Ty got hit twice (in the back) and Bugs got hit, that all I remember, and Bugs yellin my name, before I blacked out… 

  • Jake’s Indian Foot Slave

    The Beginning

    Arjun Patel had always been a quiet, unassuming guy. Growing up in Mumbai, he’d learned early on that keeping his head down and doing what was expected of him was the easiest way to navigate life. When he received a scholarship to study at a prestigious university in the United States, he saw it as an opportunity to broaden his horizons and perhaps, finally, find his own path.

    However, when he arrived on campus and met his roommate, Jake Stevens, he quickly realized that his path was going to be heavily influenced by the towering, confident presence of this all-American jock.

    Jake was everything Arjun was not. He was loud, assertive, and carried himself with a natural authority that drew people to him. At first, Arjun was intimidated by Jake. He couldn’t understand why fate had paired them together. Jake was the star quarterback of the university’s football team, and his room was filled with trophies, posters of NFL legends, and an aura of dominance that seemed to pervade every corner.

    From the moment they met, Jake had made it clear who was in charge. “Listen, man,” he said, clapping Arjun on the back with a force that nearly knocked him over. “I run a tight ship here. Just follow my lead, and we’ll get along fine.”

    Arjun nodded meekly, not daring to question Jake’s authority. He fell into a routine quickly, one that felt strangely comforting in its predictability. Arjun did the chores—cleaning the room, doing the laundry, making Jake’s bed—and in return, Jake provided protection, camaraderie, and a sense of belonging that Arjun had never experienced before.

    It didn’t take long for Arjun to realize that he actually enjoyed the arrangement. He found a peculiar satisfaction in serving Jake, in knowing that his actions made Jake’s life easier. There was something about the way Jake would grunt his approval or give him a brief nod of thanks that made Arjun’s heart swell with pride. He relished the structure and the clear delineation of roles.

    One evening, after a particularly grueling football practice, Jake came back to the dorm dripping with sweat and frustration. He tossed his gear on the floor and collapsed on his bed, letting out a heavy sigh. Arjun, who had been tidying up his desk, immediately went over to pick up Jake’s discarded equipment.

    “Rough day?” Arjun asked softly, carefully hanging Jake’s jersey in the closet.

    “Yeah,” Jake muttered, rubbing his temples. “Coach has been riding us hard. We can’t afford to lose this weekend’s game.”

    Arjun nodded sympathetically. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    Jake looked at him for a moment, a strange expression crossing his face. “You know, Arjun, you’re always so eager to help out. Why is that?”

    Arjun hesitated, unsure how to articulate his feelings. “I just… I like making things easier for you. It makes me feel useful.”

    Jake chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly gentle. “You really are something else, man.” He reached out and ruffled Arjun’s hair affectionately. “Alright, since you insist, how about a back massage? My muscles are killing me.”

    Arjun’s eyes lit up. “Of course, Jake. Anything you need.”

    He knelt on the floor, positioning himself behind Jake, who had turned over onto his stomach. Arjun’s hands worked diligently, kneading the knots out of Jake’s broad back. As he massaged, he felt a deep sense of contentment. This was where he belonged, at Jake’s side, making sure everything was perfect.

    From that night on, their dynamic evolved further. Arjun found himself spending more and more time on all fours, tending to Jake’s every need. He cooked for him, cleaned for him, even organized his schedule. And Jake, in turn, provided for Arjun in ways that went beyond mere friendship. He offered protection, guidance, and a strong sense of companionship that Arjun had never known before.

    Their relationship didn’t go unnoticed by their dorm mates. Some found it strange, while others were envious of the bond they shared. But neither Jake nor Arjun cared much about what others thought. They had found a rhythm that worked for them, a balance that brought them both a sense of fulfillment.

    One day, as Arjun was scrubbing the bathroom floor, Jake came in and leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “You know, Arjun,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve never had anyone take care of me the way you do. It’s… nice.”

    Arjun looked up, his eyes shining with devotion. “I’m happy to do it, Jake. You deserve the best.”

    Jake smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Arjun’s heart race. “And you, Arjun, deserve to be appreciated.” He extended a hand and helped Arjun to his feet. “Let’s go out tonight. My treat. You’ve earned it.”

    Arjun’s face lit up with surprise and gratitude. “Thank you, Jake. I’d love that.”

    That night, they went out to a local restaurant, laughing and talking like old friends. For the first time, Arjun felt truly seen and valued. As they walked back to the dorm, Jake draped an arm around Arjun’s shoulders, pulling him close.

    “You know, Arjun,” Jake said softly, “I may be the alpha in this relationship, but I couldn’t do it without you. You’re my rock.”

    Arjun felt a lump in his throat and simply nodded, unable to find the words to express his feelings. In that moment, he realized that their bond was more than just a dynamic of dominance and submission. It was a partnership built on mutual respect, care, and an unspoken understanding that they were better together than apart.

    As they settled back into their dorm room that night, Arjun knew that he had found something special. He may have started out as a submissive, eager to please and afraid to assert himself, but with Jake, he had found his place. A place where he was valued, respected, and above all, loved.

    The foot Massage

    It was a Friday night, and the campus was buzzing with the usual end-of-week festivities. Jake had gone out with his football buddies to celebrate a big win, leaving Arjun alone in their dorm room. Arjun didn’t mind; he preferred the quiet and used the time to clean and organize their shared space. He meticulously arranged Jake’s trophies, cleaned the bathroom, and even made sure Jake’s bed was freshly made.

    Around midnight, Arjun heard the unmistakable sound of Jake’s heavy footsteps stumbling down the hallway. The door burst open, and Jake staggered in, reeking of alcohol and visibly unsteady on his feet. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with a volatile edge that made Arjun’s heart race with apprehension.

    “Arjun!” Jake slurred, his voice louder than usual. “Get over here.”

    Arjun quickly put down the book he was reading and hurried to Jake’s side. “Yes, Jake?”

    Jake’s eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was one of irritation. “I need… I need you to do something for me,” he muttered, collapsing onto his bed and kicking off his shoes with a grunt.

    “What do you need?” Arjun asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

    Jake leaned back, stretching his legs out. “My feet are killing me. Massage them. Now.”

    Arjun hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Jake’s brusque demand. But he nodded, reminding himself that this was just Jake’s drunken state talking. He knelt down on the floor, gently lifting Jake’s foot into his lap.

    As Arjun began to massage Jake’s foot, he felt the tension in the air. Jake’s normally relaxed and friendly demeanor was replaced by an aggressive edge. Arjun worked carefully, his fingers kneading the arches of Jake’s feet, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.

    Jake let out a long sigh, his body relaxing slightly under Arjun’s touch. “You know, Arjun,” he mumbled, his words slurring together, “you’re lucky to have me. Most guys wouldn’t put up with someone like you.”

    Arjun swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sting of Jake’s words. “I know, Jake. I’m grateful.”

    Jake’s foot twitched, and he shifted, his eyes narrowing. “Do you really? Sometimes I wonder if you just like being my little servant.”

    Arjun felt a lump form in his throat, but he didn’t stop massaging. “I do like helping you, Jake. It makes me happy.”

    Jake snorted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable. You’re here because I let you be here. Remember that.”

    Arjun nodded, his eyes focused on Jake’s foot. “I understand.”

    For a moment, there was silence. Then, Jake’s demeanor softened just a fraction. “You do good work, Arjun,” he said, almost grudgingly. “Better than anyone else could.”

    Arjun looked up, meeting Jake’s gaze. “Thank you, Jake. That means a lot.”

    Jake sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillows. “Just… don’t mess up, alright? I need you to keep things in order.”

    “I won’t, Jake. I promise,” Arjun replied, continuing to massage Jake’s feet with careful precision.

    As the minutes passed, Jake’s aggressive edge seemed to dissipate, replaced by a weary exhaustion. Arjun’s steady hands worked their magic, easing the tension from Jake’s muscles. Eventually, Jake’s breathing evened out, and he drifted off to sleep.

    Arjun stayed there for a while longer, ensuring that Jake was comfortable before gently placing his foot back on the bed. He stood up, his knees aching from the prolonged kneeling, and quietly tidied up the room once more.

    As he looked at Jake’s sleeping form, Arjun felt a mixture of emotions. He knew Jake’s harsh words were fueled by alcohol and stress, but they still stung. Despite that, Arjun couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of loyalty and affection for the man who had become such a central part of his life.

    Arjun dimmed the lights and slipped into his own bed, hoping that tomorrow would bring back the Jake he knew—the Jake who appreciated his efforts and treated him with respect. As he closed his eyes, he silently vowed to continue being the best roommate he could be, finding solace in the routine and the role he had come to embrace.

    Footrest for friends

    One Saturday afternoon, the dorm was unusually quiet as most students had gone home for the weekend. Arjun was tidying up the room when Jake burst in, followed by a couple of his football buddies, Ryan and Mark. They were laughing and joking loudly, clearly in high spirits after a rigorous morning practice.

    “Hey, Arjun,” Jake called out, his voice booming in the small space. “Come here for a second.”

    Arjun put down the vacuum cleaner and hurried over, a polite smile on his face. “Yes, Jake?”

    Jake flopped onto his bed, spreading out comfortably. “So, my buddies and I were thinking about having a little fun. You up for it?”

    Arjun nodded without hesitation. “Of course, Jake. What do you need?”

    Jake grinned mischievously. “We’re gonna be watching the game here, and my feet are killing me. I thought you could be a good footrest for a while. How does that sound?”

    Arjun’s heart skipped a beat. While it was an unusual request, he was used to Jake’s dominance and was willing to do anything to make him happy. “Sure, Jake,” he said quietly, glancing at Ryan and Mark, who were watching the exchange with amused interest.

    “Awesome,” Jake said, patting the floor by his bed. “Just get down here, and we’ll get started.”

    Arjun obediently knelt by Jake’s bed, positioning himself on all fours. Jake swung his legs over the side, resting his feet squarely on Arjun’s back. Ryan and Mark chuckled, clearly entertained by the sight.

    “This is the life,” Jake sighed, leaning back against his pillows. “You guys should try it sometime. Arjun here is the best at making you feel like a king.”

    Ryan and Mark exchanged glances, smirking. “Maybe next time,” Mark said, settling into a chair and propping his feet up on the desk.

    The game began, and the room filled with the sounds of commentators and cheering crowds. Arjun remained perfectly still, feeling the weight of Jake’s feet pressing down on him. His muscles ached, but he found a strange sense of contentment in his role. This was where he belonged, serving Jake and his friends in whatever way he could.

    As the game progressed, Jake occasionally shifted his feet, causing Arjun to readjust his position to maintain balance. Despite the discomfort, Arjun stayed silent, his focus entirely on providing a stable platform for Jake.

    After a while, Ryan stretched and glanced over at Arjun. “Man, Jake, you really got yourself a dedicated guy here. Doesn’t he ever complain?”

    Jake shook his head, a note of pride in his voice. “Nah, Arjun’s the best. He knows his place and he loves it.”

    Arjun felt a flush of pride at Jake’s words, even as his back began to protest the prolonged strain. He didn’t mind the pain; the praise and approval from Jake were worth it.

    The game dragged on, and eventually, Jake’s feet grew restless. “Alright, Arjun, you can take a break,” he said, lifting his feet off Arjun’s back.

    Arjun sat back on his heels, wincing slightly as he stretched his stiff muscles. “Thank you, Jake,” he said softly.

    Jake gave him a nod of acknowledgment. “Good job, man. You did great.”

    Ryan and Mark stood up, stretching and preparing to leave. “Thanks for the hospitality, Jake,” Ryan said, clapping him on the shoulder. “And you too, Arjun. You really are something else.”

    Arjun gave them a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

    As Ryan and Mark left the room, Jake looked down at Arjun, who was still kneeling on the floor. “You alright, buddy?”

    Arjun nodded. “Yes, Jake. I’m fine.”

    Jake’s expression softened. “You know, you don’t have to do stuff like that if you don’t want to.”

    Arjun shook his head. “I don’t mind, Jake. I like making you happy.”

    Jake reached out and ruffled Arjun’s hair affectionately. “You’re one of a kind, Arjun. Thanks for always being there.”

    Arjun felt a surge of warmth at Jake’s words. “It’s my pleasure, Jake. Always.”

    As Jake settled back onto his bed to watch the post-game analysis, Arjun resumed his chores, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew that his devotion to Jake might seem strange to others, but for him, it was a source of pride and purpose. In serving Jake, he had found his own form of happiness.

    Brother wants a dog

    One crisp autumn afternoon, Jake’s younger brother, Alex, visited the campus. Alex had always looked up to Jake, idolizing his older brother’s strength and confidence. The visit was meant to give Alex a taste of college life and strengthen the bond between the two siblings. Arjun, of course, was there to ensure everything went smoothly.

    As soon as Alex arrived, Jake introduced him to Arjun. “This is my roommate, Arjun,” Jake said, clapping a hand on Arjun’s shoulder. “He’s a great guy. Helps me out a lot.”

    Arjun smiled warmly at Alex. “Nice to meet you, Alex. Welcome to our dorm.”

    Alex grinned. “Nice to meet you too, Arjun. Jake’s told me a lot about you.”

    Jake looked at Arjun with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hey, Arjun, why don’t you show Alex how loyal you are?”

    Arjun’s heart skipped a beat, but he nodded without hesitation. “Of course, Jake. What do you need?”

    Jake glanced around the room, then pointed to a spot near his bed. “Get down on all fours, like a loyal dog.”

    Arjun felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He knew Jake sometimes liked to test his limits, especially when showing off for others. But he trusted Jake and wanted to make him proud, so he dropped to his hands and knees without a word.

    Alex watched, wide-eyed and curious. “Seriously? You do this for Jake?”

    Arjun nodded from his position on the floor. “Yes, Alex. I’m happy to.”

    Jake smirked and patted Arjun’s head. “Good boy, Arjun. Now, let’s see how good you are at fetching.”

    Jake picked up a small rubber ball from his desk and tossed it across the room. “Fetch, Arjun!”

    Arjun crawled quickly across the room, retrieving the ball with his mouth and bringing it back to Jake. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and pride as he dropped the ball at Jake’s feet, looking up at him expectantly.

    Alex laughed, clearly entertained. “Wow, Jake, you’ve really got him trained.”

    Jake nodded, a proud smile on his face. “Yep. Arjun’s the best. He’s always willing to do whatever it takes to help out.”

    Jake threw the ball again, and Arjun dutifully fetched it, bringing it back each time. Alex joined in, taking turns throwing the ball and giving Arjun commands. “Sit,” Alex would say, and Arjun would obediently sit back on his heels, waiting for the next command.

    As the afternoon went on, the playful game continued, with Arjun following every command without hesitation. Despite the odd looks from a few passersby who saw through the open door, Arjun felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He was making Jake happy, and that was all that mattered.

    Eventually, Jake decided to take the game up a notch. He grabbed a piece of beef jerky from his snack stash and held it above Arjun’s head. “Beg,” he commanded.

    Arjun rose onto his knees, raising his hands in a begging motion. Jake and Alex both laughed, clearly amused. Jake finally gave him the jerky, which Arjun accepted gratefully, feeling the warmth of their approval wash over him.

    As the evening approached, Jake and Alex settled down to watch a movie. Jake gestured for Arjun to sit by his feet, and Arjun complied, resting on his knees beside the couch. Jake absently petted Arjun’s head as they watched the film, a gesture that felt oddly comforting.

    During a quiet moment in the movie, Alex turned to Jake and whispered, “Do you always treat Arjun like this?”

    Jake shrugged. “Sometimes. He likes it, though. Don’t you, Arjun?”

    Arjun looked up, meeting Jake’s eyes. “Yes, Jake. I like making you happy.”

    Alex shook his head, still somewhat in disbelief. “You’re a good guy, Arjun. I can see why Jake trusts you so much.”

    Arjun smiled softly. “Thank you, Alex. That means a lot.”

    As the night drew to a close, Alex prepared to leave. He turned to Arjun and offered a handshake. “Thanks for playing along today, Arjun. It was fun.”

    Arjun shook Alex’s hand, nodding. “Anytime, Alex. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

    After Alex left, Jake turned to Arjun, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You did great today, Arjun. Thanks for being such a good sport.”

    Arjun looked up at Jake, his eyes filled with loyalty and devotion. “Anything for you, Jake. You know that.”

    Jake reached down and helped Arjun to his feet, giving him a rare, genuine smile. “Yeah, I do. And I appreciate it more than you know.”

    As they settled back into their usual routine, Arjun felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He had once again proven his loyalty to Jake, and in doing so, had strengthened the bond between them. It wasn’t always easy, but for Arjun, nothing was more rewarding than seeing Jake happy and knowing he had played a part in it.

    Drunk Jake

    It was late on a Saturday night when Jake stumbled back into the dorm, the heavy scent of alcohol wafting off him. Arjun, who had been studying at his desk, immediately sensed the change in the atmosphere. Jake’s usual confident stride was replaced with an unsteady stagger, and his face bore the telltale signs of a rough night out.

    “Arjun!” Jake’s voice was a slurred bark, filled with a mix of anger and frustration. “Get over here.”

    Arjun quickly stood up, his heart pounding. “Yes, Jake?”

    Jake’s eyes were unfocused, his anger evident. “I had a shit night. I need to relax. You know what to do.”

    Arjun nodded, his throat dry. He knew that Jake’s drunken aggression could be unpredictable, but he also knew how to calm him down. “Of course, Jake. Whatever you need.”

    Jake collapsed onto his bed, kicking off his shoes carelessly. “Start with being my footrest,” he commanded, his voice a growl.

    Arjun dropped to his hands and knees, positioning himself by the side of the bed. Jake swung his legs over, resting his feet heavily on Arjun’s back. The weight was familiar but felt heavier tonight, laden with Jake’s pent-up frustration.

    “Good,” Jake muttered, leaning back. “Don’t move.”

    Arjun stayed perfectly still, his muscles straining under the pressure. He focused on his breathing, trying to remain calm. He could feel the tension in Jake’s body through his feet, a clear sign of his underlying anger.

    After a few minutes, Jake shifted his feet, prodding Arjun’s side with his toes. “Now, act like a loyal dog,” he ordered, a cruel edge to his voice.

    Arjun swallowed hard but nodded. He crawled forward, turning to face Jake with his hands raised like paws. He lowered his head submissively, waiting for Jake’s next command.

    Jake laughed, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down Arjun’s spine. “Beg,” he said, dangling one foot in front of Arjun’s face.

    Arjun rose onto his knees, lifting his hands in a begging motion. He felt the humiliation keenly but reminded himself that this was his way of showing his loyalty to Jake.

    “Good boy,” Jake sneered, pushing his foot closer. “Now, kiss my feet.”

    Arjun’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and devotion. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the top of Jake’s foot with reverence. The taste of sweat and the faint trace of alcohol on Jake’s skin were almost overwhelming, but Arjun kissed with the utmost respect, as if worshiping a deity.

    Jake watched with satisfaction, his anger seeming to ease slightly. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Worship me.”

    Arjun continued kissing Jake’s feet, his movements slow and deliberate. Each kiss was an act of submission, a silent pledge of his loyalty and devotion. He moved from the top of Jake’s foot to the sole, kissing every inch with a mix of reverence and fear.

    “Don’t stop,” Jake commanded, his voice softer but still demanding.

    Arjun obeyed, kissing Jake’s feet with increasing fervor. He could feel the tension in Jake’s body gradually dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm. It was a small victory, knowing he could bring Jake some measure of peace even in his drunken state.

    After what felt like an eternity, Jake finally sighed and pulled his feet away. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice weary.

    Arjun sat back on his heels, looking up at Jake with a mix of relief and concern. “Are you feeling better, Jake?”

    Jake nodded slowly, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Yeah. Thanks, Arjun.”

    Arjun offered a small, reassuring smile. “I’m always here for you, Jake.”

    Jake lay back on his bed, closing his eyes. “I know. And I appreciate it.”

    As Jake drifted off to sleep, Arjun quietly tidied up the room, making sure everything was in order for the morning. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing he had once again been able to help Jake through a difficult moment.

    Before turning in for the night, Arjun glanced at Jake, who was now sleeping peacefully. Despite the harsh treatment, Arjun felt a profound sense of loyalty and devotion. He knew his place and embraced it, finding comfort in his role as Jake’s unwavering support.

    Camping trip with brother

    Jake and his brother Alex decided to take a break from their hectic schedules and planned a camping trip to their father’s cottage, nestled deep in the woods. They invited Arjun along, knowing his diligent nature would ensure a smooth and enjoyable experience for everyone. Arjun was both excited and nervous; this trip was a chance to show his loyalty and dedication to Jake and now, to Alex as well.

    The cottage was a charming, rustic retreat surrounded by towering trees and a clear, glistening lake. As they arrived, the air was filled with the sounds of nature, and Arjun immediately set to work, unloading the car and organizing their gear. Jake and Alex exchanged a knowing glance, appreciating Arjun’s eagerness to help.

    “Alright, Arjun,” Jake said, clapping him on the back. “We’re going to need a fire going soon. Think you can handle that?”

    Arjun nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, Jake. I’ll get right on it.”

    While Arjun gathered firewood and started the fire, Jake and Alex set up the tents and arranged their supplies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fire crackled to life, casting a warm, flickering glow around the campsite.

    “Nice work, Arjun,” Alex said, settling into a camp chair. “Now, how about you cook us something? I’m starving.”

    Arjun smiled. “Sure thing, Alex.” He busied himself with preparing a simple but hearty meal, using the supplies they had brought. He cooked over the open fire, making sure everything was perfectly seasoned and cooked to their liking.

    Jake and Alex watched him work, their conversation light and filled with laughter. Arjun felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing he was contributing to their happiness. When the meal was ready, he served them both, waiting for their approval.

    “This is great, Arjun,” Jake said, taking a bite of his food. “You’re really handy to have around.”

    Alex nodded in agreement. “Yeah, this is delicious. Thanks, Arjun.”

    Arjun beamed with pride. “I’m glad you like it.”

    As the night wore on, they sat around the fire, sharing stories and enjoying the peaceful surroundings. At Jake’s suggestion, Arjun sat by his feet, ready to attend to any needs that might arise. Jake absentmindedly rested his feet on Arjun’s back, while Alex stretched out comfortably, clearly enjoying the evening.

    “Hey, Arjun,” Alex said after a while, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “How about a foot massage? All that hiking today did a number on my feet.”

    Arjun nodded immediately. “Of course, Alex.” He shifted positions, kneeling in front of Alex and taking his feet into his hands. He began to massage them gently, using the skills he had honed over time.

    Jake watched with a smirk. “Alex, you’re going to get spoiled with Arjun around. He’s the best at this.”

    Alex sighed contentedly, leaning back in his chair. “I can see why you keep him around, Jake. He’s amazing.”

    Arjun blushed slightly at the praise but kept his focus on his task, making sure Alex felt completely relaxed. As he worked, he occasionally glanced at Jake, seeking his approval. Jake met his gaze and gave him a subtle nod, which filled Arjun with a warm sense of accomplishment.

    After the massage, Alex patted Arjun on the shoulder. “Thanks, Arjun. That was perfect.”

    “You’re welcome, Alex,” Arjun replied, his voice soft and respectful.

    As the fire died down and the night grew colder, Jake stretched and yawned. “Time to hit the sack, I think. Arjun, make sure everything’s secured for the night, alright?”

    Arjun nodded. “Yes, Jake. I’ll take care of it.”

    While Jake and Alex retreated to their tents, Arjun made sure the fire was properly extinguished and the campsite was tidy. He double-checked that all their supplies were stored safely, then quietly settled into his own sleeping bag outside their tents, ready to respond to any needs during the night.

    The next morning, Arjun woke early to the sound of birds chirping. He immediately began preparing breakfast, ensuring that everything would be ready when Jake and Alex woke up. He brewed coffee, cooked bacon and eggs, and set the table with a flourish.

    Jake emerged from his tent, stretching and yawning. “Morning, Arjun. Smells good.”

