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My mind was racing with so many thoughts as Sir Jace slept next to me. We somehow moved from my head on his heaving chest to him spooning me, his arm hugging my back, which was skin to skin on his chest. I began to wonder what it would be like to serve as Jace’s 24/7, 365 days of the year personal faggot. It was so far-fetched. We’d been hooking up for over eight years, why would I ever expect this dynamic to change at this point. I chastised myself for thinking these things and attempted to calm my brain enough to get some sleep.

Sure enough, I did manage six or so hours, which for me, was enough. Jace was still sound asleep at almost seven in the morning. I somehow figured out how to lift his arm off me so I can get to the bathroom for a piss. I noticed piss in the toilet and deduced Sir Jace must have had a late night piss and did not want to wake me.  I also noticed a toothbrush still in its wrapper on the vanity, how thoughtful.  Given the cage, I thought it best to sit on the toilet and tuck. I hadn’t pissed in hours so there was a lot to extract from my bladder and as gross as it might sound, the load that Sir Jace had planted into my ass came out.

I brushed my teeth and thought about how I might make myself useful to my Sir. I knelt at the side of the bed and watched Sir Jace in his slumber. He looked so peaceful. I do not usually experience him this way. I wasn’t sure if I should start making coffee, or breakfast, or just wait. Certainly, Sir would need to take a morning leak, and I was more than willing to serve as his personal urinal.

I waited patiently, and again my thoughts began to drift into an unlikely future. I imagined myself stripping to a jock every day after work, putting on an apron and preparing Sir’s dinner, bringing him a beer like a dutiful faggot as he watched TV. I imagined myself giving him foot rubs, nightly cocksucking relief, cleaning his dishes, preparing his bath, doing his laundry, drinking his piss, being his cum bucket. Turning my finances over to Sir, my pay checks deposited in his account, moving in with Sir, sleeping at the foot of his bed. My faggot cock attempted to harden as I pictured these things, but I was only fooling myself. I hadn’t had a real erection in months, only the few times Sir Jace allowed me cage-free time in these eleven months. And, Sir Jace didn’t seem the type to want a live-in faggot slave.

Sir Jace finally opened his eyes and blinked. He seemed to be looking for me and then turned his head to see me kneeling, waiting for his instruction.

“Good Morning, faggot”, he said.

“Good Morning, Sir!”

“You sleep alright?”

“Yes Sir, thank you, and you?”

“I slept like a prince. I gotta piss bad. Open ya mouth.”

Jace arose from the bed completely naked and held his cock out. I opened my mouth and Sir Jace took a step forward so his entire shaft was in my mouth and my lips formed a very tight seal. After a couple of seconds, Sir Jace placed his hand on the top of my head and I heard him sigh, then his morning urine began to stream heavily down my throat like a waterfall.

“Ahhhhh, fuck”, he said. “I could get used to having a piss bucket next to my bed every morning. It’s nice.”

Sir Jace wiped his dick on my beard and the said, “You know what, faggot, I don’t like that beard on ya face. Get rid of it.”

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.

“For what?”

“For allowing me to drink your morning piss, Sir. It was my honor.”

“You’re so twisted, faggot, but that’s why I keep you around. Go make us some coffee while I freshen up.”

I went to get the coffee brewing and found some eggs, bacon, and toast. Perhaps I was presumptuous, but I made enough coffee and breakfast for the two of us.  Sir Jace joined me in the kitchen and sat at one of the counter stools in a pair of plaid boxers. He looked so sexy first thing in the morning.

I poured him some coffee and asked if he wanted milk or sugar.

“No, I take it black.

“Sir, I hope you don’t mind. But I made some coffee for myself and I made us both scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.”

“I don’t mind, faggot, but next time you really should ask me before assuming anything. You understand me?”

“Yes Sir, thank you.”

We ate quietly and when Sir finished I cleaned off our plates, dried them, and put them away. The kitchen was now exactly as I had found it.

“Man, I could get used to this. First you take my piss, then you make me breakfast and clean it all up. This is how it should be all the time. Now if you are a true all-service faggot you’d instinctively be at my feet instead of standing there gawking at me like you do all the time.”

“Sorry Sir, yes Sir. You look so sexy in the morning, Sir.”

“You think flattery will score you points. It won’t. Service scores points.”

As he made his point I ran around the counter and knelt at this feet. I leaned down to kiss his toes. Then I took one foot into my hands and began to rub it.

“Fetch my paper from the door and refill my coffee, then get back down and massage my other foot, faggot.”

I must not have moved fast enough because he kicked the side of my head.

“Didn’t you hear me, fag! Move it!”

I ran to the front door, found the rolled up newspaper, set it on the countertop and then refilled his coffee mug. Then I scurried back to my knees and began to rub his other foot, taking each toe into my fingers with care and purpose. Making Sir Jace feel good was the only thing I my mind.

“Take my dick out.”l, he said as he read the day’s news.

I pulled his dick out from the slit of his boxers and it dropped from its heft. I stared at its majesty. this perfect dark brown penis attached to the most perfect man I’ll ever know.

“Faggot, what’s gotten into you? Do I have to draw you a roadmap? Get you cocksucking mouth on my dick!”

I lunged forward before Sir Jace had a chance to slap my face. I swallowed that cock whole, feeling my chin against his shaved bull balls. Sir Jace grabbed the sides of my head and used my face as a fleshlight. I relaxed my neck as my head bobbed up and down to Sir’s whim. I knew when he stood up I was gonna get another good throating, and I once again held onto his thighs to keep myself from pulling off, and I pushed my head forward, this cock pushing further down my throat. My drool was spraying down my face now and his balls had stopped swinging, they were tight and high. I felt Sir’s cock swell just slightly more and then he let loose with torrents of seed as I moaned over him, using my tongue to milk out every last droplet and swallowing it all, never ever wasting a morsel.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, faggot. You got such a sweet mouth, I trained you too good. Man, I could get used to having yo mouth available anytime. I mean I text you when I need to get off, but if you were here all the time, I wouldn’t have to. All I would do is snap my fingers and you’d be on my dick lickity split!”

“Yes Sir. That sounds nice.”, I said softly.

“What’d you say? Speak up faggot, I didn’t hear you. You got something to say, you gotta speak up!”

“Sorry Sir. I said that sounded nice, Sir!”

Sir Jace didn’t say anything else. He pulled up his boxers and walked over to his recliner and turned on the tv with the remote.

“Would you like me to leave, Sir?”

“Did I say that, faggot? No, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to make yourself useful. What you have going on today?”

“Not much, Sir. I was going to do some laundry and meet some friends later for dinner and drinks.”

“Doesn’t sound like anything important and nothing you can’t cancel. Tell your friends you busy today and instead of doing your laundry, you can do mine.”Then he smiled, like a wry smirk.

“Yes Sir, it will be my pleasure to do your laundry, Sir.”

“I knew you would. I don’t want to catch you sniffing my drawers. Don’t just stand there, faggot. Get going!”

I collected the dish towels, took the washcloth and towels from his bathroom, pulled the sheets of his bed, sorted all the dirty clothes on his floor, resisted the temptation to smell his various undergarments and put the first load into the washer.

“Sir, would you like a shoulder massage while I wait for the washer to finish?”

“Oh hell, yes. This is what I’m talking about! There’s some oil under the bathroom sink.”

Can you imagine how my cock almost exploded as I placed my oiled up hands on Sir’s shoulders? I was finding new ways to service the object of my deepest desires. Feeling every ripple, every divot, I pressed into his shoulders and when he leaned forward, his shoulder blades, and his upper back. I kept at it as he watched college football and I heard the washer buzzer go off.

I washed my hands in the kitchen sink so I wouldn’t stain his whites and then I moved on to get the next load started. Now we had the washer and dryer going with 50 or so minutes to kill. I chose to text my friends at this time to tell them I was with Sir Jace and would be canceling dinner plans. My best friend was also a faggot with a Master, so he understood.

I knelt at the side of my Sir.

“Is there anything I can get for you, Sir? Anything you need?”

“Yes, there is. Bring me a beer and then you can suck my dick again.”

I smiled, I lived to suck Sir’s dick!

I brought over a beer and then I knelt between Sir’s manspread legs and began to suck his dick, as he lazily sat back as if I wasn’t even there. I was like a baby with a pacifier, simply sucking, licking, kissing, rubbing his shaft all over my face. It was the perfect morning!

The time went by too fast, it was time to get the next load of laundry going. I nearly folded Sir Jace’s whites, mostly wifebeaters, t-shirts, and washcloths and put them away.

It was half-time for the football game now.

I knelt again at Sir’s feet.

“I don’t need to see this half-time shit!” Jace maneuvered the remote in his hand and switched up to the internet and turned on some interracial gay porn. It looked like a Cutler-X video of him fucking the living shit out of some white twink.

We both watched the screen silently until Sir Jace said, “this turn you on, faggot? You like seeing a big black dick fucking that twink?”

“Yes Sir, that’s hot.”

“You want me to fuck you like that, faggot?”

“Yes Sir, if you like.”

“You walking around here all morning showing off that ass in your jock. Let’s be honest, you been wanting me to fuck you like that all morning. You can’t help it, you my faggot!”

“Yes Sir, I’m your faggot, Sir!”

“I never get tired of hearing that. Say it again, louder.”

“I’m your faggot, Sir!”

“Very good, very good. Show me that ass, bend over for me.”

I bent over right in front of Sir’s recliner and exposed my pucker. Jace licked his finger and shoved it up my ass as we heard the twink grunting for his life as Cutler X railed him.

Sir Jace began to swirl it around my fuck hole them the other hand smacked it hard.

“Loosen that ass up for me before I breed it! Who owns this ass, faggot?”

”You do, Sir!”

”Yes, I do! This is my ass to fuck, isn’t that right, faggot?”

”Yes Sir!”

”Say it, tell me your ass is mine to fuck. I want to hear you say it loud and proud, faggot!”

”YOU OWN MY ASS SIR AND IT IS ALL YOURS TO FUCK, SIR!”

”That’s right! Such a good faggot. I’m gonna breed this ass good!”

I was tense not knowing what was gonna happen next. I tried to take a few deep breaths and it seemed to do the trick. Sir Jace inserted a second finger and again they circled the permitter, puffing up my ass lips.

Sir Jace stood up and pushed me behind the recliner. I held onto the back and pushed my ass out. Sir Jace took some of that massage oil and poured a little in his palm and then coated his cock. It was brutally shoved up my chute. Sir Jace leaned forward and used his fingers to spread my jaw on each side like a handle as he plowed into me. He matched  the stroking intensity of the porn video on his screen.

Spittle began to flow down my chin as I couldn’t close my mouth. I was groaning as his thick dick pummeled my battered asshole. When Cutler-X buried his nut into that helpless twink, Sir Jace rutted in me. He was out of breath.

When he pulled out I spun around quickly and took to my knees. I polished off his knob thoroughly.

“Oh man, seriously, I can get used to this. You’re doing so good, faggot. Keep this up and maybe you can spend weekends here serving me. Would you like that?”

“Oh, yes, yes Sir! I would, I really would!”

“You keep doing a good job and pleasing me and we’ll see how it goes. I’ll tell you what, after you’re done with my laundry, how about you cook us some dinner. Breakfast is easy, I want to see what you got going on in the kitchen.”

“Yes sir. What you want me to cook, Sir?

“Did I stutter? You got a pay attention to what I’m saying if this is gonna work. Yes, that’s what I said!”

Sir Jace resumed his seat at his throne and I tended to the laundry. Throughout the afternoon I brought him cold beers, brought him snacks, folded his clothes and ironed items still wrinkled. I kept myself quite busy.

By the time I’d finished, Sir Jace was napping in his recliner.  I decided this would be a good time to head to the market and pick up some things for dinner. I wrote a note and left it on the side table.

I practically skipped to the store knowing I’d taken another of Sir Jace’s loads up my ass and thrilled that Sir Jace was considering me as his weekend personal faggot.

Moving to a new town, a new place, a new home can all be highly worth it and in Marcus’s case it was, after all the alternative was living with four other people who were “swimming in very different streams”. Things weren’t bad then, everything had its order and occasionally if something came up then they’d all blandly text each other on how to resolve it. Paying only five hundred as rent was much better than the almost three times hike in price he’s now having to pay. Plus now he’s just lonely in the sense of others in his home compared to being essentially socially isolated by the fact that the other four were all in the same acting program while he was not.

Moving, however big its benefits, had compounded the sense that there needed to be more. So he put plans in the works, new things to test along his way in life.

This was meant to be another stop among many, that eventually led him to proper independent adulthood. That sense that you’ve been an adult for long enough and have done enough for your mind to accept that you won’t suddenly wake up in high school. Moving was a step in the right direction in that sense but it just felt right, he felt lighter and more in control.

Before this new apartment with its forest green carpet floors, and the oddly clean cream walls there was his maybe-ex, Gregory who for all he knew thought he got kidnapped or is dead. Texts would come in weekly, which he’d for the most part ignore, ranging from below average poetry to asking if he’s alive to pictures showing how much better off he is. The state of mind reflected was a whirlstorm, ever-shifting and ever-moving but always in a cyclical pattern.

