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Ronny finished one more ‘stop ‘n go’ and bent over. He was gasping for air, as the cold bit deep into his lungs. Sweat was dripping off his face, clouding the face mask he wore a little. There was no doubt he was winded, which was good. It meant he had been putting out a maximum effort, as he felt the cold start to chill him, despite all the pads and gear he had on.

The huge clock the was on the wall continued to tick away as he slowly recovered his breath. It was nearly 6am, and his time on the ice was coming to a close. He had been coming here for 3 years now, ever since he was sixteen. It was his goal, even then, to eventually try out for the local college team, once he was old enough.

Now that he was, now that he was actually a student here, the long hours of getting up at 2am to do his paper routes, then come here for an hour of skating, of working out, was paying off. Next week would be the tryouts for the hockey team, and he knew he was ready.

Every waking minute, he had dreamed of this moment, of putting on the team jersey, of skating out in front of all those fans, of playing. Others dreamed of football or basketball, but Ronny was a hockey nut. He wasn’t tall enough for football, standing just under 5ft 10in in bare feet, and he sure wasn’t muscular enough either, weighing in a paltry 130 pounds.

He wasn’t a rack of bones, he had some muscles, but just not enough to play anything other than hockey. He was fast, whether on his feet, or on skates. He had absolute control over his young body when on skates, could take a hit pretty good too. But he could dish it out too, which, added to his quickness, made him a natural winger.

His family had never understood his drive, his dream of playing for the hockey team. They thought he was nuts, sleeping after dinner, getting up at 2am, but then his parents weren’t exactly go getters either. Nor were his brothers. To them, the end of High School was merely a stepping stone to heading over to the Mill, getting a job there and finding a girl to marry.

He wanted more for himself than some cheap tract house, a boring dead end job. Besides, marriage wasn’t in his future, seeing as how he liked guys over girls. Ronny doubted if anyone even suspected, certainly not his brothers or parents. His few school friends just thought he was nuts, so he felt safe.

Still, he couldn’t help but dream, of wonder too. His brothers would be stunned to find out how he had even rated them, on his scale of attractiveness, or how he rated his friends. Shit, if Ben ever found out, he’d clock him one for sure. None of them understood his kind, not the teachers, not the kids, no one.

It was a lonely childhood, which is why he drove himself so hard, to make the money so he could take that step no one in his family ever took, the one of going to college. Slowly he stood up, feeling the aches all over, the muscles in his body protesting the motion. He looked at the clock, wondering if he had time for a few more quick runs up and down, feeling his body hoping he didn’t.

As he glided towards the end of the rink, to start a couple more quick dashes, he spotted him again. He was rather tall and gangly looking, a strange reddish hint of hair was about all of his features Ronny could distinguish. The rest was hidden in the shadows. For the last two weeks, he had seen this shadowy figure, watching. He had no idea who it was, and the guy never seemed to come out from behind the shadows. Even when his time on the ice was over, and he would go to the locker room, the guy was never around.

Yet when he would head out the front door, he would hear someone on the ice. He was becoming tempted to sneak back in, to see who this stranger was that seemed to be showing up earlier each morning, to just watch. It was all rather mysterious, which fuelled his overactive imagination.

He shook his head, as he looked away, and stared down the rink towards the other side. He let his mind focus, his will directed at his body, at his legs. His eyes grew glazed as he imagined himself in practice, imagined hearing a whistle blow, and he was off.

Darting down the ice, his arms pumping, his legs forcing him faster down the sheet of ice. He could feel the air rushing past, but his eyes stared straight ahead, his head held up, seeing the advertising on the boards flash past in a blur, and then he was there, approaching the far end, as if about to crash headlong into them. His feet changes, slicing hard into the ice, sending up chunks of shaved ice as he slowed, as his body began to turn.

His eyes now were on the end he had just come from, his eyes narrowed, as he began the motion all over again, of building back up his speed, to dash back from where he had come. His mouth was dry, as his head stared forwards, his arms pumping, his legs driving as the speed mounted.

As he drew nearer, he saw the clock, saw the time as he once more turned, to bring his racing body to a stop. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing, and his lungs aching, but he felt good. He had done an extra dash, again. He felt like he was only getting better, as he gulped in the cold air, taking his helmet off, wiping his forehead. His dark brown hair was matted with sweat, as he glided towards the gate, to head once more to the locker room.

As he stepped off the ice, he turned his head, and saw at the far end the stranger. He couldn’t see any more of him, just his shadowy figure, but he knew the guy was looking at him. He could feel his eyes boring in on him, and it gave him a strange feeling inside. He could feel his body reacting, feeling the strain on his cup and jockstrap inside the padded hockey pants.

There was something about the guy that made him quiver a little, made him wish he had the nerve to call out to him, to get him to come out of the shadows. Ronny sighed, as he walked down the cold empty tunnel, to the locker room, pushing the door open, holding it open just a second longer, as he listened. It was dead silence, and he shrugged as he let the locker door bang shut.

The wire caged clock showed he was running late as he stripped off his hockey gear. Placing the skates to one side, he leaned back, against the lockers, then quickly removed his jersey, his pads, and pants. He stood there, a t-shirt over his slight frame, his hockey socks pulled up high. The chill in the room made him shiver as he sat down on the worn wooden bench, to finish undressing.

He thought about a shower, realizing that he was dawdling, hoping the shadow boy would show up. His first class was a few hours off, and he could always skip breakfast, but as he looked over, the door remained shut, the silence telling him he was still alone. Sighing, he began the final stages of undressing, until he was wearing nothing but his jockstrap. He stood up and turned to the locker, to grab his towel and soap, before heading for a nice hot shower.

Just as he grabbed the soap off the top shelf of his locker, he knew he wasn’t alone. Turning around quickly, he could see him, just standing there looking at him. His eyes opened wide, as he finally saw the shadow boy, and he felt his body stiffen.

He couldn’t believe what he was saw. The guy was much taller than him, at least by several inches. He was slender, probably didn’t weigh much more than he did. His hair was long, hanging over his shoulders and it shone with a red tint to it, but streaks of light blond showed in places. It gave his face a soft almost girlish look to it.

The features were fine looking, the nose thin and his cheeks were gaunt even. His lips had a pale tint, thin too. Yet it was the eyes that got him shaking a little. They were a crystal clear amber color, that seemed to just glisten as they looked out from the golden flesh. It wasn’t white, but a soft golden color that only accentuated the facial features.

Looking at him, he saw that the shadow boy’s eyes were staring at him, not at his face, but at his crotch. He found himself looking down, to see he was fully erect, and he felt a sudden sense of panic, as he looked back up at the stranger.

Ronny almost missed it, but he saw the boy lick his lips quickly, then with a strange reluctance, seemed to lift his eyes up, to look at Ronny. There was a strange glint in the eyes, a sort of hunger he had never seen before, other than in his own eyes when he would think of someone he was attracted to. He felt uneasy, as he saw that same look, wondering and yet feeling vulnerable.

He wrapped his towel around his naked midriff, seeing a quick flicker in the stranger’s eyes, a sort of sadness. There was something about him, the way he stood there, just looking, that kept him excited, despite the embarrassment he was feeling.

‘Hi, I am Ronny’ he said, as he watched the young man twitch at the sound of his voice.

‘Hi, uh, Jerry’ was all he said, as he sat down on the bench opposite, his duffle bag dropped behind him. It was unnerving, as he seemed to have nothing more to say. Ronny grabbed his soap and headed to the shower, saying it was nice to meet him, or some other inane words.

Quickly he turned the shower on, dropping his towel and looking over his shoulder first. There was no one standing at the entrance to the showers, as he felt the sting of water across his body. He felt weird, not sure what it was. The guy was hot, and judging by the hard on he had, his body agreed with him. It made him nervous, because he was so exposed, but time was ticking.

There was no other sound. He could only hear the water running, feel it cleanse him, as he tried to ignore that there was another one in the locker room. His erection annoyed him too, as he thought it would give him away, but as he soaped himself up, felt the roughness of his hands rubbing his body, he couldn’t help but notice how Jerry had been staring at his cock. It was almost like he enjoyed it, or something like that.

It was hard for him to ignore how good looking Jerry was too. The way his face looked from under that mop of hair, how it all seemed to be a perfect fit. The nose, the lips, the eyes, and while he thought about it, his body seemed to become warmer, more aroused. Soaping his legs, he could see his hard cock, feel it tremble as his mind would flash him an image of that face, of the pink tongue darting out and licking at the pale lips.

Ronny shook his head, realizing that he need to stop thinking this way. It would be risky, and to go back in there, still with a hard on, would be very dangerous. He reached up, shutting off the hot water, feeling the sudden icy chill as his body was splattered by the cold. He felt himself shiver, and his mind no longer dwelled on the handsome face, the long red hair and the notion of him having a fistful of that hair entwined in his fingers, while he guided that thin angular face towards his cock.

The cold water was doing its trick, as he finally shut it off, reaching out and wrapping the towel around his middle. He wasn’t about to dry his body off, and risk arousing himself again, as he headed back to his locker, his body dripping as he hurried across the floor.

