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Binggum gave a little squeak, seeing those four fingers of CJ’s finger fucking my ass, and in a self-congratulatory voice, CJ said, ‘Didn’t think it could be done, did you? Don’t worry. No damage. It will tighten right back up after I’m done. Well, maybe not exactly right afterward, but certainly in time enough for you to have your jollies.’

Quick as a wink, CJ was back up on his feet. He strode over to Binggum’s chair and laid it down on the floor, with Binggum on his back pointed up.

‘What? Why are you doing that?’ Binggum asked in an uncertain voice.

‘Ringside seat, that’s why,’ CJ answered. ‘You’re our honored host, and you get the best seat in the house.’ He pulled me over until I was standing over Binggum’s face. ‘Tent yourself over him, with your chest on his legs and your piece just out of reach about his mouth,’ CJ told me, and I did as he asked. I looked back to see CJ behind me, lubricating his flagpole. ‘Spread ’em,’ he commanded as he walked in behind me, and I dutifully complied. No matter how opened he’d made me, I knew I’d want my legs spread as far apart as possible. He laid his dong inside the crack between my butt cheeks and gave it a couple of strokes and beat it against my cheeks a couple of times.

‘So, how’s the view down there, Johnathan?’ CJ called down to Binggum.

‘Just fine,’ he answered.

I expected his big dick head to approach first, but I was surprised to feel him kneel and give me some tongue again, followed by various fingers and puffs of air. But then, there it was, as I remembered it. It felt like the end of a broomstick and about three times as big as it had looked…and it had looked like a monster head, overflowing the thick rod that backed it up. That, at least was solace. Once the head was in, nothing wider was to follow.

I grunted in slight pain as the glans pushed at the hole, and my legs trembled as it slid in up to and a bit beyond the rim. Binggum, who had a close view of it all, let out a little squeak of pleasure. I could feel one of CJ’s hands come around in front. He pulled my cock ring off and swirled it around Binggum’s mouth and nose, to Binggum’s great pleasure. Tossing that aside, CJ cupped my balls momentarily and then wrapped his hand around my cock close to the root and replaced the pressure the ring had been providing. I moaned, and my legs began to feel like jelly. Binggum moaned at the sight of what was going on just above his face. I could feel CJ take his own cock with his other hand and rotate it inside me, gently stretching the hole. He was whispering encouragement for me to relax and telling me how nice a fuck I was. Binggum was whispering his agreement. The cock had found the prostrate and, as before, I felt myself just releasing, and the cock slid in.

‘Ah, good, nice,’ CJ murmured. That’s got a couple of inches in. It should be easier going now. A couple of inches?! I moaned again. It was painful, but possibly not as painful as the previous day’s fucks had been. ‘Ah another inch. It should slip on up now,’ CJ was saying. ‘Now come back up to me, arching your back, chest out, and wrap your arms around my neck.’ I started to come back up, but CJ told me to stop, as I could feel his dick losing some ground. With one hand on my lower stomach and the other gently pushing my lower back into an arch, he brought my butt closer into his crotch, and I could feel his rod pushing in further…even a little further than it had been before. I moaned…and Binggum moaned…but I rose back up, my back arched as well as I could, and wrapped my arms around CJ’s neck. I felt CJ’s hands go below my knees in front of my calves, and he smoothly and effortless pulled me up in front of him as if I were sitting in a chair, but with my asshole arched back and up to provide an angle for a full-dick fuck. I could hear Binggum catch his breath. The half-buried cock and its receptacle must have been right over his face, giving him a full view of what was happening. And what was happening was that CJ’s cock was slowly but surely snaking its way up my innards. No inching and waiting now; he was gliding right on in. Even so, it seemed to be taking him forever, and I couldn’t feel his pubic hair tickling my ass yet. But then he pulled my folded legs a little bit closer, the angle on my ass increased just a smidgen, and he was in all of the way.

‘So, what do you think, our dear host? Do you agree now it can be done?’

‘Yes, yes,’ Binggum whispered. ‘Now me. Now, give him to me.’

‘In a bit, in just a little bit.’ I want to show you how good he is. And then CJ began to rock the chair he had made of me, pushing me out so that an increasing amount of his dick root could be seen and then pushing back in. I was trembling and moaning, and Binggum was trembling and moaning as well. If anything, I felt CJ was getting bigger inside me. But I had stretched to where I could manage him, and, feeling this, he chose to give Binggum one last thrill. First he let one of my legs down and then the other. He still held me to him in position, skewered on his bludgeon, like a rag doll, in front of him. He told me I could let loose of his neck with my arms and let my chest and arms fall before me. Then he took a step back and lifted Binggum and his chair back upright. He stepped away from the chair, and, in Binggum’s view, while holding me in place across my stomach with one hand, took his other hand, and slowly spun my body around so that now my chest was suspended below him. Binggum was be able to see the root of his now floor-pointed cock rising out of my ass. He’d done all of this without losing purchase in my ass, and the sensation of him rotating inside me hadn’t been all that unpleasant.

‘You can drape your legs over my shoulders again,’ he said. And then he asked, ‘Do you think you can rise up and give us a kiss?’

‘Sure, I said.’ It took really strong stomach muscles to pull myself up, but I did so, wrapping an arm around his neck and giving him a kiss. While we were kissing, though, he surprised me by, first, putting one foot up on the chair stool beside Binggum’s leg, and then the other one, so that he was standing facing the sitting Binggum.

‘I think we can all manage now, if we’d all like to be in the finale of this course,’ said CJ. ‘If you go back down, Craig, I think you’ll be able to reach Binggum, and Binggum will be able to reach you as well.’ I slowly dropped my trunk back down, and, sure enough, there was Binggum’s cock just about perfectly positioned for my mouth. I slid my mouth down over his stiff rod just as if I was sheathing him with a condom, and I felt that he, indeed, was able to do the same for me. As I felt CJ stiffing in preparation for shooting his wad into me, I snaked one hand around Binggum’s cock and dove for his balls with the other one to bring him to climax sometime close to CJ. Binggum came just a fraction of a second before CJ let loose his first load. I didn’t come then, but after CJ carried me into the lounge and gently settled me down in the couch and he’d returned to let Binggum free, Binggum had run into the lounge and knelt before me, buried his face into my crotch, and covered my body with caresses and tiny scratchings and probings until I had come in three big spurts as well.

He then pulled me up from the couch and out onto the patio and pulled me down behind him into the pool. He then turned to me, and I let his hands and lips wander all over me, as if I was some sort of new toy, while we drifted in the water and up against the side of the pool. At length, he lifted me out of the water and up in a sitting position on the side of the pool and gently gave me head until I was hardening again. All the time his hands were wandering around my chest and down my back. He lifted his lips from my dick and looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. He then took the palm of his hand and placed it on my chest, and he hardly had to apply any pressure at all for me to lie back, pillowing my head on one of my arms. I scooted my butt out over the lip of the pool and brought both of my knees up so I was open to him. With a contented sigh, Binggum began to tongue my asshole. It must have closed back up nicely after the exercise CJ had given it, because Binggum was clucking and slurping with obvious pleasure. His tongue seemed longer and thinner than CJ’s…more like a cock than CJ’s actually…and his fingers were thinner and more sensitive and experienced than CJ’s had been. So, the experience, helped by the slowly moving water and the play of the lights on the pool, was quite pleasant.

When I felt open enough, I pushed my legs back in the water, sat up, and entered the water between Binggum and the wall. Taking his mouth into a kiss, I laced my hands around his butt cheeks and pulled him to me. Our hardened cocks chafed each other between our bellies. I walked him back to the shallow end of the pool and pushed him down into a seated position on the wide step at the shallow end, His legs were extended out in front of him and his heels were on the floor of the pool below the steps. His back was pushed up against the rim of the pool. I straddled him, facing him, his legs between mine. I took his mouth in mine in a lingering kiss as I positioned his long, rather thin cock at my backdoor with one hand and slowly, ever so slowly brought myself down into his lap, his hands found my balls and cock. And we sat there in the evening breeze, water flowing around us… and in us… and through us. I gently tightened my asshole around Binggum’s cock and gave him the sensation of a slowly yielding, yet close-fit, deep, languid fuck. When we were finished, I rose from the pool and went over to a lounge chair, lay down and closed my eyes to nap. But that was not to be, as I awoke to two exploring hands on my chest, Binggum straddling me as I had straddled him, and my hardening cock slowly being engorged by Binggum’s much looser, but still very inventive, ass. I looked up to see that CJ had come out to the patio and was standing behind Binggum.

‘Here, let me tighten this situation up,’ he said, I felt his fingers probing inside Binggum and around my cock. He pushed Binggum down on his elbows just above me, encouraging us to kiss, and I felt CJ’s rod gliding in, this time above mine, and Binggum giving sweet little sighs and moans. I was tired enough that I just held my dick in place, plowed up to the root, and let CJ provide all of the friction action. CJ and I gave Binggum an added thrill by taking his cock in both our hands and giving it and his balls a double hand job. We still all came fairly close together and just laid there entwined as the night deepened.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard Binggum ask softly, ‘Can I keep him?’

‘Not on your life,’ CJ answered, ‘But he’ll be back the next time we have a deal to close.’

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I knew the moment the cute little blond twink strolled into my storefront gym that I was going to have him, but by the way he shrank away from me and trembled a bit when I approached him, I also knew I would have to prepare for that moment well.

‘Hi, I’m Rod.’ I said pleasantly. ‘I run this place and act as personal trainer. And who are you and what are you interested in?’

I had hoped that he’d say right out that he wanted to be fucked by a horse-hung muscle stud like me, but he didn’t respond to that innuendo.

‘Hi, Rod. I’m Craig. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m too young to buy beer. I want to bulk up.’

‘You mean something like this?’ I said, and I pulled my gym T over my head. I could hear Craig gasp when he saw my massive, well-cut torso.

‘Y-e-s-s,’ he stammered out.

‘Well, let’s see what we have to work with,’ I said pleasantly. ‘Off with that T-shirt.’

He stripped his T off, and I could tell right off that he wouldn’t bulk up very much, although we could do something with those pecs and abs. But I also saw that I wouldn’t want him to bulk up too much. He was one beautiful twink. It set my cock to twitching just to see him.

But I told him that I could help him if he came in twice a week. And he did that for the next two months, during which time I unfolded my plan to have my cock pulsating inside his cute little bod. I gave him a lot of personal attention, telling him that I wanted him to go shirtless in his workouts so I could see what was being worked out and how well in the exercises and that I would go shirtless as well so he could see what muscles were being worked with the exercises. And I gave him plenty of muscle work to see during the workouts”all except for the one muscle I really wanted him to see. I took care of that by hitting the showers whenever he did and giving him a full display.

For the first couple of weeks he remained ultrasensitive to my touching him or even coming close, but I was persistent in needing to put my hands on him to show him how to do the exercises properly, and slowly but surely he let me touch him and, with time and confidence, to let my hands linger on the curves and folds of his torso and legs during the exercises. And he was lingering longer in the shower as well. One evening after two months of preparation, I began to slowly stroke out my cock while we were in the shower and I was sure he was ogling me sideways. His eyes bugged out and he dropped the soap. When he bent over to pick it up, I almost took him then, but I didn’t. Others were in the gym. I needed to wait a bit longer, and needed him to signal his willingness.

On his next visit, I decided to bring this to a new level. We were over in the corner of the room, away from the storefront picture window and everyone else working out was focused on their own exercising. I had Craig laying down on his back, bench pressing a barbell.

‘No, no, Craig,’ I said. ‘You’re putting too much leg in it. Here, let me show you how to get the power into your shoulders and pecs, which is what you want to be developing here.’

I squatted down on the bench, facing him, and pushed my knees under his thighs, pushing his legs over mine and out. I spread the palms of my hands on his tender inner thighs. ‘There, try it like that.’

He huffed and puffed for a few minutes, barely getting the barbell up, concentrating hard. But then I started to gently stroke his inner thighs with my fingers and he was suddenly concentrating on something else. He started to tremble all over and he couldn’t get the barbell fully extended.

‘No, you’re trying to get the power from your stomach, Craig. It must be from your chest and shoulders. Don’t arch your back. Here, now try it.’ I moved one of my hands to his flat little belly and held him down on the board. He was trying his best to raise the barbell, but not having much luck.

‘It’s no use, Rod,’ he whimpered. ‘I can’t get it up.’

‘It doesn’t look to me like you are having trouble getting it up, Craig,’ I said, as my hand slid down to his basket. I admit that I was a little surprised myself. In the shower he had present a pert little prick, like a chaste Greek statue, but now he was filling out nicely in that department.

Craig sat up in panic. ‘Please, don’t, Rod. I can’t do it.’ His body was shaking like a leap and he couldn’t look me in the face. His gaze was glued to my hand cupping his basket.

I took one of his hands in mine and guided it to my own basket. He gasped and tried to pull away but I didn’t let him. ‘Well, when you can do it, this is what is waiting for you, Craig.’

He jerked his hand away, jumped off the bench, and bustled back to the dressing room. He was back in a moment with his clothes hurriedly stuffed in his gym bag, not even having showered, and escaped out the door.

All the next day, I wondered if I had acted too quickly, but right before closing time, there he was again. He’d never come two days in a row and never this late. He stayed over to the side, well away from me, working out with hand weights until the last of the other patrons had left.

‘We’re closing now,’ I said as I picked up my duffel bag and walked by him on the way to the door.

‘I think I can do it now,’ was all he said, in a small, distant voice. He looked so vulnerably twinky even after all those weeks of working out.

I continued on to the door and locked it from the inside, and then I returned and took his hand and led him to the hallway leading to the dressing rooms, where we couldn’t be seen through the storefront window.

I pushed his back against the wall, while I stripped off my T and shorts. I then pushed him down on his knees and leaned close into him at the wall, holding him prisoner there with my strong thighs. I pushed my engorging cock past his lips and made him work me up big. He was gagging and choking, but he did a good, fast job of it. Then I pulled him back up to his feet, flipped him around, belly to the wall, and covered his soft little twinky body, with my hard muscled one. My cock was running up the small of his back and I stroked it up and down his back while my hands groped his body in a frenzy. He was moaning and sighing and hiccupping, his body all atremble. I went down on my knees behind him and pushed my tongue between his pert little butt cheeks. I pushed his legs apart while I flicked my tongue in his sweet little asshole. I stroked his inner thighs with my fingers, which he enjoyed immensely, and reached through and milked his cock from delicately small to presentably hard; after he’d hardened, he came almost immediately in my hand with a twitch and a lurch.

Then I opened my bag and took out a tube of lube and a condom packet. lubed his ass and fingered his hole, working on opening him to me, while my teeth nipped at his now-rosy butt cheeks. Then I rolled the condom on my huge tool and started working my way into his ass, full of lust now, not giving it enough time. He screamed and cried, but declined all offers for me to stop or slow down. I allowed him to widen his stance and arch his back, my hands going to his pecs and nipples, but entry was still being difficult. I couldn’t wait.

I kicked the duffel bag over to the middle of the hall, and took Craig’s lithe little body in my hands by his hips and turned him and pushed his pelvis down onto the duffel. His cute little butt was pointed up in the air now, and I came down between his legs and into him. Entry was easier now, and I filled him to the limit and rocked him back and forth on duffel as my pulsating cock rode his ass hard in six long strokes that were crowned with repeated gushes of man juice, my cry of fulfilled patience mingling with his screams of realized ecstasy. Months of preparation for no more than fifteen minutes of frenzied quickie fuck from first feel to gush.

All of the waiting and preparation were well worth the reward, though, and now that I had won the prize, I could savor it. I covered Craig’s trembling body with mine, pulled his legs in with mine to tighten his already-tight ass, and rocked my pelvis back and forth on his buttocks. We cuddled and whispered sweet nothings to each other as I reloaded. And when I had filled him out again with my battering ram, I fucked him there astride the duffel bag on the hall carpet a second time and then a third time in long, lingering strokes, accompanied by the music of his falsetto purring.

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The man slowly drove his car into the parking lot of the state park, an area criss-crossed with hiking trails and a known cruising spot. It was Friday at 4:30 pm on a warm September day. There was only one other vehicle there, a battered red Jeep CJ. On the hood of the Jeep sat a teenager – perhaps a student at the local university. The man felt short of breath. His heart had already been beating fast, and now it was pounding.

He was married, 42 years old, and had a prestigious job, but a voice inside him kept prodding him to seek out another man for anonymous sex. How often had he fantasized doing this? How many times over the years had he jacked off with these thoughts swirling in his brain? He had driven into this same parking lot twice in the past month, once finding it empty and another time with too many men milling around. Both times he had left without even stopping the car; returning home to wait for a time when he could be alone with his gay-porn collection, to lube up and jack his straining cock, to probe his rectum with a battery-powered dildo as he watched videos of men sucking and fucking; closing his eyes and imaging himself with another man as a powerful orgasm washed over his body; spraying cum all over his chest and belly.