    Alex followed shortly after, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, I could get used to this.”

    Arjun smiled, serving them both. “I hope you enjoy it.”

    They ate breakfast with hearty appetites, clearly appreciating Arjun’s efforts. Afterward, they planned a day of fishing and exploring the surrounding woods. Throughout the day, Arjun remained attentive, carrying their gear, fetching water, and ensuring they had everything they needed.

    By the time they returned to the campsite that evening, they were all pleasantly tired. Jake and Alex settled down by the fire once more, while Arjun prepared dinner. After the meal, as they relaxed by the fire, Jake looked at Arjun with a thoughtful expression.

    “Arjun, you’ve been amazing this whole trip,” Jake said. “We really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

    Alex nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we couldn’t have done this without you. Thanks, Arjun.”

    Arjun felt a swell of pride and happiness. “It’s my pleasure, Jake, Alex. I’m happy to help.”

    As the fire crackled and the stars twinkled above, Arjun felt a deep sense of belonging. Serving Jake and Alex, being a part of their lives, brought him a fulfillment he had never known. This camping trip had strengthened their bond, and Arjun knew he would always be there for his alpha masters, ready to serve with unwavering loyalty and devotion.

    The dirty underwear

    One particularly grueling day at the dorm, Jake came back from an intense workout session at the gym. He was drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame. As usual, Arjun was in their shared dorm room, tidying up and organizing their things. He looked up and smiled as Jake entered.

    “Hey, Jake. How was the gym?” Arjun asked, already moving to take Jake’s gym bag from him.

    “Brutal,” Jake replied, dropping the bag on the floor. “I’m exhausted. I need a shower, but first, I need to get out of these clothes.”

    Arjun nodded, ready to assist. “I’ll get your towel and fresh clothes.”

    As Arjun turned to fetch the items, Jake called out with a mischievous grin, “Hey, Arjun, wait a minute.”

    Arjun paused and turned back, seeing Jake’s playful yet commanding expression. “Yes, Jake?”

    Jake pulled off his sweaty T-shirt, tossing it aside, and then stepped out of his gym shorts, leaving only his underwear on. He stood there, looking down at Arjun with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I bet you’ve never smelled anything like this before.”

    Arjun’s heart raced as Jake pulled off his underwear, holding it up by one corner. The fabric was damp with sweat, and the pungent smell was already permeating the air.

    “Come here,” Jake ordered, a teasing edge in his voice.

    Arjun obediently walked over, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Jake dangled the dirty underwear in front of his face, smirking.

    “Smell it,” Jake commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

    Arjun hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, his nose inches from the damp fabric. He inhaled deeply, the acrid scent of Jake’s sweat filling his nostrils. It was overpowering, but Arjun didn’t pull back. He stayed there, his eyes watering slightly from the intensity of the smell.

    Jake threw his head back and laughed, a deep, hearty sound. “Damn, Arjun. You really are something else.”

    Arjun straightened up, trying to keep his expression neutral despite the stinging in his eyes. “Anything for you, Jake.”

    Jake shook his head in amusement, still chuckling. “You know, most people would be disgusted. But not you. You’re really committed.”

    Arjun managed a small smile, feeling a strange sense of pride despite the humiliation. “I just want to make you happy, Jake.”

    Jake tossed the underwear onto his bed and patted Arjun on the back. “You do, man. You really do.”

    As Jake headed to the bathroom for a shower, Arjun took a moment to compose himself. He could still smell the lingering scent of Jake’s sweat, a reminder of his place in Jake’s life. He quickly gathered up Jake’s discarded clothes, putting them in the laundry basket.

    When Jake emerged from the shower, fresh and clean, he found Arjun diligently folding his clean clothes. Jake watched him for a moment before speaking.

    “Hey, Arjun,” Jake said, his tone softer now. “Thanks for putting up with me. I know I can be a bit much sometimes.”

    Arjun looked up, meeting Jake’s gaze. “It’s okay, Jake. I know you mean well. And I really don’t mind.”

    Jake smiled, genuinely this time. “You’re a good friend, Arjun. I appreciate everything you do.”

    Arjun felt a warmth spread through him at Jake’s words. “Thank you, Jake. That means a lot.”

    The rest of the evening passed quietly, with Arjun continuing his chores and Jake relaxing. Despite the strange incident earlier, Arjun felt a sense of satisfaction. He had proven his loyalty once again, and in doing so, had strengthened the bond between him and Jake.

    Arjun walks in on Jake

    It was a humid summer evening, and the dormitory was unusually quiet. Arjun had been running errands all day, picking up groceries and cleaning supplies for the room. He was eager to get back and finish tidying up before Jake returned from his evening run.

    When he finally arrived at the dorm, he quickly started unpacking the groceries, organizing everything meticulously. He noticed Jake’s running shoes and bag near the door, indicating that Jake was back and probably in the shower.

    Arjun had a few things to ask Jake about their plans for the weekend, so without thinking, he made his way to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear the water running. Figuring Jake wouldn’t mind, he gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

    “Jake, I just wanted to—”

    Arjun’s words were cut short as he took in the scene before him. Jake was standing under the hot spray of the shower, completely naked, with soap suds running down his muscular frame. The shock of the intrusion caused Jake to spin around, eyes wide with anger.

    “Arjun! What the hell are you doing?” Jake shouted, his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

    Arjun immediately froze, his face turning crimson. “I-I’m sorry, Jake! I didn’t mean to—”

    “Get out! Now!” Jake’s voice was a mix of fury and embarrassment.

    Arjun quickly backed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. His heart was pounding, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had never seen Jake so angry before, and it rattled him deeply.

    As he stood outside the bathroom, he could hear the water shut off and Jake moving around. He wanted to apologize properly but knew he needed to give Jake some space. He decided to continue with his chores, hoping to distract himself from the overwhelming guilt he felt.

    A few minutes later, Jake emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His expression was still thunderous as he strode over to Arjun, who was nervously folding clothes on his bed.

    “What were you thinking, Arjun? You can’t just walk in on someone like that!” Jake’s voice was sharp, and Arjun flinched.

    “I’m so sorry, Jake,” Arjun stammered. “I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. I just wanted to ask you about our plans for the weekend.”

    Jake glared at him for a moment before running a hand through his wet hair, trying to calm down. “Next time, knock. I don’t care how comfortable we are around each other. There are boundaries.”

    Arjun nodded quickly. “I understand. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

    Jake took a deep breath and sighed, his anger slowly ebbing away. “Alright. Just… be more careful next time.”

    “I will, Jake. I’m really sorry,” Arjun repeated, his voice filled with remorse.

    Jake nodded, his expression softening slightly. “It’s fine. Let’s just forget about it.”

    The rest of the evening passed in uneasy silence. Arjun was extra attentive, making sure everything was perfect, hoping to make up for his mistake. He cooked dinner and served it with utmost care, making sure Jake had everything he needed.

    As they sat down to eat, Jake finally broke the silence. “Look, Arjun, I know you didn’t mean any harm. Just remember that everyone needs their personal space sometimes, okay?”

    Arjun looked up, relieved to see that Jake’s anger had truly dissipated. “I understand, Jake. I’ll be more mindful from now on.”

    Jake gave him a small smile. “Good. Now, let’s enjoy this dinner. It looks great.”

    They ate in companionable silence, the tension from earlier gradually melting away. Arjun felt a deep sense of relief, grateful that Jake was willing to move past the incident. He vowed to be more careful in the future, respecting Jake’s boundaries while continuing to serve him with unwavering loyalty.

    By the time they finished dinner, their bond felt restored, and Arjun was determined to prove his dedication through his actions. Despite the rocky moment, he knew that their friendship and mutual respect would help them navigate any challenges that came their way.

    Ajun walks in on Jake again

    The dorm had settled into its usual routine as the semester continued. Arjun had been extra careful since his last mishap with Jake in the bathroom. He made sure to knock on doors and always check before entering. However, old habits die hard, and one particularly busy day, he made the same mistake again.

    Jake had just returned from a grueling football practice, covered in sweat and grime. He went straight to the shower to clean up. Arjun, focused on preparing Jake’s post-practice protein shake, needed to ask him something about their grocery list. Without thinking, he pushed the bathroom door open and stepped inside.

    “Jake, do we need more—”

    Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself staring at Jake again, who was standing naked under the hot spray of the shower. Jake’s reaction was immediate and explosive.

    “Arjun, are you kidding me?” he roared, his eyes blazing with fury. “Didn’t we have this conversation already?”

    Arjun’s face flushed with embarrassment and fear. “I-I’m so sorry, Jake! I didn’t mean to—”

    “Out!” Jake bellowed, pointing to the door. “Get out and wait for me in the room. Now!”

    Arjun stumbled back out of the bathroom, his heart racing. He knew he was in serious trouble this time. The first incident had been forgiven, but a second breach of Jake’s privacy was unacceptable.

    When Jake emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and a towel wrapped around his waist, he looked furious. Arjun stood in the middle of the room, wringing his hands nervously.

    “Arjun, what did I tell you about knocking?” Jake demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

    “I’m really sorry, Jake. I didn’t think—”

    “That’s the problem. You didn’t think,” Jake interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “I warned you once, and you promised it wouldn’t happen again. Clearly, that wasn’t enough.”

    Arjun’s stomach churned with guilt. “I’m really, really sorry, Jake. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

    Jake’s expression shifted from anger to something more calculating. He crossed his arms over his chest, studying Arjun. “Anything, huh?”

    Arjun nodded eagerly, desperate to show his sincerity. “Yes, anything.”

    “Alright then,” Jake said, his voice cold. “From now on, as a reminder to respect boundaries, you’re going to wear only your underwear when you’re in this dorm.”

    Arjun’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

    “You heard me,” Jake said firmly. “You’ll be in your underwear at all times in the dorm. Maybe that will teach you to be more mindful.”

    Arjun felt his cheeks burn with humiliation, but he nodded. “If that’s what you want, Jake. I’ll do it.”

    Jake nodded, satisfied. “Good. Now, strip down and let’s get this started.”

    Arjun hesitated for a moment before complying. He took off his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on his bed. Standing in just his underwear, he felt exposed and vulnerable, but he knew he had to accept the consequences of his actions.

    Jake watched him with a stern expression. “This isn’t just about punishment, Arjun. It’s about learning to respect personal space. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Jake,” Arjun replied quietly, his head bowed.

    “Good. Now get back to your chores. And remember, no clothes while you’re in the dorm.”

    For the rest of the evening, Arjun went about his usual tasks, acutely aware of his near-nakedness. The initial embarrassment was intense, but he gradually adjusted, focusing on his duties and trying to make amends.

    Days turned into weeks, and Arjun remained in his underwear whenever he was in the dorm. Jake’s friends who visited found it amusing at first, but they soon accepted it as the new normal. Arjun’s dedication and submissiveness only deepened, and despite the humiliation, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. He was proving his loyalty to Jake in the most tangible way possible.

    Over time, Jake’s anger faded, replaced by a grudging respect for Arjun’s commitment. One evening, as they were watching a movie, Jake looked over at Arjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, still in his underwear.

    “You’ve really stuck to this, haven’t you?” Jake said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

    Arjun nodded. “I wanted to show you that I’m serious about respecting your boundaries.”

    Jake sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright, Arjun. I think you’ve learned your lesson. You can start wearing clothes again.”

    Arjun’s eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Jake. I won’t let you down again.”

    “I know you won’t,” Jake said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re a good guy, Arjun. Just remember, everyone needs their space.”

    Arjun nodded eagerly. “I will. I promise.”

    As Arjun finally dressed in his regular clothes, he felt a sense of liberation. The experience had been humbling, but it had also reinforced his dedication to Jake. He knew he would always strive to be the best roommate and friend he could be, learning from his mistakes and growing stronger in his loyalty.

    Arjun walks in on Jake’s friend

    The dorm was buzzing with energy one Friday night as Jake invited his friends over for a small gathering. Arjun had been busy all day preparing snacks, cleaning the common areas, and making sure everything was perfect for Jake and his guests. He took pride in making their dorm a welcoming place, and Jake’s approval meant everything to him.

    As the evening progressed, the dorm filled with laughter and conversation. Jake’s friends, including his best friend Chris, settled in, enjoying the food and drinks Arjun had meticulously prepared. Arjun moved around quietly, making sure everyone was comfortable, refilling drinks, and cleaning up as needed.

    At one point, Chris excused himself to use the bathroom. Arjun, eager to keep everything running smoothly, remembered that Jake wanted him to get something from the bathroom earlier but had forgotten in the rush. Without thinking, Arjun headed towards the bathroom, hoping to retrieve the item quickly without interrupting Chris.

    He knocked softly but didn’t wait for a response, assuming Chris wouldn’t mind. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Chris standing at the sink, shirtless, washing his face. Chris spun around, shock and irritation flashing across his face.

    “Arjun! What the hell are you doing?” Chris exclaimed, grabbing a towel to cover himself.

    Arjun’s face turned bright red as he realized his mistake. “I-I’m so sorry, Chris! I just needed to—”

    “Get out!” Chris yelled, his anger palpable. “What is wrong with you?”

    Arjun backed out of the bathroom, his heart pounding. He knew he had messed up badly. He quickly shut the door and stood there, trying to compose himself, but the damage was already done.

    Moments later, Chris emerged, still fuming. He marched over to Jake, who was chatting with another friend. “Jake, we need to talk. Now.”

    Jake looked puzzled but followed Chris to a quieter corner. Arjun watched nervously as Chris recounted what had happened. Jake’s expression shifted from confusion to anger as he listened. After a few tense moments, Jake walked over to Arjun, his eyes blazing.

    “Arjun, what did I tell you about respecting people’s privacy?” Jake’s voice was low and furious.

    “I’m so sorry, Jake,” Arjun stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”

    Jake held up a hand to silence him. “Enough. You’ve crossed the line, and it’s clear you haven’t learned your lesson.”

    Arjun’s stomach churned with dread. “Please, Jake. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

    Jake exchanged a look with Chris, who nodded. “Alright, Arjun. Since you can’t seem to understand boundaries, you’re going to spend the rest of your time in this dorm as a reminder of your place.”

    Arjun looked at Jake, confused and fearful. “What do you mean?”

    Jake’s expression hardened. “From now on, you’re going to act like a loyal dog. No clothes, no talking unless spoken to. Maybe this will teach you to respect others’ privacy.”

    Arjun’s eyes widened in shock. “But, Jake—”

    “No buts,” Jake interrupted. “You agreed to do anything. This is what I’m asking.”

    Arjun swallowed hard, realizing he had no choice. He nodded slowly. “Yes, Jake. I understand.”

    “Good. Now strip,” Jake ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

    With trembling hands, Arjun removed his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on his bed. He stood naked in the middle of the room, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.

    Jake turned to his friends. “Alright, everyone. From now on, Arjun here is our loyal dog. Treat him as such.”

    Chris smirked, clearly satisfied with the punishment. “Serves him right.”

    For the rest of the evening, Arjun moved around the dorm on all fours, serving drinks and snacks without uttering a word. Jake’s friends laughed and made comments, but Arjun stayed focused on his tasks, determined to prove his loyalty despite the humiliation.

    Days turned into weeks, and Arjun’s new role became a fixture in their dorm life. He slept on a mat by Jake’s bed, ate his meals from a bowl on the floor, and followed Jake and his friends’ commands without question. The initial embarrassment faded into a strange sense of acceptance and purpose. He had made a mistake, and this was his way of atoning for it.

    Jake’s friends grew used to Arjun’s presence, treating him with a mix of amusement and indifference. Chris, in particular, took pleasure in ordering Arjun around, making him fetch things or perform tricks for their entertainment.

    One evening, as Jake and Chris were lounging in the dorm, Chris called Arjun over. “Hey, dog. Come here.”

    Arjun crawled over, looking up at Chris expectantly.

    “Give me your paw,” Chris commanded, holding out his hand.

    Arjun lifted his hand and placed it in Chris’s, feeling a pang of humiliation but keeping his expression neutral.

    Chris chuckled. “Good boy. Now, go get us some drinks.”

    Arjun nodded and obediently fetched the drinks, placing them carefully on the table before resuming his position at Jake’s feet.

    Jake glanced down at Arjun, his expression unreadable. “You’ve come a long way, Arjun. But remember, this is your life now until I say otherwise. Understand?”

    “Yes, Jake,” Arjun replied quietly, his voice filled with determination.

    Jake nodded. “Good. Now, stay there and be quiet.”

    As the evening wore on, Arjun remained by Jake’s side, silent and submissive. Despite the humiliation, he felt a strange sense of peace. He had accepted his role and was determined to serve Jake and his friends to the best of his ability.

    In the months that followed, Arjun’s loyalty never wavered. He remained their loyal dog, always ready to serve and obey. And though his life had taken an unexpected turn, he found a sense of purpose in his submission, knowing he was doing everything he could to prove his devotion to Jake.

    Dog cage

    After the first incident with Jake and then with Chris, Arjun had been trying his best to be more cautious and respectful of others’ privacy. However, one evening, in a moment of distraction and habit, he found himself making the same mistake yet again.

    Jake had just returned from a long day of classes and was looking forward to a relaxing shower before dinner. Arjun, preoccupied with organizing their study materials, needed to ask Jake about an assignment. Without pausing to knock or consider Jake’s privacy, Arjun opened the bathroom door and walked in.

    “Jake, do you have a minute? I need—” Arjun’s words caught in his throat as he realized his mistake. Jake was standing by the sink, halfway through undressing, and turned abruptly to face him.

    “Arjun!” Jake’s voice boomed with irritation, his face flushing with anger. “How many times do I have to tell you to knock before coming in?”

    Arjun’s heart sank as he stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Jake. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

    Jake rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Clearly, you don’t think at all. Get out and wait for me in the room.”

    Feeling a wave of shame wash over him, Arjun backed out of the bathroom and closed the door quietly. He knew he had messed up once more, and this time, he feared Jake’s patience might have run out completely.

    Minutes later, Jake emerged from the bathroom, his expression stormy. Arjun stood nervously by his bed, waiting for Jake to speak.

    “Arjun,” Jake began, his voice tight with anger, “we’ve been over this multiple times. I can’t believe you still don’t respect people’s privacy.”

    “I’m really sorry, Jake,” Arjun replied, his voice trembling. “I know I messed up. I don’t know why I keep forgetting.”

    Jake sighed heavily, his frustration evident. “You need to learn some discipline. I’m not sure how else to make you understand.”

    Arjun’s heart sank further, realizing the gravity of his repeated mistake. “Please, Jake. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

    Jake stared at him for a long moment, considering his options. Finally, he spoke with a stern tone. “Alright, Arjun. Since words aren’t getting through to you, actions will have to speak louder.”

    Jake moved to the corner of the room where they kept some storage boxes. He pulled out a small, sturdy-looking cage and set it down on the floor.

    Arjun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what Jake intended. “A cage, Jake?”

    Jake nodded firmly. “You need to understand boundaries and respect. This is your punishment. Get in.”

    Arjun hesitated, his mind racing with humiliation and shame. He knew he deserved punishment, but the idea of being confined like an animal was almost unbearable. Reluctantly, he stepped into the cage, feeling the cold metal under his bare feet.

    Jake closed and locked the cage door, leaving Arjun inside. “You’ll stay in there until I decide you’ve learned your lesson. Maybe this will help you remember to knock.”

    Arjun nodded silently, feeling utterly defeated. He sat down on the floor of the cage, his head bowed in shame. The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed in the room, a stark reminder of his mistake.

    For the next few hours, Arjun remained in the cage, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Jake went about his evening routine, occasionally glancing over at Arjun with a mix of disappointment and frustration. Arjun felt a deep sense of regret and vowed to never repeat his mistake again.

    Later that night, after dinner, Jake approached the cage. He unlocked the door and opened it, gesturing for Arjun to come out.

    Arjun crawled out slowly, his body stiff from sitting in the cramped space. He stood before Jake, head bowed in shame and remorse.

    “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Arjun,” Jake said sternly. “Respect people’s privacy from now on. Knock before entering any room.”

    “I understand, Jake,” Arjun replied softly. “I’m really sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

    Jake sighed, his expression softening slightly. “Just… be more mindful, okay? I don’t want to have to do this again.”

    Arjun nodded earnestly. “I promise, Jake. It won’t happen again.”

    Jake nodded, satisfied for the moment. “Alright. Get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

    Arjun nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew he had been given a second chance, and he was determined to earn back Jake’s trust through his actions and respect in the future.

    Jake takes puppy for a walk.

    Jake was known among his friends as someone with a unique sense of humor and a playful demeanor that extended even to his interactions with his roommate, Arjun. They had developed a close bond over the years of living together, with Jake often jokingly referring to Arjun as his “loyal companion.”

    One sunny Saturday morning, Jake decided to take Arjun along to the park for a casual game of frisbee. As they walked through the park, Jake tossed the frisbee with enthusiasm, and Arjun dutifully retrieved it each time it landed. Their playful banter and laughter drew the attention of passersby, who smiled at their antics.

    After their game, Jake suggested they stop by a nearby cafe for some refreshments. As they sat at an outdoor table, Jake playfully ruffled Arjun’s hair and remarked, “You’re like my trusty sidekick, always ready for an adventure.”

    Arjun chuckled, accustomed to Jake’s playful remarks. “Well, someone has to keep up with your antics, Jake.”

    As they sipped their drinks, Jake casually draped his arm around Arjun’s shoulders, a gesture of camaraderie that felt both comforting and familiar. “You know, Arjun,” Jake began with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “you’re like my loyal pup. Always by my side.”

    Arjun raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Hey now, I’m not that obedient.”

    Jake laughed warmly. “Maybe not, but you’ve been a great roommate and friend. Always there when I needed you.”

    Arjun smiled gratefully, touched by Jake’s sincerity. “Thanks, Jake. It’s been fun living with you.”

    As they finished their drinks and prepared to head back home, Jake tousled Arjun’s hair one last time. “Come on, pup,” he teased affectionately, “let’s head back before you start chasing squirrels.”

    Arjun rolled his eyes playfully, but deep down, he cherished their unique friendship and the playful dynamic they shared. Jake’s lighthearted manner had made their time as roommates memorable, filled with laughter, camaraderie, and a bond that extended beyond mere friendship.

  • Jock Gets Railed in Public While Vacationing in Italy

    I mentioned a while back that I would try recording an audio of me reading a sex story sometime, so here is my first attempt recording myself recounting / reenacting the time I got fucked by two studs in public while vacationing in Italy back when I was 19. I recommend listening to the audio while reading the story. 

    During the summer before my freshman year of college, when I was 19, I was vacationing in Italy with my parents. My parents usually went to bed early, and one night in Rome, around 1 AM, I snook out by myself to check out the nightlife.

    In high school, I was one of the top sprinters in the country. I was nationally ranked in the 200m dash, but also one of the top 400m and 400m hurdlers in my state, and also did pretty well in long jump and triple jump. I trained year-round and had a pretty defined 6 pack, a tight butt, and toned and decently-muscular arms that I always wished were a bit thicker. My heritage is ¾ northern European and ¼ Latino—my facial structure is more European, but in the summer I always get pretty tan, especially in back high school when I was always hanging outdoors and not always wearing sunscreen. 

    I found a gay club near my hotel on Google Maps and it was hot and crowded. I was quite popular and quickly found some guys to dance with. One of the guys was about a head taller than me and somewhat muscular. He looked to be in his early 30s and his English was excellent. He smelled great–a woodsy, spicy scent mixed in with his natural manly musk. I’ll refer to him here as Matteo. As we danced, I let him grope me, his hands running under my sleeveless tank and groping my taut abs and lats.

    Matteo bought me a couple shots of whiskey and very quickly I got tipsy. As we danced to a remix of what sounded like a Beyonce track, I felt his hard cock rub against my ass through my shorts. He unzipped my pants and stuck his hands in, rubbing my hard cock. I felt a bit violated but was too aroused to care. Plus the dude was sooo hot. The guys near us started watching me get fondled. Matteo then pulled my pants down and straight up started giving me a handjob. I looked around and was glad nobody was filming me.

