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    Trent was laid back on the bench press lifting weights in his home’s small gym.  He liked working out alone and hummed to the music flowing from his earbuds.  Wearing only workout shorts, his lean muscular body glistened with a coating of sweat on his totally smooth body.  At 17, he had the body of a Greek god.  Taut muscles on a firm body honed by hundreds of hours in swimming pools where he excelled as a star swim team member.  His blond flaxen hair was currently longer than he usually kept it due to the swim offseason.  He would put it up in a bun later this morning since it was long enough now.  At an even six feet tall, with piercing blue eyes and a killer grin, Trent turned the heads of both sexes when he strolled by.

    Trent rested the weights and sat up to admire himself in the mirrored walls.  Standing up, his reflection showed the smooth chest and nickel sized chocolate colored nips that begged to be licked, sucked and flicked.  His rock hard abs led down to a belly button navel which screamed for a tongue to probe its depths and circle the small hole.  Blond tufts of hair composed a treasure trail down to his crotch.  Trent shaved his pubes for swimming and this only appeared to enlarge the size of his already thick, juicy nine inch penis.  He could see his cock’s imprint against his shorts even in its constant half hard state.  Grinning at his reflection, he rubbed and adjusted his cock and thought about jacking off right there.  He knew he was alone in the large house for a few weeks since his parents were away in Europe.  Only the house assistants were around and they kept to themselves and their work leaving him free reign over the large estate and its grounds, including the Olympic size pool and adjacent hot tub behind the house.

    Reaching down into his gym bag, he grabbed a pool towel and his favorite white Speedo.  Pulling off his workout shorts and tossing them over into a laundry basket, he pulled on the Speedo and stuffed his boycock into the fabric.  Stretching the fabric over his bubble butt ass cheeks, he glanced in the mirror.  His bubble ass screamed to be spread and heavily licked by tongues with its totally smooth hole.  His cock pulsed at the thought.  Trent smiled and grabbed the towel to head out to the pool.

    Mid morning had a cool crisp feeling in the air.  The hills of southern California surrounded the property and were beautiful as the sun made its way slowly up into the sky.  As he walked up to the pool and dropped his towel on a lounge chair, the water was completely flat and looked like glass.  Trent stepped to the edge and dove into the water.  He plunged almost to the bottom and felt the warm water surround his body as he pierced the crystal clear void, rotated a couple of times and then surfaced.  He slowly bobbed in the water and then moved to the edge of the pool to position himself at one end of the long stretch.  Pushing off, he began breast stroking the length of the pool.  Back and forth he went multiple times.  Then he repeated his exercise with backstroking.  After half an hour, he paused, paddled over to a ladder and climbed out of the water.  Dripping as he walked to the chair, he used both hands to flop his wet blond hair back on his head and over his ears.  Reaching the chair, he grabbed the towel and slowly dried his body and rubbed his hair.  He lay the towel across the chair, straddled his legs on both sides and sat back to relax.  Placing his hands behind his head, Trent squinted at the sun and closed his eyes.  Don’t lay in the sun too long, he told himself.  Sunburn wasn’t in his plan today.  Just long enough to dry off.

    Unbeknownst to Trent at that moment, two admirers were observing from a vantage point behind him and next to some landscaped shrubs that concealed them from his sight even if he were to turn around.  The two young men were dark black African aged twenty.  They had slender and lean muscular bodies from working outside at hard labor.  Their shaved heads already glistened in the morning sun with beaded sweat.  They had paused trimming the shrubs when they heard splashing in the pool and were now staring at the young stud who had climbed out of the pool to lay on the chair.  His hot body excited them both as they licked their thick lips and thought of many pleasures with the boy.  Focusing on his crotch, they could see the boy’s penis pushing against the Speedo suit.  Yearning to burst forth, they fantasized about using his cock for hours.

    The black boys, Ty and Rod, had worked at this home for several months and enjoyed the job.  The pay was good and they had free reign over the property outside and in the garage, work shed and pool house.  From the first day of meeting Trent, they had lusted over his body.  They had slipped up only once when Trent spied them having sex in the 69 position in the pool house one afternoon when they thought everyone was out of the house.  As they slurped each other’s ten inch cocks, he had watched through the cracked open door.  Writhing on the double bed, Ty’s eyes moved to the door and saw the boy watching.  As Trent rubbed his hardening cock through his shorts, Ty winked at him and moved his mouth and lips up and down Rod’s huge slick cock.  Rod moaned underneath him as the pleasure of Ty’s warm, wet mouth engulfed his throbbing dick.  Overwhelmed, Trent had slipped away from the scene, but now the three of them shared a secret.  A secret that would soon evolve into something unexpected.

    Watching from only about twenty feet away, they saw Trent move his hands and arms from behind his head to down across his chest.  He stuck his thumbs under the top edge of his Speedo and pushed the suit down to reveal his cock and balls.  The semi hard boycock flopped out to lay across his crotch and point up towards his navel.  He pushed the Speedo further down and then slid it all the way off his legs and feet, and flung it to the side.  Spreading his legs wide, Trent moved a hand to his mouth and spit heavily into his palm and then wrapped his fingers around his growing cock.  Within seconds his cock had swelled to its full nine inches with a beautiful mushroom cap head pulsing in his grip.  Ty and Rod watched in amazement as Trent slowly stroked his throbbing penis up and down.  The cock glistened in the morning light from the saliva that he periodically applied from this mouth.  Trent’s head lolled back and forth slowly as he pleasured himself.  His feet and toes curled as his taut abs tightened.  It took only a couple of more minutes for the boy’s moaning to reach a climax as gobs of cum spurted from his dick over and over.  His balls drained and shot cum all over his abs and chest.  Finally, Trent released his twitching cock from his hand’s grasp and lay still for a minute.  Hearing a rustle behind him, he leaned up and turned his head to catch a fleeting glimpse of Ty and Rod scurrying off into the bushes.  He grinned, grabbed his towel and Speedo and headed inside for a needed warm shower.

    Walking into the house from the rear patio, Trent passed through the large living room and saw Juan, the house assistant who acted as the overall butler type person for them.  He was adjusting an old clock that needed constant winding to keep running.  Now wrapped only in a wet towel around his waist, Trent said, “Hey Juan.  Good morning.”

    Juan turned and scanned Trent up and down with a penetrating gaze focusing on his bare muscular chest and crotch where his cock was now half erect after shooting a load.  The Brazilian young man was 23 years old and had the looks of a male model.  Jet black hair on his head capped a six foot frame that was chiseled muscle and completely smooth.  His black work pants hid a ten inch uncut cock and golf ball sized nuts.

    Smiling, he replied, “Morning to you Trent.  Good swim?”

    “Yeah.  It was great.  Especially the ending.  You can ask Ty and Rod.  They got to see.”

    Laughing at his comment, Trent weaved his way to the staircase and headed up to his room and bathroom.

    Later that evening, Trent returned home from an afternoon of mountain biking in the hills with a couple of his friends.  This time caked in dirt and grime from his adventure, he took a long hot shower to scrub every nook and cranny with sweet smelling soap including his ass and boyhole.  Fingering himself, his cock roused and partially grew erect.  He thought of jacking off in the shower, but realized he’d already been showering for over thirty minutes.  Stepping out of the shower to towel dry he saw one of the young asian boys who worked in the household attending to his bed.  The boy turned and looked at Trent as he stood straight up and faced the boy naked.  Tuk, as Trent recognized him, smiled and licked his lips and then vanished quietly.  What was Tuk fussing with at the bed, thought Trent?  It was already made up with clean sheets and the bed cover.  Oh well.  Tuk and Prem, the other asian boy assistant, worked as house cleaners and cooks in the household.  They seemed like twins in their virtually identical appearance.  They were both twenty years old and had tight lean bodies.  He’d never seen them shirtless or naked, but imagined smooth taut bodies.  They both had shaved heads with very cute faces, especially when they smiled which was most of the time.

    Pulling on a pair of white terry cloth shorts that covered barely half of Trent’s thighs, he skipped any underwear since he wanted to fully relax and wasn’t going out anywhere on this Saturday night anyway.  He grabbed an old tshirt that had the sleeves and sides cut out to let air blow across his sides and chest when he went running.  It gave everyone a good look at his muscular chest and nips with just a slight sideways glance.  He liked being an exhibitionist showing off his hot body to everyone who looked.

    Bounding downstairs, Trent entered the kitchen to get a power drink from the fridge.  He’d eaten some snacks earlier and was not hungry for dinner.

    In the kitchen, he encountered Juan who was talking with Ty and Rod.  All three turned to spy Trent and quickly took in his appearance.  As usual, they all thought, the stud boy seemed ready to be worked over sexually.  A hot boy treat ready to be devoured by them.

    “What’s up guys?”, said Trent.

    Juan replied, “Oh, Ty and Rod were just telling me about this morning at the pool and your little show.  Sounds like a hot time.”

    Trent grinned as he swigged the drink and wiped his luscious red lips with the back of his hand.

    “Yeah, I bet they liked that.  It was fun.”

    Juan continued, “So, we were thinking about some more fun games boy.  What do you think?”

    “Oh really?  Like what?”, asked Trent.

    “How about some dice rolling?   Low score does whatever the others want.  I mean WHATEVER.  No backing out at any time.”

    Trent thought for a second.  That could be fun.  He thought of several wicked things that he’d like to do.  Selfishly and without considering the consequences to him, he agreed.

    Minutes later they were sitting in the large living room around a circular wooden table that was handcrafted from a single pine tree and still had some pine scent.  On one side of Trent sat Ty, and on the other side was Rod.  Both had on white tank tops and tight camo work pants with hiking boots.  He knew they had been working all afternoon outside, but had clearly showered and cleaned up in the pool house since he could smell rose scented soap from their bodies which were only inches away from him.  Across the table from Trent sat Juan.  He was wearing a black t-shirt and tan work pants.  Trent hadn’t seen him since the morning and didn’t know what he’d been doing all day.

    Hovering near the kitchen and observing intently, he saw Tuk and Prem.  Dressed in their typical all white uniforms, he saw them grin at him.

    “You roll first, boy.  We’ll all roll three times.  Best or rather worst of the three is the loser.  Got it?”, said Juan.

    Trent rolled the die and came up with a two.  Hmmm.  Not a good start.

    Ty rolled a five.  Rod rolled a four.   Juan rolled a six.  He grinned.  “Good thing we’re rolling three times or you’d be fucked.  Like for real.”  Everyone chuckled but Trent.  He had a flash of anxiety.  What will they do with me if I lose?   Too late now though.

    The second roll was not much better for Trent.  He got a three, but Juan rolled a five, and Ty and Rod both rolled a four.

    Trent knew this was it.  He had to get at least a four if not a five or six.  They hadn’t discussed any ties.

    His hand shaking slightly, Trent shook the die in his sweaty palm and rolled.  The die clattered on the table and stopped.  A ONE!    Oh FUCK, thought Trent.  He lost.  The others didn’t even have to roll.  They already had better scores.

    “Well well well.  Looks like we have a loser!”, said Juan.  Trent’s eyes darted to the young men around him.  Immediately he felt like prey in the presence of three predators.

    “Ready for some fun hottie boy?  Why don’t we head upstairs to get started?”, said Juan.

    Ty and Rod had leapt to their feet as Trent got up.  They reached over to gently grab Trent by his arms.  Moving him away from the table and towards the open space fronting the stairs, Juan stepped up in front of him.  Slowly, he reached forward and moved his hands inside Trent’s open shirt on the sides to brush across his nips and down his abs.  Back up his chest went his hands to feel the boy’s hardening nips.

    “Looks like someone is getting excited,” whispered Juan.

    With that, all four of them went upstairs and into Trent’s bedroom.  An insanely large bedroom for one person, it had a huge king sized bed with a night stand on both sides.  The huge bathroom on one side with a walk in tiled shower room and double sinks.  In front of the bed on the facing wall was a 70 inch flat screen tv.  As they moved into the bedroom, Juan went over to a large oversized leather chair that faced the bed and sat down.  He reached over to a small side table that had an ashtray and lighter and Trent noticed a blunt sitting on the table.  Juan fired up the blunt, took a couple of puffs and said, “Ok, let’s get started.”

    Ty and Rod had removed their shirts in a flash revealing hard muscular chests and arms.  They pulled Trent’s shirt over his head and leaned in to begin licking his neck and ears.  Ty slowly began kissing Trent and his tongue soon plunged into Trent’s mouth to dance with his own tongue.  Rod was licking his ear and his neck as he felt hands pulling his shorts down and he stepped his feet out of the shorts on the floor.  Fully naked now, Trent felt Rod’s crotch press against his ass and begin to rub up and down in a grinding fashion.  He moaned as his cock began to harden quickly.  Ty continued deep kissing him as he felt Rod’s hands move across his chest and nips.  Down across his abs and then back up to his nips went the massaging hands.

    All of a sudden, Ty moved his mouth off of Trent and dropped to his knees.  In a flash, Ty opened his mouth and leaned forward to swallow the boy’s stiff cock.  Grabbing it with one hand, he guided it into his mouth and throat.  Completely enveloping the now hard 9 inch penis, Ty pushed it all the way to the back of his throat.  Trent moaned as Rod turned his head to kiss him just as Ty had been doing.  Trent’s cock was now throbbing as Ty began to methodically suck it from tip to root.  The shaft glistened in the light from the coating of spit, and an occasionally slurping sound emitted from Ty’s mouth as he gobbled the boy cock down his throat.

    Juan, watching from about ten feet away, had removed his clothing and was stroking his own cock with one hand while puffing on the marijuana blunt with the other.  His ten inch cock was fully aroused at the unfolding threeway scene in front of him.

    After a few minutes, Ty stopped sucking Trent’s cock, much to both of their brief disappointment in order to move to the bed.  Rod and Ty now ditched their pants and boots to be fully naked.

    As Trent climbed onto his own bed on all fours, he was directed to face the headboard where Ty had laid back on some pillows and spread his legs wide to face Trent.  It was then that Trent first saw the massive black cock pointing at him.  Ten inches long, thick and with the mushroom cap head the size of a small apple, Trent stared in awe at the huge dick.

    “Suck my cock boy,” said Ty as he reached forward with both of his large hands and long fingers and pulled Trent’s head towards him.  Trent opened his mouth and began to swallow the huge cock down his throat.  Deeper and deeper into his throat it went.  Trent gagged once and then relaxed.  Holding it for a few seconds in his throat and with his nose nestled in Ty’s bush, he slowly backed it out to the head.  Taking a breath, he took it into his mouth again as Ty pushed his head down forcing him to swallow to the base.  Over the next few minutes, they got into a rhythm where Trent swallowed the entire ten inches down his throat and then moved it back up to the tip.  Again and again, Ty face fucked the hot blond boy as he had fantasized doing for a long time.  He moaned and groaned as he ran his hands through the swimmer’s beautiful smooth blond hair as the kid’s head moved up and down on his saliva slicked black cock.

    At the same time that Ty took control of the boy’s mouth and throat for facefucking, Rod had positioned himself behind Trent and started work on his sweet bubble ass.  Spreading himself out on the bed, Rod took his hands and grabbed Trent’s ass cheeks to pull them open revealing a completely smooth hole with a rounded rosebud.  He immediately began licking all around the boy’s sweet tasting hole, lapping it thoroughly like a dog.  Trent moaned and squirmed his ass as he felt the warm wet tongue invade his most private body parts.  Rod stabbed his tongue deep into the boy’s hole and flicked it all around repeatedly.  Increased moans and squirming told Rod that he’d hit the kid’s sweet sensitive spots.  For added effect, Rod took one hand and moved it underneath the boy’s crotch and found his rock hard cock.  With some added spit, he grabbed the twitching dick and started pumping it furiously in his fist.  Milking the boycock with one hand and tongueing his ass, Rod had placed Trent in a moment of ecstasy.  He focused on Ty’s cock to suck ever deeper and moaned at the milking and tonguefucking he was receiving from Rod.