He pulled his car into a spot 50 feet from the Jeep. He looked straight ahead, trying to will his heart to stop beating so hard. Then he glanced over at the youth, who was staring back at him with a bemused smile on his handsome young face. He was blond and tanned, perhaps 18 or 19. He wore a tee shirt with the bottom half torn off, displaying a flat and muscled abdomen. The shirt said ‘Varsity Lacrosse’ across the chest, but whether it was high school varsity or college, he couldn’t tell. A pair of tight nylon running shorts showed a half-inch of jock strap extending above the waist band. The man looked away quickly, his chest pounding. ‘Go on; do it! You know you want to!’ said the voice in his head. He looked back, and the young man, was now standing beside his Jeep, his fingertips casually brushing up and down across the front of his shorts. He tilted his head in a signal that said ‘come on over’, and the man was incapable of refusing.

He got out of his car and walked over, almost in a daze.

‘Howzit goin’, dude?’ said the youth.

‘Pretty good; how about you?’ replied the man, his voice catching a bit as the words came out.

‘Not bad, but I need to ask you a favor. Could you spare a little cash for my college fund?’

The man was puzzled at first, but then noticed the sarcastic smile. ‘How much?’ he asked.

‘Oh, I think $40 would do ok in the short run.’

The man fumbled with his wallet and pulled out two 20s and gave them to the boy.

‘Wanna take a walk?’ asked the teen.

‘Yes.’

They walked into the deserted woods and the teenager said ‘well, what do you want to do?’

The man was speechless for a few moments, but finally blurted out in words that tumbled over themselves ‘I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve done this! I’ll do whatever you want.’ (‘Oh God! That sounded so fucking lame!’ the voice inside his head added.)

‘Don’t worry, dude. I’ve done first-timers before. You just let me be in charge. I have a feeling I know EXACTLY what you want.’

The young man turned off the path and headed through the trees; the man followed along behind. About 200 feet from the path, they reached a clearing with the late-afternoon sun streaming in. ‘OK, dude; strip nude and let me see what you’ve got.’ The man was wearing khakis and a polo shirt (‘informal Friday’ at the office), and he peeled these off quickly. Standing there in in his boxer shorts, under the watchful eye of the youth, he felt his dick growing stiff. ‘Come on; take ’em off. NOW!’ he said sternly. And the man responded as the young man knew he would, quickly pulling off his undershorts and then looking down to see his 6-inch penis finish its rise to a full erection.

He stepped close to him, reaching out to stroke the man’s cock. His other hand traced a line from the man’s belly, to his chest, up the side of his neck to his hair, and then across his cheek. He brought his middle finger to the man’s mouth and, as expected, the man opened his lips to lick the finger tip, and then suck on the finger. The man closed his eyes and drank in the sensation of the stroking hand on his cock and the finger in his mouth.

‘Good. Very good’ said the teenager, stepping back and then walking around behind the man, letting his hands wander over the man’s butt, then reaching around his body to again stroke his cock and to gently squeeze his balls. His nylon-covered crotch began to grind against the man’s naked butt, and the man gasped with anticipation. The teen whispered in his ear ‘I think you should call me master, and I’ll call you slave. That sort of sums up our situation here, doesn’t it?’ The man nodded his head in agreement, unable to form words, barely able to breath, his heart thundering in his ears.

Pulling back away from the man, and removing his shorts, the teen said ‘Turn around. Now, slave, it’s time for you to show me what you can do. Get down on you knees. Crawl over to me. That’s it. Now lick my cock through the jock. Don’t use your hands. Let’s see how well you can please your master.’ The man knelt before the lean, well-muscled blond teen and stared at the bulge inside the pouch of the jockstrap. His penis was positioned so it was pointing up, and appeared to measure about 6 inches. The man brought his tongue to the material and began to lap at it like a dog, wetting it with his spit and quickly discovering that the dick was just beginning to become erect. In fact, the attention of the man’s tongue was causing it to lengthen and push up on the white cloth pouch. The man used his lips to suck on the cock head through the wet cloth as the teenage dick rose up to its full 8 inches.

‘Good work, slave. Now pull down the jock using just your teeth, and careful that you don’t bite me or I’ll smack you.’ The man went to work, pulling down one side a bit with his mouth, then the other. When the sides had been worked down, his teeth pulled back at the center of the waistband and let it slide down over the powerful erection. With an inch and a half of thick cock exposed, the man’s lips and tongue went to work pleasuring the teen. After a minute of intense oral stimulation, the young man grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the man’s mouth away. ‘Not so fast, slave. You aren’t through with the jock yet.’ The work went faster now, and in a couple minutes he was stepping out of the damp jockstrap as the man knelt waiting for further instructions. He toyed with the subservient man, slapping his face with his teenage boner, keeping it just out of reach of the man’s hungry mouth.

‘Let’s put that tongue to good use. Lie down on your back.’ And as the man lay in the meadow grass, he straddled his head, facing the man’s feet, and said ‘rim my asshole, slave.’

‘Yes, master.’ The man spread the lean round ass cheeks and began licking his hole, probing with the tip of his tongue. After a few minutes, he shifted so that his balls were offered for the man’s worshiping mouth. Then his hard 8 inches was poised at the man’s lips.

‘Tilt your head way back and take my dick into your throat.’ And the teenager slowly fed his long cock into the man’s open throat, held it there, and then pulled back, only to push back in. His walnut-sized balls bounced against the man’s face on every in-stroke. Fighting his gag reflex, the man struggled to please his handsome master, and willingly accepted the uncomfortable face fucking. The teen reached down and grabbed hold of the man’s hard cock, jacking it roughly, and making the man moan with pleasure (or as much of a moan as he could make with a long, slender cock sliding into his throat.)

‘You know, slave; much as I would like to shoot a load of cum into your gullet, I still need to fuck your virgin asshole. Now get up on your hands and knees.’ And as the teen stood up, the man scrambled into position, his ass raised up and wiggling in eager anticipation. ‘Not so fast, slave. I think I need to warm up that ass first.’ Crouching down, he reached between the man’s legs and grabbed the loose skin of his scrotum, above his balls, so that the man’s nuts were squeezed tight at the bottom of his fist. He brought the palm of his other hand as hard as he could across the man’s ass cheeks, eliciting a muffled yelp.

‘I want to heard you thank me after each spank, slave.’

(Smack) ‘Thank you, master.’ (Smack) ‘Thank you, master.’ (Smack) ‘Thank you, master.’ He stretched the man’s balls even harder and the spanking was turning the man’s butt a bright shade of red.

‘I think that’s warm enough.’ Reaching over to his discarded pants, he pulled a single-use packet of KY out and lubed his cock. Rubbing his cock-head around the man’s anal opening, he pushed in slowly, a little at a time, so as not to injure the man. He needn’t have worried. Years of self-pleasuring with a dildo had prepared the man to be fucked hard by the 8-inch erection. With a hand holding each side of the man’s ass, the teen increased the speed and force of his fucking, pulling the man’s hips back as he pushed his cock forward.

The man was in a daze of pleasure, feeling every sensation he had ever fantasized about, being dominated and fucked by this young blond stud. ‘Oh! Yes! Uh! Uh! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Uh! Yeah! Harder! Uhhhh!’

He was ramming him now; full-length strokes to the hilt; his balls slapping just below the man’s stretched ass hole. ‘Oh yeah; here it comes! Ahhhhhh; shit!’ Cum flooded from the boy’s cock, deep into the man’s rectum, pulsing spurt after spurt. The teen’s body trembled as the orgasm waned, and then he lay across the man’s back, his cock buried deep in the man’s love tunnel as he caught his breath.

‘Good work, slave. Now roll onto your back and jack yourself off. You’ve earned it.’

The man lay on his back and began masturbating his dick with a passion. The young man knelt down beside him and ran his fingers around the man’s slippery red ass hole. Holding four fingers together, he fucked them in and out of the man’s hole, as the man pulled his legs up and kept jacking furiously. In a minute, strings of cum shot from the man’s dick, the first hitting his face, as he continued to pump until the last drop had oozed out. He gasped for breath, exhausted but utterly satisfied.

The two stood up and silently began dressing. As they walked toward the path, the man broke the silence.

‘Thanks.’

‘Hey. My pleasure, dude. Come around here again sometime.’

And they parted without another word.

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El Toro…the Bull…was pawing and snorting beyond to door to the plaza de torros, wanting the dance to the death to begin. But I was in no hurry. Part of ascending over him was driving him mad by making him wait for it. If it weren’t for brains and guile I would be no match for the Bull. The Bull was a massive brute.

I had already pulled on my pink stockings and the black satin, form-fitting breeches and selected the white shirt, a frilly one this time, I thought. I wanted the contrast between matador and bull to be pronounced. Trimness, style, fluidity on the one hand and brutish narrowness of purpose on the other. I wanted even the Bull to see and appreciate the difference.

But what to wear for the traje de luces…the suit of lights? It had to be flashy and it had to anger the Bull. That was the whole point. The Bull had to be angry enough to melt down so that the estocada…the death blow…was mine, not the Bull’s.

The green, I thought. The Bull fairly snorted whenever the green was flashed. And the capote…the cape…was to be green as well. But the sash? The sash would be bright red.

The Bull was fairly bellowing impatience and the need for the corrida…the fight…from beyond the massive wooden door after I had finished knotting the sash and straightening my black astrakhan, my two-pointed hat. I stood admiring myself in the mirror for several moments. Flawless. I was magnificent even if I did say so myself. I was almost too beautiful to take on the Bull at all. Perhaps I should leave the Bull pawing on the other side of the door there and become an unattached man of the night. But that, of course, was ridiculous. What would the fashionable matador be without his bull?

Time for the dance of death.

I threw open the door and strutted out onto the killing ground. The Bull was turned from me but whipped around at my entrance. He was a monstrous thing, but magnificent in his monstrosity. All bulging sinew and muscle, hairy and massive and mean looking. A tremendously virile male. A pendulous cock that would make a rhino whine and back away and a ground-dragging ball sack. The Bull expressed the essence of brute precisely.

I swished my cape and tilted my head and looked saucy for the brute. I was late…hours late…for our assignation, but I wasn’t about to let the Bull think this bothered me one bit. I at least was ready and the Bull wasn’t. All of this time and I was ready for the Bull, but the Bull had done nothing but stand out here on the gravel of the arena and act like a bull.

I swished the cape again and did a little bit of pirouetting on my delicate ballet slippers, and the rage and impatience rose in the Bull’s gorge and I was being charged.

‘Ole!’ I cried out with a lilting laugh, as I turned deftly at the last second and passed my cape over him in a perfect Veronica move.

The Bull would think twice about that, I thought, with a stab of self-congratulations. Bet the Bull didn’t think I had that maneuver in my repertoire. But Bulls don’t think. They just impetuously do. And their appetites are large and gross and insistent…and totally selfish, I might add. That was why the relationship between a matador and a bull never really worked out. Both were totally self-absorbed. So, naturally, one of them had to die.

But I was thinking too much and it was slowing me down. The Bull charged me again and caught the satin of my breeches and tore a chunk of the material away at my hip. First blood. The first blood had gone to the Bull and all because I was mentally screwing around with the Bull and not taking any of this seriously. But it had gotten serious now. These breeches couldn’t be taken back now.

The Bull really had drawn blood. there was a thin slice across my bared hip. The drawing of the blood made me angry. But it seemed to stimulate the Bull. The Bull looked at the wound and snorted in victory and pawed the ground, ready to charge again.

In this pass, I thumped the Bull on the nose in passing and was rewarded with a squeal of pain and raw anger. I thought the Bull properly unhinged then, but the Bull showed me that big and bulky could be agile too.

I had feinted to the right one too many times on the nose-thumping pass. The Bull outguessed me and turned that way too, lowered his head, and hit me in the midsection full force, knocking me to the ground and knocking the wind out of me as well in the process.

And he held me pinned there to the ground with the top of his head in my midsection and me writhing under him, trying to get his massive weight off me. But it was no use. He was pawing at the rent in the satin at my hip, ripping the breeches away, and then his sensuous big lips went to my cock and he was swallowing me and pumping me with his brutish mouth.

‘Pasquale, enough, enough. I give,’ I was crying out to him. ‘The estocada is yours. You have struck the death blow. Stop. Stop!’

But the man bull Pasquale wouldn’t stop. I’d aroused him. I’d aroused him on purpose, and I only had myself to blame that I was being ravished. He was sucking my cock relentlessly, and he had one big hoof in my sternum, holding, me to the ground and the fingers of the other hand were searching, finding my rim, opening me to the inevitable sinking of that monster cock inside me.

‘Gawd, Pasquale, if you didn’t want to go to the costume party, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to stay home and fuck? Just look at this costume. I can’t return this now.’

Not a word from Pasquale, just lustful grunts. He was spreading my legs and lifting my butt cheeks.

‘Oh, Pasquale. Not so . . . Ohhhhh, Pasquale! You’re splitting me! Ohhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh! Gawd, Yesssssss! You . . . are . . . the . . . B-U-L-L!’

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Dan leaned down on his knees to inspect the damage. He could see how the bumper had been twisted and the bolts holding it were not aligned, as they should be. He stared at it, aware of how close Gideon was standing next to him. He could smell his cologne, despite the other scents of sweat and grease. He was tempted to look up at the young man standing next to him, but refrained, afraid of being caught.

He was excited, felt it in his own body as he reached out and moved the bumper a hair, seeing what he could, hoping that he could come up with a way to get the bolts off. Problem was, Gideon was there and he was definitely what Dan would call a stud. Only eighteen, he had the look of a seasoned stud. Problem for Dan was, was he into guys or girls? He had only recently moved into the house next door, with his sisters and parents, so it was hard to tell.

Gideon was nearly 6 foot, thin but not overly thin. Still growing, and he had the curliest blond hair Dan had ever seen. The mass of curls were normally hidden by a stocking cap Gideon always wore, but now and then Dan had seen him without it. Each time he got an instant hard on, and here he was, in touching distance from that stud.

Funny how things worked out. It was perhaps the longest conversation they had, and yet as he stared at the bent bolt, he couldn’t help but feel like he was on some sort of inspection. He could feel those powder blue eyes staring at him, and he wondered if Gideon was checking out his butt. For a second, he hoped he didn’t have plumper but, where his ass crack was showing, but there was no way to check, without tipping his hand. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead, not from the weather, but the closeness of Gideon.

He couldn’t help it. The guy was a dream, and Dan was a tart. He loved young guys like Gideon, who were in their prime. Course he wasn’t old himself, but still the idea of undressing Gideon, of touching his naked body. Now that was something to fantasize about. To be able to run his hand down his body, to see the muscles in his stomach ripple to his touch.

Then the idea of reaching out, twisting a nipple or two, then maybe lean in forward, kiss them, lick them, then perhaps tease one with a small little nibble. That would be fun, as much as it would be to feel Gideon shiver to his loving caresses. He’d like that, to run his hand up and down that perfect chiselled chest. To feel the muscles beneath the soft golden flesh. It had to be golden all over, least judging from his arms. The sun tan didn’t seem to end where his sleeves were, so obviously he was tanned all over.

Thing is, it would be fun to find the tan lines, if there were any. To stand next to him, to gently reach out and undo his jeans, to let the zipper slowly down, then to spread open the jeans. He’d be wearing thong undies, of that he was certain. I mean no way the undies he had seen on the clothes line belonged to his father. They had to be his, and the colors were interesting.

Then, once he had the pants open, he’s gently lower them, to let them naturally slide down his long legs. He liked that in his men, to have long legs. It made it so much fun when you hitched them up over your shoulder. Dan would like that as well, to feel the warmth of Gideon’s body next to his own. It would be a toss up, as to who would quiver the most. Him or Gideon, and given that Gideon was eighteen, well maybe he would tremble the most. That too made him sweat a bit, to think of maybe being the first for the young man.

He coughed, knowing how wild sex could be with a virgin stud like Gideon. Naturally he was assuming that, but then he hadn’t seen him with any girls, or guys, for that matter. In fact, Gideon came across as a loner, but then he was always rushing off somewhere most of the times Dan had seen him. Still, he’d be fun, virgin or not. And by his looks, he was certain that Gideon was not only hung, but had an uncut penis.

There was no explaining it, but he seemed to always be able to tell those kind of things. Maybe it was a knack or some trait that tipped him off, but the idea of Gideon having an uncut cock was almost paralysing. Dan loved his cocks uncut, the way he would see them at first, usually the foreskin covering up the cock head.

Then after a few kisses, some fondling and hugging, the head would slowly poke out. He’d love to see that with Gideon, to be able to reach down with his hand, to lightly run his finger along the shaft. To feel the skin move under his touch, to hear Gideon suck in his breath. To feel the excitement grow, to hear the panting afterwards, was intoxicating to him.

