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Petrified and yet Thrilled was the only way Kerry could describe the way he was feeling. It was finally all over, those awkward years of High School, and in a few short weeks he’d be off, experiencing life in a whole new way. No longer would he be a big fish in a small pond, as his father loved to remind him, instead he’d be just one of thousands of unknowns, looking to make a small mark. College scared him, yet he knew it would be something he’d never forget.

Looking over the small crowd of friends that had shown up at his Summer Kick Off pool party, he smiled to himself, reliving some of the memories he’d take with him into his adult life. His mom and dad were over at the patio, putting out more food platters for the hungry bunch of aged teenagers. His mom looked tired, and yet relieved too, as her son had done it, had graduated at last.

Off to one side was his father, talking to Mary Kapowlski, who had to be one of the more stunning girls he had ever seen. She was all decked out in a tiny two piece swimsuit that made most of his male friends drool, and a few walk around with raging boners. That was always fun to notice, even though he knew Mary still had a crush on him. She knew it was pointless, yet Kerry could tell she wasn’t totally convinced of it. He smiled at that, and a couple of the other girls near her noticed. They giggled and smiled back, oblivious to the truth.

Tommy was hanging around Mary too, and for a second his eyes grew sombre. He was going to miss Tommy, one of his closest friends. They had met in grade school, and been nearly inseparable ever since. Still, as he stared at him, he felt a pang of regret. Despite their closeness, Kerry had never told him, never let on, though he had come close a few times. Hell, he had many a night dreaming of Tommy, and a few of their sleep overs had been some of the hardest nights he could recall.

It wasn’t just the physical attraction, though that certainly was a factor. After all Tommy was an athlete, worked out regularly even in grade school. It was his dream and he was going to live it. In fact, in less than a week Tommy would be heading across the country to check out his new digs at Florida State, where he had gotten a partial scholarship. He was definitely about to live his dream, while Kerry would be thousands of miles away.

He would miss their late night confabs, their little chats that always gave Kerry a bit of a thrill. It was the intimacy they shared, though right now, he was feeling like he had somehow let Tommy down. He should have told him, let him know just how much he did care for him, beyond the slap on the back stuff. For a brief second he saw Tommy turn and look at him, smile and go back to talking with the others. It gave Kerry an instant hard on, and made him turn away for fear of showing his own arousal.

There was no helping it, Tommy had the key to his heart, but as he looked away, he knew it was an impossible dream. His friend was a poster boy for straight, and he just couldn’t bring himself to risking that friendship for a possible fling. Still the notion of his head on Tommy’s hard body, resting on his washboard stomach while Tommy caressed his head, played with his own long strands of hair, was almost too much for him.

All of his friends were there, smiling and laughing as the party took hold. His parents were good about it too, dropping platters of food when needed but otherwise being scarce. His mother would keep glancing at him, a wistful look in her eyes, though he knew she already had plans to turn his bedroom into a semi office and den once he was off to college.

Glancing around he watched a couple of his other friends chasing some of the girls around the pool. You could tell they were excited too, and he had a secret grin inside, as he watched Damon chasing Susan around. He was a hot stud but a total red neck. Course his father was also the local Pastor so it sort of figured. Yet he did enjoy the times they had spent together, and it seemed that the one thing he had in common with Kerry, was his horniness. The guy was always sporting a hard on or a semi erection.

As the party dragged on, Kerry realized he was trying to capture the moment, unwilling to let it all end and yet knowing that it was. He was a bit saddened by that thought, specially as it made him think more of Tommy than anyone else. It wasn’t like Kerry was a virgin either, he had found a few kindred souls that enjoyed cock too, but it never really was more than that. Sex was sex and he was a normal teenager. He liked it, and seemed to always want it, though in his case, it wasn’t so simple. His friends always seemed to have girlfriends or experiences to relate come Monday’s, while he just listened. Even Tommy had one, and in fact right now the girl of the moment was Mary. He suspected though, that Mary had snared Tommy simply to be closer to him. She really did still think she could entice him, which made him smile.

It really wasn’t a choice or a conscious decision. He liked guys for sex, and yet Mary had this notion she could change him. She thought he just hadn’t met the right girl, but he had tried. It wasn’t like he had never been with a girl, but in comparing his experiences with girls, and those with guys, the guys won hands down. It was just more natural, more enjoyable to him, for which Mary seemed unable to comprehend fully.

He looked around the pool to find Tommy, but couldn’t see him anywhere. Mary had disappeared too and he grimaced a little. All he could think of was how lucky she was, as no doubt she knew exactly how it felt to nestle on Tommy’s chest, to play with the chest hairs or those ripe nipples of his. He sighed, wishing once more that he had told him, but quickly pushed the idea away. Tommy was leaving soon, and he didn’t need any drama to ruin their few remaining days together.

The tap on his shoulder startled him. Kerry turned around to suddenly find himself face to face with Tommy. Mary was no where in sight. He gulped as he saw the sad look in his friends eyes. There was something else in his eyes, something that almost resembled a forlorn lustful look, one he had noticed once or twice before.

Tommy was hesitant, and began speaking about how the party was super, how he was almost all packed, ready to head out to Florida, and a whole torrent of jabber that seemed to just be to fill the silences, or to hold back what he really wanted to say. It wasn’t natural for Tommy to be so hesitant, so distracted. Kerry tried to make light of some of what he spoke, but he was quickly lost among the various topics that seemed to just pop out. Though part of his distraction was Tommy standing so close to him, in only a small swimsuit. The obvious bulge definitely was making him lose track and he tried, he honestly tried to not look. It just wasn’t in the cards, and he noticed that Tommy was aware of it as well.

Kerry grew a bit frightened then, as he noticed the strange look in Tommy’s face, the way his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared even and he wondered if he could wiggle out of this. He wanted to turn and run, but knew he couldn’t. He’d have to brazen it out, if Tommy mentioned it. No way would he, as he tried to keep his eyes from wandering downwards, to that perfect looking basket.

Suddenly Tommy took his hand, and telling him they needed to talk, and talk now, Kerry found himself being dragged into the house, and up the long winding stairs towards his bedroom. Panic gripped him as he wasn’t sure what was happening. He let himself be guided up the stairs, and as he entered his room, his eyes made a quick sweep, to make sure nothing incriminating was lying in plain view.

Breathing a sigh of relief in finding no boy magazines laying out, he turned to stare at his friend, wondering what had him so forceful, yet so hesitant. As he turned, his entire life suddenly changed, as Tommy reached out, and pulled Kerry close to him. He could feel the heart beating as he was held by him, and then his eyes bulged out as he felt the hard press of Tommy’s crotch into his own. The hard cock inside pressed into his soft groin, and as he looked up he saw Tommy closing his eyes.

The long eyelashes fluttering briefly as they shut and then the head tilted to one side and in utter disbelief he saw the head coming forward. He leaned back, but to no avail as Tommy’s mouth suddenly pressed against his. The touch made his whole body quiver, his legs twitched and his arms tingled.

Without thinking, he felt his lips part, his mouth open and before he could suck in one breath of air, Tommy’s tongue had darted past his lips, pushing under his teeth and licking at the insides of his mouth. Kerry shuddered as Tommy kissed him hard, the tongue darting all over inside, teasing and licking at Kerry’s own tongue. His body reacted naturally, out of instinct and he kissed his friend back, hesitantly at first, then with more gusto as the pent up desire for Tommy was suddenly released.

Tommy’s hands began to caress his back, rub and pull at his flesh, as he ground his groin inwards, pushing at Kerry’s own aroused crotch. He felt his cock stir, felt it thicken even more as the blood rushed to it, and all that time he felt the hard penetrating kiss reaching down inside of him. His head grew faint, as he reached out himself, to grasp Tommy’s muscular frame. His hands moved up and down the back, as Tommy continued to press forward, to kiss him in a way Kerry had never experienced before.

It was both desperate and yet passionate. In some small way it felt like Tommy had suddenly gone mad, as his hands moved all up and down Kerry’s trembling body. The hands were suddenly pulling at his hips, at the waist of his swimsuit, and so were his. His mind briefly thought about it, but the lust inside was too powerful. The wary thoughts were pushed aside, as he felt his swimsuit being pulled down, while he held onto Tommy’s own quivering body. He felt the air across his groin as his cock sprang out, then he nearly passed out as he felt Tommy’s hand grab hold of his cock.

The touch of the long tapered fingers on his shaft, was unreal. The jolts of electricity made him stagger, which pulled them both back a step. His legs hits the end of his bed, and he felt himself losing his balance. Suddenly the ceiling was filling his eyes as his backside hit the bed, making it squeak and groan. As he bounced on the mattress, he saw Tommy’s face looming over his. A wild glint was in his eyes as suddenly Tommy reached down and pushed his own shorts off. Kerry could just stare, as he saw Tommy’s cock swaying slightly before him.

Tommy suddenly climbed up on top of Kerry, his legs on either side of Kerry, pinning him down on the bed. His eyes were glazed over as he leaned forward, his long hair now dangling down over Kerry’s face. The eyes closed again, as Tommy leaned down more, and once more they were locked in a hard deep kiss. It didn’t last long, as Tommy leaned back up and staring down at Kerry, he reached down to grab his cock and rub it along Kerry’s groin.

He felt the pre cum being smeared across his belly and shook. It was all a dream, he thought, but then opening his eyes he knew it was no dream. Tommy’s hand reached out and began to pull on Kerry’s cock, twisting it a little but always pulling it up, until the head rubbed up into Tommy’s own groin. The soft moans suddenly registered as he reached up with his hands, rubbing the chest, then moving over to grab at the nipples. He heard Tommy grunt as he twisted one then the other nipple. Leaning forward, he brought Tommy’s head down and kissed him hard on the mouth.

He broke the kiss off, and stared up into his friends face. He saw the affection being reflected in Tommy’s dark green eyes, and smiled. Falling back onto the bed, he felt the growing ache in his body. He was panting as Tommy held Kerry’s cock in his hand, stroking it hard as he too was panting. It didn’t take long either, as Kerry felt his body trembling, as the blood rushed from his limbs towards his crotch. His cock felt like it was on fire, as his balls slung upwards, aching and then suddenly exploding. He could hear his own voice crying out, yelling even, as he arched upwards, his cock flying up out of Tommy’s grip.

His mind was suddenly overwhelmed. Kerry’s legs shot outwards, his toes curled downwards in a painful cramp, as his hips were pushing up, lifting his buttocks off the bed. The explosion, the sudden jerking of his cock made him yell even more, as he felt the hot milk leaving his cock. He could hear it splatter against Tommy’s chest, and his own. The hot load of cream was pouring out of him, as if a dam had burst.

The stinging sound of cum hitting skin echoed in his head, as he struggled to breath. His head flopped from side to side, as his hand fell to the bed, slamming into it. He felt his whole body twitching and shaking as he came.

It seemed like an eternity before his body stopped shaking. His eyes opened briefly then closed again, then opened again. Kerry saw Tommy, sitting astride of him, his chest splattered with Kerry’s cum. His eyes grew wider as he searched his friends face, still in shock by the whole thing. He could feel his legs ache as he panted, his breath short and ragged.

He wanted to say something, but hadn’t a clue as to what. He was in shock, as he saw Tommy stare at him, then at the dried cum on his own heaving chest. He looked hard at it, a sort of confused look on his face, and then he leaned back, speaking softly.

‘I think I’ll spend the night, okay with you Kerry?’

He just nodded, as Tommy leaned forward, and kissed him lightly on the lips. There was no mistaking the affection in that kiss, as Tommy stood up and walked to Kerry’s closet, to pull a towel out and wipe his chest. He tossed it over to Kerry, then rummaged around in the closet, pulling out a shirt and pair of Kerry’s pants. Tossing a pair to Kerry, he then began to put the other pair on.

Tommy looked over at Kerry, one pant leg on, his other leg upraised to slide into the other leg, and he grinned as he saw the look on Kerry’s face.

‘We’ll get rid of everyone downstairs first, I’d hate to be interrupted’

Kerry laughed as he reached down, to pick up the pair of pants Tommy had tossed towards him. Looking over at Tommy getting dressed in his clothes, he felt a small pang of regret. He realized he shouldn’t have kept his secret from Tommy after all. He also realized that what had just happened was only a prelude to what would come later on. He moved faster, as he couldn’t wait to start pushing people out the door.

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I was just about home free with the tasty wench the lads had brought on board for me from Kingston when the attack started. After some mouth play, she hadn’t objected in the least when I’d unlaced her bodice and started giving her ripe melons the attention they deserved. We were entwined together in the window seat of my vessel’s fantail, and, forward lass that she was, she had unbuttoned my codpiece herself, fished out my Johnny, and was making it thick and hard with her stroking hands. I bunched up her crinolines, was delighted to find she was wearing no undergarments, and dove to her luscious pink clit with my lips. When she was wet and wild, I stood away from her and stripped off my breeches. I was now standing completely naked before her except for my black leather boots, and she was admiring my manhood. She entreated me to come into her quickly and deeply, and I was making my final approach when all hell broke loose on the deck above me. It was clear that we were being boarded in the night, and it seemed equally clear that my men were outnumbered.

I had no time to do more than grab up my short sword and turn to the door, when the door burst open and Black Ned, my Nubian cook and valet, spun into the room. My slight but well-formed and flinty Nubian companion was being closely engaged in hand-to-hand sword combat by a swarthy pirate twice his size. Spinning in behind Black Ned’s assailant was one for me too, a muscle-bound Scandinavian giant twice the size of Black Ned’s opponent, stripped to the waist and covered in tattoos. A black giant of a man tried to swarm in behind him but was stopped in the doorway because the cabin was hardly big enough to hold the combatants and petrified lady already in attendance.

Black Ned ran his opponent through the gut with his sword, leaving no doubt that the man had been dispatched. At the same time, my sword tip found a soft spot near the abdomen of the Scandinavian. As both men fell, the black giant found room to enter and pierced Black Ned’s side with his sword. I pulled my own sword out of the Scandinavian and sliced at the black giant’s sword arm just as he was preparing to finish Black Ned. This assailant turned to me with a look of surprise and malevolence in his eyes, and I was about to run him through when the doorway was filled with yet another figure. We now were joined in company by the apparent pirate band leader, a magnificent figure of a man, dressed fancier and more ruffled than his compatriots and honored with the benefit of two flintlock pistols rather than cutlery. I heard a loud noise and saw a puff of smoke enveloping the visage of this late-arriving figure, and all went black.

When I became half conscious again, my first sensation was of a burning sensation in my scalp above my ear, where the ball had grazed my head and laid me out cold. My next memory was of the screaming from the adjacent cabin of the wench I’d nearly won. Clearly someone else was reaping what I had carefully sown. My third memory was the most painful of all. My hands were tied off with rope above my head around a leg of my captain’s desk in the center of the cabin, and I was stretched out on the desk, belly to wood. I felt an excruciating pain in my intestines and soon became aware that the fancy pirate chief had his cock up my ass and was churning away inside me. He and his men had caught me in a distinct disadvantage of total nakedness other than my leather boots when they had penetrated my cabin, and the pirate chief must have taken a instant liking to what he saw, obviously preferring me to the woman other members of his crew were playing with in the adjacent cabin. Now he was penetrating me deeply, and I was not at all accustomed to being used in this way. He pulled my head back toward him with a grip on the hair I had tied off in a tail, arching my back. With his other hand, he brutally turned my head to him and possessed my mouth with his churning and searching tongue until I was near unto gagging. He continued to pump away madly at my ass. At length, he let loose of my head and moved his hands down to my pecs on either side, and dug long fingernails into the aureoles surrounding my nipples.