    Rod decided to up the game as he tongued the boy’s sloppy hole.  Using first one finger and then two, he probed into Trent’s warm wet hole and began to fingerfuck him.  Trent immediately felt the change from a soft tongue to harder fingers and grunted.  He started to move one arm around to slow the penetration, but Rod wouldn’t have it.  With his free hand, he grabbed Trent’s waving arm and pinned it against his side.  He then continued to fingerfuck the boy ever deeper.  He was getting worked up for what he would do next.  Two fingers were nothing compared to what he had in store for this boy slut’s ass.

    Laid out on both nightstands were two bottles of lubricant, two bottles of poppers, a huge thick ten inch dildo with a handle at the base shaped like a pair of balls.  Ingenious!  Some long feathers and what appeared to be a large vibrator with bindings attached to it.

    Rod nodded towards one of the nightstands that Ty could reach and asked him to toss the lube bottle to him.  Rod caught it as he released Trent’s arm and removed his fingers from the boy’s asshole.  Leaning back on his knees, he pushed his cock forward and began to smear lube all over the shaft.  Stroking it up and down to coat it in lubricant, he rubbed it all over his cock head and down to his balls.  He was definitely going to go all in balls deep and fuck the hell out of this blond stud boy for all it was worth.  With his thick and throbbing ten inch cock now slathered in glistening lube, he smeared some across the boy’s hole and just inside.  Trent moaned from the finger and continued gobbling the thick cock into his throat.

    “Ready boy?   Better make room for it, or it’ll make room for itself,” said Rod.

    “Just focus on sucking my meat boy.  Let it happen and you’ll love it,” said Ty as he rubbed Trent’s face with drool oozing from his mouth on the big black cock.  Trent’s blue eyes squinted as he continued to suck the black dick and made slurping sounds as he moved his mouth up and down the shaft.

    Rod moved his body slightly forward towards Trent’s outstretched bubble ass.  He’d never seen a white boy’s ass that was so perfect.  His cheeks were like melons.  Completely white and smooth.  Rod moved his cock into position and rubbed the head up and down over the boy’s hole.  Trent immediately felt the cock on his ass and knew what was coming next.  He relaxed his ass as much as he could.  Rod placed his hands on both sides of the boy’s hips and slowly pushed his ten inch thick and throbbing dick straight into the waiting hole.  First the head, then that disappeared and Rod pushed his shaft deeper into the boy’s ass.  Deeper it went.  Trent bucked at the invading monster and reached an arm around again to slow or stop the thick spear.  Rod quickly grabbed his arm and again pinned it against the boy’s side.

    “No boy.  You gonna take this big black cock deep in your guts.  Your ass is mine!,” barked Rod.

    Holding Trent’s arm with one hand and grabbing the boy’s hip with the other, Rod began to force his cock in and out of the sweet bubble ass.  Once he had his dick completely in the boy to the root, he held it for a second and then slid it back out so he could see the head.  Then he thrust it in again and went balls deep.  Back and forth he pounded the boy’s sweet ass as he grunted in delight.  Trent moaned and groaned as he was stuffed in both ends with the thick black cocks.  He began to lose track of time and could only focus on Ty’s huge dick while Rod’s cock rammed his ass.

    And then, Ty said, “Hey, I want a turn on that slut’s ass.”

    Ty released Trent’s head from his cock and let him up for air.  Spit dribbled from Trent’s mouth down from his lips to Ty’s crotch.  At the same time, Rod pulled his throbbing cock out of the boy’s ass after a final slam.  In only seconds, as Ty and Rod switched positions with each other, they also had Trent flip over on his back.

    Trent glanced down at Ty’s cock as it swung back and forth and was amazed at how massive it was.  Ty moved towards the boy’s outstretched legs and grabbed his ankles to push his legs back.  As that happened, Rod was now behind Trent’s head and reached forward with his arms to grab the boy’s ankles as well and pull them back so that his partner could make aim for the boy’s hole.

    “Don’t worry about what’s going on down there boy,” said Rod to the kid.

    “You gonna have plenty of meat here for you.  From your ass to your throat.  Gonna see if you can taste your own boy hole juices.”  Rod chuckled and then guided his cock into Trent’s mouth and forced it down into his throat.  Trent gagged for a moment and Rod eased his push.  He gave the boy a moment to adjust and then made him take it all.  Holding it briefly as his balls rested on the boy’s lips, he pulled it out slowly and rubbed the head across the boy’s mouth and lips as Trent caught his breath.

    “Good boy,” said Rod.  And then he pushed his thick meat back down the boy’s throat and began facefucking him.

    Just as before with Rod’s huge cock, Ty guided his own cock over the boy’s hole, rubbed the head over the entrance and then began to push the pulsing penis deep into the kid’s ass.  Slathered in lube, it easily moved inside and as Trent bucked and moaned, Ty slid his cock all the way in balls deep.  Pulling it back out to the head, leaned down and leaked some spit from his mouth onto the head and then shoved it back in to the hilt.

    Now Ty and Rod started a slow rhythm of fucking the boy’s mouth and ass over and over.  As Trent was stuffed with the huge black cocks in both ends at once, he moaned and whimpered as the two black men dominated his body.  Ty occasionally reach down to Trent’s cock and stroked it as he fucked the boy.  Trent was rock hard and the hand on his dick felt great.  As it was stroked he would tighten his ass and this squeezed Ty’s dick.  Ty moaned at the feeling and stroked the boy more.

    The sucking and fucking went on for another couple of hours as Ty and Rod kept taking turns on Trent’s mouth and ass.  Flipping back onto all fours for one turn and then on his side, and then again on his back with his legs in the air.  Over and over the action kept on.

    Finally, all three of them were ready to cum.  On his back at this point, Trent could taste the precum from Ty’s dick in his throat as he sucked him.  Rod’s cock was pounding his hole and the pace was sped up.  In a moment where all three were ready to shoot, Rod was stroking Trent’s dick as he fucked him and he cried out:  “Oh fuck!  I’m cumming!  Fuck!”  Trent could feel the warm cum blasting into his ass as Rod continued thrusting his dick inside.  Again and again he felt the cum inside his hole as Rod finally slowed his pace.

    At the same time, Ty said, “I’m cumming!  Fuck!  Fuck!”  And Trent felt the explosion into his mouth and down his throat as Ty’s huge dick pumped gobs of semen down his throat and into his belly.  Trent gulped hard and swallowed each pumping as it squirted into his mouth.  He had no choice but to swallow it all.

    As he did so, Rod’s hand stroking his boycock had pushed Trent to the edge.  Now he started shooting his own load.  He yelped as he shot cum load after load into the air and all over his abs.  Rod kept stroking the boy’s penis as the hot semen squirted out and finally released his grip to lean back and pull his now softening dick from the kid’s dripping hole.

    All three of them collapsed on the bed in the dim light of the room.  The smell of sweat, cum and body odor permeated the room.

    The last thing Trent saw before he dozed off into exhausted slumber, was the strange and hot sight of Juan still sitting across the room naked in a chair with Tuk and Prem kneeling before him.  They were both naked and taking turns sucking on Juan’s huge uncut cock.  

    Then, Trent drifted into sleep.

    He seemed to be floating free in an inky blackness that was warm and comfortable.  He had no awareness of time and could only feel like he was being moved about by unseen figures.  A warmth and smooth wet feeling permeated his crotch.  Over and over the sensation felt so good.  In his haze he wanted to move a hand down to touch the sensation causing his pleasure, but he seemed unable to do so.  Slowly he tried other physical movements of his arms and legs, but felt helpless.  Finally, Trent seemed to clear from his slumber and realize what was happening.

    He was face up on his king sized bed and his head seemed propped up slightly on a pillow. 

    He now knew why he couldn’t move his arms and legs very much.  He was tied down securely on the bed.  His wrists and ankles were in what appeared to be velcro cuffs with soft, feather lining on his skin for comfort.  The straps were tightly secured to the bed corners and he could only squirm his body a very small bit.  He was spread eagle wide and felt very exposed.  His breathing was slow and steady, and he actually did not feel frightened or upset.  Another pillow was underneath his ass which raised his crotch up higher.

    In a flourish, the bedroom door, which had been shut, now pulled open and in came Tuk and Prem, the two asian boy attendants.  They had on silk robes, which were open and revealed their naked bodies.  Their cocks were partially erect and swinging back and forth as they came into the bedroom.  Tuk closed the bedroom door behind him and slid his robe off to hang it on a chair off to the side of the room.  Prem did the same thing with his robe and laid it on the dresser.  

    Tuk grinned and slowly climbed onto the lower part of the bed moving towards Trent’s legs.

    Prem began to climb onto the bed near Trent’s head.

    Prem reached him first and leaned down to kiss Trent on his lips and rub his cheek with his hand.  Trent opened his mouth for the kiss and felt Prem’s tongue move like a snake into his mouth and probe around.  Trent’s tongue met his and they danced together in his mouth.  He felt Prem’s hand move down to his chest and found one of his nipples.  Prem’s fingers flicked the nipple and played with it.  Softly squeezing and pressing the nipple, Trent moaned softly at the sensation.  Prem pressed his lips and tongue deeper into Trent’s mouth as he continued.

    At the same time, Trent could feel movement between his wide open legs.  Already half erect a few minutes ago, his cock was now feeling fully hard and twitching at the sensations on his body.  He could now feel Tuk’s hands sliding up his inner thighs and reaching his balls.  Fingers began to tickle his balls and Trent squirmed at the feeling.  Instinctively, he pulled his arms and legs to counter the stimulation, but was reminded how helplessly restrained he was.  He pulled more, but realized it was useless.  Trent moaned into Prem’s mouth as they continued kissing, and Tuk’s fingers found his now stiff penis.  He felt a hand grasp his cock and pull it up and down a few times, slowly stroking him as another hand rubbed and tickled his roiling balls.  The feeling was amazing and Trent moved his hips up and down slightly.  This continued for a minute and then Trent felt a warm, wet mouth engulf his penis from the head slowly down the shaft to the base.  Tuk had swallowed his cock and held it in his mouth at the base for a few seconds.  Trent groaned softly and Tuk moved his mouth back up to the head.  He did this two or three more times to coat the penis in his slick saliva.  He then pulled his mouth off of Trent’s cock and placed his hand onto the tip and slowly wrapped his fingers around the cock and moved down the shaft to the base.  The sensation was amazing for Trent.  He squirmed in his bonds and moaned more into Prem’s ever present mouth and tongue.  Prem stopped kissing him for a minute and leaned back to speak.

    “Does that feel good boy?”  Prem then rubbed his fingers around Trent’s lips and into his mouth, forcing Trent to suck his fingers.  He felt all over Trent’s tongue and rubbed his lips again.

    Tuk’s hand slowly and teasingly moved up and down Trent’s thick shaft only interrupted with a visit from Tuk’s mouth to slurp on the penis a couple of times and coat it with more spit.

    The only sounds in the room were Trent’s moaning, the asian boys’ occasional chuckles and comments like:  “yeah boy. Take that.  Yeah, that’s it.”  Also filling the room was the sound of Trent’s saliva slicked thick cock being stroked and sucked.  The squishy sound as lips and hands moved along the moist soft skin of Trent’s throbbing penis were very erotic.

    Tuk continued his slow cock teasing between Trent’s outstretched legs as Prem pulled back from kissing him and began a new activity.  Prem swung one of his legs over Trent’s upper chest and moved forward to straddle his face.  Directly thrust into Trent’s face now was Prem’s crotch and his fully erect cock.  Prem’s cock was at least six inches long and maybe a little more now that he was totally hard.  His balls hanging underneath were totally smooth and he smelled like fresh soap.  

    First, Prem grabbed his cock and pulled it up a little to fully expose his balls.  Then he leaned forward over Trent’s face and gave him no choice but to taste them.  Prem laid his balls right on Trent’s lips, mouth and nose and rubbed them up and down.  Commanding Trent he said with a sneer, “lick my balls little slut boy.  Lick and suck them good.  Yeahhh.”  Prem moaned softly Trent had no choice but to obey and flick his tongue and lips all over Prem’s balls.  

    Between his legs, Tuk had settled into a slow and deep sucking of Trent’s throbbing cock.  Up and down he went very methodically.  He occasionally would use a hand to rest his mouth and stroke the spittle soaked shaft from the tip of the head down to the base of the shaft.  Tuk explored the boy’s penis with his eyes as he used it.  Examining the soft skin, the veins that throbbed and pulsed with blood from the physical sensations of his hands and mouth.  He licked over the head and tickled it with his tongue.  He rubbed the head with his finger and palmed it a few times.  All the while noting Trent’s reactions and movements.  He had done this many times before with other boys’ cocks in order to find their sweet spots.  The teasing actions which really got them worked up.  The things that drove them wild.  Tuk enjoyed the control and power he could inflict on his helpless victim.

    Trent’s cock and balls were truly beautiful, he came to realize.  With the boy’s cock, thick and throbbing in his hands, he could almost feel the cum roiling in the boy’s balls.  A small droplet of precum oozed from the cockhead tip.  Tuk touched it with a finger and tasted it on his lips.  So sweet.  He knew there would be plenty of time to taste more of this boy’s cum.  They were going to use him for a while.

    As Tuk stroked the boy’s throbbing cock, he even used two hands at the same time.  Twisting and rotating his hands back and forth on the shaft, the boy’s hips squirmed and he could hear him moaning.  He knew he’d found a nice sweet spot.  Then he went further.  Sticking his finger into his mouth and coating it with spit, he moved it down below the boy’s balls and to his ass.  It was warm and soft there.  Due to his legs spread wide and propped up on the pillow, his ass was very accessible.  Tuk probed with his wet finger until he found the boy’s hole.  He wiggled his finger on the surface and then slowly worked it into the boy’s asshole.  The reaction was immediate.  Trent’s hips raised up a little and he moaned loudly.  What fun !  Tuk was really liking this.  Tuk worked his finger deep into the boy’s hole and moved it around.  So tight and warm.  After a minute or two of finger fucking the boy, he pulled his finger out and licked it.  It was so tasty.  Licking two of his fingers now, he moved them into position outside the boy’s hole and began pumping his cock with the other hand.  As he pumped Trent’s pulsing cock, he stuffed his fingers into Trent’s warm and wet hole.  Deeper he pushed them in, and began moving them in and out, fucking the boy as he stroked his cock in unison.  Tuk grinned as the boy squirmed and tried to move his ass.  He could hear Trent moaning and whimpering from the other part of the bed.

    Trent had lost control of his body to these two boys.  He was tied down helplessly and being used in sex pleasure torture.  He could do nothing, but take it.

    Prem leaned back a little then pushed his hard cock against Trent’s mouth and lips.  Trent opened his mouth as the cock slid inside.  Prem pushed it further in until he was balls deep in the boy’s mouth.  Trent took it all down his throat and struggled briefly not to gag.  The cock may not have been huge, but it filled his mouth and throat completely.  Prem held his cock still in the boy’s mouth and let him move it around and get a feel for it.  He felt the boy’s tongue explore the thick and fleshy invader.  Prem groaned softly and said, “take it boy.  Take it all.”  Then he pulled back and almost removed it entirely from his mouth.  He looked down at Trent and their eyes met.  The boy was so beautiful.  There was something about having a gorgeous, blond white boy completely helpless and at their mercy that was a sexual turn on.  They were going to do whatever they wanted with him, and for as long as they wanted.  Violating this boy and using his body for their pleasure gave it a feeling of corrupting him forever and stealing his innocence.  