In all fairness a former friend of his warned him about Gregory’s “vibe” and how it felt off but on the other hand they said nothing more as Gregory undid so many bridges. Though in all fairness, Marcus wondered if that wasn’t that friend’s final attempt out of many forgotten. After the further slow deterioration of other friendships, all that was left were online friends who after Marcus’s walkout would vehemently mock Gregory’s name. A fact that Marcus played into but wasn’t what he needed, he needed to meltdown every facet of the relationship and recast it into a mirror.

He thought about the good portions of Gregory as a means of making up for him, vaguely thinking about Gregory’s shittiness. He thought about how Gregory would constantly tell people to call him Greg, to make them feel at ease.

A smile was plastered on Marcus’s face when he replayed the constant “No need to call me Gregory, just Greg is fine” that Gregory would do, it was cute but also it was just emblematic of him.

He’d do things that were really nice and heartfelt, like your own personalized romcom scenario yet Marcus wasn’t Adam Sandler. Flowers and chocolate just never jived with who he is. He’d tell Gregory that but the idea never settled in his head properly. The smile would always droop off his face as he realized another one of Gregory’s gestures of love meant he had to endure a crowd of people coo-ing over their love. His sister told him one time after these displays that he needed to dump Gregory, and back then Marcus loved Gregory enough that that love was a part of him. He told her to fuck off then, and after his breakup reluctantly apologized.

He now understood that Greg-Gregory was just as no good as the Gregory-Gregory he hated, that there’s only so many times you can do the same routine before something breaks. Only so many times you can hear someone say “Babe, babe please talk to me,” after you beg them for some space. The cutesy energy was akin to a dog with separation anxiety amped with a bump of meth.

Greg-Gregory deserved to be properly told off until all the fire and then some went out of Marcus and Gregory-Gregory deserved to be mocked from afar, a creature turned into queer myth and legend of a sad, pathetic archetype of a man. But then rose the fact that both Gregorys were always the same person, and that sometimes Marcus could see the best in both. Gregory was never a bad person after all, just a shit one, just bordering on it.

Placing his spice collection all in the right place he breached back into reality with a cup of sink water, no worries the cup itself had a bit of hopefully cardboard dust in it, and then immediately after collapsed deeper into his memories.

Though there were a lot of reasons to love Gregory. Although composed of various issues and problems there were perks like he was “huge-cocked”, the wise words of an online friend of Marcus. He didn’t even know why he shared Gregory’s nudes with them, well he did but he didn’t want to rationalize the logistics of all of it. Another reason as some part of Marcus’s brain alerted him to lunge after a cup about to fall, he placed it on top of a cardboard box labeled “Miscellaneous Stuff”. The part of his brain infected with nostalgia said that Gregory was cute, he was masculine, and sometimes he had these moments of authentic deepness.

He’d talk about his family, the lack of love there and Marcus would feel that sympathetic connection that initially transformed their friendship into love spark up. It’d rebloom everything he loved about Gregory, and negate the bad because the bad was just a product of his hurt.

Compartmentalization was the crux of Marcus’s identity, his love and hate in two different boxes. His personal and professional in two boxes as well. And finally, his “vanilla” and kinky side, in truth it was moreso pretending to be vanilla while suppressing his kinks.

Put one life in a cardboard box then place it the attic, another in a shoebox in your closet below a dress shirt and tie, and another in a box in the gap of the wooden paneling of a drawer so that no one can snoop on your private life, then put all the stuff meant to go in that box in a black plastic bag only then are you done repressing things for someone else. Keeping those boxes so perfectly separate means that everything in those boxes threaten to spill out much more easily if everything was out in the open, even if just contained in a large space/his room.

He placed his kink stuff on top of his new bed, mattress already on there in case he wanted to crash immediately after finishing the first part of unpacking. He began sorting out what belonged in the kitchen, as small as it was, and what belonged in the living room from a dozen unlabeled boxes. There was this urge reminding him of the things in that final box.

Gregory wouldn’t have approved of the kink stuff or even being viewed as a single man, the man who was so tall and provoked jealousy among many still had this desperation to fit in. A desperation to know Marcus from front to back so that he could be comfortable in knowing he picked right. It was insecurity that drove him to kiss Marcus that goddamn fateful night they got together, insecurity that made him hug Marcus so tight then with sudden alertness in the middle of the night then ask Marcus where he was going if he was just going for midnight bathroom trip, and insecurity that drove him to have these sudden bouts of immense physical affection among their friends. He couldn’t say no, the lonely years in high school had weakened his heart, nor could he reject what he thought was pure love from a man who was making sure their union was truly forever, nor could he deny that reenforcing their love in front of said friend who warned him about Gregory was a means of proving him or maybe all of them wrong?

His mind raced and then shut down that line of thought for a moment.

A lamp gets set on a corner table, its Victorian look kind of clashes with the room but to Marcus it didn’t matter.

What did was he was going to meet that online friend that complimented his ex’s cock in either five minutes or half an hour.

He wanted comfort from Gregory, a comfort he couldn’t even get when they made their relationship open on the suggestion of the guy that everyone loves i.e. Greg. Uncle Greg fucked the lot of the men he wanted, and Marcus enjoyed a few bouts of random hookups but never got intimate enough that someone’s younger cousin would call him “uncle” randomly while walking by. Never had someone awkwardly confirm with his partner that he wasn’t cheating, their relationship was open, and hinting that Gregory seemed “oddly traditional” for a polyam guy.

But it was fine, Uncle Greg would massage his back as boxer brief covered groin was gently pushed into the bed. Eventually he’d get two fingers of lube, a downwards swoop of his impromptu masseur’s hands to the entrance of his hole, and the apology massage would turn into a foot-long beer slip-sliding till it filled up the tunnel for a long bit. Sex began core as their relationship came to a close, what Gregory got was that he needed to fuck Marcus to make up for the other men he was fucking.

Marcus was just exhausted.

He’d spend a bit on the toilet after these bouts of apology sex, usually finishing himself off as he shat out the load in his ass then would stay in there for a longer bit. Faking moans as he put earbuds in to watch another episode of some random sitcom he sort of wanted to watch.

A knock stopped Marcus’s unpacking, and the reminiscing.

He twisted the lock and swung the door open.

A brown-haired guy with dark brown skin was at the door. His face had this striking combination of sharp-ish features and yet also this uniform softness that countered Marcus’s generally “masc” vibe. Nerdy yet cool would be the “easiest” way to have described this online friend turned real-life friend. His red jeans matched well with the stunning blue and red sweatshirt he had on, there was this naturally cute yet well-developed energy to him.

Also his smile on coming into Marcus’s apartment, after Marcus waved him in, was too sweet to boot.

Also Marcus noticed his ass was a lot fatter in person, a fact that made him question if he was that vapid to notice that so soon but also how it’d feel to touch it?

Justin sat himself on the couch and then looked up at Marcus casually with another smile.

Marcus felt a tinsy bit of swelling in his crotch but swiftly tensed his muscles in a vain hope to beat it.

He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, the best combo for being a bit slutty but not the best for a casual visit from a rather hot friend of his.

“Sorry about sitting on your couch without your permission or maybe I should ask, is there anywhere you don’t want me or don’t want me to touch?” Justin asked earnestly.

“Nah you’re fine wherever, we’ve known each other this long. Plus, nothing out here is anything I’d want to hide,” said Marcus with a more relaxed demeanor.

Marcus walked over to the couch, and Justin pulled out his phone, angling it just that way that signaled “dude I have things to show you,” which he did. Though Marcus looked in between Justin’s legs before that, thick thighs to match a thick ass and dick somewhat visible in his jeans.

Though the semi-obviously crotch peering got stopped by a screen in his face of a few older guys with dad bods in harnesses walking a guy in gimp suit and dog mask, plus some passersby in several states of undress and/or kink gear. It was a video, so you got to see the pup walk with his masters, a lonesome leather daddy squeak by with his leather pants and vest, a little waddle with a diaper held up by a red onesie with a cartoon monster on it, and well actually a group of ABDLs passed by. Some were just in little gear with their overalls and oddly big butts or the full on daddy-boy pairings with the daddy ranging from casual dad to leather dad to office casual dad to twink dad to arrow point to the left with text saying “My Pamper Packer’s the Best Filling Machine in Town,” shirt dad. Notably there was this boy kitted out with mittens as well as the largest diaper he’d seen plus a tutu and from the look on his face likely something inside him too. His tongue popped out, and the camera followed him for a moment that turned into minutes, he seemed so close yet never close enough.

Another, and final, boy interested him though he was sure there were dozens at Bootleg Folsom (quite literally called that by the organizers) more he’d like to see. The video’s taker pointed their phone at someone getting a change, their dick exposed to air and dirtied diaper exposed to the concrete below it. The person changing them was dressed as a doctor, an outfit perfect enough to match the real thing at least to Marcus that was, and was shaving the person’s pubes. Grabbing their cock with a gloved hand, and maneuvering the stiffening rod so they could better shave with their other hand. A water bottle moistening a towel to wipe the hair off, cream covering the area afterwards, and the lifting of this person’s buttocks to dislodge something in their ass then they wiped it off.

Precum rushed down their tip, and Justin looked at Marcus looking intently at the sight of Justin getting changed.

Justin wore denim blue camo overalls in this video, so the doctor “had” to help them into another purple monster diaper plus reinsert the large-flared dildo then help them lift their camo overalls.

Justin pulled his phone away from Marcus’s gaze after that, and Marcus was rock hard which Justin seemed to enjoy watching.

“So three days until the b-Folsom?”

“Yeah but we could go to a few parties before then-honestly we probably should? For your sake, you might have someone you want to do a scene with and then have proper time to plan it or just find some fun people. Met this cool ass twink skater, got some older guy to house him plus convert a room into this man cave nursery thing. He’s not really all my vibe, kind of dick sometimes, but getting humped in a man-sized crib is fucking…” he looked at Marcus, who looked annoyed or perhaps jealous, even then went, “it was fun, real fun. But also I think it’ll be good for you. Even finding drinking buddies-do people even say that?” he rambled.

“Nah I don’t think so but also I think your idea of drink buddies is someone who’ll drink an IPA with you as they’re squirting their last three in a pull up,” Marcus said with a mildly troubled smile.

“See if someone mega-sized a pull up then I’d wear one because you just need the thickness in my oh so humble opinion. Like it’s fun seeing people who can barely fit into someone wear one like once but then it’s just your brain judging their tastes or worse it’s watching a big dicked twink’s dick get jousted!” he said with faux outrage.

“Yeah yeah, the woes of twinks not being in Pampers Deluxe XL Pluses,”

“The woe, yeah….fuck,” he said as he bursted out laughing.

“Dude, I’m guessing you couldn’t get the TV set up so let’s go to my place and-oh I see, I see. Fire stick magickry, wish I brought a bottle if you were going to get that fancy Marky,” said Justin as he rubbed his crotch with sadly, to Marcus, no noticeable crinkle.

“We’re watching Deception, I get to pick since it’s my house. Also on a semi-serious note, do you remember…” said Marcus as he sat back on the couch using his controller as a remote.

“Yup, maybe put something stupid on? Then we watch your movie,” said Justin with a devilish grin to Marcus’s not-horror. His dick was throbbing and the shudder may have been less stress than something else.

Marcus put on American Guy or some other shitty adult-animated cartoon, and Justin untied the knot binding the drawstrings of Marcus’s sweatpants. They had fallen to the wayside revealing a pair of nylon dragon ball-themed underwear holding two balls and a 6-incher. Justin swallowed, and then went on his knees with his ass cushioning his tailbone. His mouth went to work, his tongue tickling the head of his friend’s cock and his throat taking in-and-out the whole of his cock.

Justin liked how squirmy Marcus was, like he’d never gotten head before.

Though eventually he could feel Marcus was close to tapping out and he rustled through his pockets with one hand as he jerked Marcus with the other.

When he found what he was looking for he stood up, hand still on Marcus’s cock. He unbuttoned his jeans, and his black cock bounced up and down. It was a 5-incher cock that was thick as hell. In his hand, which he revealed like a gameshow host, was a pacifier.

“Choose!” said Justin a bit too excitedly.

“Uhuhmpfh, fuck I-please,” Marcus said in a breathy voice as he got to the edge once more. Justin kept edging like a pro, getting him a breath away from cumming then waiting till he softened just enough to repeat the cycle.

“Baby likes his favor?”

Marcus didn’t reply with anything but groans.

Justin peeled Marcus’s foreskin back which caused Marcus to arch his hips, the body of his a swimmer’s build with his pubes so nice and curly plus his complexion somehow lighter than Justin meant that Justin, virtually a lightskin himself, could Marcus one.

Not that that mattered now.

Justin played with Marcus’s dick head.

“Just going to put this in here since you didn’t choose. You’ll owe me next time we see each other though,” said Justin as plopped the pacifier in Marcus’s mouth. It was swiftly bitten then suckled on intensely, Marcus’s dick pulsed and somehow got even hotter.

“Aw, didn’t properly thank you for helping me out. Let me catch your favor in m-oh fuck dude,” he said as Marcus climaxed.