    But soon, one of the bouncers noticed Matteo giving me a handjob and asked him to stop. Matteo gave me a kiss and then leaned into my ear asking if I wanted to get out of the club with him. Of course, I said yes. He said he knew of a special spot near the club he thought I might like. I was pretty tipsy by then and was happy to follow along with whatever.

    He walked me a few blocks down into a narrow alley with a shed near one end. The shed was locked, but it provided good cover, hiding us from view. Matteo pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as his tongue thrusted into my mouth passionately. I let the bigger, stronger man pin me against the wall and grope me all over as he devoured my mouth. He eventually pulled my shirt off and took off his own polo shirt, revealing a broad hair chest, strong, round shoulders, and a flat stomach dusted in dark hair. Matteo looked incredibly sexy.

    He pinned both my wrists above my head and then began kissing and inhaling my armpits, telling me he liked my boyish scent. He then crouched down, pulled my pants and underwear down, and began sucking on my uncut cock. I was only 19 then, and came pretty easily. So within a few minutes, I accidentally jizzed inside Matteo’s mouth. Thankfully, he wasn’t pissed, and instead, he seemed to find it hot. He came up and made out with me again, making me taste my own cum.

    Eventually, Matteo drooped his own pants and I crouched down to return the favor. His cock was pretty big–at least 7 inches and decently thick. He had a hairy bush that was trimmed down a bit. His junk smelled sooo masculine. He grasped my hair as he thrust his cock roughly in and out of my mouth. Matteo was definitely a dom and I just let him use my throat for his own pleasure. He made me gag a few times and I had to push him away finally to catch my breath.

    He pulled me up and flipped me over, pressing me into the wall. “I”m gonna fuck you. Okay?”

    I nodded hesitantly. “Alright…but go slow okay?” I noticed Matteo fishing in his pants pockets which were laying on the ground. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and squirted it onto his rock-hard cock.

    Matteo ignored me and pressed his tip into my hole. I groaned. He grabbed my hair and told me to relax. It turned me on getting ordered around like that, and I took deep breaths. Eventually, he slipped in and slowly pushed in centimeter by centimeter. It felt good. “yeah, you like that?”

    “Oh fuck yeah…mhhh Matteo that feels soooo fucking good. I want you to fuck me man!”

    He obliged and began thrusting in and out. Gradually, he picked up the pace. I began to moan loudly in a mix of pleasure with a bit of pain as he fucked me roughly. “FUCK! Yeah fuck me just like that. Use me like a dirty whore. Yes! FUCK I LOVE IT SO MUCH!”

    My dirty talk pushed Matteo over the edge. Earlier, he’d promised to pull out, but I guess he lost self-control. He started grunting loudly as he thrust into me as hard as he could, shooting his hot seed inside my ass. I was on PRep at the time, so wasn’t too worried.

    Matteo slipped out and apologized for cumming in me, but I was busy jacking myself off. I turned around and Matteo kissed me lovingly while I jerked my cock. I suddenly jumped when I saw a shadowy figure approach. The man noticed my panic and quickly said, “Shh…shh..haha it’s okay, it’s me, Gian.”

    It was one of Matteo’s friends whom I’d briefly grinded on at the club, before I focused my entire attention on Matteo. I guess he saw us go down the alley. How much did he see??

    “Mind if I have a turn?” He looked at Matteo and then at me. Neither of us responded, and Gian walk over and started kissing me. He held me against the wall and kissed me so hard I could hardly breathe. I gently tried to push him away in order to catch my breath, but he was too strong. Gian was a couple inches taller than Matteo, but more muscular. While Matteo was toned, Gian was muscular, but had a little bit more body fat on him. He didn’t have visible abs, but probably would if he sucked in.

    Gian groped and spanked my ass as he kissed me. It turned me on letting him overpower me and have his way with me. He rubbed a finger between my ass crack and flicked my hole. I wondered if he could feel any cum dripping out. I could hear that Gian had unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants.

    Gian lifted me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He rested my elevated body against the wall and his cock, which eventually found its way inside my hole. “Call me papa,” he said as he penetrated me.

    I obliged. “Fuck me, Papa. Use me like your sex toy!” That seemed to turn Gian on and he began lifting and lowering me, pumping me onto his cock like a fleshlight. After a short while, I could tell that he got tired. He let me down and told me to get on my hands and knees. He took off his shirt and let me use it to cushion my hands and knees.

    He proceeded to mount me and fuck me hard and fast. I can’t believe I was letting this complete stranger fuck me outside in an alley. Gian grabbed me by my hair and made me his bitch. I don’t remember how long this lasted but eventually turned me around and started fucking me missionary. He alternated between choking me a bit and then kissing me tenderly.

    Soon after switching positions, I started jacking off and shot another load all over my abs and chest. Some of it might have even landed on my face. Gian soon shot his load in my ass, his semen mixing in with Matteos. I layed there catching my breath as Gian got up to put his pants back on. I noticed Matteo was watching us the whole time. He came over and helped me up.

    I let Gian and Matteo put their numbers in my phone before they walked me back to my hotel. It was a fucking incredible night. My favorite of that trip.


    Thanks everyone for reading and/or listening to my story!  I got pretty horny in the middle of recording this and actually had to restrain myself from accidentally cumming while recording. I thought about re-recording, but decided that it’d be hot to keep the recording where I’m genuinely super aroused and almost losing control of myself. Recording myself turned out to be pretty intimidating and I think you can tell I was pretty nervous the whole time. Don’t know if I’ll make another recording, but if I do, hopefully I’ll be less nervous the next time.

    I’m really hoping to post another chapter of “A Fratty Hockey Jock’s Depraved Spiral” but I’m struggling with finding time and with writer’s block. For pure-fiction series like “Turning Chase”, “Chase’s Senior Year”, and “A Fratty Hockey Jock”, it takes me what feels like 10-15 hours to crank through a single chapter, since I have to plan out and choose between different potential plotlines. With stories based on personal experiences (like this one and “A Collegiate Decathlete Took my Virginity”), the writing is much, much quicker, since I don’t have to plan out the plot. My full-time job has been pretty demanding, so it’s been harder to find the large blocks of time and energy to write my fiction stories, and I’ve been writing shorter semi-non-fiction stories instead. 

    I also recently decided that I want to start posting some shorter, unpolished pieces to my Twitter (like the short excerpt about Mike and Billy I posted on 7/10) that I’ll eventually want to build out into full-length stories, polish up, and post on GayDemon. 

    Feel free to leave any feedback in the comments or by shooting me a note in the email linked in my GayDemon profile!

  • No Room For Guilt

    Michael had to drain his balls at least thrice a week, unless he got a serious case of blue balls. He understood that he was unlike other men in that department as well. His balls really started to ache, causing his testicles to actually turn blue. It wasn’t just an expression in his case. Since his search for his one true love he had begun to take care of himself in that area more often than he would care to admit, but he soon switched it up with a steady roster of cocksuckers who knew their place. Guys to drain his balls and nothing more. They knew better not to try.

    One of his favorites was a fifty something silverdaddy with too many muscles and not enough body hair, even though he was already teeming with lush silver hair all over. The silverdaddy was relentless in his pursuit of him. Every week he would send another message on one of the apps, giving it just enough time in-between not to be a nuisance, hoping to avoid the ever present threat of a perma-block. Michael had begun taking an interest in older gay guys and didn’t block him outright. He had reached his late thirties and wanted to know what life had in store for him in his later years.  

    The silverdaddy had sent him one of his usual weekly messages at just the right moment when Michael was not only ready to bust a nut but also thinking about growing old again. When Michael finally responded, the silverdaddy deftly and gingerly put the moves on him. Asking if he was not bothering him. Explaining how he admired Michael’s physique and onwards. Michael played along until he got what he wanted – an invite to the silverdaddy’s house. The silverdaddy originally wanted to come over to his place, but Michael knew that you could never be too careful with these cocksuckers. Before you knew it, those cocksuckers would turn into cockstalkers.

    It was at this silverdaddy’s house that Michael found not only an accomplished cocksucker but also a wizened old gay man with a rich personal history. He actually had something to say about life that he didn’t read from the back of a rainbow-colored cereal box. There were no impotent platitudes here. This man confirmed everything that he had grown to accept as undeniable truths in his own life. He even provided him with some additional insights as to why he did the things that he did. It was such an eye opener that he was more than willing to let him suck his dick as a reward, and he was glad that he did. It was one of the best blowjobs in his life. He knew to find and manipulate little spots that shouldn’t have felt so intensely pleasurable and when Michael came in that silverdaddy’s mouth he felt like a teenager again, so raw was the unrelenting need to cum. He shot several loads into the mouth of that bearded silverdaddy, one after the other. He just kept on spurting, while his aching balls kept on quivering. It felt amazing. They made it an fortnight arrangement ever since but the silverdaddy could never top that first blowjob.

    Sitting on that man’s comfy chair with the silverdaddy on his knees between his legs working his cocksucking magic, Michael usually could find a moment of satisfaction and bliss in the world. But as he looked down on that naked cocksucker one night, with his well-groomed beard and wild hair all over his grizzled old muscular body, he knew that he too would one day sit between a younger stud’s leg begging for cum and attention.  That is, if he didn’t make some crucial decisions in his life soon, otherwise this would be his life as well, and while he enjoyed watching the silverdaddy savor the taste of his cum, he also saw the loneliness that the big cavernous house represented to him.

    This wasn’t going to be his future, not if he had anything to say about it.

    It was there that he decided that he was going to snatch Boone and make him his. Boone’s boyfriend was nothing more than a speedbump on his road to victory. Even if Boone wasn’t the man he thought him to be, he still needed to make the attempt. He owed it to himself to at least try to make a man like Boone his.

    The boxer briefs had already produced the desired effect and sowed the seeds of distrust that he wanted. Boone was no longer the merry-go-lucky fellow at work like he used to be. His look was sterner and more serious. Like a tiny little angry puppy ready to bite the hand that teased it. Michael thought that he looked cuter than ever before. He was also ramping up the sexual tension between the two of them. While Boone was only assigned to Michael’s team every so often in the past, Michael used his connections in the company to permanently get Boone assigned to him.

    Even with the weight of relationship trouble wearing heavy on Boone’s brow, he couldn’t help but steal looks at Michael, which made Michael ever more curious what it would be like to fuck Boone up the ass. He wondered if Boone had ever taken a dick as big as his. He was sure that Boone would learn to take it eventually, even if he wasn’t accustomed to such large cocks. Of that he was confident. All of his fags had done so in the past. He had taught every single last one of them to take it and they ended up begging him to fuck them even harder. Boone would come to love every inch of his dick. He wouldn’t give him any other choice.

    It was during an office party that Boone found an excellent opportunity to accelerate his plans. Boone had arrived without his boyfriend to the party. Apparently, the boyfriend had prior engagements. Michael sidled up to Boone, acted like his best friend and soon began to get him drunker than was reasonably allowed at an office party.  Even drunk, Boone was cute as fuck. Michael had no idea just how much he could adore a man like that. Usually, it was all about raw animal attraction and sexual exploitation but this went further than that. He liked Boone just for what he was – a somewhat socially awkward IT-nerd with slightly above average looks.

    Michael had fucked way better looking men than Boone but they simply weren’t as cute as this guy. He just wanted to grab his alcohol-flushed rosy cheeks with both of his hands and give them that grandmotherly cheek pinch.  Then he wanted to ruffle up his hair, which he actually did after Boone was drunk enough not to read too much into it. Michael had the time of his life cozying up to a wasted Boone but he was sure not to let it become sexual, even though it was clear that the alcohol had begun to rob Boone of his inhibitions. He even felt Boone’s hand slide over his muscular chest once in a particularly confused situation with not enough room and too many people pressed against each other. He liked feeling that probing hand on his body.

    Nevertheless, despite how much he was enjoying himself, it wasn’t in his plan just yet to take advantage of Boone. Like an overgrown boy scout he took it upon himself to drive Boone home to the house that he shared with his boyfriend. It was there that he finally got to meet Boone’s counterpart, which was his intention all along. He had Boone’s arm over his shoulder and had to physically drag him up the steps to the door, where he waited until the boyfriend opened the door. With a cheeky grin and some explanatory words that he was his colleague, he handed over a drunk Boone to the boyfriend and then headed off again. The look Boone’s boyfriend gave him was priceless.

    He was sure to have messed around with Boone’s clothes in the car just enough to hint at some sexual impropriety, but not enough to make it abundantly clear. Michael had all the opportunity in the world to do whatever he wanted with Boone after he drove off with him from the party, but he resisted the temptation completely and didn’t even take a look at Boone’s cock, something that he was dying to do for weeks. He wanted Boone to have no memory whatsoever of any sexual impropriety, while stoking the suspicions of his boyfriend to the max.

    Michael knew that he was an evil man, but he also knew that if he was able to make Boone his, he would be far better off. He wouldn’t be so driven to wreak havoc and destruction. The trail of victims that he would leave behind in society would be far smaller. If you only had to sacrifice one man, instead of a hundred, wouldn’t you do it? The utilitarian philosophers of the 19th century would sing his praises and it would on top of that respect the sanctity of life, like the more classical philosophical theories and religions implored. He wouldn’t have to do anything drastic to himself or others. Michael would still be able to pursue his natural urges, without causing too much damage to society and Boone would get everything that he had ever wanted out of life, and possibly more. That, Michael would guarantee. It was a win for all.

    Suffice it to say, that Michael had his apologetics ready, and wouldn’t let anyone convince him otherwise or deter him from his mission. Boone was going to be his and that was that.

    Michael didn’t want to spend the night alone after his round of mischief with Boone and turned up at the silverdaddy’s house at 03:00 in the morning. The silverdaddy was not amused, but saw the state that Michael was in and reluctantly waved him in. Michael had stayed sober for most of the party with Boone but after he had dropped him off, he drove to a local dive bar and started knocking back glasses. After the bartender kicked him out, he finally drove himself to the silverdaddy’s house. He told himself that he wanted one of those legendary blowjobs of his, but he was really looking for company. Someone that understood him. You couldn’t even find that in a straight bar. None of them would understand his feelings for Boone.  

    The silverdaddy had learned the value of sleep a long time ago but he also knew that it wasn’t easy being a single gay guy, which is why he helped Michael to the couch. He wasn’t in the mood to help him out with his ‘sexual emergency’, though, and just took off Michael’s shoes and went to get him a blanket. When he returned Michael had already dozed off and was beginning to snore. The silverdaddy tucked him in with a wry smile and went off to bed.

    Michael woke up to the smell of a delicious breakfast in the morning. The silverdaddy had cooked him a solid hangover meal and wryly heard Michael out about what had brought him here in such a drunken state. Michael couldn’t help but confide in the silverdaddy about the guy he got drunk over but held certain details back. It amused the silverdaddy to no end seeing Michael so lovesick. He told him that every guy eventually gets struck with Cupid’s arrow, no matter how tough they were, and that love would make them do stupid things. He’ll look back one day at all the stupid shit he did and it would put a smile on his face.

    If only he knew, Michael thought to himself.

    After the meal the silverdaddy directed him to the shower to get the smell of last night off of him. The talk about Boone fired Michael up again but he couldn’t bring himself to jack off in the silverdaddy’s shower. He wanted an actual blowjob. Michael dried himself off, draped the towel over one of his broad shoulders and appeared in the nude before the silverdaddy, sporting a hard-as-fuck erection that could drive a hole through a wall.

    The silverdaddy chuckled at the sight of him. And told him that he really knew how to take advantage of an old man, ‘didn’t he’. Michael was rutting in earnest at that point and had only one thing on his mind, but when he saw the hairy muscular form of the silverdaddy, he didn’t think a blowjob would even cut it. He needed to fuck and really do his thing, but the silverdaddy saw right through him and was having none of it.

    He told him that if Michael wanted his hole, then he had to earn it. Normally, Michael would have made short shrift of any guy that tried to test him with such an attitude, but he kind of liked the silverdaddy. He had actually begun to think the world of him. So Michael humored him and decided to let him boss him around for a change. After all, he did take care of him last night, while he didn’t have to. Not only that, but he was genuinely curious what the silverdaddy had in mind, even despite his dissipating hangover.

    The silverdaddy led Michael to his bed chambers, slowly undressed and then tried to stare him down. While the silverdaddy was a big man, Michael was several inches taller and could not help but look down on him. The silverdaddy realized the absurdity of the situation when Michael refused to look away, laughed out loud and then told Michael to get on his knees to make it easier for him to boss him around.

    Michael laughed at the absurdity as well, and then drolly let himself sink to his knees in front of the silverdaddy and looked up to him with a sardonic smile. The silverdaddy had to suppress a laugh and told him that he simply couldn’t make it easy for him, ‘could he’. Michael shrugged apologetically and smilingly told him that he would eat his hole and do everything he ever wanted, just this one time, but only because he really liked him. He menacingly sneered those last words, as if to convey that he better not take advantage of him too much.

    The silverdaddy bellowed a laugh and snorted when he looked down to meet his eyes again. He told him that Michael was going to do everything that the silverdaddy told him — and then some. And not only that, but he was also going to fucking love every single last thing that the silverdaddy was going to do to him. Michael’s hard-as-fuck erection just got even harder hearing those taunting words. He had been on the other end of this dynamic for so many times that he forgot what it felt like to get bossed around. To give up that control and let another man decide over you like you were nothing more than his plaything. That you had to obey his every word like a boy had to obey his father.

    He had always liked the ‘daddy – boy’ roleplay thing. It’s just that he never got to experience the other role in the equation often. Hell, the first guy he ever fucked was his gym teacher in high school and he had bent him over his own desk, taunted him that he was going to feed him a big dick and then fucked him bare, shooting his load up that faggot’s ass. It was one of the most thrilling experiences in his life and he fucked that big meathead more times than he could remember in the following months. He bossed him around like he was a pipsqueak several grades lower than him. It made him feel like a rock star; that he was fucking his own coach up the ass. God, he was angry back then.

    Submission just wasn’t his thing. Michael simply liked to push another man’s head down and make him feel every inch of the big dick that God had given him. Still, the silverdaddy had earned his submission, even if it was only in jest. He was a good sport about these things when the mood struck him and some guys were worth it.

    The silverdaddy took a step forward, bringing his big dick to only a couple of inches from Michael’s face. He told him that Michael liked that big dick, ‘didn’t he’. The silverdaddy couldn’t be more right. Michael’s rockhard cock was twitching so badly at the sight of that old dick standing up out of a thicket full of gray curling pubic hair, that he audibly groaned. He wanted to lick it so badly, but he knew his place. If he dared to give in to his desires, the silverdaddy would have slapped him hard for overstepping his boundaries. That’s what he would have done, at least.

    God, he loved the discipline and abuse of power in such lustful moments. He wanted the silverdaddy to smack him real good, regardless of his discipline, but in that instance he was playing the role of the good little boy and he knew all too well what was expected of him. He was a man of his word and would do everything that the silverdaddy commanded. If you can’t live by your word, than you’re nothing more than a worthless faggot. That’s the only way to live your life.

    The silverdaddy was reading Michael’s face as those thoughts crossed his mind and it was as if his years of experience gave him a window directly into his soul. He began to understand just how much power he wielded over Michael. It made his big throbbing dick twitch in front of Michael’s face and a drop of translucent precum emerged out of the rough piss slit, only to drop down slowly in a strand of oozing slime. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off that liquefied lust in its purest form. He wanted to taste it so badly that his balls started to ache. He was a leaker himself and he knew that he too was oozing out precum.

    At the silverdaddy’s sudden command to suck him off, Michael swooped down on the big throbbing cock like a ravenous dog ready to devour his prey. He used only his mouth, knowing that his hands weren’t allowed anywhere near the silverdaddy’s dick in that moment. He expertly used his tongue to lick all over the shaft and wetted it with his ample saliva. Then he teased the bulbous dickhead, using the tip of his tongue to tickle him right under the frenulum. The silverdaddy let out a surprised sigh and murmured his approval, while savoring the spine-tickling pleasure. Michael let him enjoy the sensation for as long as he needed.

    It was then that Michael began to do his work in earnest, taking the cock in his mouth and swallowing it whole. He began to drive it down his throat. All the way down, until he buried his nose in the musk-scented curling mass of gray pubic hair that resided at the base of the silverdaddy’s big cock. The coarse hairs tickled his nose, lips and the area around his mouth. He loved the way pubic hair added texture, scent and sensation during intercourse between men. It looked gnarly, but he had learned to appreciate crotch fur like only a connoisseur of men could. The gnarly appearance even made it all the more hotter. That feeling of disgust added a new experience to your arousal and the unseemly sight of thick pubic hair made him wild with lust.

    The Silverdaddy looked down and marveled at the big man on his knees in front of him deepthroating him without any hands like only an expert cocksucker could do. It was at that time that Michael began to apply the many cocksucking tricks that the Silverdaddy had used on him during those numerous nightly visits of ball draining. Soon after the sensual delight was beginning to overwhelm the silverdaddy’s pleasure centers. He wanted to desperately cum in the mouth of Michael, but he knew that that was Michael’s intention all along. At his age, he could only shoot the one load, after which he had to wait a whole hour or more to recover. Out of desperation, he abruptly pulled out his dick from Michael’s eager mouth, leaving Michael’s yearning tongue nothing to play with. He then slapped his face with the big old cock, leaving a streak of oozing slime behind. Anger flared up in Michael’s eyes but the silverdaddy knew who was in control.

    He tauntingly told him that he knew that Michael didn’t like being deprived of his big cock, ‘did he’ and called him boy, while he slapped him again in the face with his big slippery dick. Michael was ready to blow a fuse over the sheer impudence. He was so caught up in the cock-sucking experience from moments before that he had completely lost all sense of time and space. The pleasure he got out of serving the silverdaddy made his entire body tingle with an electric buzz. When he shook out of it and remembered his role again, he had to force himself not to smirk over the sheer temerity of the silverdaddy’s actions. This man had bigger balls than a WWII gunnery sergeant.

    When you’re asked a question by an authority figure, you were obligated to respond and Michael did just that. “No, Sir. I wanted that cock down my fucking throat, just like you needed it.”

    The silverdaddy laughed at the disrespectful response and told Michael that he just couldn’t help himself, ‘could he’ and called him boy again to drive the point home that the roles were very much still reversed. Then he raised his voice and barked that Michael had to kiss his feet as an apology, grabbing him by the back of his neck. He started to angrily push him down.

    The silverdaddy was strong as an ox and had huge arms, but Michael was stronger. Yet, he still let himself be pushed all the way down to the silverdaddy’s smelly feet and when he inhaled that pungent and degrading scent from so close, his cock went berserk and his hole started glowing with an anticipatory hunger. He wanted to be taken up the ass so badly. It was rare for him to so desperately want to be mounted by another man. The silverdaddy knew just how to push his buttons.

    He wanted to desperately finger himself while licking those sweaty and hairy feet, just to fill his hole with something, but as a boy he wasn’t allowed a single iota of self-administered pleasure. He had to wait for what pleasure his daddy would deign to grant him. All he could do was to completely lose himself in his service to the silverdaddy. If he commanded him to lick his feet, then he would do just that with every ounce of his being and so he savored the taste of those smelly feet with a rakish voracity.

    He knew that he was venturing dangerously close to faggot territory but all gay men faced the same question and he had already answered that one a long time ago. He owned his desires. His desires did not own him.

    The silverdaddy apparently had enough of Michael licking his feet. He complimented him on what a good boy he was in the most patronizing way imaginable and Michael even felt the satisfaction that most fags felt when they received praise from their daddies.  It left him glowing with an intense feeling of satisfaction and gave him a renewed drive to do whatever it took to please his daddy, no matter what he asked of him. His dick even started twitching again with anticipation and excitement, making another strand of pre-cum ooze down onto the floor. It was like his dick was acting like the wagging tail of a dog when it received the praise of its master. Michael didn’t even want to think about what he was feeling in his ass. His desire to get fucked had turned into a dull aching pre-penetrative pleasure. The sensation started to consume more and more of his body. It was as if his awakening submissive desires had started turning him into a veritable bottom cunt.  If his hole had turned into an actual cunt in that moment, it would have also started leaking.