    Prem thought of this as he grinned at the boy below him and rubbed his cock over his lips, then he pushed it back into his mouth.  The boy gulped to take it all down and relaxed his throat to swallow.  Prem began a slow rhythm of pushing his cock in and out of Trent’s mouth and throat.  He slowly facefucked the boy and was awash in pleasure.

    As Trent was slowly face fucked by Prem, Tuk was between his outstretched legs pumping his slick, throbbing cock with one hand, and finger fucking his boyhole with the other.  Tuk could taste more precum when he put his mouth on the boy’s cock to slick it up with more spit.  As he savored the sweet boy cum, Tuk remembered that they didn’t want the boy to cum for a long while.  They had more plans for him. 

    Tuk removed his fingers from Trent’s ass and let go of his cock to roll off the bed.  Prem continued face fucking the boy.  He then stepped over to the dresser and opened the top drawer.  He reached in and pulled out a couple of bottles of lube and threw them on the bed.  He grabbed an open mouth gag and tossed that on the bed as well.  There was also a large dildo and a large vibrator in the shape of a cock, about 10 inches long and very thick.  He flicked it on and it vibrated in his hands.  Turning it off, he also grabbed a vinyl strap that fit around a person’s waist and could be adjusted to hold something in place.  He grinned as he attached the vibrator to this waist holster knowing what it was going to be used for.  Lastly, he grabbed a couple of bottles of poppers from the drawer and walked over to the nightstand on one side of the bed to put them down.  He turned and stroked his cock as he watched Prem face fuck the boy.  Prem looked at him and grinned.  Trent had drool and spit running down his cheeks as he sucked the asian boy’s penis over and over.  He looked up at Prem and blinked his eyes.

    Tuk said to Prem, “spin around and 69 on top of him.  You will like the taste of his cock.”

    Prem pulled his cock out of Trent’s mouth for a minute and the boy took a few deep breaths.  Prem then rotated his body around so that he was in the 69 position over Trent and was pushed up on his arms with his head hovering over the boy’s hard and twitching cock.  His crotch was directly over Trent’s face now.  Trent was staring directly at his cock and balls waiting for what was to come next.  Tuk reached in with his hand to grab Prem’s swaying penis and then guided it down into the boy’s open mouth.  With his other hand, he pushed Prem’s ass down slowly so that his balls were on the boy’s nose and eyes.  Prem began to slowly move his hips up and down and fuck the boy’s mouth with his hard cock.  He could feel the boy’s tongue moving around his cock and the tip finding its way down his throat.  As Prem got his rhythm going on the boy’s mouth, Tuk moved down to grab the boy’s cock for him.  He pointed it straight up into Prem’s face.  Prem licked his lips in anticipation and lowered his head down with his arms to take the boy’s cock in his waiting mouth.  Tuk held the base for him as Prem engulfed the penis all the way down.  Trent shuddered beneath him as the two of them got into a dual rhythm of sucking each other’s cocks.  Back and forth they went.  The sounds of slurping with globs of saliva on slick penises echoed through the room.  Tuk watched them and stroked his own meat.

    Tuk moved around the bed stroking his meat and watching the two boys use each other for their own pleasure.  Having grabbed his phone, Tuk took lots of pictures of the action and even a few short video clips.  He reached in to get a close up of the scene with cocks going into mouths.  It was so hot.  He rubbed Prem’s smooth ass crack as it went up and down.  He lubed his fingers and finger fucked him a little.  He could see Trent looking up to watch and just grinned.  After a while, Prem began to fuck the boy’s mouth faster and faster.  Tuk said to him, “are you going to cum?  Yeah ?   Shoot it all down his throat.  Yeah.  Feed that slut your cum.”  Prem could feel his balls tightening as the boy’s mouth was so delicious for his cock that he was about to shoot his load.  Beneath Prem, Trent heard Tuk’s comments and he could taste Prem’s precum.  The dude was going to blow his load down Trent’s throat and make him swallow it.  He was tied down and Prem was forcibly laying on top of him.  Up and down his hips went as the cock pushed deep in his throat.  More precum dribbled into his throat.  He knew a load was coming.  He started getting ready.  Prem was really moaning now and swallowing Trent’s cock faster as well.  Tuk spanked Prem’s ass a couple of times, and then it happened all at once.  Prem pulled his mouth off of Trent’s cock to let out a gurgling moan and announce, “I’m cumming!  Oh fuck!  Cumming!!”  As he blurted out, Prem’s cock was stuffed deep down Trent’s throat and he felt an explosion of salty sweet and warm fluid burst into his mouth and gush down his throat.  Thrust after thrust pumped more of the asian boy’s cum load down into Trent’s belly.  He worked hard to swallow it and keep up.  To his credit, he didn’t gag at all and gulped huge globs of the semen down as it squirted into his mouth.  Prem’s thrusting finally slowed and subsided.  The gush of cum became just a trickle.  Trent relaxed his mouth and throat.  Prem leaned up and rubbed his now shrinking cock all over Trent’s lips and face.  Cum stains were on the boy’s cheeks, nose and mouth.  He rolled off the boy and lay next to him breathing hard.  Trent licked his lips and tried to relax.  The thing was, he was still rock hard.  The 69ing had worked him up so much and he was dripping his own precum.  It was his turn to shoot, he thought.  Only fair for him.  His throbbing cock quivered in the air as he waited to be sucked or stroked off.  

    However, it seemed the boy’s had something else in mind for Trent.  As Prem used a small towel to clean off his spent cock, Tuk leaned over the bed to grab the open mouth gag that lay a couple of feet away from Trent’s head.  He then moved forward and began to place it over Trent’s mouth and strap it around the back of his head.  Trent moaned slightly and tried to speak, but the gag did its work and would not allow him to say anything clearly.  Only grunts and muffled sounds came from his mouth now. 

    Tuk spoke to him as he climbed off the bed and moved to the dresser, “Now we going to have some real fun with you slut boy.  You go crazy soon.”

    Trent watched curiously as Tuk reached into a drawer and pulled out two long feathers and handed them to Prem who was not standing next to him.  Then Tuk grabbed two more identical feathers and a clear silicone cock ring.  Trent’s eyes widened as he began to realize what was going to happen.  On no.  No, no, no, he thought.  The feathers were for tickling!  And he was very, very ticklish.  Oh god.  Trent pulled at the straps binding him to the bed.  He squirmed and writhed to get loose.  Moaning into the gag he began saying “no, no.  Please don’t.”  But only muffled sounds came from his gagged mouth.

    Prem now had the cock ring and climbed back onto the bed.  He placed his two feathers next to Trent and then grabbed the boy’s hard cock to slide the cock ring down his shaft and over his balls.  Trent’s burgeoning penis now appeared even bigger as it twitched and jerked above his crotch.  His balls roiled beneath and were full of boy cum.  Prem gave him a little stroke and Trent moaned.

    Then it began.  Tuk sat behind Trent’s head and gagged mouth with a feather in each hand.  He grinned as the boy watched with wide eyes.  Glancing at Prem, he nodded.  Prem had positioned himself between Trent’s widely spread legs where the boy’s throbbing dick was standing straight up.  On cue, both asian boys began feathering their helpless victim.  Tuk moved the feathers slowly over Trent’s totally exposed armpits and over to his nips and abs.  At the same time, Prem moved his feathers along the inside of the boy’s smooth and tender thighs and up to his balls and cock.

    The reaction was immediate from Trent.  He moaned and begged loudly into the gag while squirming and pulling at the straps holding him down securely to the bed.  Moans and muffled laughter poured from his gagged mouth.  Writhing and thrashing at his binds, the boy could do nothing but lay there and take it.  Over and over the feathers tickled his pits and chest and simultaneously Prem feathered his thighs and crotch.  Trent was out of his mind from the torture.  He begged and yelped through the gag.  Rolling his head back and forth, he pleaded for them to stop, but they ignored his pleas.  Relentlessly, they tickled his sensitive spots with the feathers and chuckled as he squirmed to escape.  Trent was going insane from the tickling and his rock hard cock wanted to explode with cum.  He had never been so helpless and used.  

    For half an hour, the asian boys used Trent over and over with feather tickling.  Eventually, they slowed and took a break, much to Trent’s relief.  Prem had rolled off the bed and now grabbed the huge vibrator and its accompanying waist cord.  As Trent began to recover, he watched Prem squirt lube all over the vibrator and apply it smoothly over the textured surface up and down.  Trent squirmed and said, “no, no.  Please.”  Again, only muffled sounds came from his gagged mouth.  Prem then climbed back on the bed and moved between Trent’s outstretched legs and his pillow elevated asshole.  Lubing his fingers, Prem inserted one and then two fingers into Trent’s warm hole and began to finger fuck him.  Prepping his hole, he then took the vibrator and turned it on.  The device began with a slow and droning throb.  It glistened from the lube.  Prem then slowly began pushing it into Trent’s waiting ass.  Trent’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned and felt the huge dildo vibrator invade his boy hole.  Ever deeper, Prem pushed it inside the kid’s ass until it finally was all the way in.  Quickly moving the cord around the kid’s hips and crotch, he fastened the vibrating fuck toy tightly into place so that it was now firmly held in the boy’s ass and would not come out.  Trent moaned softly as the toy vibrated and fucked his hole deep inside while he was tied tightly down on the bed and gagged.

    Grabbing the lube bottle, Prem squirted the slick fluid on Trent’s cock head and watched it dribble down the length of the shaft.  He then dropped the bottle and slowly began stroking the glistening shaft from head to base.  Trent watched as his throbbing penis was jacked up and down by the asian boy’s hands.  The fucking in his ass only made his cock harder.  Then, in a flash, Tuk appeared next to his head and leaned in to grin at him.  Tuk opened his mouth and let some spittle drop down into Trent’s forced open mouth.  Next, he locked his thighs very gently on both sides of the boy’s head and then very carefully opened a fresh bottle of poppers and moved it underneath Trent’s stationary nose.  The boy could do nothing but sniff the powerful fumes as Tuk held the bottle in place.  After a few seconds, Tuk pulled the bottle away and as the rush filled Trent’s head, Prem began to furiously stroke the boy’s pulsing cock up and down with both of his hands.  Trent was going crazy from the popper rush coupled with his cock milking.  He pulled hard at the straps to no avail.  Moaning and begging into the gag, Tuk kept his thighs locked on the boy’s head.  He was being sex tortured out of his mind.  Palming the boy’s cock head with one hand and stroking the shaft with the other, Prem used the penis like a work tool.  Every couple of minutes, Tuk forced Trent to sniff the potent fumes that drove him into another world of pleasure and ecstasy.  Trent was so high from the poppers that he had lost all sense of reality.  His cock was on the verge of exploding its load of cum.

    After another half an hour of being fucked by the huge vibrator, forced poppers and relentless milking, the asians decided to let him shoot.  Precum oozed from the boy’s milked cock and down the shaft.  Faster and faster, Prem stroked the boy’s cock until finally Trent’s body shuddered and he shrieked into the gag as he blew his semen up in the air over and over in massive spurts.  Continuing to stroke the squirting cock, Trent roiled in his bonds from the now sensitive feeling.  Prem kept stroking his dick and wouldn’t stop.  He knew it would make the boy nuts.  Trent howled and begged into the gag as Tuk laid back and stroked his own hardening cock as he watched the boy be used.  Shooting his own load again all over the boy’s face, he giggled as Prem finally dropped the slackening penis from his hand and unstrapped the vibrator to remove it from the boy’s asshole.  Trent finally relaxed in his bonds and breathed deeply from his milking and fucking.  Then he dozed off to another slumber.

  • How I became an adult bookstore slave

    After adjusting to the lingerie my new owner had provided me which was a simple thong and bra combo with a matching garter belt and suspenders he turned on the dungeons lights which were dimly lit red LEDs which traveled around the outer of the slightly lowered ceiling. In front on me was a multitude of instruments including a stained bed, sex swing in the corner, fuck machine and shelf after shelf of adult toys including dildos of all shape, colour and size, Lubricants and pornography. It also included a huge television and a small fridge which was filled with bottles of water. Through a small door on the right hand side of the room was a bathroom which was a walk in shower room fitted with a small pan toilet.

    My new master introduced himself as “Shaun” and told me that he had been searching for a new submissive that he could keep locked away not only for his own use but for the use of his darker and more perverse clients who payed him for this service. He told me that i would now be living in this cellar and that he would routinely bring me my meals, Fresh lingerie including wigs and high heels and even basic make-up to fully immerse myself into my new girly persona.

    Shaun explained to me that i was to remain in this room most of the day and willingly pleasure any of his “Guests” and fulfil any and all of there demands no matter how extreme. He told me that i could access any of the pornography and equipment as much i saw fit. He then provided me with a fresh bottle of aroma and left. I felt an overwhelming wave of fear overcoming my whole body as i realised the full extent of what i had gotten myself into. Questions raced through my head how do i explain this to my friends, girlfriend, colleagues and family who would certainly want to know my whereabouts but also couldnt control the excitement pumping through my veins as i wandered around my new home.

    I started to play a porno on the big screen and began to indulge my urges. I inhaled a massive huff of my aromas and held it for 5 seconds before releasing, My head span and shivers ran down my body as i fell to my my knees and began rubbing my body with my hands from my sissy cock to my nipples and then around my throat, Overcome with nothing but filthy desire and a lack of self worth i decided to lube up my pussy and pick out a 7” dildo and attach it to my new fucking machine. It took me several minutes to figure this device out because i had never used one before but once the toy was attached and id set the correct angle i popped the glistening head into my hole and used the remote to slowly engage the thrusting motion and it began working its way up my shit pipe, Each thrust deeper than the last as i inhaled my aromas deep and held it in for 5 seconds time stood still as my hole was being fucked i heard the door to my new home was opened and in came a customer.

    He was a short, chubby, slightly scruffy and elderly asian man maybe around 5”6 tall and about 50ish years old. He shut the door behind him and immediately approached me kicking off his sandals and pulling his tracksuit bottoms down and revealing a small shrivelled penis which I instantly placed in my gob and began to work. His hands grabbed the back of my head and held me tightly into his dark pubic hair as his cock grew in my mouth. He pulled my head back my mouth leaving strings of saliva away from his now semi hard dick and tilted my head back and spat directly into my face and saying something i can only assume was derogatory in a different language he started to jerk his own cock violently as i took another deep huff of my aromas. He then dropped his load all over my face pulled up his trackies and away he went.
    Before i even had chance to wipe the seed off of my face and compose myself the door to my lair flung open again and i was greeted by another asian man, this time though he was young bearded, slender and slightly nervous at first glance and soon whacked out his already erect and cut brown dick and placed it into my open slimy lips. After several sucks down his shaft he instructed me without words over to the bed and placed me face down exposing my ripe and pulsating arsehole. I could tell he was new to this as he aggressively rammed his cock into my cunt without lube only the left over spit id applied to smoothen the deep hard thrusts he was slamming me with. It wasnt but a few seconds before my guts where filled with a hot burn as he bread my hole. Again, he left without a word.

    This happened another 5 times my first day almost all of them asian men aside from one hairy and bald bulgarian man who told me where he was from and also made me smoke cigarettes with him before putting them out on my back as he fucked me raw. After long my captor Shaun entered with a fresh towel and food for me and advised me to shower and get some rest because tomorrow was going to be busy. I couldn’t wait..

  • Do You Like Me?