His hips arched painfully outwards as his dick throbbed hard, and a volcanic eruption of hot cum flew through the air onto Justin’s sweater as he sucked on his pacifier harder than slower as he whimpered in the afterglow. The smell of man, of spunk was concentrated in the room. Justin sampled the stuff, and from his reaction it had a bitter taste.

Marcus however softly suckled his pacifier and swept his cum up with his underwear and sweatpants, he kept sucking even as Justin placed Marcus’s head on his lap. Eventually he was ass-naked on his own coach, with his head on his friend’s lap with a strange point poking at his head, and a pacifier that he sucked on even in his sleep.

The future was bright.

 I am anxious/excited because Dennis has hooded me and placed me in a chastity cage. At 18, I am about to go further than I ever have sexually.

He pushes me down into a kneeling position and places my hands on the BVDs he has worn all week in the 90-degree heat. They are moist.He orders me to stick my tongue out of the mouth hole in the hood and lick his briefs, which taste ripe, and then his leather chaps, which taste wonderful. Even though the hood prevents me from seeing, I am turned on, especially from tonguing his hard cock through the cotton fabric. I now have a better line on the length and thickness, and I am pleased. I’m ready to suck it, but Dennis has other ideas.

“Pete, my feet need a good licking. They get sweaty and stinky in my boots in this heat. You’re going to cool them off and wash them for me.” He threads his bare foot through the hole and orders me to kiss it. His toe feels strange on my lips, especially the sharp toenail, but for some reason, it is turning me on, so much so that my dick is straining in its cage.

“Suck my toe the way you sucked dicks in the balcony at the Strand Theater,” he orders me, which sounds like a dig at my sexual precocity. His toe is as far as it can go through the opening. It tastes like the inside of a man’s sneaker on a hot day, but I suck on it with all the skill I have. That is the only way I am going to please Dennis enough to get his cock in my mouth.

I listen as he voices pleasure. He replaces one toe with the other and we’re back to square one with the gamey taste replacing the one I have washed clean with my saliva. We do this for 10 minutes before he has had enough.

“I know that’s the first time you have worshipped a guy’s feet and you did good, Pete. Now get your tongue back on my underwear.” I glue my tongue to his dirty briefs and wish I could lose the hood so I could lick and smell them properly.

Dennis keeps me waiting for a few minutes, then I hear the snap of the elastic band on his BVDs. Is he lowering them in order to feed me his cock. My wish comes true. I feel the fleshy tube poke through the mouth hole. “Here’s what you’ve been waiting for since that night that you couldn’t take your eyes off me at the bowladrome,” he brags. I can’t argue with the truth. “I expect you to do yourself proud,” he says. “I know that you have experience sucking cock.” That’s another dig and makes me wonder if other young men he’s fucked have any sexual experience at all.

His dick head rubs onto my lips. Using my mouth, I want to find out if he is circumcised or uncircumcised. I seem to have a fetish about this from comparing classmates in the shower at school and the guys I sucked of in the Strand balcony. The cut/uncut equation went about 80-20 in favor of cut.

Dennis pulls my head closer and tells me to open my mouth. My mouth tells me two things right off the bat: His dick is fat and it is circumcised.

“You are going to love my cock without seeing it,” he informs me. And though I really want to see it and how blond and copious his pubic hair is, I relax under his control.

The flavor of dried piss and sweat registers on my taste buds. That turns me on because I am a piggy, horny 18-year-old. Dennis’s cock moves in and out of my mouth in a slow rhythm at first, then gets faster. “I’m going to push all the way into your throat now, Pete, so breathe through your nose.” Much to his astonishment, I take all seven inches without gagging.

From my experiences at the Strand Theater, my mouth knows how to handle a long dick without gagging. Dennis’s dickis dripping precum — an added bonus — as he rides my mouth. Then he abruptly stops.

“It’s time for your next lesson, but I want to see your face.” Dennis pulls off my hood and pushes me onto the living room rug. I am thrilled to be able to see again. He reaches under the sofa and pulls out a rope, pushes my knees up into my body and ties my hands over my head. Then connects the rope to my ankles. I can’t move.

I want to be overcome with excitement, but I have never been tied up. It’s daunting not being able to move. Dennis picks up on my anxiety and reassures me that the object of these lessons is educational — to find out for my own good how submissive I can be, so I should submit and be grateful. That sounds like bullcrap, but I don’t care. He is such a stud I’ll do anything he wants.

When he pulls a tin of Crisco out from under the sofa, I know where my lesson in submission is going. While I’ve fantasized about what it must feel like to get fucked, in the moment I’m worried about how much it will hurt.

Dennis presses into my naked body. His leather chaps feel warm against my butt cheeks. With his BVDs pulled down, I get my first look at his perfectly shaped, fat and pink penis with a large helmet topping the shaft. The piss slit oozes precum. His bush is blond and thick and rises tantalizingly toward his treasure trail and hairy stomach. I want to lick every inch of his hairy body.

“I’m going to fuck you in these dirty briefs that you love so much,” he taunts, which sounds like another jab at my piggyness. Then he slaps my right butt cheek hard, then the left one, startling me. I have never been spanked, so it is a new sensation and it hurts. “Your ass is getting nice and red, Pete, the way I like it. Naughty little Italian boys like you need to be tenderized before they get deflowered.” Then he smacks my cheeks a few more times.

I realize that the cock cage, the hood, the rope, the wacks on my ass are all part of the rough sex he warned me about. I am a newbie at all of it.

I feel his finger dab Crisco on my hole. We’re moving too fast, methinks, but I dare not turn him off by whining. His finger enters an inch or so and circles the inside of my hole. So far, so good.

“Pete, I’m going to add another finger. Relax and push out like you’re straining on the hopper. Trust me. That way it will go easier.

The two fingers hurt, but I don’t complain. Dennis gives me a minute to get used to the invasion, then probes deeper, pulling his fingers in and out. He leans over and gets in my face. “Your hole is tight like a virgin Italian’s hole should be.” And he nods. “Ready or not, here comes something bigger.”

 Dennis greases his cock, then his mushroom cap pokes at my hole. “Relax and breathe,” he says. As he plunges a few inches inside too fast, I see stars and let out a groan. He sees the pained look on my face and says, “If you relax and let me in, the pain will go away.”

I picture his fat seven-incher invading my ass, and that seems to help. The pain lessens as he inserts a couple of more inches. The thought of submitting my ass to this hunk of working-class perfection is making me shake with exhilaration. I am getting fucked for the first time, I think to myself, and who is hotter than Dennis to break me in?

With his handsome face staring down at me,he reaches for the key on the sofa and unlocks the chastity cage and pulls it off. My untethered dick immediately becomes erect. “I want to jerk you off and feel your foreskin move back and forth while I’m fucking you to see that happy look on your face that guys get when getting fucked,” he says. I take that as kinda sweet. 

He grips my neck with his hands and in one motion he plunges his cock all the way in without letting me get used to it. It hurts a lot. I wait for the pain to subside as he said it would.

“You love Dennis’s cock up your ass, don’t you, Pete?” When I don’t answer fast enough, he spanks my ass hard.

“Let’s try this again. Tell me how much you love my cock up your ass.”

“Yes, Dennis, I love it. Your dick is beautiful.”

“I know it’s beautiful. What else is it?”

“It’s big and fat and the mushroom on top rocks.”

“Then thank me.”

“Thank you, sir.”

If these ego games make Dennis happy, I’m happy to go along.

He begins to pump in and out of me with fury, banging against my ass and scratching my butt crease with his thick bush. What I’m feeling is hard to describe, but one thing I know: The stories I’ve read in Drummer magazine have not come close to describing what I’m feeling from being fucked. It’s a mixture of pleasure, a bit of pain, and an electric current that runs from my head through my ass and dick right down to my toes.

I lean my head back onto the rug and let myself go. As he drills harder, something I hadn’t expected happens: an orgasm. Cum squirts out of my dick without being touched. From the look on his face, it surprises him also. There will be no need for him to jerk me off.

Seeing the load on my stomach turns Dennis into a wild fuck machine with his cock banging hard into me. I watch his face for the sign that he is about to shoot and when I see a look that’s part pleasure and part pain, he loudly proclaims that he is coming. I picture shots of his cum streaming inside my ass. His orgasm lasts almost a minute before he collapses and wraps his arms around me.

 He whispers in my ear, “That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had, Pete. You did good. Let’s rest awhile and move on to the next lesson.”

I have no idea what that will be.

Then he kisses me passionately on the lips and puts his tongue inside my mouth.

I’m gratified that rough sex can turn into tender sex, but doubt that my next lesson is going to be tender.

Danny Fletcher’s heart was pounding as he stood there, caught red-handed by the notorious Levi Buckner. The 18-year-old rebel, with his untamed spirit and reckless nature, had never imagined he’d be at the mercy of a man like Levi, whose reputation for brutality and corruption preceded him. The night’s events had taken a twisted turn, and Danny’s body was about to become the playground for the sadistic cop’s desires.

Levi’s behavior went far beyond mere corruption. The 30-year-old officer was, unbeknownst to most, a psychopath in the truest sense of the word. He felt no remorse, no empathy, no regard for anyone’s feelings but his own. He took a sick pleasure in leveraging his authority as a policeman to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Danny, and he was going to take him. Whether Danny made it easy on himself was up to him.

Levi’s icy blue eyes raked over Danny’s trembling form, taking in the fear and arousal that battled within him. “You think you can get away with breaking the law, boy? Well, I’m here to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” Levi’s voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down Danny’s spine.

Danny tried to swallow the lump in his throat, his mouth bone-dry. He knew he was in deep shit, but something about Levi’s intense gaze made his dick twitch in his pants. The cop’s hand shot out, gripping Danny’s wrist with an iron hold, and pulled him closer, their bodies almost touching.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you, Danny?” Levi whispered, his hot breath fanning Danny’s ear. “But I like ’em wild. And I’m gonna break you, just like I break every rule-breaker who crosses my path.”

Danny’s breath hitched as Levi’s other hand slid down his chest, past his navel, and grabbed his crotch. The cop’s touch was rough, his fingers squeezing and kneading Danny’s hardening cock through his jeans. A strangled moan escaped the teenager’s lips, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

“That’s it, you little criminal,” Levi purred, his voice thick with lust. “You’re gonna learn to love every second of this. Gonna make you beg for more, just like the dirty little slut you are.”

Danny’s knees weakened as Levi’s hand worked its magic, stroking and squeezing his length through the denim. He tried to pull away, but Levi’s grip was unyielding, holding him firmly against the wall. The older man’s breath was hot against Danny’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“Please…” Danny whispered, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Levi chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Danny’s spine. “Please what, boy? Please fuck you? Please shove my thick cock up that tight little ass of yours?” He looked at Danny with cold, callous eyes.

Danny’s face flushed with shame, but his body betrayed him as he nodded, unable to deny the raw desire coursing through his veins. The blond cop roughly spun him around, pushing him against the wall, his hard dick pressing into Danny’s lower back.

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna take it all, and you’re gonna love it,” Levi growled, his lips brushing against Danny’s ear. “You’re mine now, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll see stars.”

Danny’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Levi’s hand moved to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them with rough, practiced movements. The cool night air hit his exposed skin, but it was the least of his concerns as Levi’s hand slid inside his boxers, wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Levi groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking hard for me, aren’t you? Gonna make you come all over my hand, you little thief.”

Danny’s head fell back against the wall as Levi’s skilled fingers worked his shaft, pumping and stroking him with relentless precision. The cop’s other hand reached around, gripping Danny’s hip and holding him in place as he continued to pleasure him.

“Come on, boy, show me how much you want it,” Levi growled, his breath hot against Danny’s neck. “Gonna make you scream my name as you shoot your load.”

Danny’s body arched, his hands gripping the wall as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, his voice raw and desperate, as his orgasm ripped through him, his cum spurting into Levi’s hand.

“That’s it, you little fucker,” Levi whispered, his voice laced with malice. “Now it’s my turn to take what I want.”

Levi stepped back, shedding his uniform jacket and revealing his muscular torso. His pale skin glistened in the dim light, and Danny’s mouth went dry as he watched the cop roll a condom onto his thick, veiny cock. It was a sight that both terrified and excited him.

Levi positioned himself behind Danny, his hands gripping the teenager’s hips possessively. “You ready, boy? Ready to be fucked by a real man?”

Danny nodded, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. Levi didn’t wait for an answer, thrusting forward with one powerful stroke, burying his massive cock deep inside Danny’s virgin hole.

The teenager cried out, his voice raw and pained, as Levi stretched and filled him in one brutal move. The cop’s hands held him firmly in place, his fingers digging into Danny’s hips as he began to pound into him, setting a relentless, merciless pace.

“You like that, huh? You like my big dick tearing you open?” Levi taunted, his voice thick with lust. “Bet you never thought you’d be begging for it, did you?”

Danny’s mouth opened in a silent plea, his eyes pleading for mercy even as his body responded, his ass clenching around Levi’s thick shaft. The cop’s thrusts were relentless, each one driving Danny closer to the edge of sanity.

Levi’s hands moved to Danny’s chest, pinching and twisting his sensitive nipples, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent sparks through his body. The cop’s breath was hot and moist against Danny’s ear as he whispered filthy words, degrading and arousing all at once.

