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I was 19 and a sophomore in college when my family moved from Boston to a town 30 miles south, I moved in with my 28-year-old brother and his wife in order to continue my studies.

I slept on their sofa in the living room and took public transportation to school and work. My sister-in-law was pregnant and one night when I got home late from my part-time job, my brother had taken her to the hospital as their baby was about to arrive.

It was midnight when my brother returned home the proud dad of a baby boy. After we drank a wine toast to the newest member of the family, I fetched my pillow and blanket to prepare the sofa for sleep. My brother surprised me by saying, “Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?” — meaning with him. We had slept together in a double bed in my parents’ home growing up before he got married, but I was 12 then.

“Sure,” I answered. One night on a real mattress was appealing.

My brother is tall for an Italian guy — almost 6 feet, wiry, perhaps 155 pounds. He has wavy black hair, green eyes, and olive complexion. I never thought of him as attractive, but as my desire for men surfaced, I began to see him differently. I often spied him heading to the bathroom in just his tightey-whiteys. It finally registered that he had a really hot body. I tried not to be obvious, but I couldn’t resist staring at the shocks of black hair on his chest and legs.

My brother had always been nice to me growing up, but also distant. He wasn’t much for expressing affection or anything else emotional. “Reserved” best describes his personality, with “unabashedly masculine” second.

Wearing just my white Hanes briefs, I hopped into bed where my sister-in-law usually slept and settled on my side with my back facing away from him. A full moon plus light from an apartment  building next door shone through the bedroom windows so I could easily see my brother lying on his back in his white Jockey shorts.

My mind wondered about what his bulge was holding inside and what it would be like to touch his dick. I had never seen him naked.  I realized that I’d never get to sleep if I didn’t stop fantasizing, but that was going to take an act of will.

My brother was restless, unable to settle in one position. I was shocked when his bare chest nestled against my back. What was this all about? Then he crossed his right leg over my lower body and cupped me with his right arm.

Was he asleep and doing this automatically as he might do with his wife? Whatever was happening, it was making my dick hard. 

The possibility that he sleeping was dashed when he grabbed my right hand and pushed it backwards onto the front of his Jockeys. Oh, I guess he’s not asleep. I guess this is really happening. I felt his hard cock through his undies and was shocked by its size. A solid 8 inches, I would guess.

How did he know I was gay and therefore OK with me touching his dick?

I had not told anyone in the family about my sexual direction. Perhaps he had seen me drooling over the underwear models in the Sears catalogue. Or perhaps he had caught me checking out his package straining against his khaki pants while he watched TV with his legs stretched out and his feet on the hassock.

My hand happily rubbed his penis in full bloom under the cotton fabric. There was no mushroom cap flaring out or a beveled head I could discern. That meant only one thing: My brother wasn’t circumcised. Really no surprise because I wasn’t either and the chances are strong that if one brother is uncut, the other is also.

  He moaned loudly when I squeezed his dick, the only sound either of us made. Naturally, I wasn’t satisfied with just touching, I wanted to measure his dick with my eyes.

  I turned around and faced him  and rubbed his nipples through his furry chest, first one, then the other. There was  enough moonlight that I could see what I was working with. Before I could get my lips on his nips, however, he forced my shoulders downward until I was face to face with his briefs. The tip of his foreskin had climbed tantalizingly over the elastic band.

I had blown a couple of my neighborhood friends in our basement “clubhouse,” so sucking dick was not unfamiliar. But doing it to my brother with his giant uncut cock?

  Given how horny I was, I wasn’t going to overthink it. When would I get this chance again?

My brother lifted upward as I shimmied his briefs off his hips and was met by an impressive pelt of black pubic hair that covered his crotch and ran several inches above into a treasure trail. His package was moist and sweaty on this hot July night.

“So this is what a man’s crotch smells like,” I thought.  “Very ripe and very fragrant.”

Even soft, his dick was oversized — a thick 6 inches with his foreskin flaring out and covering the large head. My nose moved beneath to his sweaty low-hanging balls. He squirmed when my lips met them. I tried to get both in my mouth at once, but they were too big. I lathered one, then the other. He gasped. This was likely the first time he had ever gotten his nuts licked.

What I really wanted was a taste of his foreskin. My friends, all of them circumcised, had mocked my own uncut dick as stinky and gross and they were pretty nasty, insulting me for having “head cheese.” Since I loved my own fragrance, I wasn’t likely to be turned off by my brother’s.

My tongue touched the puckered tip and I pulled back the skin. It felt silky as it slid down the shaft. The odor of dried piss, sweat, cum and a slight hint of cheese greeted my nose. It smelled pretty much like mine. What I didn’t smell was Dial soap or baby powder that would have ruined the experience. 

While my teen sex buddies would study my foreskin and occasionally jerk it, they refused to suck it. “Too dirty,” they complained. As my nose savored my brother’s heady scent, I had to think that my friends had no idea what they were missing.

I eagerly took my bro’s dick in my mouth and cleaned the large head with saliva. The strong scent had dissipated and was replaced by the taste of precum on my tongue. My tongue made him come alive with cries of lust.

This was the most excited my brother had ever been in my presence and I was happy to hear his reaction. I teased his skin by nibbling it with my teeth before engulfing the head and sucking hard until he couldn’t stand it. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his whole cock into my mouth.

Forced to open wide and relax my throat, I was going to give him the best BJ I’d ever given. My two hands gripped his butt for leverage, Heat emanated from his hairy cheeks . My lips and tongue massaged his dick until his whole shaft met my tonsils. When I had blown my friends, I had learned how to breathe and concentrate on not gagging. This was a far bigger challenge. They were 5-6 inches hard, but my bro was 8 to 9.

It was after 1 a.m. so I knew he had to get up early for work. That meant he was not going to wait for me to get him off slowly, even though I would have sucked him all night.

My bro slid his 9 inches all the way inside and held my head steady. He fucked my mouth with abandon. I didn’t get a chance to worry about how many inches I could take. I was immediately taking it all.

He sped up the process until his dick continually stabbed the back of my throat. For the first time all night, he spoke: “I know I’m big, little bro, but I have a feeling you can handle it.”

  Wow. How did he know that? Had one of my friends outed me and my cocksucking talents?

  My brother started to rape my throat and I gagged for the first time. He told me not to stop, just breathe through my nose, that I’d get used to it. “I’m going to teach your throat how to massage my dick.”

Although I gagged a couple of more times, I was bent on pleasing him. I had tasted deeply of his foreskin; now I wanted to taste his cum.

While getting him off, I was proud that I could handle all of him. That meant I could take any other monster cock I met all the way down my throat.

Then it happened. “Oh, Jesus, fuck!” he brayed as he held my head in place. I wasn’t planning to go anywhere anyway. I had never heard him use the F word before, but with a torrent of cream streaming out of his dick while he was getting the best head of his life, what did I expect him to say?

His cum was nothing like that of my teen friends. It was thicker and stronger tasting, befitting a mature guy’s load, and there was a whole lot more of it. Perhaps, he had built it up in his balls while my sister-in-law was in the last weeks of pregnancy and sex was off the table. In any event, his load was now in my belly.

My brother lay next to me with his arm wrapped around my neck. This was a level of intimacy I never expected from him. He patted my head, ran his finger along my lips and said, “You were born to suck my cock, ya know. I’ve been thinking about you doing it for years, but you needed to become legal. I had no idea you’d be such a pro though.”

We turned onto our sides to get some rest as I licked my lips, savored the flavor of his cum and basked in what had just gone down. 

As I lay there, I wondered how I could get him to skip work in the morning and stick his meaty prick up my tight little ass.

Stories of The Slave Center

The Nation’s Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots

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Master and His Pack Mule, Part Fourteen: Epilogue

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I have become the energy I am.

I am serving my Master and loving it. I am lost in a dream, or in a reality, that suits me. That tiny, seemingly meaningless sense of truth, of bliss, or whatever one may wish to call it, that I carried around within me for years, even decades, is now my life. I am happy and fulfilled.

I am kneeling before my Master, in his home. Master Matt had seen me reaching to stroke my cock, but He was mistaken. His slave was only reaching to scratch. Still, my Master Matt explained: “Nothing is uglier than a faggot with its hand on its cock.”

“Master, yes, Master. Agreed, Master,” I responded. I never stroke myself, though I get hard often enough.

Upon returning from His vacation, Master Matt explained to me, “I only want and need you to be yourself, fully and completely. A true and full faggot. Isn’t that what I own?”

“Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master.” I knew and accepted this more deeply than ever, given what I had experienced on Master Aidan’s ranch.

It had been weeks since Master Matt had been on vacation and I had been on Master Aidan’s ranch for those three fateful days. But Master Matt had arranged, via a long term lease, that I be placed on Master Aidan’s ranch on weekdays and at Master Matt’s house on weekends. Master Aidan had signed a lease agreement with Master Master to use me during the week and to pay Master Matt, my owner, for my services on Master Aidan’s ranch. This pleased me, to be of service of both Masters in this way.

Master Joe provides my transportation between Master Matt’s home and Master Aidan’s ranch. When Master Joe was dropping me off at the ranch last Monday, an Overseer informed Master Joe of an opening with The Slave Center and suggested Master Joe should apply for it. The Overseer explained that The Slave Center does not hire based solely on experience or on previous mastering coursework. The Slave Center hires based on their sense of who you are. If you are the type of Man they deem suited for Mastery, then they may hire you and have you complete some training or coursework before reaching a higher level of authority. The Overseer, who had earned His Certificate of Mastery at the Los Angeles Slave Center, wrote a letter of recommendation for Master Joe and strongly encouraged Him to apply. And so He did, and thus began his career with The Slave Center.

For me, my development in life and slavery was now in more advanced stages, at least for me, and it had taken years and years to get here. Master Aidan’ s ranch was merely the culminating experience that lifted me over the edge of that high cliff from which we are all so afraid to leap. But leap I did, only to discover that I would not fall, that I was in no danger, that a track lay itself before me instant-by-instant to support my journey. And on I flowed, fairly easily and happily.

I discovered that the more I truly accepted my self, the better I felt about living and the better I served, and with greater satisfaction.

The more I felt my slavery, the more I felt my freedom.

The more I let go of old trappings, the more I loved.

The more I freely loved, the more I enjoyed life.

The more honest gratitude I felt, the more satisfying life became.

The more I was owned by a true Master, the more I was enabled to be myself and to live my truest life.

I am a slave, in support of a good Man and of authentic Men, who live in integrity, who take responsibility, who work to enable faggots like myself to be ourselves in safety, who enable us to feel accepted, valuable, useful, supported, loved, real.

A good Man’s collar belongs around my neck. That’s what makes my dick hard and my heart warm with the beauty of life.

This story is based on personal events.

I looked on personal ads for Craigslist and find one, skinny Twink wants to bottom for DL straight.

Now I was 90 percent sure I was gay but I was still in the closet. I hid all this from my parents, my friends and from work. I dated girls and it didn’t go anywhere because they probably felt something was off and could tell. I’m very masculine with a deep voice so people see me out and about assuming I’m straight.

Anyway I respond to the ad saying 

‘Hey there , 22 y/o , Latino, 6 feet tall with a 8inch cock.’

 I send a few pics of my cock.

He responds with some of his ass pics

‘Wow, why aren’t you fucking me?’

He tells me if we could meet up around 9pm the same day in a shopping center in his area, and we hang out from there.

I drive up to where his area is, which is quite some distance, I’D rather meet far from my area because I was not out of the closet and nobody knew me in this particular area. It was a pretty cool night, I had my gym shorts on, a shirt and sneakers. I got there early around 7 and I see a gym franchise that I use, I can go to any of these gyms in the country. I decided to work out in the meantime and shower after for my meet up.

As I’m entering I see this gym is really empty in comparison to others. I start stretching and doing some core exercises.

I see a really skinny, petite guy walking in there. He’s in gym clothes with short shorts, and a backwards cap. He signals to me

“Hey, how are you?” He says in a nice soft voice, it wasn’t too high pitched.

“Hey” I say

“Can you spot me.” 

“Sure”

He had some lightweights but for him it was enough.

I decided to jump in in between his sets and get some chest done, of course I add on more weight for me and take off for him.

He has really skinny arms and legs, almost female like.

After we were done we thanked each other and decided to work out together on a different machine.

“Nice to meet you in Brent.” I said in my deep voice

“Doug here.” He said

We went on the treadmill and then the worked out shoulders. We talked about what we do for work, Among other things. We were really working up a sweat, I was telling him I would have to shower now and get going (because I need to meet my fuck date of the night), I took off my sweaty clothes in the locker room. My shirt, shorts, sneakers and socks all smelled, luckily I had extra clothes in my gym bag.

While I shower I see Doug also has gone to the shower, I can tell he is glancing over every now and then. I’m pretty sure he was gay but he may not suspect me being gay. I decided to just leave the shower without putting the towel around my waist. I exposed my long cock dangling there while Doug looked and turned away. I can see he was wanting to but didn’t want to look more obvious.

I walk back to put on my clean clothes, I’m putting on my shorts without my sweaty underwear (I forgot to bring an extra pair). My shorts were khaki, they fitted good and my dick leaves a huge bulge. I’m spraying my deodorant when I see Doug toweling himself.

He talks to me about how he’s running late for something, I look at his ass. I get a hard on and my bulge gets bigger. Doug turns around and his eyes light up after glancing at my crotch. He looks nervous and turns around quick. He puts on a jock strap, short shorts that shows his toned skinny legs. He has some muscles but he has a small frame.

I walk over and tell him that it was a great workout and said if he came there often. He tells me not too often but if he had a gym partner he would, giving me the hint.

“I’m down, I don’t live close to hear but I will prefer this gym If it is empty like this all the time.” I said

“Ohhh, Trust me it’s always like this, and some guys take advantage of how empty it is to do stuff here.” He said 

“What sort of stuff” 

“Ah never mind, it doesn’t happen often.” He says

I know what he’s talking about, but I play the dumb straight jock, and keep asking what it is. He keeps saying to forget it while laughing, and says I didn’t wanna know.

He puts on a little lite jacket that is a navy color, which matches his shorts and finally he puts on a pair of navy blue toms. He looks cute in his outfit, I love his shoes especially they give me a hard on to see girls and guys wearing them, they look sleek and a bit feminine on a guy, but Doug was a super slim guy, petite and standing at 5’7 and maybe 120lbs. I towered over him at 6’1 and weighing 180lbs

 I put on a nice tight maroon colored shirt, and since my socks and shoes smell bad I’m gonna just wear the pair of leather flip flops I use to walk in the locker room. I still ask about what stuff they do there and finally Doug breaks and says people fuck inside the showers sometimes and give blowjobs.

“Nice.” I said

“Really?! You don’t think that’s nasty, you know guys doing things like that.” He said

He takes a step towards me and slowly makes his way to me, and I walk to him.

“Nah, I think people should be free to love who they want.” I say

I felt my heart pounding I wanted to just say that I liked guys also but didn’t want to make it weird since we agreed to just be gym buds.

“Wow, that’s really sweet coming from a guy, you know, straight guy.” Doug says

I put my hands in my pockets and started stretching my leg and stepping like a penguin.

“Well, I never said I was straight .” I said

Doug lights up and says what?! He exclaimed that I look really masculine. I feel my dick harder in my shorts. I didn’t want our talk to end just yet so I quickly say I have to text something quick.

I emailed my soon to be date that I would be late about a half hour

Doug then walks up to me and gives me a smooch on the lips. He was scared and turns away to try and leave. I quickly run and grab his arm and turn him around and kiss him passionately.

Doug said he needed a second To text someone. I did the same, I texted on my email that I couldn’t make it and to plan for another time.

I saw that I had an immediate response to my first email

‘It’s alright, I think I may be late too.’

Then after a few seconds another one

‘It’s alright another time is fine.’

I was home free and now I can hang out with my new buddy. He wants to take me in the shower, we go behind the curtain and without turning on the water he gives me a blowjob. He was slurping so good, ufff, it was toe curling pleasure. The little hairs on his face would sometimes brush on my dick. I didn’t have a beard, I was clean shaven but he had a scruffy little beard.