To try to block out the pain from my brutal taking, I looked into the corner of the cabin, where the black giant, a rough bandage around his sliced arm the only clothes he now was wearing, was force-feeding a long and hard, but not terribly thick cock into Black Ned’s mouth. Black Ned was on his knees, his chest was covered in blood from his own wound, and the black giant was holding a knife under his chin to encourage Black Ned to give him good suck.

I screamed and writhed back and forth, successfully causing the pirate chief’s long and thick cock to dislodge from my ass, but the struggling served me not. The pirate chief turned me onto my back on the table and rendered me unconscious again with two heavy fist blows to the face. When I regained consciousness, he was fucking me in the ass again, but this time I was below him on my back and he was wish-boning my legs out and up from my body. When he saw that I was conscious, he pushed my legs down along my body, my toes point toward my head, and brought his own torso down on top of mine and attacked my nipples and my mouth with his teeth. He was looking into my eyes and grinning a silly grin and clearly enjoying the yelp I gave with every deep thrust he made with his cock.

All I could hear from the other cabin was weak sobbing and boisterous laughter from more than one male voice. But then I heard a piercing scream cut off at its apex, and I started to struggle once more to get out of the clutches of the pirate chief and to do whatever I could, albeit belatedly, to right this wrong being done to the woman I’d been dallying with.

The pirate chief’s fist went to the wound in my head and I saw fireworks, felt maddening pain, and fainted once more.

This time when I awoke, I was out on the open deck, strung up with rope around both wrists, which were tied off on the rigging of a mast overhead. Black Ned was similarly tied off, facing me, not more than twenty feet away. The pirate chief stood between us, at a right angle to us, his legs splayed out a wide stance, a satisfied smirk on his face, and his arms crossed on his chest, a flintlock in each hand. He was stripped to the waist, showing a magnificent barrel chest, and his horse-hung cock still dangled from his open codpiece. I wondered that all of that had been stuffed up me, but the searing pain in my ass canal left me little doubt that it had been.

I watched in horror and fascination as the black giant fucked the slight Nubian, Black Ned, from behind with his long, long cock. With their disparity of size, I thought that surely the cock was making its way into Ned’s stomach. The black giant was bent at the knees and was swinging Black Ned’s butt back onto his battering ram of a cock with beefy hands lodged unto the smaller man’s thighs. Black Ned obviously wasn’t enjoying this treatment nearly as much as the black giant was.

Seeing that I was awake again, the pirate chief came around behind me and entered me again with his cock, sliding in to the hilt and sending ripples of pain – and, yes, of pleasure too – around my ass walls. Two of his men held my legs out while the pirate chief plowed me yet again. The pirate chief wrapped his arms around me, buried his lips and teeth into the side of my neck, and his hands, now bereft of his flintlocks, locked onto my manhood. I was greatly embarrassed that my cock hardened up for him and that I spilt my seed on the rough planks of the vessel’s deck.

While this was going on, I saw a bundle of petticoats, which I recognized as having recently draped my earlier female near conquest, carried out of my cabin and thrown over the side of the ship. The splash they made told me that more than petticoats had been in the bundle.

The black giant grew bored with his fucking of Black Ned and pulled away from him. The pirate chief suddenly tensed and bathed my insides with his cum. He then pulled out of me as well and returned to his stance between us. Waving a reacquired flintlock in Black Ned’s direction, the pirate chief declared that Black Ned had killed one of his best men. ‘What then,’ he asked his assembled men, ‘should we do with him?’ The word ‘death’ rang around the deck.

‘How about death by belaying pin?’ the pirate chief asked in a ringing voice, and boisterous assents were given all around.

At a signal, one of the other pirates brought out a belaying pin that was well over a foot long and several inches thick, and, at the pirate chief’s command, he started forcing the wooden phallus up Black Ned’s ass and rotating it around. Black Ned screamed for several minutes as the belaying pin twirled up his ass. Blood streamed down his thighs, and then I saw his eyes roll back into his head, his body give a shudder and the life drain out of him.

The pirate chief’s flintlock then turned to me, and he told the two men I had wounded and who now were naked except for the dressings on their wounds that they could have at me together if they liked in compensation for their wounds. They obviously liked, because the Scandinavian approached me from the rear, with his long, thick manhood at attention, and the black giant, with his longer but thinner cock, also at attention, approached me from the front, other ruffians lifted and spread my legs wide apart, and two assailants I had supposedly wronged both entered my ass with their ram rods and began fluttering their hands all over my body and each other. The cocks of the two pumped me in counter piston action until both pirates had cum, almost simultaneously.

I thought I had been stretched and filled to the limit, but when the two were finished with me and had pulled their dicks out of me with a sucking sound, the pirate chief asked his crew what should be done with the captain of the ship they had just taken. I once more heard the sickening word ‘death’ being proclaimed to the winds. The pirate chief looked around the deck, obviously searching for something, and then all eyes, including mine, went to the railing around the bridge over my cabin. Each separate section of the railing was topped off by a newel post. Each post was topped with a round, wooden ball of some four inches in diameter that was commonly used to contain tie offs of ropes from the rigging.

‘Death by post ball,’ the pirate chief declared in a ringing voice, and all voices but mine agreed with a great deal of mirth. I had no illusion how they planned to use one of those four-inch post balls, and I began to jabber and sob.

‘Or perhaps you would prefer this,’ the pirate chief announced with a laugh. He then walked back over to me and slid the cold barrel of one of his flintlocks up my ass. With a sickening sensation, I heard him pull the trigger, which was followed by a dull click. The pirate’s crew roared with laughter at this excellent joke, and my knees gave way and I almost fainted again.

The black giant and the Scandinavian were untying my ropes from the rigging and starting to manhandle me up the stairs to the bridge, when there were new shouts heard at the far side of the ship, and we all turned to see yet more sailors, armed to the teeth, coming over the sides.

The harbor master must have noticed the earlier attack on my ship and sent out the Kingston marines, I reasoned, as I tore myself from my now-elsewise-occupied tormentors and backed to the far railing.

Looking down into the murky nighttime water, I saw that there where other small, open boats on this side of my vessel. Reinforcements were preparing to come up this side as well, I thought.

I climbed up on the rail and dove into the water, my presence now completely ignored by the pirate chief and crew who had raped me and killed my companions. They had themselves been caught by surprise and were now fighting for their own lives.

The water was cold, and I was weak from the recent assaults on my body, but I managed to dogpaddle to one of the open boats, where strong arms pulled me up into the boat.

There was only one sailor in the boat. He must have let off his comrades on the other side of my vessel and been sent around on this side for safety and to pick off any of the pirates who had tried to escape this way. He was even bigger and more heavily muscled than the Scandinavian pirate had been. And he was stripped to the waist; was covered in tattoos, including a prominent death’s head; had a big ring through one ear; and obviously was ready for action.

Boy, was he ever ready for action! It hit me instantly that this was yet another pirate. He leered at me, and chortled a, ‘And what do we have here, my lovely?’ as he quickly tied off the ropes still around my wrists on hooks at either side of the bow of his open boat. He pulled my pelvis up onto a wooden seat of the boat, allowing my shoulders to hit the bottom of the boat and my head to bounce off the bow’s gunwale. Through the piercing pain this head bounce caused in my head wound, I saw him standing above me, unbuttoning his codpiece, and rolling out the longest, thickest cock I’d seen that night – already hardening fast. He knelt down below my butt, and I felt a thick finger roughly entering my ass.

The sailor grunted in surprise and pleasure. I needed no preparation for him; my ass was already swimming in the cum of several who had gone before him, and I was lathered up enough to accommodate him. He grabbed my legs in strong hands and hung them over his shoulders, and I screamed in surprise and pain as he thrust himself into me, plowed his engorging dick to the depths of my ass canal, and started a relentless deep fuck that went on forever as the din of battle roared over our heads.

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The sneeze was still reverberating throughout the room, as Don wiped his nose with his tissue. His eyes felt heavy as he looked out his living room’s huge bay window at the rain soaked front yard. Still, he was smiling despite the icky feeling from the cold he had woken up with. Pulling his robe tighter around his feverish body, he still managed to feel satisfied.

It might have been stupid, juvenile even, to have let Gary have his way, but hell he couldn’t help himself. The tall dark haired delivery guy had a way with him, one that had developed over the year to where now he always had his groceries delivered. It wasn’t like every delivery resulted in sex, but man, when it did, it was worth the delivery charge, and ensuing tip.

Here he was, a middle aged man, living alone out in a small community, and he was having more sex than when he lived in the big city with all of its gay bars and clubs. Smiling, while reaching for more tissue, he still couldn’t believe his good fortune at meeting Gary.

He had shown up with his groceries shortly after Don had moved in. A cold had laid him out, and in urgent need of cold medicine, as well as food, delivery had been his only alternative. The ease at making such an arrangement had surprised him, but when Gary had shown up, his surprise had almost made him feel normal again. The young man had not only delivered the needed groceries, but had even helped put them away.

One of the perks of living in a small community he had guessed, as he had felt more himself in that brief moment when Gary arrived, than he had all week. To watch him unpack the two small bags, asking where they all went, was worth the added deliver fee, even then. Now it was more than worth it, since he had gotten to know Gary.

Gary was one of those who never grew old, or at least wouldn’t until maybe he reached middle age. He was tall, about six foot and looked like he didn’t weigh more than 160 pounds. His long dark hair curled at the ends, and gave him a bit of a girlish look, accentuated by his small tight butt cheeks. He wasn’t one of those stylish young men from the city either. Tight jeans was about all Don ever saw him wear, and the obligatory t-shirt in the summer, multi colored long sleeve shirt in the winter.

His eyes were an interesting green, and always seemed to sparkle, which suited him. He was always grinning too, that made his whole face light up. He played sports with some friends, and was able to hold his own on current events too. When he wasn’t working at the grocery store or doing deliveries, he helped his older brother and mother out on their small ranch.

Everything about him was natural. Nothing ever seemed forced and he liked to talk. It had become a routine with him that when he delivered the groceries, that he would go straight to the kitchen and start to unpack them, talking all the time. It was a quality Don had never encountered before.

Sneezing once more, he couldn’t help but smile. Yesterday had been one more delivery that he wouldn’t forget. Gary had that look when he had first shown up, and was taking his time unpacking. The mention that Don’s was his last delivery, and that he’d be heading straight home was the tip off. Don lived for those moments, and while he was nearly 50 and Gary only 22, it never felt awkward.

The weather had been cloudy and chilly for a few days, but it was still spring. The sun had come out briefly, and it was at the time that Gary had turned and leaned against the kitchen counter that the sun had chosen to once more shine in the windows. It had cast an almost angelic glow around the young man, that had his crotch jutting out, his eyes staring right at Don’t middle. There had been no mistaking that look in his eyes, and that wicked little grin around his mouth.

His glance at the sun shining in, should have been a tip off, but he was too busy staring at that fine package that jutted out at him. He loved the way it filled the jeans, and pushed them out just off to the right of the zipper. Gary wasn’t exactly small, and when excited even the tough denim of the pants couldn’t hide his obvious excitement. This had been one of those times, and it always made Don lick his lips in anticipation. Gary always noticed that too, and would chuckle. He would also then run his hand down the crotch of his pants, pushing his cock a little.

The sun must have inspired him or something, as he stood up and smiling reached out for Don’s hand.

‘Come on old man’ he had said and then had taken Don’s hand and sprinted out the back door of the kitchen, pulling Don with him. The ground was still wet from the morning rain and it was starting to once more cloud over in the distance. Don noticed the dark clouds not far off, but ignored them as he followed Gary towards the huge weeping willow tree in the back yard.

From just near its huge trunk, you looked over the whole valley, and in the distance was the ocean itself. You could see the white caps today and as he stood there, he felt Gary move closer to lean into him. He loved that feeling, of the young man pressing up against his body. Gary would reach around and hold him like a lover would, leaning his head on Don’s shoulder. Together they would just stare out at the natural beauty.

This time they didn’t stare too long as Gary broke away, and then began to undress. It was unexpected, and his face must have shown his surprise, as Gary broke out in laughter. It was another trait of his, the ability to suddenly break out in a chuckle or peal of laughter, that always made Don’s heart skip a beat or two. There was something so invigorating about Gary’s innocence, his obvious zest for things.

Don watched as Gary pointed at him, laughing again as he tossed his shirt to the ground, and began to unbutton his pants. He had one leg up as he was shoving his pants down when he stopped, and cocked his head to one side. With a sort of questioning look, he made Don suddenly start. Without even realizing it, he was beginning to undo his own shirt, which made Gary smile. That was enough to make him forget that it was chilly out, or that everything was wet.

It didn’t take either of them long, before they stood there in the spring breeze, naked. Gary had a huge boner already, but then Don wasn’t exactly soft either. His body was always ready, it seemed, whenever Gary was around. Despite the coolness, he felt flushed as Gary stepped in closer. His eyes had that look, that desire that always made Don quiver. This was no exception, as he moved a step closer.

As they embraced each other, Don felt the small quiver of excitement of their touch race through Gary’s body. He felt his warmth as their bodies touched and his mind was lost in the warm feeling. He didn’t even notice the wetness of the grass as they slowly lowered themselves to the ground. His knees were pressing into the wet grass, as his groin pushed out into Gary’s own body. He could feel the hard cock digging into his belly, and as they kissed, he felt them slide further down and stretch out on the grass under the tree.

He sighed as Gary’s hands began to move along his body, rubbing him and caressing him. He felt the fingers run across his nipples, squeezing them a bit, and then reach down to grab at his own aroused cock. The touch made him shudder as he placed one of his legs over the young man’s legs. The touch and the heat made his head spin a little. The chill not even registering as he too began to explore the young man’s body.

Their kissing became more intense as their hands began to stroke each other. Gary was as hard as Don had ever felt, and his own dick began to ache. Gary’s hands moved to squeeze Don’t buttocks, spreading the cheeks then pushing them together. Their was sort of urgency in their press, as the fingers dug into the flesh, and suddenly Don found himself on his back, Gary on top of him.

The head moved up, breaking their long kiss. Gary’s hair hung down and tickled Don’s face, as the young man stared deeply into Don’t face. His eyes were searching for something as all Don could do was smile. It was enough, as Gary leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then he found the hands moving down his chest, while Gary stared down at him. He didn’t mind the odd little imperfection, and as his hands touched the odd scar or bump, they lingered, as if relishing the feeling.

His whole body was suddenly afire, as Gary moved down, his hands lightly caressing his body. He felt the nerves tingle as Gary now leaned over his cock. Don looked down his body, to see the long hair across his belly. He felt it as the head lowered and then he felt the wet lips touch his cock head. It was like suddenly being lit on fire. He moaned as the lips opened to encircle his cock head.