Just to be able to touch him, to fondle the cock, then the balls. He felt certain Gideon had nice balls. Probably not much hair there, and he did wonder if he was a natural blonde. Be fun to find out, to unwrap the package, so to speak. Dan knew how hard it would be, to contain himself, to let the pants fall down, to let Gideon place his own hands on Dan’s shoulders, as he stepped out of the pants.

That touch would be amazing, scintillating even. If he had done it right, he would be looking down, staring at a pair of multi colored bikini underwear, with a rather nice tent shape to it. He’ naturally let himself slowly fall down to his knees, touching and caressing the young man’s body, on the way down.

He’d maybe lick at his belly button, then perhaps slowly kiss the belly, as his hands would run up and down the naked thighs. He’d feel the muscles there, feel them shiver to his touch, quiver in anticipation. Dan would love that part, and he knew it would get his own dick harder than steel. That would be the hard part, to attend to Gideon and not be naked himself. To not be able to reach down and grab his own cock, to shake it or stroke it once or twice would be unbearable pain, but he’d endure it, if it meant being able to suck on Gideon’s cock.

Dan knew he wouldn’t rush it. He’d maybe let the cock alone even, at first. He’d stare at it, then maybe kiss the belly just above the pubic hairs. Then maybe even lick at the flesh and move to the side, to kiss the inside of one thigh. He’d love to just let his nose breathe in the aroma that all men had. It would be something, to be able to take deep breathes of his smell, his aroma. It would make his being dressed harder to cope with, but fuck it. He’d survive, because he’d have his nose there, smelling, enjoying the young virgin body.

Gideon would be leaning forward, his hands would begin to dig into his shoulders, as he kissed the inner thigh. He’d make sure to take his time, to lick at the tender flesh. He’d tease the cock too, by maybe fondling the balls while he kissed the inside of Gideon’s leg. Then, when he thought it was right, he’d let his head move over, and stare at the cock. It would be nearly fully aroused, and he’d let his fingers run across the protruding shaft. He’d touch him under the shaft, let a wet finger maybe run underneath, and watch the cock jerk a bit to his touch. It would most likely have some precum beginning to show, which he’d ignore while he would lick at him, where his crotch joined his legs. He’d dig his face in, lick it lightly, increasing pressure with each lick, each taste.

Gideon would moan, maybe even whimper. He struck him as that type. It would only make him keep pace, not rush. He’d then slowly let his tongue make Gideon quiver more. He’d reach down, and slowly lick at the balls, very very lightly. He wanted to arouse every nerve the young man had in his body. Licking the sac, then under the sac, then the sac again would work best.

Only then, would he slowly suck in a ball. He’d gradually fill his mouth with Gideon’s ball, then he’d suck harder, letting his tongue play with first one ball, then move over to take the other inside his mouth. He’d kiss them, lick them, and taste them. At the same time he’d be running his hands up and down Gideon’s sides, his hips, his lower torso. He’d let his fingers pinch maybe, but not too hard at the flesh. He just wanted to keep the waves of pleasure rolling.

Then, when he felt a shudder, he’d let the balls free. They would be coated in his saliva, and then he’d let his fingers start to prod at the groin. He’d run his fingers through the pubic hairs, twisting them. Every now and then he’d lean inwards, kissing and sucking on some part of the young man’s groin. He’d nibble even, but not taking the cock, least not right away.

It would be now that he’d lean back, stare at the cock and if there was enough showing, he’d let his tongue flick out, just far enough to grab hold of the oozing precum. He’d take it, swallow it and make sure Gideon could hear him swallow. Then he’d slowly take one hand, and wrap the fingers gently around the base. He’d place each finger lightly, then slowly increase their pressure around the shaft. He’d do it until he heard a small moan or groan, or felt the hands dig into his shoulders harder.

Finally he would have it held tightly. He’d slowly let his hand slide up the shaft, pushing the skin until once more the foreskin was hiding the red mottled cock head. Then he’d go back down, but this time pulling the skin with his fingers. As the head would begin to show again, he’d lean in more, let his tongue lick the head, swirl around it and taste it. His lips would press up against the head, as his hand pulled the skin back, making its way to the base.

As his hand would touch the groin, he’d let his lips part and begin to move his head forward. He’ let his lips surround the hot head, take it very slowly into his mouth, coating it with more of his saliva. Then once he had the head inside, he’d bring his hand back up the throbbing pole, and as it got up to the head, he’s take his mouth off, let his hand swirl around the head, smearing his saliva and coat the throbbing shaft, as he would move back down to the groin. His fingers would hold him hard, taking the skin back. He’d lean back inside.

His lips would once more press on the head, then part and let the head enter his mouth again. He’d relax his throat as this time he wouldn’t stop with just the head in his mouth. He’d slowly feed his mouth the whole cock, letting it all slide inside. He’d kiss and lick at it, as best as he could. The free hand would be reaching up and rubbing Gideon’s stomach, his other hand holding the cock steady while he sucked on it.

The taste would drive him nuts, he knew that, but then he liked that taste. Gideon’s would be salty, not sweet. He just knew it, as he thought about how long it would take before Gideon would be digging his fingers deep into his shoulder. He’d be pushing his hips forward too, as he would try to drive that cock into Dan’s mouth further. He would let him too, let it go down into his throat, as far as possible. He’d keep on taking it, until his nose was pressed deep into the side of Gideon’s thigh.

His own breathing would be short, but he’d manage. He’d breathe through his nose, as he would suck on the cock. Gideon could shake, wiggle, gyrate, whatever. He wouldn’t let go of the throbbing cock, until he would feel the head rear back. That would be the signal to get ready. He would know, without having to hear Gideon yell or scream. He’d know, and be ready. His throat would be relaxed, and he’d be waiting for when the head would suddenly jerk forward.

Gideon would shoot his first load, it would be hard and thick. Dan knew it would be a lot too. The first load would make Gideon tremble. He’d have to let go of the cock, and use both hands to hold the shaking young man’s body. He’d have to place his hands quickly around his hips, to hold them as Gideon let his body explode inside of his mouth. He’d feel it, but more than that, he’d be tasting it. He’d taste the saltiness to where it might even make him gag a little, but it didn’t matter. It would be Gideon’s.

Dan would swallow as fast as he could, so that Gideon could keep on filling his throat, his mouth with his milk. He’d dig his fingers in, to hold the hips steady, to let the cock rear back and spring forward as many times as it could, each time filling his mouth with it’s seed. He loved to taste cum, would swoon for Gideon’s, but he’d keep his head.

He’d not disappoint him, and he would keep on sucking, draining every drop of that precious fluid. He’d let it fill his stomach if he could, swallowing as much as possible. Sure, some might dribble out the corner’s of his mouth, but he’d lick that off afterwards. It was important to take as much fresh as possible, the remnants would be afterwards.

Gideon would be moaning constantly, as his body would unload its milk. He would stagger and fall if he didn’t make sure to hold him hard and tightly at the hips. He would know it was over, for the moment, when he would feel Gideon’s hands let go, feel the fingers relax. He’d feel the pain then, but it didn’t matter. It would have been worth it. His own hands would relax too, still grasping Gideon’s hips. Then he’d feel the cock, feel the taut skin going slack, and he would let the cock slowly draw out from between his lips.

He’d kiss it as it came free. He’d then lick his lips, taking the remnants of Gideon’s cum into his mouth, swallowing one more time. Then, and only then, would he look up at the still shaking body that leaned on him. His eyes would stare up at the golden flesh of Gideon’s quivering stomach. He’d watch the muscles slowly relax, and then he’d lean back, slowly letting Gideon stand back up on his own, without him having to support him.

Dan would feel the pain then, and his legs would be cramped. He’d have to stand up, and in doing so, he’d let Gideon kiss him, as well as guide his hands down to his own pants. It would be his turn, and he just knew that Gideon wouldn’t hesitate. The ache in his groin would be eased, and hopefully the ache in his ass would be satisfied too, right after he filled Gideon’s mouth with his own milk.

The pain in his legs, made him shake his head. He could feel the ache growing, when he realized that Gideon was saying something. He looked up and over, to see a worried look on the young man’s face.

‘What? You say something?’

‘You okay?’

‘Huh? Oh, yeah, uh the bolt, it’ll take a bit, but I can get it off. Just need a few tools.’

‘Cool’

Dan slowly got up, the ache in his legs making him realize he wasn’t eighteen anymore. The pain in his crotch however, made him realize just how much he wanted Gideon, as he turned around, to go get some tools. He kept his front hidden, afraid the young man would notice the tell tale package. He felt awkward, realizing how much he wanted Gideon, realizing how he had been lost daydreaming about him.

Yelling he’d be back in a few minutes, Dan jogged back to his house, knowing he’d have to jerk off as soon as he could. It was unbearable, the way his mind had drifted off, and now his body wouldn’t let him forget either.

If only Gideon would follow.

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This story takes place in early October, 1965.

‘Fuckin’ bus!’ I murmur quietly to myself. ‘Goddamn fuckin’ bus! I’m standing here for 20 fuckin’ minutes and no fuckin’ bus.’

The only time I cuss is when nobody can hear me… it seems like it’s liberating or something. Of course, I’d never do it around someone else. I have a reputation at school of being a preppy square, and I guess I am. Whenever I try cussing with other people round, it just sounds really stupid.

So where’s the fuckin’ bus? I wish Mom had let me borrow her car. Actually, what I REALLY wish is that I didn’t have to do this school work on a Saturday. I’d much rather be hanging out with Doug on an Indian Summer day like this than doing research for that term paper. Maybe I can hitch a ride to get down there quicker.

My thumb is out for less than 5 minutes, and a car’s pulling over. DAMN! Look at that awesome car! Not only is it a red Mustang — my absolute favorite car — but it’s also a fastback! I haven’t seen one in real life before, but I sure love looking at pictures of them. And I’m about to be riding in one! Wait until I tell Doug; he’ll be SO jealous.

The guy rolls down the passenger-side window. ‘Where you headed?’

‘The central library, downtown.’

‘You’re in luck. I live about two blocks from there. I can take you the whole way. Hop in!’

This is so amazing! A black interior. Manual shift. And one of those new 8-track tape players I’ve been reading about… playing the Beatles’ new album — ‘Rubber Soul’!

‘Nice car, mister! REALLY nice car!’

‘Thanks. I just got it two weeks ago when the ’66 model year came out.’

The car pulls out from the curb quickly.

‘That a 3-speed or a 4?’ I ask, trying to sound knowledgeable.

‘A four. It’s got a 289 V-8 under the hood… 325 horses.’

‘Wow!’

Wait ’til I tell Doug! This is so great!

‘Doing some research at the library, huh?’ he says, looking over at me. ‘Which college do you go to?’

Is he teasing me or something? I give a little laugh and look over at his face. No, he’s serious. ‘I’m a senior in high school, sir,’ I say. And even though I just turned 18, I’ve always looked a lot younger than my age. If you had to guess, you’d probably think I was 14 or 15.

‘Really? I could have sworn you were older.’

I smile. I guess he just being nice, but it makes me feel good to hear him say it.

I wonder how old the man is. Maybe 30? 35? 40? Dad is 42, and he looks a LOT older than this guy, but maybe that’s because Dad

is getting bald and a little fat.

‘My name is David, by the way.’ He reaches his hand over and I shake it.

‘Pleased to meet you. I’m Trey.’

‘Good name,’ he says. ‘You must be a ‘The Third’. I went to school with a Trey and a Trip. So, is your real name something like Thurston Howell III?’

I laugh out loud at the reference to Glligan’s Island.

‘Close. My real first name is Emerson. Pretty bad, huh?’

‘Well, ‘Trey’ is a lot better. So where do you go to school?’

I jab my thumb over toward the imposing group of stone buildings that we’re just now passing. ‘Glenrich.’

‘A prep school boy, eh? I was too. I went to Saint Andrew’s.’

It’s my school’s arch-rival… an all-boys school, like Glenrich.

‘But I wish my parents had sent me to Glenrich,’ he continues. ‘You go to the best school in the state.’

Wow! That makes me feel proud… especially hearing it from a Saint Andrew’s grad.

‘Do you hitch rides very often?’ he asks.

‘Sometimes. Usually when I’m with my friend.’

‘I used to hitch a lot when I was in high school. I met all kinds of interesting people.’

We drive along for another minute without talking, as the song ‘Norwegian Wood’ plays.

‘Have you ever had a guy pick you up and want you to do stuff with him?’ he asks, looking over at me with an interested expression on his face.

I wonder what he means by that? ‘I don’t think so.’

‘I was hitching one time, and this guy asked if he could stroke my cock as we drove along. And I didn’t have to do anything to him… just let him stroke it and make me feel good.’

I feel a sudden tightness in my chest. ‘Did you do it?’ I ask after a moment of awkward silence.

‘At first I was thinking: no way I’m letting some stranger play with my cock. Then I thought to myself: well heck, my friends

and I get together sometimes and feel up each others’ boners, and I really enjoy it… so why not. So I went ahead and did it. And when he had finished, I felt like I was floating on a cloud! I guess you’ve had that same feeling all the time when you jack you off… right?’ He’s saying all this in a completely normal tone of voice!

I’m so embarrassed that I can’t even look at him. My eyes are pointing straight ahead, but not really seeing anything. I just nod my head. I hope the man doesn’t notice how intensely my face is blushing.

‘What would you say if a man asked you the same question?’

I glance toward him. My eyes fix on his right hand, resting on top of the gear-shift, kind of massaging the leather-covered

knob.

‘Would you let a guy stroke your cock for a few minutes? And you wouldn’t have to do anything in return?’ I stare at his hand

moving sensuously up and down on the shifter knob… like he’s masturbating a cock-head! ‘What if I asked you to let me do it to you?’

I don’t know what to say. There’s this feeling in my chest that’s like a combination of fear, excitement, and embarrassment. My mind is replaying the warnings Mom and Dad gave me years ago about being cautious of strangers. But then I’m thinking about

the times a couple years ago when Doug and I felt up each other’s boners. And how good it felt. And how much I’ve wished we had done it again since then. And how often I think about Doug’s hand on my cock when I’m beating off. I want to let the man do it, but I’m totally nervous about it.

Oh, God! I can feel my dick getting REALLY stiff in my khakis.

The man’s words break through my daze. ‘It’ll feel really good,’ he says. ‘It sure felt that way for me, that time when I was your age. And it isn’t like doing it with a guy at school… someone that you’ll see every day. That can be embarrassing sometimes. And I’ll bet you haven’t gotten any of those frigid prep school girls to do it for you yet.’

His hand lifts off the shifter, and moves toward my lap. It comes to rest on my knee and just sits there for a minute.

‘OK?’ he asks calmly.

I can barely speak. ‘OK.’ It’s almost a whisper.

His hand slides up toward my crotch. My boner is aching… as hard as I’ve ever felt it… and he squeezes it gently through

the material.

‘Undo your pants and slide them down a little,’ he says in a pleasant conversational voice… as if this is a perfectly normal thing to be doing as we drive along.

I unzip them and expose my underpants. The bulge is even more prominent beneath the snug white cotton material.

‘Your underwear too… slide them down so I can see your cock. I can tell you have a really nice one.’

I tug down the waistband as I lift my butt off the car seat, and pull up my shirt a little.

‘Yeah! It’s VERY nice!’ he says, as his warm hand slips around my erection. My body flinches slightly at his touch. ‘Relax,’

he says, as his fingers gently caress my rock-hard cock, and his thumb rubs lightly along the ridge of my circumcised cock-head.

I gasp almost silently as the pleasure of his touch runs through me.

‘You’ve got a really handsome a cock,’ he says. ‘The perfect size.’

I’ve only seen one other guy’s boner… Doug’s… and that was two years ago. His was about 5 inches long, like mine, so I guess that’s just right.

His hand begins to move up and down in a slow, gentle jacking motion. I sigh with pleasure. He moves a little faster, stroking a little more firmly. ‘You like that?’ he asks.

‘Oh, yessss!’ He doesn’t really need to ask. My body is already doing the talking… tensing, shuddering… my hips rising up as

he masturbates me.

He brakes for a red light and removes his hand to put the shifter in neutral, then immediately moves it back to my boner. Damn,

this is so good!

He removes his hand again when he starts up and quickly shifts through the gears. Then back to my cock again. This time he’s

going faster… stroking with almost the same cadence that I use when I beat off… but it’s so much more intense than the feel of

my own hand!

I know I can’t last long. I never do. I just want to feel that blast of incredible pleasure as fast as possible.

‘I’ll bet you shoot a lot of sperm when you cum, huh?’ he asks as he concentrates his strokes on my cock-head, pushing me higher.

‘Huh? I dunno… I guess so.’ The words come in gasps as the pleasure builds. Fact is, I don’t really know if I cum a lot. I’ve never seen another guy do it; just heard guys talk about it.