His blowjob was so good. We decided to get out of there and go somewhere secluded for car play. We each drive to his apartment complex which was super dark. I go into the passenger seat of his car. I whip out my dick and it’s so erect that it’s shooting up.

“It’s so huge, what can we compare it to?” Doug says

He lifts to put his leg over on my side. His little shoe is so small and my dick is almost the size of his little toms shoe. I think he’s a female size like size 6 or 7 men maybe. It actually made my dick throb when my dick smack the side of his ankle. I tell him if he wants my cock. He gets down to blow me in the car. He deepthroats me for a good while, I tell him to let me fuck him.

I take him to the back seat and put the back door open , since we are park next to a bush I’m covered. Doug is in the back seat on all fours while I stand behind him about to stick it in. I drop my shorts and they land on top of my flip flops and I go in. His hole is so smooth to go in, my dick has a fat head and his ass was able to take it. 

I pumped in and out and made him moan, flipped him on his back and put his legs over my shoulders and began to fuck him fast. It was in pure ecstasy now. This skinny twink is so light I can carry him while I fuck him. I lift him up while still inside him and hold him from his legs. This is so risky but I was too into the moment. I’m fucking him standing and he is caressing my head and my hair while I’m thrusting.

I pull out of Doug and put him down. He puts his shorts on and tells me to follow him. I pull my shorts up and walk with him. There’s an area of the apartment complex on the side that’s just a side walk with open grass around it and some trees. It is completely dark here. 

 

He tells me to strip again despite being in an open field.

“Don’t worry it’s too dark for anyone to see.” He goes

He was right, there was no moon out tonight so it was uber dark. I kick off my sandals, drop my shorts and get my shirt off. Doug walks up and caresses my chest, pinches my nipples, and grabs my cock. He licks my nipples and nibbles on it making me wince. He then tells me to sit on the ground because he wants to ride me.

Doug keeps his sweater on but drops his shorts down to his steps out of them keeping his toms on. His jock strap was ultra sexy, his ass prepares to slowly go down and my dick goes in. Doug was an expert at riding dick, he goes up and down so smoothly. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I busted my nut inside him and gave out a moan. My legs and feet shivering, toes curling, my eyes rolling back. I was now back to normal. 

Doug jerked himself off for a few seconds more while he kept riding me and shoot a small load. He moans and his ass clenches and squeezed my already swollen dick some more. It takes us a few seconds to disconnect from each other. We each lay there next to each other and kiss.

Doug helps put on my shorts and he slips into his. After we dress up, I pick up Doug and hold him over my head and spin around, telling him how good that felt. We have each other a kiss and went back to our cars. I had a long drive back home but I was gonna crash in bed real good tonight.

When I got home I emailed my would be date and apologized for not meeting up, I said I would like to meet up again and try again, I emailed him my face pic, went to smoke a joint and ate munchies and fell asleep.

Brent’s phone pinged and had received a message from the guy from Craigslist…

Early Morning, 2040-Tommy and Bobby  Watch  Professor Phallus’ online  Gay Sextube Lecture

Tommy and Bobby, both 22, and in College, are sprawled out naked on Tommy’s bed , watching the early morning Sex Tube show on the 3-D Multiviewer.

Tommy’s blonde, Bobby has black hair. They’re  both bicurious of about Sex-and last night Tommy stayed over, and they had their their first really pleasurable  masturbation session; (and Tommy even sucked Bobby’s thick 8″ dick some.

 Professor Phallus is a wild character, 40, clean-cut good looks, nice set of muscles, and tattoed all over with small and large  penises. (During the tattoo sessions he got to suck quite a lot of the owner’s large, thick tattooed cock, as he got tattooed.)

He wears a red bulging jockstrap with his University logo on it.

(The half hour program is sponsored by Giganto Sex Toys-the only ‘Ai’ Sex Toy.)

‘Good morning, all you beautiful Men out there!”, he says.

(He’s in his book-lined living room, naked except for the bulging Jock strap. On the couch behind him are two slim, muscular young 20-something guys, also in jock straps.

 “Men, in their Lifetime, have thousands of orgasms, (approximately two to three thousand), and they are all for Pleasure or Recreation-(except for the one or two that produce progeny”).

“Man is basically a sexual animal and Nature designed us this way- to have a life of pleasure-fucking and sucking-as a reward for producing offspring. This is our Gift from Nature.

(And all mammal males enjoy Sex and shooting Cum-not just us. The male Whales love to shoot a load, the Dolphins, the Penguins, the Pigs-even your cute little male Dog loves an orgasm.)

So, let’s take  a closer at the Male Sex machine.

(and he motions skinny, but muscluar Jim off the couch, and turns his around so his bubble-butt ass is facing the camera. He gives the ass a couple friendly pats, and then says,”All the main nerves of the body go down Jim’s spine and right by his anal cavity. That why when Jim’s ass is fucked by a long thick cock, (which rubs against these nerves)-it feels so good.”

“Let’s demonstrate”, he says.- and he motions short muscular Carl off the couch and over to  Jim.  The Professor bends over and expertly sucks Carl’s thick, cut 8″ for five minutes . Carl quickly  becomes hard, then Lubes Jim, and thrusts his long, rigid cock in between the pale white buttocks. The camera zooms in on Carl’s thick shaft, and the steady, rythmic fucking.

Carl gives a final massive thrust and shoots his load. Jim gives a cry of pleasure-and shoot his load on a  floor  cloth. (Jim and Carl clean up and stand nearby-Carl’s  long, thick dick still rigid and hard.

“See what I mean-Says professor Phallus?  Sex is all meant for Pleasure.”

Then pivoting and squarely facing the camera-he  said,”Now I am an older Man, so it takes longer for me to Cum, but the pleasure is just as intense. Let me demonstate”. (And he motions Carl’s to bring his thick, rigid cock over to the professor’s ass. And he motions Jim to  kneel in front of him.

He pulls off his Jock strap and has a very thick 7 1/2-8″, thick-veined cock(the camera zooms in). He takes a Sex Stim and water, and in about two minutes his face reddens and his cock gets swollen and very rigid. He motions Carl to start fucking him and pulls Jim’s head closer and starts fucking Jim’s mouth and throat. Suddenly there’s a split screen on the  3-D multiviewer- so you can watch the ass fucking and the mouth fucking at the same time.

Both the professor and Carl fuck fast and furious and they both shoot their loads about the same time-Carl moaning slightly,  and the professor distinctly heard saying -‘Yes!”.

They all wipe up, and the professor wipes some sweat from his brow.

He goes off camera for a minute and come back on. He says- “I looked at the Video Feed, and you know what?- I think the demonstration went too quickly to show all the details. We’ll have to do it again.”

He turns to the guys and says-“are you guys up for that?”  Jim who had been sucking Carl-(off camera)-nods. Carl with his still hard dick, sticking straight up in the air, nods OK also.

The Professor takes another Sex  Stim.

Carl quickly thrusts his large, thick cock way up the Professor’s ass.  The Professor positions Jim-and  some more quick, intense mouth and ass fucking ensues and both guys shoot another load-with the camera  showing all of the close-ups of the thick swollen cocks.

The scene quickly changes. the Professor is wiping Cum off his still-swollen cock, and says, ‘Well that’d the end of today’s program. I would like to do another replay-(I’m a perfectionist), but I don’t want to tire out Carl and Jim.”

“Tommorrow’s Show is called  ‘The Tongue, and the Slow Pleasure of Exploring the Male Anal Cavity”.

With that-Tommy turns the  channel off and says to Bobby,’Let’s take a stim tab and try what we’ve just seen. I’ll be on Top, then I’ll suck you off.”

“OK”, says Bobby, rolling over on to his belly-and  exposing a small bubble-butted ass.

Tommy gets hard, lubes up Bobby, inserts his fat, rigid 7″  cock up Bobby’s  ass hole, and starts fucking.

Bobby sorts of squeals-“Oh, that’s good! Much better then the show! Whatever you do to me, I’d do to you.”

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More than He Could Handle.

Down in the public bathroom.

The buzz from a boozy reunion with old college buddies still hummed in Kevin’s veins. He’d spent the afternoon laughing, reminiscing, and nursing a few too many pints. The city, once his youthful playground, still felt familiar. He had bought himself a giant loft apartment, right on the other side of the town center. The lads had been drinking hard over lunch. It felt great to see them again. Reminiscing about all the mischief they had gotten into. As well as the sexual endeavors they had over the years. Shit, their college years had been fun. Most of his friends had gotten married by now. Only Kevin and Tom remained single.

Around three, Kevin said goodbye to the men. Drowsy, horny, and a little too drunk, he strolled across the shopping streets to the main square. Kev urgently needed a piss like a wicked racehorse. And between you and me, Kevin was hung like one, too. He knew that the entrance to an underground public bathroom on the square was closer than his apartment. Usually, Kevin would not have gone down there. But this was an emergency. It could not wait. The stories he had heard about that place would make the hairs on your sack stand on end. One would only go down there to score some dope, buy an illicit weapon, or worse.

Kev was a wholesome guy. Absolutely not someone to piss in his own pants, no matter what. Besides that, it was the middle of the day. Nothing terrible would happen now! It could not, would it? Families with their children were still out shopping. Those horrible things would only occur at night and to other dudes, thought Kevin foolishly to himself. And anyway, Kev was convinced he could handle anything. As long as he kept his mind on the job at hand. Promptly draining the lizard and getting the hell out of there.

The men’s room entrance was even more grubby than the stories had foretold. The stairs down were filthy. There were empty beer bottles and filled condoms littering the steps. The walls down to the underground bathroom were graffitied heavily with all kinds of lewd, pornographic texts and images.

Halfway down, the stairs took a ninety-degree turn. A businessman squatted on the first landing – just out of sight from the main square. Sitting with his back to the stairs down to the underground bathroom. One hand clasping his briefcase, the other tugging lewdly on the aroused pecker of a thuggish male street whore punk. The dude had a twenty in one hand and an eight-inch knife in the other. Just when Kev scurried past the two, the thug grunted loudly. Shooting his load over the suited businessman.

“Umm… Oh, yeah! Hmm. Ooh Fuck. Take that to your wife! You cheap ass-fucker. Next time, bring some real cash!” shouted the skinhead punk.
Kevin heard the thug kick the businessman in his stomach and the man toppling over down the stairs behind him. The businessman nearly collided with Kev as he pushed the grimy door to the gents open.

Once inside, Kevin’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings. He was a little surprised by a crowd of loitering men. The smell of piss, sweat, weed, and semen was the second thing that hit him. It made Kev retch. It took Kevin a little while to get his bearings in the place. Along the opposite wall, to the left, stood four grimy wooden toilet stalls. The mirrored sinks hung, stained brown, and partially broken to Kevin’s left. Full of debris and paper towels. All too dirty to be used. A long metal piss trough hung to the cubicles’ right – directly across from the entry door. Kevin did not know why, but it had a full-width mirror above it. Not that you could see much. It, too, was heavily graffitied. A large group of loitering men congregated in line to Kevin’s right. To his relief, they ignored him completely.

An older skater-type college boy and his young friend stood at the metal piss trough. Next to a builder. Playing with their wangs. Both their tracksuit pants hung around their knees. Asses flapping in the breeze. Grinning at each other. Oblivious that the other men behind the bog were ogling them. Out of the cubicle next to the skater’s left, stuck a fully erect black monster dick through a roughly cut glory hole. Twitching rudely up and down. Already dripping pre cum onto the stained floor.

The wall of the stall wore the unmistakable signs of cum-stains below the hole. It had enough phone numbers to make up a phonebook. ‘-Suck this-‘ read one of the graffitied texts. The arrows pointed at the glory hole with the enormous black horsecock that had poked its head through. Up against the opposite wall of the trough were a few guys casually leaning against the wall. As if they were waiting in line. One of them got a blowjob by a grubby punk with a wide mohawk. Wearing nothing but a yellowish rubber shirt, dingy piss-stained yellow jocks, and a leather dog collar with two-inch pointed spikes. His bleached skinhead-jeans lay in the trough. Getting soaked in all kinds of manly fluids.

And although this was not Kevin’s scene, he got sort of turned on by the debauchery of things he saw happening around him. Maybe it was the alcohol or the horny stuff his friends had talked about. Kev casually stepped away from the entrance door. Gravitating toward one of the empty toilet stalls. But still watching the other guys in the bathroom. He saw the punk on his knees going down the line. Groping cocks left and right. Sucking the prick in front of him deep down his well-lubed throat. Making all kinds of gagging and choking noises. Bobbing his face up and down.

The builder – still wearing his high-vis vest and helmet – had turned away from the bog. Seeing what was happening behind him in the large mirror over the trough. He pissed straight over the punk’s head. The skinhead did not release the grip on the two guys. He kept on jerking them off hard and fast. But merely bent his head back as far as he could. Letting the builder piss him right in his open mouth. The piss-whore gargled, then swallowed the piss as if it were his delight.

Kevin had walked over to the cubicle, where the big black dick was poking out from. All of a sudden, the door to the men’s room was roughly kicked open. Kev turned around in shock. Fearing for some kind of police raid. Or something. Two muscular men with tattoos, dressed in leather, jeans, and camouflage clothing, stormed in. They were tall and muscular. They had cropped hair, stubbled beards, and wore sunglasses.

When one of them saw the skater with his pants already around his knees, he ripped his codpiece open. A thick, tattooed cock sprung forward out of the leather chaps. In two giant steps, he jumped his victim. Kicking the boy’s legs apart, he pressed him against the wall behind the piss-trough. Pulling his ass up. The leather man nearly lifted the skinny college skater off his feet. Slamming his man-meat mercilessly into the boy-cunt in one go. The skater screamed his head off. He got butt-fucked raw and dirty by the muscle man. There was no escape.

From the boy’s horrid sounds, it was clear that this was his first time. The rest of the people in the bathroom looked in awe at the onslaught. Staring at the two rowdy leather musclemen. None of them stepped up to help the college guys. Those leather bikers looked way too scary to oppose, anyway. What shocked Kevin was the fact that it was still early. The shoppers on the square above were oblivious to what happened down here.

The other biker had grabbed the skater’s young friend. Throat fucking him brutally. Using the belt on his leather biker jacket around the boy’s neck. Controlling the skull-fucking tempo and the depth. The moans and grunts the young man made had even aroused the other dudes’ interest from the cubicles. Making them poke their head out the doors. Kevin stood right next to the naked black stud from the first cubicle. Watching the two boys getting manhandled roughly.

After watching the two raunchy dudes take and abuse the boys for about three minutes, it was all over. Both of them had loudly emptied their balls. One deep and meanly into the struggling skater’s butt. The other came deep into the mouth of his young friend. As quickly as the two mean men had entered the bathroom, as swiftly the burly dudes left. Laughing harshly. Telling each other what it was like as they bounded up the stairs.

Kevin was shocked. Well, he was doubly shocked. For one thing, he was shocked at the scene he just witnessed. It was as if it came right out of a dirty gay domination porn movie. But the other thing he was shocked about was that he was unknowingly stroking a big black monster cock. The guy had flung his arm around Kev’s shoulder. Then, their eyes finally met.
The big guy pulled Kevin around. Saying, “… Did you like that? I do like watching boys lose their virginity. Don’t you?… And it looks like you know a good thing when it’s handed to you, bro,” grinned the black dude dirty at Kevin. Watching his huge black cock getting stroked by Kev.

He leaned forward and kissed Kevin right on the mouth. Expecting some one-on-one anal action inside his cubicle. Whispering horsly, “… Wanna get fucked, bro? I need to empty my sack right now! You’ll do.“Kev said no and tried to pull away. But his hand was still gripping the warm black pole. Jerking him off. Rubbing his palm over the drippy cockhead. Distributing the pre cum over the horse-hung dick. Making the naked black hunk moan in pleasure.