Slowly Gary let his mouth surround Don’s cock. Then he slowly moved his head down, letting the cock slide in. The press of the lips making him moan as he felt his cock being sucked deep into the willing mouth. His body shook, as Gary sucked his cock very slowly, as if to taste every part of his burning flesh. He felt his head rock from side to side as Gary pulled his head back, still firmly holding his cock between the thin lips.

He hadn’t noticed him lean over to grab a condom from his jeans, but he realized he had one when suddenly Gary was unrolling a thin sleeve over his fully erect cock. His eyes bulged out as he saw Gary’s green eyes peering up his prone body at him. The eyes were totally glazed over as he unrolled the condom and then began to literally crawl up Don’s body. Once more he saw Gary’s face above his, felt the power of the young man as he leaned down and kissed him.

Then he felt a heavy weight on his stomach as Gary not stood up, sort of. He watched in awe as the man reached behind him, to grab hold of his cock. Gary’s knees were wedged tight against Don’s hips as his hand held the blood gorged pole. Don watched as Gary lifted his butt off of his stomach, and leaned slightly forward, the dark hair cascading down over the face. Still he managed to see the desire in the face as he felt his cock being slid down the moist valley between Gary’s cheeks.

His whole body shook as he felt his cock suddenly find the hole. The young man’s face suddenly grew taut as it leaned back against the cock. There was no mistaking the cry or the strange but pleasing sensation that coursed up his body. Don’s legs trembled as he felt his cock slide past the willing hole into Gary’s warm shute. He heard the grunt, the moan as his cock slid up into the tunnel of his body. He moaned himself as he felt the muscles contracting around his throbbing pole.

The weight of the young man was making him breathe heavier, or maybe it was the sudden thrill of being ridden that made him pant. He didn’t care as he twisted his head from side to side. Gary’s body began to go up and down, as he rode Don’t hard cock. His grunting became closer together, and he began to moan.

Opening his eyes, he stared up at the young man on top of him. He saw the head tilted back as he pushed down, riding the thick cock. Don felt the press, the warmth and began to match the motion from above. His hips moved up to meet the down push from Gary. They would pull back as Gary pulled up, the cock head the only thing remaining inside the young man’s rectum. He heard himself moaning, groaning as the motion grew faster. The head was moving around and at times would tilt down. The long hair would fling down and across Don’s stomach, that only made him shudder. His whole body was like a well wound up spring. His legs were numb as he continued to push up to meet the young body as it came down.

Each time he felt his own buttocks being forced deeper into the ground beneath. The sound of flesh smacking flesh made him moan more, and it drove Gary faster as well. The sudden loud cry from above once more made Gary open his eyes. He saw the head tilted back, the mouth wide open as the boy above him shook. His eyes moved downwards, to see Gary holding onto his own throbbing cock, it was aimed right at him and he watched as the head grew bigger and bigger.

He was sure it would burst, and it did as he watched the jet of white cum come flying out at him. He blinked, but held his head stead as the stream of milk exploded out from the fiery head. He saw it leave, saw tiny drops fall from the main stream and splatter onto his body. He felt the hot milk as it flew along and splattered all across his heaving chest. As the last drop smacked into his chin, he saw Gary’s body shudder. The whole body became a blur as it had exploded, putting everything behind that first shot.

The second explosion made Gary’s body jerk again and again. The stream wasn’t as powerful, but it still was hard enough to spurt out and splatter among the first drops on his stomach. His body shuddered as he felt each drop, and his own eyes were beginning to glaze over as he shot his own hips upwards. The sight and feel of Gary’s cum made his own body reach that final tipping over point.

He cried out, his hand suddenly gripping Gary’s taut thighs. The fingers dug hard into the young man’s flesh as he shot his whole crotch upwards, while pulling the boy’s body down. His cock pushed upwards, burying itself deep into the boy’s body. He felt the head jerk, felt it rear back, then fling outwards. He could feel his hot milk as it exploded out and hit the thin plastic of the condom. That forced the cum to fill the tube, and coat his entire shaft. Don shuddered as his hands released Gary’s hip. They stuck the ground on either side, as his body tried to dig into the ground. His chest continued to heave, his breathing laboured as he felt his body jerk and twitch to its release.

As Gary rolled off his spent body, he noticed for the first time that it was raining. The clouds he had seen earlier, had finally rolled in. The wet drops were cold as he lay there, too exhausted to move or even reach for his clothes. He looked over at Gary who was still panting, sprawled next to him. Don watched the rain drops as they splattered on Gary’s body. He felt the chill, but ignored it as he just enjoyed the sight of Gary trying to catch his breath. His long legs curled up and his one arm sprawled across Don’t own heaving chest.

He lifted his eyes up to stare into Gary’s face. He smiled at the young man, who just smiled back. They lay there, letting the rain soak them both, until eventually the cold drops forced them to gather up their thoroughly drenched clothes and race towards the house. Don followed and still felt a thrill, watching the young cheeks bounce as they sprinted towards the house.

A heavy round of sneezing broke his reverie of yesterday. Even the hot bath they took after coming in hadn’t prevented him from getting this cold, but Don didn’t care. It meant that Gary would be making a few more deliveries this week, and Gary was not just good at unpacking groceries, but was one hell of a nurse. Don wrapped his robe tighter, and reached out to call the grocery store, to place his order and await the delivery. He hoped his, would be the last delivery of the day.

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After stuffing my heart back into my chest upon hearing the men’s room door open, I sat perfectly still on the toilet stall like a statue. Had Zach come back for me? I wondered. Did the arrogant young straight stud feel guilty about leaving the urine-soaked queer toilet whore behind with no way to get home? I immediately realized that was unlikely. What happened next confirmed that it wasn’t Zach who had just entered the men’s room.

‘Hey, is anybody in here?’ The sound of a young man’s voice startled me as it echoed loudly off the tile walls of the empty restroom and seemed to settle directly into my shaking bones.

‘Is anybody here? We’re closed now.’

I remained perfectly still, hoping against hope that the guy would conclude that the restroom was empty and leave me to my misery. I would then figure out how the hell to get myself out of the mess I had gotten myself into when I first became obsessed with the straight muscular blond teenager from work who obviously didn’t give a shit about me as a person.

I could feel that the urine covering my head and clothes had cooled. Instead of smelling erotically and warmly of the copious amounts of beer Zach had consumed over the course of the evening, it began to smell stale and a little rancid. The fluid from the teenager’s bladder that had initially driven my mind into sexual overdrive as he emptied it first into my mouth and then onto my face, hair and clothes now seemed simply like a badge of humiliation. To what greater degradation could a human being submit himself than being pissed on by a arrogant young man? My mind and body were filled with deep shame and a desperate need to shield myself from discovery by the outside world of the situation I had willingly placed myself in as the price of my needing to get close to the handsome but cruel young man.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the restroom door gently close. Whew! I thought to myself. I dodged that bullet. Whoever it was must have concluded that the restroom was empty and left.

My body reacted like it had been administered a strong electrical shock when I then heard steps on the tile floor advancing toward the end of the restroom where I cowered in the last stall!

I began shaking uncontrollably as I realized that whatever hope there was of remaining undiscovered had evaporated instantly upon the sound those approaching steps.

‘Man, are you alright? Look, we’re closed. I’ve got to lock up now. You’ve got to leave. Can you hear me, man?’

Now the young man’s voice was immediately outside the very stall in which I sat. He had probably looked beneath the stall doors and seen my trembling feet and legs in the last stall.

Only the flimsy metal door now separated me from being revealed definitively as a piece of worthless human garbage who would allow himself to be covered in the urine of another person as the price of his sick cravings. Somehow, every humiliation and inadequacy I had ever felt and suffered over my life came to the fore. I was filled with sickening fear and desperation. I felt the urgent need to throw up, as if all of the sickening feelings I had stored in my body over the years now sought release from their human prison.

I pressed my eyes tightly closed and willed myself to disappear. A sound made me open my eyes and I could see to my chagrin that I was still sitting urine-soaked on the toilet stall. Fear again swept through my body as I saw the blade of a small pocket knife inserted under the stall lock and push it upward.

A second later, the stall door gently pushed inward. It opened completely and there only three feet in front of me stood the young man who had served me the popcorn earlier in the evening and who I had slammed into on my way to meet Zach in the restroom for my fateful rendezvous with his hot piss.

‘Shit!’ the kid called out and jumped back a couple of feet.

The young man was only 18 or 19. His face stared at me sitting on the toilet stall, obviously trying to figure out what the hell was going on. His nose twitched as he took in the rancid smell of my piss-covered body. He seemed to have trouble processing the scene before him.

‘Man, what the . . . . I mean, what the hell . . .’ The kid’s words trailed off each time, unable to make sense of what he was seeing in front of him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the kid finally cocked his head, paused for a moment, and then spoke: ‘Dude, is that piss? You are fuckin’ covered in piss, man?’

I could feel him continuing to stare at me as I looked down at the tile floor filled with humiliation and shame.

‘Dude, I asked you a question. Are you fuckin’ covered in piss?’

The young man’s tone had become a little commanding and I found myself instinctively needing to respond his question. Somehow, Zach’s rough treatment of me over the course of the evening had trained my mind and body to automatically react with obedience whenever a young straight stud made a demand of me.

I looked up from the floor and into the young man’s handsome face.

Whatever was left of my independent will vanished as I stared into the teenager’s beautiful, demanding brown eyes.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I responded without consciously forming the thought in my head.

A puzzled look crossed the kid’s face and he just returned my gaze for a few moments.

‘What the fuck . . . .’ the kid said to no one in particular.

‘What kind of crazy shit is going’ on here, man? Did you fuckin’ piss on yourself?’

I paused in responding, but this time only for the briefest of moments. Although I was still filled with humiliation, my instinctive need to respond honestly to this young teenager’s probing questions had command value over me.

‘No, Sir. The guy I was with covered me in his piss, Sir.’

‘Dude, why the fuck are you calling me ‘Sir’?’

‘I don’t know, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.’ I found myself lying in response to this question, because even after all that had happened to me over the course of the night admitting that I wanted and needed to be controlled by such a young fucking teenager in a drive-in movie theater restroom was too much for me. There seemed to be a tiny part of me that was stubbornly and implausibly clinging to the idea that I really wasn’t the piece of urine-covered human garbage I had so obviously become.

‘Do you want me to call the police, man?’

My first thought was that the kid was saying he was going to turn me into the police for being such a motherfucking twisted queer.

‘If he did that to you . . . I don’t know, man. That must be some kind of crime, right?’

Jeez, the kid was asking if I wanted him to call the police to report what Zach had done to me in the restroom. Fuck, that was the very LAST thing I wanted at that moment.

‘No, Sir. He didn’t do anything wrong, Sir. I . . . . I mean, I . . . .’ I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.

‘Dude, what the fuck are you saying? Are you saying you WANTED that guy to piss on you?’

‘Sir, I . . . . I . . . wasn’t able to take all of his piss inside me and he punished me by emptying the rest of it onto the outside of me.’

The kid again paused, trying to process my comment and the implications.

‘Fuck, dude! Are you telling me you WANTED to take that guy’s fuckin’ piss into your mouth?’

‘Yes, Sir. I wanted to drink him down, but I started choking on his flow. He got angry and punished me by hosing me down with the rest of his piss.’

The kid’s right hand reached over to his crotch and my eyes watched as he rearranged its contents.

‘So, man, what happened to your queer buddy?’

‘Oh, no, Sir. He isn’t queer, Sir. He was just using me as his toilet.’

‘That’s some fuckin’ twisted shit, dude. Are you really telling me you wanted him to do that shit to you?’

‘Yes, Sir. I mean, at first I didn’t — or at least I didn’t think I did. But, yes, Sir. I did want him to use me however he wanted, Sir.’

‘So where did he go?’

‘He left, Sir. He said he didn’t want a piss-covered queer stinking up his nice car.’

‘How are you gonna get home, man?’

‘I don’t know, Sir.’

The kid again paused for a moment before speaking.

‘What’s it worth to you, dude?’

I didn’t know what the kid was asking and just stared at his handsome young face in confusion.

‘I mean, what would you be willing to do for a ride home?’

‘Oh. . . . I, well, I mean . . . . I don’t know, Sir.’

‘Again with the ‘Sir’? You really are one screwed-up queer, you know that, man?’

I couldn’t see any reason to argue with the young man’s statement about me.

‘Like I said, what would you be willing to do for a ride home?’

‘Well, Sir, I don’t know. You know, maybe I could, you know, satisfy you. . . .’

‘Satisfy me? What the fuck does that mean, queer?’

‘Sir, you know . . . . I could maybe, you know, suck you, Sir. . . .’

‘Suck me? You wanna the suck the cock of a 18-year-old? That is really twisted. I’m not a queer, faggot. I like girls.’

‘Oh, Sir. It isn’t queer to have a guy suck your cock, Sir. You’re just a man who needs to get off into someone.’

‘Like I said, queer, I’m into girls, not guys. I don’t want no queer touching me.’

‘Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir. Sorry, Sir.’

‘Well, one thing I’ll say for you, dude. You’re sure a fuckin’ polite queer!’

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I replied, although it seemed like an odd compliment.

‘You got any money, dude?’

I stared at the kid quizzically.

‘Do you got any cash on you?’

I reach for my wallet, which had been protected in my back pocket from Zach’s urine. I took out the $40 I had in there and the kid took it from my hand.

‘Maybe we can work something out, after all,’ the kid said as he tucked the cash into his jeans pocket.

The boy reached for the zipper on his jeans and pulled it down in one fluid motion.

I figured he had changed his mind about getting a blowjob.

He reached inside his jeans and white boxers and pulled out his cock.

It wasn’t really big, but it seemed half-hard and was uncut. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, at least not this close up. The head was almost completed covered by skin and I stared at it in fascination, wondering what it would feel and taste like in my mouth.

The teenager began gently tugging at the skin of his cock, exposing the head.

I concluded this was my cue to begin serving him. Closing my eyes and opening my mouth, I slowly moved my head forward to take the kid’s uncut cock into my mouth.

I immediately felt my mouth being filled with a hot fluid. My eyes shot open to find the young teenager’s uncut cock directly in front of my face spraying the contents of his bladder into my mouth. I was startled and didn’t react for a second as my mouth was being filled. The kid’s urine was warm and stinky.

A moment later, I swallowed involuntarily and began coughing and choking on the kid’s hot piss.

Undeterred, the kid simply hosed my face and body down with the contents of his bladder. He must not have taken a piss all night, because it felt like he unloaded a gallon of smelly urine onto me. I just sat submissively on the toilet seat stall with my eyes closed as he sprayed me with his piss. It never occurred to me to protest the 18-year-old boy’s use of me as his urinal. Zach had trained me sufficiently for me to know instinctively that I needed to submit to being used by young men however they wanted.

The kid’s flow did eventually slow and then stop. My eyes stung as I slowly opened them and looked at the kid’s cock directly in front of my face. The teenager was still holding it with his hand and it was now completely hard.

I looked up at the boy’s face to find him staring down at me with an expression I couldn’t read.

A second later, with some difficulty the kid stuffed his stiff cock back into his pants and pulled up the zipper.