    Oscar sat in his truck, wipers on a delayed setting wiping the drizzling rain to clear the windshield. He was eating a biscuit and having his morning cup of coffee while waiting for the rest of the crew to show up. He watched the electrician and site super come out under the Porte Cochere, the super pointing up at the soffit. He knew the electrician was a small business, the guy had four or five guys with him and did one job at a time. He had talked with him from time to time about what it was like to operate his own business. He heard about the problems first. Getting good help, guys who would show up. The cost a small business owner had to endure, and the paperwork to keep track of. But the next time they talked, there was talk of the good. The ability to pick and choose the projects to work on. With a good crew, the pleasure of getting jobs completed without issues and getting more jobs without having to market himself. Then there was the income, more than what could be made working for someone else, something that made Oscar reconsider his position of preferring to work for someone to avoid the issues of small business ownership.

    Oscar had done drywall, cabinetry, and tile installations. Currently he was on a crew that installed suspended ceilings in commercial projects. He considered how the projects were easier but that came with the issue of extreme deadlines, making them work far too much overtime.

    The white van pulled in, wobbling on its chassis with the load of ladders on top. Oscar watched the brake lights go off, the side door slid open, and the crew climb out and rush to the building. He waited, looking for Rafael, who was the last to climb out and it is obvious that something was not right. There was a separation between him and the other crew, a physical space that normally didn’t exist between the guys. Then the bossman came around and looked toward Rafael shaking his head.

     

    They met in the lobby, gathered around the bossman. Rafael stayed close to the man, his uncle, staring down at the floor. Oscar knew something had happened for Rafael wouldn’t look at him, but the others did. Hard stares that seem to be judging him.

    “We can finish by lunch and move to the new project in Park Hill, so let’s get to it and wrap up,” said the bossman.

    Utterances and nods of agreement, and everyone headed down the hall to the last rooms to have suspended ceiling installed. Oscar tried to catch up with Rafael, but Hector and Gerardo blocked his way. When they got to the first room, Alejandro pulled him aside.

    “You’re with me today. Let’s get started,” said Alejandro.

    “Okay,” said Oscar.

    They worked quietly, only speaking when necessary. By 11:30 they were leaving the room with a finished ceiling in place. In the hall, the others were gathering with tools in hand or sitting on the floor at their feet.

    “Okay, guys, get everything loaded up and we’ll go for lunch then head over to the other job,” said the bossman.

    Everyone picked up tools and started down the hall back toward the lobby.

    “Oscar,” said the bossman.

    Oscar turned and went back until he stood before him. He watched him pull out a roll of cash, count out several bills and hold them out.

    “This will cover today. Your paycheck for the last two weeks will be ready for you to pick up on Friday or you can have Mary mail it to you. We don’t need you anymore.”

    “You’re firing me?”

    For a minute, the bossman just stared back. “Let’s not get into it, shall we. Just know you should be grateful I’m paying you and letting you go without question.”

    Oscar knew they had figured out that Rafael and he had been together over the past weekend. He wanted to argue, tell the man that there was nothing wrong with being gay and they were adults and society was more accepting, but he knew that would be a naïve argument when he considered the attitudes on job sites. No matter what he said, there would be no changing the bossman’s mind. He was fired and all he could do was take the money and leave.

    He followed the man down the hall, through the lobby and out to the parking lot, angling toward his truck as the others headed to the van. He looked over and saw Rafael climb into the van first while Hector looked toward him mouthing the word faggot.

     

    For three days Oscar stayed home, couped up in his apartment watching television trying not to think of it. How Rafael had been there one minute all full of promise, then gone the next, pulled away by his uncle. Oscar kept replaying Hector calling him a faggot, how the others laughed as they got in the van. He had watched them drive away before he even cranked his truck.

    He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He needed to get a job to keep money coming in, or he would have to go into his savings. He could live three months, maybe four on what he had put away, but he knew that would be foolish. There was nothing to do but get up and go find work. All across the city contractors were busy, so finding a job should be easy.

    Looking across the living area to the dining table where his laptop sat, he tried to get motivated to start looking. Maybe he will take one more day off, then start tomorrow.

    The cell phone on the coffee table rang and vibrated. Oscar picked it up and saw it was a friend from his high school days, one that worked in construction too. They had worked together the summer before their senior year and for a few months after graduation installing drywall. They got together for dinner or drinks on occasion, something they had not done in seven or eight months. Jason had started dating someone he met at one of the sports bars, by the name of Jennifer. She was a year older, worked at a bank processing mortgages, and had captured Jason’s attention like none before.

    “Jason! What’s up?”

    “Not much, still working for Metro Flooring. Are you still working for that ceiling contractor?”

    Oscar hesitated, then knew immediately his silence revealed more than he liked. “No, I’m looking for something else.”

    “Seriously?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Maybe you should start that residential construction company you used to talk about doing.”

    “Yeah, maybe I should.”

    “The reason I called is…Jennifer’s birthday is Wednesday and we’re getting a group together to celebrate. 7:30 at End Zones. We’re going to eat dinner, cut a cake, then just hang out and have a few.”

    “Sounds nice, but what kind of gift should I get? I don’t really know her.”

    “No gifts. I should have stated that first. We just want everyone to come and hang out.”

    “Okay.”

    “So, that’s a yes. Great.”

    There was a moment of silence, Oscar not sure what he wanted to say. Did he want to tell Jason, his friend since high school he was gay. Or did he want to tell him why he got fired. Maybe he should ask Jason about a job. Maybe Metro was hiring.

    “Oscar, you still there?” said Jason.

    “Yes, yes, sorry. I’ll see you Wednesday night.”

    “We’ll see you then, and Oscar.”

    “Yes?”

    “If you need help finding a new job let me know. I’ve not heard lately, but I know some companies had been looking.”

    “Thanks. I’ll start looking tomorrow and see what is out there.”

    They ended the call and Oscar stood up and paced the room, trying to formulate a plan, a course of action in searching for a new job. Who he should call while debating what he wanted to do next. He looked across the room to the one shelf below the television to the books and notes he had collected on what it would take to start his own company. It still seemed like a fantasy to even consider it.

     

    End Zones was a typical sports bar. Televisions hung from the walls and ceilings so wherever a person sat they could see multiple games at once. The bar dominated the front half of the space and tables and chairs filled the back half. It was getting late, nearly ten o’clock, and along a table in the middle of the dining area sat Oscar with his friend Jason, Jennifer, and four others that he didn’t know until that night. Their plates had been cleared, leaving only empty glasses and beer bottles.

    Jennifer was in deep conversation with a woman named Beth, discussing someone’s upcoming marriage, and the three others Oscar didn’t know well were focused on one of the college basketball games, leaving Oscar and Jason at the end of the table able to talk quietly among themselves.

    “Any luck looking for a job?”

    “Some prospects. I need to figure out what I want to do. I’d like to avoid being some grunt on a crew.”

    “You should talk to one of the cabinet guys. You always did like the wood working.”

    “Maybe.”

    “You never said why you’re looking again. What happened?”

    “I had a falling out with the bossman.”

    “Over what? Surely not your work.”

    “No, something else,” Oscar replied, looking away, hoping Jason got the hint.

    “Oscar.”

    He turned back to Jason and saw the concerned expression. It took his breath, and he wanted nothing more than to leave and lock himself in his apartment.

    “Yeah?”

    “Listen, we’ve not seen each much the last few months, but the last few times we were together there was something not right. You were acting differently.”

    “It’s nothing.”

    “Is it? For it seems to me to be something.”

    Oscar looked at Jason, feeling exposed and vulnerable. But also, a sense that he could give himself the opportunity to be himself if he would just tell Jason the truth.

    “If I tell you, you won’t freak out or anything?”

    “What? Damn, Oscar, what is it?”

    Oscar leaned closer to Jason, one arm on the table and the other across his thigh. He looked across the table making sure no one else was listening, then he turned to Jason.

    “Jason, I’m gay.”

    Oscar saw the look. The eyes grow wide with shock. The leaning back not saying anything at first. Then Jason leaned forward.

    “You’re serious.”

    “Yes.”

    “How long…I mean…”

    “I’ve known since I was 13 or 14.”

    “Jesus. And you kept this a secret until now?”

    “I was scared how you and others would respond.”

    Jason sat back and smiled. “I can see why you would think that. Most around here would give you shit for it.”

    “Are you?”

    “No, no, I’m not sure what to say. I mean, you don’t act gay.”

    “Jason.”

    “Okay, that was a bit…mean. I know not everyone will fit a stereotype.”  Jason glanced over at Jennifer and the others, then he sat up, arms laid out on the table, and he looked at Oscar. “This has something to do with you losing that job.”

    “Yes.”

    Oscar and Jason told the others they were going for a walk, and for the next forty-five minutes walked the sidewalks of the small neighborhood, passing the coffee shop that was still open and the consignment shop, guitar store, and tattoo parlor, all closed for the night. Oscar confessed all there was to know about him being gay, of hooking up with guys just before graduation and for the next two years. Then he tried to date seriously, one for nearly six months before his fear of being outed caused the guy to break up with him.

    Then he told Jason about Rafael, of them messing around, going out on a real date, and spending the weekend together. Of showing up on Monday, working until they finished, then being summarily fired for the bossman, Rafael’s uncle, had found out.

    They were coming up to the door to End Zones when Jason stopped Oscar.

    “Hey, I was serious about you starting up your own company. You would make a great residential contractor. The attention to detail that these commercial projects just don’t care about for it takes too long is something you love.”

    “But there is the license and fees and—”

    “Yes, I know. But what if you had a partner, someone who could bring more money to the table but would let you take the lead?”

    “I…don’t know. That seems farfetched to me right now.”

    “Think about it and we’ll talk later. Right now, we need to get back inside.”

     

    Friday night and Oscar was sitting on his sofa looking from the black screen of the television to the open laptop on the dining table. He tried to focus on one thing, just one thing, but his mind was a mashup of all the events from the last week. Rafael in his bed. Getting fired. Confessing to Jason he was gay. The search for a job, a couple of interviews set up for Monday and Tuesday of next week. Jobs he didn’t want. Then there was the email from Jason. Take whatever job you can find for now, but let’s talk next week.

    He wanted to go online and find a guy to hook up with. Someone to fuck or get fucked by. Then he berated himself for it, for who he really wanted was Rafael. The one taken from him. It didn’t make sense because he knew Rafael was considered an adult and could therefore, in theory, make his own choices. But Oscar had no idea about his home life, one that consisted of a mother and an older brother, the father killed in an automobile accident a few years ago. If Rafael’s mother was like her brother, his former bossman, then she was probably controlling and worried about appearances. He knew living on his own allowed him to hide from his family he was gay. He often wondered if his parents knew and kept it to themselves. After telling Jason, he had also begun to realize it was past time to tell them.

    He rubbed his crotch, worked fingers over his cock, wondering if he should just jack off. He could bring up porn on his laptop, watch guys fuck and suck until he sprayed cum over his stomach. But as he rubbed his crotch, he realized he wasn’t in the mood.

    A knock on the door and Oscar stared at it as if he might be able to see through it. Was it his parents coming for a surprise visit. Maybe it was Jason, coming over to explain what he meant in the email. Or maybe it was the woman who lived across the breezeway from his unit. Lisa or Emily or something like that. She seemed nice enough, but her advances were unwanted. He needed to tell her he just wasn’t interested. Maybe he would tell her why. That would stop the attempts to get him to go out or come over for dinner.

    The person at the door knocked again.

    Oscar got to his feet, wondering if he would regret opening the door in just boxers and a T-shirt. He turned the deadbolt and swung the door open. He froze, even holding his breath.

    “Oscar…hey,” said Rafael.

    It was now obvious to Oscar that it had begun to rain, for Rafael was wet, hair matted down and dripping into the face. The T-shirt clung to the lean body revealing the nipples.

    “Rafael?”

    “Can I come in?”

    “Yes, yes, of course. I didn’t even know it was raining. Come in and I’ll get you a towel. What are you doing here? Does your uncle know and what about your—”

    “Oscar. Get me a towel and we’ll talk. Okay?”

    “Yeah, yeah, let me get you towel,” said Oscar as he stood at the open door looking at Rafael.

    “Oscar, close the door and go get me a towel.”

    “Yeah…okay,” said Oscar, finally finding the ability to move. He closed the door then headed to his bathroom for a towel.

     

    Towel in hand, Oscar came back into the living area to find Rafael draping his wet T-shirt over the back of a dining chair. The dark skin glistened wetly in the light and the jeans, wet around the waist and along each leg below the knee, hung low in the waist, revealing blue boxers underneath.

    “Here you go,” said Oscar, holding out the towel for Rafael to take. He watched him dry off his chest and back, then towel his hair until it was tousled. “Your hair is messed up,” he whispered as he reached up and tried to straighten it with his hands.  Rafael reached up and took him by the wrists, pulling his hands down.

    “Oscar, I’m sorry.”

    “Why are you sorry?”

    “You got fired because of me and—”

    “No, I got fired for being gay. It just happened to be your uncle. What about you? Is everything okay at your home?”

    “I think so. Mom and I haven’t really talked.”

    “You shouldn’t be here.” Oscar didn’t mean it. He wanted Rafael there more than anyone else he could think of. He wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the bare skin, to lean toward him and bring their lips together.

    “Do you want me to leave?”

    “No.”

    “No?”

    “I want you to stay but…I don’t want you to get into trouble with your family.”

    “What about yours?”

    “Yeah, my family. That is something I’m going to have to face sooner rather than later. It’s just a matter of time before they find out.”

    They stood silent staring at each other. Then Oscar did it. He reached out and touched Rafael on the chest. He let his fingers graze over the smooth dark skin. He traced the right nipple, rubbed over its center until it stood out hard. He felt his heart race in his chest as he moved his hand upward until fingers moved over the neck. He cupped the back of it and pulled Rafael into a kiss.

    He pulled back, squatted before him, kissing the stomach and along the waist. He undid the jeans and impatiently tugged every down, capturing the growing cock in his mouth. He sucked, pushing forward until his nose was in the pubic hair and cock was in this throat. Hands moved over his head as his name was uttered breathlessly.

    Working his mouth along the hard thick cock, Oscar made love to it. He kissed it, tongued it, rubbed the wet drooling head across his lips, and he sucked. Sucked every inch into his mouth until it pushed at the back of his throat. Then he let hands hold his head while Rafael fucked his mouth.

    When the cock hovered in his face and he was gasping for breath, he tugged off his T-shirt, then slipped his boxers down and worked each foot free. Then he helped Rafael get each of his legs free. He stood naked, cock hardening, and pressed against Rafael. He pumped his cock along Rafael’s. He held the firm round ass and pressed cocks tighter together while kissing the mouth, along the jaw, and down the neck.

    “Oscar,” Rafael uttered.

    Oscar lifted Rafael into his arms and carried him to his bedroom. He laid him on the unmade bed and eased down next to him. They touched each other, caressing skin, hardening nipples, then stroked each other to full hardness.

    Rafael came alive, pushing him to his back. The lean body moved against him. Undulating and rubbing against him in impossible ways. He gasped for breath as lips moved along his neck and to his ear.

    “Let me,” said Rafael.

    And Oscar lay still watching him rise to knees and rub ass over his cock. Then Rafael rose over it, reached back and held it up. Oscar watched the lean body ease downward until pressing down on his cock. He felt the tight squeeze on the head then inch after inch of his cock as it disappeared inside of Rafael. He clutched the bed and pushed upward.

    Rafael began to move, up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He leaned back on his hands stretching his torso and working his ass on Oscar’s cock.

    “Jesus,” uttered Oscar as he watched the thick cock flop around with Rafael’s movement. He watched his own cock come into view and just as quickly, disappear into the ass, over and over until the ass was smacking down on his hips. “Fuck,” he exclaimed for he was so damn close.