“You’re my little bitch now, Danny,” Levi growled, his voice a harsh command. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk straight. Gonna own that sweet hole of yours.”

Danny’s mind was a blur, his body a tangle of pleasure and pain as Levi pounded into him, his hips slamming against Danny’s ass with each brutal thrust. The teenager’s cock was rock hard again, throbbing with need as Levi’s assault continued, pushing him closer to the brink.

“Come on, boy, show me how much you love my cock,” Levi snarled, his hand reaching around to stroke Danny’s aching shaft. “Gonna make you come again, all over my hand, while I fuck that pretty ass.”

Danny’s body betrayed him, his orgasm building as Levi’s skilled hand worked his cock in time with his thrusts. The teenager’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, his body convulsing as he shot his load for the second time, his cries echoing off the walls.

Levi’s grip tightened on Danny’s cock, milking every last drop of cum from his spent body. The cop’s breathing was heavy, his face a mask of satisfaction as he pulled out, his condom glistening with their combined juices.

“That was just a warm-up, boy,” Levi said, his voice cold and cruel. “Now we’re gonna have some real fun. And if you play nice, maybe I’ll let you go. But one wrong move, and you’ll regret it.”

Danny’s heart pounded in his chest as Levi dragged him out of the alley, his mind racing with fear and anticipation. He had no idea what new depravities awaited him at the hands of this twisted cop, but one thing was certain—his life would never be the same again.

Little did Danny know, this was just the beginning of a dark and twisted journey into the world of Officer Levi Buckner, where pleasure and pain became indistinguishable, and where the line between right and wrong was as thin as the condom stretched over Levi’s massive cock.

I was just 18, barely. It was a cold march day when I downloaded Grindr for the first time. I was anxious and horny, always a great combination for a teen. I browsed some profiles not really knowing what I was looking for but knew two things. One, I was not going to top. Two, I wanted someone, “Mature.” This boy wanted a daddy… This boy was at the time, about 6’1 and 245lbs. I was stockier then and not the exact body type one thinks of when it comes to needy, horny, ‘twink’. Definitely not a twink but I’ve been told I act like one. Anyway, back to the spicey bits.

I started chatting with this bear. He was shorter than me, pretty hairy, and large. Not super fat, but just large. He seemed interested and I was heading into town to go the mall that they lived by so it was going to work out. As I was on my way to the mall, he sent a message saying, “My husband is home so we’ll have to play together.”

I didn’t know he was married but my heart jumped at the situation. I had kissed a boy in highschool before but that was it. I asked for some pictures of him and he was dreamy. About 6’4 and thinner than his husband but with a very handsome, bearded face. The bear sent some NSFW pictures too and I was locked in. The husband, as I’ll call him since we didn’t really give names, was about 7″ and the Bear about 6″. I sit at the comfortable but not enviable position of the national average, 5.5″.

They sent the address and I got over there just as the sun was goin down. I so very nervously walked up to the door of their very old duplex and knocked. The Husband opened the door and said;

“What.”

That was it. I stammered a moment before he said, “Just kidding, come on in!”

I followed him up a tight little staircase and came to a little sitting room. I was invited to take off my jacket and boots and get comfortable. The Bear was down the hall and came to meet me. Evidently meeting with their approval, I was taken to the bedroom.

I stood at the foot of the bed in the red light of the room. The Husband was in front of me and began to undo my belt why the bear helped me out of my pants. They both began to kiss me and I was reveling in it.

“I love your beard.” I said to the Husband in a hushed tone.

“You’re gonna feel it in lots of places.” He said smiling.

I was slowly moved over the foot of the bed and made to lay face down and ass up. The bear sat down in front of me and started to stroke his cock, inches from my face. Occasionally he would slap me with it as his Husband began to rim me. I felt that scratchy beard on my hole as he dove his tongue into me. After a few minutes, he said to his Bear of a husband;

“You’d better go first and open him up.”

The bear got up and the Husband took his place, stroking and slapping my face with his now engorged member. The bear took a bottle of lube out of some hiding place and began to finger me. I grabbed the bedspread with tightly clenched fists the deeper he went. Eventually, his finger was replaced by the head of his cock. It was painful at first as he pushed in. He didn’t easy in, just filled me up as much as he could. As he landed home, I could feel the weight of his belly push down on my ass.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He said as he started to plow into me. Over and over he pushed and stretched my hole. Occasionally he slipped out entirely but he always made it back in.

He stopped and flipped me over to a missionary position. My legs and hips were sore all the next day from how far he pushed them back. He continued to plow into me till at last, he came deep inside my hole.

After he stepped down, his Husband got up and took his place. He pushed in easier than the Bear did but started to fuck hard. He grabbed my ankles and pushed almost as far as he could reach to the get the bast access. After a while, he stopped and moved me to a chair where again in doggy style, I was fucked hard.

We moved back to the bed. I was on my back with my ass hanging off. The Husband was standing and the Bear, watching as he plowed me harder and harder. He pulled out last minute and came all over my cock. I used his cum as lube till I blew my load too. After a brief rest, that was pretty much it. I always regretted not keeping in contact.

Now, 5 years later, I’m a full blown sub who has a liking for chastity and facials. They definitely started something in me. I love a good rough daddy.

The ocean stretched out before and below us in our good friends’ luxury Waikiki Beach condo.  We’d stayed here once before but not for as long as we planned this time. After an amazing Thanksgiving we left that evening, flew fifteen hours (counting the lay-over), and arrived refreshed and excited and still horny despite renewing our Mile-High Club membership during the flight.

Yup; about a third of the way from Chicago to Honolulu we’d picked a time when most of the other passengers were sleeping and the lavatory near our lay-flat seats was empty.  My horse-hung husband Kent was first in and just like an Alec Cohen-choreographed number precisely two minutes later as I approached the lavatory door the sign clicked from “occupied” to “vacant” and without breaking stride I was inside.  I turned and clicked the lock again; Kent yanked my sweats down and my long-sleeved t-shirt up and hooked it behind my neck to run his hands from my pecs to my balls from behind.  He jockeyed is around in the enclosed space, pushed my head down toward the closed lid of the toilet, and pulled my ass onto his freshly-lubed monster hard-on.  The roar of the jets helped conceal my roar as he ripped into my guts without mercy and began pounding me; his carnal need over-taking my pain and sending me soaring.

Kent made quick work of me.  His cock-mastery had me cumming all over the bulk-head, toilet, floor, and cabinet; twice in the ten or so minutes he railed me before he finally pumped my sore and supremely-satisfied ass full of his seed.  Then although we’d occupied one of the two first-cabin loos for too long already he pulled me into a long kiss and told me he loves me, loves our life, loves that we’re on this adventure together; and then he pushed me to my knees to clean him up.

I sucked his deliciously seasoned semi-hard dick clean of every bit of us; I took care to bathe his balls with my tongue as well.  My own balls were abuzz with the heady scent and taste of him.  I rose and faced him smiling.

”Bend over,” he commanded with a sly grin.  I needed no further explanation and bent over the sink but he gave me one.  “Don’t know where it came from but felt like I pumped out a gallon into you.  Should have brought a butt-plug.  I can’t let you walk around with a huge wet spot on your very fetching behind.”

“Or you cou … “ I started to suggest with filthy thoughts of the handsome lean ginger stranger with the wider-than-wide shoulders I’d spotted in the pod behind Kent.  But I couldn’t complete my thought when my husband voraciously ate my freshly-fucked hole. 

His groans and moans were enough to make me hard again.  Another track deep in the recesses of my consciousness was still capable of thanking Priapus as is my custom to hedge against my body’s submission to age.  When Kent abruptly withdrew and rode with an obscene smack and lick of his lips I dove onto them and sucked his face and licked inside his mouth savoring another helping of us.

We broke the kiss both breathless for a few moments   Both of us were hard again now.  He swiped the pre-cum off my tip and pressed it to my lips.  “For later,” he shut-down any hopes of another relief session.

Kent pulled-up his sweat-pants, was gone in a flash, and I re-locked the airplane lavatory door.  And just like that I was cleaning-up a vast spray and runny ropes of cum with half the paper towels in the dispenser.  I had to give an interval before I departed and there is that sign asking that passengers who use the lavatory be courteous and wipe down for the next customer.  I happily mused that the person who thought of the sign may have anticipate our type of use.

Immediately after I’d made my way back to our seats I was ruing my oversight when I wore sweats and went commando despite knowing I’d probably be loaded before we landed.  Despite Kent’s very thorough job I felt or imagined I felt his load trickling down my balls and thighs.  I thought overtly but maybe not clutched my junk so as to wipe my sac on the inside of my sweats.

At that moment the very hot flight attendant who’d been very attentive indeed leaned over and handed me an old-school business card and said in a low voice, “Next time guys invite me … please.”  And he was gone with a wink.  When I looked at the card it was a name and phone number on a rainbow flag background.  When I turned to the other side it had very neat printing: “I’m in Honolulu for six days 29 Nov to 5 Dec.  Vers.  DDF as of 22 Nov.  On Prep.”  

When I next saw the hunkish flight attendant a couple of hours later after sleeping some I passed him a note written on a napkin:  “But I bet you’ve been in all sorts of trouble since 11/22.”  Without lowering to conceal his answer he smirked and said loud enough to not be certain only I heard, “I’m a planner.  Only oral receiving until I get to my vacation.”  I showed Kent the card when he and I were both awake, recounted the offer, recited the status down-date I’d received, and told him I wouldn’t mind having “Daniel Sung” on our to-do list.  Kent kissed me hard and keyed the contact info into his phone.  When he shared the contact with me he’d even entered the note and had snapped a pic of both sides of the card and had attached it; we’re a thorough pair we are.

Later with about two hours left in the interminable flight Kent came and sat on my flattened seat casually and started chatting … and rubbing my dick and balls through my sweats as if he was propping himself with that arm.  With a devil’s grin he continued the inane banter about our thanksgiving with my two “kids” and their families along with our third Josh whom we’d left at home to see the six of them off the following day.  As I clenched my teeth and tensed my body he jacked me over the edge while talking about Josh joining us for Christmas in Waikiki the last few days of our trip.  As I was gasping and trying my best to be quiet he pressed his lips again a mine and again told me he loves me before making himself comfortable in his own seat for the remainder of the flight.  Daniel appeared shortly after with two hot wet cloths and one dry one.  “You might want these,” he said with a dirty smirk and left.

Definitely a five-star rating when this survey comes into my email from United Airlines!

Kent rubbing against my butt-crack and nudging my still-slimy hole hours later as we stood naked on the balcony over the beach brought me back from my pleasant memories.  He kissed my neck and made me shiver as he pressed into me harder.  I felt myself give way and take him inside; a bit of unpleasant friction after the rough drilling on the plane gave way quickly to moans of pleasure into the warm trade winds.  He repositioned me so that as he worked my prostate expertly my blasts would spray the balcony and not fly out and possibly down to lower units or anyone twenty-two floors below on the beach. He’s considerate that way; both making me a cumming mass of sensation before he refills my guts with his babies but also for others.

Kent fucked to cum and finally snarled-out oaths and strangled moans as if he’d relieved days of pent-up need.  I savored every throb, thrust, and spurt inside me and clenched hard to get every last drop of him.  When he was too sensitive to move inside me he held me close against him and we stood like that for quite some time.  The view was almost as magnificent as the feel of … us.

It was the following day when we’d cycled to the base of Diamondhead and had locked our borrowed bicycles and hiked up to the look-out on the crater rim that we brought up Daniel.  Again savoring the vastness of the beautiful Pacific Ocean this time I had my sweaty arms wrapped around my husband’s sweaty muscled torso relishing the feel of his maleness he turned his head to the side.  “Interested in spit-roast for dinner tonight?”

“Our grounded air steward?”

“Or that guy who we exchanged numbers with at the box this morning.  Bulky muscle or lean and tall?  Choices choices.”

The shorter very-muscled red-head at CrossFit told us he’d be leaving Monday; though in the afternoon.  The clock was running on him and his strongly appealing scent, ginger fur coating ripped mounds of muscle, and a butt that beckoned and promised bliss.  Daniel the tall dark lean-muscled Asian promised quite the fun time if his brazenness and prowess with keeping it just below objectionable levels was any indication.

“Remember though how it went with Josh and Mack,” Kent interrupted my z-rated speculations about our two prospects’ dicks.

“What I remember was my husband fully fucking me while we enjoyed the two of them rutting it out.”

Kent laughed and leaned back harder against me.  “We have such a great life!”

I kissed the back of his next and inhaled him.  “I want to blow you up here.”

Kent made a show of looking east and west at many others up here with us.  “Coast looks clear to me,” he said and we both laughed until we turned to go back down the volcano.  But at where the trail turns and a side path trails off Kent pulled me onto that and the moment we were out of sight of the main trail he turned and pushed me to my knees.

On my way down I yanked his shorts down and his jock-strap with it; his hardening dick sprung forward and I smelled his musk and sweat before I tasted it.  But taste it I did; I hungrily sucked, swallowed, and spit all over my husband’s magnificent huge dick.  I also used one hand to work his balls aggressively and my other to finger his hole; first my long middle finger and then two.  When he was opened enough for a third he said with his voice strained with need, “Fuck me hon!”