    The silverdaddy saw the submissive lust in Michael’s eyes and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. “Open your mouth, faggot.” Michael knew what was coming but he did it anyway. As he was sitting there on his knees, his head pulled back and his mouth wide open to receive his daddy’s load of spit, he came to realize that the danger of becoming  an irredeemable faggot was closer than ever before. And yet the impact of that spit into his mouth was hotter than the ball punch he gave to that one faggot in the apartment with the spectacular views some time ago. He eagerly lapped at the spittle with his tongue in order to savor whatever flavors were hidden in there.

    When he opened his eyes he saw that the silverdaddy was carefully studying his face. A slight tinge of embarrassment colored Michael’s cheeks red. He knew that the silverdaddy had seen more than he should have. The taunts that followed hit him right in the metaphorical balls. The silverdaddy told him how he knew that Michael liked licking his sweaty feet way too much. Liked being spat in the face and treated like a worthless faggot. At this point Michael’s cock was almost going haywire from the excitement. It had already turned completely red and now it was also going up and down at full force, making a steady stream of pre-cum swing to and fro as it descended like honey unto the floor.

    With a taunting laugh he told Michael that he was going to present his hairy hole to him and dare him not to eat it out like only a faggot could. The silverdaddy climbed on top of the bed, sat on his knees and lowered his torso to the bed while arching his lower back upwards, whereupon he spread out his furry ass with his hands to reveal his hairy ass crack. Michael was so consumed by desire that he planted his face right in-between those ass cheeks the moment the silverdaddy looked over his shoulder to register him caving into his desires.

    He wanted the silverdaddy to know the shameful desires that stirred deep within his soul. He wanted him to stand witness and judge over him for the act of faggotry that he was about to commit. He wanted him to see the weakness in his soul and to ruthlessly exploit it.

    He became like a man obsessed while rimming that hairy grizzled old hole. Michael had rimmed many of his fags’ holes before and wasn’t unfamiliar with a little bit of anal teasing but this was different. He wanted to show the silverdaddy just how much he wanted to be his boy, even though he would never be his.

    He started feverishly worshipping that hole, like he forced his many fags to worship his own. That silverdaddy’s hole became an altar to the faggotry that he had taken advantage of for all those years. The coarse curly gray hair in his crack got in the way of his lips and tongue, but it was just like pubic hair: the gnarlier it got, the hotter it became. The silverdaddy was completely correct, only a real faggot could worship that hairy crack of his. He flicked his tongue and traced around the grizzled rim, only to go at it like he was getting a woman’s cunt nice and wet. The steady moaning of the silverdaddy encouraged him on but he knew that the faggot in him needed to be fought until his very last breath.

    Despite his resolution not to go over the edge, his big throbbing cock felt ready to explode and it was like his own asshole was feeling every last movement of his own teasing tongue. It was like he was giving himself a rimjob as he ate out that old grizzled hole of the silver daddy. He was forbidden to pleasure himself in his role as a daddy’s boy, but his imagination propelled him to such great heights of pleasure that he started to vicariously live through the experience of the silverdaddy. He started groaning in pleasure and going at it with even more oral agility and finesse. This is how he himself wanted to get worshipped and he gave everything that his fucked up imagination could deliver.

    It was only after the silverdaddy pulled his ass away, that Michael broke out of his mesmerizing faggot delirium. It took him a while to come to his senses again, upon which he came to realize that the silverdaddy was carefully studying him again. Michael suddenly felt the urge again to reach down with his head to renew the rimming as he was still on autopilot but the silverdaddy stopped him. The silverdaddy rolled over on to his back, pulled his legs up by the knees and presented Michael his hairy hole again.

    He asked him fatherly what Michael was waiting for and when he didn’t get the right response from Michael, he impatiently ordered him to mount him like the service stud that he was. Michael’s felt like he had lost control of the situation. His chest was heaving and he couldn’t see straight. Like he was completely out of it and incapable of understanding what was happening but the silverdaddy’s encouragements began to become more pressing. Michael finally looked down on his own quivering cock and realized what he was supposed to do again. His natural instincts took over and he mounted that silverdaddy with the ease of a mountain lion taking down his prey.

    He slid his big throbbing cock into the saliva slicked grizzled hole of the silverdaddy and it took him only ten strokes to shoot his load like a teenager’s first time inside a woman’s wet cunt. The cum just kept rushing out. He felt his body pump out the seed like his life depended on it. It felt like one of the most fucked up orgasms that he had experienced before. Like the load that he was shooting out of his aching balls pulled his mind back straight from the gutter. The dirty gutter he had been precariously circling the moment he had assumed the role of a daddy’s boy. The silverdaddy kept moaning his encouragements and told him to enjoy it like the man that he was.

    “You earned this, fucker.”

    Which left Michael confused and strangely ashamed of himself.

    It took him ten minutes of recovery time to start breathing normally again, upon which he finally pulled out his still hard-as-rock cock from the silverdaddy’s saliva-and-now-cum slicked hole.  He then rolled unto his back next to the silverdaddy, where it took him another five minutes to fully understand what had happened. The silverdaddy had decided to spare him the fate of becoming a faggot and left him the last remaining shreds of his dignity intact. Michael knew how powerful the lure of faggotry was and how it left indelible marks behind if you gave into it.

    “I couldn’t break my young buck in just only one session, now could I?” The silverdaddy boasted, but both knew that it was an act of mercy. He later told Michael that it wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of a man in love. Although everything was fair in the world of men and faggots, the silverdaddy could not bring himself to rob Michael of his one shot to find his one true love.

    Michael had trouble coming to terms with what had happened to him. He had never come this close before. He had never ventured so close to the hard limits that he had set for himself so long ago. Was it really that he was in love with Boone or was it something else? It was almost certain that this wasn’t like him at all and when he looked at the daddy, he couldn’t imagine accepting him as his Dom. But at the thought of the silverdaddy dominating him again, his heart started to flutter and obscene feelings of submission started to flood in.

    It was then that Michael understood that he was completely off his game. He was beginning to believe the silverdaddy about what he was saying. But love? Was he kidding him? Michael had never fallen in love before. He just wanted Boone because he wanted to own him, like an owner chooses the dog that he wants as his pet. Boone would be his because he had the right values and sentiments. He had the mental software that Michael could selfishly manipulate for his own purposes. Boone would be his answer to growing old as a gay man.

    It was with these thoughts that he started to hold the silverdaddy in an even higher regard. This silverdaddy knew things that he was only beginning to understand and come to terms with. It would be the start of a lifelong friendship. He liked being in the company of one of the few men in this world that knew that Michael on rare occasions also wanted to be told what to do by a daddy. It was a hard blow to his ego – that was a given – but he grew to become perfectly comfortable sharing that secret with the silverdaddy and knew that the old grizzled man would never betray his trust. It was like his ass was owned by the silverdaddy, without him actually owning Michael.

    Michael hadn’t spared a single faggot in his life and yet the silverdaddy found it in his heart to spare him. The man was truly a living legend.

  • Hot Session With My Best Mate

    My mate and I had gone out on the town as we usually did on Saturday nights. This particular night we had ‘pulled’ and took two women back to my flat. I had a double room with twin beds which was handy as both women were up for being fucked. Although Craig and I had never actually fucked women together in the same room it was a bit of a turn on and the women didn’t mind.

    Craig’s woman was pretty well stacked and was soon on one of the beds naked with her legs wide showing off her plump cunt. My woman wasn’t really my type at all but I thought I’d shag her anyway as the thought of us all shagging together was a real turn on.

    Craig was soon on the bed naked, his big cock ready to fuck but he had other things in mind and soon had his face on the woman’s cunt and his tongue inside. She was moaning as he licked and sucked on her fuck ready twat and my woman had to remind me that I was with her and ought to be doing the same.

    Now my woman, Laura was a little skinny and had little tits compared to Craig’s hot woman Kate but I gnawed a little on her nipples keeping my eyes on Craig and Kate.

    Watching Craig stick his cock into Kate’s sucking mouth got my dick really stiff and I thought that  Laura might like to suck me but she just lay there motionless.

    In the end I just stuck my cock up her cunt and started fucking her but it really did nothing for me and the only thing that kept me stiff was watching Craig when at last he began to fuck Kate,

    The only thing keeping my cock erect was the sight of Craig’s lovely arse shunting back and forth and his cock fucking Kate’s hungry cunt.

    I was shagging Laura but thinking of Craig and what we could do together. I’d always had a secret crush on my best mate so I was fucking Laura and wishing that it was me being fucked by Craig.

    Craig was giving Kate a hell of a fucking and she was moaning her fucking head off. When he began to grunt and holler that he was coming I shot my load into Laura, my thoughts wandering to the load of cum that Craig must have been spurting up Kate’s cunt.

    The women were quick to leave afterwards, both sharing a taxi home and with no talk of meeting up again. I didn’t want to meet Laura again anyway and I knew that Craig wasn’t too bothered about meeting Kate again.

    Craig decided to stay the night and so we had a few more beers and sat chatting into the early hours.

    “That Kate was so fucking loose, my dick could hardly feel anything, she was pretty wet and that was all that was keeping me stiff” said Craig.

    “Well” I said “If I hadn’t watched you shag her I never would have shot my load, it was like watching a porno but better”.

    “Glad I could be of assistance to you mate” he said. “Anyway I think I’d have had a better time fucking you at least you’d have been nice and tight” and then he laughed.

    His words had my cock stirring. We were both only wearing our underpants after the fuck with the women and I had to try and hide my growing bulge.

    “Fuck! Mate! Are you getting horny again” he said noticing me covering my dick.

    I nodded yes and he said that he too could do with another fuck.

    “No women about mate” he said “So what do we do? Wank off?”

    “Suppose” I replied.

    Craig fumbled in his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock.

    “Soon get this up to it’s horny lustfulness” he said and I watched as he worked his hand up and down his shaft stiffening his cock to full potential.

    I felt inside my pants and pulled my dick out, it was already throbbing and solid as a fucking rock.

    “We both have pretty nice cocks” said Craig “Big and stiff as fuck”.

    We started wanking both of us watching each other.

    “This is a bit gay isn’t it?” he said.

    “No” I replied “It’s not like we’re wanking each other off”,

    “Mmmmmmm! Maybe we should wank each other, be nice to have somebody else tossing me off. What do you say?”

    Before I could answer Craig had his hand around my stiff prick and was wanking me.

    “Is that nice mate? Do you like it?” asked Craig.

    “Yes it feels fantastic” I said reaching for Craig’s cock.

    Craig’s cock was hot and throbbed in my hand. I began to work it up and down and we both moaned with pleasure as we wanked each other.

    “Aw! Mate! That is so good” said Craig closing his eyes “If only it was a hot mouth gobbling on my cock “.

    “It could be” I said quietly.

    “What? You’d be a real mate and suck my dick?”

    “I’ve always wanted to suck your cock Craig, didn’t you know that?”

    Within a couple of moments my head was down in his lap and his cock was at the back of my mouth my tongue licking over it.

    “Aw! Mate! That’s fucking fantastic, fucking fantastic!” he said.

    I slurped and sucked on his lovely stiff cock, a hand feeling for his balls and tugging them as I tried to get all of his prick down my throat.

    I gagged a few times and almost managed to swallow all of his prick but he was pretty thick shafted.

    “Aw! Fuck! You’ve got my cock so wet, it feels so good in your hot mouth. You’re fucking gay aren’t you mate?”

    I nodded keeping his dick firmly in my mouth and slobbering over his knob.

    “Bet you want me to fuck you then don’t you mate?”

    Again I nodded, his prick now sloppy wet with saliva.

    He pulled from my mouth, his magnificent cock throbbing visibly.

    “Bend over then mate” he said.

    I pulled my pants off completely and bent over the bed. I pulled my arse cheeks apart and Craig pushed his cock against my sphincter.

    A hard shove and I had half of his saliva soaked cock up my arse,

    “More!” I said “Stick it all in” and he slammed his cock home making me groan loudly.

    “Fuck! Mate! You are lovely and tight just how I thought you’d be. Fuck! It feels fantastic”.

    “It’s good for me too Craig so get fucking” I said my hand still holding my cheeks wide.

    Craig began to fuck me good and hard, his thrusts making me whimper and moan.

    “Harder, deeper” I said “Fuck me !  Fuck me!”

    Craig didn’t last as long as I wanted and he was pretty miffed that he couldn’t make it last longer..

    “Awwwwww! Mate! I’m coming I’m fucking coming” and he clutched my butt cheeks and shot his spunk deep in my arse.

    He lay on top of me for some time, his dick still throbbing in my arse.

    “Guess we’re now true ‘fuck buddies’” he said.

    Eventually he rolled away from me his dick leaving a creamy trail from my arsehole to my thighs.

    “It was good for me too” I said “You make me so horny”.

    I now had to toss myself off as I was rigid and utterly roused.

    “Sorry mate” said Craig watching me wanking.

    “The least I can do is get you off” and surprisingly he took my cock into his mouth and started wanking me.

    Seeing Craig with my prick firmly in his mouth and feeling his sucking lips on my dick had me coming in no time.

    “Hey! I’m gonna come so fucking stop or you’ll get a fucking mouthful”. I said my balls at trigger point

    Again Craig surprised me as he sucked on my cock even harder, his hand wanking and twisting around my shaft like he really needed my spunk.

    Unable to pull from his sucking mouth I just pumped my load in.

    Watching Craig spill my spunk from his lips and down my shaft was amazing, Sucking it all again was even more amazing, his tongue dripping cum and rolling around my knob like it was some sort of delicious treat.

    “Fuck! Mate! You must have done this before?” I said.

    He nodded no. keeping my cum dripping dick firmly in his mouth and then letting my cum roll down my shaft again.

    My prick was so sensitive now and the feel of my silky spunk tingly around my helmet was getting to be too much,

    I had to ease Craig off my prick or he would have sucked my fucking cock off my body.

    We both lay back , my prick felt suck sore and my arsehole was stinging with post fuck memories.

    “Guess we are a couple of faggots now mate” he said wiping his lips.

    “Thing is, that session was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had in my life mate. You’re arse was fucking bliss. I’m getting horny thinking about it mate”.

    “I’ve always wanted you” I said “The times I’ve wanked off thinking about the things we could do together and now you’ve made my dreams come true”.

    We lay talking and going over some disastrous fucks we’d had in the past then Craig suddenly blurts out that he had once been fucked by an old man in the woods when he was just twenty.

    “Did you like it? Or were you forced to do it?”

    He told me that he’d gone with the man into the woods just to mutually wank but then the old man had bent him over and shagged his arse.

    “It fucking hurt at first but it was pretty damn exciting. I looked out for the man again but I never did see him and believe me I looked and looked as I wanted it to happen again. He had a big fucking cock too and shot loads of spunk”.

    By now my cock was rampantly rigid again and Craig immediately noticed my discomfort.

    “Only fair that you should fuck me now mate. It will take me back to that fuck in the woods when I was twenty. Will you fuck me?”.

    I pondered for two seconds and then got between Craig’s legs and nestled my knob against his arsehole.

    “Spit on it to lube it up mate” he said and after a few mouthfuls of saliva my cock and his arsehole were shimmering with spit.

    Getting into Craig’s arse was a bit of a struggle but gradually he opened up for me an my even sturdy inches slid right up his arse. He groaned and tried to stop me but it was too late, my dick wanted his arse now and there was no stopping it.

    “Awwww! Mate! It fucking hurts, Fuck! Fucking Hell! Mate! Awwwwwww!”.

    I was shunting back and forth now, my dick going al the way in and out again and it felt so tight and hot.

    Five minutes into the slow fuck and Craig was now opening wide for me and begging me to fuck harder.

    “You’re so fucking hot” I said “I cant keep this up for long”.

    I was fast reaching the point of no return, my balls dancing wildly in their sac, my cum stirring up and ready to spurt.

    “Oh! Mate! Fuck me! Fuck me! It’s so good, so fucking good. Awwwwww! Fuck! Fuck faster, deeper. Awwwwww! Man it feels incredible. Fuck!”

    His encouraging words and the delicious feel of his arsehole tipped me over the edge and I began to spurt my load deep into his arse.

    My cock was jerking and Craig too began to cum without any manual stimulation which got his arse muscles contracting and squeezing my spurting prick, milking me dry.

    Craig’s cum shot up his belly and chest, a spurt even hitting his own lips.

    He looked so fucking sexy with cu on his lips that I bent down to kiss and taste his cum . The resulting kiss was a sensual cum lapping delight with our tongues entwined. My prick was throbbing deep in his arsehole, his legs wrapped tight around me holding my cock deep inside his arse.

    “This is real sex” I said “Real man to man exciting, sensual sex”.

    Craig looked at me and winked.

    “I couldn’t agree more” he said.

  • Free at Last

    My ‘Gay Education’ was now accompanied by my voraciously reading ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’ and watching loads and loads of porn. My cock never seemed to be anything but hard and my old briefs were very crusty with dried out cum loads.

    I was also in and out of Johns house, and his bed, quite a lot over the next couple of weeks. My dick often filled Johns arse with cum but I slowly came to the conclusion I was a decided bottom. I loved the way my arsehole was stretched by Johns dick, loved the feeling of his spunk inside me.

    The days usually started with coffee in the kitchen and ended with Johns cream in my arse, mine down his throat.

    John was a writer so worked a lot at home but even he had deadlines and there were trips for ‘work’ as he put it. Those days left little or no time for ‘my education’. Those were the days I wanked my self senseless, 5 – 6 – 7 times a day!

    One morning, when John was away, I decided to go for a run rather then exercise my right hand. I used to do laps around the park before and decided to do some that day.

    It was a warm summer that year but this was one of those cooler pleasanter mornings. I threw on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and trainers, setting off mid-morning.

    I saw a couple of the guys I knew from school, one doing laps like me.

    I’d not long begun running when that desperate urge to piss came over me. Luckily, there was a toilet block in the park.

    The place was well hidden by the bushes and trees, off the beaten track. You really had to know it was there. I’d only discovered it by chance – a pretty solid building, dimly lit and sort of…seedy.

    I made a dash for them, nearly colliding with a running mate, Tom, who was leaving He was sweating and looking flushed.

    “Hard run Tom?”

    “Something like that…” and he was off running again – more of a jog now.

    As I entered the toilets I saw a guy at the washbasin, slowly washing his hands, glancing in the mirror at me.

    He was about the same age as John and also a runner – dressed in his shorts and t-shirt. As I walked past him I couldn’t help but notice a distinct bulge and that ‘scent’ of cum. The scent alone started to arouse my sleeping cock, by the time I got to the urinal, one long trough, I had a severe boner.

    I managed to hide the fact from the guy but trying to piss with a hard on was difficult. It jetted out like a fountain but the relief was wonderful. So wonderful I let out a sort of sigh.

    At that moment the guy at the washbasin turned slowly and walked across to the trough, pulling the front of his shorts down as if to relieve himself too. I glanced across at him, as you do, and smiled. I cast my eyes downwards and was greeted by the sight of a full erect cock – the foreskin pulled back over the blood red head. I averted my eyes quickly but not before he saw me, and my cock giving a twitch.

    I’d finished peeing and knew I should just pull up my shorts front and exit. I heard that unmistakeable sound of hand sliding up and down hard slippery cock. A murmured “Mmm” echoed around the toilets. I looked again and the guy had stood back a bit and was now openly wanking himself.

    I couldn’t help but start wanking myself too, watching him and his rather sturdy looking cock as he pleasured himself. He turned slightly towards me, exposing more of his crotch and his bushy pubes, a trail leading up under the t-shirt.

    I softly moaned as I saw it – far thicker than John or Sam and longer than both. My own cock seemed to get harder and definitely wetter with pre-cum: I turned to show him mine, slowly edging the shorts down further until they rested on my thighs. He did the same.

    He edged along the trough towards me as I moved closer to him. We stood looking at each others juicy looking dicks. His hand reached over, moved mine out of the way, and took hold of my throbber. I groaned out loud.

    “Nice piece of meat you’ve got on you boy” he said.

    “Not as good as yours! Fuck that’s one thick prick mate” I uttered. I let my hand rub over his knobend, smearing it with his pre-cum. He shivered uncontrollably.

    “Fuck that’s nice, better than the last lad. Fuck that’s..oh…good” he stuttered.

    I did as I had with John and Sam, rubbed the tip, stroked the shaft. I smeared my fingertips with the pre-cum, licked and sucked them clean.

    “Fuck that’s tasty…sweet”. I couldn’t hold back and bent over and licked the tip, lapping the drool of pre now coming from the enlarged slit. I looked up at him, smiled and then slid my lips around it. He shook.

    “Fuck! You are fuckin good boy… Suck my dick! Oh…ffffuuuuck”

    His hand went to the back of my head, forcing me down on him. I struggled – the thick shaft stretching my mouth and throat. I gagged on it, saliva running down it.

    As I broke for air I gasped “What a fucking awesome piece of meat… Never had one that big…” Then I went back down on him. He was, by now, fucking my mouth and throat. I could feel every throbbing vein, every convulsion of his knobend.

    “Watch it mate you’ll have me cummin way too soon!” he grunted as he thrust his cock deep in my mouth. With that he pulled his cock out, hitched up his shorts and waddled towards one of the cubicles. “Come on mate…” he said. I followed.

    He’d made for the cubicle for the disabled – larger, room for two or more. As soon as I got through it, the door was shut and bolted. With one swift movement his t-shirt was off, another and his shorts were off. He just stood there naked and hard. Excited as I was, I tore my own clothes off and I heard him give a long deep sigh

    His hand reached round the back of my neck, pulling me to him, our mouths and pricks colliding. His tongue forced its way through and I tasted….cum! His other hand was on my arse-cheeks feeling in between them, dipping into my crack.

    “Love a hairy arse” he moaned as he slowly turned me around. “Hands on the door” he ordered as he edged my legs apart. “Point that arse at me…” I arched to give him the fullest of views. “Perfect!”

    I heard him get on his knees, his hands on my arse cheeks, pulling them apart. Then I felt his warm breath on my hole and his tongue poking at my cunt. His thumbs pulled my cunt open, his tongue diving in – eating me out.

    “Shit that’s fuckin good mate, eat my fucking cunt..eat it fuckin all” I groaned. He licked, sucked, nibbled on the puffing lips of my arse. “Eat me you fucker! Eat me…”

    “You’ve got a fuckin tasty cunt boy! Very tasty!” he muttered between lashing my hole with his tongue. My legs were quivering, my hole opening, dilating for him. The urge to be fucked growing with every lick.

    He stood, slapped my arse and I felt his prick rubbing up and down my crack.

    “Want this big cock in you do you? Your first real cock! Fucked into your tight little boicunt! Dirty little boy, dirty faggot.”

    I braced myself knowing he wasn’t going to be gentle.

    I was right. His knobend jabbed at my dilating hole – trying to open up for him. The jab was hard, insistent, my hole not quick enough to open. A hard thrust.

    “Oh fuck” I screamed out.

    “Shut the fuck up!” he commanded as he pile drove his shaft into me, his hand clasped over my mouth to silence me. His other arm wrapped across my chest as he carried on his relentless entry. My channel was being ravished by the invader – stretched to its limits. The pain excruciating!

    “Stop! Stop!” I mumbled into his hand.

    “Fuck Off! You wanted it, you’ve got it, fuckin take it”

    He slammed his prick into me over and over. Then the pain stopped! My cunt was open to him, welcoming even. It sucked up his tool into me. “Stop” changed to “Fuck me”. I soo wanted him now, wanted his spunk.

    My assailant must have felt the change in me, took his hand off my mouth. “Liking it now aren’t you boy?”

    “Oh yes sir! Fuck me, give me your spunk! Breed me deep you fucker!” I garbled as he continued to pound away at me. The door rattled with every thrust of his member.