    Rafael rose off his cock, kissed him with such passion and desire it took his breath, then moved around and eased down on his cock again. This time Rafael faced away from him and when laid back, the lean body was moving against his own body. It was so sensual, so intoxicating, that he wrapped his arms around the waist and pulled Rafael down on his spurting cock.

    Then he was on his stomach and Rafael was pumping hard cock along the crevice of his ass. It made him stay hard, and he reached back and spread his cheeks. The cock moved along the exposed ass, rubbing over his tight opening with such insistence, he buried his face into the bed and begged Rafael to fuck him. When the cock pressed against his tightness he moaned and pushed back. He shuddered and moaned louder when it breached his tightness and squeezed into him. Inch by thick inch, Rafael eased into his ass until hips pressed against his ass.

    Rafael moved over him, pumping cock into his depths and grinding hips against his ass. There were kisses to the back of his neck and hands laced with his own holding them down. There was a slow grind then the fastest fucking. Hips banged against his ass with such ferocity the bed squeaked and banged against the wall. The neighbors would complain but as Rafael fucked, he didn’t care.

    When Rafael shoved into his depths and shuddered and jerked against him, he knew Rafael was coming.

     

    For over an hour they continue to touch, to kiss, to fondle cock until fucking again. They fucked until spent and lay across the bed gasping for breath with bodies covered in sweat.

    Oscar was about to ask Rafael to stay, when he saw him roll off the bed and get dressed.

    “Are you leaving? It’s so late and—”

    “I’m sorry, but I have to go home.”

    “Will you be alright?”

    “Yes. Don’t worry,“ said Rafael as he fastened his jeans. He picked up his T-shirt and pulled it on. He was at the door when he stopped. Oscar waited. Rafael turned back to him. “Will you come over?”

    “To your home?”

    “Yes. Sometime tomorrow after lunch?”

    “Are you serious.”

    “Yes, Oscar. Will you come over?”

    “I guess so.”

    “I’ll text you the address and what time to show up.”

  • A Xmas Tableau – I Got Too Play the Virgin Mary

    It was near Xmas, and our gay Avant-Garde group of Artists in New York City decided to do a re-enactment of the ‘classic’ Virgin Mary at the Manger scene.

    It was a contest, and the winner of the best rendition of the scene would get $2,000.

     It could be any style Traditional, Cubist, Surrealist, ,etc .  (We especially looked forward to a Cubist Virgin Mary.)

     I’m an artist(abstract), and an actor(for a living)-Joe Hemingway-(not real name).

      About 10 of us tried out for the Virgin Mary. I ‘m good looking trim body, ,blonde hair and blue eyes-and  I beat out the other nine guys-as they wanted a traditional ‘Virgin Mary’ like in all the European  paintings. (No reality-based  deep brown or dark brown Virgin need apply.) We were going for the ‘Glam’, Italian  interpretation of the Virgin- blonde or light colored hair, white skin.

    The Clincher was that I am a Virgin-have never slept with a Woman.

    So they got me-a 25 year old  blue-eyed, blonde Virgin Mary-and  I would get $1,000 for two hours doing the Tableau.

     I showed up at this rich artist’s house in Greenwich Village, Sunday afternoon, was shown to the temporary dressing room, and met the Three Wise Men-guys about  age 40; a Latino, a Black and a White guy. The Latino guy, Jorge, a fairly famous artist and rich, was our host, and wanted to be in the Tableau.

    They had already stripped down to their bikini underwear and all were showing impressive cocks, especially the black guy-(he seemed to have an enormous piece of meat).

      I stripped down to my bikini underwear also, and got good compliments on my big, curvaceous ass. I had a blonde wig and an expensive blue robe with gold stars to wear-(basically what the Virgin Mary wore daily at home-lol);(And shown in many European paintings).

    I put in water balloons as breasts, and with a little lipstick-I was ready. The guys in their kingly robes and crowns-handsome looking studs-all came over and hugged me and complimented me on my looks, (and each gave me a nice quick ass massage along with the compliments.

    We went out, and the gay artists all went wild, hooting and hollering, at the half-naked wise men, (robes open and big dicks showing) and  me, the young pretty Virgin Mary.

     ( I was given a life size high tech doll, that could squirm around and say ‘Ma-Ma’ for the Manger. Subdued, dramatic lighting made the scene look like a Caravaggio painting.

     We would hold out pose for 10 minutes and then have a five minute break for a drink. or a puff on a joint.

    The two hours flew by, and by the end we were all half-drunk and high.

    The artists packed up, and out rich host, Jorge, invited them all upstairs to a big room for a Xmas buffet and drinks.

     The Wise Men and I went into our dressing room and Jorge, broke out a bottle of expensive Champagne. ‘Let’s celebrate,’ Jorge said, and poured out the champagne. ‘And for our Virgin Mary, a special glass-fit for a Queen’, he said., and he handed me a large jeweled goblet full of champagne.

    We all drank standing around in our bikini briefs-me surrounded by three delicious, big bulging cocks-especially the monster cock  of the black Guy, Jim.

    (It sort of made my mouth salivate, and want to suck dick-looking at those big cocks.)

      We down our drinks, and in minutes my head is whirling. and I slump down into a chair. (‘I’ve been given a ‘Mickey’,I thought);(having had ones previously).

      I pass out  and wake in about 20 minutes, groggy-nude, in a large bed-with a cock up my ass, a cock fucking my mouth and someone skillfully sucking me off.

    (I’ve been to many orgies where I was groggy from drugs and drink, so the sensation wasn’t new.)

      The sex is Hot, and I just relax and go with the flow. I shoot my load, followed quickly by the two other guys shooting theirs. Then they switch, since all three want to fuck my big, succulent ass. The new guy has an 8″, thick cock. (No problem for me as I have been fucked  a lot.);(And more pleasure for me.)

    We’re all high on liquor and pot ,and it’s frenzied scene-lots of heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure.

      The guys change position, and I have a very thick ass-breaker cock shoved  up my ass.

    It must be the black guy, Jimmie, with the super fat 10-11″ cock.

    Luckily I can take it-but it’s still a real ass stretcher. He pounds me steadily and I moan with pleasure-and hearing that, he starts pounding my ass faster and harder.

    In another few minutes he can’t hold out, and his cock pulses, and he shots what feels like a big load-grunting the muted word-‘fuck’, as he comes. He pulls out, and someone considerately wipes my ass clean with a towel.  I turn on my side, snuggle into my pillow and blanket, and doze off.

      I wake about an hour late, someone is skillfully sucking my cock. I look down and it’s a beautiful Latino guy about my age. He’s nude, and his chauffeur’s hat and  clothing are on the bureau, and he’s giving my hard, fat 8″cock a great sucking.

      I reach down and stroke his 7″ dick, and he jumps, startled.

    ‘Let’s 69’ , I say.

    In an instant, he’s in bed and we are sucking each other, slowly and thoroughly.

    After about 10 minutes of intense sucking, we both shoot our loads.

    Then he comes up and we snuggle, and have a couple of brief kisses.

      ‘ I’m Manolo’, he says, ‘here to drive you wherever you want to go. I’m from Puerto Rican, and Jorge has helped me out a lot.  I have to suck Jorge’s big 8″ cock off every day-but I like doing that anyway.’

    ‘ I have  $1,000 to give you for your job today, and another $1,000 for the fun afterward.  I can drive you home, or you can join the orgy  upstairs in the sex room’- Manolo says.

      “Manolo, you’re beautiful, I say and kiss him. I’ve had enough sex today-but come and see me next week at my apartment.’

    ‘I’d like that,’ Manolo, said. ‘I have no friends my age-I’m new in town. The old men love me, but I get tired of old men, at times.’

    ‘Well Manolo, I’ll be your special young man, if you’ll have me,’ I said.

    And we kiss, and then slowly and thoroughly 69 to seal the bargain.

    We shoot our loads, and snuggle for a while-then we get up, wash up, and Manolo drives me home.

  • Shameless!

    After my solo shoot a crew member handed me a robe and we went to lunch. Everyone ate together at a long table and sandwiches were brought in from a local deli. I ate only a small bit to not fill my intestines too much. One has to prepared for anything to come.

    During lunch a man walked in, quite handsome, seemingly a bit older than myself, muscled, red hair and a beard, closely cropped.

    “This is Derek”, the producer said introducing me. We shook hands and he smiled. “Derek is performing with you in the video this afternoon”, the producer said. I was not surprised as Derek had the masculine, beefy look of a porn star. As I was leaving lunch one of crew whispered to me, “he’s straight”, and winked. Apparently it’s not uncommon for straight and bi guys to act in gay porn videos, Derek being one.

    The set for the shoot was simple, a bed in a room with a table and chair. I was given instructions that I would play a construction worker returning from a job site to my company quarters. Lying on the bed I would grab a concealed magazine, look it over and begin masterbating to the images in it. Derek would suddenly enter, discover me and the action continues. Only Derek would know the rest of the script. I was told the element of surprise on my facial expressions added to the reality of the event.

    The only last thing I was told was to resist if Derek makes advances.

    I knew this video company specialized in bdsm and Dominant/sub themes, plus leather, so any of it was possible.

    Wardrobe handed me briefs, tight fitting jeans, a green work shirt, work boots and a hard hat. It is amazing how well the stuff fit on me, but I guess they know. Looking in a mirror my ass looked great as did the protruding bulge in my jeans. Real hot and sexy gear, for certain. Last, a thick leather belt with a large metal buckle. Some basic makeup applied and I was good to go.

    Walking on the set everyone was ready.

    No sign of Derek. Funny, in that I wasn’t sure I had ever had sex with a straight guy before, yet it appealed to me for some unknown reason.

    I walked on the stage and was told to come through the door looking exhausted and it was up to me to take it from the bit I knew of the script.

    The producer, aka director, yelled, “ACTION”.

    I smiled to myself as “action” it would be, literal and figuratively.  I walked through the  door,  wiped sweat off my forehead, and fell onto the bed. I decided to keep the hard hat on. It felt sexy, and hot. Reaching under the mattress I pulled out a concealed gay porn magazine. Pouring over the pages I became hornier and rubbed my crotch, pinched my nipples, and eventually took out my cock to stroke it.

    While getting heated up and jacking off, Derek opens the door and comes flying in, wearing similar work clothss. “Oops, wrong room”, he said without much embarrassment.

    “Ah, what do we have here”, he said with a smirk. Walking up to me he grabs the magazine and said, “hmmm, there’s always one of your kind on every job site”. “Pussy boys”. I shuddered.

    He tossed the mag aside and slapped my face, hard. I felt heat.

    “How about taking care of business, pussy boy?”, as he rubbed his hardening, expanding crotch. I pulled away but he grabbed my arm. “Been a rough day”. “I believe I deserve some relief, wouldn’t you agree, pussy boy?”. He slapped my face again.

    I tried to pull away, but he reached in his back pocket and pulled out some rope. While I attempted to struggle away he grabbed and forcefully bound my wrists together. Spontaneously, I said, “Now, wait. Can’t we talk about this first?”. He merely laughed, “NO! No need or time for talk, pussy boy!”. “Just shut up and put out, or live to regret it!”.

    He forcefully yanked me forward, unzipped his jeans and pulled out a thick, hard cock with red pubes and an uncut head. It smelled of manliness, a distinctive odor of sweat. Shoving his cock into my mouth seemed easy, and it was, as I was helpless.

    Man, he face fucked me like a bull in heat, tears and saliva running down my face. I could tell the camera was probably doing a closeup. The heat from the industrial lights made us both sweat profusely. He lifted off his shirt exposing his muscled torso and had me lick his sweaty pits. “That’s good, bitch, lick those ripe pits nice and good, you fucking slut!”. “You like and want that, don’t you!”. I nodded while continuing to lick, the salty sweat coating my tongue.

    He then pulled me slightly off the bed, removed my boots, jeans and ripped my briefs open in the backside.

    Pushing my head back down into the bed he leaned into me. I could feel his hot, hard cockhead at my ass hole. Wincing I felt him push his cock into my hole, deeper and deeper. I groaned until I could feel his balls firmly agsinst my buttocks.  He leaned in saying, “get ready for the ride, pussy boy!”.

    I could not believe how rough and powerful were his thrusts into my bowels, again, again and again pounding against my prostate. I moaned and groaned and he just continued fucking me, harder and rougher. Then in a single blast he screeched loudly and I knew he had climaxed, deep inside me. But, not fully! He yanked out his cock, tore off the condom and spurted reams of cum across my back. Geesh, that alone made me precum like crazy.

    He tossed me around facing him and he demanded I jack off while he watched, grabbing and tugging hard on my balls. I blew a huge load and he cupped it in his hand as I shot my full ball load out.  He then reached down and rubbed my cum all over my face. “How’s that, bitch?”, he said with a sly grin? I just nodded and smiled.

    He stood, zipped up and as he left he said, “good pussy boy”. “The guys are going to be very glad to learn you’re around during this construction site.”. “Be ever ready for some heavy use, bitch!”, and he walked out slamming the door.

    “It’s a wrap”, the producer yelled out.

    After I showered, dressed and came out the co-producers congratulated me. They were pleased with my performance.

    When leaving, as my lover went to get the car,  the head producer said, “Next time plan on an overnight, two days for a longer shoot.”. “You can stay at my place, but come alone.”. He winked. 

    We hugged as the car drove up, “be good, and be prepared for a real good workout next time, stud!”.

  • JRS – My friend Jake Stays the night

    # hi all – very sorry about this, I made a slight error in labeling, part 5 should be part 4 and this is part 5. Very sorry about the confusion 

    ***All characters are 18+***.


    After changing the sheets and bedding I spent the rest of the morning cleaning. I had only been home alone for a week, but there were dishes everywhere and a faint funk in the house.

    Satisfied, I pulled on some shorts and headed to the gym. I opened up the routine Jake had given me to do on my phone, and got to work. It was leg day, and looking at the sets of squats, lunges and hip thrusts I had for the next hour I groaned, before setting to work. I had always been quite slim, but not particularly toned, but after a few months of training I had started to see some progress on my lifts, and was staring to enjoy it a bit more. Sweaty, and tired, after the weights I moved onto the cardio section, putting on  some of the gloves and going a couple of rounds on the heavy bag. I had used to do martial arts when I was a kid, but hadn’t trained for years, so had forgotten how much fun it was to punch and kick something. It also helped this was where a lot of the hotter guys in the gym congregated, with a muscles pair of guys in their 20’s beside me, covered in tattoos and drenched in working beside me that I did best not to make my glancing to obvious. Particularly when they wiped their brows with their t-shirts exposing their toned stomachs.

    Finally tired and spent, I headed home and showered, getting into some fresh shorts and a t-shirt, and lying on the sofa playing games waiting for Jake to come.

    About half 6 I heard my front door open and Jake’s voice call out, ‘Stephen, it’s me.’ I stopped myself from running to the door like an excited puppy and waited a few minutes before walking through to the kitchen. ‘How was your training?’ I asked him, giving him a fist bump. Jake had been swimming semi-competitively for years. ‘Good, tiring though. Coach had us working on butterfly, so I need to eat’ he slammed down a grocery bag. I looked through, seeing steak,  peppers, broccoli noodles and a sweet chilli sauce.

    ‘stir-fry?’ I asked

    ‘stir-fry!’ he responded.

    ‘Fuck yeah!’ I responded relieved. Jake had started cooking for himself for years, as his parents worked nights and he normally had a nutrition plan. Sadly though, he hadn’t ever had much of a talent for it, and normally could burn water. Stir fry though, was the one thing he had actually managed to perfect.