I disengaged his dick from my throat for long enough to say, “Gladly; just as soon as you give-up your load for me to lube you up right.”  And then I was back on him and in him and pulling on his sac until he crashed over the edge and howled as he pumped into my mouth.

I’d moved back to just his head in my mouth as I stroked his love nub and he shot and shouted in the wind on the mountain.  When I had almost more than I could keep inside my mouth I whipped him around, pushed him over at the waist, and shoved my mouth over his hairy hole.  I spit and forced his cum into his loosened hole and he moaned in appreciation.

I didn’t make Kent wait; I was on my feet in a flash and shoving into him hard and deep.  “Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck yeah just give it to me!” he cried.

I was so worked-up from the danger of it, from the scent of him and the taste of him, and from the feel of his ripped bod as he tensed and then exploded that I was pounding him like a sex-crazed prisoner or something.  “SO tight.  And so HOT!”

“Come on hon fucking fill my guts with you!  Do what I’m going to do to you when we get back to the hotel; pound my guts in!”

I briefly lost myself in the memory of and anticipation of him fucking me; the most sublime pleasure of my life.  And I turned my attention back to the searing friction of his clenching ass-muscles and the SLAP SLAP SLAP of my groin into his bubble butt.

We stumbled a step or two but stayed connected; I felt the shifted orientation and my blunt knob slamming into his nub of nerves.  He shouted louder, howled, moaned.  “Fuck Al like that!  Fuck me!”

I couldn’t have stopped if the police had shown-up and ordered me to!  And as his howls and groans got louder and longer I felt myself coming to my limits.  “Gonna fill you hon.  Wanna knock you up!”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he screamed into the breeze and came again.

His already too huge dick sprayed shot after shot which I felt as spasms around my dick inside him. That ignited my fuse and momentarily I was slamming him harder and grunting incoherent paths and praises.

We both snapped our heads sideways at the same time when we heard a low, “Awwwww fuuuck!”  A hot younger hiker had his medium-big dick out and was stroking out rope after rope of heavy cum-shots.  We stood and watched until he opened his eyes and saw us.  “That was a hot pounding you gave your boy,” he said to me.  Wish I could have stopped myself and gone after you but I couldn’t help myself.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and clean my cunt?” Kent shocked me by asking.

As if contemplating it the shirtless hiker wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  “May I really?”  He directed the question to me.

“Suck me clean too and I’ll say yes!” I told him.

He was on his knees in front of my sagging slimy dick without any indication of the hard rocky path hurting his knees; I envy the resilience of youth.  My thoughts of his scraped knees vanished when he pulled me by my butt into his face and his nose was buried in my sweaty pubes.  “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned as he inhaled.   Kent watched us still a little dreamy-eyed from the fuck; he gets that way when he takes it and takes a while to come down after.

I reached down and redirected the other hiker to suck my dick and he did gratefully.  He eagerly sucked up and down the length of me and I’m happy to report that as I barrel through my fifties my dick was getting hard again just like that.

Kent took a step back to where his ass was within range of the hiker’s face.  He leaned back and kissed me from that side while the hiker took a break from my rigid dick.  Kent’s torso was still sweaty and felt good to me as I held him at that side angle and he sucked my face hungrily.

“Fuck this is hot!” the hiker’s deep voice boomed.

I knew he wasn’t sucking me; his very short military-style hair was rubbing my crotch and I assumed he was eating my husband’s freshly loaded and rarely-fucked hole.  But when we parted lips and I looked down the hiker was looking up at us.

“You two are amazing together,” he said.

Kent craned his neck even more to look at me more eye-to-eye.  The look on his face was the look that made me swoon: love almost to adoration, contentment, security.  “We are aren’t we?”

“Are you going to suck my husband’s hole clean or are you going to ogle us?” I snapped at the hiker.

“Fuck dude,” he snarled and smacked Kent’s ass before burying his face in the hairy crack and slurping again.

Kent laughed and kissed me again.  “What a life we have,” he murmured.

We were both hard again and the hiker was back on me sucking my balls and stroking me with one hand and Kent with the other.  “You two wanna fuck me?” he offered letting my balls flop out of his mouth.

Kent’s shrug said it all.  “I think maybe we’ll pass,” I told him gently.  Kent’s shrug doesn’t mean ‘whatever;’ it means he’s not wild about the idea but could be convinced.  The hiker’s very trim smooth body and decently talented mouth didn’t compel me either.  And although the danger of the exposure there on the trail had been HOT when my husband had ordered me to fuck his ass it was just breezy in the cool morning on my bare sweaty upper body and legs.

When the hiker stood he was only a bit disappointed.  “KK,” he said and personally I hate that text abbreviation speak. “Want my number for another time and place?  How long are you here?”  He dug in his pocked from his shorts still bunched below his balls and wrestled out his phone and held it out to my watch.  Without me answering he tapped his phone and my watch took his contact.  “I hope you use that,” he said with a grin looking from me to Kent as he got his semi-hard dick back into his shorts.  “Have a great one guys.  I probably don’t have to tell you that; you’re obviously a great couple,” he said and walked away.

I reached over and pulled Kent’s jock-strap up and get his junk inside it.  He laughed but let me continue and pull his shorts up.  I patted his big bulge and grinned and pulled-up my own and looked out to the ocean and sighed.  Kent put his arm over my shoulder and stood against me.

There are some times that are priceless.

Jackie is now living with Jess.  Their hot sex life is stimulated by their love of boots, high top sneaks and leather.  They like shopping together in person or online for a pair of boots that will make them hard and lead to some hot fucking.  A few days ago they saw pink platform lace-up stiletto ankle boots at Only Maker.  Jackie was turned on by a review by Joseph who wrote “great boot for a femboy”.  Jackie likes to read the reviews of the boots on Only Maker because gay guys  and crossdressers post pics of themselves wearing boots with heels.  Sometimes Jackie will jerk off reading how a queer loves his high heeled boots and  seeing the hot bitch in his boots.   Looking at boots on Only Maker can make him hard.  These pretty pink glossy boots have six-inch heels.  When they arrive Jackie couldn’t wait to put them on.  He wore them with a pink panties. Jess took a photo of Jackie with an erection in these stunning boots.  Jess’s 7’s became rock hard seeing Jackie in these gorgeous pink high heeled boots.  Jess was wearing a pair of calf high black harness boots.  Jackie lay on the white leather couch in her beautiful boots.   She started to play with her hole getting it ready for Jess’s dick which is getting warm and wet.  Jess comes over standing and puts one of his black harness boots up on the couch.  

 “Pretty bitch, lick my boot.  Make love to this boot cause I am going to fuck you for hours in them”

 “Sure boss, these are some mean fucking boots.  I want to feel their leather as you ride my ass”

 Jackie starts with shaft of the boot, licking and kissing the black leather.  She moves down the shaft to the vamp and kisses it.  Finally, she takes the square toe in her mouth and sucks it.

 “Oh yeah, you pretty bitch.  Suck my fuckin boot.”

 Jess jerks his cock while Jackie makes love to his boot and drops his load on the black leather. AUHHHHHHHH

“Lick my cum on the boot, faggot and then kiss me so I can taste my cum.  I love the taste of cum that has been on black leather. Oh fuck, man.”

Jackie eagerly licks the cum on Jess’s harness boot and kisses Jess with his cum soaked lips.

 “Get on your back, bitch.  I want to fuck you in those pink high heels. You look so gorgeous in those pink laced boots.”

 Jackie gets on her back with her boots in the air.  Jess enjoys playing with Jackie’s hot ass with his hands and mouth.  He devours Jackie’s pretty pink hole with his mouth and tongue. Jackie moans calling for Jess to fuck her. 

 “Fuck your bitch in her heels now.  I know this what you want, boss” 

 “Yeah, I want to take my bitch now and ride her hard in my harness boots”

 Jess enters Jackie with his massive erection, howling as he does.  He holds Jackie’s pink boots tightly in his hands while his cock fills Jackie’s pussy.  Jackie is in ecstasy with Jess’s cock deep inside her and feeling his hands on her pink heels.   Jess takes one of the pink boots and kisses the 6” heel.  When Jackie sees Jess’s lips on her heels she explodes, OHHHHHHHHHH FUCK..  Her cum hits Jess in the chest. 

 Laying together after their fuck, Jackie tells Jess about a femboy who is Jackie’s friend with the name of Jimmy.  She tells Jess how much fun it would be for him to fuck both femboys. Jackie has had sex with Jimmy who also wears cute boots and sneaks.  They suck each other and fuck each other with dildos but they want the real thing, a man’s meat that Jess can provide.

Jess loves the idea so they set a date for Jimmy to come over. 

 Jimmy also has several pairs of shoes and boots from Only Maker.  When Jimmy comes over, he is wearing knee high white laced chunky heel boots.   The heels are almost 5”.  He is also wearing a white bra.  Jimmy is 5-7,  weighs,145 lbs, has cute, short blond hair.  He has long eyelashes, beautiful long fingers with white nails. He has a lovely pearl necklace.  He wears long dangling earrings that sway when he is being fucked. It is easy to mistake Jimmy for a girl.

 When he arrives, Jess wants to see Jimmy and Jackie make love.  They start kissing and rubbing each other’s crotches.   Jackie is wearing her pink laced boots with 6” heels again.   Jackie goes down on Jimmy’s white patent leather boots kissing and licking every beautiful inch of the white  leather.  As she does, Jimmy reaches for her ass and hole.  He plays with Jackie’s hole and sticks his finger deeper inside.  Jess enjoys seeing the pretty boys and is getting hard.    He calls out Jimmy to rim Jackie’s hole.

 “Do my bitch’s hole while she does your gorgeous boots”

 Jimmy gets on his knees and starts to enjoy doing Jackie’s lovely hole.  Jackie starts to moan.

Jess decides he wants Jimmy’s pretty ass and hole and starts to work it with his hands and mouth.

Both Jimmy and Jackie are moaning now.  Jess is rock hard now and mounts Jimmy wearing his black harness boots.

“Jimmy suck Jackie’s cock while I fuck you.   Love to see you being spit  roasted

 “Your pussy feels good.  Jimmy.   You are such a cute bitch.  I love fucking you.”

 Jimmy engulfs Jackie’s cock in his mouth and sucks devours his cock.

 “Jackie come in Jimmy’s mouth while I drop my load in his pussy.  OH FUCKKKKKKK

Cum starts to drip out of Jimmy’s mouth and hole.   Jess licks his cum on Jimmy’s hot hole and then kisses Jimmy to enjoy Jackie’s nectar.

“Oh fuck that was so hot, you bitches.    Next time Jackie will be spit roasted.”

“Oh yeah,  I can hardly wait.  I love to have cock in my mouth and up my ass at the same time and  take a big load of cum in my mouth and in my pussy.  OH fuck , man”

“Lick my cum on Jackie’s boots, faggot.”

Both of you are so cute in your boots.  I going to love fucking both of you tonight.

“We want that so much for you to see us in our gorgeous boots and fuck us again and again. Oh yeah, boss man. Fuck your pretty bitches all night”.

I was on the island of Sayonara, off the coast of Mexico. I had  come here as a friend had said it had a great gay resort;(and cheap).

  It was a total chnge from London-pretty beaches, flowers everywhere, and ten cute cabins.

 I had just turned 66, looked 46 due to two facelifts-and have the body of a 25 year old;(or so Stefan, my gay masseur tells me, as he fondles my ass).

  I’m a retired, rich hairdresser. It’s one of the oldest professions-goes back to Rome, and probably the Cro-Magnon caves.

  Anyway, it’s my second day here at Flores, and I’m Talking to Ronaldo, the older gay bartender.

  It’s a small island-just us, the locals and a mile away across the island, some U.S. military research facility-or so Ronaldo says.

  It’s a dull afternoon-(‘how much  sunning and swimming can one do?’)

  I’m going for a nap, and Ronaldo is going to fix me up with 20 year old Jose, the pool boy. (I Have to give him a $40 ‘tip’.)

He has a nice, slender brown body and a big bulge in his shorts.

I go back to the room, wash off the baby oil, and lube up, and have a stiff Bourbon with a dash of Coke.

 Jose is prompt. I say ‘Bueno Dias’ and hand him a drink. He replies shyly,’Gracias’ , and

strips down-showing a brown, hard , thick 7″ cock.  I lay on my stomach, Jose put a pillow under it-and in minutes I have that young, fat rigid cock way up my ass.

Jose steadily and enthusiastically pumps away with his rock-hard dick.

  (As I lay there, I have a flashback to two years earlier-when I was in Puerto Rico and Rocco did the same thing-but with a really thick 9″ cock.)

Jose is good at fucking, and does a great job-and in about ten minutes shoots a  copious load of Cum up my ass.

My ass tingling, I get up and pay him, and he’s happy and runs off.

  Fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. It’s Juan, Jose’s older brother and also a pool ‘boy’.  We get down to details, and for another $40, I will get another fuck;(and from the looks of it, by a bigger dick.)

I’ve hardly had time to catch my breath from the first fuck-so I had to have a couple of stiff Barcardis before more fun.

  Naked Juan wants me to suck his  thick 8″ cock before he fucks me-which I do-but I refused to lick his large balls. (‘What kind of  Gay did he take me for’)-I thought.