    “Good little cuntboi! You want daddy’s spunk up you then? Deep up your little boicunt? Well you’re gonna get it..” There was a grunt and one massive deep thrust up me – the deepest he’d gone. I felt his cock swell, convulsing as he shot his load in me.

    “Shit you’ve got one juicy arse now boy! Ready for the next!”

    He ripped his prick out of me, my puffy arse-lips smacking closed, only a few drops of his semen dripping to the floor. I sat down on the loo, exhausted, as he dressed, opened the door and left.

    I sat there breathless thinking about what had just happened. I’d been fucked up the arse and bred by a complete stranger -in a public toilet at that. He’d called me a ‘faggot’, a ‘boy’. I felt like a slut.

    I finally dressed and exited the cubicle. I could see another man at the trough, alongside another lad. I hurried out the door.

    As I left the block I walked straight into Tom, my school mate. He looked at me and smiled “Hard run for you too?” he said knowingly.

    “Yeah, stretched myself a bit..”

    “Ah the big guy then? Rough?”

    I was both surprised and delighted to find that Tom was of the ‘same persuasion’. “A bit rougher than I’m used to”. Toms eyes widened “your used to? You been fucked before then?” he said in awe. I looked at him and nonchalantly said “Yeah.. a few”. “Wow! Ain’t fucked yet – always blowies in the loos or up in the woods over there” He waved towards some trees and I took note that it must be another place to ‘visit’.

    I’d been looking Tom up and down – fit runners body, tousled brown hair – matted with sweat and, with what looked like, traces of spunk. He had a cute bubble butt and the bulge in his shorts looked impressive. “Well you should have no problems” I said, nodding down at what was obviously a swelling cock.

    He seemed to turn even redder at my compliment. “Tried it on with that Sandra. You know the one?” “We all know about Sandra” I joked. “Yeah, gives it out to anyone!” Tom laughed.

    “We were snogging away, me feeling up her tits – as you do – and then got up her skirt and into her panties. God! She was wet! Got a couple of fingers in her, she was begging for it mate. Me hard as fuck, her sopping wet – couldn’t hold back. Lifted here skirt, whipped off her knickers. Tight looking cunt on her but had obviously been fucked recently – cum on her thatch.”

    “Bloody hell Tom! Bet that got you ready..”

    “To be honest Andy, it was OK but I wasn’t at all sure… Oh yeah I wanted to fuck alright by the sight of her pussy sort of put me off a bit. But then she was there, I was horny and it was offered on a plate. I pulled my shorts off, started to wank a bit – getting ready. She took one look – “You ain’t putting that in me!” she screamed. Never seen her move so fast.”

    “Fuck Tom what a bitch! Why the comment?” I asked intrigued.

    He looked around making sure no one was around and then flipped his shorts down.

    “Jesus!” Tom wasn’t very thick – slender some would say – but he made up for it in length. He was sporting a good 9” dick, maybe more.

    “See, even you think its gross”

    “No way Tom! That’s amazing! Biggest I’ve seen…or taken, but I’d give it a go” I laughed.

    Tom looked at me – questioningly.

    “In fact I’d love to try..” I reached over and stroked it. “Beautiful.. Doing anything now?” I winked.

    “Damn! Got to meet my mom – otherwise…”

    “Latter?”

    “Oh Yes! Woods? 5’ish?”

    “To start with…” I knew John would be interested in Tom too.

    Another quick stroke of his cock “I’ll be waiting, ready” I grinned “Go meet your mom, think of latter!”

    “5 then” he said panting with lust. He turned and started jogging off, looking back at me grinning calling out “5!”

    I looked at my watch – 11:30, over 5 hours to wait and my dick and arse had still got that need for attention.

    I decided to go for a look around the woods – you never know what might be around…

    The woods were on the slopes of the park and I jogged up the main path towards the top of one of the ‘hills, the bushes getting quite dense but with odd gaps in them. At the top the path opened out on to a big clearing It was surrounded by bushes and undergrowth, a couple of fallen trees off to one side.

    The sun was now beating down on me and I stripped off my t-shirt, resting on one of the logs. Automatically I started playing with my nipples. I’d learnt quickly that these were very sensitive and gave me real excitement. Soon my cock was rock hard, weeping pre-cum.

    I looked around, no one there, shorts down and a slow wank. I needed relief! Eyes closed, my brain conjured up images of Tom fucking John and then me. I didn’t see, or hear, the man that had entered the clearing until I heard a murmured “Having fun?”

    My eyes shot open. Blinded by the sun, I made out the outline of what looked like a man about my height, slim, dressed in shorts and bare chested. I made a grab for my shorts to pull them up, stammering “Sorry…”.

    “No need for sorry mate, come up here myself for the same thing…” He then sat on the log next to me, easing down his shorts. “Love getting me dick out, give it an airing and a workout!” he said as he started to stroke his cock.

    I looked over and saw a cock about 6” uncut, a big pair of nuts and he was completely shaved.

    I let my eyes wander and saw he was also bare chested – strangely a very hairy chest – blondish hair. He was about late 30’s I guessed. He looked sort of sexy.

    “Nice dick you’ve got mate. Bet that gets a bit of use, get nice and deep up a cunt”

    I wasn’t sure which type of ‘cunt’ he meant – a female pussy or a male arse-cunt. I decided to play it safe “Lots of wanking not a lot of fucking”. “Pity mate, you like fucking then?”. By now I reckoned he was referring to arse and tried my luck “Told I’m a good top….”. I waited for the rejection and slapping I reckoned I’d get.

    “Fuck raw then?” Bingo!

    “Love it, and the breeding..”

    “I need a good fucking mate, boyfriend not giving out. Think my arse is gonna seal up” he laughed.

    All this openness had got me braver, more blatant.

    I pulled my shorts back down, my cock slapping against me “That help?” I smirked

    “Fuckin hell mate – too right it would!” He lent over and started to suck my knobend. “Tasty prick too…” he mumbled while getting his shorts fully off. “Open up my cunt nicely!”

    He slobbered all over my cock, spat on it, then wiped some across his own crack – fingering some in. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

    He straddled me facing me, his hands on my shoulders and rubbing my knobend over his hole. No slow descent, straight down! He let out a yell “Fuckin hell mate that feels fucking good”. I was certain anybody around would have heard him.

    What followed was a frenzied fuck – him riding me hard, me thrusting hard up. “Fuck my dirty cunt! Fuck me like a bleedin whore! Shag me mate, fuckin shag me!” he cried out and shag him I did.

    Suddenly his body went rigid and he let out a long deep groan – flinging a jet of spunk across me. His cunt clenched around my prick as he shot his load – rope after rope of thick spunk until it just dribbled out, his cock going soft.

    Just as quickly as he’d straddled me, he lifted himself off, wiped the access of spunk on his t-shirt, pulled on his shorts and said “Thanks mate – needed that. See you again”. He was off!

    I hadn’t even cum

    I sat there, cock still hard, trying to process what had just happened, what had happened that morning. I’d been hard fucked in the toilets, made a date and just shagged a guy – with no idea who he was or anything. Both my cock and arse were sensitive but I was still horny……

    The ‘discovery’ of gay sex had certainly aroused a lust in me, a craving, a need. Was I normal? I didn’t care – my arse and cock were begging me for more.

    I got off the tree and started to go on a wander – not even bothering to put my shorts back on.

    I took some of the side trails, going deeper and deeper into the woods and bushes. I’d gone about 100 metres when I heard a high pitched yelp and a grunting! I guessed – Sex!

    I crept forward in the direction of the noises – indistinct voices, yelps and grunts.

    I came across a gap in the bushes and peered in.

    The scene before my eyes was both hot and horny – having the usual stiffening effect on my dick.

    There were a group of guys – ranging from ones in their 20’s through to older ones in their 60’s – all naked from the waist down, each stroking their hard cocks. One of them I recognised – the guy who had given a rough fucking in the cubicle.

    On the ground there was a sheet. In the middle of this there was a lad about my age, slim, a dusting of brown hair on his body. His legs were spread and between them a hairy arse pumping up and down fucking him. He was alternating between yelps and sighs as the man covered him. Suddenly there was a bellow from the fucker and that tell tale final hard thrust.

    Their were cries of “Breed him”, “Breed the little slut!” from the men gathered round. “I’m fuckin cummin lad! Another load for you slut!” the man bellowed. There was a whimpered “Thank you Sir” form the lad as he took the spunk.

    “First fuck of the day and he’s now nice and loose. Well lubed too” the fucker laughed as he pulled out and stood up. “Well loose” I thought as I looked down at his softening cock. I saw droplets of spunk falling from what looked like a baby’s arm he was so thick.

    He wiped the excess cum off with a crusty towel, grabbed his trackies to slide into, announcing “He’s a good fuck lads, have fun”. With that he departed the bushes, sliding past me and grabbing my cock “Give him one from me mate” he grinned.

    I edged my way into the clearing, watching as a lad about 20 lay between the open legs, guiding his dick into the lads open hole. The lad was a lot less girthy than the first and slipped in with a moan “Fuck that’s nice”. I looked up at the receivers face. “Bloody Hell!” I thought.

    There, stretched out, was a lad I knew from school. Simon was a year ahead of me so he must now be 19 but looked younger. I had a bit of a crush on him but never thought he was ‘like that’. A bit nerdy but sporty with it – a sprinter on the athletics team.

    His long runners legs were now wrapped around the young guy, his eyes closed in pleasure as he begged the lad to “Fuck me”. The lad must have been wanking too long – a couple of strokes and the back arched and Simon received a second load.

    The lad seemed a bit embarrassed as he got off Simon, made a grab for his shorts and almost ran from the bushes.

    “Next”

    There was no shortages of “Next’s” as each of the guys in the group fed Simon their cocks and their loads. There were vigorous younger lads, powerful older men, one or two first timers from what I could tell. Simon took, and coped, with all of them.

    The crowd thinned out and there was just one other lad (I reckoned my age), myself and Simon left.

    I sort of recognised the other lad. Then I remembered seeing him going in and out of the toilets earlier – never stating long enough for anything to have happened. He was slightly built – slim and not too tall – but what he lacked in the body department he more than made up for in the cock area. He had a perfectly formed 7” uncut cock embedded in a thick, curly bush of pubic hair.

    The lad was very hard – what you would call ‘painfully hard’ – and looked nervous but lustful.

    I looked at him then nodded down at Simon “Wanna fuck then? Me being the last..”

    The lad flushed bright red and his knob gave a jerk, willing and eager. “Yeah…” he said hesitantly and got on his knees between Simons parted thighs. He looked nervous. “Ever fuck before?” I queried. He looked at me, even redder than before, “No” he said softly.

    “No problem, I’d never fucked until yesterday” I said to reassure him. “Once you start it sort of comes naturally”.

    “Really?”

    “Yes, trust me….I’ll help…”

    Simon, even though fucked over and over, was still eager – more so with the idea of being the lads first fuck. He crooked his legs, akimbo, feet firmly planted on the floor, raising his arse and showing his weeping cunt to the lad.

    The lad lay between Simons legs – as he had seen the other guys do – and pushed his dick towards Simons hole. The poor lad missed and slid right over the hole – coating his dick in the leaking spunk.

    He tried again – same result.

    He looked so embarrassed.

    “Here” I said, reaching for his slimy cock – guiding him towards its goal. I placed the head on Simons puckering hole. “Just push, gentle like” I encouraged.

    He edged forward and his cockhead popped inside. “Oh fuck…” he muttered.

    Simon seemed to suck the lad into him as inch by inch the rampant dick disappeared. “Jesus! That’s one wonderful cock!” he gasped “Feels fucking ….great” he sighed as he folded is legs around the lad.

    The lad did not last long! Five, maybe six strokes, and there was a guttural growl from him. He tensed and jerked as he unloaded his young sperm inside of Simon. Unlike all the other guys, the lad rolled off Simon and just lay there, marvelling at the intensity of the orgasm he had while fucking. He was panting for breath and repeating over and over “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, awesome!”

    As I lay on the other side of Simon, I let my hand trace a path down across his chest, belly and balls – carefully avoiding his cock. My fingers worked Simons taint as he stretched his legs wider, moaning at every touch. Finally I got to his hole, his leaking hole.

    “That feels well seeded Simon…” “I reckon I’ve taken 11 loads this morning” Simon confirmed. “Soon to be 12…” “The only ‘known’ load then” he grinned “No idea who the rest were”. “11?! Fuck! I haven’t taken that many in all my life..”

    The thought of taking 11 or 12 loads up my arse was seriously turning me on – “one for the future” I thought as I slid my fingers into his squelchy arsehole. “Shit Simon, you are soo wet and open down there mate, you wont even notice my prick in you” I laughed. “Try me!” was his only response.

    I slipped between his legs “Missionary for you mate!” I smiled gleefully. He threw his legs back “Fuck me then”. There was no need to go slowly with the state Simon was in – the head easily entering. “Oh god!” he squealed “I can certainly…oh fuck..feel that prick…”. I grinned down at him as I gripped his hands in mine and started my rhythmic fucking of him.

    “Oh fuck e Andy, that feels fuckin great” he panted as my shaft was swallowed by his anal canal. This was different to John – slicker, wetter, Simons muscles contracting around me. I leant down and kissed him, his mouth opening, devouring my tongue. “Fuck Andy, you are the best today” he gasped as he gripped me with his hole. “Your the best fuck I’ve had” I lied, imaging it was John beneath me.

    Simon was an expert as a ‘bottom’ – using all the muscles to ripple along my shafting cock, clenching the opening around it, milking me. Every thrust was met by waves of lust sweeping through both of our bodies as we climbed the peak to orgasm.

    The lad, now recovered, was alternately kissing Simon and myself, stroking his cock and murmuring “You two are fuckin hot guys”. My mind wandered back to Sam, John and I fucking and my dick developed a new hardness – I knew what that meant. “I’m gonna cum Simon” “Fuckin cum Andy, fucking cum” His legs wrapped round me, ankles locked on my arse as my balls boiled over and shot their loads into Simons arse. As I fucked Simon to his orgasm I felt the wet splash of the lads spunk landing on my back and buttocks.

    Simon bellowed out “Oh yes!” as his body shook with orgasm ans his own cock first dribbled, then shot copious amounts of thick creamy spunk all over us. “Bloody Hell Simon! One massive load I gasped. “First of the day” he managed to get out as he kept shooting.

    I pulled out letting the last rope of cum splash on Simon. The lad was straight to it, lapping up the combined mixture, swirling it in his mouth. Somehow we ended up in a three-way kiss, passing the spunk mix one to another, finally sliding down our throats. The lad licked his lips appreciatively “Like honey…” he mumbled.

    As we lay in the post-orgasmic glow we learnt the lad was called Josh, “new to this” as he put it. I didn’t mention that I was too but Simon admitted this was his first ‘group’ fuck “And I’ll be back” he laughed. “Mind if I join you? Josh asked hesitantly. “Of course not! You too if you fancy Andy”. “I’ll have to think about it…” my thoughts going back to John…..

    I pulled my trackies back on and eased my way though the gap in the bushes, leaving Josh and Simon engaged in making arrangements and, what looked like, preparation for a long afternoon.

    As I wandered back down the tracks to the park I saw other lads, guys, men on the pathways or in alcoves of bushes. They seemed to range from Van Drivers to Builders to Businessmen. The pace seemed to be a ‘hot bed’ of cruising males – intent on one thing, sex. One or two smiled at me, winked, stroked their crotches as a signal. In all cases I just strolled on.

    Suddenly I stopped with a jolt. Ahead of me, just walking into a clump of bushes was Sam, Johns topper, my teacher. He certainly looked hot in is running shorts and singlet. My cock gave an involuntary twitch. Even though my arsehole had been hard used earlier, it too gave a twitch – a lust for filling again.

    “Should I? Could I?” Sam’s cock was not an average one – not the usual 6”. When I saw him fucking John I had thought “That must hurt!” He was at least 8”, looking bigger with his foreskin pulled right back. A wave of guilt swept over me. Here I was considering taking Sam’s cock – both of us sort of cheating on John. Thinking over what I had already done that morning – the guilt disappeared and I walked confidently towards the bushy clump.

    Sam was stood off to one side, partially in shadow, but I could see his singlet was off, his shorts around his thighs and his cock being pleasured by his hand. He heard the crush of the leaves under my feet and looked straight at me – a broad grin on his face.

    “Andy! Didn’t know you came to this sort of place…” he joked, continuing to stroke his prodigious dick. “Didn’t know you did either but its my first ‘outing’” I giggled. “Having fun” he stroked. “A bit…”. I walked over to him, moving his hand away from his girthy shaft “And it just get better….” “Oh fuck Andy….”

    I edged his shorts right down and, as he stepped out of them, I lowered my trackies – my boner springing out at him. Sam’s stare was fixed on my cock “Oh jesus…” He was instantly on his knees taking me deep into his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic. “Fuck, you do have a gorgeous cock Andy” he slurped and salivated over me. “Lets see your arse too..” he said, turning me around and parting my cheeks.

    “Good enough to eat..” and eat he did. His tongue was soon lapping over my hole, running it from the top to the bottom of my crack. He stopped on my hole, licking the puckering lips, and I felt the tip of it poking at me. “Oh shit Sam…” I moaned as he really went to work on it, my legs quivering, my body in convulsions. How I loved being rimmed.

    The craving to be fucked was stirring in me but I almost felt guilty at the prospect. It was somehow OK to be fucked by the stranger in the toilets, even fucking Simon in the clearing but was I was seriously contemplating being fucked by Johns ‘friend’?. The tongue probing at me was driving me crazy – I needed to be fucked by Sam.

    “Fuck me Sam” I garbled “Not a word to John though…please…Oh fuck me…”

    Sam laughed. “Not a word Andy – just give me your arse anytime I want it”. “Should I? Shouldn’t I?” screamed through my brain as Sam kept probing my hole. My arse was begging to take him but my mind was in turmoil over the cheating on John with Sam. Eventually I had no choice in the matter.

    Sam stood rapidly and I felt the cockhead on my hole. Before I could decide Yes or No, a man stepped through the gap in the bushes. It was one of the Park Rangers. Dressed like a policeman I was scared as hell. My cock softened instantly, I made a frantic grab for my trackies and ran past him, escaping. I ran, butt naked, down the path and dived into some other bushes – thankfully deserted – and rapidly dressed. That was the end of my day in the woods.

  • Pompeii

    POMPEII by Boy Mercury X & Chi Bear

    1.

    They leave early for Pompeii, the low, uneven triangle of Vesuvius hazy in the distance. Brick is lulled into drowsiness by the motion of the train, compounded by the time change and the disorientation of international travel. He lets himself bob gently between wakefulness and a dreamy state. The visit is not part of the original itinerary, just a day trip, born out of longtime curiosity to see the ruins, and impulsively tacked onto a conference Brick is attending. 

    His travel has often been leveraged by conferences, adding a day here or there to parts of a trip already covered as a work expense. It’s the unspoken reason conferences even exist, his husband likes to say, one of his jokes about their class privilege. And he has a point.

    But Brick has a point too, though an unspoken one.  He hopes a visit to Pompeii will allow this crush to run its course. Or at least provide a distraction.

    It had started innocently enough, no different from any of the others. They met through work, sitting across from each other at a meeting table. Brick was part of the design team, Vincent part of the client team, a philanthropic foundation planning a new headquarters. 

    At their first in-person meeting they had sized each other up. There was nothing unusual about the introduction, but Brick felt an immediate and undeniable heat.

    Vincent moved and spoke with quiet confidence. Brick wasn’t surprised. He knew the foundation kept a low profile but did significant and influential work. He just wasn’t expecting someone so…attractive. And Vincent certainly was. Fit and well dressed, trim waisted, his jaw angular like the v in his name. Still and alert, he reminded Brick of a fox. 

    Their mutual interest had grown bolder that first day: subtle jokes, shared glances. Brick had realized that Vincent knew more about design than the average client, and could push back on the design team. It would have been irksome from someone else, but Brick found it mildly arousing. He was a little competitive and rarely had such an appealing opponent. At one point, Brick caught Vincent staring and silently congratulated himself on choosing a shirt whose rolled up cuffs showed off his muscular forearms. 

    Vincent’s silence and watchfulness had been provocative. Brick liked to know what people were thinking, clients especially.

    “You’ve been quiet, Vincent. What do you think?” he had asked during a pause in discussions. 

    Vincent had been thoughtful for a moment, then responded. “Brick. And team. You’ve done a few projects like this. Looking back, is there some theme to what you’d do differently if you had them to do over again?” 

    Brick had smiled at the sly question. One of those, he thought. The type who sits quietly throughout the meeting as if they don’t have a thought in their head, and then pulls out the question that changes everything. Yeah, well, two can play at this game.

    “Adjacencies,” he answered. “The relationships between spaces. How they make each other work better. How they connect, interact.” He held Vincent’s gaze. “But don’t be afraid of being unconventional. Just because you’ve seen other places do it one way doesn’t mean it’s the only way. Think of it as an iterative process. We might have to try out a few different configurations before it feels like the right fit for you and your needs.” 

    Vincent raised an eyebrow before smiling. “I think you have a pretty strong sense of our needs,” he said. Brick felt his cock pulse. At the end of the table, an intern nodded earnestly, typing notes into a macbook. “I like that. Let’s explore this,” Vincent continued, nodding imperceptibly to a teammate who continued the conversation without missing a beat. 

    Impressive, Brick thought with a smirk. Not afraid to disrupt the entire process and confident enough that it’s actually for the best. Classic trickster. Brick liked him.  

    As the teams worked, Vincent went to the men’s room. Brick rose to follow him out. They stood beside each other at the urinals. Brick forced himself to look forward, his eyes on the tiled wall in front of him.

    “Is there a term for being low-key turned on by someone who makes a meaningful difference in making the world better?” Brick asked. Even without turning his head, he could feel Vincent smile.

    “I’m disappointed in your question,” Vincent answered. “Only low-key?”

    Brick turned, barely hiding his own smile. He glanced down at Vincent’s cock, still in his hand, larger than Brick would have guessed. Big dick energy, Brick thought to himself, as Vincent leaned in with a mischievous look to kiss him. 

    They had met at Brick’s hotel bar afterwards, laughed when they both ordered Manhattans, and made their way to Brick’s hotel room by unspoken agreement.

    2.

    “You have a very suckable cock,” Vincent said, his voice raspy and his lips wet with spit and cum. Brick ran a thumb along Vincent’s jawline, feeling the stubble, then hooked his hands under Vincent’s armpits and pulled him upwards until they were face-to-face. Brick wrapped a hand around the back of Vincent’s head and kissed him, tasting himself in Vincent’s mouth. 

    Vincent ran his hand through the ruddy fur on Brick’s chest and belly. He pulled away from Brick’s kiss to spit into his hand and, half leaning and half lying, began to jerk off. With their foreheads pressed together, Brick could feel the muscles in Vincent’s body begin to tense. He pulled Vincent in for a deeper kiss and with three short breaths, felt his body clench and then shoot. Vincent exhaled with a soft sigh and Brick continued kissing him, losing sense of time, lost in the familiar pleasure of making out with someone who is suddenly no longer a stranger. 

    They had fallen into a comfortable pattern: meetings, a perfunctory drink, tumbling into Brick’s hotel bed with the enthusiasm of horny teenagers. And afterwards, lying naked, legs intertwined or absent-mindedly tracing Vincent’s nipple, Brick surprised himself by opening up, sharing stories about past flings. Some funny, some wistful. It felt good to talk to Vincent. Easy, and with the illicit thrill of confessing secrets to a confidante.

    “How do you know so much about design?” Brick had asked one afternoon, as they lay together.

    “You’re not my first architect,” Vincent answered, with a wry smile. 

    He rolled into his back, and Brick admired the view of his form, and the thatch of hair on his chest and fanning over his abs.

    “You’re not my first trickster,” Brick replied, leaning over to kiss Vincent’s shoulder.