Meanwhile, two lines had formed behind the skater boy and his young friend. Not to help them but to complete their education. The college guys were taken by the other men present. Neither of them protested much. One by one, the bent-over boys got an education they would not quickly forget. Getting ass-fucked and spit-roasted in the middle of the public bathroom. While the piss-whore was on the floor underneath the two dudes. Sucking them both off, like a pro. Eating all the cum that was dribbling out their assholes. The two young college men knew what they had gotten themselves into, after all. It certainly looked like they started to enjoy the anonymous gay sex.

Kevin finally remembered why he was down there. He had a stabbing pain in his gut. Kev still needed to piss like a racehorse. He swiftly entered the second cubicle, breaking away from the black stud. Pulled down his jogging pants. Attempting to piss. Nothing came out. He had a raging hard-on!
“Impressive!” came a dark voice in awe from cubicle number one, “… You’re as big as me. Come here, dude. Let me help you out! Stick that white monster through the wall.“

The black dude had broken Kevin’s concentration. He wasn’t gay! He came here to piss! Nothing else. Feeling horrified and caught, his dick’s erection lessened a little. This finally enabled Kevin to drain the lake. But stood there with one hand propped against the back wall. The other aimed the nine-inch slong at the john. He could not help but feel he was being watched. The release gave Kevin a wonderfully elated feeling, though. At that point, Kev could not care less. The sound he made was something like a burst water main. The deep sighs from Kevin attracted all kinds of attention. He felt watched as if the toilet stall was made of glass. The black stud watched him piss through the glory hole from the first stall. As were the two guys in cubicle number three. And even from behind the crack in the stall’s door, Kev felt eyes prick on the back of his neck.

After Kevin had finished, as quickly as he could, he would go back outside. Leaving these horny men to do their thing. Yet, the noise of the people fucking, slurping, sucking, moaning, and grunting around him made him feel hot and bothered. So, when he flicked his dick a few times to get rid of the last remaining drops of piss, he got turned on again. Listening more intently to the noises around him. Understandably, his cock got hard anew. He sat down on the yucky toilet seat. Dropping his dark-gray Chino’s around his ankles – beating himself off. Looking at the dirty graffiti texts on the inside of the cubicle walls.

Two hands appeared on top of the partition wall between his stall and stall number one. The trainers of the naked black stud came into sight underneath. And then the big dick thrust forward through the divider. Kevin watched the glistening veined cock in surprise for a while. Still, ferociously jerking himself off. Contemplating for a minute what he should do. His free hand eventually took hold of the black horse-hung stallion’s meat again.

Standing up, Kevin put his own dick next to the black man’s cock. They were both of similar size. Although the black one was slightly wider and veinier. Kev jerked them both off at the same time. Pressing them together with both his hands. The fit black hunk moaned in pleasure. He had a studded leather cock strap around the base of his cock and balls. Making the entire package stand proud.

“Go on… Suck it, dude. Suck my big black dick. I know you want to! Suck it! Do it now!” commanded the guy seductively. Not even bothering to lower his voice.
“No, man… I can’t… I am not gay!” whispered Kevin urgently.
“What has that to do with anything? Just do it. Go on. Take it. It won’t bite! Suck me!” repeated the stud forcefully.

Kevin dropped to his knees. And for the first time in his life, he took a cock into his mouth. First, he ran his tongue over the cockhead. Tasting the guy. Twirling his tongue around the base of the glans for a while. The black stud twitched a little. Then he groaned as Kev licked the shaft. From its tip all the way to the juicy hairless balls.
“That’s it! You’re doing fine… Now suck on my balls, boy! Take them into your mouth, and suck them,” said the man. As if he was giving the unseen, anonymous spectators a blow-by-blow commentary.

With great difficulty, Kev took the black nuts into his mouth. Lustfully licking around them, the massive dick resting between his forehead and the partition wall. Kevin wondered what it would be like sucking that big dick off. He had so far only been sucked off my women himself. But he had secretly wondered what it would be like.

Kevin took the balls out of his mouth with a satisfying plop. Took the base of the cock-shaft in one hand and opened wide. Taking the monster into his mouth. Stroking it over his tongue and resting it against the top of his mouth before closing his lips around it. Slowly increase the suctioning. This was apparently precisely what the stud had been hoping for. He started to moan and grunt darkly. Slowly, Kev bobbed up and down over his member. Sucking a guy off. And fucking loving the feeling. This wasn’t bad. This was actually nice. A hot throbbing cock in your mouth.

Kevin had placed two hands on either side next to the glory hole. Changing his position from his knees to a squat. Letting himself rock as deep over the cock as he could manage. Making sure he lubed the big shaft with plenty of spit. Kevin took him deeper than he had ever dreamed he would be able to do. Sometimes, he even carefully gagged himself on the black monster.

The slurping sounds that Kev now made egged the stud on as well. His breathing got a lot faster, and his grunts got hotter. The dude started to rock his hips back and forth. Face fucking Kevin. Slowly and deliberately at first. But much more violently and a lot deeper after a while. Taking away all resemblance of control Kevin thought he had. And then it happened, without any warning, and just when the black cockhead had wedged himself deep down Kev’s throat, the cock swelled and trembled.

The stallion exploded into Kevin with dirty, loud, growling moans. Dumping stream after stream of thick, juicy sperm into Kevin’s mouth and throat. Flabbergasted, Kev took it. Not wanting his clothes to get stained, he kept the cum-pump in his mouth. Swallowing as much down as he could. The rest he let dribble over the black dick and balls. Kevin watched the last twitches of the black cum stained dick in awe. And when the black stud did not withdraw his cock from the glory hole, Kev started to lick the rest of the cum off instinctively. Licking every last drop up. Cleaning the man properly and sucking him dry.

Without being fully aware of it, Kevin had stood up, turned around, grabbed the black cock, sliding his ass over it. Kev wanted to know what it would feel like. The pain was intense. But as soon as the dripping wet dick was past the outer ring, it felt sort of doable. Very slowly, he pushed a little deeper over the nine-incher.
The stud moaned in surprise, “… Do you want some lube?“

He must have felt the tightness of Kevin’s virgin butt-hole gripping his still rockhard cock. Kevin grunted yes under his breath as he let the monster slide out. Leaving a painful burning twinge in his ass behind. The stud squirted a whole lot of lube over his shaft and handed the bottle to Kevin. He worked some into his asshole, returning the bottle back underneath the partition wall. Pressing his hole against the separation, he felt a lubed finger opening his ring.
“Brase yourself… I am going in deep,” grunted the man hornily, “… You’re going to get fucked, bro! Take that black cock deep! That’s it. Let me in, man! Fuck, you’re so tight! I love it. Open that hole and let me in!“

Kevin stood bent over between the partition walls of this stall. Taking deep, steadying breaths. Desperately trying to relax his gut. Bracing himself with both hands on the opposite wall. Pressing his ass against the wall where the black bull was sliding his slick, slurping cock in and out. Nothing too aggressive, but still, the length and girth of the horse-hung cock were no joke. Kev had closed his watering eyes. Seeing as the black stud started fucking the bum hole in earnest now. This was some feeling. The black dong was slurping loudly as Kev’s hole took all of him. Drumming his hips up against the wooden partition wall. His cock made the unmistakable noises of riding a sloppy well-lubed tight man-cunt.

When Kev finally was able to relax, he looked up and opened his eyes. He saw a nice hairy cock poking inches from his mouth from stall number three. The guy was clearly not alone in there. There were four boots visible underneath the partition wall. From the movement of the throbbing cock Kevin could make out that the guy was getting porked as well. Kev stretched out a little more. Taking the seven hairy inches into his mouth while his ass was rammed considerably faster and rougher now.

Who could have known this? Wondered Kevin. Never been fucked before, and now I am being spit-roasted in a dirty public bathroom. Kevin used his arms to bob back and forth. Slamming his butt over the big black nine-inch cock in his ass. And gagging himself over the seven-inch cock from the other stall.

The two guys from stall three were talking openly about Kev’s achievements. The hairy dude was impressed. Egging each other on. It did not take long before Kev had to swallow a second dirty load of cum. He came moments after the guy fucking in stall number three rammed his seed deep into his friend. His orgasm was loud enough for everyone in the public bathroom and outside to hear. All of the men down here laughed and cheered. No doubt, wishing they were in that stall. The black bull from cubicle number one was also aroused by the sounds. He viciously rammed forward. Pounding his cum deep into Kev. Grunting nastily like a wild boar. Loudly cursing as he pumped Kevin’s ass full of sperm.

Kevin let him ride out his waves of ecstasy. Letting the black stallion pump his hole for a while. Churning the cum into a froth. When he finally pulled out after a few minutes, Kevin sat back down on the dingy toilet seat. Feeling the cum drip out his aching ass. Kev was out of breath. It took him a while before he was able to think again. Kevin pressed some of the cum out of his butt. Letting it fart as he did so. Kevin had never felt so dirty in all his life. And yet, this was an experience he would love to repeat for sure.

The only thing missing was his own release. Being used was one thing. But now he wanted what the burly biker guys had done. He wanted to fuck a guy. Breeding some anonymous asshole. Love them, and leave them. Kevin partially pulled up his dark gray Chino pants. Letting his rock-hard member swing proudly in the breeze as he stepped out of the cubicle.

He walked over to the metal piss-trough. Took one quick look. Picked the asshole he wanted and plunged forward. Apparently, Kevin was not the only one in his group who took a walk on the wild side today. It was one of his friends from college, Tom. Kev rail the cunt, rougher, harder, faster, and way deeper than the other men had seen done before. And that was saying something. Kev’s friend screamed as he got roughly penetrated.

When Kevin pulled his head up by a fist full of hair, the two recognized each other. Their eyes met in the mirror above the bog for the first time. They both had almighty nasty grins on their faces. It was as if these two finally got to live out their ultimate gay fantasy. Tom let Kevin nail him, use him, abuse him, grope him, squeeze him, slap him, hurt him, and breed him until he could stand no more. Watched by a dozen men. For once, Kevin could not care less.

Kevin pulled out with a dirty plop. His cum and Tom’s ass juices dripped onto the bathroom floor. Kev’s friend dropped in a pile on the floor at his feet. The other men in the public bathroom stood in a circle around the two guys. Not knowing what was going on. Fearing the worst. Kevin pulled the tormented guy gently up. Tom hugged Kev dearly as they kissed intently. And the other men started to applaud the two friends.
“Wanna come back to my place? So you can get your own back, Tom?” asked Kevin once they had washed up a little.

“I’d love to Kev. Boy, that was something else than what we did together in college. Wasn’t it?” gasped Tom, satisfied but out of breath. Sliding a wet hand down Kev’s ass crack. Fingering the sloppy hole for a hot moment. Kevin grinned dirty and clapped a hand over Tom’s shapely manhood. The two walked arm in arm out of the underground public bathroom into the dark.
“Fuck,” thought Kevin to himself, “… How long have I been down there? No matter. It was fun. And tonight, we will do it all over again… again… and again.“

< The END >

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Originally written: March 2021
(C) StrykerJ – Edited / re-written: – November 2024

I have never been on a train, let alone a cross-country train. I was nervous but also excited to see our country like never before.

I had bought a raffle ticket and had won an all-inclusive cross country train trip.

I arrived early, as I always try to do. I was boarded and shown my berth. It was a little small but not uncomfortable. I also found out that I would be sharing these accommodations with someone else.

His name was Ted and this was not his first time on this train. He has vacationed many times via Amtrak. He told me all of the ins and outs so I would enjoy it more.

Once the train had departed and we were out of the city he told me we should go up to the observation deck and enjoy the view as we rolled along. I thought this was a good idea and that is where we went.

A couple of hours later we decided to get something to eat and went into the dining car.

It was in here hat I mentioned that it seemed to be only men on this train and was wondering why.. Ted said that this was a special gay excursion and was surprised that I didn’t know this before going on it.

I told him that I had no idea, I had bought a raffle ticket in a bar I had stopped in one day and actually won this trip.

That explains it then. You, Gary, are on the trip of your life if you care to take advantage of it, he told me.

But I’m not interested in having sex with another man I said.

You say that now but by the time morning comes around you might have a change of heart, then laughed as he squeezed my knee under the table.

Ted then said we should go relax in the lounge car for a while before retiring for the night.

When we went to the lounge car things were getting lively. There was gay porn playing on a large screen TV and several men together as couples with no inhibitions making out with each other.

I even saw one man on his knees giving another a blow job.

Once we were sitting down a man came over that obviously knew Ted. He asked about me and Ted told him of my situation.

You are a lucky guy to have connected with Ted here. If anyone can help you enjoy yourself on this trip Ted can do it. Just don’t forget about me once you are broken in and want to do some group action.

I had turned red faced at this and Ted said not to worry, he wouldn’t throw me to the wolves. Then he asked me if I was enjoying everything I was seeing so far.

I told him that this was all so knew to me that I still didn’t know what to think of it. I mean I have never seen anything like it before yet I could feel my cock rising from it all.

Ted reached over and gave it a pat telling me he would take care of that problem later when we got back to our berth.

We spent an hour in there and I saw things progressing with everyone that pretty soon I even saw a man come in with a naked man on a leash.

Ted greeted him as if they were long lost friends. The other man asked Ted if I was a new sub he had brought along on this trip.

Ted told him I wasn’t…….yet! I didn’t know what they were talking about and nobody bothered explaining it to me.

The man then told his sub to make me more comfortable because it looked like my cock was uncomfortable in my tight jeans in its current condition. He released his leash and he came closer to me and began taking my now quite hard cock out of my pants.

He took me into his mouth and began giving me the blow job of  my life. Ted told him to not make me cum though because he wanted that for later tonight.

I was soon on the edge when he stopped sucking me and put my aching cock away. He was then taken away by his Master.

Well, Ted said, did you like that. I told him that I did but I really wanted to cum. He told me that I would get to cum back in the berth but only after I suck his cock and swallow all of his cum.

I told him I didn’t think I could do that. We’ll see he told me and we left to retire for the night.

In our birth Ted said that since this was my first train journey he would explain everything in the overnight berth worked.

He showed me what everything was and how it worked and when he got to the beds he told me that they could be set up as 2 individual beds or as one single bed.

He said we would be using it as an individual bed and sharing it. I was a little unsure of this but didn’t feel I had much choice so just went along with it.

He also told me that while in the birth we would always remain naked.

Once he had the bed ready for us and we were both naked we got under the covers. He didn’t waste any time taking my once again hardening cock into his mouth and sucking it.

I thought I would blow my load right away but he wouldn’t let me. He just kept getting me right to the edge and stopping until I calmed down.

After he kept this up for quite a while he told me that it was now my turn. I still wasn’t sure and told him so.

He put his hand on my neck and gently guided my head towards his cock telling me to just relax and open my mouth. I did as he said and soon had a cock in my mouth for the first time.

He slowly guided my head up and down telling me how good I was doing sucking a cock for the first time. He said he would make me a first-class cock sucker before this night was over.

After several minutes he told me he was going to cum. He said he wanted me to swallow it all and held my head tighter so I couldn’t get it off his cock as he started shooting his cum into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow.

When he finished he said he would rest for a minute and then suck my cock to completion for me.

I laid back onto the bed and he began sucking my cock. I didn’t last but a minute when I gave him the biggest load of my life.

We both then went to sleep.

In the morning we went to the dining car for breakfast and his friend with the slave came by and asked him how his night went. Ted told him that he was making me a first-class cock sucker. Hearing this I turned red all over.

His friend said that this was good and asked if he would be seeing us at the orgy the following day, Ted assured him we would both be there.

I asked Ted what this was all about. He told me that today is the designated orgy day of the trip. Nobody that wasn’t interested in participating in it would be allowed in the observation car and everyone there had to remain naked while there as well.

He took me back to our berth and had me on my knees right away. You need to get me really hard right now so I can take your cherry ass pussy before the orgy. I will be gentle with you but nobody else will be so it is to your benefit that I fuck you now.

I sucked his cock for several minutes before he had me on the bed. I felt him pour some lube along my ass crack and start working a finger into me. It actually felt pretty good, but then he pushed a second one in and that hurt some.