‘In the utility room in the corner there’s a water facet and hose we use to wash down the restroom floors. Use that to hose down yourself and this fuckin’ stinkin’ stall. There are some towels in there, too. Get yourself and this stall cleaned up as best you can. I’m going to finish closing up and you can meet me outside the rear entrance in 10 minutes. I’ll give you a lift home. Make sure you’re not late or I’ll leave your sick queer ass behind. Got it?’

Without waiting for me to respond, the kid exited the stall and a moment later I heard the restroom door close behind him.

I wanted to comply with the kid’s instructions, but my body wouldn’t respond. My body felt very heavy as I sat there with my clothes completely soaked through with the urine of the two young men who had used me without protest as their urinal.

Through sheer force of will, I got up from the stall and headed to the small utility room at the back of the restroom. As I stared at the facet and hose, I tried to get my mind to figure out how to proceed with the task. Should I take my clothes off or just hose myself down with my clothes still on? I knew I should be making a decision, but found my mind was not working normally. Somehow the rough treatment by these two young men had robbed me of my ability to analyze my circumstances. I dimly realized that even as my mind and body had become trained to submit to the demands of arrogant young men, my rational mind and my natural instinct to protest being humiliating by another human being had somehow been suspended or maybe even destroyed.

The kid’s order echoed in my head: ‘Make sure you’re not late or I’ll leave your sick queer ass behind.’ Without making a decision on the best course of action, I turned on the water facet and reached for the end of the green hose. Standing over the drain in the floor, I rinsed myself down with the hose as best I could. The water was very cold and made me shiver. When I was done, my hair and clothes were soaked with cold water. I could tell I still reeked of urine and should do something about it, but when I checked in my head for an idea about what to do there was nothing there but the kid’s words echoing over and over about not being late.

I found myself grabbing some of the white utility towels from the shelf and drying myself as best I could with my clothes still on. I was still wet when I finished. Again, I knew I should take some kind of action to deal with the situation, but there was nothing in my head to help me but the kid’s instruction being repeated over and over.

I then found myself using the hose to spray down the urine-covered toilet stall like the boy had ordered me to.

After I coiled up the hose and left it in the utility room, I made my way through the darkened building to the rear entrance. I had no sense of time and no idea whether I had complied with the boy’s 10-minute time frame.

I walked through the rear entrance door and heard it close and lock automatically behind me.

The kid was waiting for me in his beat-up car, which was running and not far from where I was standing.

I slowly walked over to the passenger door of the car very conscious of my wet clothing and the stench of urine that still clung to me. Reaching for the door, I found it locked. I looked through the open passenger door window at the teenager at the wheel. My mouth wasn’t working and I just stared imploringly at the boy, who had a strange smile on his face.

‘Sorry, queer. You’ll have to find some other way to get home. I’m late meeting my girlfriend and the bitch gets real upset when I’m late. I’m super horny tonight and I don’t want to have any trouble getting into the bitch’s pussy. Remember, faggot, ‘Dicks are for chicks!’ ‘

The kid laughed at his own joke and his cruel smile was the last thing I saw as he gunned his engine and sped away, leaving me standing there shivering in the cold in my wet, piss-smelling clothes.

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This was for all the marbles. He had worked hard this rookie year and it had paid off, he was in the finals. At the start of training no one, not even his coach expected he’d go far, despite his High School record. This was college sports, and vastly different than High School. Charles Taylor, CT for shot, had found that out the first time he had taken to the mats.

He still could recall the battering his young body had taken. The next day he had more bruises and welts on his body than when his daddy had taken him to the woodshed when he was just 12 for what he thought was no big deal. Funny how he could remember those little bits and pieces of home, even now as he stood next to the coach, listening to the strategy being played out. His turn was coming, but for now they were concentrating on the match between their heavyweight and Michigan’s.

They needed the win badly, if they had any hope of securing the team trophy. If not, it would all rest on his match, and despite his years efforts and victories, the coach still wasn’t confident about him. It irked him too as he looked over at the man who had tortured his entire rookie year. The guy had to be a sadist he thought, as he watched the young men in tight fitting spandex clutching at each other, looking for an opening, seeking an advantage to win and be crowned Champion.

His eyes moved across the span of the floor until he spotted him. The tall young man was standing, dressed in his sweats, wearing his team colors. The shamrock emblazoned across the front made him smile as he stared at the Notre Dame athlete that was to be his last opponent of the meet. If he pinned him, he’d win, anything less and it would be a defeat. Sean William O’Hara was his name and he had an impressive record.

He had put on some weight, to be eligible for the weight class, and had proved the tactic of his coach by coming into this series, undefeated. CT was close in stats, having only one loss, but Sean had won 90% of his matches by pins, an enviable record. He, on the other hand, had only won 50% by a pin, and one more reason for the butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he stared at his opponent.

CT wanted to beat him, could taste it even. To begin with, he wanted to even the score. It was Sean who had whipped his ass early in the season. A whipping that had nearly cost him his place on the team, and that alone made him ache for a second chance at him. He knew inside, that he could take him too, but that wasn’t the only reason. It was how Sean William O’Hara had gloated, even taunted him afterwards.

Sean was one of those enamoured by his own stature. He was tall, well built, and good looking. He had the superiority air about him that CT associated with snobs. Okay, he was good, but it didn’t excuse his taunts. It was those taunts, those words of being called a pussy, of wrestling like some queer, that had gotten to him. No one knew, but his team mates had all heard the taunts, and his defeat had made life unbearable in the locker room.

He was desperate to even the score. Simply the satisfaction of wiping the smug look would be enough, but then so too would be his parting shot. CT had it all worked out, and had played it over and over in his dreams of how he would pin the smug bastard, then as he got up, ask him how it felt being beaten by a fag. That would do the trick, and it helped drive him throughout the season.

Now it all was down to one match.

He had become a wrestler because he liked the idea of being so close to other guys. To be able to grab them, hold them even was something that always made him excited. It wasn’t the adrenalin of winning, though that came later. It was the status it brought to him, and as he began to get into his game face, he realized just how much of his sexual victories were due to his successes on the mat.

His sparring partner in High School had also been a regular sparring partner for other activities. He liked Jay, the way he would sometimes just give in to him, when they were training. Maybe that hadn’t helped his game, but it sure as hell helped his ego. He loved the feel of Jay’s cock when he would reach under his crotch to try and flip him. The press of his bare arm on that lyric covered dick was quite arousing. It generally led to a rather more animated wrestling match later on. One that eventually ended with them both shooting huge loads of cum onto each other’s sweat soaked bodies. No spandex to keep the hot milk from splattering all over them. Just good raw sex, but that was in the past. Jay had gone to some other university, and his sparring partner now was not so accommodating.

Tony was in a class above CT. The coach had assigned him to CT, to help toughen him up, to make him sweat. Besides, he had seen Tony in the locker room. The guy had a small dick and was too hairy for his likes. That and that he was an out and out homophobe had taken a lot of the thrill out of practise. Still, it was University, where sex was supposed to be a whole lot easier to get, than it had been in High School. That too was a lie, as so far he had nothing to show for his time in college.

He didn’t count that encounter on the quad, behind the statue of the founder or something. That had just happened and he still wasn’t sure who it was. It had been dark that night, and had been feeling rather down, when he had stumbled on this guy whacking off. One thing had led to another and soon the guy was on his knees, sucking him off.

The release had been what he needed, but that had been the sum total of his sexual exploits. Training had consumed him, as had school. He wasn’t on any scholarship and had to work at making the grades. That and his part time job to help avoid starvation kept him from having any time for parties, or social gatherings. Besides, he was on a mission to prove himself, so it really didn’t matter that much.

The squeeze on his shoulder made him look up and grimace. The coach was peering down at him, and he realized that it was time. He was now getting instructions on how not to get faked out this time, how the team was depending on him. He blinked as he realized he didn’t even know if they had won the other match or not. He just nodded trying to get himself back into the game. His eyes moved away from the stern face of his coach to see Sean waiting in his corner of the mat.

He was doing that loosening up jiggle they all did. CT stared at him, seeing the tell tale bulge around the crotch, wondering for a moment or two just what was underneath. Was Sean cut or uncut? Did he have a big dick that would make him scream if he took in the ass, or was he like so many, average or less? His mind was wondering, and he felt very nervous as the coach once more pulled his attention away from Sean.

‘Listen up, he’s not that good, he will try to fake you out with that gay slur talk, just like he did last time. So ignore it, don’t let it make you mad, instead take your time, smile, ignore it and do what you have trained to do, got it?’

‘Yes Sir, I got it’

‘Listen up CT, stop daydreaming. He beat you once because you got taken out of your game, don’t let it happen again. This is for it all kid, now is the time for you to show me, show your team mates what you made of. Got it? Get your head into it, he’s vulnerable, just don’t let him fake you out with his trash talk. You can take him, now get in there and show me I wasn’t wrong in keeping you on this team.’

CT stared at the coach and just nodded. He didn’t really need the pep talk but it was different to actually get one. Something the coach had never really given him before, and as he turned away to stare at Sean William O’Hara, he smiled. He didn’t need the coach to tell him about being faked out, instead he had his own game plan and as he signalled that he was ready to the ref, he just smiled at Sean.

They met at the centre for instructions. He just smiled and then let his eyes slowly move up and down Sean’s trim body. He stopped for an extra second or two as he looked right at Sean’s crotch. Licking his lips, he brought his gaze back up to stare into Sean’s eyes. Still smiling he winked at him, which made Sean take a step backwards.

The whistle blew and they came out, Sean looking for an early opening as they clenched to jostle for that precious opening take down. Sean whispered to him, that he’d get his fag ass, and this time CT was ready. He told him that his ass wasn’t for Sean, he preferred to be the top, not a bottom like Sean.

It worked as he felt the fingers tremble and loosen a little. It was the opening he needed as he suddenly released his grip and drove forward underneath, grabbing hold of the upper calves. His head was to one side and he could smell the boy’s man scent as he drove his whole shoulder into the legs, pulling the calves forward and he heard the hard thump as Sean landed on his back.

Instinct took over as Sean twisted and was on his side in less than a second. CT was already moving as Sean twisted. He had slid over the boy’s body as it twisted to its side. His arm was under Sean’s neck and he slid his hand hard between Sean’s legs. His forearm banged hard into Sean’s crotch, pushing upwards as his hand took hold of firm buttocks.

He twisted his hand to go over Sean’s neck. He could feel his hot breath on his arm, as he turned and twisted to hold onto the struggling body. He let out his own breath, and grunted out how he liked his partners to be on their back when he ploughed their tight young asses.

The moment was there, and CT yanked hard and suddenly Sean was indeed on his back. He had surprised him and he knew that this time, he was doing the faking out. The touch of Sean’s sweating flesh against his own made him feel excited. His whole body was on edge as he felt the body begin to arch as Sean tried to bridge out of CT’s hold. It was exactly what he had expected, and this time he reached down, once more pressing into Sean’s groin.

As he did, he grunted again. He pressed his arm hard into Sean’s groin, telling him how good it felt to touch that dick, asking how many had sucked on it. The thrashing increased as he held on tight, still pressing until he could sense that moment. He took it with surprising speed, and in a second he had Sean rolled up into a ball, his legs high up in the air and it was at that moment that he applied the final insult.

‘Now that is how I like my bottoms, legs up and ass open for me to pile drive, you seem to have that down just right, lots of practise taking it up the ass huh?’

The words had there effect as Sean was enraged. He cried out but it was too late as the whistle blew and the echo of the slap on the mat by the Ref finally registered. Sean William O’Hara had been pinned and it was all over. CT had won and as he stood up, a huge grin on his face he saw the dejected look on Sean’s face. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt sorry for him. That ended quickly as his team mates crowded around him, slapping him on the back, including the coach.

The celebration was unbelievable and as he finally emerged from the locker room to walk into the main floor, he felt elated. He had done it, and then as he stood there, he noticed someone come and stand beside him. Glancing over, he recognized his opponent, Sean O’Hara who just stood there, staring where he was staring.

He felt a bit apprehensive as they stood there until Sean leaned over and whispered into his ear.

‘Room 214, Motel across the street. We’ll see who has their legs in the air, and who has their ass ploughed.’

CT trembled a little and as he turned to look at Sean, he saw him walking away, towards the exit. Across the street, he saw the Motel sign flashing through the glass doors. Victory certainly was sweet he thought, as he began to follow Sean out of the Gymnasium.

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Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there – almost alpine in environment – are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well.

Our family raised cattle there and took timber off the mountainsides in a planned ‘thinning’ harvest pattern that supported a construction business down in Denver without denuding the forested hillsides. We weren’t year-round ranchers, though, eschewing the forbidding winters by centering our lives elsewhere and only using the oft-expanded rambling stone and log ranch house for periodic vacations. Anyone in the family corporation could show up at the ranch after merely checking to see how many others would be in temporary residence; the rest of the year the ranch was taken care of by a long-term foreman and a succession of young – and not so young – wranglers holding fast to the dream of the wild and independent American West cowboy.

These cowboys were a sturdy, if somewhat rough and self-absorbed lot, many of whom had accommodated to the life of isolation in a wild and remote wilderness by taking whatever opportunities came their way.

Thus it was that, having called ahead to report that I was on home leave from a European tour and planned to take a Colorado rest and recuperation by riding the range and fishing the cold mountain trout streams, I found Big Bill, a handsome if wind-chiseled-featured rangy cowboy of almost indeterminate age hunched over the railing of the stable fence, waiting for me to arrive. He was leaning his lithe and sinewy hard-worked body over the fence with one booted foot on the lower rail and spinning a stalk of oats in his mouth when I caught sight of him. A big grin spread across his creased weather-beaten face when I drove up in a Jeep Cherokee in a cloud of dust and came to a sliding stop beside the covered log veranda extending across the wide face of the ranch house. A hunky hulk of a young blond I’d never seen before was keeping him company at the rail.

‘Heard yer were comin’ into the valley, Mr. H.,’ Big Bill called out to me. I walked over toward him, and he stood up straighter as I did and set his creased and oily cowboy hat back on his head so that I could see the glint of welcome in his eyes.

‘Yep,’ I replied. ‘Got a little tired of being targeted by all those bombs on my forays into the Middle East,’ I said, with a grin. ‘Thought I’d come back here for a spell and check out whether there are any missiles here as threatening as those I encountered in Lebanon.’

‘I reckon we can find a few here if that’s what you want,’ Big Bill responded, with a hearty laugh. ‘Come for another ride, did you? Wantin’ to go up into the hills again like we did last summer?’

‘Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,’ I answered. I need some tension release. I figure a good ride and then several hours in the trout stream will help a lot.’

‘Doesn’t look like you brought the family,’ Big Bill said.

‘Nope. The wife couldn’t get away. She’s still back in the Mediterranean.’

‘So, it’s just you, is it?’ Bill asked.

‘Yep. Any of the rest of the family in residence?’

‘Not for another week or so. Most of the Colorado family will come in when the leaves have hit their peak of fall color. That shouldn’t be for another week or two.’

‘So, it’s just us, is it?’

‘Yep, most of the workers have the week off to set up for the long fall run of family in the house. I’m yer cook and general handyman, I’m afraid.’

‘Suits me just fine,’ I said.

‘So, do you still want to take that ride up in the hills rather than just staying down here?’