    They both wore wedding bands, but Brick didn’t ask about details or complications. His own relationship was awkwardly open. It was not ideal, a source of some sore feelings and resentments, but neither Brick nor his husband were quite willing to renegotiate the terms. More accurately, never quite willing at the same time. An observant outsider would have said off-timing was a theme of their relationship, not lack of attraction.

    But Vincent’s relationship was his own business, Brick resolved. And living in entirely separate cities, linked only by this project, they’d see each other rarely, and only temporarily.

    And that should have been enough. But it didn’t stop their messaging. Or the growing flirtation, in texts and calls, even in meetings. And certainly not their recurring assignations. 

    3. 

    Vincent was complimentary, and Brick enjoyed it. “In a room of effete designers you looked like an actual man,” he told the architect. “You look like your name.”

    He was born Jason, but picked up the nickname Brick in college, owing to his rusty hair and his tough guy looks.

    He wasn’t a youngster any more, but age had treated him well. He’d gotten beefier. His chest hair was more dense, his forearms and neck thicker, making his collars and shirts more snug. He knew he looked like a real man, whatever that meant, and he was secretly flattered when guys called him a “daddy,” either friends, tongue in cheek, or kids on apps, completely unironically. This unfamiliar self-confidence confused him, though, almost as much as the patchy white that had begun to appear in his close-cropped beard.

    What hadn’t changed, even after two decades, was how still incredibly turned on he was by his husband. Brick often wanted nothing more than to pin him against the wall and shove his tongue down his throat, groping his ample package, feeling up his athletic chest and shoulders. (It wasn’t the kind of relationship they have any more, he thought with resignation, but surely it must be a good sign to have the urge.)

    That left Brick with his side flings for the most part, like the one with Vincent.

    He had to be careful to not let feelings for them run wild. There had been another, earlier, that had crossed a line, that left him with a dull ache. He didn’t need to touch the hot stove twice. 

    But the thing no one ever says is how much you want to touch the hot stove again. Not to be burnt, but for the allure of thinking you could do it differently the next time. If you could just be nimble or artful enough to have the thrill, but not the consequence.

    It was harder to not feel so much with Vincent. He had a gentle prying way about him. He asked about Brick’s life, his interests. He asked about Brick’s husband, and their sex lives and the terms of their relationship. And it felt good, damn it. Beginnings always feel good.

    Until just days before this trip, when Vincent asked the question that caught him off guard and lingered with him still.

    4.

    “Fortune’s favor was somewhat overstated,” Alex says with a chuckle, rousing Brick back to wakefulness. It takes him a moment to orient himself. Train. Italy. Husband next to him, reading from his tablet. 

    Alex glances over at Brick, smiles gently at his confusion, and says, “Pliny the Younger, writing to Tacitus about the eruption of Vesuvius. Pliny’s uncle, the Elder, died attempting to rescue a friend and his family in the aftermath of the eruption. He was advised against the effort, and famously replied, ‘Fortune favors the bold.’ 

    “Which was somewhat overstated,” Alex says, smiling as he reaches his point. “Pliny the Elder died from asphyxiation caused by the toxic volcanic gas.” He half shrugs, raises his eyebrows, and bends over his tablet again.

    Brick remains silent, watching his husband’s reflection in the window, superimposed on a blur of tired stucco buildings and, beyond, the unmistakable slope of the volcano itself. Pliny the Younger also wrote that an object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.

    Alex nudges his thigh. “We’re here.” 

    He hands Brick the sunblock from his bag, knowing his husband is prone to burns. He’s always one step ahead like that.

    Walking through the ruins of Pompeii, Brick is struck by how much the city is structured like a modern one. The streets, vendor sites and crosswalks are completely conventional. Of course. People don’t change. 

    The one notable difference is that unlike most modern cities, the walls and streets of Pompeii are adorned with penises. They’re in stones on the roads, carved into stones on the walls, hanging above doorways and bread ovens.

    Purportedly, Alex tells him, the phalluses serve as arrows, and if you follow the arrows, you’ll wind up at one of the city’s many brothels. The more scholarly view is that the phalluses were good luck signs or symbols, not advertisements, intended to ward off the Evil Eye.

    “That’s why they’re often found outside homes, not just brothels,” Alex adds. “And others think they just reflected a hyper masculine society with a penchant for erotic art.”

    Brick watches a group of giggling women pose in front of one and is briefly tempted to imagine their social media captions, the comments from their friends. How different his take must be from the hetero tourists, he thinks. How much less scandalized or titillated, or both. As a gay man in 21st century America, he knows how much modern cities too are adorned with cocks. Not as obviously as the Romans, of course, but just as ubiquitous. Between the hook up apps and subtle cruising, there isn’t a modern city in the Western world in which cock isn’t available to those who seek it, in broad daylight. You only need to look through the proper lens.

    Before he can help it, he is thinking of Vincent. Flirting through meetings, none of their teammates the wiser to it. Making eye contact across the table and knowing that Vincent, too, is sporting an erection that no one else is aware of. Brick has more dick pics in his phone – those he’s received and those he’s taken of his own – than any street in Pompeii, and all transacted in the hustle of daily life in a major American city, at work, in transit, standing in line for a coffee.

    The amount of casual sex going on right under heterosexual noses always amazes and amuses Brick.

    5.

    Of course no visit to Pompeii is complete without seeing the famous plaster casts.

    Excavators who uncovered the human remains of Pompeii centuries after the eruption noticed that the skeletons were surrounded by voids in the compacted ash. By carefully pouring plaster into the spaces, the final poses, clothing, and faces of the last residents of Pompeii were revealed. The plaster casts were primarily made in the mid-1800s, and there are over 100.

    In the Garden of the Fugitives, Brick and Alex view the casts of the 13 people who sought refuge in a fruit orchard. Alex pulls out his notebook and starts sketching the figures. Brick can see how caught up he is, imagining these people, imagining their lives.

    Brick notes the quick movements of his husband’s wrist as he sketches, flickering like a little flame, and if he looks carefully enough he can see tiny twitches run up his arms. 

    Alex is wearing one of his bro tanks, the t-shirt sleeves roughly cut off, as he habitually does in the summer. They’re flattering to his slim build, his well defined shoulders and arms, and offer a teasing glimpse of his sides and hint at his flat, hairy belly. 

    Alex has this funny habit of letting the tip of his tongue jut out from his lips, just the tiniest bit when he’s very focused, as he is sketching the Pompeii figures. It’s part of his charm, which is considerable.

    They move on to a cast of a pair who perished together, their remains locked in an embrace. 

    “Famously once known as ‘the two maidens’ they were assumed to be two women,” the English speaking tour guide is saying. “When anthropological tests revealed they were both men, it was assumed they were father and son. But it was revealed that they were biologically unrelated after DNA testing. Some say we can only guess at the relationship, due to the closeness of their embrace.”

    Alex rolls his eyes at that, making Brick snort. 

    “Husbands,” Alex turns to say, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “They’re husbands.”

    He’s never been one for keeping his feelings too well hidden. His passions, especially for any social justice issue, still catch Brick by surprise. His clarity and conviction burn so bright, Brick can hardly look full on without feeling anxious that he must come up short. At the same time, he’s not humorless. Alex can still make Brick laugh like no one else.

    Alex takes Brick’s hand in his, defiant and loving, as they move on. They walk through the Pompeii Forum, the Lupanar, the Villa of Mysteries, and Alex grows more handsome in Brick’s eyes with each step. The back of his neck has grown ruddy and beaded with sweat from the sun and the small of his back is damp. But even more, he’s now so engaged. He has such a fire in him. Brick feels an old familiar flutter inside, somewhere between his heart and his cock.

    They wander off onto the surrounding area to find a spot to sit in the shade of a tree and unpack their lunch, sandwiches purchased from a salumeria in Rome, and bottles of mineral water. 

    He runs a hand over Alex’s exposed leg, and then up into his shorts, high enough to give away his intent. His fingers graze over Alex’s rising erection before withdrawing.

    6.

    Brick uncaps the sunblock and squeezes a long stream onto his fingers and rubs it in just enough to cover them. When his fingertips are smeared with the makeshift lube, he pushes into Alex’s shorts, and then into the sweaty cleft of his ass. 

    “Oh fuck,” Alex gasps, glancing around to be sure they’re not seen by tourists.

    Brick continues to prod into Alex, with knuckles and fingertips, slowly opening him. He’s good with his hands, with his fingers, and he’s drawn more cum out of men with them than others have with their dicks. Not that he’s above a good honest fuck.

    Alex gets up on his knees and loosens his shorts, giving Brick greater access, and Brick works fingers into him, one, two, three, and then deeper, past his knuckles, slowly pumping into his husband.

    Alex straddles his husband’s thigh, dropping at his waist to kiss him, his tongue probing Brick’s mouth as Brick’s fingers do the same to his ass.

    They could do this for hours, kissing like this, but Alex rises back up to keep watch.

    Brick gets off on the expressions of pleasure running over Alex’s handsome face. The way his half closed amber eyes roll in his head when he grinds his hips down onto Brick’s fingers in him. Early on Brick had bragged to his friends that based on photos of his grandfather and dad Alex would still be a catch years later. And he is. 

    Alex jerks himself off with a fist in his shorts as Brick finger fucks him, a moment of rare abandonment between them. They used to do things like this all the time, and now Brick can’t think why they ever stopped?  He doesn’t care if he gets off himself, just seeing the pleasure he gave Alex is enough.

    Brick’s fingers find their target, a firm presence, Alex’s prostate, and his husband groans at his touch. Brick smiles like a hunter – he knows what he’s doing, and he knows how this will end.

    Alex opens the front of his shorts so his thick cock juts out, oozing the clear precum Brick is nudging out of him. He lifts some on his finger and presses it to Brick’s mouth to suck off.  Look at what you’re doing to me, his expression says.

    He jerks himself more urgently, grinding his ass down onto Brick’s hand. When he does cum, he gasps like a caught animal, his load streaking Brick’s arm and shirt with white jets.

    Fuck yes, Brick thinks, feeling his husband’s insides contract around his fingers, and the heart in him pounding rapidly.

    He removes his hand only to shove it into his own shorts, the sunblock smeared fingers and palm on his own cock. As Alex begins to dismount his legs, Brick stops him.

    “Stay there,” he says. 

    He likes the sight of his husband over him, the nearness of him, the way he smiles, so loving and knowingly of everything Brick is, in a way no other man – not even clever Vincent – could.

    “Yeah baby,” Alex whispers, grinding his hips against him as Brick jerks off more intensely.

    Even feeling so good it’s hard to cum, there in the open, expecting to be caught. And if he’s honest, it feels awkward and vulnerable to keep going when Alex’s already cum. 

    “Fuck,” he whispers, he’s so close.

    He closes his eyes and grasps at Alex’s side, sliding a hand through the gaping bro tank to feel his furry abs, something that always turns him on. Images of his husband and of Vincent flit and shift under his eyelids, sometimes one, them the other. He even sees them fucking each other, and when he thinks of Alex cumming on his leg moments ago it becomes Vincent, and then Brick himself, pumping a load out of his ruddy cock.

    He feels something against his face and opens his eyes. Alex has pulled the opening of his bro tank to reveal more of his broad shoulder and chest, pressing the muscular deltoids and supple pecs to Brick’s face. 

    Brick gasps with an acute vulnerability at how Alex knows him, knows what he craves most.

    “Oh fuck,” he gasps, and shoots his load onto his belly, leaving him shuddering as Alex runs fingers through his thick hair. 

    “That’s it,” Alex whispers, and lowers himself to kiss Brick, covering him with his own body.

    7.

    Volcanoes and their study, volcanology, are named for the Roman god Vulcan, husband to Venus, patron of fire, metalworker to the Olympians, and father of the legendary sixth king of Rome via a disembodied phallus that rose from the ashes of a sacred hearth. (Pliny the Elder disputes this last point, but then again, how reliable is his judgment?)

    Vulcan forged Cupid’s magical arrows which triggered love at first hit, and Mercury’s winged helmet. When that trickster god brought Vulcan news of his wife’s infidelity, Vulcan threw himself into his work with such fury that red hot sparks flew from his forge in Mount Etna. (Named from the Greek “aitne”, meaning “I burn”.) Though the marriage of Vulcan and Venus was by no means conventional, their union remained bound by forces more powerful and more subtle than Vulcan’s own steely creations.

    Volcanologists speak of volcanic activity as they might animals: active, restless, extinct. Volcanoes that are not currently erupting but may do so in the future are termed dormant, though experts take the long view of this timescale. The power within volcanoes can lie sleeping for what seems like an eternity: a single eruption within the past 10,000 years is enough for a volcano to be considered active, not extinct.

    Although humans have studied volcanoes since ancient times, there is still no accurate way to predict the precise moment of eruption.The effects can be swift and cataclysmic or slow-moving and insidious. No wonder that volcanoes – like mythology, like passion – continue to fascinate.

    And so the surveyors watch them with anticipation, to understand the signals that may indicate an eruption will happen soon, the potential hazards, their personalities and behavior – yes, it’s true, they do – and how best to be near their extraordinary stirrings.  

    8.

    Brick dozes again on the train back to Rome. He’s more tired now, and his mind wanders as the sun and shade flicker on his closed eyelids. 

    He’s back in the hotel room with Vincent, but the room shifts from the one they were in, and the room there in Rome. Maybe all hotel rooms are the same room. Liminal spaces, the domain of trickster gods. Lying there after cumming, Vincent nimbly revealing his heart with invisible fingers, Brick barely even realizing it until he’s exposed. 

    The train lurches Brick into the present. He slides a hand between  Alex’s thigh and his seat, the way he once did in the early days of dating.

    He thinks of the picnic at Pompeii. Of kissing Alex. Of their first time together, years ago. How Alex’s wrist moves with tiny jerks as he sketches. And then he’s with Vincent again, in a hotel room, in the past. 

    Vincent asked him a last question. What do you love most about your husband? 

    He’s sought to answer it for himself since.

    They grab a bite to eat back in Rome. Not the full meal the Italians like. They’re a little too weary and grimy from the long day. And they long to get back to their room, their bed.

    You can’t dig a hole to plant a tree in Rome without uncovering some relic. History keeps resurfacing, resisting the forgetfulness of man. 

    In a corridor outside their hotel room there is a sixteenth-century fresco, discovered during restorations and left exposed beneath a glass panel. Faded and serene, a Madonna and Child  gaze at each other against a pale receding landscape. Alex knows the artist, of course, but all Brick can think about is the wonder of perspective; how amazing it must have been when Renaissance artists realized they could use triangles to make the viewer focus on what was important and allow the rest to fade into the background. 

    In their room Brick showers, and then Alex, leaving Brick to settle into the cool white sheets.

    Brick glances at Alex’s notebook, lying open where he tossed it next to his phone charger. The name “Pompeii” is doodled across an entire page. For the two i’s at the end, slight figures of two men on their sides, pressed against each other, the dots as their heads. 

    What do you love most about your husband?

    Who asks their side piece a question like that? Vulpes vulpes. Prince of foxes. Trickster, disrupter.

    But he knows the answer to Vincent’s question. He knows the answer is not for Vincent, has never been meant for Vincent. 

    He once would have said what he loved most was the physical. Alex’s amber eyes. The serpentine line of the small of his back and ass. How he filled out his shirts. 

    One afternoon, when they were first dating, Alex rose from the bed after sex and as he walked out of the room the setting sun shone on the curve of his shoulder. Brick’s heart unexpectedly lurched. He thought at that moment that Alex might be the one, though he’d never believed in such a thing before.

    But years later, what he loves most is how Alex still surprises him, whether it’s his righteousness over an injustice, or his boyish excitement over art. There’s a fire in his husband that never goes out. He could never see his life without him.

    “It feels good to get the dust cleaned off,” Alex says, coming out of the bathroom and rubbing a towel over his torso. 

    “And you look good,” Brick replies. 

    “Speaking of good looking,” Alex says, and crawls into their bed, between Brick’s legs, to get his cock into his mouth.

    They play at sex, exploring each other’s bodies anew. Eventually they fall into position to snuggle, chest to back, Brick’s arms around Alex. It’s as pure and good a physical sensation as he’s ever known. 

    When his time does come, Brick thinks, when there’s no escape, he hopes it’ll be the two of them wrapped together like this, like the figures in Pompeii. He wants it to never end. He’d be perfectly content.

    It’s a design flaw of modern cities that there are so few active volcanoes, he thinks, nodding off, kissing Alex’s back. They could do a tour of them, he guesses, and begins to count off those he can think of. Mount Fuji, Mount St. Helens and Kīlauea. He knows there are others too, but before he can think of them all he rests his eyes, and sleeps.

    – END –

  • The Porn Star

    Matt and I stood there in shock as Rocky stood on his own and Willy wrapped him in an embrace.

    I said, “I thought your last name was Turner?”

    Matt nodded, “it is, Uncle William is my mom’s brother, her maiden name was Thomson.”

    Rocky had a tear running down his cheek, he asked, “what are you doing here Willy?”

    Willy wiped his own tear away, “I am moving in, my room is across the hall.”

    I quickly moved a chair next to Rocky’s so he and Willy could sit down, I was worried they might fall. Matt and I helped them sit down as Willy took Rocky’s hand and looked into each other’s eyes.

    Matt and I stepped back and let them talk, Matt asked, “so that’s the Rocky that Uncle William always talked about.”

    I nodded, “it appears so, I have heard a lot about your uncle over the last few months that I have worked here. Has he always lived here in Des Moines?”

    Matt shook his head, “we actually lived in Urbandale, it’s just west of the city.”

    I asked, “so he lives with you?”

    He said, “well, not with me, but he lived with my family while I was growing up. We have always been close, and he always talked about Rocky, I guess I should have helped him try to track him down before now.”

    I chuckled, “Yeah, Rocky said the same thing.”

    Matt asked, “so Rocky has always been in the area?”

    I said, “no, he moved out to California in 1960, after he was kicked out the house when he was 16. He moved back in 1982.”

    Matt sighed, “damn, I wish we would have searched for him sooner, look how happy they look.”

    I smiled, “yes, they do. So, your uncle never left the area?”

    He said, “the story my mom told me was that Uncle William and a who I assume was Rocky got caught messing around. My grandpa kicked him out of the house, just like Rocky, I guess. Uncle William didn’t have any real friends to stay with and it sounded like he lived on the streets for a while that summer. He got a job at a manufacturing plant, they made parts for the John Deere tractor plant that is in the Quad Cities. He started out sweeping floors while he finished his last two years of high school and found himself a small apartment. After high school, he continued working while he went to a community college to learn accounting. He went from sweeping floors to an inventory clerk, then worked his way into the accounting department. He retired about twenty years ago as the manager of the accounts payable department.”

    I said, “wow, he really made something out of himself.”

    Matt nodded, “yeah, everything he had, he worked for.

    I asked, “when did he move in with your family?”

    He said, “Uncle William was two years older than my mom, he was already working when my mom graduated from high school. My mom started working at an insurance company as a secretary, that is where she met my dad. I year later they got married and my mom quit after the wedding to become a housewife, as was common in the sixties. A year later my sister was born, I was born three years later. They were able to buy a small house right after I was born. Mom had kept in touch with Uncle William, but Grandpa and Grandma refused to acknowledge William’s existence. When I was 5, grandpa died from a heart attack and a year later grandma died from breast cancer. Mom called Uncle William to tell him, he just said he was sorry to hear that, but it didn’t really mean anything to him. My mom understood because of the way he had been treated.”

    I said, “at least your mom was trying stay close to him.”

    Matt nodded, “yeah, he was her brother and she loved him. Uncle William was always glad to talk to her, but I think it had been close to five years since they actually seen each other. When mom and dad went to settle my grandparent’s estate, they discovered that there was more there than they expected. My dad told mom that she should give Uncle William his share. About that time, mom found out that she was pregnant with my little brother. She called William to tell him and also told him that her and dad wanted to give him his share of his parents’ estate. He resisted at first, but my dad went to talk to him in person, he convinced William how much my mom wanted him in our lives. That next Sunday, he came to our house for dinner, and I met him for the first time. My sister and I loved from the moment he walked in the house, he also fell in love with us.”

    I felt a tear start to form in my eye, “I’m so glad your parents were persistent, and William had a family in his life.”

    Mat smiled, “yeah, so am I. Since my brother was coming, mom and dad decided to look for a bigger house. Dad found a duplex, it was actually a house with an apartment built on, it had a separate entrance and garage. They used the money from my grandparents for the down payment and my parents and Uncle William both made monthly payments. Uncle William owned his side, and we owned our side. Uncle William ate dinner at our house every Sunday night and I would go to his house all the time, so did my sister and brother. Mom always told him to tell us to go home if we were bothering him, he never did.”

    I asked, “where are your parents now?”

    Matt said, “Dad passed away five years ago. We sold the house and mom and Uncle William moved into a two-bedroom apartment, so they could take care of each other. When my wife and got married we continued to go to my parents’ house for Sunday dinner, and when we moved them into their apartment, my wife and I began to host the weekly family time. My kids had all moved out by this time and started their lives, so it was now just my wife, mom and Uncle William. My kids would come whenever they were back in town. Mom died a year ago and Uncle William stayed in the apartment, I would stop and check on him three or four days a week, and still went to get him for Sunday dinner. Over the last few months, I noticed how hard it was becoming for him to take care of himself and I couldn’t be there for him every day, so I talked him into moving here. I wanted to be sure he was safe and had the help that he needed.”

    I smiled, “you made the right decision, I will personally see to it he is taken care of. We have a great staff here, so you needn’t worry.”

    Matt returned my smile, “I can see that, and I feel even better about leaving him here since he now has Rocky back.”

    I asked, “didn’t he date anyone over all those years?”

    Matt shrugged, “I’m not sure, Uncle William didn’t talk about that part of his life. Mom asked a few times if he was seeing anyone, but just said no. She even told him that if he was, he could bring a friend to our dinners. I did see a strange car pull in from time to time to pick him, I assumed he was going on a date.”

    I chuckled, “well, from what Rocky has told me, he never had a serious friend either. Maybe they were waiting for each other.”

    Matt smiled, “my wife is not going believe me when I tell her about this.”

    We turned back to Willy and Rocky and smiled at them talking and catching up.

    Willy let out a laugh, “hey Matt, guess what, my first boyfriend was a famous porn star.”

    Matt looked at me as I laughed, I said, “I’ll explain latter.”

    Matt nodded at me, a bit confused, “that’s great Uncle William.”

    Matt and I helped get Willy settled into his room. At the end of the day, I stopped by to say goodnight. Rocky and Willy were sitting in Rocky’s room, holding hands, it was so cute.

    I went home and started making dinner for Ross and me, I still had a huge smile on my face when he walked in the door.

    He gave me a kiss, “somebody looks like they are in a good mood.”

    I grinned, “yes, I am. We got a new resident today.”

    He said, “ok, is this the first new resident you’ve had since you started working there?”

    I shook my head, “no, but you will never guess who it is.”

    Ross furrowed his brow, “oh, do I know them?”

    I said, “you know about them.”

    He shrugged, “I give up, who is it?”

    I said, “his name is William Thomson.”

    Ross asked, “why does that sound familiar?”

    I grinned, “you know him by the name of Willy.”

    Ross’s eyes went wide, “are you kidding me? Rocky’s Willy?”

    I nodded, “yep, you should have seen them, it was so sweet.”

    I told him everything that Matt had told me about Willy’s life while we ate and cleaned up after. As soon as we were finished, we went straight to our bedroom and watched one of Rocky’s solo films. It was all we needed to get into the mood.