He turned to go down the pathway, to his locker when he stopped, dead in his tracks. He saw Jerry’s head suddenly jerk up and look over at him. His own eyes bulged wide open, as he stared at the naked young man.

Jerry was sitting on the bench, his body was devoid of any clothes, and Ronny saw his one hand, clutching at a huge throbbing cock. He also saw how his eyes were glazed, and how he had been looking at Ronny’s locker, at his clothes that were laid out on the bench in front. He saw how Jerry had been staring at the pair of underwear, that were folded across the bench.

His eyes moved from what Jerry had been staring at, back to Jerry. He saw how his legs were spread apart, sticking forward, while his one hand was at the base of his cock. It looked rather long, much longer than his, as he felt it stirring under the towel. His mouth was open a little, as he took it all in, and then he looked up at Jerry, saw the fear in his eyes, saw also that same hungry look. He knew he too had that look, but his was right there, as he couldn’t help but let his eyes go back and stare at Jerry’s penis.

Ronny hadn’t had much experience, most of what he had known of other men was from magazines, the Internet, and the odd porn flick he had managed to find. To actually see a hard cock, other than his own, was rare. To see it hard, was even more rare. He felt himself licking his lips, as he stared at the still erect cock. He knew he should say something, but he didn’t know what.

All he could do was look up at Jerry, and as he did, he saw the face go white with fear. He knew exactly what was going through his mind, as he had felt that same fear many times too. It would be exactly how he would be feeling if the situation were reversed. If it was him sitting there with a boner and Jerry where he was now.

Jerry’s body seemed to give a small jerk, then another as Ronny could see the fear taking hold. He didn’t know why, but he let his towel drop, and Jerry’s suddenly twitching body stopped. He could hear the quick intake of breath, but he was afraid to look back up at Jerry. Yet he knew he had to, as he felt the desire inside, the need to be touched by another man taking hold of him.

His only experiences had been in the dark movie house in the next town. Only a few times had he ventured there, never feeling right about it afterwards, but it was all that was available to him, if he wanted to keep his secret. Now, here he was, dropping his guard in front of a stranger, in his own town, in a locker room where anyone could just walk in.

There was no mistaking the look that now showed in Jerry’s face. The eyes had bugged open wide, the lust clearly visible as his hand suddenly moved, jerked a little. Ronny could see the cock quiver, as if I anticipation of something even Ronny had yet to decide.

Slowly he moved forward, the towel forgotten as his own desires grew, as his own eyes fixed on the young man’s crotch, the throbbing cock that lay there before him. It looked so inviting, so desirable, that he couldn’t help himself, as he slowly let himself kneel down in front of Jerry. His own hand reaching down to grab hold of his own erect cock. His eyes stare up at Jerry’s.

He saw the desire, felt it even, as his heart began to thunder. He licked his lips as he slowly lowered his head, still watching the eyes, still looking for a sign of rejection or repulsion. None came, just a seeming desire for him, as the hand held the hard cock before him. Ronny could smell him, smell that scent he had read about.

His nostrils flared at the aroma, he breathed it in deeply, as felt his pulse quicken, his body tremble. This wasn’t like any of the other times, this was very different, as he saw Jerry lick his lips too, in anticipation. He looked away, to stare at the rippling muscles, at the quivering flesh that swayed a little, as his breath blew across the cock head in front of his mouth.

It felt like he was in a trance. The way the cock seemed to be calling him, to making him bend to it’s will. His eyes were fixed on that head, the little slit at the top that was oozing precum. Licking his lips, he felt the cold floor as his knees rested on it, as his body shivered, though not from the cold. Every nerve in his body was expecting to hear Jerry shout, to hear him pull away in revulsion, but no words came. Instead he could hear the heavy breathing, that wasn’t just from him. He wanted to look up, but couldn’t, the image of the hard cock holding his focus.

His hands trembled, as they reached out, to touch the naked flesh of Jerry’s thighs. He felt the shock, felt the body react to his touch, felt his own body react by a deep rumbling throughout. He licked his lips again, as he smelled that aroma, that scent that made his head feel light headed. His nostrils were flaring, as he sucked it all in, as he shuffled a bit closer, feeling the hot warmth coming from Jerry’s groin.

The pounding in his head was from the roar of his heart, as he began to lower his head, to get closer. He felt terrified, that someone might walk in on them, or that Jerry would push him away at the last second, but he couldn’t stop himself. He felt a strange craving, an over powering need to take the cock, to let his lips cover it, then let it slide into his mouth.

His lips touched the head, and he felt his head rear back a second, then push forward again. His legs were aching, but all he could feel was the racing blood in his body. The thunder of his heart, the pounding of it against his chest made him shudder, as he let his lips taste the small drop of precum. His head became dizzy, his eyes losing focus as he tasted that salty sweet mixture.

A groan echoed in the empty room, and he knew it was his voice. He could feel Jerry holding his breath, waiting, as he slowly let his lips spread open, to let the head begin its entrance into his mouth. His hands reached out, to feel the trembling stomach muscles, then he put one back down, to grab hold of his own cock. It was hurting as he felt the racing tremors inside his spine.

There was a strange moan, a whimper really, as he let the hot throbbing cock enter his mouth. His tongue was eager to taste it, as he lit it pass between his lips. Ronny felt Jerry’s hands on his head, felt the fingers curling around his hair, then slowly pressing down. He wanted him to go on, as much as Ronny ached to.

His nerves were tingling, as he opened his mouth wider. As he slowly let his throat open, and guided the huge cock inside. It seemed like an endless pole, as he tried to take it all, but he couldn’t. His throat refused to let it all down, making him gag. The sound giving him a second’s hesitation. Then he moved his one free hand, to grasp at the pole, around the base. He let his fingers wrap around and hold it tight.

Through his finger tips, he felt the blood pulsing through the veins as it stiffened the cock even more. He began to bop his head up and down, his lips pressed tightly against the burning flesh. He could hear Jerry moaning now, could feel him shudder to the feeling of his lips moving up and down the hot flesh. His own hand was a blur on his cock, as his head moved quicker and quicker with each moan, each groan that seemed to roll into each other.

His body was numb, as he sucked on the cock, feeling the head bang into the side of his throat. His jaw was aching, but he refused to stop, to let it relax. His hand grew tighter on the pulsating cock, his eyes shut firmly as he enjoyed every rolling wave of pleasure that filled his body. He sucked, and sucked hard as Jerry began to tremble. He felt it begin, felt it as he held the cock firmly in the one hand, stroking his cock with his other hand.

Ronny groaned, a muffled sound, as his body began to quiver, as Jerry’s cock began to thicken even more. He felt it, felt the blood rushing past his fingers, past his lips, as he held tightly to the cock. His teeth raked the head at one second, his throat felt stretched the next as he kept bopping his head, his lips running up and down the hot pole.

The cry startled him, made him stop. His hand was motionless on his own cock, his head stuck in mid stroke as the sound reverberated in the empty room. Then he felt the head rearing back, felt the head  jerk and suddenly his mouth was being flooded by more salty sweet liquid.

His body shook as the cum filled his mouth. He choked, as it just kept filling his throat, his mouth, dripping out of the corners of his mouth. Before he could swallow, he felt the head moving back, and he knew more of that precious milk was about to fill an already filled mouth.

Despite his choking, the tightening of his throat, he swallowed what was inside, feeling it slide down his throat, even as the cock head inside came roaring forward, more hot milk pouring out in a torrent. His own body was quivering, and he could feel the deep tremors that were racing up and down Jerry’s body. He held on, taking the second stream easier than the first. Ronny continued to swallow, to barely taste the jizz at it rolled down his throat, into his stomach.

The hard gasps for air weren’t his. He realized as the last of Jerry’s cum dibbled out into his mouth, that Jerry was finished. He leaned back, onto his feet, to finally open his eyes, to see the lanky body still shaking. He felt the harsh saltiness in his mouth, but rather enjoyed it. It made him finally look up to see Jerry’s face, his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring, his mouth open. He looked totally spent, sweat was dripping down off his forehead, and his long hair looked damp, as he quickly took hold of his own cock.

He began to stroke it harder than before. His eyes were glazed still, as he stared at Jerry, as he felt the taste of his cum still in his mouth. He looked at him, amazed at how handsome he still looked, when he saw his eyes flicker open, saw them staring off into space, then slowly come into focus. His hand was moving faster and faster, his breathing was more rapid, more shallow.

The eyes were sparkling, flashing even as they came into focus. Ronny saw the eyelashes flutter, then he watched as they looked downwards, to stare at him, at his hand that was wrapped around his own cock. He saw him stare, saw him lick his lips as he watched Ronny jerk his cock.

The sight of him watching, the taste of his cum still fresh in his mind, made him suddenly close his eyes. His body shook hard, his chest heaved, his breath was suddenly gone. It was like he had been kicked in the gut driving out the last of his air. His head felt light, as he felt his balls feel like they were about to explode. His hand tightened even more, moved even faster, as he felt himself surrender to that image.