‘Yes, and the sooner the better. Can you get the horses and all that we’ll need together in the next hour or two? And supplies for sleeping out under the stars? I’ve been looking forward to this for months.’

‘I sure can,’ Big Bill responded. ‘But, uh, where are my manners. Jawing away like this, and not even introducing you to the new hand. Mr. H., this is Long Jack; Long Jack, Mr. H.’

As we shook hands, my mind worked over what the ‘Long Jack’ could mean. None of the cowboys went by their real names – in truth, most cowboys out here were escaping something or someone and had no intention of bandying their real names about. I’d found out where the ‘Big Bill’ had come from last summer. I wondered what ‘Long Jack’s’ story was. Whatever it was, he was one muscled, blond hunk of a man. Probably Scandinavian in background; maybe over from Minnesota. And handsome. The sun and wind hadn’t had time to etch his features yet. He beamed at me, obviously a very friendly fellow.

‘And, do you mind of Long Jack comes along, Mr. H.? I think he’d like a ride too, if that’s OK with you.’

‘Yeah, of course,’ I replied, all smiles. ‘I’d like that.’

‘I kinda thought you would,’ Big Bill said with a big grin.

Less than two hours later, we were in the saddle on three stallions and riding up the ridgeline of a spur rising up from the ranch house into the foothills of the Rockies to the west of the Medicine Bow parkland. This was gorgeous scenery, visited rarely by man. The trees were beginning to change color, but we were in a very warm spell – so warm that we all stripped off our shirts. Although both hard bodied, Big Bill and Long Jack were a contrast in fine manhood. The older wrangler, black haired and on the edge of hirsute, was sinewy and on the thin side, with swarthy, leathery skin beaten by the cruel elements. His arms and chest were ropy with veins standing out on top of hard muscle. In contrast, the younger wrangler obviously hadn’t been in the elements out here all that long. He was blond, fair, smooth skinned, and bulky without an apparent ounce of fat on him. He had a deep chest tapering down to a thin waist and biceps as thick as some men’s waists. He probably could have broken me in two.

Traveling west toward the Rockies as our horses climbed into the hills, we reached a high meadow where the air was so clear and clean and the distant snow-capped Mount Zirkel appeared so close that it gave the illusion we could reach out and touch it. Big Bill called a halt at a grassy spot beside a burbling creek, and I was still drinking in the majestic scenery when both Big Bill and Long Jack came down off their horses and approached mine from either side. Big Bill encircled my waist with his sinewy arms from one side of the horse and Long Jack placed his big hands on my belly and the small of my back; both men were smiling at me.

‘You’ve kept yourself in mighty fine shape, Mr. H.,’ Big Bill said. ‘Is what you’ve got there in your pants as nice a piece as it was last summer?’

‘Check it out for yourself,’ I answered.

‘Don’t mind if I do.’

As Big Bill was unzipping my jeans and fishing out my half-hard cock, Long Jack moved his hands up to my sternum and between my shoulder blades and pulled me flat across the back and croup of the horse. He kissed me deeply on the lips and played with my nipples, as Big Bill sucked my cock. The stallion held still, but it was trembling underneath me. Long Jack’s mouth left mine and his lips traveled down to my nipples and then down across my navel, and he was joining Big Bill in mouthing my cock and balls. I laid there full length on the back of the horse, sighing and moaning and watching the snow-patterned ragged rocks of Mount Zirkel as the two wranglers shared my cock.

But then Big Bill got serious at sucking my tool and I looked around and saw that Long Jack had busied himself stripping the saddles off of the other two horses and laying them out in the middle of the grass clearing. Then he slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing a beautiful body-builder’s physique. I could now see at least how he had gotten the ‘Long’ part of his nickname. He came back and played my mouth and upper torso with his lips and hands again while Big Bill brought me to a groaning and moaning ejaculation with his insistent mouth.

When he was done, Big Bill’s lips replaced those of Long Jack’s on my lips. Then he whispered in my ear, ‘Are you ready for that ride now, Mr. H.?’

‘Oh God yes,’ I replied. ‘I’ve been waiting for this for so long.’

Big Bill pulled me off the horse and carried me over to one of the saddles resting in the center of the clearing. He stripped all of my clothes off except for my boots and the red bandana around my neck – and then he put my chaps on again, which left me bare at the pelvis fore and aft. Then he laid me across the dip in the saddle on my belly and tied my wrists to the stirrups of the saddle at each side with leather strips. After that, he stood where I could see him as he stripped down. His dong wasn’t as long as Long Jack’s, but it was much thicker, in keeping with his nickname. I moaned at the sight of it in remembrance of how he had plowed me the previous summer when I had visited these mountains.

He went over to the saddle bags on the other saddle and came back with a thick length of leather, a small riding crop, and several packets of condoms. Big Bill hunched down over me on the small of my back, his thick cock laying up between my shoulder blades. He brought the thick leather strap over my head and forced it into my mouth like a bit. Then he held the two ends of it like reins and pulled my head and back up to him in an arch and reached back with his other hand and started slapping me lightly on the buttocks as he rode my back, his cock rubbing up and down between my shoulder blades and mine rubbing up and down on the supple leather of the saddle seat. I could feel my back slicking up from the precum his cock was oozing as he stroked me. He rode me like a bucking horse like that for a while, eventually exchanging his hand slapping with flickings of the ride crop on my tender butt cheeks. He was making all of those rodeo shouts and gestures as he rode me. At length he reduced his gyrations to those of a trot, rubbing his cock up and down between my shoulder blades more deliberately; he stopped spanking and flicking my buttocks as I felt my butt cheeks being pulled apart and Long Jack tonguing and then fingering, with lubricant, my asshole.

Leaving Long Jack to prepare my ass for him, Big Bill stood beside me, and I watched him tear open a condom packet and sheath his monster cock with some difficulty. Then he was on my back again, rubbing the sheathed cock between my shoulder blades.

Long Jack’s tongue and fingers disappeared and Big Bill slowly pulled his thick, now fully engorged cock back down along my spine until it dropped down into the crack between my butt cheeks and then was at my asshole. I arched my back against the reins and howled to the sky as he entered me with that huge cock and slowly plowed up my ass canal. When he was in to the root, he dropped the reins and I collapsed my head and chest onto the grass on the other side of the saddle and panted heavily at the filling and stretching of my canal.

‘Oh God, oh God, you’re splitting me,’ I cried.

‘Do you want me to get off you?’ Big Bill asked in a bit of confusion and concern. I was from the family; I could end his billet at the ranch with a snap of my fingers.

‘Oh no, fuck me,’ I cried back at him. ‘I’ve been thinking of this for months. Fuck me hard.’

And then I felt hands on my ankles; Long Jack was pulling my legs up and wishboning them, handling me like a wheelbarrow and opening me wider to Big Bill’s tool and the older wrangler was riding my ass hard, just as I wanted him too. After a long, wild ride, he gave a little cry, quickly pulled out of me and pulled the sheath off and fired off across the small of my back. He rubbed the cum into my skin in strokings across my back with his still half-hard tool.

Long Jack was quickly untying my hands then, but not to free me. He pulled me up and turned me so that the small of my back was rising up the side of the saddle, my shoulder blades were flat on the grass, and my butt was suspended resting on the seat of the saddle and pointed toward the sky. Big Bill retied my wrists to the saddle stirrups while I watched Long Jack sheath his cock with a condom and then Big Bill and hunched over my chest, presenting his cock – moist from his man juice – for me to suck. I felt my legs being spread and Long Jack was snaking that long cock up into me and took his turn riding me long and vigorously while I bucked my pelvis up against his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

When Long Jack pulled out of me, ripped off his condom, and started to spout his semen all over my belly and the insides of my thighs, giving little cries of ecstasy all the while, I got the real point of his name – his ejaculation was unbelievably long and full. Big Bill freed me and we all ran down and splashed ourselves clean in cold mountain creek. As I was coming up out the water, though, Big Bill pushed me down onto my hands and knees in the grass and meadow flowers at the edge of the water and fucked me hard again doggie style. After he was done, I splashed back into the water and turned and watched Long Jack fuck Big Bill. They coupled like they did this regularly, which, no doubt, they did.

Big Bill cooked a meal over an open fire and we ate, stretched out against the saddles in the nude, as the warm late afternoon moved into a cooler twilight and the brilliant stars out in this mountain wilderness began to spread across the sky. The wranglers opened the sleeping bags then and spread them out, it being too warm to wrap ourselves in them considering the warmth we generated as Big Bill and Long Jack took turns riding me the whole night long out under a full moon glistening off the snowy Mount Zirkel peak.

The two wranglers managed to catch catnaps between fuckings, but they kept me awake all night. I didn’t mind. I had been waiting for this for nearly a year – and that’s when I thought I’d just have Big Bill to couple with. The blond stud was a real bonus.

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Tory felt like a first class dufus. Here he was, 18 years old and only now finally learning how to drive. As he listened to his instructor explaining the very basics, he couldn’t help but wonder what the guy must think of him. A guy just learning when most guys were busting a gut to get behind a wheel before they were weaned even. Least that is how his father made it sound.

Course his father was always pushing him, making him feel like he was less than most males. He couldn’t help it, he was one of those old fashioned dinosaurs that thought women cooked, looked after the kids, and nothing else. Men were the one’s responsible for earning the income, and working in the back on a car or other supposed manly stuff like watching football every Sunday, Baseball and drinking beer.

Tory felt sorry for his dad, because he hated baseball, refused to play in Little League, and as for mechanics, he hated grease. Least that kind of grease, but he’d never tell his father that. Instead he more or less stayed out of his way, but now he had no choice. He needed to learn how to drive, if he wanted to get around campus and still come home on weekends.

Until now, he could walk from School to home. The community college he would be attending in September was too far for that, and the bus service went through some rather notorious neighbourhoods, which would only make his mom worry. So he had accepted the compromise, of learning to drive in return for his father getting him a car.

His father still muttered about how it was unnatural for a guy to not be driving at his age, but he didn’t care. His mother was happy and that was what mattered. Tory turned his attention back to what the instructor was telling him, making him feel even more like an idiot than his father ever did. Though he had to admit, the guy was rather cute, in a macabre sense.

The instructor, Danny, was a recently discharged Marine. He still wore his hair in that military nearly shaved style. His eyes had a steely look to them that made him feel frightened at times. It was almost as if he would lash out and smack him if he screwed up. Yet at the same time, he was lean, and obviously in good shape.

There was a hint of mystery to him too, which rather attracted Tory to him. He talked loud, which was probably a result of his Marine training. Yet unlike other soldiers he had met, Danny sported no tattoos over his arms. They just bulged and at first, Tory wondered what it would be like to be wrapped up between those biceps. He felt that maybe he’d be crushed to death by them, but what a way to go he had mused. Though he never thought he’d ever have a chance to find out. He rather enjoyed breathing.

As he listened to Danny lecture him on the importance of being aware of his surroundings, of always checking his mirrors and over his shoulder, he felt oddly attracted to him. Danny seemed so lonely, so distant that Tory wondered what it was that had made him leave the Marines, and take this rather menial job on. After all, he supposedly had mechanical skills, learned while serving, and he had been abroad. Afghanistan he had heard, but Danny seemed to not want to speak much about any of his service.

He felt the eyes on him, and he turned his head to find Danny staring at him. The Marine quickly averted his eyes, something he always did when caught staring, which only made Tory’s heart quicken a bit. His imagination always took over then, too. He found himself thinking more and more about Danny in a way he was certain would get him laid out flat, and not from desire either.

The guy had that look, that swagger, that told others to not mess with him. He was definitely not a talker, unless it was giving instructions, still in some small way Tory felt he was bonding with him. He even was interested when Danny had explained the basic maintenance rules of a car, of checking the oil, tire pressure, and yes, gas gauge. He felt insulted a little at that reminder, but the look he got, quickly erased his smart ass retort out of his mind.

Tory listened until finally came the moment to turn the key, to begin learning how to control the mechanical monster around him. He had always feared that moment, but the presence of Danny seemed to calm those fears, at least enough for him to turn the ignition on.

The sound startled him a little. He jerked a bit and noticed the thin little smile cross Danny’s face. It was perhaps the first real sign of emotion he had seen in his short time with Danny. He had a nice smile, and it made him smile. The next step of putting the car into gear ended that momentary pleasure. The car lurched as he put it in gear, and his foot jerked too. Unfortunately it was on the accelerator, and the car lurched forward, making Danny bark at him to stop.

He panicked, and instead of moving his foot over to the brake, he pressed down. When he had put the car in gear, he had managed to not move it done to the D, but instead had it in reverse as he felt it race backwards, sweat dripping from his forehead as the car suddenly stopped. The sound of metal crunching made his hands grip the wheel tight, until they were white from the strain.

Danny reached over, and turned the ignition off. As he did, Tory felt his arm brush against his chest, and he felt aroused. He couldn’t understand it, his first lesson and he had smashed the car up but he was feeling horny instead. Made no sense and the look from Danny didn’t help either. He said nothing as his arm lay across Tory’s stomach, then it moved away and he got out of the car, Tory following and together they approached the rear of the car from opposite ends.

He stared at the crumbled fender, noting the large yellow cement pole that had stopped his first driving foray. Danny bent down, squatting on his knees as he surveyed the damage. He ran his hand along the creased bumper and then peered up at Tory. His eyes were brooding, which made Tory shiver. He muttered about being sorry, but that only seemed to make Danny angry. He glared now, as he turned away, staring at the offending bumper, as if that would make it disappear.

‘Get in the other side’ he said and Tory obeyed as he watched Danny look around, then climb into the driver’s seat. He put the car in gear and sped off, leaving the lot and heading along a side street until they finally came to a rather small house, off in a thicket of trees. Next to the house was one of those pre fabricated buildings, which is were Danny parked the car.

Danny opened the huge barn like door, then drove the car inside. Stepping out, he began to move very methodically, almost like he was on parade. He jacked the back of the car up and surveyed the damage even closer. Then he stood up, stared at Tory and told him to stand out of the way. Tory merely obeyed, unsure what was happening as he looked around the shop.

It was like being in a full service garage, all the tools and equipment. Over by the main work bench, he noticed several photographs. Walking over, he stared intently at the pictures, noticing they were mostly of other men, well two other men. In one there was the two men, and Danny. He was surprised to see Danny in the middle, his large arms around the other two, with a huge smile on his face.

The look, the smile, made Tory turn and stare back at his driving instructor, ex-Marine. He looked so different in the pictures, almost happy even, compared to the sullen look he had around Tory. It was odd to think of him being happy, the way he looked now as he watched Danny jack the car up and then reach for some tools. Danny moved a crawler up and then stripped off his shirt. It was amazing to see, and Tory felt a rise in his groin.

There were no tattoos anywhere, but a long scar ran down his side. An ugly red looking jagged line that looked like it hurt, even now, never mind when it had first happened. Danny turned and saw him staring, but ignored the look as he got onto the crawler and pushed himself under the jacked up car. He began to pound at the bumper as Tory turned to stare once more at the array of photographs.

He looked closer, noticing that one of the men was shown far more often than the other. He was shown in a tent, lying on some grass somewhere, at a gas pump even, and in a mess line. There was a picture of him standing next to a bunch of trees, that looked like the thicket that surrounded the small house. He noticed that there were other similar pictures, of the other guy, at different ages.