    About halfway through the film, I hit the pause button and rolled on top of Ross and began to kiss him. Our already hard cocks were already dueling under the sheets, smearing precum all over each other. My mouth was watering as I kissed my way down his chest and stomach, I couldn’t wait to taste his love juices. Ross moaned when I finally wrapped my lips around his swollen member, running my tongue all over his mushroom head. He had his hands on my head as I took his entire shaft down my throat and started to fondle his cum-filled nuts. I was bobbing up and down his length as Ross spread his legs, giving me access to his hole. My fingers found their way to his warm, moist love tunnel. Ross gave me another moan as my first finger disappeared inside him. I released his dick, gave his balls a quick lick then replaced my finger with my tongue. Ross squirmed as I gave his pucker a thorough licking. After a few minutes, Ross pulled me up and said, “oh God Ash, you are going to make me cum if you keep that up. Let me suck you now.”

    I moved around so that my cock was in front of Ross’s face and we sucked each other. Once both of our dicks were covered in saliva, Ross rolled on to his stomach, pulling a pillow under his waist so that his ass was sticking in the air. He looked over his shoulder and grinned, “Do you want to fuck me first tonight?” I didn’t even answer, I climbed on to his back and rub my cock up and down his crack a few times. I then spread his cheeks, aimed my pole at its target and slowly pushed in as I lay down and started kissing Ross’s neck. Ross pushed his hips back to match each of my thrusts. He squeezed his ass muscles around my dick and soon had me on the verge of orgasm. I whispered in his ear, “I am going fill your ass with my seed.” He panted back, “give me your load.” I pushed in one final time and let my cock explode. I collapsed on top of Ross as he wiggled his ass until my deflating cock fell from his warm hole.

    Ross pushed up quickly, sending me tumbling onto my back. He got on top of me, and we kissed. Ross broke our kiss and gave me a wink, “now it’s my turn to have your ass.” He pushed my legs up in the air, folding me in half, leaving my hole fully exposed. He rimmed me until my hole was covered in his slobber, then aimed his cock at its target and pushed in. His nuts were tight against my ass at the same time his cock hit my prostrate, causing my own dick to swell once again. Ross leaned down and we made out while he continued to pound my ass. My cock was rubbing against his stomach with every thrust. Ross’s breath began to quicken, he pushed in as far as he could and was soon flooding my insides with his creamy white baby makers. We continued to kiss as we caught our breath.

    After we cleaned up and crawled back into bed, Ross chuckled, “I just thought of something.”

    I asked, “what’s that?”

    He said, “what will you do if walk into Rocky’s room and find him and Willy going at it?”

    I laughed, “if two eighty-year-olds can get it up and want to fuck each other, I will just close the door and wait until they are done. Then I’ll congratulate them and hope I can do the same when I’m their age.”

    Ross gave me a kiss, “yeah, more power to them if they want to have a little fun. And I too, hope you can perform when you’re eighty.”

    I rolled my eyes, “I will be able to perform if you can.” He laughed as we turned out the lights and went to sleep.

    I got to work the next day and immediately went to check on Willy, only to find him in Rocky’s room. I’m not sure why Willy was paying for his own room because he was always in Rocky’s room. They were constantly holding hands as they sat and talked nonstop. It was still so cute.

    Over the next weeks and months Matt and his wife would come to visit several times a week, and they soon fell in love with Rocky and Rocky loved them too. Matt and I had become good friends as well, and I noticed that he had started referring to Willy as Uncle Willy and not Uncle William, like he did when he first brought Willy to live in the home. Matt and his wife had started to come and pick up Willy on Sundays to continue their Sunday night dinners. After a couple of weeks, they were checking Rocky out too, so he could join them.

    When Matt visited last week, he was getting an update from me on his uncle.

    He asked, “Ash, can I ask you a favor?”

    I smiled, “sure, anything.”

    He said, “my wife’s SUV is in the shop and it’s hard for Uncle Willy and Rocky to get into my two-door car. Well, Uncle Willy is really fond of you, and we all know how much Rocky likes you. I guess what I’m trying to ask is, would you be willing to bring Uncle Willy and Rocky to our house for dinner Sunday night?”

    I nodded, “of course, I would be happy to, I’ll drop them off at 6 and you can call me when they are ready to go back.”

    Matt said, “6 will be fine, but my wife and I would like you to join us. Of course, we want you to bring Ross along too.”

    I was glad to have Ross along to help with getting Willy and Ross into my car. Matt and his wife were great hosts, and we had a nice time. From that point on, we would join them for Sunday night dinner once a month. It was the closest Ross and I had to family, and I know it was the only family Rocky ever had.

    It had been about a year since Willy moved in and they were still the cutest couple ever, however, I was starting to notice they were slowing down. The cane wasn’t enough for Willy any longer, he was now having to use a walker, and we used a wheelchair for Rocky. They were also sleeping a lot more during the day.

    As I helped Rocky into his bed after lunch, he sighed and said, “you know Ash, I’m just tired.”

    I smiled, “that’s Ok Rocky, you take a little nap. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

    He shook his head, “no, you don’t understand. The kind of tired I am, a little nap won’t fix.”

    I nodded, “I do understand Rocky, get some rest and let me know if you need anything.”

    He smiled, “thank you Ash, for everything. You’ve made the last two years the best of my life. I know you didn’t have anything to do with Willy coming here, but it seems like it happened because you were here.”

    I said, “I’m glad I could help, and you have made the last two years pretty good for me too.”

    Over the next two weeks, Rocky was slowing down even more, and I started to bring his meals to his room. I would also bring Willy’s so they could eat together. They would still sit in Rocky’s room, holding hands, but they would mostly sit in silence.

    Pam saw me watching them, she said, “maybe they have finally covered the last sixty years and have run out of things to tell each other.”

    I smiled and said, “maybe.”

    That night I told Ross that I thought Rocky was getting close to the end and Willy wasn’t too far behind him. Ross gave me a hug, and said, “you knew when you took this job that you would lose people you care about.”

    I nodded, “yeah, I know. I guess I got a little too close to these guys.”

    He kissed my forehead, “why don’t we go visit them both on Saturday, it’s been a few weeks since I have seen them.”

    I said, “thanks babe, I would like that.”

    We went to bed but were startled awake at 3am by my ringing phone.

    I groggily answered, “hello.”

    I heard, “hey Ash, this is Carla, Willy just called us to Rocky’s room. Rocky would like to talk to you.”

    I said, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

    Ross looked at me as I ended the call, he asked. “Rocky?”

    I nodded as we got out of bed and began to dress, he said, “I’ll drive you.”

     

     To be continued…

  • Swimming Pool Exhibitionist

    I’m at the swimming pool, cruising for hot guys in tight swimming trunks and speedos! It’s a great way to spend an afternoon. I’m on the hunt for some spunk-spurting cock, and my ideal is getting it from horny guys gift-wrapped in brief swim trunks and speedos. I’m a fit and moderately muscular professional wrestler. I love wrestling, and nothing makes me hornier than stepping into the wrestling ring semi-naked in front of a baying audience with another half-naked guy ready to get it on for the top.

    My promotion is visiting this area and putting on a show tonight. I’m working later this evening wrestling and fighting in the ring, but I’m over here this afternoon to relax and, hopefully, relieve my sexual tension before the bout. The guy I’m fighting is tasty, and I don’t want to throw a boner in the middle of the bout. It has been known to happen to wrestlers, especially hungry and exhibitionistic ones like me!

    I absolutely love public swimming pools and gay saunas as places to cruise and pick up guys. I love checking out all the different pools in London and in some of the other towns and cities around the UK and Europe. We even do pro wrestling shows in some of them! This is one of the best pools I’ve been to in London! Built in the old municipal style, the swimming pool is surrounded by rows of changing cubicles, and the sauna is easily accessible from the pool.

    A big plus for me are the pool attendants here. They are easy-going and always happy to help. My promotion puts on shows in this part of London quite frequently, so I’ve come to know some of the male staff here, and I’ve had my fair share of fun tasting the spunk of many of the especially randy male attendants here. It means that I’m more than comfortable wearing these exhibitionistic cum-checkout-my-arse-cheeks swimming trunks!

    They are crimson red, with a one-inch width on the sides. They provide support at a comfortable wrapping and packaging stretch, readily enhancing my constantly up-and-down nine inches plus of thick, speedo-loving cock. Just the sight of them in my bag and the feel of them in my hands gets me all excited! They’re thin, with the insides cut out and made of a Lycra/Elastane mix.

    I’ve been using them for a while now, and they’ve loosened up nicely with regular use in the pool. The result is a nice, swinging bulge—not crushing my cock and balls like when I first wore them. With time and frequent use and being soaked in sweat, cum shots, pool water, and piss, they have become looser, which causes them to ride readily into my arse crack when I walk around the pool’s edges. I appreciate it even more when I’m actively swimming. I become aroused and visibly excited when people appreciate me and discreetly or overtly eye me up, hungry or ravenous for a drink from my piss and spunk faucet. It’s the same feeling I get in the wrestling ring in front of wild, appreciative audiences while wearing the small trunks that I do when I fight.

    I have been in the pool for an hour and am considering packing it in and leaving. It just does not seem to be all that busy this afternoon. I climb out of the pool via the steps and saunter towards the male toilets. I have enjoyed a lot of fun in the past in there, and I check to see if anybody else is hanging around seeking some action. There is nobody around, so I just decide to take a piss. I pull my meat out over the top of the trunks, exposing the red cock ring squeezing hard at the base of my meat and my dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair. I unclip the ring but leave it on, and the hot, steamy piss, unhindered, cascades its way into the shiny bathtub urinal.

    I take a sideways glance at myself in the large metal mirror, oddly next to the urinal. I have played with and tasted more cock swiftly extracted from wet speedos in places like this than I can recall. Standing semi-naked in the cold and pissing out the only heat in the place I can feel, my frame looks tall and muscularly lean. These swim trunks are made for cruising and exhibitionistically accentuate my glutes and muscular thighs. My fully loaded and unspent meat looks large and thick in the mirror.

    I shake my chopper, and it flops about heavily in my hand. With my piss fully drained, I begin to masturbate. I was just going to blow my load here and now before leaving, but I halt when I hear a man entering the restroom. He is an older, podgy-looking guy, which is not what I’m looking for today, even though I regularly side-hustle as a gay male escort. However, you never know, so I start to do my rent boy thing, and I stand there with my cock out of my trunks, just hanging, while I look at the ceiling and the wall in front of me. I release a small amount of urine to show him that I am standing here with an oversized cock protruding over my swim trunks for a very good reason. I grunt and cough a bit to draw his attention, but I play it casual in case the older guy is interested.

    When punters are interested, they’ll eye me up and down and stare fixedly at my heavy package, which I’ll indiscreetly flex against my cock ring. The cock bulge shifts and moves up and down in a very enticing way. Here, though, with my cock already outside my trunks, I’ll allow them to see it openly on full display and again indiscreetly flex my chopper once more. If they appear to respond, I will pull at my meat, stretching it forward and shaking it, all while keeping the appearance of just finishing a piss.

    If I am renting and the punter engages, you have to say that and then negotiate a quick price, which is risky in a public swimming pool if the guy gets offended at being asked to pay. Some people will report you to the desk staff, which is a bit more awkward but then gets you banned from the pool. The attendants here always tell me to be discreet, and I accept that. But it’s all part of the fun! They know I work as a wrestling rent boy, but they also love my expert cock-sucking, which I provide at no cost to them but with intense pleasure for them and for me.

    As it turned out, he wasn’t interested, so I clipped up the cock ring again, then adjusted my cock for length and thickness before tucking it all back into the red trunks. I glanced sideways at the mirror, then adjusted my package to accommodate the front-pointing bulge, bringing it up slightly around the sides and over my solid bum cheeks, revealing just a hint of crack. The wet material hugs my thick, semi-comfortable body while still outlining every throbbing vein running along the barely blanketed meat. The tight cock ring further elongates and protrudes my bulge, which will extrovertly attract the attention of anyone that I pass in the pool with more than a casual interest.

    So, with my manly man meat fully packed, I tie the cord tight but leave some string outside my trunks. It hangs downward and draws further attention to the bulge in my trunks. You can see that I am well practiced in this kind of thing! I head out into the open pool. As I walk, my bulging swim trunks shift from side to side with an enhanced swinging motion. I sit on the side of the pool and lean back, looking up at the audience. There are a few people sitting down, but there are not that many people in the pool.

    I recall how I once had an escort client here who booked me to walk about this swimming pool wearing only a black thong. He sat at the very front of the audience area, leaning over and closely seeing my every move as I entered and exited the showers, toilets, and pool. I was to enter the pool by sliding into the water while overtly exhibiting my wet package, and exit the pool similarly slowly as the water ran down my back and over my muscular buttocks.

    I was lucky enough to be acquainted with Ricky, a gay attendant who was really into me. We both took advantage of the opportunity that late morning to earn some easy money. Bribing him allowed me to engage in my exhibitionist entertainment for approximately 30 minutes without any hindrance. After that, I went ahead into the nearby sauna to engage fully and to completion with the client and then receive payment for my little, or not so little, show and services rendered.

    Later, I went the extra mile, and by way of extra thanks, I gave Ricky a blowjob in the toilet cubicle. He returned the favour by fucking me there, me naked, my swimming trunks down at my ankles, and him in his staff uniform. He has a rent boy-grade cock of his own between his legs, so it was extra anal fun for me after I had fucked the client. The client was also thrilled with the wet and spunky thong in a small plastic bag I gave him as he left.

    Anyway, in the here and now, I feel my cock enlarging, recalling the fun I had doing that swimming pool exhibitionist scenario, so I dive into the cool water and feel myself sinking to the bottom before I bring myself back up to the surface and swim a length to the other end of the pool. I get to one end of the pool, and as I climb out, my wet trunks slide enthusiastically into my crack. It’s a purposeful and transparently exhibitionistic display for the public to see! Usually, I don’t bother to finger them out again before I jump back into the pool. When I do finger them out of my crack, it’s primarily to enjoy the sensation of my finger sliding over my shaved fuckhole and to feel my own buttocks flexing to the touch. My cock is constantly up and down in my trunks, and my fuckhole, which the trunks barely cover, is always ready to receive another man’s tongue and cock. Well, I am really hoping for that this afternoon!

    I start to climb out of the pool, but I hang there, half in and half out of the water. My arsecheeks stand out with pool water running off the mounds of muscle and the trunks clinging over my wet skin. I was wondering what I should do—stay or go—when a woman swam up close to me and fixed her eyes on my bum cheeks. I glanced over at her; she was focusing on my rear end, and she smiled at me, not embarrassed, before leaning into the poolside beside me and overtly examining the wet, clinging bulge at the front of my trunks. I was excited a bit for being noticed—even though only by a woman—and I began opening and closing my legs slightly and deliberately flexing my glutes a few times in front of her. Her gaze shifted to my cheeks with heightened interest, and she pursed her lips.

    I fall back into the pool. She brushes against my naked body under the water, her touch reaching my aroused crotch. The touch was subtle, pressing against the bulge, lingering as I grunted, and then gently pulling away. I smiled at her without saying anything, and she also remained silent. I repaid the compliment by stroking her thighs while my legs were still under the water. I love discreet sensual exhibitionism as well as the more overt kind. Obviously, both she and I are aware of our good looks. So, we indulge in mutual swimming trunks and bikini play. I begin to erect, hanging in this position at the poolside, and she begins to see the full strength of my cock meat as it pushes hard against the wet fabric of my thin trunks. Her eyes widen, and she is clearly aroused.

    I sometimes wonder if women like the new trend for guys to wear boxer shorts instead of real, old-style swimwear these days. The fact that I never wear Taliban shorts or boxers makes me stand out in the pool crowd. I once spoke to a female swimming pool attendant, and she told me she likes to see guys wearing tight trunks with chunky bottoms. She enjoys the influx of East European guys who know how to properly dress in the swimming pool. I was compelled to concur with her, particularly since I have tasted a significant amount of that masculine East European cock meat in the showers and pools of London. In fact, I have wrestled dozens of East European wrestlers in wrestling rings all over Europe. They’re all great guys, and a few of them are more sexually ambivalent than they would like to admit.

    Nevertheless, I climb out of the pool and stand straight up, very semi-naked and tenting my trunks, while she gazes directly up at me. Her mouth opens slightly as she takes in the unusual angle. I pull my trunks up at the sides, and my penis package shifts visibly, bouncing heavy between my legs. The head of my meat poked out the side, followed by the substantial length of my tubesteak! I wanted her to see how hung I was because that is my kind of overt exhibitionism. She pursed her lips again, licking them, and appeared excited about the view above her head. I decide I have teased her too much and leave her in the pool, turn around, and continue into my cubicle. She looks back at my flexing bumcheeks, her eyes wide with admiration. I go straight into my changing cubicle, then take the bench seat inside, leaving the door wide open so I can casually look out. She looks at me from the water as I sit back, adjusting and squeezing my wet, clinging red bulge in the cubicle. I momentarily consider pulling my hard cock out of my trunks again and entertaining her from here for a bit. Red being the colour of raw male carnality, it’s a great look!

    I reach into my jacket and grab a sports drink, downing some greedily, then feeling invigorated. I always add creatine powder to my sports drinks because it gives a fuller, pumped effect to the muscles. I stand up, staying inside the cubicle, bend both my hands forward, and pump-flex my meaty, muscular pecs. My nipples point outward in the cold, so I squeeze and pull them as I brush down my chest. My nipples are very sensitive and respond readily to cold water and finger stimulation. I drink again from my bottle, wishing it were a big, stiffy full of cum. I turn sideways and give the girl a sideways view of my bulge, now protruding heavily. She dips her hand into the water, prompting me to imagine her fingering herself under her black bikini and imagining my cock sliding deeply into her.

    I wondered if she had a boyfriend and I’m then thinking that if he looked the part, I would fuck her with her boyfriend taking part, but this is not the reason I’m here, so I close the stable door and sit back down. I remember so many times when I wrestled in the ring and the reactions of some of the women in the audience to our very semi-naked displays of violent male-on-male wrestling. The bouts would often get bloody and the women would go mental watching us ripping into one another. Hall staff have often told me that at the end of the evening, the seats smell heavily of excited women.

    I smile to myself and think that, despite the obvious attention of this girl, I fucking love being a man, but especially being a hung gay man and having casual and intense sex with other men. I glance at the mound in my trunks and think about some of the handsome men I’ve met here. Either servicing ourselves and each other in the showers or sauna or going back to his place or my hotel. I’m staying close to this swimming pool. My hotel room is only a short distance away. Typically, we would conclude the interaction at this pool, and I’d only want to finish at my hotel if I was confident that the sex would be intense and energising.

    The same is true if I’m doing rent-boying and interacting with any of the paying clients I’d occasionally encounter here. I squeeze the bulge in my trunks, and I feel my cock rising and thickening. Then I hear a noise knocking at my cubicle door.

    I pull it open, as he is already pushing in. “Hi Iain! How’s it hanging?” This is Geoff, one of the hottest-looking attendants who works here. I pull the door open, as he is already pushing in. We work out at the same gym, where my wrestling promotion has arranged guest training sessions, and know each other well. I thought it was the woman wanting to taste me!

    I pull my hand aside and show him how I’m hanging as I check the bulge in his tracksuit trousers.

    Mmmm. Hanging heavy, I see!”, he says with a smile.

    I’m horny, Geoff! I’m fucking gagging for cock! Give me a taste of yours.” I reached forward and put my hand on his crotch. He doesn’t resist but looks out quickly and shuts the cubicle door behind him. “If you insist, stud!” I can feel his bulge quickly swelling. I pull his work shorts down as he reaches in and pulls his cock and balls fully out. He is wearing no underwear, but Geoff was always a sexually aggressive guy.

    I need to be quick, Iain, as I’m working in the sauna area today.” He hands cranks his cockmeat up and I get off on the cock-slapping sound till it is almost erect and he presents it to me stiff and tasty.

    I wasted no time and locked my lips around his hardened meat. As he leans back on the stable doors and moans quietly, I relish the taste of his man meat. “Fuck! That feels good.” He murmurs at me while rolling his hands in my wet hair. I suck backwards and forwards, running my lips all along the length of his cock with my tongue, then circling around, flicking, and pressing hard underneath and around the head. I am extremely hungry and crave nourishment. I run my hands over his well-trained, solidly built arse with the intention of parting his naked cheeks and tasting his tight fuckhole.

    I love rimming a guy’s anus, especially Geoff’s sweaty and hairless winking fuckhole. Before I can turn him around, he grabs my head, pulling my hair tighter, shudders and then his cock erupts into my mouth as I quickly gulp down the hot, fresh spunk from his tube. He pushed his hard-on further into my mouth, slowly face-fucking me, and I drew out and swallowed every fucking drop of spunk he unloaded. Fuck! It was short, but hot and spunky! He had a great load there, so he must have been very horny.

    Well, that was quick!” I say this as I sit back on the bench, wiping the spunk from my lips. My own cock is now fully erect outside the top of my trunks. I held it outward, inviting him to suck or hand-crank me. I have a heavy load myself. I can already feel it bubbling in my balls.

    Man! You always make me shoot too quickly! You are incredible at sucking cock!” He squeezes his now-softening meat along its length and ingests the final amount of spunk that oozed out of his bell end onto his hand. “I want to stay, but I need to get back! I saw you on the pool camera, half-naked, looking hung, slutty and hungry for cock and wanted to say, ‘Hello!’ Are you at the gym tomorrow?

    I feel used!” I said, laughing. “Yes, I’ll be at the gym. My promotion is here for the whole week. We can train together!

    Then afterwards… Oh! Are you still wrestling at the weekend?” He asks this because he enjoys watching my wrestling bouts, usually with a raging boner going on.

    At the weekend, yeah, I can get you a front-row seat.” I offer. “I have a bout tonight. I’ve been booked in as a late replacement as the guy is still injured from his bout last week.

    Thanks! I’ll definitely buy that! I can’t go tonight as I’m working here. You’ll be on the video, though? Tomorrow?” I nod my head, wishing I could have rimmed him. He has the arse cheeks of a demi-god. Before leaving for work, he quickly glances outside and stuffs his large, wet dick into his shorts.

    I stand up and casually squeeze at my still unspent cock bulge, then take another swig of my orange juice while enjoying the sweet aftertaste of Geoff’s hot spunk and looking out over the pool. I don’t see the black bikini girl, and I imagine she is in her cubicle, fingering herself frantically till she cums all over the cubicle door.

    I step back, then strip off my trunks and loosen the leather cockring strapped around the base of my cock and balls. As I shake and stretch my cock, I can feel the warm blood moving back into my flexing meat. I stand there, completely naked, and gaze down at my naked tube steak. I use one hand to flex and tug at my cockmeat, and the other to wipe my face with the inside of my wet trunks. I sniff and lick at them and inhale the chlorine smell from the pool. I wish there were more thick globs of Geoff’s warm white cum on them!

    I’m on the verge of putting on my gear and heading to a gay sauna, where I always anticipate experiencing an intense, sexy encounter or four, when a man enters the pool and catches my attention coming my way. I am now leaning over the cubicle door, my soft cock pressing against it. I slowly frot and rub my cock against the cubicle door, imagining other guys wanking and shooting their loads over the cubicle and toilet doors, admiring the sexy bodies in the pool.

    My heart races a little as I recognise him as a Japanese-looking man with a sharp, attractive face. He walks in my direction. Dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt, he enters the cubicle next to mine. I caught his eye, and he raised his eyebrow as I raised mine in return, quickly exchanging a mutually familiar and inviting man-to-man look.

    I’m instantly hot for this guy! I fantasize—I hope—that he might be gay and horny for some packed speedo fun. Looking down, I start to pull at my excited, lengthening cock meat and slowly masturbate, pulling my length outwards as I do so.

    I notice a pool of water on the floor. It’s like a little mirror, and conveniently, I’m watching him undress from the bottom up. I want to see more, so I press my still-soaked trunks down on the floor where our cubicles meet. I want to make a bigger water mirror and take in a wider reflected view. He comes out of the cubicle wearing black hipster trunks. I’m not too impressed, but he looks great! He has a toned physique, yet his trunks lack the minimal style I like to see on a guy at the pool. As he closes his cubicle door, he looks over at me. In my cubicle, I’m standing there completely naked, clutching my red, skimpy trunks in my hands. I gaze directly into his eyes, giving him a smouldering stare, while slowly wiping my muscular shoulders with my hands. I step back and purse my lips slightly.