He could hear a cry, hear a distant scream, as he shook and shuddered. The roar in his head was louder, as his body surrendered, as he felt the cock in his hand shake, tremble, then shoot. The sticky cum was pouring through his fingers, flying past and out. He didn’t know where any of it landed, as he shook, hearing himself groaning now, as every nerve in his body seemed to explode.

Little dots of colors were dancing across the insides of his closed eyelids, as he struggled to breathe. His heart hurt, his cock hurt, as the last of his own cum slowly dribbled between his clenched hand.

Ronny was leaning on his hands, his back leaning at a forty five degree angle to the floor. His legs were cramped, aching as he slowly opened his eyes. His chest heaved, as he struggled to breath normally, still unable to focus fully as the light of the room seemed to burn his eyes.

Staring at him was Jerry. He had a thin smile on his face, as Ronny breathed in the smell of cum, that seemed to be all he could smell. His body was slowly recovering, but looking at Jerry, he saw his chest was still heaving a little. He watched the left nipple, as Jerry’s chest rose then fell then rose again. It was so stiff, so firm, that he wanted to lean forward, to nibble at it, to taste more of Jerry.

‘I get here at 5am’ he heard himself say, and saw the eyes light up on Jerry’s face.

‘I’ll be here’ was all he said, as he slowly stood up, looking at Ronny. His cock was still a little bit hard, and it stood out from his tall body. Ronny looked at it, then up at Jerry.

‘Hope you aren’t late.’ Ronny smiled as he said it, standing up to reach for his shorts, his eye glancing briefly towards the clock. In his head, he heard himself say ‘only 22 hours, 14 minutes’

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‘You are only as good as your last picture.’ In the porn industry that is especially true. No second chances, a hundred guys are waiting in the shadows of a successful producer. Young men, well endowed, eager to strut their stuff in front of the camera, anxiously hoping to be the next superstar. Let the slightest hint that a producer is on the decline and he becomes poison to the young stud hopefuls.

Anthony Monavano, ‘Little Anthy’ to family and business associates was the benchmark in the gay porno movies. With a dozen highly profitable videos in circulation he was now afforded the respect shown for a ‘made-guy.’ Well, almost, older family members would forever look at him and see a ‘punk.’ And the assertion had merit; he had spent much of his youth in various correctional institutions. First at the infamous juvenile facility in Tallulah, Louisiana, where he was raped and brutalized until his family managed to have him transferred to a boot camp program. However, his exploits at Tallulah followed him and he once again became a punk.

When Anthony reached his eighteenth birthday, he was transferred to Angola a.k.a., ‘The Farm.’ Louisiana’s notorious state prison to serve the remainder of his sentence for a drug conviction; about the drug thing, it was for disturbing GHB to muscle bound studs.

It was a sweet deal, the gym studs used the stuff to build muscles, and as payment they would do a little porn. When ever Anthony needed something extra, all he had to do was to increase the amount of drug. He bragged that he could turnout anyone once they were hooked on the muscle-growth drug.

Like all good scams, eventually they must end; the source of the drug dried up, but it was the muscle studs who finally fingered Anthony as the drug supplier. His trial was accelerated through the new drug court. He had hoped to remain free while his trial was being decided, however, his freedom was short lived, and soon he found himself in the big house.

His first day in general population was not wasted trying to make friends; Anthony was searching for men of power and respect, he needed to find someone fast before some joker took a fancy to him and made him his bitch.

Sitting off to the side of the basketball court was four old men. Anthony recognized Joe ‘Banana’ Jackson, a low-level former mob figure from his old Ninth Ward neighborhood in New Orleans. He rushed up and spoke to the old gentleman.

‘Sir, I’m Anthony Monavana, I remember you from the old neighborhood when I was an altar boy at St. Roach’ He didn’t really remember Joe Banana, as he was called, but felt the need to make a fast connection.

The old man squinted as he tried to remember the young man. ‘So how ya doing boy?’

Clearly not having a clue as to Anthony’s identify, he turned to his elderly inmate friends and shouted to the nearly deaf man on his right. ‘Boy from the Big Easy altar boy at my old church. Probably got his first blow job from Father McGrath!’ The old men laughed, the near-deaf one yelled. ‘That old cocksucker still at St. Roc boy?’

Anthony sniggered and pretended to be embarrassed and said, ‘No sir, he was long gone before I became a altar boy, but his replacement, Father Marsa, sucks a mean dick.’ The old men laughed and Joe Banana motioned for Anthony to sit on the bleachers in front of them.

Joe put his hands on Anthony’s shoulders and began to massage them. He leaned forward and whispered in the boy’s ear. ‘So what ya getting friendly for boymaybe you one of those little queer boys that needs to find him a daddy?’

Anthony turned his head and kissed the old man’s hand. ‘Something like that sir. I like to pick the bastard that’s going to fuck my brains out.’ He looked into the old man’s eyes hoping to see lust, but finding only the dull lifeless reflection of his soul.

‘Alright kid, I’ll watch ya ass and keep the jokers and bootie bandits from tearing ya a new one, but from now on you going to turn tricks for me. I personally don’t cotton to all that queer stuff, but selling your fine young ass could turn a nifty profit.’ Joe lightly slapped Anthony on the cheek and stood up and nodded to his old friends. ‘Time to put Little Anthony to work.’

Anthony walked in front of the older men; Joe kept a hand on the back of Anthony’s neck occasionally directing him as if he were a pet. They walked the entire perimeter of the field nodding at men who had shown interest in Anthony. It was clear to all the inmates that the new meat had a daddy and for a carton of cigarettes you could have a go at the sexy young man anal or oral.

They paused at the door to the men’s room and looked back. Three men walked toward them their hard cocks tenting out the orange jump suits. Inside Anthony was backed into a stall and told to strip. He had barely finished removing his clothes when a big man forced him down on the commode and shoved his thick cock in Anthony’s mouth.

The convict grabbed handfuls of Anthony’s jet-black hair and forced the last few inched of his giant tool down his throat. After five minutes of pounding Anthony’s face, he shot nine thick wads of cum before he pulled out. He leaned down and kissed Anthony on the mouth and said. ‘Bitch, you and me are going to be doing a lot of business.’

After wiping his still throbbing cock on Anthony’s cheek he grabbed a handful of hair and cleaned the final traces of cum and stringy slobber from his dick. The big man could not resist one final kiss and a hug. He backed out of the stall, pulled his big cock back into his jump suit and zipped up.

‘You know me and my buddies were just about to make our move on you when you hooked up with Joe. I sure would love to have you to curl up with at night. By the way, my name is Hankbe seeing you sweet cheeks.’

Joe told Hank’s buddies that the boy was through for the day and to come around tomorrow about the same time and he would let the kid give them head. One guy said he was looking forward to some boy cunt, but Joe told him that took special planing and he would get back to him.

The entourage of elderly Mafioso retraced their steps around the field showing off the new acquisition. Anthony’s face and hair carried the telltale signs of his session with Hank. Joe Banana insisted his new punk hold his head up proudly as the procession tottered along. ‘Boy, a picture is worth a thousand words, them pecker-tracks on your face and in your hair gonna give everyone of them swing-dick cons a boner.’

To be continued…

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I’d read about the Honey Hollow swimming hole on a naturally dammed section of Cunningham Creek in the Baltimore Sun’s travel section, and I’d never heard of it before, even though it was just up the road from Thurmont, where I lived. I’d heard of the Honey Hollow Reservoir, of course, because it provided water to Thurmont. It was up in a fold of the Catoctin Mountains, and the paper said it was a beautiful mile and a half hike up beyond the reservoir to a naturally fed, rock-bottom swimming hole that harkened back to our grandfather’s era. I decided right there and then I’d check that swimming hole out. I did so first in July, and although the hike lived up to its hype, the swimming hole was crowded with families with young children and a group of smart-alecky high schoolers, and so I put swimming there on a backburner.

Today I’d gotten my chance, though. After a mid-September cold snap the previous week warning us of the approach of autumn, this week was in the 80s. The apple picking had been wrapped up at Collins’s farm, so I’d settled on today to make another go at the swimming hole. It was mid week and the families would be busy doing something else and all of the kids would be back in school anyway.

As I pulled up to the parking area above the reservoir dam and at the foot of the fire trail leading up into the fold in the mountains, I had to pull in close to a humongous black Dodge Ram, because a large tree had fallen into the parking area and had left little room for parking. Still, there was only one vehicle here, so chances were good that I’d be able to get in a swim without fighting a crowd. My Toyota pickup looked tiny and vulnerable beside that big old Dodge Ram, and I couldn’t help but think of Sydney Collins, the farmer who had hired me since spring to work in his orchard. He had a Dodge Ram too. It wasn’t black, though; it was red. It had a logo on the side like this one. I looked at the logo as I wedged myself out of the driver’s door of my pickup, but I was too close in the scant space between the two vehicles to make it out.

Anyway, seeing that truck, especially there nudged up to my small pickup, reminded me that I was going to have to do something about Sydney Collins pretty soon. He was beginning to crowd me in; I’d have to decide.