Each picture was aligned perfectly against the wall. Many were in plain frames, but there was one that stood out. It was a simple picture, of a grassy knoll, and a line of crosses and various tombstones. The picture was framed in a rich wood grain and off in the distance, was a flag caught flapping in a breeze. It was so peaceful looking that he couldn’t help but feel goose bumps on his arms. It was out of place, a picture of a cemetery among all those other pictures and he turned around, the sound of hammering had ended.

Danny was standing just behind him, looking at the very same picture. There was tears in his eyes and Tory felt suddenly sorry for the man. He didn’t know why, but he reached out, and touched him lightly on the arm. He felt the power of those arms, and yet he also felt something else as he looked up into the Marine’s face.

The voice was soft, yet was filled with rage and anger as Danny spoke to him, sounding distant.

‘He died from a sniper’s bullet, he never had a chance’

‘I am sorry’

‘Sorry? You don’t know the half of it. His name was Ross.’

Tory watched as Danny reached out with his hand, and lightly ran it across the photograph of the cemetery. His hand quivered as it lightly ran across the picture. He felt the emotion as he looked back at the array of pictures. Most if not all, were pictures that had one person in all of them. They were of a slender blonde, always with a grin on his face and Tory felt strangely sad as he realized they were of the man Danny called Ross.

‘I’d like to know.’

Danny dropped his hand and stared at Tory. His eyes were smouldering now, that frightened Tory. He wanted to turn and run, but he stood his ground as Danny glared. He felt the sweat beading up on his forehead as he stared back. Danny’s chest was heaving from something more than the physical work he had just done. Tory could almost feel his pain, hidden by the anger.

‘Why? Why should it matter to you?’

‘I don’t know, I just, I mean he obviously was a close friend, you look so happy in some of those, I mean, I uh I don’t know why, I just do’

‘Friend? No, no he was much more than that, no one has ever meant more to me, than he did. I think he felt the same, no, no I know he did.’

Tory saw the tears rolling down Danny’s face and watched in awe as the stoic Marine moved past him, to stare at the various photographs on the wall above the workbench. He watched as the man stared at each photograph, touching them with a gentleness he didn’t think was possible. It was almost as if he was remembering the actual touch of the other man.

‘I wish I had someone like that.’

Danny turned around, and stared at Tory. His eyes were piercing as they stared into his own, and Tory felt like he was being held under a microscope. He began to grow uncomfortable, yet he refused to break the eye contact. His chest was starting to heave while Danny stared at him. He couldn’t explain it, but something in the look made him feel satisfied. He just stood there, returning the look, wondering just how close Danny had been to the other guy.

The notion that it was more than just friends, just life time association made him feel rather excited. The image of Danny naked, of him touching another man, was making him horny, despite the situation he was in. He couldn’t help himself, he fond himself falling for Danny. He shifted his feet a little which broke the contact. Danny’s eyes moved downwards, and Tory knew he was being checked out.

He wasn’t exactly a virgin, and he could tell that Danny was checking, as he looked back up. The desire in his eyes told him he was right. There was no mistaking that look, and he knew he had the same eager, hungry look in his own face. He wanted Danny, and before he could think, he stepped forward, once more placing his hand on Danny’s shoulder.

There was the jolt of electricity that made him quiver. His eyes moved from checking out the very full package at Danny’s groin to the ever changing eyes. Tory saw the questioning look, the hunger, and even the fear. That sudden look, that touch was all he needed though as he moved in even closer, letting himself risk it all, for what he saw buried deep behind the eyes of the Marine. He couldn’t help but see the pain, the hurt that rested there, along with the loneliness.

‘You don’t want to do this’

‘Yes, I do’

Tory leaned forward, closing his eyes as he moved his head to one side. He moved closer, feeling Danny’s hot breath on his cheek as he let his lips brush lightly across the mouth. He pressed a little when he felt the large arms encircle his waist. Tory felt the man shake a little, then the force of his arms held him tight, squeezing the air out of his lungs, and making him fall inwards towards Danny.

He clutched him hard, and suddenly the lips he had lightly brushed were crushing back against his, and he cried a bit, from the press of the arms, but also from the force of the return kiss. His lips parted as Danny’s tongue suddenly darted into the opening. He tasted the man as the tongue dove deep into his mouth. He felt the man crush his body into his, almost lifting him up off his feet. The press of his groin into his told him how aroused the man was. The press of that hard body was hurting but he didn’t care as he began to press back, to let his body wrap around Danny’s own hard body.

The hands around his waist began to move up and down his back. They were caressing him hard, as the man kissed him deep. The lips were crushing his mouth as the man tasted every part of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel giddy as the embrace seemed to last forever. His legs were slightly numb and his ribs felt like they had been crushed into powder as Danny held him so tight.

They broke apart as Danny stepped back and stared at him. The hunger in his face was all Tory needed as he brought his own hands up to rub up against the heaving chest. He let his fingers curl around some of the matted chest hairs, twirling them and just enjoying the feel between his fingers. He moved across to trace around the firm rubbery nipples, seeing the man shudder to his touch.

His heart was racing as he leaned in and lightly took one of the firm purple colored flesh between his lips. His teeth held it lightly as his tongue licked at the tip. The soft moan grew as he then sucked the whole nipple. His lips crushed into the hot flesh, his tongue swirling around the protruding nipple, making it shake within his mouth. Danny continued to quiver as he moved away from one to the other nipple, then back again, and back to the other.

Danny’s hand was playing with his hair, then gripping it and then twisting the strands among his fingers. His breathing was becoming more rapid and the hold on Tory’s head was becoming firmer. Then he began to push, to guide the head down from his nipples to the hollow of his chest. Tory licked at the hot flesh, then kissed it as he obeyed the firm pressure on his head. He slowly lowered himself to his knees as he kissed the belly.

He felt the muscles beneath the skin shudder, and he felt his own body tremble too as he reached around with his hands, touching and rubbing the man’s sides until he came to the pants. His hands were tugging at the waistband of the pants, as he kissed the belly. The taste of fabric and the rapid breathing spurred him on.

Tory reached out, and fumbled with the button holding the pants closed. It was like he had gloves on or something as finally he managed to unbutton them. Then he struggled to get the zipper down, all the time kissing and glancing upwards. He saw Danny’s head leaning back, his nostrils flaring as he licked at the man’s belly, undoing the pants.

The aroma of the man, of stale sweat filled his own nostrils as he pushed the pants open and pushed them down the legs. He could feel the thighs shake as he let them crumbled by Danny’s ankles. He began to lick at the flesh, dragging his tongue along the edge of the shorts. The moans from above became louder as he pulled at the boxer shorts. The thick shadowy image of a long pole inside was drawing his eyes away from Danny’s face.

His own cock was straining inside as he yanked the shorts down, freeing Danny’s throbbing cock. It sprung out and hit him under the chin and his eyes bulged as he saw the size of the monster he had just unleashed. Danny’s hand was on his head, twisting his hair as he groaned now, muttering ‘yes, oh yes’ under his breath.

Tory let his mouth move down to lick at the thick bush of pubic hairs, the cock sliding up against his chin. He felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and he knew he couldn’t hold back a second longer. His hands moved down the thick thighs, feeling them quiver as he reached over, grabbing the hard thick pole steady.

He leaned back slightly onto his heels and stared at the cock in his hand. His eyes widened as he saw the tell tale sign of pre cum at the head, slowly oozing out. Glancing upwards, he saw Danny looking down at him. There was that look, that look of despair that had attracted Danny. It was no longer hidden, and he could see the hunger too, the way Danny was licking his lips and looking.

He opened his mouth, still looking upwards, then he moved in closer, feeling the cock rub up against his lowered jaw. Danny’s eyes fluttered as the cock touched Tory and Tory himself felt the shudder. His eyes closed too as he moved in, guiding the hard pole upwards to rub it along his lower lip. The wet touch of pre cum on his lower lip made him moan as his tongue flicked outwards, to gobble at the offered drops. He tasted it and then pursed his lips, to kiss the head of the cock.

The loud moan made him open his lips and slide the hard cock head into his mouth. He closed his mouth over the tip of the head, then slowly pushed the cock inwards, while also moving his head inwards towards Danny’s crotch. The huge pole inched its way inwards, his tongue licking at the underside. The moaning from above grew louder, the hands released his head as it moved in.

The cock was jerking inside his mouth, as he held it tightly between his lips, guiding it down into his throat. The taste, the smell was making him dizzy as he tried to hold the cock steady. His throat expanded just enough to let the massive pole inside and Danny began to rock. The legs were quivering as Tory began to move his head in and out, slowly tasting every inch.

The moans were growing, and he could feel the man coming close, as he sucked on the cock. His own body was in torment, still confined by his clothes but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to taste it all, to get it all and to do it now. He began to move his head faster, his one hand now releasing the cock shaft, and moving up and down the quivering thighs. His fingers pushed inside, prodding the skin as he sucked.

Sounds of slurping, of heavy breathing was too much. Danny began to cry out as his hands reached down to grip Tory’s head. The fingers were like steel bands but he didn’t care as the cock inside of his mouth began to jerk from side to side. The head was banging hard against the soft tissue of his throat and then he felt it rear back. Tory knew it was time, as he forced his throat to open even wider, as the first taste of Danny’s cum began to flood his throat.

He gagged lightly, as the hot milk came flooding out and slide down. His lips tightened around the shaking cock shaft, the heat making him think he was being burned. He held it tightly as the man above shook and shuddered. His cries of release echoed in the cavernous room which only seemed to make him tremble more.

The cum was like a raging river as it flew out of the jerking cock head. Its special scent filled the room, and made Tory suck even more. He wanted every drop as he reached up to grab the shaft, to hold it between his fingers. The body was once more arching forward, driving the cock further into his mouth as the second heavy stream of cum began to fill an already full throat. He coughed and swallowed, taking it all.

It ended fast. The panting was all he could hear as Danny slowly leaned back against the workbench. Tory let the cock gently slide out from his lips as he looked up at Danny. The man was panting but the look of sorrow was gone. Instead there was a look of affection that made Tory feel satisfied. Slowly he let himself stand up to stare directly at Danny. It was all there, written clearly over the man’s face which made Tory smile.

Danny reached out, wrapped his hand around Tory’s neck and pulled him inwards. He kissed him on the lips, tasting the dried remnants of his own milk. They kissed briefly and then Tory pulled back. He looked hard into Danny’s eyes, then reached down and pulled out his cell phone. Danny watched as Tory pressed the buttons, then waited for someone to answer.

‘Mom? Hi, I am going to stay out tonight, so don’t hold dinner for me, I am going to a friends house so I won’t be home till Morning, Okay?’

He smiled and said good bye, as he turned towards Danny.

‘Okay if I stay the night?’

Danny’s face broke out into a large wide smile as he once more leaned forward, grabbing Tory and pulling him close.

‘Oh yeah’ he muttered as they once more began to kiss.

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He stood in line, shuffling his feet when the line would move a foot or two forward. It was taking an unbelievable amount of time to get past the Custom’s entry point. Other lines had moved relatively quickly. Just his luck to get into the one line that had some picky bastard in charge.

Ken was tired. This was his first trip abroad, and was a graduation present from his skin flint Uncle. That had made this even more special, considering how tight his Uncle was with his money and his gifts. For his entire life, he never could remember getting a gift that was worth more than five bucks, and now this, a surprise present worth thousands. No explaining the peculiarities of old men, he thought as he moved forward another foot or two.

The plane had been only half full, and it was the middle of the night and he had been travelling now for over 20 hours. His entire journey so far had been in hurrying up and waiting. Plane delays at every stop, but at last he was here. The Airport itself seemed nice, though rather bare.

The Custom’s area was well lit, which bothered his eyes a bit. He had been so used to the dim lights on the plane, that it was taking some time to adjust. The only person of interest he had spotted had already passed through customs. He should have followed him and gotten into that line, but the guard at the entry had made him go to this line, the line that seemed to never move.

His eyes were bloodshot as he clutched his passport and papers in a sweaty hand. His hair was hanging down, dirty and he had that unshaven look he hated in others. Though this wasn’t a fashion statement, just a fact that he was finally growing up. He no longer had peach fuzz, but real growth that was one more sign that he was entering adulthood.

As the line began to grow shorter, he began to look around. He felt strangely uneasy seeing so many armed soldiers walking around, between the lines. It wasn’t something he was used to. It was so different than when he landed at Heathrow, and even when he had arrived at Prague’s airport. This was more, intimidating, really. Despite the late hour it didn’t seem to make the officers checking passports any less vigilant. He wondered what it must have been like, when this country had been Communist. Somehow he didn’t think it would have been any different.

Finally it was his turn, as he stepped up to the glass cubicle, where a man sat, dressed in a greenish grey uniform. He had his hat on, one of those high peaked stiff military hats that Eastern European Soldiers seemed to favour. His hair was obviously cut short, in contrast to his own longish hair. He felt nervous as the man took his Passport, studying it like it held some secret code.

His eyes were dark and menacing as he would look at the passport, then up at Ken. His nose had been broken several times, making Ken wonder if this guy was a boxer or just one of those who liked fighting. He felt very uncomfortable as the man flipped through the empty pages of the passport. There were two stamps on it, one from Britain, the other from the Czech Republic.

The questions were spat out, adding to his panic. He had no idea how to act, and he kept wiping his hand on his pant legs, afraid. Ken answered the questions, wondering why so many. The man’s stare had him nervous, and then he stood there as the man beckoned another man over. It was a young looking soldier but one who didn’t have a rifle in his hands, like the others.

They talked briefly and kept looking over at him, as he stood there. His heart was racing as he didn’t understand what this guy was up to, as the younger soldier came out of the glass booth and walked up to him.

‘You come with me, routine inspection, please’

The young man’s tone was firm, but it didn’t seem half as menacing as the older man’s. He nodded and picked up his carry on luggage, then the pull case with his luggage. As he followed the soldier, he saw the smirk on the other man’s face. Suddenly he felt very nervous as he entered a small room. There was two chairs and a table in the centre, and that was it. No windows, no toilet even. Just a bare room, with peeling pain on the walls that made the place look like a dungeon.

The soldier pointed to the table, where he wanted Ken to put his luggage on. Lifting up the suitcases, he laid them down and looked up the young man. He too wore one of those damn peaked hats, that hid his face, made him look meaner than maybe he was. He opened each suitcase, including his carry on bag and watched as the soldier peered inside. He watched as the stranger went through his belongings, poking and moving things around to check for contraband or something.

He had no idea what was happening as he just stood there, watching. The soldier took his time and made a total mess of his luggage. Clothes were bunched and he knew most would be wrinkled by the time he got to the hotel to hang them up. Still it was rather unsettling, to see someone he didn’t know hold up a pair of his boxer shorts, peering to make sure nothing was stuffed into them. The way he ran his hands over the waistband was weird but he didn’t say a word, just watched.

Every now and then the soldier would glance up at him, as if to make sure he was keeping his distance. At last he finished and indicated Ken could close the bags. Once he did the man looked at him and told him to undress.