    I started cutting some peppers as he roughly chopped some onions, less a slice and more a chunk. I looked over to the slight watering in his eyes.

    “It’s okay Jake, you can talk to me, you don’t need to cry.’ I laughed. He responded throwing some of his onions at me, muttering , ‘Dickhead’. We laughed and continued to make the rest, into what was by the end was a great meal.

    After food, I grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge. We cheered, clinking the bottles. A second later they began fizzing, foam going everywhere from the bottles and spilling onto the table between us. Laughing, I ran to get a cloth.

    ‘Thats the second time you spilt beer in two nights’ I shouted to him as I rummaged under the sink.

    ‘I spilt. No, those were both your fault’

    ‘Bullshit’ I laughed back to him, wiping up the spill. We spent a few more minutes cleaning up the mess when he looked at me.

    ‘So… about last night -‘ he started

    ‘We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to’ I interrupted

    ‘No, we should.’ He took a deep breath, I felt my stomach clench waiting for it. ‘last night was great, it felt good. Like really good -‘

    ‘Great, so-‘

    ‘But,’ he continued cutting over me, ‘ you know I’m not gay. I had loads of fun, and I’d be down for it again, but I just need to make it clear what this is. You’re one of, if not my best friend. I just don’t want you getting hurt expecting more.’

    My stomach lurched, and I bit down my disappointment. I had been secretly hoping I might be able to turn him, make him want me the same way I wanted him I wanted to say that, instead I laughed. ‘Yeah, cause you’re so irresistible! No I know what that was. Just a stroke between bros’.

    ‘Just a stroke between bros’ he laughed back. Jake paused for a second, ‘So’

    ‘So’

    He started to blush for a second and look away. ‘Can I get another hand job?

    I nodded, moving to the closer chair as I began to rub him over his black shorts. He was already hard, as I began to play with him, running my fingers along the underside and lifting it, before letting it fall down. I reached my fingers under the elastic of his shorts and began to feel the skin. I was so excited last night I didn’t notice how warm it felt in my hand, how soft it was as I rubbed it.

    I withdrew my hand and pulled down his shorts off completely, leaving him naked from the waist down. This was the first time I had seen it in the light, and I couldn’t help but drink in the sight. I rubbed it slowly, up and down. I began speeding up. Be began to arc his hips, leaning further and further down in the chair so he was almost off it. I felt his breathing begin to start speeding up, his balls begin to tense. It had only been a few minutes. And he was almost ready to finish.

    So I stopped. He looked at me, his face red and screwed up, ‘No, I’m so close, keep going’ he panted. I slowly rubbed my thumb along his tip, as I saw him shudder. ‘Please,’ he begged. I looked at him, and slowly stroked, each tug taking seconds to complete. He couldn’t take it any more, with the lightest of pulls, he shot all over himself, his load pulsing out in several spurts, each landing on his t-shirt.

    He was panting, catching his breath as I had his sticky load in my hand. I pulled down my shorts, and began milking myself, staring at my friend covered in his own cum, his cum acting as lube on my aching cock. I was done In a minute, my load just oozing out into my hand, dripping down. My leg. I looked over at him laughing, as he passed me the kitchen roll.

    We spent the rest of the night on the playstation. I checked my phone and saw the group chat had a new message. It was from our other friend Ricky ‘Guess whos back from hols! Bonfire tomorrow?🔥🔥🔥🔥’


    Thanks for all the love for this series. The first arc of ‘Jake Stays the night’ is completed, but if people are keen the story will continue in ‘The first bonfire of the summer’.

    Please do let me know what you think. Love it when I hear people are getting hard to my stories:-)

  • My 7 Iron

    Alex and I were able to go out two more times before I had to head back to school.  We never made it inside room fourteen.  I had nightly visits with Mr. Hand with unfulfilled fantasies of Officer Robinson.  On the last day, he texted me that he hoped I had a safe flight and that he wanted to see me again when the semester was out.  He asked me to come visit him after finals.  I texted that I would.  He was being cautious, I told myself, and that might be a good thing.

    I did feel a bit of sadness as I watched the coastline disappear from the airplane window.  Albert fell asleep almost immediately.  The last half of the last semester of my freshman year ahead of me, I reminded myself not to lose focus.  Finding sex wasn’t the only thing to look forward to.  I wanted to graduate with honors.  The smile from a handsome flight attendant reminded me that there were opportunities ahead.  I just needed to be careful.  Perhaps I should develop an attitude more like Alex, but I knew that if I had the opportunity to be with a handsome guy, I would do it without compunction.

    I had decided not to fret about Alex.  I would see him at the end of May.  I would know when I saw him whether things were possible for us, whether we would just be friends, or whether we would go our separate ways.  I was not going to think about it or him until the semester was over.

    It turned out to be easier than I thought when I received a letter from Colt.

    Dear Jason,

    First of all, I need to thank you for what you have done for me and what you have given me.  My life is so much richer because you were in it.  I will never forget the beauty of spending last Christmas Eve with you.  I didn’t tell you then, but I met a gay girl named Alice.  We really enjoyed one another’s company.  Like me, she has always wanted children, and we wondered whether that would ever be a possibility.

    We did a lot of talking, a lot of sharing, and at one point, we were physical.  It was enjoyable, and we have decided that we want to build a life together with children.  We also agreed that we would make a break with the past.

    That’s the hard part.  You’re really the only part of my past that I would want to hold onto, my dear friend.  But I am asking you to help me with that by not contacting me.  My heart is heavy and aching, and knowing how you held me when I ask, I imagine that there is pain on your part.

    I wish you all the happiness and joy and love that life can give a person.

    Colt.

    I had not cried in years, but my heart cracked that day.  I huddled in my bed with my knees drawn under my chin.  I hadn’t expected to marry Colt, but I had expected him to always be my friend.  I had even seen him as my best man at my wedding.  I felt lost in a world of confusing choices.  The next day, I pulled myself together, or at least I thought I did.  I focused on my studies, determined to abstain from men until the end of the semester.

    Albert commented that I didn’t seem to smile much any more.  I told him that I just needed to take my studies more seriously.

    “You’re already acing all your classes.  How much more serious do you need to be?”

    “I don’t want to let my guard down and ruin my chance for being on the dean’s list.”

    “You’re going to end up in the exhaustion ward of the hospital if you don’t relax a little bit.”

    I smiled at that.  “OK.  I’ll take it easy this evening.  Maybe watch some TV or something.”

    He walked over to me and poked my shoulder with his finger.  “You need to come to the frat party with us tonight.”

    “With you and your gang?” I asked.

    “Once we’re there, you won’t even see them.”

    “I’m good.  I’ll relax here.”

    Almost on cue, there was a knock at the door and a flash of lightning off in the distance.  Steve, Phil, and Aaron came into the room   Steve immediately began to bitch about the weather.  Phil seemed indifferent to any of Steve’s rants, and Aaron appeared unusually withdrawn and quiet.  Phil nodded toward me, and I nodded back.  Steve ignored me which elated me, and Aaron sat down at Albert’s desk and turned to face the window.  A few raindrops appeared on the glass.

    “Shit weather,” said Steve.  “I was hoping to get some action out behind the lilac bushes.”

    “That cocksucker Eduardo will be on his knees no matter what the weather.”  Phil snickered.

    “I ain’t looking to get blown by no fag.  That blond tri-delt is who I have my eyes on.”

    My brain said, ‘WHOM I have my eyes on.’  But, I said nothing to the ignorant asshole.

    “Let’s get out of here and get there before the rain starts.”  Phil walked to the door.

    “I’m not going,” said Aaron.  “Is it OK if I just stay here?”

    “We’re not coming back,” said Steve.  “We’re going to Mitch’s place afterward.  We ain’t coming back to get you if you don’t come.”

    Aaron turned his head, looked at me for just an instant, and then looked back out the window.  “I don’t want to go.”

    “Fine.  Fucking loser.  I’m tired of your shit.”  Steve moved toward Phil.  “Open the fucking door.”

    I looked over at Albert and shook my head.  Albert followed the others out of the room and closed the door.  I got up and locked it.

    “Are you OK, Aaron?  What’s wrong?”  I asked him as I walked back to my bed.

    Aaron reached into his pocket and pulled a bottle of whisky from it.  He placed it on the table.  “I’ve been drinking.”

    “Drinking it straight?” 

    “Yeah.”  Aaron’s lips were trembling.  “I thought it would give me some courage.  Maybe that’s not the right word.  I thought it might make it easier to say some things out loud, but I’m not sure it has.”  He took a deep breath and blew it out.

    I was standing directly in front of him.  He looked up at me.  His eyes were slightly moist, and in the harsh light of the room, they seemed to sparkle like emeralds.  I’d not noticed that before, but then, I’d never stood this close to him before.  He had full lips; they appeared not too plump but nice and soft.  They were definitely kissable.  I hadn’t noticed that before.  “Do you want to tell me what it is?  Practice on me before you confront the guilty party?”  I smiled at him.

    “But you’re the one I’ve been too chicken shit to tell.”

    That was like a wet rubber glove across the face.  “Me?  Why would you be afraid to tell me anything?”

    He looked at me as if I were an idiot.  Perhaps I was.

    “Because I’m just an ordinary nothing, and you’re so popular.  Even Steve is jealous of you, that’s why he gives you all that crap.  He probably dreams about sucking your dick.  I know that I do.”

    “Steve will never get to suck my dick.  And the only thing I’d fuck him with is a rusty tamping rod.”

    “What about me?”

    “You?” I asked.

    “Exactly, why would you want to let me suck you off when hundreds of handsome guys are just waiting in line.”

    I’m not sure where he saw these guys waiting in line to blow me, but I hadn’t seen them.

    “What makes you think these other guys are more handsome than you?  You’ve…”

    He cut me off.  “My nose is too big, and my eyes are too close together.  And someone asked me the other day if I had lip injections.”

    “Wait just a minute.  Your nose is not too big.  It’s the right size for your face.  You have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.  They are not too close together.”

    “You’re just saying that.”

    “I’m saying it because it’s true.  And, I was just thinking that your lips are very kissable.  They don’t look fake at all.  They just look sexy.”  I leaned down and kissed him.  “I was right.  They’re soft.”  As I looked at him, his emeralds sparkled at me, and I felt excitement pumping through me.  Here was one of the nicest men on campus, and I had overlooked him.

    “You kissed me.”  He said.

    “I did.  And I liked it.  I like you.”

    Aaron smiled.  The smile disappeared just as I said, “but your breath reeks of alcohol.”

    “I drank too much.  I about to be sick.”

    “Into the bathroom.”  I grabbed his arm and half dragged him into the bathroom.  By the time we reached the room, it was obvious that he was holding back.  I pushed him toward the toilet.  “Bend forward and drop to your knees.”  Aaron was not quite in position when he began to vomit. We were fortunate, and all of his expelled contents made it into the bowl.  

    I helped him get closer to the floor before getting a wet washcloth.  The pallor of his face surprised me.  He threw up one more time.

    “Fuck,” he mumbled.  “I’m sorry.  I guess I overdid it on the courage part.”

    I sat next to him.  “You didn’t need it, you know.  Maybe just a sip to get you started.  I handed him the washcloth. “I’ll get you a toothbrush.  I’ve got several extras; do you have a favorite color?”

    “I like blue.  I think I should go back and take a shower.”

    “You can shower here, you know.” 

    “Here?”  He turned to sit on his butt.  “I need to have clean clothes.”

    “We’re about the same size; I can loan you some.  Although, maybe you won’t need any fresh clothes until later.  And if you want me to scrub your back, I can.”

    “I would love to have my back scrubbed.”

    Fifteen minutes later, we were standing in the shower.  We were covered in Old Spice body wash and had been doing some fairly heavy kissing.  I had just rinsed the lather away when I heard knocking on the door.  I had latched the door so that no one could enter unless I let him in.  I hurried out of the shower, and dripping wet, I went to the door and cracked it open.  It was Albert, and he was alone.

    “I just need my wallet, Dude.  I forgot it.”

    I let him in.  “I’m in the middle of a shower.”

    “Yeah, I can see that huge dick of yours.  Wait, are you alone?”

    I said nothing.

    Albert’s voice dropped to a whisper.  “Is Aaron in there?”  He pointed to the bathroom.

    I brought my finger to my lips indicating that I wanted Albert to remain quiet.

    Albert grabbed his wallet from his desk and headed out the door.  “I won’t be back until tomorrow.”

    I closed and latched the door behind him.  I was freezing, so I headed back to the shower.  I quickly got back in.

    “Shit, you’re cold, and your weiner has shrunk.”

    “You can warm me back up,” I laughed.  I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me.

    “I’m so horny,” he said into my ear.

    “Let’s dry off, and I’ll take care of that for you.”

    We were snuggling under the covers our mouths locked together.  My hands found his cock and with my fingers wrapped around it, I fucked his mouth with my tongue.  He hardened within my fingers.  His erection was was thinner than mine but I could tell his dick had to be over six inches in length.  My fingers moved his balls.  His sack was tight and small; I assumed from the colder air in the room.

    Aaron pulled away from my mouth and moved down in the bed until he was able to kiss the head of my penis.  He gripped the base of my dick, and his tentative oral actions on my favorite appendage was surprisingly good considering he’d told me that he was a novice.  I enjoyed it immensely.

    I’d planned to let him get me really hard before going down on him and then fucking his brains out.  I knew it would take a little time for him to get used to my cock in his ass.  When I fingered him in the shower, one finger went in rather easily, but his sphincter resisted two.

    The trouble was that his sucking was so good that I was distracted, and my dick disgorged its seed ahead of schedule.  Aaron took it in stride and swallowed the custard without hesitation.  When he came up to kiss me, there remained only the lingering taste and scent of my cum.  He kissed me and then turned his back toward me so that we were positioned to spoon.  Having emptied my balls into his gut, I was a man satiated.  The manly aroma of body wash in Aaron’s hair and my relaxed body brought on drowsiness, and I was asleep only moment’s later.

    I awoke in the morning to an empty bed.  He was gone, and I was alone with my morning boner.  My sheets were still clean, so I took care of myself with my morning shower.  My dick was slightly sensitive after my vigorous jacking, so I opted to cradle him in some loose-fitting running shorts.  With an oversized t-shirt and determination to finish some assigned reading, I quickly made my bed and started to work.  I had almost completed the assignment when Albert arrived.

    He appeared to have slept very little.  “Have a good time?” I asked.

    “I’m too old for that crap.  Why didn’t you stop me?” 

    I wasn’t certain that he was joking.  “Would I have been able to stop you?”

    “Probably not.  You look rested.  I thought you might have been up all night fucking your hidden lover.”

    “You know very well who was hiding in the bathroom,” I said.

    “Yeah, I know it was Aaron.”  I saw him take a deep breath.  “I was surprised he went after you.  I should have warned you to stay away from him.”

    “Why?  He was too shy to tell me that he was even interested without getting himself a little drunk.”

    “Is that what he told you,” asked Albert.

    “You don’t believe that last night was his first time?”

    “Oh, Jason.  I think that even Mike has fucked him a couple of times.”

  • It’s 2044 – Most Gays Have Three Partners

    It’s 2044, a third of the population, (the Poor), live in federally funded dormitories-

    Men’s dorms and women’s dorms. They get a ‘Dole’ income of $400 a month.

      Gays, in the male-only dorms, suck all the cock they could ever want, and can get fucked as many times a day as they want.

      I’m Tad, 21, (and from the sex dorms)-now in my first gay ‘Quad’-with three handsome guys.

    (It’s takes four incomes to  buy a house or condo, and put food on the table; most Gays, in Quads, have a better life than the straight men.)