I crossed the boulder-strewn creek bed that would be under an impassable torrent down to the reservoir on rainy days. And as I started the ascent up the rock-bedded fire trail running through a forest of lush oaks, hickories, and tulip poplar trees, already starting to change color, I thought about where I wasand how I’d gotten here.

I’d graduated from high school in June and was all ready to enter Mount St. Mary’s this fall, when the roof caved in on my family. My dad’s military police unit, the 115th, that had been on security duty up at the president’s Camp David retreat, had been called to Iraq. My mother had taken his absence and the danger he was in so badly that her nerves had forced her to cut back her hours at the supermarket. So, I’d done what I had to do. I’d put off going to college to stick with the family until Dad could get home and had gotten a job as quickly as I could.

Mr. Collins had been a godsendwell, in that respect, at least. He’d taken me on immediately to work in the orchard and said he’d find something for me to do even after the harvest was in. He said it was the least he could do to support my dad and the rest of the troops that were over there in Iraq. The pay was all right, and the work helped me to trim down and muscle up better than spending money at a gym would do.

I’d caught on real fast, though, what Mr. Collins’s real interest in me was. He wasn’t married and had some of the other guys working for him living up at the house. I overheard them talking and I paid some close attention to how they related to each other, and so I knew pretty quickly what Mr. Collins was like and what he expected of his hired hands. I wasn’t shocked or put off, really. Just conflicted. I’d had some confusion about what I wanted and was like myself in high school, but I’d never been brave enoughor fool enoughto go anywhere with some of my thoughts.

Sydney Collins brought those thoughts back, though. He was old from my perspective, but he probably wasn’t all that old. And he was a rangy, solid guy. Not handsome by any means, but not ugly, either. I guess a woman would have called him sexy enough. I just didn’t know.

What I did know that Sydney Collins was, though, was a touchy-feely sort of guy and one with something on his mind that included me in his plans.

The day before I’d come up here to check out the swimming hole again, he’d more or less trapped me at the fence while I was watching the new, sleek black mare he’d bought trotting around at pasture and put his arm around me in that real friendly manner he had.

‘You like her, Jake?’ he asked. ‘I hope so. She cost me a good penny.’

‘Yep,’ I answered. ‘She looks mighty fine. Ridden her yet?’

‘No,’ he responded. ‘She’s still mighty skittish about that. She’s fine quality and needs to be brought along proper. I’m bringing in a horse handler to break her in for me. I want her to want to be ridden by me when I first mount her.’

We paused, admiring the marein fact admiring the whole beauty of the green pasture land on the gentle slope between valley and mountain, with its white fences and azure-blue sky. Everything would have been perfect if I wasn’t so aware of that arm Collins had draped around my shoulder.

‘Why don’t you come on up to the house with me, Jake?’ Collins suddenly said in a low, husky voice. ‘There’s something I’d like to show you.’

‘Sorry, I can’t today, Mr. Collins,’ I answered. My mind raced for a reason. ‘My mom needs me to pick up the girls at school this afternoon. She can’t do it today. Maybe another day . . .’

‘Fine,’ Collins said a bit stiffly and removed his arm from around my shoulder. ‘Maybe another day. It can wait. But not tomorrow. I understand you aren’t coming in to work tomorrow.’

‘That’s right,’ I said. ‘I need to do some thinking and I’ve heard there’s an old-fashioned swimming hole up above Honey Hollow Reservoir. I’m thinking of hiking up there tomorrow afternoon.’

‘That sounds like fun,’ Collins said as he turned to walk on up to his house. ‘It’s supposed to be a hot day; do some skinny dipping up there for me, you hear?’

Skinny dipping at the watering hole. That reminded me as I picked my way over the rocks of a stream bed intersecting that fire trail that I hadn’t thought about bringing a swim suit. Well, we’d just have to see what was what, I thought, as I passed the half-way point between the parking area and the swimming hole. A brush-choked clearing was off to my left by the fire trail. The remnants of a stone fireplace told me that someone had once lived up heremaybe had been born in a cabin here and lived their whole life here and died here, leading a normal, dull life. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. I wanted some risk and danger in my life. I wanted to know that I had lived life to the hilt. That was kind of hard to do in Thurmont, Maryland, though.

And speaking of that, as soon as I came up onto the swimming hole, I knew I wanted to swim in it. It was deserted today. The creek bed was a good bit down from the fire trail, and it would take some risk and effort just to get down to it. The swimming hole was in a gorge of sorts lined with great slabs of gray rock that jutted out here and there at square angles, like it had been quarried. But it had been nature, not man that had quarried it. The swimming hole itself was just a slightly wider section of the creek bed and had three chambers that I could see from the trail far above it. Three different rock-walled ‘rooms,’ the first one down more private than the lower two. I couldn’t see what was farther up the creek from this cascade of rocks, because what would be the wall on that side of the upper chamber was maybe a twenty-five-feet high rock cliff with a waterfall noisily feeding the upper swimming hole. At the same level, naturally arranged piles of large, square-sided slab of rock separated that chamber from the next. And then there was another drop of about fifteen feet, with a waterfall down to the lowest swimming hole. The middle chamber was the largest and looked like the cleanest and the most easily assessible one from here, so I picked my way down the side of the ravine to the terracing of solid rock surrounding that area and stripped off my shorts, T-shirt, and briefs and eased myself into the water.

It was like heaven in the water, and I just laid back and floated and luxuriated in the solitude.

It was a false solitude, though. I heard, or rather sensed, a shifting of pebbles on rock and looked over to the side of the swimming hole. I wasn’t alone. A mannot old, but not young, probably ten or eleven years older than I waswas crouched down on his haunches and staring at me. He wasn’t looking menacingly and he didn’t scare me, but he was looking pretty hard at me, and there I was, naked, in a clear-water swimming hole.

‘How’s the water?’ he asked in a low, melodious voice. Not threatening at all. Warm and interesting voice.

‘Ummm. It’s pretty cold,’ I said. And then I nonsensically went on. ‘I . . . I thought I was the only one here.’

‘Otherwise you wouldn’t be skinny dipping, I guess,’ he said. He followed this with a friendly smile. He was a handsome man. Well-built from what I could seeat least his chest and arm muscles were bulgy against the fabric of his T-shirt and showed that he wasn’t afraid of manual work. Dark complexioned and with dark hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with his skin tone and that danced when he spoke. He had a slow-starting smile that exuded confidence and good will.

I strangely felt calm in his presence even though the mere thought that I was naked in the water before him made me twitch nervously every couple of minutes. I was lost between wanting to talk with him, to hear the cool, calming tone of his voice again, and wanting him to go away so that I could dress and escape from here.

‘No, no,’ I answered. ‘I don’t usually do this sort of thing.’

‘No, I didn’t think so. But there’s no harm, is there? We’re all alone up here in this beautiful setting, and it’s a sweaty walk up that trail, despite the tree overhang. And it’s a hot day. This swimming hole is made for skinny dipping, don’t you think?’

‘Yes, yes, I guess it is,’ I responded.

‘In fact, I’m hot from the hike, too. Just seeing you in that cool water makes me feel hot out here on this stone ledge. I think I’ll join you, if you don’t mind.’

I did mind. I very much minded. But I was tongue tied. He had as much right to be here and to swim here as I did. I tried not to watch as he stripped off his jeans, T-shirt and bootshe hadn’t been wearing any briefsand rose to his full height before jumping into the water. But of course I looked. He was very well put together indeed. Darkly tanned skin everywhere but where low-riding jeans shorts would hit. He obviously worked out of doors. And the paleness of his pelvis area highlighted a low-hanging dick and heavy balls that were covered in curly black hair that trailed all the way up his groin, belly, and sternum and parted and flared out across his well-muscled chest. His forearms and legs were well covered with curly black hair as well. Altogether a well-constructed, graceful package.

A splash of water and he was in the pool as well.

‘Oh, you’re right,’ he said with a sputter. ‘It’s cold in here all right. We probably should huddle to keep from freezing.’

Just the image of that set my teeth to chatteringand it wasn’t from the cold. I clumsily moved through the resisting water to the other side of the pool from him. There was nowhere in this pool that was far from anywhere else in this pool, however.

‘Ah, come on, I was just joking,’ he said. ‘Besides, I can tell you liked what you saw. The coldness of the water should be having the opposite effect on you than what I can see.’

His voice was still calm and soothing. Incongruously, It was full of innocent playfulness too. I felt embarrassed and on the defensive that I was upset by what he said. And, damn, it was true. I was getting hard. And I couldn’t hide it very well. The water this high up on the mountainside was pristine clear.

‘So, I’ll bet you’ve never swum in the nude with another man, have you?’ the stranger asked, as he turned on his back and floated. I could clearly see his well-toned body and big, flopping penis right at the surface of the water. ‘I’m Lance, by the way. Lance Stevens. And you’re . . . ?’

‘Umm, Jake, Jake Henderson,’ I said. It was like he was playing me. Sticking in something provocative and immediately taking the edge off it with something friendly and nonthreatening. All the time gettng to know me better, though, getting more intimate.

‘Jake. That’s a good name. Live around here, Jake?’