As he worked my hole open by adding another finger in I started liking it again.

Then he pulled his fingers out and I felt the head of his cock press against me. As he worked the head into me it really hurt and I begged him to stop.

He just kept pushing though and I could feel his entire cock entering me until I finally felt his balls against my ass. He stopped moving and told me that the worst part was over and once I got used to the fullness I would want him to fuck me.

Sure enough it wasn’t long before I was telling me fuck me harder. He did just that and pretty soon he told me he was going to breed my man pussy.

He pushed in as deep as he could and I felt his cock begin shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into me.

When he finally pulled out I felt so empty and could feel his seed running out and down my ass.

Let’s go up to the observation deck and watch the country go by.

And that’s how we spent most of the day, watching the scenery as we rolled along the tracks. Or I should say Ted spent the time watching the scenery as I had my head in his lap sucking his cock.

As I was doing this I could hear him talking to people as they stopped by. Some of them were curious who the knew cock sucker was on this trip.

One of them Ted told to take a seat and I would show him how well I could suck his cock. Ted had told him that I had never sucked cock before the previous day.

When we finally retired for the night Ted fucked me again. When he was done he didn’t pull out but kept his cock inside me telling me we were going to sleep like this so when he woke up during the night, which he always does he said, he could fuck me some more.

True to his word I woke up twice during the night to his cock pound another load into me.

The next day was pretty much like the day before. We got up, showered and cleaned good, then went to breakfast.

He told me that the orgy would start at 1pm and it would go until everybody had their fill of sex.

It was one when Ted said we were going to the orgy and reminded me that we needed to leave our clothes in our berth. He also told me that at any time I could say no to anything. However once I say no then I would have to leave the orgy.

When we walked into the car I was astonished at how many men there were there already. It seemed though everyone became quiet when we entered.

I was introduced as the winner of the raffle and as such would be the center of attention this year.

Ted then led me to a row of seated men and told me I could start with these guys and suck their cocks.

I must have sucked 10 cocks before I was through. Then I was strapped onto a special bench. The 10 men I sucked off were all hard again and began fucking me.

By the time the orgy ended I had been fucked almost 2 dozen times and had sucked every cock in the place at least once.

By the time the trip ended I was a complete faggot cum slut and signed up for next years trip.

Terry waited expectantly, staring across the table at the woman as she frowned.  She was looking at cards laid in a particular pattern and was interpreting their meaning.

“You’ve got a problem,” she said.

Terry forced himself to not roll his eyes as he muttered quietly to himself.  “No shit, Sherlock.”

The woman paid him no attention as she turned her head from one card to the next, occasionally pointing and tapping with a single long-nailed finger.  After several minutes, she grimaced and spoke.  “First of all, there’s nothing I can do for you except tell you what I see in the cards.  I’m not sure I can even advise you on what you should — or even can — do.  I’m not going to try to sell you anything, and I don’t refer people to other occultists, either.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” said Terry in a low voice.  “What’s going on?”

“Other people might interpret these differently than me, but this is the story that I’m reading from what’s in front of me.”  She pointed at one card.  “This represents you and what’s going on right now for you.”

“The Lovers?”

“Reversed,” she corrected.  “How the cards are placed can change what they might mean.  Since it’s upside-down, it means there is uncertainty and conflict.  And since this is one of the Major Arcana, that means this is a big deal.”  She gestured to other cards on the table.  “These, though, tell me that this is something that is inflicted on you.  This isn’t just you just not understanding or not taking ownership of your actions, though that is a part of it, too.  You are surrounded by ill intent and misfortune.”

“Such as?” Terry prompted.

“The Seven of Swords,” was the reply.  “If you look at the picture on this card, you can see that the person is stealing the weapons from the camp in the background.”  The woman gestured.  “In this position, it looks like deceit, like an enemy that you think is — or was — your friend.  Or possibly someone even closer to you than that.”

“I haven’t had anyone closer to me than a friend in a long time.”

“I know,” she said, pointing at another card.  “The Eight of Cups is in your past.  You walked away from that kind of intimacy.”  She tapped at a particular point on the card.  “Look at the way these cups are stacked.  There is a gap in the ones on the top row.  You were feeling incomplete or unfulfilled with what you had, so you left.”

Terry considered.  It’s true that he was the one to do the breaking up in his last significant relationship.  It was also true that he initiated the break-up because he was not as happy as he thought he could — or should — be.

“I don’t see anything about relationships in that picture.  It’s just the one figure walking away.”

“That’s not in the Eight of Cups card, true.  But remember that the card representing you and your present is The Lovers, inverted.  Together, these tell me that this entire issue is about relationships.”

“Fair enough,” Terry conceded.  “What else?”

“Above you is the Seven of Wands. That signifies conflict.  Below you is the Ten of Swords — betrayal.”  The woman looked up into Terry’s face.  “Did your last relationship end badly?”

“Not particularly badly,” said Terry.  “It just ended.  I might have been the one to end it, but it had run its course.  It wasn’t really a surprise or anything.”

“If you say so,” she said, returning her gaze to the cards.  The next one showed the back of a person carrying a large number of long sticks.  “But in front of you is the Ten of Wands — a great burden.”

Terry smiled wryly to himself.  The burden wasn’t just in front of him, he was embroiled in a problem that was physical, mental, and possibly even spiritual.  That’s why he sought out someone to read tarot cards in the first place.  He didn’t put much stock in things like this, but a stranger with a different perspective might be able to offer something useful.

“The next card — the Five of Pentacles, but reversed — says that the hardships will end, so don’t lose hope.  However, the other cards imply that might not happen soon or easily.”

“So eventually, things will change?”

“They always do.  Very little is permanent.  But your situation is being influenced by a very important person with bad intent.”  She tapped the next card.  “The Magician, reversed.  When upright, the Magician seeks truth and is resourceful.  When inverted, there is manipulation or a misuse of skills or power.”

“Hmmm,” murmured Terry noncommittally.  He knew that a lot of so-called fortune tellers would often just regurgitate back at you whatever information you fed them.  He was trying not to give this one anything with which she could put together a fake reading of the cards.

“This is also another card from the Major Arcana, so it typically carries a heavier weight than the other cards.  This is someone you know.  Someone who knows more than you think or has sought out a means to negatively influence or affect you.

Terry was having a rough time, all right, but he couldn’t possibly see how someone else was directly causing it.  His last breakup was almost a year ago, and this problem didn’t surface until the last six months or so. 

“Your hopes or fears,” she continued, “are represented by the Two of Cups.  This is another card about connection and relationships.  The two people in this card clearly desire or care for each other, don’t they?  Notice how one is reaching for the other.”

Terry would settle for a 15-minute relationship, so long as that meant that he had shot his load.  Lately, something always seemed to happen to interrupt the moment.  

Once he had been having a fantastic time with a little femme-boy he had picked up and brought home.  This trick had been skinny almost to the point of being emaciated, with no hair on his chest, but he could kiss like a mother-fucker.  Terry had been lying on his back and the bleached-blonde twink was straddling him.  As he was lowering his delicious ass down, enveloping Terry’s needy cock with his hole, glass had shattered.  Someone had thrown a rock through a window in his living room in an act of random vandalism.  

The twink had left, and Terry had called the police.

Another time, a promising date from an app on his phone had come to Terry’s house.  The man was tall and muscled, and tattoos ran up the length of his right arm.  Terry had opened the door, and the date had reached out a hand and groped at Terry’s crotch before even coming in the door.  No words were exchanged.  As he stepped across the threshold, though, there was a loud thud from outside, and a car alarm began going off.  

The guy’s car had been hit while parked in front of Terry’s house.  This resulted in another call to the police and another set of blue balls.

Terry had even snagged an invitation to a weekend-long retreat with a dozen other horny gay men that undoubtedly would have included lots of time for sex and orgies.  He had been looking forward to swallowing loads from each of them and doing his best to impregnate a few (even though that was biologically impossible, it would be fun to try).  He hadn’t driven more than 5 miles before one of his tires blew out and smoke started coming from the engine.

It wasn’t just sex with other people that was problematic lately, either.  He wasn’t even able to take care of his needs himself lately.  Just in the past week, a water pipe had burst, he’d seen a rat scamper across the floor, his mother had called, or any of a number of other things to just kill the mood when he was trying to jerk off.

Terry didn’t really believe in the occult, but his sex life certainly seemed to be cursed as of late.  Desperate times called for desperate measures, so here he was having tarot cards read.

“If you continue on the path you are on,” the woman continued, “we see the Seven of Pentacles, inverted.  Upright, you’d see the man ready for a ripe harvest after a season’s worth of effort.  Upside down means setbacks.  Not finishing what you started.  Lack of reward for your hard work.”

Terry wasn’t sure that he liked that.  If true, it meant that he was going to be suffering from sexual frustration for a long time, yet.  He was already desperate enough to contact an occultist against his better judgment.

“If I continue on the path I’m on?”  Terry questioned.  “What does that mean?  Can I change what’s going on?”

“It’s certainly possible,” the reader returned.  She pointed at the upside-down Five of Pentacles Card.  “If you see this card right-side up, it looks like two beggars — one of them lame — out in the snow.  They’re walking past a stained glass window, but no one cares.  Upside down, their troubles are coming to an end.  This card is also in a position to show that you’re currently enduring your situation, and that’s not necessarily the wrong thing to do.  That doesn’t mean that it’s the best course of action for resolution, though.”

She continued.  “Now take this card in conjunction with the last one that represents the outcome of your problem.  If you do nothing but hope and persevere, your situation will not improve quickly by itself.  It will, eventually, but being passive will not make things better in the immediate future.”  Gesturing to the other cards, she said, “You’re currently surrounded by adversity, and there’s a single person who is the lynchpin.”  

A finger tapped the upside-down Magician card.  “This is who got the ball rolling on your troubles.”  The reader frowned slightly, pointing to the other cards.  “Almost everything here tells me this is someone you trust or trusted.  For some reason, someone is working against you and devoting significant effort into that.”

“Let’s say I have an idea who this might be,” started Terry, even though he didn’t.  “What should I do?  How do I proceed?  Do I confront them?”

“The cards don’t say much on this, but I might advise against it.”  She pointed to the Ten of Swords card.  “I see this as a violent card when taken in context with the others.  The subject in the card literally has been stabbed in the back with several weapons, and they’ve been left behind.  The Seven of Swords and inverted Magician both speak to untrustworthiness.  This person could very well be unstable or obsessive.  If you confront this person directly, it may not go well.”

“Really?”  It was hard to believe in this, but there was an eerie accuracy — vague though it may be —  to what was said so far for the most part.  He wasn’t sure how much weight to give the thought of one person causing his troubles with sex, though.  If it was supposed to be someone he knew, who was that?

“Look at it this way, too: if there is a person who is the cause of your problem, and they’re going to the kind of lengths that the cards suggest to affect you with negativity, what would their reaction be if you started accusing them?”

“What am I supposed to do then?  Light some candles?  Burn some sage?”

“You could if you wanted to,” said the woman somewhat cryptically, with just a hint of sarcasm.  “Personally, I’d work on figuring out who or what might be causing my problems if I were you.  Or why.  Or both.  And then, figuring out how I could redirect their attentions elsewhere.”

That was a reasonably practical suggestion.

“Look,” she continued.  “I don’t pretend to know what’s going on in your life or why you came to me or what you’re looking for.  I’m just looking at the cards and telling you what makes sense to me.  Like I said before, I’m not going to try to sell you crystals or anything or refer you to anyone calling themselves a witch or anything like that.  I’d take a restraining order from the court instead of a talisman for protection any day of the week, personally.”

Terry was starting to like this woman despite his general skepticism of her craft.  She gestured to the cards on the table again.  “What I see in these is that your problem is relationship-oriented, you want to get out of that situation, and there is a person that’s the ultimate cause of your frustrations.”  She paused thoughtfully.  “Yes, I think that ‘frustration’ is a good word for it.”

Terry could agree with that.  “Frustration” was an excellent word for his overall mood.

The reader absentmindedly picked the next card up from the deck and glanced at it.  She gave a double-take and looked at it harder.

Terry was intrigued despite himself.  If she was a charlatan, she put on a good show.  “What?” he questioned.

“Did you,” she began hesitantly, “drive your car here?”

Terry was immediately on his guard.  Slowly, he replied.  “Yes.”

“Do you have a dash cam that you can activate right now?”

While he had an app on his phone that let him activate the camera as a dash cam with a word, his phone was in his pocket.  “No.”

IT’S IN THE CARDS

She looked at him urgently.  “Go check on your car,” she directed.  “Right now.  I’ll wait here for you to come back, but it is very important that you go check on your vehicle right this minute.”  She laid the card she had been staring at down on the table, face-down.

This didn’t make a lot of sense.  “What?”

“Do it,” she insisted.

Resignedly, expecting to find either nothing or a scam of some sort, Terry rose from the table.  He retraced his steps to the door leading to the street and opened it.  He scanned the street to where he had parked and suddenly came alert.

Someone had opened the passenger-side door and was leaning into his car.  He couldn’t make out who it was, but he could see the open door and someone bent over as if doing or searching for something.

“This will not do,” Terry muttered to himself, anger rising.  Leaving the door to the tarot reader’s place ajar behind him and without making sudden moves, he stepped out onto the street.  He reached into his pocket to find his key fob.  He momentarily considered reaching for his cellular phone instead, but this vandal would be out of his car and away before any police arrived.  Pulling his fob out, he looked at it briefly, making sure he saw the buttons on it.

Taking a few slow and deliberate steps toward his car, he tensed his body to be ready for a pursuit.  Carefully, deliberately, he pressed the button on his key fob labeled “Panic.”

Immediately the lights on the car started flashing, the horn started sounding, and an alarm began wailing.  The perpetrator jerked up in surprise, hitting the back of his head on the frame of the car with significant force.

“Shit!” the intruder exclaimed, grasping the back of his head in pain with both hands.  He dropped whatever had been holding onto the front seat as he squirmed and gasped.

Terry immediately ran the several steps to get to his open car door.  Slamming into it with his full weight, he forcefully pinned the man inside the car.  

“What the fuck!?” exclaimed a familiar voice.  “Goddamn, that hurts!”

Holy shit, the reader had been right.  Terry knew this asshat.  The man who he had broken up with all those months ago had been rooting through his car, doing God-knows-what.  He didn’t know if this complete waste of DNA was actually behind his sexual frustrations lately, but he was in no mood to put up with his car being broken into by someone he once dated.  This guy was lucky Terry didn’t try to break his legs by slamming the car door over and over against them.

“You’re not going anywhere, motherfucker,” Terry said, trying to keep his fury in check, “except maybe to jail.  What’s wrong with you?  Breaking into my car? After all this time?  Really?”  

Terry was sure that he had his ex well-restrained.  Even if his ex had been a physically strong man (and he wasn’t), he had no leverage to try to push Terry off the car door holding him in place.  His legs had been bent when Terry caught him in the door, so his lower legs were all but immobilized by the pinching of the door combined with Terry’s weight on the side away from the hinges.  Given his positioning, there wasn’t much the he could try to brace his arms with, either, to try to push from that direction.  He wasn’t going anywhere until Terry allowed it.

In fact, it didn’t seem that he was even going to try all that hard to escape.    After a couple of futile attempts to push the door open, he just slumped across the front seat of the car, sobbing and wailing in apparent anger and frustration at being caught.  Terry could only make sense of every third word or so, but he thought he heard something about promises or broken deals.  It didn’t make any sense, but he didn’t really care about these ravings right now, either.

Leaning heavily on the door to pin his most recent ex a little more painfully in place, Terry slid a hand into his pocket for his phone and used the Emergency function to call the police.  Once it was clear that he was detaining the intruder himself, the voice on the other end replied that cars would be dispatched immediately.  Within minutes, Terry’s ex was in handcuffs and sitting in the back of a police car being driven to the nearest station.  Terry followed them so he could give his statement.  

A few hours later while sitting in the police station with a cup of bad coffee in his hand, a uniformed officer approached him.