And just as I feel that wonderful pressure building up as I approach the blast-off point… he stops! Just plain… stops.

His hand goes to the knobs of his tape deck and turns up the volume of the Beatles’ song ‘I’m Looking Through You’, then to the steering wheel.

‘Hey! I thought you were gonna….’ My words drift off. I realize he didn’t say he was going to make me cum. My dark red

boner is pulsating visibly, and I’m so incredibly horny. I’d finish myself off in about 15 seconds if I was alone.

‘Yeah; I was about to make you shoot your load, and that would have been really cool. But I figured you didn’t want to get it

all over your khakis and that nice oxford shirt you’re wearing.’

‘Oh… yeah.’ I pull up my pants and fasten them over my throbbing cock.

‘I’ve got an idea, though. How about we go to my apartment, and I can give you a really fantastic cum?’

I almost blurt out ‘YES’, but then I think maybe it’s not such a good idea. ‘Don’t go with strangers’ says the voice in my head.

‘I dunno… I gotta do research for my term paper, and….’

‘Like I said, I live only two blocks from the library. I could even give you a ride back to your neighborhood when you’re done with your research. What do you say?’

‘Gosh… I don’t….’

‘Do you know what a blow-job is?’

I nod. A bunch of us guys were talking about it just the other day when we were hanging out by the athletic field after lunch.

‘Ever had one?’

I shake my head. Of course I haven’t. I’ve never even made out with a girl, much less had one suck my cock.

‘I’ll give a blow-job like you wouldn’t believe,’ he says, as our eyes met. ‘I really enjoy giving pleasure to good-looking guys like you, and I wouldn’t expect you to do anything in return. If anything makes you uncomfortable, then we won’t do it. And

you can just walk out anytime you like.’

His hand is back on my leg, rubbing gently along my inner thigh.

‘You won’t believe how good it feels to have a skillful mouth pleasuring your cock,’ he continues. ‘I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in you life. OK?’

My brain is full of mixed signals, bouncing all around. Do it, Trey. (No; it’s dangerous.) Don’t be a wimp; do it. (But I

don’t really know him.) He wants to give me a BLOW JOB for Christ’s sake! And he seems like a really nice guy. And I’m so

damned horny….

I just can’t pass up this opportunity. ‘OK,’ I say, and give him a nervous smile.

In a few minutes we drive past the massive downtown library and turn into an alley behind a row of historic-looking townhouses.

He parks behind a house at mid-block, and I follow him through the back door.

‘The good thing about the first-floor apartment is that I can come in the back,’ he says. ‘The people who live on the upper

three floors have to use the front door. How about something to drink? I’ve got coke, ginger ale, iced tea….’

‘A coke would be fine, sir!’ I say.

‘Please, Trey; call me David.’

‘OK… David,’ I say with a smile.

I look around the place. The fireplace and windows and stuff are old-fashioned looking, but the furniture is really modern… like

in a movie or something.

I sit on a firm low sofa as he brings me the soda.

‘I’ll just be a minute, straightening up the bedroom. Feel free to look at those magazines if you like.’ He gestures to the

stack on the glass coffee table in front of me.

I eagerly pick up the top one. The cover has a picture of a naked woman, a beautiful blond, posing on the beach. The words

are in some foreign language. Like Scandinavian, or something. I flip through it. WOW! I’ve seen Playboys, but never one like this. The women have hair on their pussies (in Playboy they’re always bald), and you can see their… you know… their cunts.

And they’re all incredibly beautiful. I pick up the next magazine. Same weird language, and this time it’s men and women together. And the men have boners! Really BIG ones! And they’re doing real sex stuff… you know, fucking and sucking! These are things I’ve talked about with Doug and some of the other guys, and I fantasize about it when I beat off, but I’ve sure never seen it before.

And then my eyes focus on the next magazine on the pile… all the pictures are of men… all with big boners… posing by themselves or in pairs… stroking their cocks… stroking each other’s cocks! They look like college-age guys, and they all have really nice athletic bodies. I’m staring at a full-page picture of a muscular blond guy standing naked outside in a meadow, having his boner sucked by a guy who’s kneeling in front of him. My brain is blazing with pure lust and my cock is throbbing like crazy in my pants.

‘Are you ready to try that?’

I jump at the sound of David’s voice. He walked up behind me while I was totally captivated by the magazine. He’s wearing one

of those silk bathrobes like Hugh Hefner wears… what’s it called… a smoking jacket? I don’t think he has anything on

underneath it.

‘Come on back and I’ll take care of that handsome cock of yours.’

I follow him into the bedroom. Man! It’s like something out of James Bond, with an enormous modern-style bed, low to the floor.

The lights are dim, and soft jazzy music is playing on a stereo.

‘How about you take off your pants?’ he asks.

I nod, and sit down on the bed, kick off my loafers, pull off the socks, and then slide off my khakis. I feel a little awkward

about the bulge in my underwear and let my shirt cover it.

He gets a pillow and positions it in the middle of the bed behind me. ‘Lay back and get comfortable.’

I fall back onto the incredibly-smooth sheet (is it satin?), with my legs over the side of the bed. David kneels on the floor and

spreads my knees apart. His hands slide up each of my legs, and when they get to my crotch he gently massages the front of my

underwear. My cock is already rock-hard, and my whole body shivers at his touch.

‘White briefs are so sexy,’ he murmurs, as if talking to himself.

I don’t know about my underpants being sexy. Right now, all I care about is this strong urge to have a cum. To be specific, having a cum in David’s mouth.

Still fondling my covered boner, he reaches up with the other hand and unbuttons my shirt, pushing it to the sides. His hand

wanders over my chest. I don’t have much of a build… too skinny and not much muscle… but I’m pretty sure he likes the way my body looks.

His face dips onto my crotch, and he kisses my cock through the material of my underwear. And he’s rubbing his nose against it too… as if he likes the way it smells! Then his fingers slide inside the waistband, and he pulls my underwear over my cock and then down my legs. Now I’m completely naked, except for my open shirt. I’m a little nervous, but mostly REALLY turned on.

‘Ready to get sucked, Trey?’ he says, with a little wink.

‘Yeah!’ I reply, and bite my lower lip in anticipation.

His right hand circles my cock and gives the taut skin a few gentle strokes. It’s leaking that fluid out of the piss-slit. His mouth comes down, and his tongue swipes at the end of my cock-head. Oh, yeah! And now… oh, God!… now his lips have encircled the whole head, and his tongue is swirling all over it.

Oh, Jesus! My entire body is shaking as his lips move down the shaft!

So this is a blow-job! No wonder guys talk about it with awe!

His lips and tongue are going wild, moving up and down all over the top half of my cock. The sounds of his eager slurping combine with my moans of ecstatic pleasure. I hear little

sighs of satisfaction coming from David’s throat, even though his mouth is full.

I feel like I’m gonna cum REALLY soon at this rate! He must realize it too, and he lifts his mouth away.

‘Don’t want it to end too soon. The longer the stimulation, the better the orgasm is. But I’ll bet you already know that from

jacking off,’ he says with a smile.

I smile back, but I don’t really know what he’s talking about. I always just beat off as fast as I can.

My cock is twitching… aching for more. David runs his hands along my belly and up to my chest. His fingertips gently pinch

my nipples, which are totally stiff at his touch. Then his hands roam all over my body… massaging my shoulders, carressing my

hairless armpits, stroking down my legs… even feeling my feet! This feels good, but I really want my boner in his mouth again.

‘I want you to….’ I feel shy asking for this, but… ‘I mean, would you… suck my cock some more.’

‘Absolutely!’ he says. He doesn’t seem at all annoyed by my impatience.

His mouth envelops my cock-head again, and this time it slides more than half-way down the shaft! Jeez, this is so intense! His lips slide back up to the head, and then plunge again, taking in even more of my boner. His hand goes to my balls, and he

gently fondles them as his mouth rides up and down on my cock. Oh, Christ! My boner is going all the way into his throat! Shit! That feels so incredible! And I can hardly believe my eyes as I watch my entire cock being swallowed. He’s going faster. The stimulation is so strong! It’s so good… so

fucking intense! I feel the orgasm building up inside me… getting close… oh, yeah! Suck me; suck me; suck me….

‘Yes! SUCK ME! Oh God, yes! I’m gonna… YESSSS!’

I ride an incredible wave of pleasure as my cock pumps its load, accompanied by body-wracking spasms. He’s sucking the cum right out of me, and I keep shooting spurt after spurt.

Oh, Jesus that’s good! And he’s still working my boner with his mouth. He’s not sucking hard and fast anymore, but my cock-head is still in his mouth — he must have swallowed every drop of my cum! — and his tongue is lightly dancing on the super-sensitive flesh. He’s keeping me in a zone of total pleasure… anything more would be too intense. He wasn’t kidding about being good at this!

Agghh! I just felt another squirt of cum shoot out of my cock into his mouth! I thought I’d finished cumming!

Finally his mouth lifts from my cock.

‘You came a bucket-load, Trey. That was incredible! Thanks.’

I smile, feeling dazed. Then I think to myself: he shouldn’t be thanking me! It should be the other way around.

‘We could quit now, and you can go to the library whenever you catch your breath. Or maybe you’d like to stay around a bit longer and I can give you another orgasm. I’ll bet a stud like you has plenty of cum for a second go-round in a few minutes. What do you say?’

My brain’s reaction is instantaneous: Of course I’ll stay! Our eyes meet and we both smile.

‘OK.’

‘Let’s take a break first. Shift over so we can sit together.’

He motions me around so I’m leaning back on pillows propped against the headboard, and he sits down next to me. His robe falls open, and his boner is sticking up really stiff. Man! He’s got a good one! Maybe an inch longer than mine, and a little fatter. He gives it a few strokes, knowing I’m staring.

‘Want to play with it?’ he asks.

Yeah, I want to! But I hesitate for some reason. ‘Uh; I don’t…’

‘That’s alright, Trey. Like I said, you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Here; let’s look at some

hot pictures.’

He opens the drawer in a bedside table and pulls out a magazine containing pictures of three older-teenage boys, all naked, with

hard cocks… and having various kinds of 3-way sex! I stare at pictures that show them lying on their sides in a circle, each

one sucking a cock and also getting sucked. As I flip through the magazine, there’s one of them on his knees, sucking two cocks

at once! And then there’s a sequence with one of the boys on his back with his legs spread apart and pulled back… and another

boy has his boner sticking deep in the guy’s asshole! And the third one is kneeling next to the first one’s head, getting his cock sucked.

David’s fingers lightly graze my bare thigh, and I shiver at the stimulation. His hand slides up and begins playing with my balls.

I look away from the magazine, and down at my crotch. My dick is getting hard again!

‘Want to try some of those things?’ he asks, as his hand starts stroking my stiffening penis, gently and sensuously.

‘I’d like… I mean… I’m not sure.’ I just don’t know about sucking his cock. I’ve never even imagined doing that before. As for having David put his big cock into my asshole….

‘Would you fuck me?’ he asks. His hand is stroking a little more firmly now, and I’m fully hard. ‘I know you’ll like it… it’s

even better than fucking a girl.’

‘Really?’ Until today, the thought of fucking a girl was the pinnacle of my sexual fantasies.

‘I guarantee it,’ he says. His free hand reaches over and flips the magazine pages to the last one. The boy who’s doing the

fucking is having his orgasm, and he looks like he’s in heaven!

‘I’ll try,’ I say, looking back at David’s face.

He seems REALLY happy. He lets go of my cock and takes off his robe. He’s completely naked, and his body is slender and smooth.

He’s not all hairy like a lot of men I see at the pool… just a little on his chest. His 7-inch cock is especially nice, and his pube hair seems short, like maybe he trims it or something. He reaches over to the bedside table, getting what looks like a tube of toothpaste.

‘This is lube,’ he says. ‘Excellent for jacking off; essential for fucking a guy.’

He squirts a big glob on his right hand and rubs it around with two fingers of his left. Then he starts stroking my cock again,

much more firmly than before, and it feels amazing with the lube! It’s almost like a completely new sensation compared to regular

masturbating. I need to get some of that stuff to use at home!

David gets on his back next to me and puts a pillow underneath his butt. He rubs some of the lubricant stuff around his asshole with left hand, while he starts stroking his own cock with the right. Then he pulls his legs way back and spreads them apart.

‘Kneel between my legs and slide your cock in. It’ll feel great!’

I’m partly grossed-out, part horny… but the horny part is definitely winning. I get in the same position as the guy in the magazine and use my hand to direct my cock to the hole.

‘Go ahead… fuck me real good!’ he says eagerly.

I push forward. Won’t this hurt him? It seems so tight. But as I push harder, David’s asshole seems to open up for me to enter. My boner slides forward into the tight warmth. And then it gets even tighter… oh, man… so good! My hands are resting on the

backs of his legs, and my hips thrust forward, trying to shove my cock all the way in at once.

‘Take it slow, Trey…. You’re doing great!’

My body wants to hump into him really fast… I feel my hips twitching in anticipation. I feel like I could cum in a minute if I just let my body do what it wants. But I make myself calm down. My cock pulls back slowly, being massaged by the tight, hot flesh of his asshole. Damn, that’s good! I ease in

again smoothly. Both of us groan with pleasure at the same time!

It’s like I already know how to do it, maybe from those times I humped my pillow on the bed, pretending it was a girl. But this

is 1000% better! Better than masturbating. Better even than the blow-job! David starts stroking his cock as I start fucking him

in a smooth, steady rhythm. I look down at his slippery hand beating off his handsome erection, and it makes me even more horny and excited.

‘Oh, God. You’re so incredible, Trey! Your cock is fantastic! You’re fucking me so good!’

‘Yeah!’ is all I can gasp in reply.

Oh, Jesus! I can feel his asshole clamping tight around my cock each time I plow into him. This is so wild!

I’m getting close! I can feel the pressure building! My hips start going nuts, fucking him faster and faster. We’re both grunting and gasping. I want it to last forever… but I also want to cum…. In fact, I need to cum RIGHT NOW!!!

‘Aggghhhh!!!’

My cock is spurting into his ass as I push in as deep as I can possibly go. He’s laying there with his eyes closed and his mouth gaping open, one hand still stroking his cock while the other cups his balls.

‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ I mutter in amazed, joyous ecstacy.

Did I really say that out loud? ‘Oh! Sorry!’ I tell David immediately.

‘No problem, I agree completely,’ he says, smiling up at me as he stops stroking his rigid cock.

My softening penis slips out of his reddened asshole.

‘Let me clean you up a bit,’ he says, reaching beside the bed and getting a damp wash cloth and a small towel. Man! He’s prepared for everything!

‘Do you think you’d like to try getting fucked?’ he asks as he cleans off my penis. ‘I’d take it really slow and gentle.’

‘I don’t know.’ David certainly enjoyed it, but…

‘No problem. I understand,’ he says immediately, a sympathetic look on his face. ‘You have a whole lifetime to try new things.’

I look down at his cock. It’s still totally stiff. Without really thinking, I reach out my hand and run my fingers along the shaft.

‘Could I just… you know… stroke you?’

‘Certainly! I’d love to have you jack me off,’ he says, as he leans back and stretches his body out on the bed. ‘How about if you put some lubricant on your hand.’

This is great! Stroking his boner with the slippery stuff feels so… I dunno; sensual, I guess. It’s so awesome to be beating

off another guy’s cock for the first time in my life. I kinda wish it was Doug I was stroking, but David’s cock is so big and sexy! And he’s really enjoying it. I must be doing it right.

‘That feels wonderful, Trey! Play with my balls too!’

My other hand reaches down and massages the thick eggs in the soft, dangling pouch.

‘Yes… squeeze then harder!’

I’m happy to comply. He’s made me feel really good… twice… and I want to repay it.

I’m beating off his cock fast and hard, and my hand tightens around his nuts.

‘Oh, God! YES! Keep going… keep stroking… squeeze those nuts…. Oh, YEAH!’

I’m grabbing his balls so hard that it’s gotta hurt! And my hand is stroking so hard and fast that my arm is getting tired. But I

keep going, giving him all I’ve got. And then his back arches, his breathing stops, and…

‘AHHHHHH!’

A long rope of cum shoots out of his cock as I keep stroking. Maybe 5 or 6 good shots follow, splattering across his chest and

belly. And more is flowing down onto my hand.

He covers my hand with his own, making me stop.

‘Good Lord, Trey! That was totally fantastic!’

I’m beaming with pride. I DID do a good job, didn’t I?

He takes the towel and wipes himself off, then hands it to me. When I’ve wiped the cum and lube off my hand, he pats the bed beside him, indicating that I should lay next to him. I snuggle up beside him, and he puts his arm around my shoulder. My head

rests on top of his bicep as we both lay there naked, the sides of our bodies pressing together.