    He stands in front of me, comes closer and looks over the stable door into my cubicle. I see that he is intrigued, so I show him how skimpy my trunks are and then lower my gaze. He follows my eyes downward to see that I’m totally erect now—very long, very thick, and very stiff! I flex and pulse my cock muscles as I drape my red trunks over my elongated tube steak. The flimsy garment bounces obscenely up and down like a flag flapping from a long pole and signalling red alert. When I look up, I see him staring directly at my body over the cubicle door. He is now totally wide-eyed, wide-mouthed and enjoying what he can see. I flex my pecs and tweak both of my sharply pointed nipples for added effect. He looks at me, smiling and clearly grasping my message, albeit blatantly displayed.

    I move towards him, thinking to lip-lock with a cruisy, intimate “Hello!” but he goes straight back into his cubicle. I look down at the water mirror again and see a reflection of him quickly taking his hipster trunks off. He tugs at his bare cock, and it’s clear to me that he’s also working on a decent-sized boner as he now rummages through his kit bag. He pulls out another pair of trunks, but this time much smaller and briefer, I think.

    I kneel down and push my boner down, forcing it partially under the thin wall that barely separates our cubicles. I feel him grab it and stroke my meat a few times, hard enough to make me grunt, before he goes outside. I pull back my jism-dripping erection and stand up to see him standing in front of me at the edge of the pool. He is positioned with his back to me, and the material of his black bikini trunks is curved over his very meaty, square buttocks, revealing his impressive physique. He turns sideways and stretches, then looks down at the upwardly packaged bulge in his tiny black posing trunks. He squeezes and pulls at his meat as he looks over at me. He puts a finger in the top of his little trunks, and with his boner still pointing straight up, he fingers his cockhead, then licks his juice off the same finger. I’m getting excited by the sensual and overt cock display and by his horny-looking black trunks as he turns and makes his way along the pool towards the showers.

    I can’t wait to get intimate with him in the toilets and showers; I want to fuck him. I want to have him grunting and moaning in ecstasy as I force him up against the wall and pummel his arse crack. I turn around and reach into my kit bag for another pair of swimming trunks and quickly pull out a pair of thin, light blue Lycra ones. I pull the trunks on, and as I do, I see the guy disappear into the toilet and shower area. He stops and looks back at me. My erection is so strong that the flimsy, well-worn trunks can barely hold my meat in. I have an erection that is barely contained, raging beyond the top of my inadequate trunks and pointing straight up. My erection is so long that it touches past my naval. I wait a moment, hoping and wishing for my dickey to drop a little, but it does not and will not. The Viagra I took earlier is clearly working! Instead, I wrap a pale blue cock ring around the base of my meat and balls.

    The colours of my wrestling and swimming trunks all match the cock rings I own. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It makes the bulge of my cock more noticeable, which appeals to both my male and female wrestling fans. My cock rings all match the colours of my swimming and wrestling trunks. Just as I always wear a cock ring in the swimming pool, I also wear one in the wrestling ring. It creates a more prominent cock bulge, which both my female and male wrestling fans find attractive.

    A single drop of white, creamy spunk oozes from the bell end of my pornographically hung cock. His eatable Japanese arse wedged into his tiny bikini-posing trunks is all I can see in my mind. Out of sight, but still within reach if I seize the moment quickly.

    I’m stuck waiting in the cubicle, completely naked except for my sexy light blue trunks. I’m so fucking horny, but my chopper just won’t come down. I can’t just casually go out with this massive erection, but I’m feeling too horny to calm down. The cock ring thickens my rod, of course, but that is why guys wear them. Like I said, I wear mine under my skin-tight 501s and always under my swimming and wrestling trunks.

    I take a quick look outside. The only person between me and my target is the bikini girl sitting next to the showers on the other side of the pool. I quickly lick the cream off my fingers, then push my huge, resistant erection firmly into the left side of these flimsy trunks and squeeze as hard as I can. I flex my cock in my hand, and if I don’t move now, my load will explode all over the fucking door.

    I finally get my junk—fully locked and loaded—into the packed front of my swim trunks. I slowly open the door with one hand and, with the other unsuccessfully covering my bulge, do a running dive straight into the pool! Oh man! I can feel the cold water cascade over my frenzied, sexually aroused body, causing a turbulent but thrilling sensation around the sturdy cylinder of thick, erect cockmeat falling out of my swimming trunks.

    I can see the other side of the pool and the black bikini girl from under the water, and I come to the surface just below her. She spreads her legs and looks down. I say a quick ‘Hello!’ and flash a smile, but before she can react, I’m up out of the water, then crouching down beside her. Our skins touch and I get up. My trunks are fully wedged into my muscular bum crack from the squatting position. She also noticed the length of my cock protruding sharply and heavily from the side of my yielding blue trunks! My big, beautiful purple glans are proudly on display, sticking out right in front of her gob-smacked face! I know what I look like. I have a deep passion for cock, especially the priapic fetishism associated with worshipping and flaunting it. My cock is so big, I can suck myself off. I adjust myself in front of her and tuck my junk in again, but leave my dickhead above the overcrowded trunks. I am quickly on my way from the pool to the shower room.

    I am sure she is just pleased to see my toned glutes again and believes I am in a hurry to get into the toilet to pee! She reaches down with her hand over herself, and the light blue trunks partially wedged in my chunky, muscular bum are clearly exciting her. I’m excited and hard too, but for somebody else who has what I have between his legs.

    I stepped into the shower room, but the guy wasn’t there. As I hurriedly emerged from the shower, I noticed him standing in front of the urinal, his eyes focused on me.

    My eyes were on his skimpy black and very high-riding swimming trunks. His magnificent buttocks were, like my crotch, on prominent display. His genitals were packaged to perfection in a packed and protruding mound.

    I have a massive fetish for swimwear, and his arse looks magnificent in his trunks. He looks back at me, then drops his gaze to mine and the massive left-leaning bulge in front of them. I pull on the drawer string and lift the front, and, as I expected, my fully erected tubsteak falls out, pointing outwards and upwards from the left side of my swim trunks.

    My elongated meat is his to taste. His eyes widen, his mouth opens, and his tongue licks his lips. Then he began to flex his buttocks in my direction. I think he’s telling me he’s ready for me with a cheeky bounce of his bottom. I’m so horny now!

    He reaches back and pulls his swimming trunks up into his arse crack, giving the impression that he is wearing a black thong. His meaty, muscular arse cheeks are on full display, and now I know I am going to rip him a new and wider fuckhole. I cannot wait to get deep inside his bum cheeks and fuck him until both of our cocks explode in streams of hot cum.

    I approach him and take a position beside him. He nods toward his package with his head, his cock still wrapped inside his swimmers but clearly tenting. He is inviting me to reach over and unwrap the exciting package for myself.

    We touch naked thigh to thigh, and as I reach across, I caress his buttocks, then move to his front to inspect and squeeze his bulge and the soft, dry material of his trunks; he flexes his cock under the trunks, just like I did in the cubicle, and he moans softly a little.

    I approach from behind him, inserting my penis inside his arsecrack without stabbing inside him, and then I reach forward to insert my hands into the tops of his trunks. I take hold of his cock and slowly want it up to erection.

    He is now holding his hard-on, while mine is fully extended and parking itself inside his muscular crack. He turns to me, and we lock lips. Our tongues fuse hungrily and aggressively. I come around to his front as he turns more towards me.

    We move our lips fiercely around each other and are now enthusiastically and passionately wanking, slapping, and slamming our stiff, rigid cocks together. I press closer to him, pulling his head towards me and pushing my tongue deeper into his throat. Our cocks meet and press against each other, and my erection stabs against his heavy, hard-breathing stomach.

    He reaches down and starts pulling on my cock, jism and cumin oozing from the head into his hand. He squats down in front of me, then sucks gently around my cockhead, then more fully down the length of my meat. I want my head to be beneath his open-legged squat so I can lock my tongue onto his manhole. I push my thickly hung meat harder and deeper into his gaping mouth, but it’s too big, and he gags on it.

    I at once withdrew, positioned my erection to the side, and extended an invitation for him to lick my balls and cock length. With one hand, I reach back and play with my own arched cheeks, feeling the wet swimming trunks against my skin. I move a finger into my crack and begin fingering my wet hole. I raise my hand, wet my finger, and taste the swimming pool water.

    He starts wanking me off but needs to use both hands, and I’m already too close to cumming, so I pull him up onto his feet and start kissing his welcoming mouth. He moans quietly as I grab his spiky hair, pull his head back, and then descend onto his neck and throat. I’m eager to sample every inch of his soft, smooth skin and muscular torso.

    With both hands, I reach behind him, gently separating his cheeks. I’m playing with and tugging at his black trunks, feeling and pulling the sides of them. I’m touching and feeling every part of his body.

    I squat down in front of him, and my mouth connects straight to his solid, throbbing cockmeat. I take his meat straight into my mouth, and in one go, my tongue is embracing his cock and moulding itself to it. He gasps and pushes forward. “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” He moans, and we look towards the toilet cubicle. In there, I can pull his trunks aside, push him firmly against the door, then forcefully enter his fuckhole and fuck his brains out as my seed spills into his guts. As I have done to dozens of other guys here before.

    I forcefully turn him around, descend behind him, and, in a frenzied moment, my tongue is probing his arsecrack with those wet black trunks that are now thong-like and separating his cheeks. I pull them apart further, and he sticks his beautiful, smooth cheeks into my face. He is so eager for it! I’m tasting his crack and then settling on that delicious, spikey-haired, hole. He begins to flex the anus, opening out and then closing in, while I’m licking and looking. Fuck! I feel my juice surging, and I’m about to cum.

    He is slightly bent over in front of me, holding his cheeks apart with both hands. I’m jerking off furiously with both my hands. I’m on the verge of tongue-fucking him completely. Then we hear a noise, which means that someone is about to enter.

    I panicked and jumped up, but just as I was doing so, I shot a huge load all over the urinal! I quickly get one hand in front of my erupting cock head and catch most of the sperm as it splatters into my open palm.

    I was so fucking loaded and horny that I couldn’t keep my load in. I leave a white streak of thick spunk on the urinal wall and then watch in awe as my Japanese fuck mate leans across and delicately flicks the thick dollops of cream off the wall with the tip of his tongue. He wipes his face with my hand, which is full to brimming with my fresh and still hot white spunk. I begin kissing and licking my cream off his face while also feeding him my juice. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand.

    My swollen knob hangs over the urinal, partially softened but still thick from the cock ring. I look down and see that my cock is still hard. The long spear is still outside my swimming trunks and throbs sensationally as I flex it against my leather cock ring.

    The person coming in had gone straight to shower, so he didn’t get to see us getting busy with one another. We both stand at the urinal, holding our genitals in our hands as if peeing, waiting for the person to leave.

    I’m fingering my friend’s wet fuck hole, preparing him for a deep, hard fuck. He smiles and shifts his weight eagerly onto my probing finger.

    We hear the showers being switched off then a decent-looking young man stands and pauses at the toilet entrance. He can see our backs and our swimming trunks still wedgied into our muscular arse cracks. He squeezes his own crotch, then comes over to the urinals where we are standing. 

    He approaches us, then stands quite close to me and pulls his dick out of the top of his black swimming trunks, then pulls his large foreskin back towards his shaft to urinate. He doesn’t make direct eye contact, but he’s clearly aroused with a very obvious semi.

    He looks down, then over, as all guys do, to compare the size of the dicks. I adjust my trunks slightly to cover the cockring, holding the base of my cock and balls tightly as he checks us out. But then I think, “Fuck it!” I squeeze my meat and stretch it out, exposing the cockring and my hard cock. I let go, flexed my meat up and down and squeeze George’s bum cheeks.

    He moves sideways towards me and we touch skin-to-skin on our shoulders and upper arms. The wrestler in me wonders if this is an aggressive act or a friendly one. Either way could be equally horny and my cock flexes harder in anticipation.

    As he watches, I force an impressive stream of steaming hot piss into the urinal, eager for him to see just how hard I can piss through my rigid hard-on. With a satisfying splash, my piss sprays out under pressure and impacts the metal of the urinal

    He turns slightly towards me, with George leaning forward slowly wanking himself and watching with a look of eager anticipation and obviously himself up for a three-way.

    He shakes his meat for a longer, more extended length of time than most men would, and it bounces around in his hand in a way that is both exciting and willing-to-play. He had a good-sized cock and a large foreskin that looked worth investigating and fingering.

    I’m squeezing the last of the piss out of mine, and it’s so satisfying! He looks down and stretches out his semi’d dick, elongating it slowly, and he looks like he wants more. I do the same, matching his pull for pull and stretch for stretch, albeit with a hard-on going. He keeps on coming towards me until our wet, muscular thighs are in physical contact then our cocks and finally our tongues.

    Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he frots himself against me and begins kissing more aggressively. He pulls back, and with a horny, leering glance towards me and my thick knob in my hands, he slowly but overtly slips his own dick, now semi-erect, back into his trunks.

    I get a strong feeling that this guy is into rough and aggressive sex scenes, and my tube starts to twitch again. The pro-wrestler in me has my cock unyielding in its rigidity! He places his hand on the swelling bulge of his black trunks, watching as I masturbate and slap my big cock and George’s. If this guy is up for some rough and heavy sexual action, then so am I. I tuck my cock back into my trunks sideways and am willing to see where this goes.

    The three of us now have our hands over the bulges in our swimwear and are going for the squeeze together, like competitive bulge-play. I push my elongated rod down inside my light blue trunks, and the head flops out the side of my trunks. I pull at it and stretch it out, playing to both guys. I then put my erection back into my swimmers, but it was so hard it could not bend.  It can only poke up way out of the top of my trunks. We all laugh and then I put my hands inside my trunks and start wanking again, using both hands. I look over at the other guy and check out his rear end, taking a pleasing top-down view. His pair of beefy arsecheeks have me wanking harder. He sees me do that and starts flexing them as he pulls his black trunks up at the rear, which are now thong-like like George’s.

    I put one of my hands onto his closest bum cheek and played and pulled lightly at his swimming trunks. I love wrestling, trunk pulling, and wedgie play. I do it a lot when I’m wrestling. One of my hands is massaging his exposed bum cheeks, while my other hand is massaging George’s bum cheeks. I can feel my new oriental friend playing with my hole and actively fingering me there. I’m flexing my hole and I want to feel him push right in.

    I reach back and pull his hand out, then place his outstretched finger onto the spunky wet bell-end of my boner and rub it around the slippery traces of my cum and under the foreskin. I then lick and moisten his finger further, and then urge him to finger me some more. He slides his hands under my arsecrack riding trunks and proceeds to work my hole eagerly. The other guy is watching, and he’s loving it! He’s now got his cock out of his trunks again and is slowly wanking and pulling his knob meat to our toilet side sex entertainment.

    I bend forward and loosen up my hole, then tighten it again repeatedly. One finger and then two fingers are probing my shaved fuckhole. I look down at his now rigid tube, pointing out like a big gun over the top of his black swimming trunks and over the piss-smelling urinal in front of him.

    I’m thinking that I want my fuckhole to take their cocky cannon fire! I look at him like I’m hungry for his cock. My hole is flexing like crazy as he pulls the deep probing fingers out of my hole. He whispers in my ear, “No. You both fuck me.” I understand and nod my head as he turns his body around and leans forward with his head braced against the urinal wall. I go behind him and spit onto my chopper, lubricating it with my saliva. I then push it against his fuckhole. He is reaching back and moaning and gasping quietly as he pulls his cheeks apart. I take the sides of my light blue trunks and pull them upward. I pull my cock back from his crack and slide my trunks over the side so that my cock is outside at the side instead of over the top of my swimming trunks. I continue to pull my trunks up hard into a much deeper wedgie as the other guy in black trunks goes behind me, and I hear him wanking. I then immediately stick into the Japanese guy’s fuckhole, and the bell-end of my meaty, thick cock slides in hard. He immediately recoils a bit and grunts painfully, but I hold George tightly and keep pushing. The thought that I am hurting the guy with my erection turns me on even more. The wrestler in me is big—very big into rough sex and violent S&M fucking.

    I whisper into his ear, “It’s OK; just push onto it. I know you want me to fuck you. You want my big, thick cock. Just ride my meat and push back like you are insatiable for cock.

    As I say this, the other guy that has gone behind me lubricates his meat and slides his hard-on into my fuckhole. I grunt suddenly and push forward into George, going much deeper into the guy’s opened hole as he grunts and moans. “That is it! You are in! It’s big. Your cock is huge!” Moments later, my entire length is inside him as it slides inside his guts in one long push as he grunts and moans in ecstatic discomfort.

    The other guy’s cock is now firmly inside me, and I push back against it, and it slides in solidly without resistance as I moan in satisfaction. We’re three guys in swimming trunks, still fully on with our cocks poking out the sides and over the top fucking like dogs together, and I’m the guy in the hot middle. We don’t have much time, but we’re going to make the most of it! We might get caught, but with our trunks still on we’d be able to disconnect and tuck our meat away quickly.

    Eventually, our movements sync up, and we feel the excitement and arousing pressure of risking being caught urging us on. The guy behind me is really excited when he sees the Japanese guy wanking and shooting his cum over the urinal wall. They both moan and grunt as their cum shots fire simultaneously. The guy behind me pulls his surging cock out of my hole almost immediately as he spunks deep into me. I feel his cum still splatting onto my opened manhole. I feel my own orgasm building as my anus clenches, and I keep on thrusting deep into that gorgeous Japanese guy’s tight, hot fuckhole. I’m grunting and swearing quietly as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into his surrendering hole. I want to feel as though I’m hurting him with my hard fucking. He pushes back at me. His hands are pulling his cheeks wider apart, and his painful grunting as his head repeatedly hits the wet urinal wall is turning me on a lot.

    Suddenly, the water from the automatic urinal flush comes on and pours over his head. That is the trigger as I grab and pull at the sides of his trunks, and my spunk shoots cannon-like out of my cock and deep into the insides of him as my meat pushes harder. I want to keep going as hard as I can! I want to keep fucking him as hard as I can! I grab his hair and push his face into the waterfall cascading down the steel urinal wall. He pushes against it, resisting my merciless thrusting.

    You are hurting me. Man! You are too big! Please!” He whimpers, and I relent and pull my spent but still rigid meat out of his gaping anus. My white spunk oozes out of his wrecked hole. He takes a deep breath and relaxes into my arms as I pull out of him.  I reach down and start fingering him as cum continuously flows out of his hole. I then reach back and feel the other guy’s cum, which is still sticky around my shaved fuckhole. I mix their spunk around my fingers and start passionately kissing the Japanese boy from behind as he turns towards me.

    Thanks! You were fantastic there! You’re gorgeous, and I didn’t want to stop! You were really turning me on in your black trunks!” I whisper in his ear as I nibble and lick at his neck.

    He nods in response and gives me a warm, forgiving hug. “You’ve banished all my stress. My hole feels incredible!” We have all separated from each other, and our cocks hang outside our wet and clinging swimming trunks. Laughing as we release the nervous tension from the danger of being caught out in our blatant in flagrante delicto.

    That was incredible! Thanks guys!” The other guy behind me says:.

    We are now standing together in front of the river of spent cum streaming inside the urinal, and we all unload our piss together and clear the evidence away and down the drain. Nature’s magnificent life-giving fluid is casually flushed away by our piss. We all agree that we were like hot porn stars in front of each other and headed out of the toilet into the shower.

    We wash together and clean ourselves up while talking small talk. The other guy leaves to go back into the pool while I stay with George in the shower. His sexy black trunks are clinging exuberantly to his hot arse as I keep staring at his body, which I find quite attractive.

    You have a great body, George.” I comment while soaping up his back. “I’d love to go at you again. I could fuck you all night long.” I ask as my hand massages his easily opened fuckhole.

    You have a great cock,” he replies. “I wasn’t sure I could take it; your bulge was so obvious, but I wanted to try.

    You did take it. The whole fucking length. You were incredible! Fucking incredible.” I squat down behind him and start licking his hole, rimming his lovely, well-fucked anus.

    Oh, that feels good! You are hot!” He moans sensually as he takes hold of the bulge in his trunks and squeezes. I start squeezing my bulge, and we are ready to go at it for another round. I pull my soft, but very elongated, cock out of my trunks.

    We suddenly hear the noise of a few guys coming into the shower, and we are distracted. They check out my meat dangling between my legs as I lift it up and tuck it roughly into my swimmers. They then eye up the outsized left-leaning bulge at my crotch, still clearly obvious in these flimsy blue trunks. Being so light blue, you can see the entire outline and vein of my heavy and hanging tubesteak. I indicate to George that I’m going into the pool. He follows me, and I hear one of the guys say to the other, “Did you see the size of that guy’s cock?

    He’s fucking hung like fuck!” one guy exclaims, while another adds, “I’d like one like that!” It’s a form of cock worship, and it makes me feel good knowing that they’re talking about my cock.

    Do you not feel self-conscious wearing such small trunks with a cock like that?” George asks.

    It’s almost nine inches, but quite thick,” I reply. “No, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, really, and I know a lot of the gay attendants that work here, and they are cool about it.” I reply as I adjust it all just before going out into the pool.

    You looked absolutely amazing when I saw you inside the cubicle. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the way you were showing off, but I had to have you!

    I was just so fucking horny, as I felt the same looking at you. Can we go at it again? Do you want to come back to my place? We could suck, rim, and fuck each other all afternoon!”  I exclaim. “You turn me on huge. I love how you look in your trunks and want to see you in some of my trunks. I’d love to fuck you again, but I’m wearing your black trunks.” I’m still horny as fuck, especially for this guy.

    That sounds horny,” he says with a dirty grin on his face. “I’d love to do that, but I won’t be able to walk home riding that nine-incher.

    We’ll use lots of lube!” I reply.

    We go straight over to our adjacent cubicles and get dressed. I pull on my skin-tight 501’s and refasten my cockring at the base of my cock. When I come out of the cubicle, my faded denims are pulled up tightly, deep into my arse crack, and my cockmeat is tucked down my inside leg. I grab my kit bag and pull a small poster out of it.

    That looks obscene!” George says, “But I love that hung look in tight denims. I’m going to suck and fuck every drop of cum out of your fucking donkey-dick!

    As we walk down to the exit, the black bikini girl is standing in the pool and looking quite busty. She fixes on my hung denim package and drops her jaw into the pool at what she is seeing. She drops her arm and momentarily strokes her barely-covered vaginal area. I motion to her, give her my poster, and suggest that she come and see me and bring her friends.

    What was that about?” George asks as we leave the swimming pool to go outside.

    I reply that it is a poster advertising a wrestling show. “Like that one.” As I point at one already posted up at the bus stop, I say, “That is me there.

    Wow!” he says. “That is you! Are you a professional wrestler? Fuck me! I love watching wrestling. It is huge in Japan.” He gasps. “Wow! No wonder you liked it rough when you fucked me in there!

    An elderly woman looked over, so we moved away slightly out of her earshot.

    Yeah! I fucking loved fucking you! I’ll give it to you when we get to my place. It’s not far from here.” I say, breathing heavily, and I add, “Yes, it is popular in Japan. I’ve wrestled there, and Japanese wrestlers are tough and handsome. Fucking hard-core ring workers. I loved it there.

    Our bus arrived and we got on, ready for another session of awesome sex and all-afternoon fucking. “You can try my wrestling kit on. It might even convince you into becoming an actual wrestler! The promotion I work for is always recruiting and I’m very friendly with the booker.

    He nods his head, and he is enthusiastic to hear more.

    “If you’re interested, I can get you a ticket near my corner, and you can come and watch me wrestle tonight. It’s one of the late-evening shows, and they can get seriously fucking wild. I’ll wear my skimpiest trunks for you to enjoy!”

    I see this in his eyes—a look of eager anticipation as he reaches down and squeezes the growing bulges in both our trousers.

    Iain ‘wrestler4u’ Scott