‘Umm, yes, just down the mountain, in Thurmont.’

‘In high school, Jake? Cutting classes are you?’

‘Uh, no, I graduated last year. I should be starting college now, but my dad’s in Iraq and I have to work until he gets home.’ I had no idea what I was telling him all this. He was just so easy to talk to, despite the awkwardness of this situation.

‘Ah, already through high school. Old enough then.’

Old enough? Old enough for what, I asked myself. But I knew why he asked; I just didn’t want to admit I knew. I was beginning to feel all tingly inside and my cock hardened further and started to twitch.

‘Lots of girlfriends, I’ll bet. A good looking, strapping lad like you must get prime pussy every Saturday night.’

‘Ummm. No, nothing like that,’ I said. I was backing away without really realizing it, but had come up close to the rocky edge of the pool. I was backing up, though, because Lance had righted himself from his float and was drifting closer to me.

‘So, ever done it with a man, Jake?’ Still that ‘I couldn’t possibly be saying anything improper’ tone of voice he had established.

‘No, no, of course not,’ I croaked. I meant to yell it out, but all I could manage was a croak.

Lance waved his hands in the water, moving a bit away from me, giving me more room. As it was I was having trouble breathingand that had nothing to do with the cold water or the thinness of the air at this altitude.

‘But you’ve thought of it, of course,’ Lance said in a frank tone as if there was no more reasonable thought for a young man to have. ‘I mean we all have, haven’t we, if we’re honest with ourselves? And it’s just the two of us up here in this remote spot. We can certainly be honest with each other. I mean I fuck women a lot, a couple a week easily. But sex is sex is sex and a man has got to have his sex, right? When there’s no woman available and I need to get it off, any sex is good sex. Haven’t you found that too?’

Still that calming, ultrareasonable, honey-toned voice. Openly talking of things I’d barely allowed myself to even think about. And doing it so well that I didn’t even really notice that he had drifted back to very close to me and had the fingers of one of his hands brushing my upper arm just below the surface of the water.

‘Ummm, ummm,’ I answered. I fully realized I wasn’t being coherent at all. This was all just so overwhelming. He had that lulling voice of his. And the image of him standing there, on the rock, nude, achingly beautiful of body, stretched out and ready to jump in pool was emblazoned on the back of my brain.

‘So, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, Jake. We all do, of course. Don’t you?’

‘No . . . Ummm, yes, I guess so now and then.’

Wrong answer. The hand that wasn’t using its fingers to brush my arm was now tentatively fondling my cock. And my cock was responding, not paying a bit of attention to the signals of confusion and muddleheadedness and panic that were racing around my body.

Lance was still lulling me with a nonstop soothing chant in the sing song voice of his. He was pulling me with him through the opening in the rock into the first, more confining, more private poolthe pool with the cascading waterfall that filled my ears with the sound of rushing water. I was crying out as Lance’s hands raced across my body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once. The splashing of the waterfall dulled even to my own ears my cries and moans of receding protests as Lance turned me and hunched down and made a lap to accommodate the mounds of my buttocks. My own cries should have steeled my defenses against the feel of his strong, throbbing cock running under mine and his fingers pinching at my nipples and his teeth nipping at the hollow of my neck as he pulled me closer into him and let me feel the heat and inviting hardness of him. But the noisy splashing of the waterfall covered all of that, dulled my senses of what the cries should have alerted me to.

I did clearly hear the cry of pain and invasion when Lance lifted me and settled me down on his cock head and forced his way past my virgin ring and ever-so slowly and relentlessly filled me to capacity to the bottoming depth deep inside me. But it was too late then for cries. And there was no one else in this forested fastness to hear me or to come to my rescue or to witness this passing beyond a threshold that I never again could regain.

My whimpers of pain and violation slowly receded into cries of passion and urgings of filling and satisfying as Lance lifted and lowered me in that watery swirl on his powerful tool. He nuzzled my cheek with his lips and continued to whisper calming words of endearment and encouragement to me, as he lifted me up and down on his manhood with strong hands on my hips. I arched my back in the taking, first, stiff as a board, but as I realized both that I had now given up all there was to surrender and that I not only could now accommodate it but also was enjoying it, the tension flowed out of my body and I began to match the rhythm of the fuck. Sensing I had melted to him, Lance nibbled at my cheek and I turned my head to him and let him possess my mouth, making my surrender, my acquiescence, my complicity complete.

He settled me down into his lap, his dick far up into me, just holding now, as he moved a hand around to my cock and stroked me off until the water around us was cloudy with my cream.

Then he raised out of his crouch and moved through the water, still buried deep inside me, back to the middle pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, near where our clothes lay. He made a cushion of sorts with my clothes on the rocky ledge dropping right at the side of the pool and, pulling me off his tool, turned me and laid me gently down on my cushioning clothes on my back. He was standing in the water between my legs then. He lifted and spread my thighs, pushing my knees up into my torso, with his strong hands, and slowly slid his cock back inside me and fucked me, fucking and fucking and fucking until I felt him give a little lurch and then pull his cock out and shoot his warm cum on my belly.

He came up on the rock and lay stretched out beside me then and cradled me in his arms and rocked me back and forth gently while soothing my soul with his thanks for giving my virginity to him.

‘Do you come here often?’ Lance asked in a low voice. ‘This is my first time here, but if you . . .’ He was fingering my hole with a tantalizing finger and I had every reason to believe that he would have taken me again right there if I’d asked him to.

‘Maybe,’ I said. ‘I’ll have to think about it. This is just all happening too fast, though.’

Lulled by that rich, calming voice of his, I slept then, luxuriating in the feel of his strong, callused hands gliding across my young, heretofore innocent body. When I awoke, he was gone from the pool. And when I had dressed and slowly worked my painful way back down to the trailhead parking area, the big black Dodge Ram was gone as well.

Within a half hour, though, I saw it again. I decided to stop by Collins’s orchard to check my work schedule before going home, and I was about to pull into the farm road when I saw that big black Dodge Ram again in the farm yard. I could make out Lance sitting in the driver’s seat and there was Sydney Collins leaning up against the window, looking up into the cab and smiling and laughing at something he was discussing with Lance. I pulled my truck up to the side of the road, where the branches of the trees blocked me from the view of the farm yard but where I could get a good look at what was going on there.

I saw Collins transfer a thick envelope to Lance’s hands, those hands that only recently were unlocking my virginity and touching me in my most intimate recesses. Collins stood back, and Lance got out of the cab of his truck and the two slowly walked toward the pasture, toward where the new, black mare twitched and skitted about, waiting for someone to break her in to be ridden by Sydney Collins.

I could clearly read the logo on Lance’s truck now. It said ‘Lance Stevens, Horse Handler.’

I got back into my Toyota pickup and started toward home. No use crying over what was lost. I somehow knew I was moving in this direction anyway. I just needed someone to break me in right, to get me past the skittish phase. I knew now that the next time Collins asked me up to his house, I would go with him. And that this wasn’t my last visit to the Honey Hollow swimming hole, either.

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Randy didn’t think he was dull, or unimaginative. No matter what Frank might say or think, he wasn’t some boring old queen either. Hell, he was just 24, had a decent job and before meeting up with Frank, had done his share of partying. He was known in the bars, and could hold his own. More than that, lots of guys pursued him, including Frank, so what if that had been almost a year ago?

He had been with Frank, did he expect him to still flirt with every Tom, Dick, and Harry just to prove he still had it? Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t asked Frank to go out, to take drives to the lake, or go park and neck. It was Frank who always had the excuses, not him.

Randy selected a seat near the back, where no one else was around, and he waited for the movie to begin. It was mid afternoon, and the place was nearly empty. As he waited for the movie to begin, he continued to think about Frank, about how he had just told him, point blank, that he was bored, that their sex life was dull, and that he was moving on.

It had come as a total shock to him, because Frank had never shown he was bored, or unhappy. They had sex just the night before, and he had enjoyed it. Still, it hurt and in all honesty, it pissed him off too. Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Frank was right. Maybe he was dull, but he had been happy just nestling in Frank’s arms, in cuddling together on the sofa. Obviously it wasn’t enough for Frank.

He should have known better than to hook up with someone like Frank. While he was no slouch in the looks department, Frank had a look to him that just seemed to attract others. He was tall, just over six foot, solid build too, and had the most amazing abs you could lick. Frank liked that, or so Randy had though.

Frank had a big dick, but Randy thought his wasn’t exactly out of the running. He never had any complaints before but about his dick size, so it couldn’t be that. Others certainly had enjoyed sucking on it, or taking it up their ass. Frank always seemed to enjoy those moments, when he would penetrate his tight ass. Plus, he was always willing to roll over when Frank wanted to be the top, so it couldn’t be that.

The theatre grew dark, and he could see some of the couples ahead getting closer, in anticipation of the something. He didn’t think it really had anything to do with watching the big screen either. He chuckled, as one couple suddenly disappeared from his view. It brought up some interesting memories, which is why he didn’t notice the man coming down the aisle.