It feels so good to relax like this. I hardly know David, but I now feel totally at ease with him. It’s so blissful just laying

here, listening to his breathing.

‘Guess you’d better be going to do your work pretty soon,’ he says after a long comfortable interval of silence. ‘Unless you’d like to stay for a little longer, of course. I’d love to give you another orgasm… and I could show you a few more ways of giving you pleasure.’

I think about it a moment. ‘Maybe I should get going.’ My sense of responsibility is stronger than my currently-diminished lust.

‘But do you think we could… some other time… maybe….’

‘I’d like that a lot. Let me write down my phone number for you.’

I watch while he gets up and walks across the room. I’m thinking more than ever how handsome he looks… and how sexy his naked

body is.

Maybe the library can wait for a while!

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‘God, Leon. An M-8 special? Eight? I have to take eight of them in one gig? And what the hell is an Edwardian?’ I knew what this was really about. I damn well knew that Leon was ticked because I had told him I was taking three months off.

‘Hey, you’re the one who told me in almost exactly the same breath that you were taking a whole chunk of time off but that you also needed a big-money assignment. Eight fucks in one night will be big bucks for you. And Edwardian would be Victorian era, like Lord Byron and Oscar Wilde. We’ve got stuff for that in the stockroom here…or near enough. You wouldn’t likely be wearing it for very long anyway.’

‘But eight men in one night, Leon. Can’t you . . . ?’

The voice on the phone went flat. Leon obviously wasn’t the least bit interested in helping me out here. ‘Do you want the assignment or not?’ he said in that ‘discussion closed’ voice he used when the big gang bang assignments came in and had to be allotted to someone…usually to whoever he was irritated with that week. And the chief irritant obviously was me this week. I didn’t have much leverage if I was planning to set the contract aside for a large chunk of time anyway. And I had no intention of telling him why I had to do that. I’m sure he wouldn’t have approved of what I was going to do with the time.

‘As I said, it’s big bucks. We’ve got other studs here who would take it in heartbeat. But these guys asked for you specifically.’

‘Asked for me specifically?’ I asked. Suddenly I was a little interested in this. ‘And so, if you give them what they want, it will be costing a bit more if it’s really, really inconvenient for me to do the night?’ I asked. ‘You’ll pay me more than scale for this?’

Heavy breathing on the other end; Leon trying his best not to explode, maybe even popping a couple of those ulcer pills of his.

‘Yes, of course, he said at last. A 25 percent bonus. I was going to tell you about that anyway, but you haven’t given me a chance.’

Sure, like hell you were going to do that for me, I thought to myself. But it was big bucks, and after you’ve had the first four cocks inside you in an evening, I guess cocks seven and eight wouldn’t mean much.

‘So, who are these guys? And do they have a track record with us?’ I asked. ‘And who gets off on a stripper dressed in stuffy old Victorian costume?’

‘I don’t know who they are,’ Leon answered. ‘This is the first time they’ve used us. As far as I can determine, it’s some sort of small rich men’s club that meets every couple of months. I guess they’re bored with fucking each other and wanted a little spice in their lives.’

I took the job, and beyond that initial whining…which we all did so management would know who was taking the brunt of this operation…I didn’t let Leon know how angry I was that he had come to me with this assignment. I knew what this was all about. This was all about me taking three months off from their call boy stable. I knew I was one of their biggest money earners. And I knew they’d feel my absence in their pocketbooks too.

The costume looked good on me, even though it was too warm. The Edwardians were stuffy and so were their clothes. They seemed intent on covering everything in hot fabric, which wasn’t anything like the amount of coverage male strippers usually had, even at the beginning of the gig. But the Edwardians seemed pretty a contradiction, too. The costume was actually pretty sexy in its own way. I’d heard that the Victorians were stuffy on the surface but that they could be quite sensual people under all of that…and I knew that they had done some pretty wild partying in their era. This was borne out by what I had to wear.

The billowy white shirt, with a flamboyant red cravat thing at the neck, looked good on me, especially topped by the tight form-fitting vest. The coat over that was pretty bulky, but that would go as soon as I entered the door, I knew. But what really showed the interesting little contradictions of the Victorian era were the trousers. They were tight-legged and so tight in the crotch that you could see exactly which side my cock was dressed on and you could follow it’s entire length down the inside of my thigh. I told the dresser I thought I must have gotten trousers a couple of sizes too small, but he just snorted his prissy little snort and said this was exactly the way the Edwardians, and that, in fact, Prince Albert, Queen Victoria’s husband and the most Edwardian of the Edwardians, was well known for dressing down the left side contrary to the style of the time to dress down the right side. He apparently had the whole high society changing sides overnight, so whatever he was offering had to be readily apparent. Whatever, I thought this was a sexy idea that probably wasn’t lost on the Victorians…apparently very modest dress, but putting the goods very much on display. I saw this as well in the bodice cleavage of those Victorian women who otherwise were buried in yards and yards of billowy material.

‘A fashion revolution about where you put your cock and how you put it on display when you weren’t fucking,’ I said. And then I laughed at my own joke, and the dresser laughed with me as he patted down my dressing to the left. He’d been trying to get my attention since I’d started working here. I wasn’t interested, but at least it kept him laughing at my jokes. And he got a good feel off it, so we both left happy.

Later that evening, as I walked along Rodeo Drive in my Edwardian costume and with a shiny black beaver-skin top hat at a jaunty angle on my head, I decided this Victorian shit wasn’t half bad. I was attracting a good bit of favorable attention, and if I’d left for the evening’s work an hour or two earlier, I think I probably could have made a couple of hundred extra bucks in incidental blow jobs along the way.

I was surprised when I finally found the address I was looking for. There aren’t that many of these old brick pile buildings left in downtown L.A., if indeed there ever had been many of them. I didn’t know much about architecture, but if someone had given me a picture book and told me to pick out an Edwardian building, this one probably would have been my pick.

It wasn’t a house, though, or even a gentleman’s club, which is what I was sort of expecting. It was professional offices. And the address I was looking for proved to be a plush doctor’s office that took up most of the building’s second floor.

The place had good security. I had to stand out on the big porch on the front and ring the office. After a husky voice verified who I was, I was buzzed in. And then I had to repeat myself through a solid-looking door at the top of the main staircase and stand back for inspection through an eyehole.

When the door was opened, I immediately caught onto why they were so cautious about opening it up for just anyone. The man at the door…and all of the men I saw beyond that standing around in little groups with wine glasses and cigars…were stark naked. There were more than eight of them, which irritated me a little. I’d have to keep count while they were doing me so I’d know they weren’t throwing a freebee in…and there was always the possibility that they would just force the extra dicking count. If so, I’d take it in my stride and keep count and take it up with Leon later. I’d learned that if you got too huffy about it, the situation might get a little dicey. Still, it was quite bothersome that there were more than eight of them.

The good news was that most of them were in fine shape, even though most of them appeared to be in their forties and fifties.

They welcomed me nicely and plied me with a glass of wine…well, several glasses of wine…and they didn’t seem to be in any sort of rush for either a striptease or the gang fuck they had paid for.

We were in some sort of plush waiting room that was decorated more like a period parlor…like the building in a style I’d pick out as Victorian if I knew any more about furniture styles than I knew about architecture. One of the older men, very possibly the doctor whose name was on the door of this office suite, walked me around the room to show me off to his fellow club members. In each group, I was engaged in some small talk…some really small talk; no one was revealing in any way who they were or what would make them stand out from any of the other nude men in the room. But in addition to the small talk, they were getting to know me a whole lot better. They were feeling me up, checking out the goods. And they were doing so as if this was the natural thing they all did at parties…get naked and all feel up the only dressed dude there. They were almost clinical about it, and the thought crossed my mind that maybe all of them were doctors.

But not all of them, I could see. My eye caught sight of a vaguely familiar blond hunk across the room who rang a bell at the base of my cock. This undoubtedly was why Leon had been asked for me specifically. The blond hunk had been the best man and an especially good swordsman at a B-6 Cowboy Special bachelors’ party I had done a month or so earlier. He smiled and waved at me from across the room, confirming with the sloppy lustful grin he gave me that we, indeed, had met before. But he was a Mercedes salesman, I thought, not a doctor. And he also had a new toy between his legs he didn’t have the last time we met. His newly acquired Prince Albert was a shiny gold bar bell with big balls that matched the scale of his own.

While the other men crowded around me were talking to me about nothing and running their hands down the inside thigh of my trousers to make sure I was ‘dressed’ in the Prince Albert style, my mind was doing calculations on the name I had been given for their club and trying to figure out if that had a medical connection. But for the life of me, I couldn’t put a definition to what a P.A. Club might be.

So I asked.

‘Ah, the P.A. stands for Prince Albert,’ my doctor escort said in a matter-of-fact tone that indicated it wasn’t a secret.

‘Ah then, you’re named for the Victorian period,’ I said. ‘You’re all nineteenth-century England buffs.’ I almost choked on my own tongue, though, when I realized I had used the word ‘buff’ in a roomful of naked men.

‘Not precisely,’ the doctor said. ‘We’re actually named for this.’ And as he said that, he took his very presentable cock in his hand and waved it at me.

And then I saw it. The men weren’t completely naked at all. They all had something in common. All of them had jewelry things poking out of their dick heads. Some were open loops with rounded beads where the loops stopped, some closed loops, some looked like miniature barbells, and some were studs made out of various things: gold or silver cubes or knobs or gem stones. One of the younger, studlier guys had a loop with what looked like a ruby heart charm hanging off it.

‘These are Prince Alberts,’ the doctor was saying. The members of our club all have them. This is our annual initiation meeting. We’ll initiate a new member tonight. Prince Albert was said to have originated this idea for Victorian gentleman and to have had one himself. His name stuck on penis piercing.’

Fascinating, I thought, about the Prince Albert jewelry. Absolutely fascinating. Who would have thought it of the husband of the stuffy old Queen Victoria? Those Victorians. Gotta love ’em. They had us fooled about them being so uptight. And, of course, a doctor’s office would be a natural place for a party like this.

As the evening wore on, the club members became friendlier to me and friskier with their hands…and some with their lips…and increasingly helpful in equalizing our circumstances by slowly helping me off with my hot clothes. And I became more and more taken with the good wine they were sharing around.

I began to earn my fee in earnest. The party spread out from the waiting room into the examination rooms, and the club members were becoming as friendly and frisky with each other as they were with me. They were pairing off in couples and threesomes and a few of them were disappearing into the area of the examination rooms. But a few of them were also fucking right there in the waiting room, on the floor, in the chairs, and on the reception desk.

The doctor and a few of the other members, the younger ones, I was happy to note, guided me through a door and toward the back of the building. As we passed doors, I could see that the smaller groups that had come this way earlier were having no trouble amusing themselves with the medical equipment and with each other in the examination rooms branching off from the hallway.

I was quite woozy from the wine at this point, but it was time for me to start keeping count. I was down to just the billowy shirt, which was fully open, and that silk red cravat around my neck. Several of the men had me backed up to an examination table and were running their hands and lips all over my body. My doctor escort left briefly but came back with a box full of condoms and a bottle of what must be lubricant. As my first customer, a short blond guy with a short, but fat cock, was kneeling on the examination table, with me facing him and him using my mouth to get his cock as pumped up as it was going to get, the doctor escort was rubbing the lubricant into my hole and on my cock as well.

He told me the lubricant would help me take several men easier and that I would feel a bit numb after only a few minutes, but that this would keep me from tightening up.

The table was really too high for the little blond to do anything to me, so when he came off the table, he pulled me over to a chair, sat in it, and pulled me down on his lap, facing the other men, and made me fuck myself on his cock while the other men gathered around, licking their lips, stroking themselves, and waiting their turn. I felt his Prince Albert, a gold cube, rubbing along the side of my passage as he stroked me. Very intriguing. In fact I could feel all of the different Prince Alberts…and in different ways…that I took that evening. They were truly awesome toys, and I wondered briefly if Queen Victoria cried out with passion as I did for the little blond and all his successors when Prince Albert played her with one of those.

The next man, a tall, thin redhead with a long, slender cock to match, had me kneel in the chair, facing the back, and he fucked me from the rear, taking long strokes into me that were quite pleasant, really. He was good about putting his hands under my shirt and onto my chest and tweaking my nipples in rhythm with his fuck. He had one of those upturned cocks and had a Prince Albert that was an open ring with two big silver knobs. They dragged in unison across my upper canal walls as he fucked me, and I rewarded his efforts and those talented silver balls with my first ejaculation of the evening to the delight and encouragement of a very attentive audience.

Then I was taken from behind by number three while I was standing on the floor and my chest was pressed to the top of the examination table and my mouth was working black and curly-haired number four’s plump cock. Number four’s Prince Albert was like a bar bell, so my passage walls got extra loving on both sides as he slid in and out of me. He wanted to cuddle close in behind me and kiss me on the neck as he was stroking, and I found that curly-haired chest of his rubbing up and down on my back as he fucked quite arousing and satisfying.

Number five wanted me on the floor beside the table, me on my back, and him holding my pelvis up and my legs out and pumping me fast and furiously while his teeth worked my nipples. His cocksmanship was especially inventive and I arched my back and thrust my pelvis up into his as his Prince Albert found and kissed every square inch of my insides. Number six liked that position as well, but he had me on the top of the examination table. He was the hunk with the heart-shaped pendant on his Prince Albert loop, and he was quite pleased that I wanted to closely watch that disappear into and emerge from my hole while he plowed me. I erupted and flowed for him. Number seven just flipped me over onto my stomach and covered me close with his arms and torso, told me to come up a bit on my knees, and slowly pumped me with the longest and fattest cock I’d had yet that evening. He took his time and had me moaning and groaning for it. I had felt the distinct Prince Albert feature of all them as they dicked me…and I loved the feel of what they all had, but this seventh miner had the biggest, thickest ring of all on his longest and thickest cock. And he had attached a string of beads to the ring. These were swirling around inside me while he fucked me, and they sent me straight to bottom heaven.

I’m not sure that there was a number eight…and for all I was able to be aware of at the time, there might have been a number twelve and thirteen as well. Number seven had me royally fucked and the wine had me woozy as hell, and that lubricant had me numb on the surface, if not inside my canal.

I was aware of a muscle-bound bald guy sitting on my chest with me stretched out on the examination table on my back. I had some impression that my wrists and ankles were bound to the table, but I was too far gone to be sure of that. The bald guy was feeding me with his cock, fucking my face and making me suck him, while he held my head very still between two beefy palms. Many men…it seemed like the full contingent of men who had been at the party to begin with…were gathered around the table and ooing and ahing and making small talk to each other in whispers. I saw the escort doctor, a blur of white now, no longer naked, come around below me, and I felt him thrust inside me with his crowned cock. He had a fist wrapped around my cock as he fucked me, but my cock was so numb that I couldn’t be sure of that. After some deep stroking, the doctor just held himself deep inside me, very still. The bald guy on top of me kept holding my head still with his hands and feeding my mouth with his hard cock. He was cooing to me, whispering words of encouragement for I know not what…nor did I really care at the moment; I was well-gone drunk and very well fucked.

For a short time, the room was swathed in an eerie silence. And then there was a buzzing of voices and some healthy applause sweeping around the room, and the party seemed to be taking off for a second round of frivolity.

The room nearly emptied out, and I found I was pulling myself up to a seated position on the table and rubbing my wrists as if they had, indeed, been bound. The bald guy was gone as well. Only my doctor escort remained, and he was decked out in a white surgical costume now and had a white gauss cup over his mouth.

He removed the face mask and gave me the broadest of smiles and said, ‘Welcome to the club.’

I looked down, and there it was. I had a thickish loop pierced through my mushroom cap. It was gold and it had a gold bead on it.

I had been initiated, crowned, pierced, made a colleague of Prince Albert. I celebrated by rolling my eyes up into my head and falling back onto the surface of the examination table and passing out.

For days thereafter, Leon wouldn’t take my telephone calls. I did, however, receive a hefty check in the mail for the evening’s work and I’d received a nice fat tip from the guys in the P.A. Club as well…although there was no reason for Leon ever to know that.

I’m sure he figured that I was, by right, totally pissed with him and might do him bodily harm if I caught up with him before the post-surgical pain wore off. I’m sure, though, that he also was crowing to himself that he had punished me for wanting to take three months off, especially since someone had to take this eight-male-fucks assignment…the payoff was much too good to turn it down…and anyone who did would be out of commission, recovering from the surgery, for three months.

For three months, the exact time I had said I needed to take off. Which meant I wasn’t trying to contact Leon to ream him a new one; I was trying to call him to gloat. I was taking the three months because I had decided I wanted my dick head pierced and a nice gold loop put in it, although I had no idea at the time that it was called a Prince Albert. Before this assignment came along, I would have had to swallow the cost of both the surgery and the recovery myself. Thanks to the P.A. Club, however, I’d now gotten that all for free…along with a club membership, membership in a club that included a master fucker number seven with a mean string of ass canal beads.