     

      It’s my first week and the Sex has been great.  Juan and Jim are 50-ish and wealthy-  researchers of tropical diseases.   Jack, also from the sex dorms, is 25, and has a huge, thick 10″ cock. (It’s easy to see why he was  picked for the Quad.)

     I’m tall, thin, blonde, pretty face and 8″ cock, so they are very satisfied. (Their previous young partner couldn’t adjust, and drowned himself.)

      We’re in Fort Everglades, forty miles inland from the drowned city of Ft. Lauderdale-(a city of Gays), surrounded by a 12 ft. sea wall.

      It’s Friday night, one of our regular sex nights, after a week of work-(Jack and I do community work to repay our Dole money).

     We sit down to a shrimp dinner in honor of my first week in the Quad. The guys are happy with me, as I like to both suck and fuck-and have a very thick 8″ dick.

      After the wine-filled meal, Jack and I do dishes, (with a little sucking by me in the kitchen), and we all go up to the Double King bed upstairs. We strip down and have our sex drugs. I get the treat of Jack’s huge 10″cock up my ass, while Juan fucks my mouth, and Jim enthusiastically sucks my cock.

      It’s the ultimate sex, nothing better.

      I’m a quick Comer, and shoot my load , followed by Jack and Juan.

    Then it’s Jim’s turn  in the middle, and he gets Jack’s huge cock deeply pumping his ass-and I get to fuck his mouth. There’s lots of moans and groans of pleasure as we have our fun.  Then Juan’s turn, and half drunk and pleasantly high-we all  snuggle up together in the huge bed  and fall asleep. (Early in the morning, Juan and Jim will be  sucking and rimming us both  before breakfast-they like our hard young cocks and tight asses,, and are just insatiable.)

      Once a month there’s an orgy. We go to another couple’s apartment and  the older guy swap their young partners. It’s done on some sort of schedule.

     Saturday is my first orgy,(and it’s no problem, as I’ve  had many orgies at the sex dorms).

    After dinner we go  up to another condo. Bill and Tom are good looking, inshape older guys in their sixties. Their partners are college students about my age-red headed brothers-muscular, as they do weightlifting. Bill and Tom are putting them through  their online college courses. They have large chest pecs. and big bulges in their shorts.

    We sit around and have drinks and powerful Pot gummy bears-and then Juan and Jim go off with the hunky, muscular redheads to the spare bedroom.

     Bill and Tom take us to their master bedroom and we strip down. They’re considerate, older guys, take out their dentures,  and let us know they just like to suck and rim.

     They toss a coin, and Bill gets first suck of Jack’s huge, thick 10″ cock.

    Jack and I are laying on our backs, side by side on the big bed, so the guys can share Cum.

    I look over and Bill has no problem with his large mouth engulfing Jack’s big, swollen cock. Tom is equally expert at sucking and deepthroating me. He’s so good I can’t hold out and shoot him a big load of Cum-which he shares with Bill.

    He licks my cock  clean and then flips me over and runs his long powerful tongue way up my  ass. I hear a grunt from Jack as he shoots a load of Cum into Bill’s mouth.

    Then Jack’s flipped over and we are belly down are facing each other, as we are both thoroughly and skillfully rimmed.  After  about ten minutes we are flipped over again and the guys go to work, tirelessly, for a second load of Cum.

     I just lay thing  enjoying the waves of pleasure from the World Class sucking and deep throating,(without teeth). They get more sucking time on the second load, 10 or15 minutes-but  eventually I have to shoot another big load in Tom’s  mouth.

    Jack shoots his load not soon after. My cock goes down about 20%, so I’m left alone to watch.

    Jack’s large, throbbing  cock is still hard after coming- so Bill and Tom get on both sides of the huge piece of meat-suck it clean, and then suck and deepthroat it slowly and deeply-handing it back and forth between sucks. Jack can’t hold out from the

    sucking and ball licking, and shoots another Load which is easily slurped up and shared by the guys. Jack and I sort of turn toward each other and snuggle, and Bill and Tom take the opportunity to stick their long tongues way up our asses.

    We all sort of fall into a light sleep in the  very warm room.

    About twenty minutes later there is a discreet knock at the door, and Juan and Jim wake the four of us up. They’ve had their repeated fun with the young hung, muscular redheads and are tired, and want to go home.

     We slowly get up-Tom and Bill wash us up with hot washcloths-and kneeling, are able to suck a last quick load of Cum out of us.

    We go home, have a couple of drinks, and the older guys go to bed. I get to suck Jack’s still swollen cock-just for pleasure-as we watch a movie, laying on a blanket on the floor.

    He’s still rock hard, and claims he can come  4-5  times easy. Finally he fucks my mouth a few strokes, and  shoots me a small load.

     We go to bed-(Jack likes his big Cock right up against my butt hole as we sleep)-and  his muscular arms around me.

  • Falling for my Kidnapper

    Falling for my Kidnapper

    JULIUS’ POV


    For dialog:

    Julius – normal text
    Zach – italics


    Me and Zach have been married for 3-… no 4 months and we’ve done many things together. We both had jobs to do so we normally do these things at night or on the weekends. But during our lunch breaks, we would call each other. I can’t live a day without hearing his voice. It kinda gets me turned on and I have a feeling that Zach is too. When I saw him in the alleyway, I knew he would be the perfect victim, but I guess life always have tricks up it’s sleeves. But one night, I decided to do something different and Zach won’t know what hit him.

    Aye! Hun, I’m home. Huh? Why is the bedroom light open?” As he was heading to grab the doorknob, I quickly tackled him and pushed him on the bed. “Julius!? W-what are you doing?” I then got the restraints from under the bed and strapped him arms, legs and torso into place. I then placed a mask over his face but he could still see out of it. “I wanted to try something new and I think you’re gonna like it a ton” The mask muffles his voice but enough to hear him moan and speak a bit. I took of his shirt and unzipped his pants. I gently but slowly stroked his cock through his underwear. “Mmh, mmh, ahh” His moans were soft at first but then I would get a bit more extreme. I pulled of his underwear and freed his cock which was semi hard. I put a vibrating cock ring around it then turned it on the slow setting just to get him really excited.

    “Ok, I think you’re ready for round one. But before that, you gotta beat my little game first before you cum. You are not allowed to cum until round five” I then grasped his cock and slowly jacked it off. I wanted to edge him so much. Pre-fum was dripping from the tip and I had a feeling he would cum soon. “Mmh, I am getting c-close” So I stopped. I then edged him 14 more times and surprisingly, he passed. “Ok, now round two” I got a few feathers and started to stroke the shaft with the feather. “Mmmh, ha ha hungh, t-that ti-tickles” He said softly as I also tickle his balls.

    And this wasn’t as easy because after all the edging, his cock was begging for release but he managed to not cum. “Now round three and this is gonna make you cum for sure.” I grabbed a box of vibrators and placed them on the head of his cock. “MMMH, MHHH, ah ha mhh. Hnghh.” I knew he was close so I stopped but then placed it back on for 14 more times like before , just to get his cock edged to the max. “Great job Hun, now ready for round four, this is the almost hardest part.” He was ready. This part has me touching all his sensitive and ticklish body parts. His nipples, thighs, armpits. “HAHAHA, AHH, S-STT-STOPP HAHAHA” I just kept going for like 5 minutes. “Last one, round five” It was a combination of everything. “Ah  ah ah. HAAHAH, ahh m-my co-cock, ahh so sen-sitive ah ah” “NOW CUM!! DO IT!” he shot out a massive load and he sighed in relief.

    But i just want to annoy him a bit. “Hun? C-can you untie me now?” I firmly grasped his cock and rubbed the sensitive mushroom head. “AHHHHH HUN ST-STOPP AH TOO MUCH, AHH” I kept going for 7 minutes straight and untied him but he was panting on the bed from exhaustion. “T-that was cruelmy poor cock, ahh” “You can rest now Hun” “I’ll get revenge, somehow

  • Blood & Witchcraft

    Chapter 4: That Was The Plan

    Marshall, as ‘patient’ and as ‘old’ as he was, rushed Nathan out of the house and into a large, blacked out SUV. Jack joined along with a few others in the vehicle. Another followed behind full of more people that Marshall deemed ‘important to the mission’. Nathan just thought they were muscle to intimidate him into helping.

    “Where are we going?” Jack asked as the vehicle started to drive away from Marshalls mansion.

    “St. Lucia’s.” Marshall said simply. When Jack waited for further response, Marshall continued. “The crypt is there in the cemetery behind the church.” Jack nodded. His knee bumped against Nathans’ as the car hit a pothole. It did feel comforting to have Jack there, next to him.

    Jack reached a hand over to try and grab Nathans’ he pulled away at first, giving Jack a look.

    Jack, you know better. It said.

    And you know I don’t care. His said back. Nathan let Jack hold his hand. It felt familiar. Every boundary Nathan tried to set was brittle and instantly broken by Jacks breath.

    “I can’t believe you turned for him?” Marshall said under his breath, noticing the two hold hands. Nathan pulled away.

    “And what does that mean?” Jack flashed his fangs.

    “Oh calm down newbie.” Marshall flashed his back. “I just meant you’re immortal now, a Vampire, you could be with anyone and you chose a mortal? Ha – and not just any mortal, a Witch. Our kind don’t exactly mix well.” He laughed. It was hilarious to him because he knew more than they did. He chuckled even more to himself at their unknown expense.

    “I didn’t turn for him.” Jack mumbled back.

    “That’s not what you told me.” Marshall smiled.

    “What does that mean?” Nathan asked.

    “Nothing.” Jack told him.

    “You told me you turned-”

    “Nothing. Marshall is just trying to get a rise out of us.”  Jack shot Marshall a look; Marshall rolled his eyes.

    “Sorry, you get bored after being alive so long. Just wanted a little fun.” He turned to Nathan apologizing.

    “Jack.” Nathan turned to him in attempt to get him to tell him more.

    “It’s nothing.” Nathan didn’t believe him.

    “We’re here.” The car stopped as the driver announced. Nathan wanted to push the subject but Marshall opened the door and hopped out.

    “Show time.” Marshall beamed with joy. They all pile out of the vehicle, the other group mirrors. “Carlos, Reggie, the box.” He commands two of his henchmen and they produce a box from the back of one of the SUV’s. “You, you ready for this.” He points to Nathan.

    “Yes.”

    “Let’s go then.” He claps his hands and smiles. He starts leading them into the cemetery, walking down a path past tombstones and headstones.

    “Hey, do you feel that?” Jack asked Nathan as they walked. Jack felt a strange claustrophobic feeling in the back of his head, but it was more than that. It felt like he was being pulled somewhere.

    “Just the Vampiric energy mixing with all the vibes of the dead.” Nathan responds. A few lost souls walked around the graveyard, a far off look in their eyes. “You okay?”

    “Yeah, just a…a strange – never mind.” He said. “Ahh!” Jack started crying in pain as he collapsed, hands covering his ears. It wasn’t just Jack; it was Marshall and the other Vampires too. Only Nathan and the two Werewolf henchmen remained.

    “Jack!” Nathan went to his side. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked.

    “My head, it feels like it’s on fire!” He groaned, all the Vampires did. The two Werewolves growled and started to shift.

    “What is it?” Nathan looked up at them and then towards what they were looking at. It was, what Nathan assumed, a Witch. She stood; one hand raised with her fingers flayed out. She was doing this. One of the Werewolves started to rush her.

    “Down boy.” She commanded with a sweet voice. Her other hand flicked and both the Werewolves flew across the graveyard, slamming into headstones and crumbling to the ground in heaps. Returning to their human forms.

    “Argh!” Jack wailed again.

    “Stop it, you’re hurting him!” Nathan told her.

    “Then come with me. He wants to see you. He usually gets what he wants.” She started to squeeze her hand slowly and the screams of the Vampires grew more intense. Nathan tried to counteract her magick, but it was too strong. Way too strong, she was channeling something to fuel her spell.

    Nathan pushed against her, trying to overpower her but it was useless. He instead tried to shield the Vampires.

    “Fuck!” Marshall roared, feeling a moment of relief from Nathan. “Enough of this! Argh!” He screamed, running behind her. She tried to do something, but Marshall was just a touch faster than her ability to compensate for holding ten Vampires down – even with the power source she was channeling. In an instant Marshall had her neck snapped, the spell lifted and she fell to ground dead. “Well, good thing we’re already in a cemetery. Reggie.” Marshall cocked his chin, rubbing his temples. “Everyone okay?” Marshall nodded a thank you to Nathan, he nodded back.

    “Are you okay?” Nathan turned back and helped Jack up. Reggie picked the dead Witch up and took her away to bury her somewhere.

    “Yeah.” He said, spitting blood onto the dirt. “Bit my fucking tongue.” He complained.

    “Thank god you heal fast.” Nathan patted his back.

    “Let’s get this over with.” Marshall pushed on. “This is the crypt.” He led them to one of the older ones in the cemetery.

    “Bancroft?” Jack remarked. “Isn’t that one of the founding families?”

    “Yes.” Marshall opened the door. “I used to run with them back in the day. Nathans granny locked my valuable in here for the irony. I cheated on her sister with a Bancroft.”

    “Hmm, no account for taste.” Nathan had never much cared for the Bancrofts. They were stuffy and conceited. Owned a lot of real estate, both residential and commercial. The Bancrofts were kind of dicks.

    “Let’s get started.” He ignores the insult. Most of the goons stayed outside to keep watch, two followed Marshall, Jack and Nathan inside.

    The coffin sat on a large marble slab, it is a pure sleek black. “Pretty.” Nathan says, looking at the bronze and silver accents.

    “Very.” Jack agrees. The strange feeling in his head grows. He had thought it was maybe the Witch, but with her dead and the feeling growing he had a feeling that it was whatever was in this coffin. Or who… Jack had a sense.

    Nathan reached out to touch the coffin, and when he did he confirmed Jacks suspicion. A vision filled Nathans mind; images flashed across his eyes. He saw blood raining from the sky, a chalice full of it sitting on an altar. He saw fangs sinking into a neck and a wooden stake. He felt an intense darkness, something old, sitting inside of the coffin.

    “What the fuck!” Nathan turned on Marshall, sending out a wave of power. Everyone was thrown back and Marshall was pinned to a wall. “Liar! What’s in the coffin!” He started squeezing Marshalls heart, he winced and clawed at his chest. His goons tried to move towards him. “Another step and I rip his heart out faster than you can get to me!” He warned, giving Marshalls heart a slight tug.

    “Ah! Fuck – stand down, stand down!” He ordered, begged more like.

    “Who is in the fucking coffin!” Nathan repeated.

    “No one.”

    “Who!” He squeezed.

    “Argh! My sire!” Marshall admitted. “She’s my sire! She turned me!”

    “And why is she in the coffin!”

    “I don’t know! All I know is that she’s been in my head for the last year telling me to get her out!” He winced.

    “In your head?” Nathan asked, he released Marshall and he collapsed to the ground.

    “She – ah – she, all of them, they can get into the heads of any Vampire they turn.” He explained.

    “All of them?”

    “The Firstborn, they’re able to get into the heads of any Vampire they’ve turned. Jack can feel it too.” Nathan had heard of Firstborns; they were the oldest and most powerful. If his great-grandmother had sealed one away, it was for a reason.

    “Can you?” Nathan asked Jack.

    “I – I think, yeah.” He nodded.

    “She’s no threat I promise you. She just want’s free.” Marshall tried to convince Nathan to continue the spell, but not convincingly.

    “Bullshit. I saw something when I touched the coffin.” Nathan spat.

    “Whatever it was, I assure you it has nothing to do with her.”