“So this douchebag has been spilling his guts about a lot of things he’s done to you,” he explained.  “Hit and run.  Stalking.  Breaking into your home and car.  Releasing rats into your residence and causing a health hazard.  Identity theft of you and your family members.  Lots more, too.”

Terry rolled his eyes.  “Good Lord,” he sighed.  “I haven’t even seen or spoken to this guy in months.  I had no idea he was still around, much less that he was doing shit.”

“The guy got more than a little obsessed with the idea of getting you back for breaking up with him,” the officer continued.  “To hear him tell it, he went from grief to anger and kind of got stuck there, emotionally.  He started following you.  At one point he got a copy of your key fob and had it cloned at a locksmith so he could get in and out of your car undetected.”  The policeman sat and looked directly into Terry’s face.  “It gets worse, and we’re going to need to search where you live.”

“Do what, now?”  Terry was getting confused.

“Well,” the officer went on, “he said that he’s got some wireless cameras set up in your bedroom and elsewhere.  We need to find them for evidence.”

“You’re fucking kidding me!”

“I wish I was.”

Terry was feeling more and more violated the more he found out what was going on.  How could he have not noticed or guessed some of this?  “Let me get this straight,” he said.  “This absolute prick was watching me pretty much all of the time, I guess, and any time he saw me with someone else…”

The policeman finished for him.  “Threw a rock through your window.  Whanged the fuck out of some guy’s car.  Released a rat into your place.  All sorts of things.  He knew your regular schedule and hung out with a tablet computer near you when he knew you were supposed to be home.  Or he’d follow you if he saw you going out.”  The officer shrugged.  “The dude is seriously messed up.  But he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Good God,” Terry muttered.  He didn’t want to believe this story, but under the circumstances, what choice did he have?

“We’ll be keeping him here for a while,” the officer went on.  “Then turn the information and his confession over to the prosecutor.  I expect him to be a guest of the criminal justice system for several years based on what we have so far.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“Once we do a search and get the cameras he admitted to planting, fingerprints, and any other evidence this dicknuts left behind, you’ll be getting your life back the way it was before this guy started interfering.”

Terry signed deeply and felt a budding sense of relief.  Was his libido finally going to be allowed to run free again?

“Is there anything you need while we get the paperwork together to gather evidence at your place?” the policeman concluded.

Terry was foreseeing an end to the last several months of being interrupted.  “Well,” he said smirkingly, “I could use a few minutes alone somewhere private, I think.  I have something I need to work out right quick.”  He winked at the policeman, who smirked in response.  “Then a few minutes later, I might need someone to help me out with the exact same problem.”

“Well,” he replied with a small shake of the head, “our job is to serve the public.  If you need a hand — or anything else — all you have to do is ask.” His eyes slid down from Terry’s face to his crotch and stayed there.  “Your stalker made it clear that he was doing everything he could to make sure you were — stymied.”

Terry smiled wryly.  “Entrapment, officer.  I’m not going to blow my first load in months only to get arrested for being lewd in public.”

“I’m due a break,” he replied, reaching one hand up to rub at his nipple through his uniform, “and I’d be a sucker if I let a chance like this pass me by.  A guy who’s been — interrupted for this amount of time?  You might bust in your pants before I could get my lips around it.”

Terry nodded, acknowledging the thought and the possibility as his dick rose to full attention inside his trousers.  “Don’t be a tease,” he said.  “I’d be happy to let you suck out a load or three, but I don’t want to get arrested for letting you suck me off in a public place like — oh, I don’t know — a police station?”

“Damn, this thing with that guy has made you a little paranoid, hasn’t it?  Or were you always like this?”  

“A little, maybe.  But the circumstances are kind of weird.”

The officer began removing items from various compartments on his belt and pockets.  “I can’t get us in a private place in the amount of time I have for my meal break.”  Things were placed carefully on a desk.  “I CAN get us in a room with no surveillance where we’ll be left alone for a little while.  Give me three minutes on my knees.  I’ll leave my cuffs and other shit like that here so you know that I’m not trying to trick you.”

Terry was sorely tempted, and the ache in his testicles demanded to be released soon.  “Well…”

“You won’t have to do anything.  Just stand there.  I’ll pull out your cock and get you off.  That way, you’re not taking any actions that would give me cause to arrest you.  I’ll do all the work.  All you have to do is get off.”

“All right,” Terry said, standing awkwardly.  “You talked me into it.  Now let’s get to where we need to be.”

Less than two minutes later, the police officer had led Terry into an empty storage room, pushed him against the wall, and knelt, working feverishly to free Terry’s cock.  As Terry’s clothes fell and crumpled around his ankles, the policeman paused briefly.  Reaching towards the door, he pushed the button on the knob to set the lock.

“That takes care of that knob, now let’s take care of yours.”

Terry gasped loudly as the warm wetness enveloped his needy dick, his eyes opening wide.  It felt as if every nerve in his groin was firing off signals of pleasure all at once.  He wasn’t sure he had ever felt a sexual thrill this intense.  The combination of the time, place, the person currently trying to consume his dick, the amount of time since he had cum…everything about the situation was heightening his sensations.

The policeman worked the buttons of his shirt to open it, revealing a bare and skinny chest.  Reaching around, he grabbed at Terry’s ass, with one finger on each hand massaging his hole once they found it.  He continued to work the prick with his face, getting sloppier each time he buried his nose in Terry’s pubes.  Soon, slobber was dripping down his chin and wetting his slight pecs.

Terry laced his fingers behind his head and squeezed his bent arms forward around the side of his head.  This guy had asked for three minutes, and that might be all the time he needed.  This guy’s mouth was exquisite!  Terry closed his eyes and began to imagine the size of the load that would soon be released after so long.

A rattling at the door shocked him back to reality.  Someone was trying to get into the storage room.  “Are you fucking kidding me,” he whispered sharply.  He dropped his hands from behind his head and began to stoop down to re-dress.  His dick popped out of the officer’s mouth, and a disappointed little moan escaped his lips.

The policeman pulled back a little and looked up into Terry’s face.  “Don’t worry,” he whispered back.  “This door is almost always unlocked.  Only a couple of people have the key, and they should be on their meal break right now like I am.  We have a few more minutes.”  

Terry heard muttered cursing from the other side of the door, and it sounded like its source went down the hallway.

“All right, then,” he said meaningfully.  Once again, Terry stood tall and laced his fingers behind his head.  

The officer immediately opened his mouth and began to sloppily work for his reward. The hands resumed their previous positions, with fingers massaging the outside of Terry’s asshole.  Despite assuring Terry that they had time, he bobbed his head more quickly than before, clearly not wanting to waste time just in case someone found the key to the door.

Terry felt his need arising and knew that he had only seconds to brace himself.  He consciously tried to keep his lower body as relaxed as he could, while squeezing the side of his head. He struggled to keep his breathing as normal as possible.  If this guy wanted his pent-up load this badly, he might as well take it down his throat.  

After all, he was on his meal break, wasn’t he?  The least Terry could do would be to make sure he had a decent meal.

And then it was happening.  Terry was glad he was standing against a wall because the power of his release would have made him stagger if he hadn’t been.  As it was, his knees buckled a bit.  He struggled to keep control of his voice as it felt like cum was coming out of his dick in a forceful stream instead of repetitive spurts.

The man on his knees began to swallow noisily, grunting as he struggled to breathe as more and more sperm flooded his mouth.  He gulped as quickly as he could, keeping up with the flood of jizz that invaded his orifice.  He seemed determined to take all of Terry’s now-released seed, and Terry was fleetingly grateful for that.

Within seconds, Terry felt his balls churning again as the policeman continued to work his cock and massage his hole.  He didn’t know how, but this guy was going to be getting him off again in short order.

This time, Terry grunted, not trying to be quiet or caring about who might be on the other side of the locked door.  He opened his hands, releasing his own head and grabbing the shoulders of the slender half-dressed man in front of him.  Pulling the body into him, Terry thrust his hips forward.  He couldn’t imagine there could be much ejaculate left in his body, but he was going to give every bit he could get out to this hungry man.

“Take it again!” he insisted, as he felt his muscles contract rhythmically.  

The officer complied, holding still even though he was unable to inhale or exhale.  Terry could feel no panic or struggle beneath his hands.  When Terry was sure there would be no further pulses, he pulled back, freeing his still-turgid member from the wet hole in which it had been sheathed.

Closing his eyes, Terry collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily.  He was exhausted and spent.  He almost felt as if some of his life had been drained out of his cock.

*It was,* a deep voice resonated within him.

Terry started in confusion.  

The skinny officer was no longer in the locked room with Terry.  He hadn’t left the room, he just…wasn’t there anymore.  Terry looked around the room quickly, but there were no hiding places.  Instead of a skinny-chested half-naked policeman, there was only a formless dark area in the room.  It was not a shadow because it had dimensions, but either his eyes or his mind could not register the actual shape.

*Don’t worry.  You will recover.*  The words impressed themselves on Terry’s mind, but it didn’t seem that he could hear them.  *I’m done with you, now.  The one that summoned me to frustrate you and who then reneged on his promises to me, though…*  Terry got a distinct feeling of the need for revenge and punishment on someone who had earned both.

“What in the blue blazes is going on?” Terry asked in exasperation.  His tolerance level for the inexplicable had been met and exceeded today.

*It amuses me to tell you*, the voiceless words continued, resonating in Terry’s consciousness.  *The one you caught earlier had made a bargain with me.  I was promised his essence.  In return, I was to help him prevent you from utilizing yours.*

Terry felt that he was going to lose it soon.  Was he hallucinating?  

*No.*

“So that syphilitic dog’s puzzle of an ex–“

*Correct.  He could not do all the things necessary to stop you himself.* The words rumbled through Terry’s brain.  *In anger, he enlisted help from another.  You don’t ask favors of my kind without paying.  And he is going to pay.  For a long time.  You and I, though, are finished.*

The presence faded from the room and Terry’s mind.  Shakily, Terry re-dressed himself, left the storage room, and retraced his steps back to where the so-called officer had first approached him.  This had gotten way too weird for him to be able to wrap his head around.  Terry found a chair and sat heavily, not even trying to think about the turns this day had taken.

Eventually, a voice penetrated Terry’s physical and mental exhaustion.  “We’re ready to take your statement against your ex if you’re ready to give it.”

Terry did not bother to raise his head, almost afraid of what he might see if he did.  He figured that he might as well get this over with so he could go get extremely drunk and — if he were lucky — very laid by a couple of good-looking go-go dancers.

“Where would you like me to begin?”

This story is based on events in my personal life maybe 8-9 years ago, names are changed for privacy, in the event you recognize or find this familiar 

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I was lying in bed, bored and horny of course. I was off on Saturdays mostly, usually I found myself laying down and resting because the hours from work were usually from 4am until 2pm. I worked in a bakery, I was in decent shape, I had a relatively thin waist about size 29 with broad shoulders and a big chest and toned legs from playing tennis and track.

My cock was about 8” and very veiny, I usually enjoyed a wank on Saturdays and decided to check Craigslist personals and Grindr. Everyone in my life thought I was straight I was not out to anyone. Anything I did was very discreet and I usually would hide behind a baseball cap and shades. 

On Grindr I check areas further away from my house maybe 8 miles, I see one guy message me. His profile pic has him standing in a kitchen in a baby blue t-shirt , white shorts and matching blue converse low tops. He was not that tall in his profile, he put 5’7. I was 6 feet tall, Latino with dark brown hair and brown eyes, I have a deep voice, so deep that sometimes people say I should be on radio.

The guy’s profile says he is a bottom, he likes to play with a masculine guy’s feet and lick toes. I’ve never been with someone who’s done foot play but I’ve seen videos.

“Hi” he messaged me

“Nice feet.” 

“Thanks” I replied 

My profile pics didn’t show my face, one was my chest without a shirt and another wears from the waist down wearing some underwear, another showing a bulge in my shorts, the last one shows an overhead shot of my feet.

He chats how he would be all on the floor worshipping my feet and then he would suck me off. The thought of this actually gave me a stiff hard on. Also considering how in his picture he is wearing some feminine baby blue converse low-tops. I actually get turned on by men wearing low top converse, canvas slip on shoes like vans or any off brand shoe, espadrille like shoes like toms, loafers and keds. 

“I think it’s hot if you worship my feet while you’re still clothed and wearing your shoes.” I texted him

“I will wear them and keep them on, any particular shoe?” He asked

I told him about the kinds I like and he says he has some of those and will wear them. I was horny thinking about it.

I said I was down to meet up sometime, but first he wanted to meet up in private by his work first before an actual official date. He said we could meet by his work and chat first today.

He sent me the address, I put on some shorts, t-shirt, hat and leather flip flops so he can see my feet. I drove to his job, it was a hotel, I’m guessing he was working front desk or something like that. 

He said was outside on break, but I see a guy in a security guard outfit, he looked like an actual cop with a bulletproof vest, all black on, a radio, taser and gun.

He looked completely straight, I picked him up and we introduced ourselves.

“I’m Tony” I said

“Nice to meet you , my name is Andy, and you’re more handsome in person,”

Andy was also handsome, in his 40’s, he had a shaved head and looked buff in his uniform. We drove to the parking garage and he tells me he just wanted to chat today in the car and to plan to meet next week, he glanced over to see my bare feet in sandals. He grabbed his crotch and told me how it got him hard to see feet. I told him that they were his and that I was down to play for long sessions, I loved to kiss, foreplay, body touching, frothing, oral, fucking.

His voice was slightly feminine with me but when he spoke on the radio to his work it lowered a pitch or two and masculine. He was a security guard for this very expensive hotel. He grabbed my cock through my pants and stroked a bit and we made out a bit, we couldn’t do too much since he would have to go back to work and I didn’t have any wipes or water to wash out.

We agreed to meet up on Saturday next week when he was off. I was also off and was looking forward to it.

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The following Saturday I drove towards his area, somewhat a far distance so nobody there would recognize me, I was in the closet and was very masculine, everyone thought I was straight, nobody suspected that I was secretly gay.

I put on a nice button down plaid shirt and some nice tight jeans that had a couple of holes from A&F (they were in style around this time still) some sunglasses, and brown leather flip flops.

The whole journey driving I was super excited and nervous. Meeting in public is hot and scary in case someone recognizes me, I wondered what Andy would wear, maybe if he looks really masculine everyone would think he was my dad. My cock was leaking precum in my jeans, and I chose to freeball today just to feel extra horny.

I get to the Starbucks in this shopping center, I start walking there slowly, my heart beating, as I enter I look around and enter the line, I see a guy who looks like Andy, but he looks much more feminine now. I ordered a vanilla bean frappe and walk towards him. I stood next to him he looked down at my flip flops and said hey.

I noticed what he was wearing, red trimmed glasses, a few earrings on his right ear, bracelets on both arms, a yellow shirt, a beige sweater tied around his neck, white capris, long yellow socks to match his shirt and on his little feet were some white canvas keds. The kind that women would wear in the 80’s and 90’s. 

He had a little white leather bag hanging from his seat. 

I got a hard on and sat down. He whispered how hot I look and loved to see my feet, he remarked on their size.

“I’m size 11.” I said

“Wow.” 

“And what size shoe are you?” I ask 

“7.5-8 men’s depending on the shoe, and size 9 woman’s, like these for instance.” He said, and he extended his leg out and showed off one of his Keds. I was tempted to grab it, he brings his shoe down with a tap on the floor that nearly misses my foot.  

We began to talk about everything, and some deep personal stuff about our sexuality and relationships. He said he was very openly gay, and he is pretty feminine except at work where he is much more serious and masculine. He is Cuban but he and his parents came to the U.S. when he was a kid.

As we are talking, we hold hands and at one point our legs touch. I felt a tingle, the kind you get when you’re excited, I felt it any time our legs touch for second. Of course, we both say sorry even though we may like it. Then I felt a twitch in my cock. This time it wasn’t only our legs touching but something else. It was the rubber outer edge of one of his Keds touching my foot for a second. I felt a tingle through my body whenever he lifted his foot or moved it close to me, causing the soft canvas of his shoe to touch my foot and ankle. He did this carelessly while talking, he was always moving around his arms and legs. I felt the outsole of his shoe touch me again and now he was stepping on the edge of my flip flop.