It was as he sat down, in the seat next to him that made him realize he wasn’t alone. It startled him a little, as he turned to stare at the shadow figure. There was the drink container in one hand, the popcorn in the other, but there was something familiar about him, that he just couldn’t place.

To begin with, he didn’t look any older than his own age. Maybe even a year younger or maybe older, though it was hard to gauge in the dim light. Whoever he was, he had longish hair, and he slouched in his chair, hardly even noticing Randy. That was okay, but he wished he’d chosen somewhere else to sit, as he just wanted to be alone, to try and figure out what he had done wrong with Frank.

He heard the guy next to him lower the other seat, and saw him placing his drink down. The guy was settling in, and he was stuck with him next to him, unless he got up and moved, but screw it, he thought. He settled himself down, reached over to his other side, where he had his own stash of goodies. There was his super sized extra large soda, the gigantic tub of buttered popcorn, and a few assorted candy bars. He was set for the double feature, and set to feed his rejection from Frank.

Not like he put on any weight. He was still the same weight as he had been in High School, where he played football, was on the basketball team and even the track team. He loved sports, which maybe is what upset Frank. Maybe he spent too much time watching the games on television, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t turn it off, if asked.

The music blared out and he looked up to see the opening credits finish their crawling on the screen. He stared at the screen, aware of the man next to him. Randy could hear his breathing, but he just knew the guy wasn’t looking at the screen, but was checking him out. It kind of felt creepy, but then also rather exciting.

After all, even in the dark of a theatre, it was nice to have someone check you out. So much for being dull, he thought, as he smiled. He put his arm down on the chair, and instantly felt the other arm. Randy felt himself grow tense, just as the other arm seemed to stiffen to his touch too. It was electrifying even, that somehow made him squirm a little in his seat.

He had forgotten about the rules in a dark theatre. His mind was trying to search its memory banks for the codes, the signals, but he was drawing a blank, as he kept his arm there, just as the other person did. It was all rather exciting and nerve-racking at the same time.

Randy had his tub of popcorn in his lap, and despite the thrilling touch of hands, arms, he used it to reach in and dig out some popcorn. He felt the grease on his fingers, as he stuffed his mouth with the tasty bits of popcorn kernels. His eyes never moved from the screen, despite the growing desire to steal a glance or two.

After each mouthful he would put his arm down, and the other hand never seemed to move. It was always there, which made him more intrigued by it all. It was almost like he was having a secret liaison, like in the old spy flicks. The secret agent would come into the dark theatre, exchange some secret signal, then pass over the secret plans that would save mankind. Okay he was stretching it, but then too, would a boring person think of such a thing?

He had to chuckle as he thought about Frank, wondering what he would be saying if he knew what he was thinking right now? Would he make fun of him, or would he re-think is opinion of Randy? In a strange way, he realized he just didn’t care what he would do or think.

He felt the hand move a little, and felt the man’s hand touch his, which didn’t really click. He felt a strange warmth growing inside, felt a strange rush of emotion and he turned his head to stare at the man’s silhouette. Randy liked the man’s outline, the way his hair seemed to be so full, curly even. It had a light tint to it, so maybe he was a blond, like him. He had a rather nice shaped nose, and his mouth seemed well proportioned and shapely.

For a minute he wondered if he was a good kisser or not? And then he turned back to stare at the screen. Suddenly he was certain that he was being checked out. There was no mistaking the feeling of being watched. It was an instinct he had honed during his bar hopping days. He could always tell when someone was checking him out, when they were feeling interested. He had that feeling now, which made him turn to look back.

The eyes were indeed looking at him, and he saw a thin smile curving around the face, as he turned to look at him. Randy couldn’t get the idea out of his head that the guy looked familiar, but the eyes held him captive. They looked so intense, so filled with desire that he couldn’t help but stare back at them.

As he did, he felt the hand next to his move, then cover his own hand. Randy didn’t move, letting the hand stay where it was. Hell, it was better than moping, he thought, not sure if there would be more or not. The finger over his began to tap, to lightly move up and down on his hand, then slowly the hand moved, the finger caressing his hand with a soft touch that made him shiver.

It was amazing, at how his body was enjoying the soft touch of the other’s hand on his. He felt the fingers move up his arm, then down. It was totally making him hard, which surprised him. He generally didn’t get that aroused, from a simple touch, least not for awhile.

The hand moved down and rested on his thigh. He felt himself stiffen, which seemed to hold the other man back. Randy felt himself suck in air, then he could hear his heart pounding a little faster, and in that second he made up his mind. He glanced around briefly, noticed how many heads were either close together, or simply just showing over the seats. His own hand moved off the arm of the chair, and rested on the thigh of the man next to him.

He felt the muscles stiffen, felt his own heart beat faster, as there was a soft little sigh. It was odd, but he felt his own leg begin to ache, along with other body parts. It was odd, the way his body was reacting to just the touch of the man’s hand on his leg. He felt the hand stir, as soon as he had placed his own hand on the other’s leg. He felt the fingers spread apart, squeeze his thigh, then begin to rub his leg.

The man next to him shifted, so he was leaning closer to Randy. He could smell his cologne, as his hand moved down the inside of his leg. The fingers were gently caressing him, feeling his muscles as they roamed across, reaching for more than just his leg. He felt his breathing becoming a bit shallow, felt the excitement rising inside of him. He couldn’t believe it, but he was fully aroused, his body trembling just a little to this stranger’s gentle touch, gentle caress.

His own hand seemed to move now and then, in time with the other guy’s. He felt his fingers spread out, reaching for exactly what the other was reaching for. He could feel the stretched fabric of the man’s pants, as he approached his groin. The other guy was aroused, as much as he was.

He took a deep breath, wondering if the guy was some cop, or was some movie theatre pervert. He looked over, seeing the man’s head leaning towards him, but staring straight ahead at the screen. He saw the nostrils of his nose flaring, and he recognized the look that was all over his face. It was the same hungry look that he knew was all over his own face.

Randy shifted himself over, and with his free hand, he put his tub of popcorn back onto the empty chair next to him. He felt the man next to him stiffen for a minute, then relax and continue to reach over. By moving himself over, he was closer to the man, and could smell that cologne. IT was a nice fragrance, that seemed to also remind him of someone, but he couldn’t think of who. All he could think of, was hot horny he was suddenly feeling. His body was aching in ways he hadn’t felt for ages.

Feeling a bit daring, he managed to take a guick look around, and saw that no one was watching him, or looking his way. He reached down with his free hand, and undid his jean button. The sound seemed so loud, and the hand that was near by, suddenly stopped moving. It just seemed to wait there, while he undid the button, then let the pants open, pushing his zipper down.

He felt himself swallow, as he realized he was exposing himself to some stranger, to some unknown person. If the guy was a cop, he was dead now, and if not, well, it would be a different movie going experience. Randy moved his free hand away, and waited. He felt the man next to him stir, felt him reaching to his other hand, and then he heard the pop.

Just as he had, the other man undid his own pants button, and pushed them open. He smiled to himself as he let his hand move across the open pants. His fingers felt the raspy edge of the opened zipper, and then the soft fabric of the man’s shorts. He felt the heat too, as his fingers and hand moved across the hard lump. His heart began to race, as his hand moved slowly over the stiff pole that was encased in the shorts. He could feel it throb, as his hand rubbed across it.

The stranger then returned the favour, which made Randy moan softly. The way the hand seemed to know exactly where his cock was, how it was resting under his shorts. It reached out, and the fingers led the way, moving slowly along his thickened cock. He felt his body shake, as the fingers moved along his shaft, until it came to the cockhead, that was nestled near his belly. He was totally hard, and the fingers moved across his shorts, and Randy realized he was dripping. The stranger seemed to sense it too, as the fingers played around the head, feeling the wet shorts, feeling the cock trembling under his touch.

The hand closed over his balls and cock root. He felt it squeezing him, making him squirm a little, and then it moved up, pushing up against his shaft, until it was up to his belly. He felt the hand, felt the fingers as they reached his waistband, and it was amazing at how quickly he was feeling out of breath. His chest was heaving with excitement, as the hand reached out and took hold of his shorts, and began to try and pull them down. The man wanted to touch him, to take his cock, and he let his other hand move over to help. As his fingers touched the man’s, he felt the jolt of electricity, felt his cock shudder, his balls suddenly feel like they would explode, but he held back.

Randy let the moment pass, and he pulled his shorts up and out, then down. So his cock was still being held by the waist band, but was partially exposed. The man grunted softly, as his hand moved quickly to touch his shaft. He moaned now, as the fingers reached around and began to grasp his cock. He felt the hand press it into his body, felt it run up and down the exposed portion of the shaft. His cock head was oozing more precum, and the hand moved over it and under, coating his exposed shaft with his own milk.

It made him groan, slink down a little in his seat, and yet stiffen too. His legs were spread apart, and he felt his own hand try to fondle the other man’s package, but he was too into the feelings that were racing up and down his own spine. His hand lay limp, unable to move, as his body felt the hand wrap around his cock. He felt the fingers tighten as they moved slowly up the shaft and then down. His chest hurt, his heart was threatening to explode as his pulse raced faster and faster with each stroke of his dick.