For several minutes he stood there until the soldier once more ordered him to undress, telling him it was ‘routine’ but it sure didn’t sound like it. He stared at the man, and then at the holster strapped to the young man’s waist. The soldier followed his gaze, and placed a hand on the top flap of the holster, as once more he ordered Ken to undress.

Feeling rather frightened, he began to slowly undress. His nerves were in knots as he took his shirt off, and laid it down over the back of the wooden chair. He bent down and took his runner’s off, then his socks. Standing back up he unbuckled his belt and then popped the button on his pants. Unzipping the pants he noticed the intense look of the young man, watching his every move. In some strange way, it felt rather exciting.

Pushing his pants to his ankles, then stepping out he reached down to pick them up. As he did, Ken noticed how the guards eyes seemed to glow. He felt a strange tingling sensation as he folded his pants and put them on the chair. The soldier shook his head, indicating he wanted them on the table. Ken complied and watched as the young man moved forward, patting them down and emptying the pockets. Everything was on the table as once more he stepped back.

‘Under garment too’ he said, and for one split second Ken thought he saw the eyes widen. It was chilly in the room but he wasn’t going to argue with a guy who had a gun. He felt rather like the first time after gym class, when all the boys were in the locker room, stripping for that first group shower. It was adding to his discomfort, because just like then, he had a boner.

He tried to make it soften, but as he pushed his boxer shorts down, he knew he wasn’t succeeding. As he pushed the shorts down, he tried to hide his erection, though he knew he was failing. Damn, why did he always put himself in these predicaments? Standing up, he felt the soldier’s eyes staring at his crotch, looking at him and he could feel a flush creeping down his face.

‘You a Jew?’

The question made him swivel around. The young man was still staring at his crotch, at his erection and he noticed him lightly licking his lips, almost as if he was enjoying the view.

‘No, what, I mean no, no I am not’

‘You have no, what you call it? No skin there’

As he said it, he pointed at Ken’s cock. He didn’t know what to do, as he blushed. It was strange to be asked that, and he tried to explain that many people were circumcised, though he didn’t think the soldier was understanding him. It was all odd, to be asked that question, which added to his nervousness. He also felt odd, at how the young man kept staring at him. His eyes would briefly check his face out, but always returned to stare at his cock.

‘Lean on table, I do my search now’

It was embarrassing to think that this guy was going to look up his ass. He felt strangely aroused though at the idea. The soldier wasn’t what he’d call ugly, and if he would take that damn hat off, he might find an attractive face underneath. The shadow effect did give him a sort of dangerous look, that he also found rather exciting. Odd, to think of himself being attracted to this guy, as he leaned over the table. His legs were shaking a little as he heard the harsh footsteps of the man moving closer to his exposed rectum.

He had been probed there before, but that had been for fun, not like this. Still it had the same attraction to him, which he found odd. As the man stepped in closer, he could hear him breathing, and realized that the guy seemed just as nervous as he was.

The sound of rubber being stretched made him jump. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the man putting on some rubber gloves, and he tensed up as the man came closer. His breath now wafted across the small of his back, and he tightened up even more as the young man’s hands touched him. It felt bizarre as he could feel the panic in his chest, as his own breathing became a bit laboured. His thoughts were all jumbled up because despite the panic he was feeling, the sense of fear, he also felt strangely aroused.

‘Relax please, I won’t hurt if you relax’

The words were soothing. It was said in a tone that the soldier hadn’t used before. He could feel his body slowly relax, as he exhaled, but as soon as he felt the fingers of the man prying his cheeks open, he tensed up once again. His body stiffened as he felt the touch of the finger tip against his muscle, wondering just what it was that he would do. Would he drive the finger in, or just pry him open.

He bit his lip as his question was answered by a wave of pain as the soldier inserted the finger, then pushed the tiny hole open. His legs quivered as the finger held him open, and he could feel the man’s breath against the inside of his cheeks. His body trembled as the man seemed to hesitate a moment. Then Ken felt the finger sliding in deeper.

The hole was allowed to wrap around the probing finger. He couldn’t help himself as he let out a soft moan of pleasure. The pain had been replaced as the finger slowly moved in deeper, He heard a small grunt come from behind him, as the finger wove its way inwards, twisting a little that only made him enjoy it more. His own breathing was suddenly becoming more shallow as he wiggled his butt a bit, to help take the probing finger in more.

The sweat dripping from his forehead wasn’t out of fear now, but out of pleasure. He felt his body reacting, unsure if he could stop it, unsure of what the soldier would do if he noticed his pleasure, but he couldn’t help himself. He moaned a bit louder again, as the man dug his finger in deeper. It almost lifted him upwards, as he stood up on his toes, taking the finger deep.

He couldn’t believe the feeling inside as the soldier began to pull out, then push back inwards. Each time was slow and deliberate and he couldn’t help but enjoy it. Then he felt the soldier move in closer, and while the one hand continued to fill his ass, the other moved around and began to caress his erect cock. Ken stiffened at first, then when the soldier began to hesitate, he relaxed, wanting him to continue.

His breathing was becoming more like a dog’s pants as the soldier began to grope around his crotch. The hand moved along his groin, rubbing him and teasing him too. His body began to ache as the man’s fingers reached between his thigh and groin, pulling at him, forcing his body to move back into the lodged finger inside of him.

Then the hand reached out to wrap around the base of his cock. The fingers held his erect pole tightly and began to stroke him. Ken felt the pleasure transmit itself up and down his entire body. His legs were growing numb and the throbbing drilling of his rectum by the finger was making him moan constantly. The hand stroking him didn’t take away from the entire feeling either.

Sweat was dripping down onto the table as he lifted his head upwards to stare back over his shoulder. He could see the man’s jaw, the way it was set as he concentrated on his task. His finger was moving faster, in time with the hard stroking of his other hand. Ken felt himself coming to that point, and he didn’t know what to do. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn’t control himself. The pleasure inside of his body was too much as the hand around his cock held him tighter with each stroke.

His face grew pinched as he tried desperately not to cum. The muscles in his body tightened, making the deep finger penetration the more enjoyable. He felt the man shudder as he grunted his own pleasure. The hand began to move even faster, forcing him to whimper a little. He didn’t want to scream, not sure how sound proof the little room was. Last thing he wanted was for some superior to walk in, and see him getting jerked off. He bit his lip, tasting blood as the hand around his throbbing cock became a blur. The friction was burning as his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His knees were threatening to buckle as the man’s finger dug deep inside of him.

He felt his body rear back, driving his buttocks back and he could feel the knuckles of the man wedged up into his anus. His whole body began to quiver, and his cock seemed like it was burning out of control. The ache became too much as he felt himself coming. The strange shaking of his whole body shook the small table, and the soldier’s hand seemed to be moving even faster now.

The cock head jerked between the man’s fingers and he felt his balls hitting up underneath the cock shaft. The ache was suddenly replaced by a rolling wave of electricity that shook him everywhere. His head tilted back upwards, his eyes rolled back into the sockets, his teeth bit his lips hard as he stifled his cries of joy. The legs quaked, the butt cheeks shook as he felt his milk shooting out into the soldier’s hand.

Ken shuddered as his second load came flooding out. His whole body was a mass of shaking flesh. Sweat was pouring off his forehead and his hands were white from the strain of leaning onto the table. The legs continued to quiver as the finger was pulled out and the hand moved away from his spent cock. He felt it jerk once more, knowing some small drops had dribbled off and he could hear himself. He was panting trying to catch his breath, but so too was the soldier who leaned up against him.

‘What hotel, please ‘

Ken muttered the name, as he slowly stood up. He turned to stare at the soldier, who took his hat off and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The perfect pair of blue eyes stared at him, a smile curled around the thin pale lips. The eyes were sparkling as Ken stood there, still shaking a little.

He answered the soldier, and as he did, he glanced down to see a very large protruding bulge in the pants. He licked his lips, which the soldier noticed. As he stepped back, he spread his legs apart a little, to show Ken more of his bulging groin. Ken merely smiled as he reached around to grab his boxer shorts.

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Was it possible that Trent didn’t know what effect he had on me? He was driving me crazy. He’d been doing this since we were thrown together as college roommates two months earlier.

I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my calculus homework, when the door to our room opened and Trent padded in straight from the shower, dripping wet. He stood there on the carpet, within clear sight of me, and whipped the towel off from around his waist and started to dry himself down. He was whistling and chatting at me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t catch my breath well enough to answer him.

He was beautiful. He had a lithe, deeply tanned athlete’s body. Everything was perfectly proportioned, from his shiny white teeth down to his size nine and a half feet. Everything, that is, except for his outsized cock and low-hanging balls.

He slept in the nude, and this evening he showed every sign that he wasn’t going to dress up now just to have to prepare for bed a little later. He moved around the room like a dancer – no, like a big cat stalking its prey – with his heavy cock swaying back and forth. I tried to bury my face in my math problems, but I just couldn’t ignore him. I was glad my knees were under the desk, because I would have been very embarrassed for him to see the hard on he was giving me.

At length, he stretched out on his bed and read a sports magazine. His free hand was gliding along the contours of his torso and occasionally down to his cock, and I watched him from the corner of my eye, aching to run my hands where his were going.

‘Gotta sleep the sleep of the dead tonight,’ he said as he sat up, scoffed down a couple of pills, and drank from a cup on the table beside his bed. ‘Important lacrosse game tomorrow.’ He turned out his light and pulled a sheet over his beautiful body and lay there on his back with his eyes closed tight.

‘I’ll have the lights off in a few minutes,’ I said.

‘No problem,’ he said, already yawning. ‘When I take these pills, you could set off a bomb on my stomach and I’d never notice.’

And he was right about that. When Trent took his sleeping pills, you’d lost him for at least six hours.

I turned my desk chair around and sat there and watched him as his breath became regular. And I pined for him. I wondered what he’d do if he knew how much I wanted him inside me. This sinful feeling had only been accentuated earlier in the day when I’d come back to the room early and found him fucking another guy in his bed. I’d been quiet and they’d been very absorbed in what they were doing, so he hadn’t noticed that I’d seen him. I was wild for him now that I knew he fucked guys. Before it had only been a remote dream; now it seemed like a possibility. If only he’d notice me, give me some sign.

He fidgeted in the bed, and one leg came out from under the sheet. I fixated on that deeply tanned leg, with its heavily muscled calf and thigh. And on his feet, not too long, but with long, sensuous toes. I tried to turn back to my studies, but my eyes were drawn to him. He snorted in his sleep, and an edge of the sheet came off one side of his chest as well. I stared at his well-defined chest and at the nipple peeking out just at the side of the sheet – dark brown, round, and full. Now I was physically drawn to him. He’d get cold, I was telling myself. He should be covered.

I rose and moved to the bed and sat down beside his leg. I lifted the sheet to pull it back onto his body, but I found myself moving it off the rest of his body instead and folding it over toward the wall. He was stretched out on his back on the bed beside me, his arms raised above his head. Beauty in repose. His breathing was regular, and his magnificent chest was rising and falling in a rhythm that was making my blood run hot.

I gently placed the palm of my hand on his flat belly. If he awoke, I could still say I was trying to reach for the sheet to cover him. But he didn’t wake. He sighed for me instead, an innocuous little response that sent a shock through my cock and down into my balls.

I let my hands roam on his torso then just as he had done to himself earlier while I was stealing glances at him. He sighed and moaned quietly for me; I no doubt was causing him to have a pleasant dream. It was not only the sighing and moaning that told me this was the case. His cock was beginning to engorge. I gently encased it with one of my hands and lightly stroked him. His cock got bigger and his mouth opened and he was licking his lips.

I rose and came around to the foot of the bed. Crouching down, I wove my arms under his thighs and brought both hands up onto his belly and took his tool into my mouth. I teased his cock head with my tongue and lips, and he engorged further. I sucked cock, trying to get as much of him into me as possible, keeping the strokes slow and gentle so as not to break into his dream. He moaned more deeply for me and began to weakly grind his pelvis into my face. I moved my hands up to his nipples, which were erect and hard. I briefly moved my tongue and lips to his now-tight balls. He had a musky smell that I found intoxicating. After a few minutes, I returned my lips and tongue to his cock.

I had him as big as I’d ever seen him now. I was wondering if I could make him ejaculate down my throat without him awakening. If I could, I’d at least have that. He’d never have to know we’d even had sex.

‘If you make me cum now, it will be at least twenty minutes before we can fuck.’

I sat up in total shock. He was wide awake, his arms folded behind his head and giving me a big grin.

‘Oh, God, Trent. I was just. . . . Oh, God, I’m so sorry.’

‘You were doing just what, Hugh? Looks to me like you were just giving me great head.’

‘But, but. . . . You were asleep. You took those pills.’

‘No, I didn’t take those pills. I pretended to take those pills. I was going to slip those pills in that cup of water you take every night before going to bed. It was my last-ditch effort to jump your bones.’

‘Jump my bones?’ I asked incredulously.

‘I can hardly see you way down there. Can you come up here, please?’

I was in shock, but I slid up the bed until I was laying on my side beside him. He encircled me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. I was dumbfounded.

‘So, what are we going to do now, Hugh?’ he asked when we came out of the kiss. ‘From my perspective, we have two choices. I can fuck you hard or you can finish sucking me off. I’m a resolute top, so it’s down to those two choices. Which shall we do?’

My mind raced back to the scene earlier where I’d seen him fucking another guy in this bed, and there was no question in my mind what I wanted.

‘Fuck me,’ I answered in a small voice. ‘I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for weeks.’

‘And I’ve wanted to fuck you for that long, too,’ Trent murmured. ‘I wonder why we took so long to get around to this.’ His hand glided down my bare chest and under the waistband of my sleeping shorts. He possessed my cock now, and it lengthened and thickened under his attention.

‘Sort of too bad I don’t do bottom,’ he whispered. ‘You have very nice equipment. But, here, I’ll get up over you and I want you to lay on your belly. My mind raced back to how I’d found him earlier today. Yes, I wanted it just the same way. Me on my belly and him covering me close from above, churning his cock in my canal by rotating his hips, while I stroked up into him and rubbed my dick on the sheet. But when I was stretched out and he moved over me, it wasn’t like the position that had been burned into my mind when I had found him fucking that other guy earlier today. Instead, he lowered his body on mine, head to toe, with his strong legs running up and closely encasing my torso and his head between my wide-spread thighs. His cock was running up and pressing in me between my shoulder blades. I grabbed the brass headboard slats above my head and hung on for dear life as he pulled my dick back between my legs and alternated between sucking on that from above and tonguing my asshole. I ground my body into the mattress under him in ecstasy. If this had been part of the routine he’d gone through earlier in the day, I had arrived too late for this scene. But I certainly enjoyed it.

He had brought a tube of lubricant down with him when he’d straddled me, and after he tongued my ass, he lubed it and worked it with his fingers.

‘Nice tight ass,’ he murmured. ‘Am I the first?’

‘Not quite,’ I answered in a lust-choked voice. ‘But close enough.’

I felt his weight come off me. I looked up and he was standing on the floor beside me, holding out a condom packet.

‘Would you like to do the honors?’ he asked.

With trembling hands, I clumsily got the packet open and the condom extracted and rolled it onto his gigantic cock.

‘Well done,’ he said, with a laugh. ‘You’re sure you want to do this?’

‘Yes, oh yes.’