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I fully acknowledge my weakness, but I think Janine has a share in the shattering of my vows to her. I’d only had that one fling back in college…with Phil. But Chet and Phil had had an affair after college, and now Chet was living in the next acreage to ours. Obviously Phil and Chet had talked about me, and Chet knew all about me before he moved here, because he had made quite clear to me that he wanted me and knew that I had an addiction to what he could provide. He was one hunk of a man, but I’d left that behind me…had convinced myself it was just youthful experimentation, and short-lived at that…and I was devoting my life to Janine.

I had done everything I could to avoid Chet, who had gotten quite direct in his approach, but it had been Janine herself who set up that fatal day. I had taken off from work to pull a couple of stumps out at the lower end of our yard. Janine was off that week for a visit to her mothers and had pressured me not to work out there alone. I had resisted her suggestions, and, unbeknownst to me, she had asked Chet if he could come down to help me. He obviously was delighted to help.

So there we were, standing next to each other in the driveway in our work clothes, waving gaily to Janine as she drove off, doing all we could to act like there was no nervous tension just under the surface, ready to explode.

I would still see the tail end of her car, and Chet was still waving when he said, in a husky voice, ‘Let’s go into the house.’

‘God, no, Chet. We’ve been all over that. I’m going down to work on those stumps. You can go on home. I’ll just tell Janine you were a great help.’

‘That’s what I want, Rick. I want to be a great help to you.’

‘Help? God, Chet, how can you help? I’ve made a choice, and the only help you could be is just to stay the hell away from me.’

‘I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me,’ Chet replied. ‘I know you want it as much as I want you.’

‘I’m going in the house to get a couple of beers, Chet. It’s a real hot day. When I come out, I’d like you to be walking back to your house. I have to get to those stumps.’

‘It looks like rain. And, you’re right; it’s hot as hell out here. Not really a day for this; a day to be relaxing in the house.’

‘Bye, Chet,’ I said, and I went back into the house and took four beers out of the fridge. Then I thought of the ax and being alone down there with the tree stumps and I put one back.’ I walked back out of the house, and Chet was gone. What a relief. He was right. No matter what I did to try to stay on the straight and narrow, I ached for him. I tried my best not to admit it, but there it was. I wished that Chet hadn’t moved here at all. Everything was going fine until he showed up.

I walked down to the end of the yard, but I could hear the chopping noises before I even got to the garden shed down there. And I knew. Chet hadn’t gone home.

He was stripped to the waist, down to his tight, low-slung jeans. He had a bandana covering his head and already was sweating. He was in great shape, bulging muscles of someone used to chopping all of his own wood, going down to a small waist and hips. He was darkly tanned and black hair curled around his forearms and down from his neck and across his chest and trailed down across his navel into his pants.

He already had chopped one corner out of the biggest stump.

‘This isn’t really a one-man stump, Rick,’ he said as he stopped chopping and leaned on the ax handle. ‘Come on over here and let me show you what a tree stump can be used for. Or an ax handle, for that matter,’ he said as he winked at me.

‘Give it up, Chet,’ I answered acidly. ‘I’ll just work on this stump over here.’

‘It’s hot as a devil’s asshole,’ Chet said. ‘At least give us a beer. What, you’ve only brought three? Let’s go up to the house and get some more.’

‘I don’t think so, Chet.’

‘Well, maybe later.’

I turned and started chopping at a smaller stump with my hatchet. Chet was right. This really was heavy work. I heard a roll of thunder from some miles over but couldn’t tell if it was just caused by the heat or was warning of a coming thunderstorm.’

‘Hey, it’s too hot for that T-shirt, Buddy. I quickly found it’s cooler without.’

‘I’ll manage,’ I answered.

‘Yeah, guess you’re right,’ Chet answered and then chuckled. ‘I saw you in the gym…you know, before I told you about our mutual friend, Phil. I don’t think I could control myself if you took off that T.’

‘I don’t think you’re controlling yourself very well now,’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What’s that? Couldn’t hear you over the thunder.’

‘Oh, nothing, we’ll have to work fast if we’re going to beat the rain.’ But, of course, there was no way beating the rain. It started sprinkling then, but that didn’t go long before it came more steadily. We both were immediately soaked to the skin.

‘Holy Christ!’ Chet yelled, as a lightning bolt hit a tree somewhere close in the forest. ‘We better get out of here right now; up to the house.’ And he dropped the ax and headed up the yard.

I just couldn’t do it. Instead of following him, I headed for the garden shed, which was the size of a two-car garage, but which was stuffed with all sorts of gardening equipment and supplies. Dark clouds rolled in before I got to the shed, and it was pitch black inside when I got there. I knew we had lanterns around in there somewhere, and I was feeling around for one of them when I heard the shed door open and close, and I could hear Chet’s heavy breathing.

‘I’m over here, Chet,’ I said. ‘Looking for a lantern.’ I turned, and he was right there in front of me. I felt a hand on my crotch.

‘That’s me, Chet,’ I said. ‘I think the lantern’s over there.’

‘I know that’s you,’ Chet said heavily, and he pushed me up to the wall next to a window. His hand had found my cock through the fabric of my soaked jeans, and I involuntarily responded there, not having a prayer to control my response. ‘And that’s a very nice you,’ Chet said.

‘Chet, no,’ I said.

A flash of lightning brought light flooding into the shed through the window next to us. Chet was standing very close to me, rainwater flowing down his chest and into his wet jeans. The heaviness of the water in his jeans had pulled the waist down, and if he hadn’t had a large, firm butt, they probably would have hit the floor. I could tell my own jeans were having about the same effect from the fast soaking they’d gotten. In that brief flash, I could see the urgency in Chet’s eyes. And just before the shed went dark again, Chet leaned in and brought his lips to mine. His were searching, but I resisted him and turned my head.

‘No, Chet, I’ve said no.’

He leaned his crotch into mine, and I could feel the rising power of him there. He put his hands against the wall on either side of me, holding me there. I was so weak, however, I don’t think I could have moved if I’d wanted to. Having lost my lips and faced with the side of my head, he buried his face into my neck and kissed and nibbled me there. I moved my hands between us to push him away, but the feel of his chest and nipples sent electricity through me that rivaled the storm expending its fury outside the shed. I couldn’t will myself to take my hands away from him.

He was whispering at me. ‘I’ve had a hard on for you ever since Phil told me about you. He told me over and over again what a good lay you are. How you took nine thick inches. That you even took it double. What you could do with your sphincter.’

‘Chet,’ I moaned. ‘That’s all in the past, and it was just a short fling, an experiment. ‘I’m someone else now.’

‘Your dick tells me otherwise, Buddy,’ Chet said and then laughed. ‘I can feel it grow. It’s growing for me. It wants me. It wants me to fuck you.’

‘No, Chet. No, you’re wrong.’

Chet’s mouth moved down to my T-shirt collar, which he took in his teeth. He brought his hands up to the collar and literally ripped my shirt apart until it was off me. His lips immediately went to my chest and nipples, while his hands roughly undid my belt, unbuttoned my fly in a frenzied motion, pulled the pants and my briefs below my crotch and wrapped themselves around my balls and engorging cock.

‘Let me go, Chet,’ I whined weakly. I’m not going to do this.’

‘Strip my pants off,’ Chet commanded.

‘No, no, Chet. This has already gone too far.’ So, he released his hands and stripped down himself. His lips came back up to find mine, and I turned away again.

‘Touch me,’ he commanded. ‘Take my cock.’ I froze. He took my balls in one of hands and squeezed. ‘Touch me, I said!’

I moved both hands down to his crotch and took his cock. He was big and thick–maybe bigger and thicker than Phil. I shuddered, and so did he. This time when he took my lips in his, I didn’t turn, but I was as unresponsive as I could be. I felt so weak. I didn’t for the life of me want to be doing this. But I couldn’t stop doing it. I couldn’t help myself. He could feel me relaxing, surrendering.

Once more his lips came down the side of my neck. He took my arms and raised them over my head and told me to leave them there. I did as he asked. He’d brought a bottle of the beer with him, and he popped the top and poured the cold liquid down my chest. His lips did another tour of my pecs and nipples and then up to both of my armpits, licking up the beer. His hands were on my sides and as his lips traveled slowly down my sternum and abs, his hands came down my sides as well. He tongued my navel and then traveled down my belly and into my pubic hair. He wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and cupped my balls with it, as the other hand went behind me and caressed my butt cheeks. Then he went down on me, tonguing the helmet first and then the rest of and my cock, swallowing and pumping, nibbling down one side and up another, flicking his tongue around the rim of the helmet and into my piss slit, and then going back to swallowing and pumping.

All the time I was moaning and sighing and admonishing him that this had to stop. I didn’t even notice when his hand stopped caressing my butt cheeks and he had started fingering my asshole, but before I knew it, he had a finger past my sphincter and was rubbing my prostate and I jerked and lurched and came in three heavy spasms.

I collapsed against the wall. ‘That’s enough, Chet. That’s way more than enough. I’ve got to go. You’ve got to leave.’

Another flash of lightning revealed the layout and contents of the shed. Chet took me by the hips and pulled me over to the side, where there was a compost drum we had recently bought but not put to use yet.

‘On this; down on this with your chest,’ Chet directed with an urgency.

‘Chet, no. Not . . .’

He pushed me down. ‘Spread those legs.’ I did as he asked and I felt his lips and teeth on my butt cheeks.

‘God, you’re beautiful,’ he said hoarsely. In short order, his lips were on my asshole, followed shortly by his tongue, and he was moistening me up real good.

‘Oh, no. Never again,’ I croaked. But there he was. I could feel the head of his dick at my asshole. He tried pushing it right in, but I wasn’t anywhere near ready yet. He took his dick and slapped it against my butt cheeks and inserted first one finger, and then two, and then three and then pushed them apart, opening me up. And then his fingers were replaced by the head of his dick again. I tried to rise up, but he pushed me down with a strong paw on the small of my back. He used his other hand to help gain purchase for his cock, and when he was a good three inches in, he rotated his cock with his hand inside me, opening me more. Another inch and my sphincter took the cock and drew it farther in. As the helmet of his cock dragged across my prostate, I flinched and moaned. He was sighing and moaning as well, clearly enjoying this. He pushed in farther, a good five inches now. He took me by the hips with his hands and rocked me back and forth, more than half in, fucking me in midstream.

‘Oh, yes, God that’s good. I’ve anticipated this for weeks. I could come right now.’ But he obviously decided not to, because he stopped the action and stood very still, holding my hips in place for maybe three or four minutes. And then he just glided right in, all the way, maybe almost eight inches, into me, up to the hilt. I could feel his curly pubic hairs tickling my ass. Memories of Phil flooded back. How could I have denied how this felt?

He pumped me for maybe five minutes, rhythmically, taking long strokes and then short strokes. Then I felt his hand buried in the hair at the back of my head and his other hand just above my belly, and he was pulling me up to a standing position. He just held us there for a few minutes, my back against his heaving hairy chest, as he once again gained control of himself, bringing his breath into a shallower rhythm.

He then turned me back to the wall.

‘See that pipe up there? Grab for it. With both hands. Hang on.’ I did as he commanded, and he put his hands below my knees and lifted me off the floor. He was under me now, pumping his dick up my channel from below. This didn’t last for long though, broken off by another flash of lightning and another look around the shed. Not far away, burlap bags of grass seed were strung out side by side. Chet turned me again and laid my back on the bags. He was standing over me now, and only my shoulders were on the bags. My legs were draped up his torso and my ass met his crotch. He held one of my legs against him with one arm and was supporting me by my hip with the other. He had not lost his position inside me, though, and now he pumped down into me for a few minutes. Once again, he had to stop to hold himself in check, and this caused him to cramp up.

He slid me down onto the bags on my back and came down with me, behind me, onto his knees. Now he took my legs behind the knees and wish-boned them out as far as possible, opening me to the maximum to him. He pumped me deep and he must have grown to almost nine inches now, because I felt split in two and did some yelping and moaning and maybe added some sound to the thunder that was still rolling outside. Once again he had to stop to rest and to check himself. He let my legs down, and with one hand he massaged my chest, abs, and belly, and, with the other hand, he slowly pumped my cock back up and caused me to sigh and start writhing under him.

‘How’s that, Sport? Feel good now? Do you remember how good it feels now?’

I closed my eyes tightly and didn’t answer.

‘Tell me it feels good. Tell me that you will want me to do this again.’

I tried my best to ignore him. He pinched my nipples with one hand and squeezed my cock with the other simultaneously, and I involuntarily sent my hands to both locations. But, when I reached his hands, my body betrayed me, and I left them there, stroking his hands, rather than trying to get them off me.

Chet laughed. ‘You won’t answer, but your body betrays you. I know you’ve enjoyed this. But I want to hear you admit to it. To tell me we’ll do this again.’

Silence.

‘Okay,’ he said, taking his hands away from my body. ‘Here, over on your side.’ His cock drew out of me completely, and I felt an involuntary stab of regret. I hoped, though, that this hadn’t been conveyed to him. We couldn’t do this ever again. I couldn’t let him through my defenses ever again.

I went over on my side, and he was kneeling there beside me. He tried to kiss me on the lips again, but I turned my head once more. He scooted back to below me, lifted my right leg with his left hand, and glided his cock right back into my ass. He then went back to pumping me slowly but deeply, while his right hand went to my cock and balls. He weighed and cuddled and pulled and rolled my balls until I started moaning again. Then he went back to my cock. He pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go. He pulled his cock out of me briefly and leaned over and kissed my cock head and tongued it until it was moist and I began to grind my hips. His dick entered me again then and went back to a slow, deep pump, while he wrapped his hand around my dick, with his thumb applying pressure to the piss slit and stroked me in rhythm with his own pumping action. I was writhing and grinding myself pretty well now, and had my torso up so that I could reach his pecs and nipples and shoulders with my wildly wandering hands. I could hear his breathing getting heavier again now and I sensed we were both coming to a climax. But once again, he stopped the action and held both of us very still, but only briefly.

He lay down behind me, his cock up me as far as it would go, and brought my right leg down, so that my ass canal closed in tightly around his cock. The muscles in my ass canal were contracting and releasing, caressing his cock. He wrapped his right arm around me with his hand coming back and massaging the nipple on my left breast. His other hand was giving my cock slow, deep strokes. We were both aware that I was about ready to shoot off again. I let my sphincter expand and contract, doing a job on his cock that was giving him a great deal of pleasure. I was remembering how Phil and I had experimented. He had his face in my neck, and he put his tongue in my ear and explored briefly.

Then he said, ‘Admit it, you have no defenses left. You were wanting me just now just as much as I ever wanted you. Let’s have that kiss now.’

He raised his head up and I turned and met him this time, opening fully to his lips and tongue, giving as well as I was giving. We were in that position, when I felt his cock jerk inside me and bathe my insides with his cum. Almost simultaneously I ejaculated again myself.

We lay there for a good fifteen minutes, listening to the thunderstorm move off in the distance and to the beating of each other’s hearts. He pulled me over him, so that I lay stretched out above him, his cock still up my ass and my cock waving in the air.

‘We didn’t finish removing the stumps,’ he said softly, at great length.

A moment of silence.

‘No,’ I then answered meekly.

‘We must do that’

‘Yes,’ softly.

‘Tomorrow.’

‘Yes.’

‘But first I’d like to show up what can be done with that big stump.’

Momentary silence.

‘Yes,’ almost a whisper.

‘And maybe the ax handle.’

Silence.

‘Phil told me about the baseball bat. And I know about the night of the double’

Silence, but I shuddered.

‘And maybe the ax handle,’ Chet repeated.

‘Yes,’ weakly.

‘And the day after that.’

‘Yes,’ no more than a whisper.

The door of the shed opened and a big, black dude was backlit in the door frame.

‘Chet, that you? You told me to come over about now.’

‘Yep, Ned, it’s me . . . and this is the lovely piece of ass I was telling you about.’

‘No,’ I moaned, trying to rise up off Chet, but he held me fast, with his arms wrapped around my chest above, with his legs wrapped around mine below, and skewered on his cock, which was on the rise again.

‘Yes, I see,’ Ned said, coming over and looming above us. ‘Are you sure you were told he can do double?’

‘No,’ I moaned.

‘Yes,’ Chet mimicked my moan.

I lay there, bound and skewered, while big Ned peeled off his T-shirt and his shorts. He stood above us, so that both Chet and I could clearly see him working his tool. He was wiry and lean, but very well cut. But his most prominent feature was his long, thin cock, which sported a large mushroom cap.

Chet grabbed for my wrists and pulled my arms above my head and outwards, while Ned pushed our legs apart and crouched there between them.

‘Very nice, very nice, indeed,’ he said and then gave a low whistle. He ran his hands over my thighs and my belly, abs, and chest. He gave me some licking there as well.