    “Oh, yeah? Why did my great grandmother put her in there then?”

    “I told you; I don’t know.” He inched closer and Nathan raised a hand, ready to send him flying again.

    “I can’t let her free, when I – what I felt…I can’t let her out.” Nathan felt uneasy.

    “Then you’ll have to figure out whoever is after you on your own. Stop them too.” Marshall promised.

    “I-” Nathan took in a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do.” He turned to Jack, hoping his friend would have an answer.

    “I – I don’t either. I’m sorry, but…but I think you should let her out.” He answered.

    “What?”

    “If you want to figure out who’s after you, maybe the only way is to…” He looked at the coffin. Nathan was torn, he felt a terrible energy when he’d touched it. The vision had terrified him, sent a feeling of pure dread through his bloodstream. “Nathan…” Jack reached out and touched his arm. “We need to figure out who’s after you. Marshall is the only one who knows anything.”

    “Should we begin?” Marshall urged. “She’s getting louder in my head.”

    “I…” Nathan didn’t know what to say. “You two, lift the coffin.” He’d made his decision.  It wasn’t an easy one and he was sure he’d regret it, but he couldn’t see another way forward right now.

    Two Vampires lifted the coffin. “Jack, help me with this.” Nathan knelt down and opened the box; he pulled out the rope inside and the athame. All that was left was a few blood bags and the book, he didn’t need the book though. He’d memorized the spell. Nathan handed one end of the rope to Jack. “Run it under the coffin.” Jack did and looped it over. Nathan grabbed it and tied the ends together.

    “What next?” Jack asked.

    “Now, I do the spell.” He cut his palm and let some of his blood soak into the ropes fibers. “My blood sealed her in here, my blood – with the rope representing the spell – is the only thing to get her out.” He placed the blade under the rope and spoke the spell:

    I cut this rope, undo the bind

    What’s inside no longer confined.

    Nathan slices up and the rope falls away, a shimmer falls over the coffin and he feels the spell break.

    “Finally!” Marshall says, stepping forward and around Nathan. He tries to open the coffin. “Hey, it didn’t work.” He tries again.

    “No, it did.” Nathan says, Jack comes around to join him. “Jack, can you…” He holds his hand out and Jack punctures a finger with a fang and drips some of his blood on the open wound.

    “Then why can’t I open it?” Marshalls tone is impatient and annoyed.

    “Because I’m keeping it shut until you tell me who’s after me.” Nathan stands up straight and narrows his eyes at Marshall.

    “Oh, don’t trust me little Witch.” He raises a brow.

    “No actually.”

    “Hmph.” He sighs. “His name is Gregor, another Firstborn.”

    “Another Firstborn?” Nathan asked. “And why is he after me?”

    “Ah” He sucks his teeth and clicks his tongue. “That part I actually don’t know. I just know he wants – well wanted – you dead. For the low, low price of five million dollars.”

    “Whew.” Jack whistled.

    “Don’t even think about it.” Nathan swatted his shoulder. He feigned a wince in pain. “So who is he exactly, other than a Firstborn.”

    “Honestly just that, he’s a little…how do you say it…vicious. He loves being a Vampire. Usually despises Witches, but has a few on his payroll from what I’ve heard.” Marshall explains. “That dead Witch was probably one of them.

    “Any idea on how to get him off my trail?”

    “No clue, but…” Marshall fake winces. “I kind of lied again.”

    “Marshall.” Nathan readied himself.

    “Don’t worry, this time you won’t be mad – well actually I don’t know. You might be. Don’t leave the city.” Marshall leans back on the coffin.

    “What?”

    “Don’t leave the city, go to work, go home. You need groceries, send Jack. Cloak your home also. I don’t want anyone to be able to find it.” Marshall listed off orders.

    “Excuse me.”

    “She,” He tries to open the coffin again. “has told me to ensure your safety. So, I’ll have a twenty-four seven security detail on you.”

    “What?” Nathan balked, shocked.

    “Open the coffin.” Marshall was done explaining. When Nathan didn’t, Marshall gave him a look. “She’ll explain the rest once you let her out.”

    “You played us.” Jack said, his eyebrows meeting in the middle in frustration.

    “No, I played him.” He pointed at the Witch. “You just followed him around like a little puppy.” Jack puffed his chest.

    “Jack.” Nathan put a hand on his shoulder and waved the other. The coffin flung open.

    Inside was a woman, skin gray and taut from desiccation. Her hair was thin and lips were dry and chapped.

    “She’s the one who’s been in your head?” Nathan is shocked.

    “Yup, boys.” He closes the coffin back up and the two Vampires lift it up and carry her out, another man appears to collect the box. “Like I said, you need to stay safe. Jack, here, take him home.”

    “These are my keys.” Jack catches them shocked.

    “Yeah, I had someone drive your car here.” Marshall says it like it’s obvious and okay that he technically stole Jacks’ car. “She’s got a vested interest in you, so that means I do too. You stay alive. Jack, you don’t leave his side.”

    “I can take care of myself.” Nathan speaks up.

    “I’m sure you can, he’s going to be around you to make sure you can and to let me know if anything bad happens to you. I don’t trust you to tell me, I don’t trust Jack either,” Marshall smiles at Jack. “but I know he’ll do what I say because he knows I’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

    “And I’ll kill you if you do.” Nathan threatens Marshall.

    “Cute.” Marshall says. “Take him home, don’t make me say it again.” Marshall walks by them. “Expect her to pay you a visit as soon as she’s at full strength. And remember! Don’t leave your apartment. Not even to visit dear old mom and dad.” He calls back as he walks away.

    “He’s an asshole.” Nathan says.

    “You’ve no clue.” Jack agrees.

    *****

    The drive back to Nathans apartment was quiet. Nathan didn’t want to talk and Jack didn’t know what to say. Jack pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine.

    “Been a while since you’ve been in this car.” Jack says to break the uncomfortable silence.

    “Last time I was in it we were in the backseat I think.” Nathan says absentmindedly.

    “I remember actually…”

    *****

    Nathan laid beneath Jack as he pressed into him, forcing his legs wider apart. He ran his hand up Jacks’ back latching into his hair.

    “Oh, Nathan.” Jack moaned, he felt himself stiffen, fighting the urge to expose his fangs.

    “Jack…” Nathan moaned as he fumbled his free hand around Jacks belt buckle. “Fuck.” He couldn’t get it with one hand. “Take it off.”

    “Yes sir.” Jack grinned into a kiss before leaning up and undoing his belt and pants.

    “Hurry, we don’t have a lot of time.” They had pulled off the road to sneak this quickie in while they were in route to Nathan’s fathers birthday celebration. They were having a dinner at the Moreau family house.

    “Shit, I’m trying.” He chuckled, finally succeeding and pulling himself out of his pants. “Let me get yours.” Jack used his Vampiric speed to take Nathans pants off.

    “Ha, ha! No fair. No Vamp speed.” He leaned up and took Jacks face into his.

    “You made us float once.” Jack said trailing kisses down Nathans abdomen. He snaked back up to take one of his nipples in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. It elicited a whimper from him.

    “That was fun, I should do it again.” Nathan sent out a small surge.

    “No room in here.” Jack chuckled heading back down. “Let me take care of you.” He lifted Nathan up to his mouth and started working his own magick, wriggling his tongue the way Nathan liked it.

    “Oh! Jack!” He shot a hand to the roof, the other landed softly on Jack’s head. Nathan grabbed a fistful of his brown hair.

    “You’re gonna mess my hair up and your parents will know something is up.” Jack said coming up for air.

    “I’ll fix it, now get back down there.” Nathan pushed him back down, short of breath. Jack continued his servicing of Nathans’ sweet tightness, adding a finger or two to the mix. “Oh god. Jack. I think I’m ready. I want you inside me.”

    “You sure?” Jack asked, he felt timid. He still didn’t have full control over his newfound strength and he’d already hurt Nathan seven or eight times now.

    “Yes, I want you. Please Jack.” He said softly, still breathing heavy from the pleasure. Jack simply nodded and lined himself up with Nathan’s below.

    “Tell me if it hurts.” He said as he inched in. Nathan nodded and moaned in pleasure as Jack dug deeper. He started a nice and slow pace, letting Nathan get used to his size. When Nathan started to roll Jack picked up his speed. Using soft, but forceful thrusts. “Shit that feels…”

    “Jack it feels-”

    “Does it hurt?” He stopped.

    “No! God it feels so good, keep going.” Nathan begged below him. “I love you.” He reached up and wrapped his arms around Jacks shoulders, pulling him down and placing his lips on his.

    “Mmm.” Jack ached; it felt so good to be inside Nathan. It turned him on…made him hungry. He couldn’t help it, his fangs shot out as he kept rutting into Nathan.

    “Ah!” Nathan said in surprise as one of Jacks fangs nicked his lips.

    “Shit, I’m sorry. You okay?” Jack froze, pulling back. Nathan looked into Jacks eyes and nodded.

    “Are you hungry?” Nathan asked.

    “Erm…a little.” He nodded.

    Nathan swallowed and his Adams apple bobbed, blood pumped. Jack could feel, see, smell everything. He could feel Nathans blood pump around his length, see the veins and arteries on his neck.

    Nathan looked into Jacks’ eyes then turned his head and exposed his neck.

    “Drink.” Jack started to pump into Nathan again.

    “Are – are you sure?” Jack picked up his pace again.

    “Yes. Just be careful.” He nodded. “And don’t spill any blood on this shirt.” He said.

    Jack nodded and grazed the neck. Nathan shuddered. Jack moaned as he sank his teeth into Nathans’ neck. He started bucking into Nathan harder and faster, the mix of pleasure of sex and feeding sending him into a state.

    “Ah! Jack!” Nathan screamed in a deep, animalistic voice. “Don’t stop!” He begged. “I’m gonna-”

    “Argh!” Jack exclaimed as he pulled off of Nathan’s neck and finished just as Nathan did. “Fuck!” He roared, slamming into Nathan again. “Fuck!”

    “Ah!” Nathan screamed in ecstasy.

    “I love you.” Jack said as he collapsed onto Nathan.

    “I love you too, but we need to go. My parents are waiting.” He patted Jacks back, reaching down and giving his ass a slap. “Come on.” He said again, his neck ached as his lower half did. It almost hurt but he didn’t want to worry Jack. He’d be fine.

    “Alright, I just – I just need…a minute.” He said breathily.

    *****

    “I think later that night was the night you strangled my—”

    “Oh god, don’t remind me.” Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands. Embarrassment turning him red.

    Nathan chuckled softly. Jack looked up, their eyes meeting for a long, silent moment. The sun was inching towards evening, the air heavy with the weight of what wasn’t said.

    “Do you…” Jack hesitated, glancing away. “Do you remember the first time we…”

    Nathan’s smile faded. “I do, yeah.”

    “And what I asked after?”

     “‘Is there a spell that you can cast so we can stay together forever?’” Nathan’s laugh was low, nostalgic. “And then you dumped me a few months later.” Nathan laughed again.

    “I thought I was doing the right thing.” Jack explained. “Letting you go off to college.”

    “I know. And I think you did.” Nathan reached over and rubbed Jacks knee. “Why do you bring it up?”

    “It’s – it’s what Marshall said. Well, almost said.” Nathan raised a brow. “I did this for the same reason.” He said.

    “What do you mean?” Nathan didn’t understand what Jack was talking about, why was he bringing all of this up?

    Jack inhaled deeply. “I lied to you. About why I turned.”

    “Jack—”

    “No, please, just let me explain.” Jack’s voice shook as he forced the words out. “I didn’t turn because I felt like less of a man, or because you were always saving me. Well, that part’s true—but it was more than that.” He held Nathan’s gaze now, his expression raw. “I went to Marshall because I thought… I thought I was doing what was best for you.”

    “For me?” Nathan frowned. “What do you mean?”

    “You were exhausted. You’d been hurt so many times. I couldn’t stand watching you bleed and burn just to protect me.” Jack swallowed hard. “I thought if I wasn’t a liability anymore, if I could take care of myself, you could focus on you. On what you needed. I thought… maybe you wouldn’t have to play defense for both of us.”

    Nathan stared, trying to absorb Jack’s words. “So you became a vampire?”

    “I asked Marshall to turn me. I thought it would solve everything.” Jack’s voice cracked. “I didn’t want you to lose me. I couldn’t bear the thought of you watching me grow old or, god forbid, bury me.”

    “And now I get to bury us instead?” Nathan’s laugh was bitter, the pain behind it sharp. “You did this for me? Without ever asking if it’s what I wanted?”

    “I know I messed up,” Jack whispered. “I see that now. But I loved you so much, I couldn’t imagine you losing me. I thought—”

    “You thought it was better for me to mourn you like this?” Nathan cut him off, tears brimming in his eyes. “To watch you walk away from the future we were supposed to have? That is so fucking narcissistic it’s not even funny.” Nathan sucked his teeth.

    “That’s not what I meant!” Jack smacked his temples, mad at himself for not explaining this correctly. “I mean I didn’t want to die, and I didn’t want you to feel like it was your fault.” Jack’s hands were shaking as he reached for Nathan. “I didn’t want you to mourn me at all. I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing. I knew you might leave me after I turned, but I told myself it’d be worth it if you could move on. If you could live a full life without me holding you back.”

    Nathan pulled his hands away. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was calm now, dangerously so. “I was supposed to grow old with you. That was the plan.”

    Jack’s face crumpled. “I know. I know I ruined it.”

    Nathan looked away, wiping at his face. “You made a decision that changed both our lives, but you didn’t even think to talk to me first. And now…” His voice wavered. “Now I have to mourn you anyway. Mourn the future we’ll never get to have.”

    “I’m sorry,” Jack whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks. “If I could take it back-”

    “But you can’t.” Nathan’s words were final, heavy as stone. “You made your choice. And you made mine too.”

    They sat in silence in the car as it started to rain. Nathan couldn’t tell if it was him or it was natural. He was honestly surprised he hadn’t made all the windows explode or set the grass on fire. His emotions were all over the place, it was taking all he had to stop himself from unleashing all his power. Nathan looked out the front windshield, trying to calm himself.

    Jack looked out his window at the rain, it smelled heavy – like it would last a while.

    “I need you to make me a promise.” Nathan finally spoke after a long time.

    “Anything.” Jack said, slowly turning to face Nathan.

    “After all of this, after we stop Gregor or whatever…” Nathan took a deep breath, forcing himself to say the next sentence. “I want you to leave. Leave Northbridge.” The words settled over them like a sheet of ice. It hit Jack hard, it hit Nathan harder. “You said you did this for me.”

    “Yeah.” He nodded.

    “Then I need you to leave so I can move on. So I can find someone else when I’m ready.” Nathan wiped the last of his tears, he was done crying over Jack. “You wanted me to grow old and I don’t want to do that alone. I want a family. A husband, kids, a dog, a picket fence. Good old American dream.” Nathan said. “I can’t do that if you’re still here, I can’t move on if you’re holding me back.” The words hurt Jack more than any spell or wound had.

    There was a heavy silence again. Neither knew what to say. Finally, Jack spoke.

    “Okay.” He nodded. “I promise. I’ll leave after all of this.” He said.

    Nathan didn’t say anything he just got out of the car and walked to his apartment. He opened the door, stepped inside and closed it. He leaned back against the wood and sank to the floor. Celia and Julia were on the couch asking him what was wrong, but he just ignored them as he stared at the blank wall. Thinking and processing everything that had happened today, in the car…everything.

    “What happened?” Julia asked again, slowly approaching Nathan.

    “I still love Jack.” He’d lied to himself…he wasn’t done crying over him.


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