A little inebriated, I lay down and spread my legs. In seconds Juan’s very thick, rigid  8″ cock is way inside of me.

Juan knows his business and give me a great

hard, pounding fuck.;(it even has me panting a little)-(Def. an 8 on the Richter Fucking Scale.)

  Juan leaves and I wash my glowing, tingling ass.

  Mexican hospitality has been all that I could have wished for.

  I eat supper alone-all the other Gays are partnered, and none invite me over.

  I have a couple more stiff Bacardis at the bar with Ronaldo, and sway my way back to my room.

There’s a full moon, and I’m in a tropical paradise.

  I nap and wake up in the dark. It’s about 9pm.

There’s sort of scratching at my unlocked screen door. I’m sleeping nude and turn over on my stomach.

  Suddenly two or three men are in the room, I’m being held down and being very roughly fucked. One guy finishes and another starts. They are making animal, grunting sounds as they fuck me. I think of screaming but feel it’s safer to  play unconscious. The fucking is very uninhibited and goes on and on, and my ass starts heating up.

The third guy has an enormously large and thick cock. I’m stretched to the limit. It feels like a cruise ship docking. Luckily I have a large buttocks and can take the battering.

There’s lost of moans,groans and growlings.

I feel like I am in a Gay werewolf movie.

Mr. Humongous fucks faster and after  eight or ten deep thrusts he shoots his load into me with a semi-howl. My ass is hot and vibrating from the pleasure of the fuck by this big cock.

Too soon it’s over, and the young naked, well-muscled  men shuffle out-animalistic looks on their faces-and sort of snarling like beasts.

I get up and clean my ass. It was tingling  over from the earlier fucks, but is now hot and incadescent.

  I put some clothes on and go over to the Bar.  All the other cottages are locked and no lights are on.

  Ronaldo has a big smile on his face.

I tell him of the men raping me; (I don’t call it rape of course).

‘Some other men did the same to me!’, Ronaldo cried. ‘They took me in the back room and fucked me silly! They were naked with large cocks, and had insane looks on their faces-like beasts. I struggled some, but they were too strong and masculine for me.’

‘Same here, Ronaldo!’, I exclaimed. ‘It was better to relax and enjoy it, then to fight three men. I might have injured them, so just lay there and let the Animals do what they did.’

  ‘ It’s the army research base on the other side of the island !’, Ronaldo cried.

The locals say they give young soldiers drugs that turn them into Zombies. They move around like the Walking Dead.

The locals have seen them in the fenced yard of the buildings. The military  probably want to make  Russian or Chinese soldiers into temporary zombies with a chemical spray.

  ‘But why are they over here at Flores?, I asked.

‘My theory’, Ronaldo said, ‘is that they’re now doing real world testing and deliberately let them come to our Gay village-to test how military Zombies will terrorize civilians. And they don’t like Gays anyway.

  Well, they were certainly Horny Zombies!’, I excitedly said. ‘They fucked like animals!’

  ‘It was terrible!’, Ronaldo said. “I could hardly bear to be fucked so many times.’

‘And they were young, and the thick cocks  were so very hard!  My ass is not as young as it used to be!  But I survived. It was sort of thrilling in a way.’

 ‘The last Zombie, with the biggest cock, was sort of cute. I wouldn’t have minded him staying behind and giving me another hard fuck’-said Ronaldo.

  ‘I felt the same about my last Zombie’, I said. He had such a huge cock and fucked real rough, like an animal, and growling all the time.’

‘ It was sort of Romantic-like those novels where the handsome Hunk Hero rips the clothes off the young girl, before he ravishes her;(with her permission of course)-I said.’

‘Anyway’, Ronaldo replied- ‘Go home and lock your door. They took half  a dozen bottles of Rum and might come back tonight when drunk. I’ve got to close up and go repair my makeup. Their body sweat while fucking me ruined my Mascara. Such brutes!  But the last one, Mr. Big, was such a Dream!’

  We do a quick Kissy -Kissy, lips grazing each other cheeks, and I rush off to my cottage and lock the door. I have another Barcardi and Coke and turn all but one light off. it’s stifling with the door closed-so I open the door and leave the screen door unlocked.

(Life is all about risk. I will just have to risk another Zombie sex attack, if I’m to have the cabin comfortable for sleeping.)

All the other cabins are locked up and dark. It must be very hot in them. Ronaldo must be hot also, as he has his cabin door open and his light on.

  Slightly drink I collapse into bed. I sleep nude and the breeze through the screen door feels good on my ass. I lay on my stomach in the hot tropical night, and hear a scratching at the screen door.

I look up  and there are six horny naked men with military caps on, with horrible lust-type expressions on their half-drunken faces. 

I quickly swipe some suntan lotion all over my ass, and pretend to be unconscious, as I don’t want to be harmed.

(‘Well’, I think philosophically, ‘what can helpless me do, but be unconscious, and submit to all those long, hard cocks all around me? It’s a hard world out there.’)

  As I’m held down, I hear multiple growlings, and the first thick, rock-hard cock is plunged into my lubed up ass hole.

It starts a rough relentless pounding of my ass-and my ass starts getting glowing hot.

Endings Are Just Beginnings

So what led up to our wedding? Well, we need to draw a line from previous Christmas night in Goran’s house, to the moment when Chris and I stood and looked at each other and agreed that what we were to each other already, was what we would always be and was solemnified on a bright morning in June in front of all the people we loved.

Make sense? If not, then listen.

After that transcendental fuck with Tomasso, we had a nice, long shower. He was all affectionate and a little embarrassed, frankly. I think he surprised himself by wanting to fuck me. But it didn’t change the fact that he loved it, and I loved it and Chris loved it. So much love!

But after that night, Tomasso went home and Chris and Goran went into full tournament mode. Then we all made our way to Australia and settled in for a few weeks of intense activity. Brad came as well, so at least I had a familiar face when everyone else was busy, and I got to hang out with Maya who came over with Tomasso.

During the course of the Open, she and I spent a bunch of time together, and compared notes about Boston. It turned out she knew of my dad, since her dad moved in similar circles. I asked her why she left the States.

She laughed. “Why wouldn’t you? Italy may be chaos and corrupt, but at least they’re open about it. Americans have this fantasy that they have this ideal, just system based on equality, but obviously that’s crap. Money talks and it’s everyone for themselves. And Italy may be a mess, but people who need help are taken care of. And besides, they have the best food in the world.”

She looked almost angry about the US and I could understand why. I said, “I get it. Maybe that’s why we spend most of our time in Barcelona now.”

“Right? How is your house, anyway? I want to see it. Tomasso says it’s all Architectural Digest or something.”

“I don’t know about that…but we like it. After this season, you two should come and stay.”

I was wondering how much she knew about what Tomasso had got up to at Christmas. I knew they were open, but I wondered if she knew Tomasso dallied with men occasionally. She smiled at me and said, “That sounds lovely.” She paused and then I knew she knew. “And whatever you guys did at Christmas. Well…Tomasso was all over me afterward. He said he was inspired by hanging out with you, and knowing Tomasso, I think that means you three got really intimate?”

I knew I was blushing, but I nodded my head. “Yeah. We did. I hope that’s all right.”

She laughed happily and rubbed my arm, as if I needed comfort. “Oh, of course. He and I have worked all that out. If one or both of you ever want a repeat, just ask him.”

That was interesting. I guess we made an impression on him that re-set his gay/straight ratio a little.

But I could see why Tomasso was into her. She was smart and beautiful but totally grounded. I could imagine her keeping his feet on the floor at times when he wanted to float off into sensual space.

—

The next morning while I drank a bunch of coffee, I had a look at the draws again to see how the tournament would play out. I realized that if things went the way they should, Chris would meet Tomasso in the semi’s and play Goran, who was seeded number one, in the final. That both excited me and scared me. I really wanted both to win – all three of them, really – and I was remembering what Tomasso had said; that Goran was going to be the best. But would that be now?

The Asshole American wasn’t there. We weren’t sure why, but he wasn’t. Chris played the French kid in the quarters and wore him down again. That kid needed to work on his stamina. But he was sweet and a little star-struck by Chris. I even fantasized he had a crush on him, which, in a bro kind of way he probably did. Goran made it through the first four rounds, as did Tomasso.

The three other quarter-final matches were uneventful and Chris and Tomasso, and Goran and the angry Russian emerged to play the semi’s. Chris and Tomasso gave another master class on how to play tennis perfectly. And I had this crazy idea that the three of us were having sex in a weird sort of way with me in the stands and he and Chris on the court. But Tomasso wasn’t quite on form that day and he lost to Chris in four sets. He smiled broadly, nevertheless and kissed Chris and they walked off the court together. I fantasized that they would fuck in the showers. I was a little sex deprived, so don’t judge me.

Goran played the angry Russian and as usual, he was angry. He seemed especially angry to be playing Goran for some reason. But Goran wore him down and made him run around the court while he watched and beat him in four sets.

Two days later, these two guy, both of whom I loved, played again and for the last time. As always with them, it was a long match with no sense of who would win. Neither of them made any big errors and in the fifth set it seemed either one of them could win. Right up until the end. Because there is always an end, right? No matter how much we want things to continue, at some point something happens and Schroedinger’s cat shows up and says hello. But until then you are in suspense. So be in suspense.

When the match was finished and the press did what the press does, Chris and Goran emerged from the Melbourne Park complex. Ravi was still in Spain, not being able to get away. I think Goran was really annoyed by that, but he didn’t say anything. Goran said to us, “Come to my place tonight. I want to be with you two.”

Brad drove us to the house Goran had rented and left us there. We didn’t say much to each other. There was too much to say, after all. Goran poured us some drinks and we sat outside on the second floor deck and looked at the stars. Then I turned to them both because I could tell they were feeling a lot. “You two…come to bed with me. Let’s do what we always do, which is enjoy each other.”

In Goran’s bedroom, I made them stand there while I took their clothes off. I started with Goran’s shirt, which I slid up and over his head. His chest was as lovely as ever and I spent some time licked his nipples and kissing all over the place, down his flat stomach and I undid his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was sticking out of his white briefs and the contrast between the dark hair on his chest and legs was amazing. I pulled his briefs off, but then Chris took hold of Goran’s cock and they started to kiss while I pulled Chris’ shorts down and he stepped out of them.

These two guys were so similar and so different. The difference at this moment was Goran’s dark hair around his cock and Chris’ light, pale fuzz but there were so many others – on and off the court.

I pulled the two cocks together and licked them from top to bottom. I glanced up and their mouths were all over each other, in a slow, almost careful way, as if they were afraid they would hurt each other.

I got up and joined them, the three of us trading tongues and kisses between us as I shucked my clothes. I moved around them and got on the bed and with a smile, I said, “I want to watch you fuck each other.”

Goran gave me a slow smile and pushed Chris down on the bed. I lubed up my almost-husband, and Chris turned over and started to carefully lick my cock as Goran got on top of him, running his dick in between Chris strong, white ass cheeks. Goran’s cock looked almost tanned in contrast to the white of Chris’ meaty ass. He leaned forward and I watched his cock disappear into Chris, who moaned into my cock. Goran held himself up on his forearms and took some long deep fucks into Chris.

I watched Goran go deep, slide out, and then go deeper, with so much intensity. Chris turned and they managed to kiss then I leaned forward and let my cock slide into Goran’s mouth. I caressed his face and scalp; his dark hair was getting sweaty, his muscular back had a sheen of moisture on it. I pulled out of his mouth and got behind him and started to kiss and lick his incredible ass, running my tongue between those powerful muscles, matching his thrusts into Chris. I went deeper and let his balls drag over my tongue.

He stopped after a few minutes and pulled out. His cock was glistening. He said, “I want Chris to fuck me now.”

They switched position, but Goran was on his back and Chris almost hugged Goran’s legs and slid his cock into him. Goran made some moaning sounds, and I moved back so my prick was right by his mouth. I squeezed it so a long glob of precum oozed out and into his open mouth, followed by my cock. The whole scene was like a slow burn for me and I knew that if I kept this up, I would pump cum into Goran’s mouth, so I pulled out and watched these two athletes work.

Chris was gentle, but fucked deep, his eyes never leaving Goran’s who was slowly stroking himself. I decided to join, so I got behind Chris and held him still long enough for me to push myself into his already slippery ass. He groaned and kept fucking.

We kept this up for a while, changing positions and combinations and it all felt close and intimate and warm. Finally, these two champions fucked each other, each taking a load of cum from the other, and then I came in Chris’ ass, feeling like I was going to burst into flames. I pulled out and Goran cleaned my cock, then we lay together, kissing.

We were still and didn’t say anything, thinking about what had just happened between us, but also what happened earlier on the court. A lot had happened.

—

We flew back to Spain together: Chris, myself, Goran and Brad. We all slept most of the way and then, back in our respective houses, slept some more. Brad stayed with us for a few days, recovering, then flew home to be with Seamus and their daughter who he missed all the time.

We didn’t hear from Goran for a while, which was strange and I got the sense that something was wrong. A little over a week after we came back, Chris and I were hanging out on our rooftop retreat and Goran appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked tired and annoyed. He threw himself onto one of the lounge chairs and said, “Well, we broke up.”