My feet were on either side of his shoes, he sat with his legs closed so his feet were close together. I got more comfortable and put my flip flops in front of his shoes. I took them both off stretched my feet forward but around his legs. My legs in my tight jeans brushed his legs. I can tell he felt this, he suddenly stuttered in the middle of his sentence. I acted like I was stretching, putting my arms out and stretching my toes and cracking them. I brought my legs back to my side to go ahead and try and put my flip flops on but they weren’t there instead I felt something else. The laces of his Keds were what I felt, they briefly tickled my soles, and gave me a tingling sensation in my dick. Andy was on top of my sandals, and when my feet came down to put them on they landed on tops of his Keds. 

“Oh shit, sorry “ I said 

“ no worries I didn’t notice I got in the way.”

Briefly my toes were digging into his socked ankle, and then they swiped on the tongue of his shoe, he lifted his Keds up pushing the soles of my feet up. The pointed toe of his shoe rubbed against my bare soles and had me leaking precum. He slid his Keds back, and I looked under the table, his right shoe had a bit of a dirt spot, I think it was my foot that did it, the sole of my foot must have gotten dirt on it earlier.

This got him horny, I could tell because his face was turning a bit pink. After sliding my feet into my flip flops he brings both his Keds close enough where they’re touching my ankles. Every now and then, he would move them and I would feel the soft canvas of his shoe and the soft cotton socks on his leg. We are talking at this point, not paying attention to what’s happening under the table but we definitely feel it. I was constantly wiggling my toes a bit, touching the outer soles of his shoe. Then he is shaking his leg and this has him tapping his shoes. I feel brave and slide my feet forward and my toes get under. He gets more aroused that he can’t finish his sentences. He bravely puts both his Keds on top of my feet stepping lightly, my feet were so much bigger than his shoes, the tops of my feet were a big enough doormat for his shoes. I then get one of my feet out from under him and use my toes to twirl around his laces and put my big toe in one of the loops and try and pull. I’m trying to loosen his shoes playfully but he has the knots tied very tight. He moves his shoes back and comes forward to steps on my toes, it hurt a bit but my cock was leaking precum.

“Wanna get out of here.” I said

“Oh yes.” He replied excitingly 

We go to our cars, and we both drive somewhere more secluded. We drive to a park nearby. We link up and play in my car. We start making out and touching. He fondles my crotch and unzips my pants to play with my dick. He gets down and starts giving me head. He sucks the dick really good, no teeth and a great rhythm. My cock twitches in his mouth, he moans each time my dick start filling up with more semen. 

When it got dark he said he had a blanket and a pillow to lay down in the grass, there was virtually nobody around in the field. He puts it out and tells me to lay there. I take off my flip flops and he starts to massage my feet and puts them in his face. He starts kissing them and licking them. It felt weird but it was turning me on that it turned him on. He worked up to my crotch and unzipped my pants. My cock just boinged out of the zipper and he squeezed it and held on to it while he started sucking on the head. He lets go to start deep throating me. I started to thrust up and down from the floor, he made gagging noises as I pumped deeper.

I made sure to keep an eye out for any potential people walking by. I then told him to lay down 69 style. I unzipped his capris pants and touched his dick through his yellow underwear. I took my pants down to my ankles and opened my shirt so he can play with my nipples. My dick went back in his mouth and I thrusted in and out of his mouth. Meanwhile I start to put his small 6” dick in my mouth and suck him off. His precum had a sweet taste, maybe he ate a lot of pineapple, I think he likes the color yellow and may like yellow fruit. But now he’s taking in my eggplant. We suck each other and I tell him to lay on the side, I started grinding on his bare ass. We were spooning, I held him tight in an embrace as I jerked his cock with my hand and my cock was in the crack of his ass.

I grinded his ass pumping on his ass, dry humping, he was shaking. He reaches for his little bag to bring out some jungle juice and sniff it. I take a whiff also, and feel everything spinning.

“Ayy papi I love it.” He said

“Next time I wanna fuck your hole.” I said

He then tell me to lay down, he then sucks me and giving me the best blowjob Ive had in a while. It had me shaking to wanna cum, it had my twitching from head to toe. As he sucked, he cupped my balls and held them tight. I watched him do this and saw his bare ass out, I watch my toes curled in ecstasy. He took the rest of my pants off and spread my legs open. 

My legs were wide while he was in between them and then he put his legs on the outside of legs to bring them closer. He moved his Keds over my ankles to hold my feet and entwined us. I was moaning and he continued to blow me, I was shaking and wanting to cum but he used one hand to squeeze my shaft and then my balls. He started to get one of his finder and began playing with my ass hole. Until he began to squeeze a little finger into it.

Ohhhh, this was heaven, I was shaking uncontrollably, his legs held me tight, the rubber sole of his Keds held my feet tight enough to leave a red mark on the tops of my bare feet. I was ready to explode while his finger was in my hole.

“Uuufffff.” I moan

I kept shaking and thrusting, my cum shoots out like three bursts of a white milky fountain. Andy starts to lick it all up and there was some on his glasses. Andy opens his little bag to get little wipes to clean us off. We quickly leave from there putting on our clothes, I try finding my shirt and my dark brown flip flops scattered around

Let’s do this again sometime we say to each other we kiss and plan for the following week.

***

The following week he said he told me to meet up back at the park. I took some beers in a cooler and some snacks and he brought a couple sandwiches. The day was really warm, this time I dressed in a loose t-shirt, shorts without underwear and different pair of flip flops, lighter color ones from rainbow. I see Andy coming by, he wore a nice polo, shorts that reach the thigh and his little white Keds without socks this time.

We sat watching the hot guys playing soccer and talked while drink our beers and enjoying the outdoor weather. As we chilled there, I noticed how horny he was and how he kept looking down at my flip flops. He told me he lived with his parents so it was weird to try and bring people over, usually a hotel or motel is good. 

I was alright for fucking some place discreet, the adrenaline excited me. Once the players for soccer leave, we started getting horny and touching each other under the picnic table we were at. Our bare legs touched and sparked up excitement. I was a bit drunk from the beers And I had to pee, I go to a bathroom nearby, I pee at the urinal and Andy goes in the stall nearby and he sits. I walk to the other stall next to his and sit on the toilet , to my left I see his white shoe going into my stall. I move my left foot close to touch and his shoe taps on my foot. Next his hand appears under the stall.

I get on my knees and whip my dick out, his hand jerks me a bit and then his mouth comes down and starts sucking me off, we were in there for several minutes.

“I want you to fuck me, real badly.” Andy whispers

“Alright I may have a place.” I said

We walk out of there clean up the table and walk around the park, I carry my backpack with a blanket, Andy has his little purse, we walk in grass through a field to a different part of the park, the sun setting was beautiful. I decided to walk without my flip flops to feel the grass and feel present. Andy’s Keds were reflecting the orange light and it made his shoes almost yellow and bright to look at.

“I love how you walk barefoot, but will wipe your feet off before i worship them.” Andy said

He shows his little bag open and reveals wipes, poppers, lube, condoms, a cock ring. Andy and I embrace and kiss, I was much taller so I tell him he can tippy toe on my feet to reach.

“It won’t hurt?” He ask

“No, I’m drunk and I find it cute.” I say

Andy stands on my feet on his tippy toes with his Keds, his shoes were small, like a girl’s, and it was a light shoe so I didn’t really hurt. We kissed and I legged him and he wraps his legs around me and I carried him around through the grass, walking in my bare feet while kissing. We lay the blanket out and kissed passionately on it, and with nobody looking he sucked me off a bit. 

Since it was getting dark, i decided to find a secluded spot nearby. I knew a spot, it was an area of construction, the houses were practically concrete but they had the stairs to a second floor. I grabbed the blanket I brought and we walked through a hole in the chain link fence. As we walk it’s super quiet and there is so much debris on the floor.

“Be careful of your feet papi.” Andy said

I was careful not to step on a sharp object or nail. My flip flops were in my hand so I just slip them back on. Even though they were thick something sharp could still poke through. I helped Andy climb some rumble into one empty house, it was so dark but our eyes adjusted. Andy’s white Keds had a dirt mark again, I bent down and used my spit to wipe it off . 

“Thanks papi.”

“Anytime.”

 Our voices echoed in the Empty house, our footsteps echoed around, the flapping sound of my flip flops and Andy’s jewelry on his writs were louder than normal.

We climbed up the stairs, this was dangerous because there was no railing and the second floor had areas that you could fall.

I lay the blanket on the floor in one spot where nobody can see us from outside. Andy pushes my down and gets on his knees to crawl to me and I lay there with my legs wide open. I keep my head up looking at him crawl to me and I kept hands behind my neck for leverage to watch Andy.

”Come to mama.” He whispered 

He started sliding my flip flops off and used the wipes he brought to clean them, they had a few dirt stains and grass on the soles. Once clean Andy began putting my foot in his face, first the left,then right. He kissed them, started putting one of the toes in his mouth. It was an intense feeling watching this femme bitch worship me. I hold my cock and stroke a bit. He puts one of my feet in his mouth, all five toes, and my feet are big. This guy has a big mouth. I wonder what his hole was like.

He works his way up to me and began to bring down the zipper of my shorts and began to suck it again. He sucked my cock until it was fully erect full of blood and pumping in semen. I get my shirt off, and Andy starts to pinch my nipple and jerk me off. 

I wanna fuck you badly I told him. I get his shorts down and he steps out of them. He gets shirt off and is naked except for his little Keds. I spread his ass cheeks open and begin to spit in it and start licking, I run my sharp tongue all in his sweet ass. He moans and jerks himself off. 

I step up and get my shorts off completely. I’m now completely naked inside this concrete house that was all open and dark. I put on one of the condoms he brought and put on a cock ring down the shaft and had a real hard cock. I started using the silicone lube he brought, and squirted it into his ass and finger him a bit to get it wet. 

I put in my cock, and felt his tight little ass open up slowly, squeezing and relaxing. Andy opens his poppers to sniff and get crazy, I sniffs some too. I go all the way in and Andy puts both hands forward against the wall, I use my foot to tap on the side of his shoe so he can spread his legs open, the other foot I just slide his leg open roughly. As I’m fucking I keep him close, his sweaty bald head glistened in the dark. 

I fucked him until his was moaning non-stop, my thrusting and skin-to-skin slapping echoed through the concrete house. Andy stood on tippy toes, his shoes sometimes would slide so I put my feet on either side of his Keds to keep them from moving. My bare feet was able to grip to the floor. I kept thrusting in and out of him. Andy bent his knees a bit and put his ass out. He stood on top of my feet for grip because the floor was very sandy and dusty from the concrete powder. My dick was very hard now because I’m fucking this femme bitch in Keds and now he was standing on me because he was to delicate to stand on his own.

I pull out and lifted him up and put my dick up his ass and fucked him standing up. His legs dangled and I pinned him on the wall. We stay like this until I get tired. I take him to the blanket and we both lay down sideways, now we fuck and I hold one of his legs up. The heel of his Keds were getting a few dirt marks, as I’m fucking Im staring at the little blue label of his shoe.

He moans and shakes from the pleasure, im shaking and sweating, my dark hair is coming down on my face. This was a very long fuck session. I loved every second of it. I was getting close to cumming. 

“In my mouth “ he says

I take the condom off and the cock ring, I stood in front of this kneeling bitch and blasted out in his mouth. 5 shots came out of this load. I lay on the blanket while Andy gets dressed up, I wipe off some dirt on me but otherwise I’m pretty clean.

“You’re feet are filthy.”he says

 “It’s alright , I’ll clean them while walking on the grass” 

 I think the sprinklers were on in the park. We walk through there holding hands, I walked barefoot in the park, the grass was nice, cool and wet on my feet. Walking next to my big feet were Andy’s Keds. They looked so small next to my feet the white canvas glowed in the moonlight. We kissed as we said goodbye, Andy had not felt his hole this stretched out in a while.

I felt on top of the world.

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Thanks for reading, if by any chance anyone reading had an encounter like this and wants to reach out you can email me 🙂

Paul caught a glimpse of his naked, wet body in the full length gym mirror and smiled at how much he’d transformed over the last three months. His skinny 5’7 frame wasn’t so skinny anymore since he’d been working out every morning with his older brother Greg. Paul had the lean, but strong build of a runner; he admired the definition of his tan body and the way his blonde hair set off his bright green eyes.

“Nice view isn’t it?” Byron McGregor smirked.

Paul quickly wrapped his towel around his waist to cover his 5 inch cock, embarrassed that he’d been caught staring at himself in the gym locker room, filled with 20 naked teen classmates all getting dressed after a post PE shower. Byron McGregor stood naked behind Paul, toweling off. As his high school’s star athlete, Byron was 6’ 1 and 180 pounds of pure muscle. The 18 year old jock’s hairy arms, chest and legs and his 8 inch cock were a tribute to testosterone. His jet black wavy hair, bright blue eyes and perfect smile made him look like a Disney prince, despite his reputation as a heart-breaker of both boys at Chilton Academy and girls at the sister school St. Agatha’s. Paul shot Byron an embarrassed smile and made his way over to his locker to get dressed as the last bell of the day rang.

When Paul finally made it to his locker he saw his friend Richie was already waiting on him. Richie was slightly taller than Paul, with a deep olive complexion, dark curly hair and a strong Arabic nose and jaw line. The two had met on the first day of school just a couple weeks ago and became fast friends. Richie was a shameless flirt, much to his father’s shame, and made his zeal for getting off as many of the students in the private all-male high school well-known.

“Finally!” Richie exclaimed, “You took so long getting dressed I was about to come in and look for you.”

“Look for me or just look around?” Paul joked.

“Both,” Richie smiled. Richie’s eyes darted up and he whispered “Here comes Professor Cock.” Paul shut his locker and turned to see his history teacher, Professor Robert Koch walking over. Professor Koch, or Professor “Cock” as he was called by the boys at school, was a tall, dark skinned black man in his early 30s. He doubled as an assistant football coach and sported the hulking athletic build to prove it. He also tended to wear tight fitting pants that showed off his massive bulge, earning him his well-deserved nickname.

“Hi Professor Koch,” Richie said demurely.

“Hello boys,” Professor Koch smiled. “I’m looking forward to meeting your parents tonight Paul – will they both be at Parent/Teacher night this evening?”

“Yes Sir,” Paul replied, trying not to stare at the man’s bulge.

“Great,” the tall, hunky man answered with a blinding smile. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

Professor Koch walked off and Richie said “I’d love to get my mouth around that man’s big black cock.” Paul rolled his eyes and they headed out to Richey’s car.

Later, Richie pulled his car up to Paul’s house and gasped at the sight of Paul’s older dad David washing his vintage truck, wearing nothing but 5 inch running shorts, putting his tall, bulking, hairy body on full display. Richie took in the sight of the 53 year old daddy, his strong muscles and silver chest hair, glistening, his 10 inch cock obscenely visible in his soaked shorts, “Your Godfather is so fucking hot! Your whole family is hot, it’s not fair.”

“So you’ve said,” Paul chuckled.

“Hey boys!” David called out, waving.

“Hi Mr. Stokes!” Richie called back then lowered his voice and said to Paul, “Seriously I would throw our friendship away for a chance to fuck your Godfather, either of them… Definitely your brother.”

“You can have my brother but my dads are off limits,” Paul said getting out of the car. 

“Noted. Catch you later,” Richie smiled then drove away. 

“How was school?” David asked as Paul walked up the driveway.

“Long… I could use some release Daddy,” Paul said, reaching out and squeezing David’s 10 inch cock through his shorts.

David smiled and said, “I’ll be done in about 20 minutes boy. I expect to find you naked, clean and ass up in my bed when I get inside.”

“Yes Daddy,” Paul grinned then hurried inside.