His eyes closed, and he lost track of where he was. Randy bit his lower lip as the hand kept moving up and down his cock, stroking him hard. His balls ached even more, as he tasted blood from his lower lip. He couldn’t cry out, but he could hear himself breathing hard. It was like being in a raging storm as the hand pulled on his cock, faster and faster and he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt his balls slinging up, felt his body stiffen even more.

Randy could feel his hips arching up, feel his legs cramp up, felt his head leaning back against the seat, as his body surrendered to the blurred hand on his cock. The blood was rushing to his cock, his balls could no longer hold back, as he felt his hips squeezing his buttocks, then it was happening.

The strange glow of lights behind his eyelids, the thundering roar in his head, as his body exploded. The cum was spewing out, as Randy heard the man next to him suck in his breath. He could hear him moan, just as he was moaning. The pain in his chest was excruciating, as he felt his cum splattering across his exposed belly.

As his stomach twisted and his chest heaved, he felt the hand move away from his cock. He felt his own hand back on his side of the seats, as he tried to collect his thoughts. It was still hard to think, as he opened his eyes, still short of breathe.

His shirt was dotted with splatters of his cum, as he slowly began to relax. It had been an amazing hand job, one he’d not forget easily. He could feel the man next to him move a little, straighten up in his seat. He felt him doing his pants back up, which somehow seemed to disappoint him. It was like he wouldn’t get a chance to touch his dick, to give him a hand job, to return the favour. He felt suddenly dejected, and he turned to stare at the other man, when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the credits rolling along the screen.

The movie was ending, and panic gripped him for a minute. He quickly reached down, stuffing his semi hard cock back into his shorts, zipping them up quickly, as the last of the credits came rolling across the screen.

He had no idea it had taken that long, as he sat there, waiting for the lights to go on. Least he’d get to see who the guy was, and for a second he felt terrified. What if it was some old fart, or worse, some ugly creep? Yet as he thought it, he realized he just didn’t care. The guy had given him one hell of a hand job, so what if he was ugly or something.

The lights came up, and he turned to see who it was that was next to him. His jaw fell open, as he stared at the familiar face. His eyes were bulging wide open as he looked into the smiling face. He couldn’t believe it, and he just stared.

The other person looked at him, then began to laugh as he leaned back in his seat. He had that familiar Cheshire cat look on his face, proud of himself. Randy just looked, still feeling blown away by it all.

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I awakened with my butt spooned into Jesse’s groin, both of us on our sides, his placid cock inside me, me encased in his arms, his strong hands fanned out over my pecs. I felt for the ring. It was still there. I didn’t care what the courts had said, Jesse and I were married. One unit. As solidly linked as we now were in one body, linked irrevocably by that cock now at gentle rest inside me.

Jesse felt me stir and kissed my ear and nibbled at my neck, while his fingers started to make little swirling movements in the curly, downy hair around my nipples. I felt his cock stirring, that long, slender rod with the upturn that caused his dick head to drag along my inner walls maddenly as he stroked me. I pushed back into him with my butt. His mouth started to suck on my neck, more insistently, more awake. One of his hands dug into a nipple; the other fanned out over my belly, holding me there, while his hips began a rhythm. The rhythm of the early-morning deep, slow, languid, sensual fuck. I lifted a thigh over his, giving him deeper access. I sighed and moaned for him.

But he wanted more. He was fully awake, fully reinvigorated. He wanted to fuck me wildly. He always wanted to fuck me like a wild man. We didn’t really have time for this; I wasn’t really in the mood for this. But he was my partner. He wanted me, and I loved him for that.

I allowed him to pull me up onto my knees and I widened the stance of my legs, opening wide to him. My chest was flat against the sheets, and my arms were flung out wide, my fists gathering and releasing bunches of bedspread and sheeting in rhythm with the furious stroking that he, on his knees between my legs, was applying with that long, draggy cock of his inside me. As I knew it would, that cock of his was putting me in the mood for him. I cried out for him, loving those long deep strokes. I writhed underneath him, as he plowed me hard and long. I loved the feel of the sliding uncut cock inside me.

With a cry of exultation, he came inside me, flooding me, no need for any protection between us now beyond the rings of pledge on our fingers.

We collapsed on the bed, and he stroked me off to ejaculation with his hand. The loving, caring partner. I could feel him stirring again, and he wanted more, but one of us had to be sensible. He had a class to go teach and I needed to get to work on the new chapter of my novel.

Stolid against all of his protestations, teasings, and attempts to arouse me, I forced him out of the bed and lay there, half asleep, contentment filled, as I heard him patter about the apartment and then leave for the university. I would not make the mistake of stirring before he was gone. The last time I had done that, he had taken me, roughly and wildly on the kitchen counter and almost not made his class.

I waited until I was well sure that Jesse was on his way, and then I groaned my way out of the bed, showered, threw my favorite white, diaphanous caftan over my head, and padded out to the kitchen. Immediately, my mind became lost in thoughts of where to pick up the threads of my writing for the morning. I put the coffee on and wolfed down some cereal in milk while my mind was a thousand miles away. The coffee brewed, I poured a cup and moved out to the balcony overlooking the back garden. I just stood in the doorway there, breathing in the clean air through the aroma of the rich coffee. Not seeing the garden, but my mind calming down, preparing itself for what I had to write this morning, the mere presence of the garden helping me to focus inwardly.

I loved a morning fuck from Jesse, of course, but I still wasn’t fully satisfied. I had begged him to enter this monogamous relationship, I know, but I had no idea how hard it would be for me. He tended to be the one who gone from one long-term relationship to another in a consecutive stream, never overlapping his lovers. I had been the one who sought variety who fed off that variety to enrich, I had thought, each of them. My insistence on a more permanent arrangement with Jesse was really my struggle with myself to settle down, now that I had found the right man.

But this wasn’t getting me anywhere on my novel, I thought. I shook my head, sipped at the coffee, and tried to pull myself back into what I had to write today.

‘You know that when you stand with the light to your back in that white thing you’re wearing, I can see every contour of your body, don’t you?’

My head snapped around. I had no idea I wasn’t alone on the balcony. I’d been so lost in my thoughts when I’d come out here that I hadn’t even bothered to check. The apartment that shared the balcony had been vacant for months. I knew that someone had moved in a young fireman, I’d been told but I’d forgotten. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to withdraw into myself.

‘No, don’t bother with that,’ the bronze god, who evidently had been doing his morning stretches, said with a laugh. ‘I’ve seen it all now, and it’s much too nice to cover.’

‘Uh, umm,’ I stammered as much lost for words because he was a hulking beauty, all hardpacked muscle, with massive chest and arms tapering down to a divine six-pack and, from what I could see below the gym shorts he was wearing the only thing he was wearing massive thigh and calf muscles as well. And his face a regular poster model. He no doubt posed for those sexy calendars fire stations put out to help pay for their wild parties.

‘You’re Jesse’s partner, aren’t you?’

‘Ummm, yes,’ I managed to dumbly mutter. He was beautiful. He was all I looked for in a man before I had decided to settle down. Gorgeous, smiling, and gregarious.

‘I’ve met Jesse already. He told me about you.’

‘Uh, he did?’ I said, not yet together enough for intelligent conversation. Jesse, I thought, was possibly gossiping a bit too much with strangers.

‘Yeah, he told me you were a sweet fuck.’

Lost for words altogether now. Jesse had, indeed, been saying entirely too much around the neighborhood.

‘Here, come here,’ he said with a big smile, as he moved around to an iron patio chair with arms on it that sat on his side of the balcony and settled himself in it. ‘I’d like to get to know you better.’

‘I’m sorry, Mr. Mr. . . .,’ I said, trying to keep this on a civilized basis, although my knees were knocking and my hands were trembling to the point of slooshing coffee out of my cup and onto the front of my caftan.

‘Ah, you’ve spilled that on yourself, come on over here and I’ll lick it off for you. Chet, you can call me Chet. And I’d like to fuck you. Come on over here.’

‘Well, excuse ME . . . Chet,’ I almost bellowed. ‘But that’s just a bit forward. I have a partner and we are loyal to each other.’

‘Ah, it’s just a little fuck,’ Chet was saying, still dazzling me with that smile. ‘I don’t want to marry you, I just want to fuck you. And there, I can see you want it too. Your cock is at attention under that tent of yours, and you are trembling so badly you’re spilling that coffee all over and I think you’re about ready to buckle at the knees. At least put the coffee down. It’s very hot . . . just like you.’

His first good idea. I managed to get the coffee cup over to the table on our side of the balcony and set it down. But I went much farther than that. I also slipped my ring my partnership ring pledging me to Jesse and only to Jesse off my finger and laid it beside the coffee cup. I knew, of course, what that meant. He was just so beautiful and hulky and hunky and forceful. If I couldn’t resist a muscled hunk, I simply melted at a cocky dominator.

I turned toward him, he put out his hand to me and simply said, one more time, ‘Come,’ and my feet betrayed me and my pledge of fidelity to Jesse. Even with the rationalization that it was all Jesse’s fault anyway he and his big mouth about my being a bottom the guilt at what I was doing flooded me.