I knew that something like that had happened. Apparently the separations were too much for Ravi. Poor guy. Poor both of them. Goran didn’t blame him, but he was still pissed. At the situation more than anything. We made dinner for him and asked if he wanted to stay, but he said he wanted to be alone. But he kissed us warmly, and got in his car. I imagined him sitting by his pool figuring things out, looking at the amazing view, enjoying the night air. I knew he would be fine.

I whatsapped Anika and she already had talked to Ravi. She said he was torn up but resolute. That sucked. I got the sense she was on Goran’s side. She couldn’t understand why her cousin couldn’t just go with it. She and I had a nice talk and not for the first time, I wished she lived nearby. She was coming to Europe in March so I could look forward to that.

So now Chris had time on his hands for the first time in a very long time. He didn’t need to keep training. He didn’t need to do anything. I went back to trying to get better at making furniture and we rented a work space for me so I could swear undisturbed. It felt really good to be using my hands and creating things that – in some cases – I was proud of. Marco was pleased with my aptitude and came to see my studio. He was jealous, but when I told him he could use it whenever, he wanted to fuck me he was so happy. I decided that needed to stop. Sexy dude, but in the end, a little too much.

In early March, Chris and Goran began to talk about starting a tennis school in Barcelona. There were already a few, but certainly not one run by two top seeds. Between the three of us we had enough money to back a really good one. We decided to call it CGM Tennis. Not very inspired but it kind of says it all.

Then we sent out wedding invitations. We found the middle point between Wimbledon and the US Open so as many of our tennis friends could come as possible. Chris and I spent hours planning it. Not so much because it would be lavish or complicated, but because we wanted it to be a celebration of us, and just as much, of our friends. It had to express who we all were, not just Chris and I.

Since it was going to be at our house in Beacon Falls, we hired Seamus and Brad to be the US organizers. They wanted to do it for free, but we had to pay them because it was going to be a lot of work. You know, the billion things that need to be planned for an outdoor wedding for a hundred or so people, including really good food.

So, yeah, I’m clearly avoiding the Australian Open, aren’t I. That’s where so much of this is headed, right?

But first I’ll tell you about the French Open that followed. Going to a Grand Slam with Chris, where we both could be spectators at last? That was a trip for both of us. We kept expecting someone to come and say, Chris, what are you doing, you’re playing now. But we got over it.

It had been a bit rainy in Paris, but once play started, the skies cleared and everything got going as it should. Goran made it to the finals. Tomasso lost in the semi’s to the Russian dude who, apparently, was less angry and actually friendly. Afterward, Tomasso asked him why he was so much nicer. The guy looked embarrassed but said he and his wife had just had a kid and he was happier. Apparently he apologized for being a shit.

Goran barely broke a sweat when he beat him in the final, but the Russian guy gave Goran a big hug at the end and kissed him. The crowd went nuts and he and Goran had a great moment holding hands and waving to the screaming crowd.

OK, fine, I’m still avoiding. Now I can relive you of the suspense: When Chris beat Goran in Australia, Goran said it was the final motivation he needed. Not because Chris beat him, but because it crystallized something for him. For now – for the next few years – he wanted to win. And Chris retiring helped him realize it, because Chris, who he loved like a brother, didn’t want to win. It was the contrast. Kind of like the one between his dark hair and eyes and Chris’ light blue eyes and pale skin.

So yeah, Chris won the Australian Open and retired. Then Goran won the French Open. And then he won Wimbledon by beating Tomasso in the final. And he became the top seed again. One runner up and two wins in the Majors will do that. Much fucking rejoicing.

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The wedding in Connecticut was on a bright sunny morning in June. We were outside under the huge trees. All the people we loved were there. Everyone. Should I list them? Brad and Seamus with their daughter, Dr. John Dalliwal, Anika, Goran, Jack and Stuart, Tomasso and Maya, Marco, my old neighbour Mark, as well as a whole bunch of other people we knew.

Chris’ family was noticeably absent. They did not approve. I sent them – without Chris knowing – an email saying that if they changed their minds at any point, they were welcome to visit us. But I knew they wouldn’t.

I don’t need to tell you what Chris and I said to each other in front of all those people, do I? It’s obvious. Or at least it should be. Love, acceptance, patience…it’s all been said before, but each couple has to say it anyway or what’s the fucking point? And say it out loud so that all those people that we loved could hear the words and know them to be true and reflect on times when they have – or wanted to – say the same words to someone.

We had a party afterward. It’s all about the party, right? That’s also the point. There was dancing and general merriment. And I know this has been no rom-com, but a little after midnight when Chris and I were wandering around the yard holding hands, we came around a tree and found Goran and Dr. John in the middle of fucking. We stood watching them go, and I was getting turned on. John was leaning against the tree with his pants down to his ankles and Goran’s cock was going deep into his ass. Nice. It was a combination that had never occurred to me but as soon as I saw them, it made sense.

I said, all sweetness, “Oh, John…and Goran…I was wondering where you two were.”

Goran gave us the finger, but he was grinning like an idiot. That made me happy.

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So this is the part where this little story comes to a close. It’s not the end of the stories. No way. There are a lot more. Maybe I’ll tell you some of them some day.

Like how Tomasso retired after Goran beat him at Wimbledon and joined our tennis school and he and Maya moved to Barcelona. They live down the street from us. He sometimes comes over on his own and one or both of us has intense sex with him. Well, mostly with me. He has a thing for my ass. And I have a thing for his cock.

Like how Brad and Seamus opened their own tennis school near Boston for little kids, including their daughter who grew up to win the US Open, and was a top seed for a while. She married Tomasso and Maya’s son. Very cool.

Like how Anika met this guy in London at a coffee shop – sound familiar? – and within a year had moved to England and married him. What is it with coffee shops? We see her all the time. Her husband is very cool but he won’t fuck us. His loss.

Like how Goran won the US Open that year, and eight more Grand Slams and a bunch of other things before retiring to his home in the country. He and John married in Spain and John – having left Boston – opened a practice in Barcelona (and ran through a boatload of regulatory hoops to do it). We see them all the time, and in fact we practically live in each other’s houses.

There are a bunch of other stories, of course, because there are always stories. But this one, that started with Chris waking me the up to my life with that first kiss – remember that? – and ending with our marriage in front of so many people we love? That’s the story I wanted to tell you.

On a weekend trip with a few friends from college it was decided, after much consternation on my part, that we would all go horseback riding that Saturday afternoon after we had arrived at our cabin getaway in the Great Smokey Mountains. I personally was opposed to the idea because well, I had never ridden a horse before, and I wanted to see the sights, and at the very least go hiking with my own two feet.

I had only recently met these guys at the college job fair earlier that semester, and we hit it off when it was discovered that we had all three come from the same area. They were both Juniors, and they seemed to be the best of friends. They were always together, and they were both funny as hell. John was a tall and athletic, with short dark brown hair and an average looking Irish face. He wore glasses, and played dumb about most issues, but I knew he was smart because he was in a special program for aspiring NASA scientist. Rick was short and a bit more rotund, with a wild looking blondish red hair, often wearing a baseball cap and sporting a big burly beard. He was always playing pranks and keeping John on his toes. Both reminded me of guys from back home, and when we met, we immediately hit it off as if we were long lost friends.

Only in my freshman year of college, I had been on a full-time schedule while waiting tables on the weekends. I still had my clean-shaven face and my Irish good looks, but I felt I was maturing somewhat. Standing at 5’ 11’’ and keeping myself fit going to the gym and bicycling to and from classes, I was determined to maintain my bubble butt even though I was thinning a bit, and my aspirations for sex had gone out the window with my busy schedule.

In fact, I had not come out in the college scene. My interest was purely in older men, and when I met John and Rick, I didn’t even feel compelled to tell them what my bedroom proclivities were because neither of them interested me, and besides it was nice to have regular friends to goof around with.

  John and Rick invited me out to a local dive bar after the first time we met. We drank beers and played pool and laughed out asses off the whole time. After that we started texting in a thread to each other. Mostly funny memes and raunchy humor.

      One day John and Rick mentioned getting a cabin in the Smokeys for an upcoming weekend, and I stayed quiet. It was nearly impossible to take time off work and school when I could barely afford rent. John and Rick met me after work that next Saturday and drove me to the bars. The weekend mountain trip was brought up again that night after I had had several drinks, and I eventually agreed when they insisted that they were already paying for the cabin and gas, and all I had to do was provide my food and beer.

  I apprehensively marked myself off the schedule at work for that next weekend and threw caution to the wind. Having dudes to hand out with and do normal dude stuff was appealing to me. We had all grown up in the south, from middle class rural white families, and it just seemed like a natural adventure for a college boy to go on. Besides I had never really been able to experience the Smokey Mountains as an adult. My mother and I had gone when I was a kid, and I had only remembered the doing touristy stuff. 

When we took off that Friday, I had skipped a few classes and was already feeling guilty when the two assured me that it was going to be a fun weekend and that I would be glad that I had come along. The whole way Rick made me laugh telling stories about John and the stupid shit he had done. John would always have a hilarious comeback as if he had no clue why it was so stupid, turning it around on Rick as If he had missed the whole point. I just laughed and laughed. There was never a dull moment with these two.

   When we got close to our destination and we started to see the beauty of the mountains, a discussion about our options for weekend activities begun. John mentioned zipline and ATV rides, and then Rick mentioned horseback riding. I was not comfortable with horseback riding. It didn’t seem like the best way to spend a Saturday, riding on a sweaty horse and being scared shitless the whole time. Both John and Rick seemed to disagree, and they spent the next thirty minutes trying to convince me that it would be fun.

After I had been worn out on the subject the car went silent and we drove through the mountains pointing out attractions and mesmerizing places as we headed towards our cabin, stopping on the way for another hilarious adventure in a local grocery store to get beer and food.

 When we arrived at our cabin, we had to double check the address a few times because the place was so big. It had a big wrap around porch and several bedrooms, and a big stone fireplace in the middle. A nice size set of brown sued couches adorned the room. We sat out groceries on the big island counter and walked around the whole place ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ as we picked out our rooms.

  When we finally settled in, we popped some beers open and cheersed each other from the couch. John had discovered a jacuzzi on the back patio area and we all went out to look at it. This place was beautiful, and we could only see one other cabin adjacent to us on the small winding road. We drank several beers and sat in the jacuzzi until I was conked out from trip. I went to bed early partially dreading the next day, but I knew whatever we did it would be fun. John and Rick had a way of bringing out the best in me, and I slept like a baby on the big queen size bed.

The next morning, I awoke to birds chirping and the sound of bacon sizzling. When I walked out into the spacious main room, John was cooking us up some basic country fair, and Rick was sitting on the couch engrossed in his phone. They both greeted me, and we ate our breakfast sitting on the stools that lined the big kitchen island.

   “You ready to ride some horses?” Rick asks me with a mouthful of bacon. “Yeah, I guess so” I answered, still noticeably unenthusiastic. “Come on, it won’t be that bad” John chimed in. I gave them both a slight grin wavering to the twos assurances as they both patted me on the back and made wild grunting sounds in unison.

  The incredible views on our drive through the mountains washed away most of my nervousness, and when we drove down a country driveway to a set of large stables that were surrounded by an incredible mountain scene, I was starting to get excited again.

   When we got out of the car and walked around the barn, we were greeted by a very handsome cowboy named Bill, that insisted we call him Mr. Bill. He was about forty or so with just enough stubble on his face to drive me wild. He wore a tucked-in denim shirt and denim blue jeans with the trademark belt buckle, and he had on brown cowboy boots, and a brown cowboy hat to match, under which was a bit of longish brown hair trailing behind his ears. He was the quintessential rugged man of my dreams, and he beamed at us with earnest big blue eyes.

   While he explained to us what we would be doing and how we were to follow his lead, and how we needed to always listen to him, I stood there gob smacked trying not to think about what I would rather be doing as I watched him lead our horses out of the stables on by one.

  When he helped me onto my horse, I felt his touch on my leg and I nearly melted. ‘What a stud” I thought. His piercing blue eyes looking into mine as he steadied the horse and gave me directions. John and Rick were goofing around as per usual, and I was transfixed on Mr. Bill. He seemed to take to me, and when we rode out, I followed close behind him on my horse watching him in the saddle. Wishing I was that saddle.

 Mr. Bill started to talk to me exclusively as we made the decent into the trails. He asks me what I did, and I told him I was in my freshman year of college and that I was waiting tables for money. He seemed to be a little more than interested in me, to the point that when we took a break in a large clearing to wait for John and Rick, Mr. Bill ask me if I had ever gone camping before. I said that I had grown up in a rural area and I had camped a bunch growing up, and he seemed surprised. “You don’t look like the type” he said looking at me as we both sat on our horses facing each other. “I don’t?” I said coyly, realizing this unimaginably hot cowboy was getting friendly with me. “What’s with these guys? One of them your boyfriend?” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t believe he had said that, and I didn’t get a chance to answer because at that moment John and Rick came riding up through the woods behind us.

 As we made our way through the trails, all I could think about the way that Mr. Bill had made conversation with me. From the very first time he had spoken to me, he seemed to be only interested in talking to me, and John and Rick were oblivious to the whole thing.