David quickly finished with his truck and 15 minutes later was pleased to find Paul waiting for him. The toned, tan, slim 18 year old was fully naked and on display on the king size bed, kneeling with his blonde head pressed to the bed, ass up.

“Good boy, son,” David said as he quickly pulled off his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free. He moved toward his son and spread the teen’s cheeks then greedily tongued his son’s smooth, tight hole.

“Daaaadyyy,” Paul moaned.

“Fuck son you taste so good.”

“Breed me Daddy, I need your cock!” Paul begged, as David continued to lick and tongue his hole.

“Patience son, Daddy will take care of you,” David replied before continuing his oral assault on Paul’s hole. David took his time eating his son’s ass, enjoying the young boy’s impatient squirming and pleading. After 5 minutes David pulled away and grabbed some lube off the nightstand. “On your back son, legs up,” David instructed, slathering lube on his hard cock.

Paul quickly flipped over and pulled his legs up, holding his ankles and putting his hole on display. He took in the sight of his Dad’s strong, thickly muscled, tan body, with thick silver chest hair, as the older man lubed his giant 10 inch cock. “Fuck me Daddy, I need your cock!”

David smiled and rubbed some lube onto Paul’s hole, “You need me to loosen you up some son or can Daddy just break your sweet little hole open?”

“Break me Daddy,” Paul said, licking his lips.

“That’s my good boy,” David said, crawling onto the bed and lining his cock up against Paul’s hole. He worked the tip in, enjoying the hiss his son made, then locked eyes with his son, loving the mix of fear, need and love in the boy’s bright green eyes, then shoved his cock into his son’s hole.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” Paul screamed at the rough intrusion.

David slowly fucked his son’s hole and stroked the boy’s face, “Let it out boy, you can scream for Daddy.” 

“Fuck! God that hurts!” Paul yelled, tears streaming down his face.

David picked up speed as he fucked the young teen, he leaned in and licked the tears from Paul’s face then sucked on his ear and felt Paul’s hole open up, then boy’s pained screams turned to moans of pleasure.

Paul moaned and wrapped his legs and arms around David’s large, strong body, pressing the hot, hairy daddy into him, “Fuck me Daddy! I need your cock!”

“It’s yours son, Daddy has you,” David said and then kissed Paul deeply as he plowed his cock into the boy over and over.

David picked the boy like we was nothing and held the teen twink in the air, fucking him over and over. Paul marveled at his daddy’s strong, sweaty body and how amazing his huge cock felt on his ass. The boy felt his balls tighten as David fucked against his G spot, “I’m gonna cum Daddy!”

“Let it out son, Daddy has you.”

“Uhhhhh! Daddy!” Paul moaned as he shot his load from his 5 inch boy cock onto his own abs and David’s hairy chest.

David felt his son’s hole grip his cock as the boy came, “Oh fuck!” David cried out as he pumped his own load into his son’s hole.

“Breed me Daddy!” Paul begged, feeling David’s muscles tense and his thick cock throb as he pumped his load into him. David collapsed onto Paul on the bed, panting to catch his breath, their sweat mixing with Paul’s load. David shifted onto his side, pulling Paul next to him. David cuddled his son close, trailing his fingers along the boy’s smooth body, now sticky with cum and sweat. “Five minutes of cuddle time then you need to do your homework before we have to be at Parent/Teacher night at your school,” David said, kissing Paul’s neck.

 Later that evening during Parent/Teacher night at Dalton Academy for Young Men, Byron was bored out of his mind. He’d spent all evening walking around with his parents, listening to his teachers praise his academic and athletic performance, while his Dad didn’t miss a single opportunity to point out how he could improve. As the McGregor family entered Professor Koch’s class Byron was desperate to sneak away to do some of the coke he always carried on him. In the classroom he saw the new boy, Paul standing next to a large, well-built man in his 50’s, with graying hair, and an extremely tall red headed handsome muscular guy in his 40s, talking with Coach Koch. Paul was obviously gay and Byron had heard the boy was new to town and living with his godfathers. Byron was eager to conquer his newest classmate’s mouth, having already had his cock sucked by every gay, bi and curious boy at Dalton. Byron was so bored with the boys at his school; plenty of them were happy to suck him off, but so far none of them had been able to take his thick 8 inch cock in their inexperienced teen asses. Byron had fucked a few girls and a few older bottoms he’d found online, but he longed for a cute twink his own age who could not only take his cock but also enjoyed being used with all the rough kink Byron could give them. By the look of him, innocent, shy Paul was probably not that boy.

“Paul isn’t really athletic,” Byron heard the tall ginger daddy say to Coach Koch, “But I think some sort of team activity would be good for him.”

“I could definitely use a team manager,” Coach Koch replied. “Our previous one graduated last year. Do you think you’d be interested Paul?”

“Maybe,” Paul replied shyly.

Byron definitely needed to do a line before he could handle anymore of his dad’s bull shit. “I’m going to the restroom,” he told his parents and then headed out of the class and upstairs to the second floor bathroom that was closed for maintenance. He entered the bathroom marked “Out of Order” and settled in one of the stalls to measure out a few small lines. He snorted the two small lines, relishing in the familiar burning sensation and rush of the high. He was cleaning up when he heard the bathroom door open. Byron quickly lifted his feet up and peaked through the closed stall door and spied Paul and the two older men he’d been with earlier enter. The gray haired man locked the bathroom door as Paul sank to his knees.

The tall, red-headed man cupped Paul’s face, “I’m so proud of all of the wonderful things your teachers have said about you tonight Paul.”

“It sounds like you’ve been putting in a great effort, boy,” the older man said as he took his place next to the other man in front of Paul. “Time for your reward son, but remember you need to save your load. No cumming.”    

“But you know I can cum again,” Paul whined.

“Do you want this or not son?” The older man asked.

“Yes Daddy,” Paul answered.

Byron watched in stunned silence as the two older men each unzipped their pants and pulled out their dicks. The 50-something gray haired beefy daddy had the biggest cock Byron had ever seen, it looked like it was almost a foot long and thick; and the tall redhead’s cock was incredibly fat, almost as thick as the end of a baseball bat. Byron felt his own 8 inch cock surge to life in his pants.

“Thank you Daddy, thank you Pop,” Paul said beaming with lust and pride, taking the two men’s cocks in hand and stroking them. “I think about this everyday when I sneak in here to jack off during fourth period.”

“My little cum slut son, always horny… Get me hard boy,” David smirked and Byron was shocked to see Paul quickly swallow the man’s entire 10 inches down his throat and suck greedily. Byron had to cover his mouth to hide a gasp.

“Good boy,” David moaned, wrapping his hands around the young blonde twink’s head and pumping his cock in and out of the boy’s mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels so good son.” Paul moaned over the man’s cock. “Okay, get on your hands and knees and suck your Pop,” David said and Paul obediently pulled his mouth off David’s cock and  dropped his hands to the bathroom floor, then opened wide to suck on the redheaded man’s super thick dick.

“That’s a good boy,” Trent encouraged the boy, using his own fingers to spread the boy’s mouth open as wide as possible. Paul struggled to fit the thick cock in his mouth, sputtering a bit but eventually Trent worked all of the girth into his mouth. 

Byron was amazed at the shy 18 year old’s ability to impressively swallow the two older daddies’ enormous cocks. He unzipped his own jeans quietly as he watched David position himself behind his godson and roughly pull the young boy’s pants down, exposing his tight ass, while Paul’s face turned red and tear-streaked as he struggled to breathe while Trent fucked his face. David pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket and oiled up his rock hard 10 inch cock and then smeared a bit of lube on Paul’s hole before pressing two large, calloused fingers into the twink, causing the boy to moan onto his Trent’s cock.

“Mmmmmmm!” Paul squirmed and shoved his ass back into David’s fingers, causing the 53 year old daddy to grin with pride.

“You have to be quiet son,” Trent warned, “If not we’ll have to stop.”

Paul silently nodded, looking up at his Pop.

“Okay Trent, keep him gagged,” David said to the other man, “I’m going in.”

Bryon stroked his cock and watched in disbelief as David lined his cock up to Paul’s hole, pressed the head in and then shoved all 10 inches into Paul in one fluid motion, earning just the slightest of gasps from Paul while Trent held the boy’s head still, his fat cock shoved into the boy’s mouth.

“Excellent son,” Trent quietly praised the boy.

“That’s my fucking boy,” David moaned softly, “Take Daddy’s cock.”

Byron jerked his cock in silence as he watched the two daddies completely own the twink’s holes. He couldn’t believe that the shy, quiet new kid had morphed into such a well trained cock slut. Byron jerked his cock as David picked up steam, pounding Paul’s tight young ass, while Trent continued to fuck the boy’s pretty face, now covered in spit and tears, the only sounds were the rhythmic slaps of David’s large, strong body against Paul’s ass and the small, needy whimpers escaping Paul’s mouth around Trent’s cock.

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” Trent whispered.

“Swallow your Pop’s load son,” David commanded quietly.

“Mes mur,” Paul mumbled over the thick cock.

Byron watched as Trent bucked his cock into Paul’s face and then froze, his face flushed and red as his hair, twisted in ecstasy as he quietly shot his load down the boy’s throat. David fucked the boy hard and fast and Byron stroked his own cock faster. David hissed and slammed into the boy, shuddering as he pumped his own load into the blonde twink’s hole. Byron bit his lip and shot his own load onto the door of the bathroom stall. 

Silently catching his breath, Byron watched as the two older men quickly, yet affectionately cleaned and dressed the young boy, quietly showering him with praise and then straightening themselves up as well. 

“Come on son,” Trent said, “We have one more stop to make.”

Byron watched the three men leave the bathroom and then cleaned himself up. He realized he’d greatly underestimated Paul, the boy was a perfectly trained cum-slut and Byron vowed to do whatever it took to have his new classmate for himself.

Trent and David escorted Paul down the hall to the office of Jack Jones, Dean of discipline. Paul noticed the hallways were mostly empty by this point, with the last few students and their parents heading home for the evening. Most notably was Byron McGregor, who was being chewed out by his dad for something about wandering off and making him wait. It reminded Paul of how his own mother would chastise him whenever she drank, which was all the time. Paul felt so lucky for how much his life had changed for the better when he met David almost three months ago and had joined his new family, trading in his old life of poverty, abuse and neglect for luxury, affection and all the sex he could want. Paul gave Byron a sympathetic look, but blushed when Byron stared back at him with unmistakable predatory lust.

“Alright son,” Trent started, pulling Paul back to reality. “Dean Jones is a good friend of mine and I know he could be a very good friend to you, but just to check, what do you say if you feel uncomfortable in a situation your Dad and I put you in?”

“I say red flag or I squeeze your hand three times quickly,” Paul answered.

“He knows the rules Trent,” David smirked and knocked on the office door.

“Well he’s never used them so I just wanted to check,” Trent said.

The door opened, revealing Dean Jack Jones, a handsome, trim 51 year-old, standing at six feet tall with short, dark hair that was now mostly gray, and a cleanly shaved face that was lined with years of teaching. He wore a slim fitting suit that showcased his tight, lean body and his warm gray eyes sparkled as he smiled at the three men. “Hey Trent, looking good. David, a pleasure as always. And this must be young Paul. Come in.”

“Good to see you Jack,” Trent smiled at his friend.

“Hi Jack,” David said warmly.

“Just give me one second,” Jack said, picking up a walkie talkie, “Hey Pete, can I get a hallway check?”

The walkie talkie crackled and then a gruff voice responded, “Yeah Dean Jones, last of the parents and students leaving now – all clear.”

“Thanks, have a good night,” Jack said.

“You too, over.”

Jack set the walkie down and sat casually on the edge of his desk, “Alright. Have a seat, please.”

“Thanks,” David said, sitting on one of the two chairs opposite the desk and pulling Paul onto his lap.

Trent sat in the second chair and said, “We really appreciate you getting Paul in to Chilton for his Senior year Jack.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jack smiled, “What are a few doctored transcripts between old friends.” Jack turned to Paul and said, “So Paul, I’m sorry we haven’t had a chance to meet before now, but your dads and I thought it would be better if they were here for our first time. How are you liking Chilton?”

“It’s great Sir,” Paul said shyly.

Jack undid his tie and said, “You look nervous Paul. Are you nervous?”

“A little,” Paul said, blushing.

“Your Pop tells me your older brother Greg has been working on submission techniques with you, how’s that going?” 

“He gets pretty rough with me,” Paul said, his cheeks coloring bright red.

“Do you enjoy submitting to him?” Jack asked.

“Yes Sir,” Paul said with a grin. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants at the thought of his brother Greg manhandling him and calling him names. He felt his Dad’s cock stiffen under his thigh and subconsciously shifted his weight to entice him.

Jack undid the buttons on his shirt sleeves and collar, “Take off your clothes Paul, let me look at you.”

Paul looked to David, who gave him a nod, then Paul stood up and pulled off his clothes, avoiding eye contact, but watching as Dean Jones removed his shirt. Paul stood naked in front of the shirtless Dean and admired the sight of the older man’s smooth, lean toned body. 

Jack stood and stepped close to Paul and ran his hands over the boy’s bare shoulders, tweaked his nipples and smiled at the slight moan that escaped from Paul, then ran his hands down the boy’s stomach and cupped his small, full balls. He took a step back and said “Get on your knees and finish undressing me boy.”

“Yes Sir,” Paul said, sinking to his knees and bending down to remove Jack’s shoes and socks.

Jack looked to Trent and David, “Does he have a safeword… not that I plan on being that rough, but just in case?”

“Red flag,” David replied. “But to my knowledge even Greg hasn’t discovered the boy’s limits yet.”

Paul began unbuckling Jack’s belt and Jack reached down and grabbed the young boy’s chin and stared into his bright green eyes, shining with lust – any trace of nerves or fear had vanished. “Is that so boy? You’ve never used your safeword?”

“I’ve never wanted to, Sir,” Paul said as he pulled the older man’s pants down, revealing his hard, 7 inch cock.

Jack smiled and turned to pull his desk chair out from behind his desk and sat down so that he was in full view of David and Trent. “Lay down over my lap boy. I’ve heard you’ve been doing some naughty things in my school and you need some discipline.” Jack watched as the beautiful, naked teen stood without answering, walked over and obediently laid across the 51 year old man’s lap, careful not to crush the man’s hard cock. Jack rubbed one palm over Paul’s smooth bare ass, and grabbed the boy’s hair with his other fist. “Is it true that you’ve been masturbating on campus during school hours?”

“Yes Sir,” Paul answered. Jack tugged on the boy’s hair roughly and planted a hard smack on his ass. Paul hissed at the pain then said “Thank you Sir.”

“I didn’t ask for your thanks boy,” Jack said and smacked Paul’s ass five quick times, savoring the sight of the boy’s tan ass turning dark red. “Do not speak unless I ask you a question. How often do you masturbate at school, boy?”

“Every day Sir, sometimes twice a day if I can,” Paul answered.

Jack landed three more slaps on the boy’s ass. Paul winced with each slap but Jack could feel the boy was still rock hard. “Is there something in my school that makes you so horny you can’t wait to get home boy?”

“No Sir.”

Jack spanked the boy five more times, “Don’t lie to me boy!” Jack held onto Paul’s hair and yanked him to his feet as he stood from the chair then roughly bent the boy over the desk, causing Paul to cry out.

Paul felt the heat and pan from the rough spanking throb in his ass and his cock was being crushed into the desk. His eyes watered with pain and he looked over to see that his Dad had moved to his knees to suck on his Pop’s cock as his Pop watched the rough display intently.

“Why are you jacking off so much at my school boy?” Jack growled into Paul’s ear.

“I can’t help it, Sir. I’m so horny all the time… I always have been. I need-”

Jack cut Paul off with three hard smacks on his ass. “What do you need, boy?”

“Sex!” Paul cried out, “I need sex all the time! I always have!”

Jack rubbed the boy’s tender ass gently and kissed the tears from his face and whispered, “That’s okay boy, that makes you very special. Stand up boy.”