‘Umm. Budweiser,’ he murmured.

Despite the predicament, my cock began to harden noticeably. He went down on me then, sucking noisily and twisting and turning my cock, getting it ever stiffer. At length, he crouched over my torso, his legs straddling my sides and slowly sank his ass down on my cock. I lost some of my tension then, thinking that this might not be so bad. I even let him bring his mouth, with his big, thick, sensual lips to my mouth and give me a deep, lingering kiss. His mouth tasted minty, not at all what I expected. While we kissed, he pumped my cock with his ass. I came again rather quickly.

This proved to be a mistake; because it became obvious that now it was big Ned’s turn. While still in the kiss, he pulled his ass up off me, took both of my legs in his long slender hands and pushed them up and out. This rolled my ass up and dropped Chet’s dick to the lower end of my ass canal. Then, horrors of horrors, I felt Ned’s dick head at my asshole, above Chet’s cock, He slowly entered me, stifling my screams with his lips and by forcing his tongue down my throat. Chet began to twitch and moan at the sensation of another cock up my ass with his, sliding along on top of his cock. I was panting and writhing, which only helped Ned’s tool to move in and up and only excited Chet more. In all the way now, Ned slowly began to pump me, and Chet joined in the rhythm. And I passed out.

When I awoke, I was alone in the garden shed, the door flapping open, and a gentle breeze wafting in and caressing my body . . . and there was a good four inches of ax handle up my ass.

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It was a new client, one he knew he had under bid on, but he frankly didn’t give a shit. Fact was, he enjoyed his job, even pulling weeds. The feel of dirt between his fingers and the satisfaction every spring, when the flowers would bloom, all made it a rewarding job. Naturally that wasn’t why he had given such a low quote to the Fenwick’s.

Brent was only 21, but already had a reputation for being a great landscaper, just like his father and his father before him. It was what he did, and did great. He might not have done well in school, never really getting the hang of math and all that other stuff, but enough to graduate. What he was good at, was in laying out a flower bed, of making a yard look like something special.

He had worked with his father since he could remember. Being outdoors, had also given him a decent build. He wasn’t fat nor did he have bulging muscles, but he was solid. No fat on his lean six foot frame. His skin was always dark gold, from being outside and unlike most of his classmates, he didn’t smoke or drink to excess. In fact most of them considered him boring, but he was far from that.

Since he had taken over the ‘family’ business at the age of just eighteen, he had managed to make some good money. His truck might not be this year’s model, but it never failed him. It wasn’t rusty, and he kept it as clean as he could, given his job. He could party, when the mood was on him, and he had quite a few guys who hired him, simply to stare at him shirtless. Many had other ideas, but he wasn’t into old men. He liked them his own age, which is one reason he took the Fenwick’s offer.

They had an eighteen year old son, who still lived at home. He was shorter than Brent, had long wavy brown hair that hung just at his shoulder. His eyes were a sea green, and he had a face of an Angel. Least in his eyes. The body was a bit thin, but damn he looked hot in a pair of jeans. None of those baggy shit either, but nice hip hugging types that didn’t show off his cute rump, but highlighted a very full basket. Brent loved looking at baskets, flower baskets, hanging baskets, and his favourite type, male baskets.

Jason had one of those baskets that was always shifting, changing. He had been there when he had first arrived to quote on the job, and the way he had stared at Brent had been intoxicating. So much, that the second he had left, he had managed a quick whack off. The guy was that hot, and the notion of seeing more of him consumed his thoughts while waiting to see if he had gotten the job or not.

He smiled, as he stared out at the large yard. Brent knew exactly what he was going to do, and the idea of working side by side with Jason made his grin wider. It was part of the deal for such a low bid. Jason was to be his helper, when he was home. Brent made sure he knew which days to come, because he was just like some of his older clients. He wanted to enjoy watching the young man shirtless, and he hoped Jason would oblige. In fact, he was sure he would, given how he had checked him out while Brent had been negotiating with his parents.

From Wednesday to Sunday, Jason delivered pizzas for one of the local chains. It took Brent only a bit of digging to find out which one, which outlet, and he was blessed when he realized it was the one that covered his own district. Needless to say, he had been eating a lot of Pizza lately, but still hadn’t been lucky enough to have Jason as the delivery boy. Still, he wasn’t going to give up, and then he did have the opportunity now to work side by side with him.

He wasn’t a lazy teenager either. This was his second day on the job, and so far Jason had done his share, without whining. He actually had a brain and used it, which was in itself unusual. Jason wasn’t afraid to ask questions either, if he wasn’t sure of something. That alone made Brent only crave for him more. He was so used to what was out there at the bars, the kind that were just out to party, to get off, then go on to the next. Most, if not all, were attracted to Brent, not just for his looks, but that he actually had money.

Course they could too, if they wanted to work. Hell, there had been a few he had taken on as general help simply because they were cute, and interested. The best one of them had lasted for three days before bailing. Jason didn’t seem to be like that, and Brent enjoyed watching him bending over the other day. The way his buttocks would fill the jeans, and looked so inviting. The view had given him one hell of an erection and it wasn’t easy doing his job with a stiffy.

Then there were the odd smiles he got. The kid could twist your heart, as on occasion he would glance over, and give Brent one of his innocent smiles. The way his face would light up, the eyes wrinkle and the nose pucker up a bit, nostrils flaring a touch. It was nearly too much, as it would always get Brent grinning, and aching all over. His own butt would clench tight, imagining Jason’s dick tickling his hole, his cock would throb imagining those thin lips wrapped around his dick.

Needless to say, he didn’t get much accomplished that day, nor the next day. Fact was, that when he called it quits for the day, he had barely gotten around the corner before having to pull off and jerk off. Jason had that much of an effect on him, which was a bit bothersome. Like here he was today, taking his time just so he could see Jason head off to work.

Talk about having an obsession, but it was worth it. To have him wave at him, smile even, would give him one hell of a boner, not to mention more food for thought afterwards. It would also insure that it would be worth ordering in Pizza again, on the off chance that Jason would be the delivery boy.

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The knock on his door was loud, as he quickly jumped up. Brent was hoping it would be Jason this time, not one of the other one’s. It really was becoming expensive, as he walked to the door, his heart beating a mile a second. The instant he opened the door, he knew he had finally struck pay dirt. Jason stood there, the boxed pizza in one hand, six pack of beer on the top, plus a wicked grin on his face.

He tried to act surprised, but he could see it wasn’t working. He just grinned until Jason told him the price. Somehow the pizza had gone up from $14.95 to $35. He frowned, as he took out his wallet.

‘What’s the extra $20 for? Better not be the beer.’

‘No, that’s what it cost me to get Trevor to let me take this delivery, and book off for the night.’

‘Huh?’

‘I said that it..’

‘Yeah I got that, so, uh, this your last delivery?’

‘Of Pizza, I cashed out and paid for the pizza, gave Trevor $20 to finish my shift, and picked up some beer’

‘You aren’t old enough to buy beer’

‘Boss thought it was for a customer, you going to tell on me?’

He had a look on his face, that just made Brent laugh. His face was all stern looking, but he couldn’t believe his ears either. To think that he had been that obvious, or was he reading Jason wrong? Was he just here to party, or could his fantasies be about to come true?

‘No, I guess not.’

‘Good, now give me my money, I am tapped out trying to get this gig. You better be worth it.’

He had closed the door behind Jason, and stared at him as he had spoke. His heart was thundering in his ears, as he tried to calm down. It was rather hard to do, given how Jason was staring at him, at his crotch actually.

‘I am, but what makes you think that’s what I want?’

‘Shit, why else would you be ordering this crap every night? I mean all you had to do was ask me over. Been a lot cheaper.’

Jason put the pizza down on the coffee table and walked around the small living room. He stopped at the fish tank, stared for a moment or two at the fish, then walked up to stand in front of Brent.

The sounds of the fish tank air pump seemed awfully loud, so did the clock ticking away and yet it was like an eerie silence. His mouth was dry, and Brent licked his lips. Jason smiled as he looked Brent over, checking out his face, his body and his crotch. His eyes stared down, at the thick basket that was showing, and he let his tongue wet his own lips, mimicking Brent’s earlier action.

Then he let his hand run down his body, towards his own crotch. Jason glanced up, to see Brent’s eyes following his eyes, and his smile grew wider as he let his hand rest over his basket. Brent felt the ache and desire welling up as he finally took his eyes off the firm basket, glancing up into Jason’s face.

‘You sure this is what you want?’

‘No, I only paid some geek $20 to deliver the pizza to you, so I could have a free meal.’

‘Smart ass’

‘Smart? Nah, cute, yes’

He laughed as he reached out with one hand, and immediately Jason fell into his arm. His hands were suddenly all over him, as his were on Jason. They touched and groped each other, kissing and hugging like old lovers. The intensity of his own passion surprised him as they finally broke apart, to look at each other. His eyes were wide as he realized that Jason’s shirt was undone, as was his. He also noticed his pants were undone, and his zipper was also undone. Brent looked up at Jason, saw the grin and immediately pushed his pants down to his ankles, where he then stepped out of them.

Jason seemed to watch with growing orbs, and he even swallowed hard, once or twice, as Brent stepped out of the pants. He was wearing a pair of boxers, the kind that clung to the body rather than floated loosely. His cock was tenting the front, which seemed to have gotten Jason’s full attention.

‘That could hurt’

‘That? Nah, I’ll be gentle.’

‘Uh huh, you got condoms?’

‘Naturally.’

‘Uh, good, I uh, I don’t have any and I uh, shit, you sure that won’t hurt?’

‘It’s not that big, you not backing out now, are you?’

‘No, no, it is just, oh shit, I never uh, I never took one..’

‘Serious? You never been fucked? Guy with a cute ass like yours? Come on..’

‘Serious, never. I’ve uh, well fooled around a little, but uh.. I mean.. never uh..’

‘Shit. Really?’

‘Really’

‘Well, uh, guess we could, I mean..’

‘No, no I want to, I just, uh, first time jitters I guess.’

It was a shock really, as he sat down on his chesterfield. He had never come across that before, a virgin. His face must of shown his surprise more than he thought, as suddenly Jason quickly stripped. It was like he was trying to show Brent that he was really interested in going through with everything. The stern look on his face was interesting to watch as he pushed his pants off, dropped his shirt off his shoulders and quickly pushed his underwear off, to stand there butt naked.

Jason had a nice looking cock, as Brent stared at it for several seconds. It was cut, and looked tasty as it stood out from the slender young man’s naked frame. He licked his lips before looking up, smiling.

That was all Jason needed, as he jumped at Brent. His body landed on top, pushing him hard against the back of the chesterfield. He felt it move as Jason’s mouth was suddenly over his, kissing him while his hands were digging at his cock. The hands moved hard and fast, with a desperation and desire he had never experienced before.

The air was knocked out of his lungs, as Jason fumbled with his shorts, groping at his cock and also at pulling at the fabric. He found himself kissing Jason back, and his own hands moving up and down the thin frame. His fingers moved along the skin, feeling the warmth, feeling the tenseness. He began to pant a little, as they kissed hard, their tongues darting in and out. The young man had a salty taste to his saliva, as well as maybe pepperoni.

‘Where’s the condoms?’

‘bedroom’ was all he could muster, as he kissed Jason under his neck. His cock ached, his underwear waistband was digging into his scrotum as Jason suddenly stopped, and leaned up, slowly moving off.

‘let’s go’

Jason held out his hand, pulled Brent up and turned to find which way led to the bedroom. Brent walked in front, heading towards the far door, but Jason moved in front. He was literally dragging him, which only made Brent laugh a little as their walk turned more into a bit of a job.

Inside the bedroom, Jason lunged onto the bed and crawled up to the head of the bed. Brent watched his butt cheeks shake as he clambered up and then turned over onto his back. He stared up at Brent, his legs pushed open and his hard cock sticking up into the air. The eyes were glittering as he raised both hands, waiting for Brent to join him.

It took him a second to push his bunched up shorts off his body, and stand totally naked. Then he lunged too, making the bed groan as he fell on top of Jason, just as Jason had done to him in the living room. His body crashed onto Jason’s, and they were suddenly clenching each other. He kissed him hard on the mouth, while moving one hand down the trembling body. He could feel Jason’s chest heaving as he kissed him, then moved to lick and kiss him under the chin.

His one hand pinned one arm back, as he moved down the thin body. Brent felt the muscles tensing underneath the skin, felt the small tremors as he kissed and licked until he came to one nipple. His mouth closed around it, his teeth nibbling at the firm flesh, then he pulled back, still holding the nipple. Jason groaned and began to squirm, as his own hands were all over Brent. They were pinching a nipple, then caressing his chest, his belly. His own mouth was kissing him, and then not.

Both of them twisted and turned around on the bed, touching everywhere they could reach, kissing and licking at whatever came in front of their mouths. One minute an arm, next a ball, and all the time they could hear each other’s rapid breath growing more desperate, more urgent. Brent felt the ache in his cock, it would jerk each time Jason touched it, felt it. He felt the same reaction when he would touch Jason’s.

Then he just grabbed both arms, and pinned them back over Jason’s head. He straddled the young man, his knees holding his hips firmly in their grasp. He looked down at Jason, saw the eyes staring up at him, and he knew it was time.

He leaned over to his night table, fumbled in the drawer for a minute until he found the strip of condoms. He brought them out and ripped one off the strip, watching the eyes growing wider and wider. He held the condom in his mouth, as he reached up and pulled it open. Brent spit the ripped plastic out, and held the thin plastic disc. Jason’s eyes were open wide, and he could see the desire inside of them.

With one hand, he took the condom and reached down between his legs, to unroll the plastic over his throbbing cock. As he moved his hand down, it was seized by Jason’s hand.

‘let me’ he said as he sat up and leaned forward, while Brent leaned back. His cock was fully erect and trembled as Jason took it in one hand. The touch of his fingers around the shaft was unreal. He could feel himself shaking, as Jason placed the condom over the head. He slowly unrolled it down the shaft, without looking up once.

Once it was unrolled, he leaned back on his elbows and stared up at Brent. His eyes were like huge saucers as he licked his lips. Brent felt himself shudder, as he smiled back down and then moved off of Jason’s body. He pushed at him, and rolled him over onto his side. He moved in, his cock pressing up against the shaking buttocks. Brent pushed one leg off the other, to give him his opening, as he took hold of his hard cock.

He wedged it in, between the firm cheeks. Jason sucked in his breath, as Brent slowly pushed the cock forward and down until his cock head was wedged tightly up against Jason’s hole. He felt his body growing tense, and he slapped one cheek hard. The sound made Jason jump a little, and as he did, Brent pushed out with his hips. His cock moved forward, spreading Jason’s little pink hole open, letting the head begin to enter him.

He cried out, and gritted his teeth. Brent could hear them grinding as he slowly pushed forward. One hand now rested over Jason’s belly, and held it tightly, refusing to let it push past. His hips continued to push forward, as he felt the head slowly push in, slowly stretch the muscle until finally it plopped fully inside. Jason flung his head back and then his fist slammed into the bed. He whimpered a bit, as Brent’s cock began to stretch his insides, as it slowly worked its way deeper inside.

Brent felt the taut muscles inside. Felt them wrap tightly around his throbbing cock as he pushed harder. He felt the gasp, the cry, as his groin pressed hard into Jason’s cheeks. He was in, all of him and he slowly let himself relax. He let out a long breath of air, as he just lay there, letting Jason’s body get accustomed to the new feeling. He heard him panting, heard him moaning, as he slowly moved his hips around, making his cock twist a little.

‘oh God, yes, shit, it hurts, oh yeah’ echoed in the silence of the room. Brent said nothing, just felt his own breathing become a bit calmer. It was like being in the eye of a hurricane, all calm before the walls collapsed around. He knew he wouldn’t last long, that once he began it would be over quickly.

He held the soft belly in one hand. Felt the muscles tremble, as he moved his hand down, until it held Jason’s cock. His fingers wrapped around the throbbing shaft, as he slowly began to pull back. His hips were moving out, his cock slowly following, making Jason’s insides quiver. ‘No, no don’t stop’ filled the room, as he grunted in reply.

He began to move in and out, slowly at first or at least as slow as he could. His body was aching all over, and the waves of pleasure were driving him nuts. He couldn’t hold back, and each time he pushed forward, became a bit faster, went a bit deeper. Brent felt the body bucking beside him, his hand holding it in place more or less, as he stroked Jason’s cock in rhythm with his own thrusts into Jason’s body.

Jason’s body began to crash back into his, as his crushed inwards. He felt the sweat soaked cheeks meeting his own wet thighs, as he pounded the virgin hole. Jason was moaning constantly now, muttering encouragement through gritted teeth, as Brent filled his insides with his throbbing pole. He felt his body shaking, felt it trembling with each thrust. His hand gripped Jason’s cock hard, as it stroked it furiously, in time with his own thrusts.