   When we stopped for a breathtaking mountain view on the final ridge, John and Rick both continued to goof around while Mr. Bill told me about how his grandfather had owned the land we were on as long as he could remember. He said that he had been camping on that very ridge dozens of times and I thought of him out there in the wilderness stoking a fire looking out over those mountains. It must have been an amazing childhood I thought. I also thought about the possibility that he might have been lonely out here growing up, and that if I was reading his signals correctly, he was probably still lonely, and man that made me hot.

  Mr. Bill helped me back on my horse as we readied ourselves to ride back and he looked up at me and gave me a sexy rugged dimpled smirk like he knew what I was thinking.

  We talked a bit more on the ride back down the mountain, and I eventually got around to tell him that John and Rick were just college buddies, and that they had forced me out there to ride horses, but I was glad they did. He didn’t answer me at first, but when we were out of earshot, while riding next to me he said that he was also glad I had decided to come along.

   ‘What the actual hell?!’ I thought, did he just tell me he was glad I had come along with those beautiful blue eyes like he was into me? And what about the camping questions? Did he want to invite me to camp with him? Like be outside all night alone with each other? I couldn’t stop thinking about it and when we arrived back at the stables we dismounted and John and Rick were asking me if I had had as much fun as they had, and all I could do was answer with “I loved it, but I think I might have dropped my wallet”

“You what?” Rick said laughing. “Why did you bring your wallet?” John said in disbelief. “I don’t know but I must have dropped it somewhere” I said patting my jeans. Mr. Bill came back from taking the horses into the barn to take off their saddles, and John told him what had happened.  “Well, I guess we’ll need to ride out and look for it” he said without much thought. I was looking at him when he said this, and I could sense a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  “Well damn, we can wait here I guess?” John said, “No way man that’s a long wait” Rick said and started towards the car. John looked at me as Rick walked away “We gotta get something to eat soon, or Rick will start foaming at the mouth” he said, and I looked at Mr. Bill for an answer. Mr Bill patiently leaned back against the barn lifted up a leg up and placed his boot against the barn to steady himself, and after a brief moment of silence, while I felt around my pants for my wallet for the hundredth time and Rick rifled through the car Mr. Bill spoke up “If you two want I could drive him back down to the cabin after we get his wallet, I’ve got to make a run into town later anyway?”

 I nearly lost my composure when he said this, but I was going with it. This cowboy and I were about to be alone in the woods.

 John looked at me to see what I thought about that, and I shrugged. “You still have the address on google maps?” John said seeing that I was ready to do what I had to do.  I looked at my phone and nodded.

  “Not much service up here, but I’m sure we can find it” Mr. Bill said slightly grinning at me as he stood up from his perch and started walking back into the stables to re-saddle up the horses, leaving us to work things out for ourselves. I gestured to Rick that I was sorry with a shrug of my shoulders when he looked at me from the car, gesturing back a ‘what the fuck?’ with his arms in the air as John started walking back towards him to tell him the plan.

  I watched them both drive off down the long driveway, feeling my stomach knotting up as I thought about the situation I was in. Here I was at a desolate mountain ranch all alone, as far as I knew, with an extremely handsome older cowboy, and I was pretty sure he was feeling the same way I was about it judging by the looks he was now giving me as he brought out the horses and led mine over to me.

  He helped me back up onto my horse and again gently gripped my leg as he put my foot into the stirrup. “You think you might have lost it on the ridge?” he said as he hopped on his horse with ease and then turned her around to face me. “Yeah, it’s probably there where we got off the horses on the ridge” I said thinking about it for a minute.

 We rode back through the field we had just come out of and down the horse trail along the Wood line. “I’m sorry about this” I said, “If we can find my wallet, I can pay you for the extra trip” We were riding side by side and he answered back “It’s quite alright, I enjoy the company” now looking back at me with that dimpled cowboy grin.  I nearly melted. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best thing that could have ever happened to me, although I was still apprehensive to the possibility that might be thinking what I was thinking.

We rode back up a big steep embankment that led onto a higher wooded trail, and when we came to the clearing where he had made conversation just a few hours before, we stopped and rested the horses.

 He turned his horse towards me rode up next to me “You think you might have dropped it anywhere around here?”  he said looking around on the ground before leaning over and resting himself on the horn of the saddle, and then giving me a look I hadn’t seen before. It was like he was trying to read me. “I don’t think so” I said looking around the ground and trying to act like I hadn’t noticed.

 “Well let’s get up to that ridge and look around and then we can stop and have some lunch” he turned his horse and started down the trail away from me, leaving me reeling at the thought of having a picnic alone with this guy. I honestly wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I mean he was getting damn friendly with me, but there was a chance he was just fucking with me, and at this point I had been making myself pretty obvious with the signals I was giving. He could have done whatever he wanted with me, and I would have eagerly complied.

As we came into the clearing at the ridge, the view seemed all that more amazing to me, and I started to feel that whatever happened this whole thing would be going into my spank bank.

 We got off our horses exactly where we had earlier, and I looked around and immediately saw the missing wallet “Here it is” I said as started taking the horses over to a nearby tree to feed on some prairie grass. I saw him pull an old leather bag off his horse along with an old Mexican blanket and watched him lay it on the ground.

  “Alright. Good deal. Here have a seat” he said waving me over as I watched him sit on the edge of the blanket take off his cowboy hat, and pull off his boots one by one. As I walked over I noticed my legs and thighs were aching like hell, I stretched a bit before nervously kneeled next to him.

  He handed me a canteen of water and a food bar. “The best I got” he said as I drank the water thirstily while still on my knees. I eventually tried sitting down Indian style to graciously accept the food bar. I opened the food bar, and he sat back and opened his, and we both ate silently as we looked out over the vast mountain ranges that were visible in the distance.

“A far cry from the dorm room” he said to me as we nibbled our bars “It sure is” I said looking over at his body all muscular, his slicked back sweaty hair golden brown and long. I could see that it his tan line underneath his collar, and his face was wind worn. He lay back on his elbow and stretched his legs out, his jeans tight around his solid thighs, the white socks on his feet waving there in the wind.

 He looked over at me and smiled as he laid on his back with his hands behind his head “I don’t often get a chance to lie around out here and enjoy the scenery” he said looking over at me with his hands still behind his head, watching me as I laid back, stretching out my legs and then leaning on my elbows next to him. “That’s too bad” I said looking over at him and thinking about how much I’d like to just cut to the chase and get this cowboy pants off. My dick started to harden in my pants at the thought, and I was prompted to sit up in order to hide it.

   I turned over to look at him to see if he had noticed, and we both locked eyes. In that moment It was like he had heard what I was thinking, and his hands came from behind his head and he reached down to undo his belt buckle. He unzipped his zipper and sat up and pulled his jeans down, the legs going inside-out as he ripped them off and tossed them to the side, resuming is position laying on his side holding his head up with his left arm while rubbing his bulge, and then looking at me expectantly.

 I kicked off my boots and then pulled my jeans off more easily than him, throwing them to the side, and lying back down on my right side to face him. I began to rub my hard dick through my black boxer brief underwear slit, and he reached over between us, and grabbed my inner thigh, and then pulled me closer to him.

 I laid back and let him molest me. I could smell his cologne, and hear him breathing heavily as he stuck his hand into the leg opening of my boxer briefs to stick his calloused fingers up into my crack, touching my taint while I stroked my dick with my left hand. As he massaged my hot taint with his fingers, I reached over with my right hand to feel his manhood through his underwear. It was hard and thick, and a perfect length, and I fought my way down through his elastic band to get ahold of it while I opened my legs and let him probe my hot wet teen hole. I pulled away and reached down to pull off my boxer briefs and then remove my flannel and t-shirt while at the same time he was pulling his underwear and removing his denim shirt and undershirt. 

   Now fully nude I crawled back next to him and took ahold of his cock as he resumed feeling my sweaty wet hole between my thighs. I rolled him onto his back and took in the sight of this extremely hot man laying naked next to me, his chest hairs growing down to his stomach hairs, connecting to his pubic hairs. I followed the trail down to his musty crotch where I was holding his big thick manhood. It was pulsing in my hand when I gave it a thorough licking from base to head as I positioned myself below him, coming up between his legs, my knees in the brush and dirt. He laid back and put his arms behind his head and watched me as I looked up at him for approval.  I put his whole manly dick in my young supple mouth and began to suck on it, still looking up at him. It was in my mouth for a few moments when he laid back and grabbed my head with both hands and moaned out an “Oh shit!” like he was about to come. I stopped, not wanting it to end, and I looked up at him arching his back, his heels digging into the ground, and his balls dangling there in a patch of delicious hair. He pulled my head up with both hands and I relented. I then slowly climbed up on top of him, kissing his stomach and then his chest as I I did. 

 He quickly rolled me off of him, and then laid me on my back  before I could kiss him on the lips. He crawled on top of me and then got up on his knees in between my legs. He spread my legs wide apart, spit on his fingers, and then aggressively started feeling in between my young college boy buns, probing his fingers into my wet hole, as I laid back and stroked my cock watching his big strong arms come up next to me on both sides to brace himself as he crawled on top of me to work himself into me, my legs wide apart, my back arching as I let it happen.

Our eyes locked when I felt his dick tearing its way into my sweet young hole, and we both grinned at each other and started to giggle. He was looking at me like he had wanted to fuck me his whole life, biting his lip when it started to go in. I started burning from the lack of lubrication, and I grabbed both of his wrist that were gripping my sides, and started scooting back. He kept driving himself into me, and it started to go in more easily after a bit. I scooted up and off it, and then I turned over to let him the full view of my ass from behind.

 The sight of my sweet bubble butt rising up in the air in front of him made him howl, and he smacked it as he got up close behind me, grabbing ahold of it with both hands and spitting on his dick before feeding it into my shaved smooth hole.

   The blanket that was once underneath us was now crumpled up, laying way off to the left, leaving us on our hands and knees in the grass and dirt, my young limber body now stretched out face down and ass up ready to be broken. When I felt his dick going in me, I cried out, gripping patches of weeds, and feeling my face in the dirt. I lied there helplessly, feeling his manly hands squeezing my big round buns around his cock while he slowly pushed his mighty oak into my thirsty teen trap. It was at that moment that I finally knew what that saddle felt like.

He bucked me like a only a cowboy could, and after a few minutes my legs gave in, and I laid down all the way, my hard dick in the grass, my body itching and twitching as he drilled his cowboy cock into me, his sweaty body on top of mine, the stubble of his chin rubbing on my shoulder as he panted, grabbing both of my arms and squeezing them for support while he grinded his thick cowboy cock into me harder.  

  I felt him start to cum and I demanded that he cum inside me “Fill me up Mr Bill!” I moaned as he got back up on both hands and started to fuck my harder than before. I felt him seize up and then I felt his warm semen start to rush into my insides as he gasp, and then started to move it around slowly inside me, making sure he had released the whole load before pulling out. 

“Damn son! That some seriously sweet ass you’ve got there!” He said, rolling off and fetching his undershirt to wipe his dick off. I rolled back over next to him and jerked myself off, cumming instantly while still covered in grass and dirt “Oh fuck Mr Bill” I said while I was cumming “That was so fucking hot!” He grinned at me and watched as I shot a huge load all over myself. When I had finished he tossed me the undershirt he was using, and I wiped up feeling a bit embarrassed that I was so not ready for what had just happened .

We both stood up sweaty and naked, and brushed the grass and debris from ourselves before getting dressed. If this was what cowboy life was like, I thought, then I was ready move to the country. I mean this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. The whole thing. Hot older cowboys into young twinks. Sex outdoors. Horseback riding. I was hooked. How wrong I was to try to get out of this adventure. 

After getting dressed and drinking most of our water, we mounted up and rode back silently, occasionally catching glimpses of each other, both of us grinning while thinking about what had just transpired. He now had the look of a rowdy teenager to me. So damn handsome too. 

  When he drove me home in his big pickup truck that afternoon, he told me that he had not ever been that intimate with another man before, but he had always wanted to. I ask him what made him think that I would go along with it, and answered that he knew that I had purposefully left that wallet out there when he questioned me on the ride to the ridge. “I just knew at that moment that you were wanting it as bad as I was”

We were at that moment pulling up to the cabin and I looked over and gave him a devious grin “Well it worked, didn’t it?” I said as he parked the truck. He reached over and grabbed my thigh and squeezed “It sure did, now you’ll come on back to the ranch and see me again wont you?” I scooted over and gave him a peck on the cheek, and then slid back over the other way to open the door and climb out. Before I closed the tuck door I looked up at him and I answered “Next time we’re gonna need a bigger blanket”. He gave me a big grin and waved me on, and at that I closed the big tuck door behind me. I walked bowlegged up the cabin stairs and waved back at him as he backed his truck out of the driveway. At that point I needed a shower more than you could imagine, and that Jacuzzi was going to come in real handy that evening, but the truth is I would have gone back out on that ridge and did it again if I could. The serious question now was how did I get myself into these situations? Well the only answer I can give, and Its one that you might have guessed by now, is that maybe, just maybe, I’m am just that lucky 😉

This is a true story. The names and places have been changed