Paul stood and wiped the tears from his face, he glanced over at his dads. The two men had stripped off their clothes and Pop’s legs were thrown over his Dad’s shoulders while his dad rimmed Pop’s ass. He saw Dean Jones lie back on the desk and lift his legs up, exposing his smooth Daddy hole.

“Come here boy and eat my ass,” Jack instructed.

“Yes Sir!” Paul said, crouching down; he grabbed the older man’s thighs and held firm then eagerly dove in and lapped and tongued the dean’s hole.

“Oh yeah, boy, get in there,” Jack moaned. He turned to look at Trent, who was still getting his own hole rimmed by David, “You’re boy’s a good little ass-muncher Trent.”

“Just like his Father,” Trent smiled back, jerking his fat cock.

David pulled his head up from Trent’s ass to sneak a peek at his son rimming out the dean and said “Make me proud son,” then returned to eating his husband’s hole and jacking his own cock.

“You like how my hole tastes boy?” Jack asked Paul.

Paul looked up and replied “Fuck yes Sir!” Then spit on the dean’s hole and thrust his tongue back in, locking eyes with the older man while he slurped at his hole.

Jack stroked his cock as he stared into the 18 year-old boy’s greedy green eyes and felt the boy’s tongue explore his hole. “Next time you feel like jacking off at school boy, come check if I’m free first. Now get up here and fuck me with the little boy cock of yours. I want you to pump that young cum into my hole.”

“Gladly Sir,” Paul said. He stood up and hawked a mouthful of spit onto his cock to lube it up and then pressed the head against the dean’s hole.

Jack felt the young boy’s cock slowly press into his hole, breaching him with the tip. “That’s it boy, work it in, you won’t hurt me with that little thing.” Jack saw a look of determination come over Paul’s face, followed by a look of ecstasy as the boy thrust his cock into him. “That’s it boy, give it to me.”

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Paul moaned as he sank his cock into the handsome daddy. He gave a few quick thrusts, finding his rhythm and began pounding away at the older man’s warm, tight hole like the greedy kid he was.

“That’s it boy, fuck my ass, give me that little boy cock,” Jack crowed, feeling Paul’s 5 inch cock thrust against his prostate. Jack watched a sheen of sweat break out across Paul’s forehead as he thrust into him over and over. “That’s right son, fill me up. Just like that.”

“Yes Sir, oh fuck,” Paul cried out, pounding his cock into the older man.

“When’s the last time you were fucked boy?” Jack asked.

Paul continued thrusting, his reply breathy as he fucked the man, “Right before we came in here Sir… I still have my dad’s load in my hole, Ugh!”

“Fuck yeah boy,” Jack moaned. “After you breed me I’m gonna paint your pretty little face with my load. You want that boy? You want me to cum all over your face?”

“Fuck yes!” Jack moaned, feeling his balls tighten as he got close to cumming.

“I think your dads might have another load to shoot on you too,” Jack said as the boy fucked him.

The feel of Jack’s ass squeezing his cock and the thought of his face covered in three loads of daddy cum pushed Paul over the edge. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Paul cried out and then slammed his hips against the dean, shooting his load into the sexy daddy.

“Good boy!” Jack cried out. “I can feel your little boy cock throbbing in me – cum in me boy! Give it to me!”

“Ugghhhhh!” Paul moaned, filling the man’s hole with his load and then collapsing onto the older man, his sweaty face resting on Jack’s tight abs.

“On your knees boy!” Jack commanded. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face!”

Paul pulled his cock out of the older man’s hole and fell to his knees, panting and exhausted. He felt Jack grab him by the hair again and yank his face up, locking eyes with the older man just as Jack shot his load all over his face.

“Fuck yeah, boy! Open your fucking mouth!” Jack commanded, splashing burst after burst of hot cum onto Paul’s face.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” David groaned and quickly moved to stand next to his kneeling son, shooting his second load onto the boy’s eyes, and hair.

Trent kept jerking his fat cock as he watched David coat Paul’s face, the sight of the young boy covered in two loads of cum pushed him closer to his own orgasim. “Crawl over here son, I’m gonna nut.” Paul locked eyes with him and crawled over on his hands and knees, cum dripping down his face. The boy knelt between Trent’s legs. The enormously tall ginger daddy aimed his cock at Paul’s face. “Ready for your third load son?”

“Yes, Pop. Feed me please.” Paul said and opened his mouth wide.

Trent aimed and felt cum explode from his cock, hitting Paul’s tongue, nose and chin. “Fuuuuckkkk! Ughhh!”

Jack watched Paul wait patiently for his Pop to finish cuming and then began scooping the three loads of Daddy cum off his face, sucking it off his fingers. “Fuck yourself with that cum boy- shove it up your ass,” Jack commanded. 

Paul obediently laid on his back, scooped more cum off his face and fingered it into his hole while the three naked daddies stared down at him. 

“Good boy,” Jack said, “Welcome to Chilton Academy.”

I’m not sure how I ended up in bed with my best friends uncle that Christmas but it was all a case of fitting everybody in with somewhere to sleep.

Both in just our under briefs my friends uncle Jack and I got into bed together. He was about 55 at the time and a pretty average looking guy. I was the same age as my friend and at twenty was coming to terms with the fact I was gay.

“Shall I turn off the lights Stephen?” asked uncle Jack. “That is if you are ready to go to sleep”.

“Yes” I replied and he switched the light off and we settled down to sleep with me on my left side and uncle Jack behind me facing my back.

I couldn’t get to sleep however and realised that uncle Jack was also having trouble dropping off.

“I can’t get to sleep can you>” he said and I muttered a “No I can’t either”.

I was now aware that uncle Jack was getting really close to me, I could feel the heat of his body and his breath on my back.

“Can I hold your cock?” he asked, whispering in my ear.

The request shocked me but excited me at the same time so much so that my cock twitched uncontrollably.

I said an almost inaudible “Yes” whispering my answer afraid that somebody might hear.

I felt uncle Jack’s hand reaching into my under pants an feeling for my semi hard dick.

“Mmmmm!” he whispered in my ear “Nice cock lad, very nice”.

He worked his hand up and down my un cut cock, my foreskin rolling right back, my cock reaching it’s ultimate stiffness.

He took my hand and pulled it back and slipped it down his own briefs. At once I felt a very big prick in my hand, hot and horny and so nice.

“Do you like my cock lad?” he whispered “Does it feel nice and stiff Stephen?”

I whispered back a nervous yes, my own cock being gently wanked now by Jack who had his mouth close to my ear for his intimate whispers.

“Can I put my cock between your warm thighs lad?” he asked “I just want to feel your thighs gripping my dick”.

Without my answer he was already pushing between my legs and I was opening my thighs to accommodate his prick.

His cock felt nice between my thighs and I could still feel his knob as it jutted out between my legs.

“Wet your hand and work saliva over my knob lad” he said moving his dick back and forth.

He was fucking in between my thighs and I was rolling my wet palm round and round his helmet as he continue to wank me slowly.

“That feels so nice lad. You know how to please an older man” he whispered “You’ll have me coming if you continue like that Stephen. Oh! It feels s fucking good”.

His whispering and hot breath in my ear had my cock so stiff as his big fist wanked me a little faster.

Moving his mouth around to my face he began to kiss me, his tongue darting inside my mouth and toying with my own.

The kisses were so sensual and saliva wet I began to cum uncontrollably.

“Oh! Sweet lad your coming all over my hand” he whispered between delicious kisses. He cupped his hand over my spurting cock collecting my spunk as it shot from my prick.

Moments later he was dripping it onto our kissing lips making for an even more sensual cum kiss that had my cum sliding into our mouths.

“Oh! Lad, sweet fucking lad with sweet, sweet spunk” he whispered between cum loaded kisses.

“I’m going to cum too lad”.

I worked his knob faster waiting for his orgasm to reward me with his spunk.

“Oh! Fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming ” he whispered.

“Catch a load of cum lad, catch my fucking spunk”.

I too cupped my hand over his cock trying to collect every drop of semen shooting from his horny stiff jerking prick.

He asked for his cum to create more cum kissing and I obliged by loading what I had against our lips letting his cum mix with mine in the most incredible kissing session that went on for some time.

“Fuck lad!” he whispered “That was great”.

He had cum on his lips still and was licking around to slurp what he could.

“Fucking lovely tasty cum Stephen, do you like to swallow a good load?”

I told him that I’d never tasted cum before but I liked it a lot and wanted more.

“Sharing a bed is going to be so fucking good Stephen , I can’t wait to re stock my balls with cum for you”.

I turned around and we cuddled close together our cum wet cocks touching our lips kissing our minds looking forward to our next hot session.

The next morning I was talking to my best friend Paul and he made remarks about his uncle to me.

“Did my uncle Jack try and fuck you in bed last night?”  he said.

“No!” I replied “Why did you think that”

“Well he’s been trying to get up my arse since I was of age the randy fucker. Of course I turned him down every time, the fucking perv.

I was a little gob smacked by his comments so that second night in bed with Jack I asked him outright if he had tried to fuck his nephew.

“What? The cheeky fucker” said Jack “It was the other way around. He was asking me to fuck him and I turned him down because he’s my fucking nephew. Anyway I’d much rather fuck you my lad”.

I wasn’t sure if he meant that but once in bed he was feeling me all over and playing with my cock getting it nice and stiff. I grabbed his cock and was surprised to find that it was already rock hard.

“Do you think you can take it?” he asked.

“Maybe” I replied, “I don’t mind trying”.

All members of the household were in bed asleep we made sure of that then Jack got a jar of Vaseline and just stuck it on his knob and asked me to rotate it in the jar to get it nicely lubed.

I worked the jar around and around his knob to make sure he was well and truly coated with Vaseline.

“Oh! Fuck! That feels so good” he whispered “Not as good as your hot arsehole though I’m sure”.

Jack put a pillow behind the headboard so that it wouldn’t bang and cause any problems. He put two pillows on the bed and once we were both completely naked he told me to lie over the pillows arse up and ready.

My heart was thumping and my mouth dry. I braced myself for Jack’s big cock and felt the heat of his knob against my hole.

Jack held my hips steady and gave a little push, his knob slid into me and I gasped.

“Nice and easy lad, nice and easy” he whispered “Just relax and let me get in you”.

 A harder push and half of his prick slid up my arse with me making a loud groaning noise that he had to muffle.

“Sssssh! You’ll wake the household. Just the rest of my cock to go in lad. Relax, just relax”

I did as he asked, his hand over my mouth to muffle any further groans and he just shoved his cock into me balls deep.

A muffled groan and he started fucking his body now right over my back, his cock gong into me hot and stiff.

“Lovely lad. It feels so fucking lovely” he said whispering directly into my ear.

It was uncomfortable at first but gradually my hole was opening up and the feel of his cock was utterly awesome.

He took his hand away from my mouth and I just whimpered softly as he fucked my arse. I’d only ever had a vibrator up my arse before so feeling a real man’s cock was something else and I was beginning to push back onto it.

“I love it” I said whispering softly “It feels good for me too”.

His dick was stroking my young prostate causing my own prick to seep pre cum as he fucked me.

“So this is what my nephew wants. he certainly needs a good fucking that’s for sure” said Jack pulling most of his prick out and then shoving it balls deep again.

“Fuck me then like you would fuck your nephew Paul” I said breathlessly. “Give him it hard”.

Jack took  me at my word and began to shaft me really fast and deep sparing me no mercy.

With me groaning again he had to muffle my noise with his hand again as he continued to pound my poor fuck hole.

We were totally in the throes of the fuck and had no idea that Paul my best friend and uncle Jack’s nephew was standing quietly watching us.

Catching Paul wanking his cock out of his pyjama bottoms had me and his uncle in a bit of a panic.

“I knew you were fucking him” said Paul in a rather angry tone. “Fucking perv!”.

“Now you keep your fucking mouth shut about this” said Jack pulling his cock from my throbbing arse.

“No chance” said Paul “Nott unless I can finish watching you fuck my best mate”.

“Go back to your fucking room and mind your own fucking business” said Jack tying to hide his pulsating prick. “Put your fucking cock away and go”.

“I mean it” said Paul “I watch you or I’ll wake the whole fucking household up and you’ll have some serious explaining to do. Both of you!”.

“You are one blackmailing cunt” said Jack “O.K. Watch us fuck but keep fucking quiet”

Paul drew the bedroom chair up towards the bed and Jack rubbed his dick against my hole.

“Yeah!” said Paul “That’s what I want to see. I want to see it slide right up Stephen’s hot hole and Paul began to wank slowly.

Jack was soon right up my arse and I was groaning again. Jack seemed to enjoy Paul watching us as his thrusts were pretty hard and urgent.

“Wow!” said Paul “That’s fucking deep and it looks so good. Fuck! Wish it was me Fuck! Fuck!”.

Jack laid into me so hard I was whimpering and groaning big time.

“Make the fucker groan and cry” said Paul tossing his own cock vigorously,

“You cunt!” I cried but I was enjoying the depth and friction of Jack’s cock and was longing for my arsehole to be creamed.

Without warning, Paul stood up, cock in hand and he shoved his stiff prick in my mouth.

I was so surprised but the taste of his pre cummed cock was so good I just munched on it.

“That’s it” said Jack “Suck on his cock as I fuck your hot arse”.

I was sucking alright so much so that slobber was drooling from my lips and dripping off of Paul’s randy prick.

“Shoot your fucking cum in his mouth as I fuck him hard” said Jack “I’m so fucking close”.

I was gripping Paul’s cock with one hand and wanking myself with the other, my mouth enclosed over Paul’s lovely cock and with Jack still pounding my arse with his monster,

With little effort I managed to deep throat Paul’s prick loving the fact that I had two cocks at their deepest in both my holes.

“Ohhhh!” squealed Jack “I’m gonna shoot my fucking load” and he began to fill my arsehole with a creamy load of spunk.

I began to cum too my arsehole contracting with my orgasm and milking Jack’s horny creaming cock.

Of course seconds later with the excitement just too much, Paul began to pump his own load over my tongue and down my throat.

Such was the volume of cum, I hard a hard job containing it all in my mouth and drools of spunk hung from my lips.

Jack was crazy for cum and was soon slurping on my cum wet cock and then feeding Paul’s dick into his mouth.

The session was so fucking hot and within thirty minutes Jack had succumbed and was bollock deep in Paul’s arse and ramming my mate into next week.

Paul was moaning deliriously as Jack fucked his arse and I lay by the side of them both my hand wanking my own cock.

“Give me your dick to suck on” said Paul and I positioned myself so that I had a good view of Jack ramming his arsehole.

Paul sucked my dick good, his tongue rolling haplessly around my hot knob, a hand playing with my balls at the same time. My second orgasm was close and with Paul’s tongue playing havoc with my prick I began to shoot my load into his hot mouth.

Jack was screwing Paul like his life depended on it, his bollocks slapping Paul’s arse with every deep thrust.

My cum pumped onto Paul’s tongue and he went wild sucking my prick and draining my now aching balls.

Jack pulled out of Paul’s arse leaving Paul’s arse gaping wide. With an almighty thrust Jack was bollock deep again, Paul’s gaping hole closing around the hot cock tight and needful.

Jack grunted and said that he was going to cum and Paul was grinning wildly to receive the load.

Jack creamed Paul’s arse good and proper, cum squelching out of Paul’s arse as the spunk kept coming.

I leaned in and kissed Paul ,my tongue reaching into his mouth to get a taste of my own cum.

We kissed passionately as Jack pumped his load up Paul’s fuck ragged arse.

Paul was needing to cum now and Jack and I made it our task to drain his nuts off. We both got down and sucked the hell out of his hard straining cock.

Both of our tongues lapping around his shaft and slopping saliva around his knob until the inevitable happened. His spurting came as a surprise but what a nice surprise it was, shooting out of his cock like a fucking fountain. Jack and I were hell bent on getting a taste of Paul’s cum our mouths open wide our tongues ready to taste it. The sweet cum was soon shared amongst the three of us with our lips kissing each other and our tongues mingling.

We had give no thought about the other sleeping house guests but if they had heard us we hoped that they had fingered and fucked themselves silly.