His mind was numb, his eyes could see flashes of lights as the sweat poured off his forehead. His body continued to smack into Jason’s, and he felt the cock in his hand grew even thicker, then suddenly his whole hand was being filled with thick gooey cream. He heard the cries, but didn’t understand them as his body was in charge. His mind was numb, his eyes barely able to see the blur of Jason’s body in front, as his ache grew and grew.

The sudden feelings were too much. The goo on his hands and the moans from next to him overwhelmed him. His whole body shuddered, his legs went stiff and he felt dizzy. His heart was thundering so fast, Brent was certain it would burst from his chest. His lungs ached, burned even as he struggled to suck in air, as he felt the rolling thunder come from his body.

His balls slung upwards, and he felt his hips tremble, then rear back, then suddenly ram themselves forward. He heard the cry coming from Jason, as his cock dug deep and hard into the far insides of the young man. He felt his cock shudder, felt it tremble, as he shot his load. The condom stretched, but held and pushed his cream back down his throbbing pole.

Brent felt himself collapse next to Jason. He could feel Jason’s body still trembling, either from its own orgasm, or from his bodies quivering. His legs were twitching, as every nerve in his whole body continued to shake and tingle. Every muscle was suddenly released, as he began to gulp for air. His chest ached, his arms were numb as they fell to the side, resting on Jason’s trembling hips.

It was all over. They lay there, exhausted as their hot flesh began to cool in the night’s air. His breathing was ragged, as was Jason’s.� Slowly he could hear Jason’s breathing returning to normal, feel the body relax as his cock slowly went limp, and gradually fell out from within. He shuddered one more time, recalling all the wonderful feelings that had just rolled up and down his body. He leaned in a bit more, feeling the stickiness of their skin as he kissed the neck, and saw Jason turn his head a little, his eyes peering up and over at him.

‘I want more’ was softly whispered as Jason pushed his buttocks backwards, to rub up against Brent’s groin.

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Seth knew what his friends thought of him. They all thought he was a natural walking disaster. Yes, he was a klutz, he had no mechanical abilities whatsoever. So what? He might not know the difference between a gigabyte and mexapixels, or how to set the ring tones on his Cel, but he had something they didn’t. He had sex, pretty much whenever he wanted.

He was 23, almost 24 and still had that fresh innocent look that many simply drooled over. He didn’t have to shave everyday, simply because his facial hair was that fine, that still almost peach fuzz feel to it, while some of his friends needed to shave twice a day, to just be recognized.

Unlike some, when he was naked, he looked better than when he wore clothes. He stood six foot, had a good body that didn’t show any fat but did let his muscles poke through. He wasn’t skinny but a solid 160 pounds and unlike Jeremy or Rod, he had a steady job. Hell, he was in demand too and it was the kind of work he loved, outdoors.

So what if it had taken him nearly an hour to figure out that the reason his phone wasn’t working was that he was hitting the wrong damn button? He could pound a nail in straight with two swings, and he was fast too. He had an eye for knowing when things were aligned, though he never relied on his eye alone. He was a good general construction worker, so good that he had been hammering nails since he was 16. The crew chief always called him first or second when he had a new job, and the pay was good too.

Unlike the others he had gone to school with, he worked steady. He had a bank account and a savings portfolio, something even nerd boy Charles didn’t have yet. He could out drink any of them, and still get up at 7am to go to work and not miss a beat. Seth was proud of that, so who cares if Dillon was making more than him, he was spending it faster, and with nothing to show for it. He, on the other hand, had some property and was building his own house. He even was living in it, though it wasn’t finished. Still, how many of them could make that claim? So he forgot to put the memory stick in on the camera once or twice, didn’t make him an idiot, and even if he was blond, didn’t mean he was stupid. He never had unprotected sex, and was careful who he let share his bed with him. So screw Tabitha and her thinking he was just a slut, a pretty boy destined to a life of one night stands. She didn’t know about Randy, no one knew about Randy, which was how he wanted it.

Randy was the latest hire at the job site. Not as good looking as he was, but he wasn’t shallow like his friends all thought. There was a lot more to Randy than physical looks. He had a warm smile, that made his eyes sparkle and his laughter was never forced. It was real, like all of him, and he had been sharing Seth’s bed for almost five months now. Hell, he often spent the night, going to work together and yet none of his friends had tumbled that the great Seth, the super stud of the bars, had a boyfriend.

So much for them calling him shallow, calling him a slut. Okay, so it wasn’t official or anything, and yes both had been with other guys in the six months, but not lately. He hadn’t taken anyone home in the last two months, nor had Randy. Instead they went home together, and had sex that was still unbelievable.

He doubted if he would ever tire of Randy’s body. It wasn’t the greatest, but it was getting there. At first it was mostly skin over bone, but thanks to constant work it was getting some definition. His pecs were starting to show, and his arms were certainly looking less flabby. His stomach had lost its gut, was flat now and the muscles rippled ever so nicely when he would run his hand across.

Randy knew how to please him too, he wasn’t insisting on stuff Seth didn’t like, though they had begun to experiment a bit more. No simple suck and fuck for them, and sex was never a ten minute wham, bam, thank you either. It was something special, each night and not just once in awhile either. Seth loved the play, the fun before he shot his massive load or before Randy shot his.

Seth loved the feel of fresh cum splattering across his body. He didn’t care if it was on his back, his ass, or all across his stomach or even chest. Randy was good about that, at how he would always make sure to pull out and shoot on Seth’s quivering body. The sudden feeling of emptiness in his ass, then the feel of hot cum splattering across his sweat soaked body was always enough to make him come close himself. Randy would knew it too, which is why he always would reach down or under to grab Seth’s throbbing cock, and stroke it fast and furious. He loved to have Seth cum, and watch how his cock would jerk back, the head rearing back before its wild explosion.

Randy would even moan most times, and as he would hold Seth’s cock, he would aim it too, so that Seth’s milk would splash against his body. He never let go too soon either. He made sure every drop of that hot milk was spent, then he would rub it in, always making sure that Seth had his eyes fixed on him, as he slowly massaged the drying cum into his skin. He would roll his eyes, lick his lips, and tilt his head back, making Seth horny all over again.

That was the fun of their sex, that they could cum and still make the other want more. He always wanted more, so did Randy. There wasn’t that dumb hang-up either of one being the top, the other the bottom. They both loved to take the other’s cock deep inside, and return the favour too.

The way Randy would sometimes even beg him for it, coax him with his body, to satisfy his ‘itch’ as he called it. Thinking of that, he smiled, knowing exactly what he meant because he too would feel that ‘itch’. It was strange, because Seth really wasn’t a bottom. Not many could make him spread his legs, but from the first time Randy had come home with him, he had been eager to spread his legs, to let Randy delve between his fleshy cheeks, and not just taste him, but fill him.

Seth had the bigger dick, but it didn’t seem to matter. Randy knew how to take it, both in his mouth and up his ass. He was a bit thinner and not as long as Seth, but damn he knew how to work it. The way he could make it twist and turn when buried deep in Seth’s ass was amazing. He had never felt such a fuck, as he had when Randy was doing the plugging. He could make Seth scream with pure pleasure.

Early in their relationship, while still living in an apartment, he had been so well drilled, that the neighbour upstairs had pounded on the floor to get him to quiet down. They had laughed at that, because the upstairs neighbour was some old fart, who looked like a gnome. The stares he had given them when they had met in the elevator a few days later had been priceless, but now they didn’t have to worry about making noise. He had no neighbours, and Randy certainly made sure that he wasn’t the only one screaming.

His cock tasted good too. It was uncut, and he loved how the hood would slowly disappear at the start of their love making. The way it would droop over at first, when they would both strip, each one keeping their eyes on the other. It was exhilarating, the way Randy would be staring at him, as he took his pants off, then socks, then underwear. The way the eyes would always grow bigger the instant his cock sprang free.

It never ceased to amaze him, because you would think after a few times of getting naked, it would be old news. Yet, each time they made their way to the bedroom, each time they would kiss and fondle each other before stripping, once the clothes began to disappear, the excitement always got greater. He would always find some part of Randy’s naked body that was new to his view. Some part of his legs, his arms, or his chest, would be like he had never seen it before. Randy had said much the same to him too, which made it all the more amazing. Sure would make his buddy Carl jealous.

Carl could never keep a guy, because he always got bored. He said relationships was for dull and ugly folk. If he only could see how wrong he was. Randy wasn’t a raving beauty, but damn he was hot. His whole body was a joy to see, every night. His cock was always making him drool, and when it got totally hard, it always seemed like it had grown a bit thicker, a bit longer.

The balls always hung low, but were just right for sucking too. Hell, every part of Randy’s body was perfect for his taste. The way his nipples would stick out, the way his eyes would roll just before he was ready to cum, all made him fun, made him anything but boring. Okay, so he had a few zits on his chin, maybe one or two pimples on his ass cheeks. Fact was, those cheeks were so damn creamy, so fleshy that who cared for one or two little imperfections?

He wasn’t hairy either, very little on his chest, and thighs. His lower calves were a bit thicker with hair, but it wasn’t wiry or anything. His pubic hairs were softer than most, and when they would switch or after some heavy foreplay, they were always wet and slicked down. Mind you one of his nicest moments was when he had shaved them. Not all off, but had made a nice trim job, which now was part of their ritual.

The whole idea of shaving was new to him, but damn Randy was so good at it. They did each other, and the whole ritual was just a preliminary event for some good old fashioned butt fucking. The way Randy would get the bowl out, the shaving cream and razor. He would grin too, an evil looking grin as he would say he was going to shear him this time around. Course he never did, but for a moment or two he would catch his breath, wondering if it was a joke or not.

It would be at that moment that Randy would push him back on the bed. His hand firmly planted on his chest, and it was rather exciting, to be forcibly pushed back. They didn’t use restraints or anything, so it couldn’t be classed as bondage, but they each took a tougher tone with the other when they were doing the shaving. Strange how that worked, because Randy had a soft gentle voice, except when he was going to shave Seth. Then it got a timber to it, that was deep and harsh sounding, yet also very exciting.

The warm water would get things rolling. How he would soak his hair, dabbing at it with a soft cloth, rubbing as he went. Then would come the shaving cream. He always heated it up under the hot water tab, then let it sit in the warm water before using it. Randy always made sure it was never cold, and when he would start to apply it, he would get some over his stiff cock too. His hand would run up and down the shaft, and he would be staring down at Seth, that grin on his face.

It would be when he’d say something about hoping he doesn’t slip, or some other nonsense. It always gave him a chill, sort of. He would look up and grin back, telling him if he did slip he’d never have anything up his ass as good, and that always got him a laugh, and little slap on the thigh. Then he would soap up his balls, and run his finger below, to caress the insides of his buttocks, to seek his hole. He always squirmed as Randy’s finger would tickle his hole then quickly withdraw.

The shaving was never fast or drawn out. Not like either was shaving off all of the pubic hairs. It was a trim, and he would lean forward, watching Randy’s hand move down his groin on one side, then slowly down the other side. He had a small V shape, while when it was his turn to shave Randy, he did an upside down V.

Once that was done, he would lean back, as Randy would take each of his balls, and slowly run the razor over the sac, shearing him totally. It felt strange, to have something that sharp grazing his precious balls, but with Randy, he seemed like it was all natural. He loved how gentle Randy was, how he did it all very slowly, very carefully. The feeling after was amazing, specially when Randy would wipe them off, wash them clear of the shaving soap.

Then it was time to flip over, and wait for the next part of their shaving ritual. He would listen as Randy would rinse out the cloth several times, making him wait for hours, or so it would seem. Then he would lightly run the cloth between his cheeks, wiping and wetting his soft curly blond hairs. Each time it would pass over his hole, the finger would press down just a bit harder, and he would moan, enjoying the attention.

Warm shaving cream was carefully applied. Each cheek would be spread apart, his legs would be forced to spread even wider, and then the warm cream would make him tingle. His butt would clench, getting him a slap on each cheek, and a giggle too. Randy seemed to enjoy that part the most, as he would dig his fingers into the fleshy cheeks, pulling it apart, as he would slowly shave off the hairs. He would do it very slowly, and then when finished, he would rub it down with the cloth. Then he would soap it up a second time, and once more run the razor down the inside of his buttocks.

He said he liked it smooth, then he would take the cloth, and wipe his cheeks free of the soap. Randy took his time, gently ridding Seth’s crack of any traces of soap, then would come the taste test. Randy insisted on that, from the beginning. He needed to taste it, to make sure that he had gotten all the hair out of the way, and that no soap was left. It was the part that always made Seth crazy, because it was so friggin arousing.

Randy would start by a soft tickle at the top of his bum. His tongue would just flick out at where his crack began, near the small of his back, then it would flick out a second time. He would hear Randy smacking his lips, as if actually tasting something, then he would feel his fingers run down his cheeks. They would be tight, in anticipation, and the fingers would just tickle at the insides, as he would slowly position them along the fleshy cheeks. The palm of his hand would rest on the mounds of his cheeks, the fingers spread apart but not yet inside.

He would moan then, he couldn’t help himself, which would make Randy suddenly suck in his breath. Then the fingers would slowly reach outwards, slowly moving between his cheeks, until they could go no further. Then Randy would begin to press and let each fingers slowly dig into the soft flesh. Seth would moan and Randy would be panting as his fingers would press hard, then he would pull the flesh apart, like peeling an orange.

Then he would feel the hot breath on his cheeks, then between them. Randy would lower his face, and breath gently down his valley, making him shiver. His whole body would quiver as Randy just blew softly. Every nerve in his body, and his rectum would be tingling by now, as the tongue would once more flick out, licking at the top of his valley, but this time it didn’t leave.

Instead he would feel the raspy edge tickle him, then curl up and slowly he would begin to slide the tongue downwards, which always made Seth shake. His body would tremble uncontrollably, as he would moan and groan constantly while Randy licked him. It was never fast, just slow and hard until the tip of the tongue would reach his hole, then it would swirl around, teasing him, before it would move further down, past the aching hole. His legs would stiffen, as the tongue would go all the way down, then lick at his freshly shaved balls.

The sensations running up and down his body were unbelievable. His whole body shivered, as Randy would begin to move back up, to slide his tongue up the freshly shaved crack. His nerves would be screaming at him, the waves of pleasure fogging his mind and he would ball his hands up into fists, and strike the bed hard, as he shook. Randy didn’t seem to notice, as he kept the same speed until he reached Seth’s hole. Then he would lick at it, pull his head back a little, blow across the hole, then he felt the spit and suddenly, just as he realized what was to follow, he felt the tongue dig at his hole, twist and drive itself past the hole. He would yell his pleasure, as Randy would press inwards as hard as he could. His tongue was well inside licking and tasting him, which made his body go into a spasm. His legs grew numb, his arms taut, as he felt the sensations rolling all through him.

Suddenly it would all be over. Randy would lift his head up, take his tongue out, and just as he would begin to complain, he would feel a long tapered finger suddenly drive deep into his hole. He would cry out in surprise, then a second finger would be added, and they would dig deep down inside, twisting and turning as they pushed inwards. His body shook, his eyes would see brilliant flashes of reds and purples, as he coped with the constant waves of pleasure that filled his thoughts. He would begin to sweat, as the two fingers would twist around, and he could feel Randy’s knuckles pressing up against his hole, threatening to push past, as he held his breath.

It wouldn’t take long before he would be screaming that he was going to cum. That always made Randy push his fingers in faster, and somehow he would manage to keep the fingers buried inside of his ass, while flipping him over, so he could witness that explosion. The instant he felt himself on his back, he would look up at Randy, and his eyes would be glazed, as his body would buck and jerk. He could feel his balls hurting as his milk was released. He could feel it travel through his body until it was rushing along his throbbing cock. His eyes would widen as he would give out a warning cry that was more of a strangled groan.

His hips would shoot up, his legs stiffen even more, and his cock would ache, hurt even, just before the head would rear back, and then it would happen. He would see Randy’s face suddenly grow taut, the eyes sparkle and his nostrils would flare. The first of his cum was leaving his cock, the first splatter was making its way to Randy, would was watching it in awe. The fingers inside would suddenly dig in even more, as that first load of his cum would hit the belly of the young man leaning over him.

His whole body would convulse in spasms, as he would shoot his load, Randy not even having to touch him. His cock would shoot, while inside his ass, Randy’s fingers were digging deeper. Only when the last of his milk had dribbled out, did Randy slowly pull his fingers out, and lean backwards onto his haunches. He would be smiling, the hand that had been buried between Seth’s cheeks now caressing Randy’s belly, rubbing the milky grey cum into the skin.

The sound of his front door opening startled Seth, as he realized that it was that time already. He looked at his watch, smiled as he realized that he might not be able to set the VCR, but he sure knew how to pick boyfriends.

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