‘Well, then prepare to be totally fucked. You really turn me on. Up on your knees, legs spread.’

I did as he asked, and he was back up on the bed on his knees behind me now, moving like a cat. I moaned and groaned when I felt his cock head at my hole and grunted and yelped as he pushed it into me. I was tight, and he was rotating his tool around, trying to get it inside me. He pulled my butt cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, and he was in a couple of inches. He had a bulbous cock head, so this was the roughest part of the ordeal – at least in the thickness department. I panted and moaned and groaned and thought the trembling in my legs and knees would cause me to collapse.

‘Too much?’ he asked. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No, no, do me,’ I gasped.

I cried out as he pushed on into me then, stretching my canal to the limit, filling me up to what seemed to be the depth of a mile. My knees did collapse then, which I was very happy to have happen, because then Trent came down on to me just as I had seen him do to that other guy earlier in the day and just as I had fanaticized about ever sense. His chest dug into my shoulder blades and his hands glided up my own arms and grabbed me by the wrists. They moved on then to my and, and he entwined his fingers in mine around the brass headboard slats. His thighs and calves overlay mine, out wide, and my ass canal tightly held his throbbing cock. We lay there for a few minutes, as my waves of pain slowly morphed into waves of pleasure, my ass canal starting to undulate around his throbbing dick. I felt his chin hook onto my shoulder, and I turned my head and lips to him. As his tongue pushed its way between my lips, his hips started their motion. First he pumped in and out of me in both long and short strokes, and then, as my own hips started to answer in a raised and lower rhythm, his hips started to rotate in a circular motion, moving his cock around in my ass canal. My ass walls started to tremble and undulate again. I was panting and moaning, and so was he.

‘It’s so nice,’ he was whispering in my ear. ‘So tight and so sweet, and so, so nice.’

My hips were off the bed now, and my reengorged cock was dragging its head back and forth on the sheet, fucking the bed.

Suddenly, he had dug his knees into the bed again, released my hands, and brought me up to my knees in front of him. We were both up on our knees on the bed, and my back was arched so that only my shoulder blades touched his shoulders. he had the nails of one hand dug in around one of my aureoles now, and I could feel the pain, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want it to stop. And he was furiously jacking me off with the other hand. He was pumping his cock up into me from below now, with long, fast, and deep thrusts.

We came almost simultaneously and fell back onto the bed, he still stretched out on my back.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I lost it. You are just so tight and sexy. I couldn’t control myself.’

‘It was great,’ I answered. ‘You can do that again anytime you want.’

‘How about as soon as I can reload?’ he asked with a low laugh.

‘You’re on,’ I answered.

So, we lay there, while we cooled off and his cock contracted inside my asshole. He still filled me in tumescence, and he didn’t lose purchase when he rolled us over onto our sides. His body was cupped around mine. After a few minutes, we started to kiss again and to relight the fire. His hands roamed around my torso and played with my nipples. I could feel his cock reawakening.

‘I’m clean,’ I whispered to him. ‘Never been barebacked. If you know you’re clean too, . . .’

Trent’s answer was an intake of breath and a deep kiss, while he pulled his dick out of me. When he slid back in, I could tell that it was skin on skin. This gave me an extra thrill, and I wiggled my butt at him. Trent responded by lifting my leg in the air, getting his pelvis close in under my buttocks, filling me to the hilt with his delicious sausage, and side-splitting me in fast and furious thrusts for a good twenty minutes until I felt his spasms of semen flooding my insides. Our cries of ecstasy mingled as I rejoiced at the thought that I could have this for almost every night for the rest of the school year if I wanted. But why did I think ‘if’?

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He had known Billy since middle school. That was some time and while Billy had gone on to work down at the local gas station, starting off as pump jockey, he was now an apprentice mechanic, and basically running the place. He, on the other hand, had gone on to community college, still studying and living at home.

Just like Billy, his family wasn’t what you would call well off, or even close. Going to community college was a hardship even, but he had worked summer’s to help build up the money so he could go. Okay he was a bookworm too, and his grades had shown it, while Billy was always off playing sports or just being a typical Jock.

How they had become friends was still a mystery to Ryan. He was rather short, didn’t like sports much, wore glasses and was queer. Billy on the other hand was a sex pervert. He had new girlfriends practically every other week back in High School, and nothing seemed to matter more to him than sex. He was also as straight as they came, or so Ryan used to think.

He glanced up at the clock, knowing that the station was closed, and that in about a half hour or so there would be a knock at his basement window, and Billy would crawl in and he would be servicing his straight friend. It was loveless in that they never kissed, fondled or anything. Billy was straight, after all, but he had this need to shoot his load, and he didn’t care to jerk himself off. He much preferred to have someone’s mouth sucking on his dick, which suited Ryan just fine, because Billy had chosen his mouth for that almost nightly chore.

Billy was tall but not exactly filled out. Even now, at the ripe old age of 20 he was just 150 pounds, but he had the look that made everyone turn to stare. He had collar length hair, slight curl to it and despite the streaks of grease, it was a golden yellow. A real blonde, with the matching blue eyes. It drove the girls nuts, least the way Billy would tell it.

Seems they loved to wrap their fingers around his hair, and play with it while he would ‘bone them’ as he called it. Still, in some ways it irked Ryan at how Billy would regale him with his exploits with every floozy that he met and took to bed.

He supposed it pissed him off because it was what he wanted to do. Ryan was not like Billy, he was a good 2 or 3 inches shorter, but outweighed Billy by at least 20 pounds. His body wasn’t lean and his belly did shake when he laughed, though he didn’t consider himself fat. Thick boned was his answer, and thinking of that, Ryan began to feel a normal ache in his ass. He wished he’d figure out how to get Billy to ‘bone him’ like he did the chicks, but it was a subject they hadn’t broached.

Billy maintained he was 100% straight. Ryan rather laughed at that, in private, because he didn’t think anyone could be straight, while having another guy sucking him off 4 out of 7 nights a week. As much as he wanted to take Billy’s eight inch cock up his ass, he also didn’t want to stop taking his sweet cum those nights that Billy graced him with his presence.

Ryan liked cum, it was that simple and while he had a few trysts in his life, a few what he called boyfriends even, none of them could give him enough cum. He liked its taste, liked how it would slide down his throat, slowly. The sticky milk was something that always made him feel satisfied, and the few times he’d been ‘boned’ by other guys, it just never was as satisfying as he had hoped. The biggest problem was that he didn’t get to taste the milk, so his relationship with Billy was never ended.

Ryan didn’t lie either. When he was seeing other’s, he told them up front that theirs wasn’t the only cock going in his mouth. One or two had objected, and never lasted beyond a few dates. He didn’t lose any sleep over them, as frankly their cum wasn’t all that tasty to begin with.

Now Billy’s milk, that was special. It had a very unique texture and taste that made him crave it. Like last summer, when Billy had gone off camping with some bimbo for ten days. He had spent the entire time tramping around, feeling unsatisfied and miserable. None of those he had tasted, ever came close to how it was after he took Billy’s cum. Mind you, when Billy came back, he had a few nights of absolute bliss, as Billy was hornier than shit. He had given Ryan a double dose of his juice, for three nights running, which had been like heaven on earth to him.

He closed his book, looking over at his alarm clock. Billy would be knocking soon and he kicked off his runners, making sure that Billy’s pillow was fluffed and ready for him. In all the years that Billy had been coming over, his parents had never said a word. His mom had commented once at why his bed spread was always covered in grease, but that had been the only time they even acknowledged that he was doing more than just sleeping in his bed.

Maybe it was strange, being over 20 and living at home, but college was his life, that and tasting Billy. Once he graduated, he’d have to think about his own place, but until then this suited him just fine. It was close for Billy who did have his own apartment, but it seemed he was never there. If he wasn’t sleeping at some girl’s place, he would pass out at Ryan’s.

Those nights were special, though not all that often. It was his chance to cuddle a little, to just lay back and admire that 8 inch cock that gave him so much pleasure. Billy always acted like he hadn’t noticed, but Ryan knew the truth. He didn’t get much sleep those nights, enjoying every possible second touching his friends cock, his balls, and just thinking of it, while gazing at it.

The nearly nightly routine was simple actually. Billy would knock on his window, and he’d let him in. He would crawl through, feet first and Ryan would help him down. It always gave him a close up view of Billy’s firm buttocks. Billy liked to show off, which was why even when he would show up at Ryan’s, he had a pair of fresh laundered jeans on. The kind that hugged the hips, and accentuated the firm flesh of the butt cheeks. It always made Ryan lick his lips, wondering what he would taste like between those cheeks.

It was something he wanted to taste. To get his mouth and tongue licking at the valley between those perfect orbs. If he tasted like his cum tasted, he’d be in hog glory. Ryan had tried to come up with a way to broach the subject, but was being careful about it. He didn’t want to piss Billy off, and at times he could be difficult. The one time when he wanted to kiss, Billy had gotten angry. He told him, in no uncertain terms, that no fag lips would touch his, after all, he was straight. Yeah, right he had thought. A straight guy showing up every night for a blow job. Still it had made him cautious, so the idea of rimming was held back a little. Though he was slowly getting Billy to talk about it, he knew it was a long way off from happening.

He could just do it, but that might or might not work. If it didn’t, well he’d lose out on tasting Billy’s jizz, maybe for some time. It wasn’t worth the risk, as he waited for the tell tale sign that Billy had arrived. Ryan stared at the window then glanced over at the alarm clock. It was getting close and while there was never a pre set time, you could almost set your clock by that rap on the window. Least for most nights, unless Billy had found some girl to ‘bone’, in which case the clock would just click on past the normal time.

Those nights were murder for Ryan. Billy wasn’t the type to phone or even acknowledge their nightly ‘dates’. He just showed up, or didn’t and that was it. Course the next night he’d be telling Ryan all about the conquest, which was always a turn off for him. He hated the notion of some nameless fish touching his Billy.

Most times Billy would say how she couldn’t suck cock worth shit, which always made Ryan grin a little, and respond with his standard, ‘what did you expect when you go to the guy next door, instead of visiting the pros at it’. Billy would laugh, saying yeah, ‘guys did give good head’ or something similar.

Ryan could feel his own excitement building as the time ticked on, drawing closer to that time. At the beginning, when this all started, Billy never wanted to be touched. He’d pull his pants down, hold his cock and let Ryan kneel in front and take it. He fucked his face, never touching him or guiding his head and the rule was simple, no touching anything. No grabbing hold of his hips, no placing his hands on his legs, or even letting go of the cock. He was to just suck the dick, that was it.

Now it was much different. Billy would crawl in, slowly to let Ryan have a good look at his ass. Then he would grin and flop down on the bed, staring up at Ryan. He’d make some comment, about wondering if Ryan wanted his treat. It was maybe his way of giving Ryan something, but when Ryan would acknowledge he wanted it, Billy would just pop the top button, lean back on the bed, and put his hands behind his head.

He’d wait for Ryan to climb up next to him, on the bed. To let him unzip his pants, then pull them off. He wore bikini type briefs as well, and Ryan would stare for a minute or two at the thick cock outlined in the thin fabric. Billy would egg him on then, and Ryan would reach up to wrap his fingers around the thin material.

Slowly, he would pull the shorts down, until they were off totally. Billy would spread his legs wide at that point, allowing Ryan to crawl up between the firm legs. He would rest his elbows next to Billy’s thighs, feeling the hot flesh. It always made him shiver a little, as he would press outwards, to sort of make like he was pushing the legs wider. Billy would oblige too, and then the fun would begin.

He would start off, running his hand over the groin, around the thick root of the cock that was always hard. He had never yet, seen Billy drop his pants, or him pull them down, when Billy’s cock wasn’t fully erect. At times, when he’d crawl in and turn around, he could spot the bulge too, knowing that Billy was already erect.

His plan of attack would change a bit. At times he’d play around the pubic hairs, other times he’d bend down and give the head a quick kiss, tasting the pre cum. Billy never said a word after he would egg Ryan on. Once Ryan stopped gazing, Billy didn’t say another word, until just before he would shoot.

Then he would let Ryan know, to be ready to take the cock and swallow his juice. At times though, Billy wouldn’t even do that. He would just let his body arch up and shoot. Most of the time Ryan could sense when he was close, and had the cock buried deep in his throat from that point on. He loved the taste, and he loved the fact that Billy could shoot a fair amount. No small dribbles from this so called straight boy. He always managed to give Ryan at least three good squirts of his milk.

That was one other reason he loved sucking his friend off. Unlike many others, Billy could cum. On those nights when he was super horny, he’s shoot his load quickly, then he would just lay there, talking as if nothing had happened. It would take maybe a half hour or bit longer before he was ready again. In that time, Ryan would carry on the conversation, while watching the cock that had given him such a good taste.

He would stare at it, seeing it lying there limp and wondering how it would feel between his fingers, how he would like to reach down and kiss it, and grope it, while it rested. Ryan would dream of waking it up, of making it once more stand tall, and then be taken deep in his throat.

When Billy felt ready, Ryan always knew. The limp cock would jerk a little, and you could see it move as blood began to rush to it, thickening it. It was at that point that Billy would signal him. Not with words, but he’d reach out with one hand and find Ryan’s head, and guide it down, towards his growing cock. Those were moments he relished.

To have Billy directing him, to be touching him, always gave him goose bumps. It also made him tremble a little, as he would then lean down and take Billy’s cock into his mouth, bringing it fully to life under the careful attention of his tongue and lips. He’d suck on it, and his fingers would now play with the dangling balls underneath, barely refilled.

Those times were truly special. Even the second time around, Billy could cum a fair amount. In all honesty, it didn’t taste any weaker either, It was just as thick, just as sweet tasting as the very first load was. He might not shoot three full loads of his cum on the second go round, usually it was just two, but damn those two were powerful and very tasty. Ryan loved it, and his hand was already groping himself, in anticipation of later. It was always after that Ryan would jerk himself off, Billy had never stayed to watch, or let him actually.

The rap on his window startled him at first, then he got a huge smile on his face as he went over to let his friend in. The huge lump in his own pants was already making him ache, but he knew he’d have it sorted out shortly, as he opened the window, and stood back, to watch those perfect cheeks fill his vision. The long legs were reaching in, and he put his hand on them to guide them to the bench underneath, then stepped back against, to just watch. His one hand pushing at his own thick cock as Billy’s butt was now inside. The firm cheeks, held tight by the faded pair of jeans.

Ryan cleared his throat, as he licked his lips. The way Billy had climbed in quickly, told Ryan that this could turn into one of those special nights. It usually did, and it would be the second time this week. He just grinned as his friend was finally inside, and while saying hello, had quickly moved towards the bed, flopping on it. His face was staring up at Ryan, as his hands undid the button to his pants. His blue eyes were sparkling as he looked at Ryan.

‘Happy Birthday’ he said, which blew Ryan away. He had completely forgotten that it was his birthday and his eyes bulged as he watched Billy reach down and undo his shirt, spreading it open to let Ryan stare at the bare chest. He didn’t know what to say as Billy just lay there, waiting. The bulge beckoning along with the heaving chest, that for the first time was open to him, inviting him to explore it.

‘Straight my ass’ he thought as he started forward, to climb up next to his friend, to enjoy his birthday present.

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