The guilt kept me silent, as he pulled me into in on the chair, my knees between his thighs and the chair arms, and began sucking on the coffee stains on my caftan. The guilt kept me silent as his lips found my nipples through the diaphanous material and sucked on them too. The guilt kept me silent as his lips found mine and searched and possessed. The silence turned to moans, however, when his hand went under the hem of the caftan and found my alert cock aching for the touch and stroking that he was giving it.

Strong hands pulled the caftan over my head and discarded it to the side. And warm, moist lips went to my nipples, buried themselves alternately in my bushy pits, taking in the clean, postshower man smell of me, and worked their way down my sternum. He lifted my body up under my armpits and my knees found the arms of the chair.

All the time, I was whimpering and whispering pleadings for him to stop, that I couldn’t, that we mustn’t, that it wasn’t right. But all the time sighing and moaning for him, not wanting him to stop. Hardening for him; melting for him. My plaintive ‘nos’ became compliant ‘yeses,’ as I let him know in murmurings and body responses what he was doing to drive me crazy.

His hands were dancing on my cock and balls, and I was hugging his searching lips to my chest, burying my fingers in his fine, blond hair. He put his hands under my butt cheeks and brought my body up to him. I instinctively reached up and found a couple of chains hanging from the balcony ceilings, chains that could hold flower pots for the more fussy tenants. The tenant before the fireman had had a veritable jungle of hanging pots out here.

I arched my back and cried out an ‘Oh, Gawd!’ as he swallowed my cock and started working it with his mouth. He was relentless and didn’t stop working me until I had cum and collapsed into the chair, my hands losing hold on the chains, and my knees slipping down off the chair arms and back down between the arms and his thighs.

He took one of my hands then and placed it on his basket, letting me feel the strength of him there. He felt massive, even there. He freed the monster with one of his hands, and brought my hand back to it. He wasn’t particularly long, but he was thickest I’d ever seen and felt he had a regular fire plug between his legs.

‘Do you like my sausage?’ he asked in a hoarse whisper. ‘All of this goes inside you. I’m going to fuck you good.’

‘No, noooo,’ I whimpered. ‘I don’t think I can.’

‘Sure you can,’ he said. ‘You just have to be loosened up a bit.’

With that he turned me and brought my knees back up onto the arms of the chair. I grabbed for the chains again, as he buried his face between my butt cheeks and wettened and tongued, and widened, and ate my ass out until I was a burbling mass of jelly under his talented attentions. I don’t know how good he was at putting fires out, but he was the tops at starting them and making them rage.

He must have had a tube of lube nearby, because he was now lathering my ass up and sliding his fat fingers in and out of me, checking me, preparing me.

I panicked when he turned me and I could see that he was about to set me down on that greased up monster cock of his.

‘No, oh no. A condom. Gotta be sheathed.’ This was one pledge to Jesse I couldn’t give up. We had foregone condoms ourselves, both loving the feel of skin on skin, as the reward for only having sex with each other. This would have been the final betrayal. I could not have returned to Jesse if I had gone back to multiple bareback partners.

The hunky fireman gave me a pained look, but he dutifully reached around and fished out a condom packet from somewhere, a bit too conveniently at hand, I later thought. He made me roll the condom on his cock, which was no easy chore, even though he had the largest size made. His cock was just gigantic in circumference.

I had been well prepared and had a long history of taking cock, but, even so, I howled to the breezes crossing the balcony as he rolled that massive mushroom cap around the rim of my hole and forced himself into me. A few excruciatingly painful moments, and my ass decided it would take him in fact, that it had to have this fireplug inside it, and my muscles gripped his club and pulled it inside me, with me groaning and grunting deeply to stretch for him and him laughing his delight at splitting me asunder. He soon had my butt cheeks nestled into the tops of his thighs, and that giant cock grinding around inside me and stretching my walls almost beyond the limit.

I moaned and writhed for him. I arched my back way back so that I was draped down his legs and hanging onto the legs of the iron chair with my hands. One of my legs was running up his torso and the other one hung out over the chair arm. And all the while, with those big, strong hands on my hips, he was stroking me back and forth on his fireplug. When he got tired of that, he lifted me and set my butt down on his monster cock in an ever-faster rhythm.

He was a virile stud, fast to reload, and he took me twice more, once with my knees on the chair arms and the back of the chair biting into my chest, and him standing, straddling the chair and fucking me from behind and, at last, down on all fours on the steel grated floor of the balcony, me huffing and puffing and staring down three flights of balconies to the ground and him covering me from behind and making magic between my legs.

At last, we collapsed in a heap on the balcony floor. I was breathing hard and moaning from the exertion and the stretching of my ass. He had hardly broken a sweat.

‘Jesse was right,’ he muttered at last. ‘You are one sweet fuck.’

I was feeling totally guilty all over again. Mostly because I had betrayed Jesse and gone with another man. Partly, though, because if I was going to go with another man, and a hunk like this didn’t want to use a condom, I was not taking full advantage of the sin. ‘I’m sorry about the condom,’ I murmured back to him. ‘It’s just that . . .’

‘Oh, that’s OK,’ the fireman hunk responded with a little laugh. ‘Your Jesse made me use a condom when I fucked him too.’

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My boss, Sid Jamison, had told me that tonight was one of ‘those’ nights and that I was to be in his office at precisely 8:15. Such a summons was not that unusual; Jamison had been fucking me regularly for a couple of months on the desk top in his office after hours. I didn’t mind this, because he was really hot and not all that old and he was being really good to me professionally. But I thought it a little strange that he’d given a precise time I should be there.

We worked in one of those all-glass downtown high-rises, where land was at such a premium that the office buildings faced each other closely across narrow canyons bottomed by busy streets. Jamison’s office was on the eighteenth floor, and he got off on topping me in front of floor-to-ceiling glass in the early evening hours while it was still light and while the traffic noise from below was still at a high level. But at 8:15 this time of year, it would be darker out than when we usually fucked in his office. Not a problem for me, because I hadn’t planned anything that evening, but it meant I had to stay around in the office a little longer than usual.

I showed up to his office early and he kept me up against the wall, just inside the door, for several minutes, while he got us all hot and bothered with his roaming hands and lips. We undressed each other there and then rubbed chests, bellies, and cocks until we were both panting and hard for each other. He went down on me there, my back up against the wall and him kneeling between my thighs. He was really good with his tongue and teeth and the soft inner sides of his cheeks, not to mention his fingers at my balls and back door, and it wasn’t long until I’d creamed his tonsils and nearly collapsed on top of him, with my knees buckling at the intensity of the cocksucking.

It was almost precisely 8:30 when Jamison stood and led me over to his desk. I couldn’t have asked for a more studly guy bossing me around. I took my usual stance on the desk top: on my back; butt at the edge of the desk, legs open wide, held by my hands: my back to those floor-to-ceiling glass windows. I was waiting, all atremble, as usual, for those lips at my ass, followed by the cool feel of the KY, and then by the invigorating drive of that seven-inch, very thick cock that I’d come to love plowing my canal.

But tonight, to my surprise, Jamison told me to come down off the desk and turn around, stand on the floor, feet wide apart and lay my chest on the desk top. I did as he asked he, after all, was the boss. And as he was pressing his face into my crack, successfully finding my puckered hole, and giving that attention with his lips and tongue, I rested my cheek on the desk blotter and sighed and moaned for him, assuring him that I was enjoying his attentions to me. His face came away and his teeth gave my butt cheeks a little nip here and there, causing me to writhe a bit, rubbing my rehardening dick on the leather surface of Jamison’s executive desk. I gave a little lurch and yelp and instinctively grabbed for the corners of the desk with my hands and jerked my head up as I felt the first of his KY-slathered fingers enter me and begin to probe.

When my head came up, my eyes went to the window, and, instinctively, to the glass office tower immediately across the narrow street canyon from our own glass office tower. Few lights were on over there, so it wasn’t hard for me to zero in on a brightly lit office in the mirroring building just about opposite from ours and two stories higher. That particular window was arresting, because there was a young, well-cut man leaning against that window, looking out, seemingly looking directly at me. The most arresting aspect of that young man was that he was stark naked, his hands spread out wide and supporting him against the window, his forehead plastered to the window, his legs out at a wide stance and another naked, bulky and hirsute, but not exactly fat, man kneeling behind him, his face buried in the young man’s butt, and his arms around the young man’s legs, hands tightly holding the young man’s thighs.

I could clearly see the young man’s face, and his facial expression at having his ass eaten out was surely, I thought, no less pleasure driven than my own was at what Jamison was doing at my back door.

As I watched, the hairy man across the divide stood. I saw his hand glide back around the young man’s hips, and I saw the young man lurch as the hairy man forced fingers into his asshole. I knew that was what he was doing, because at the same time, the second of Jamison’s fingers forced its way into my ass, and I also lurched. The hairy man brought his body in close behind that of the young man, and his lips went to the hollow of the young man’s neck. They both seemed to have their eyes glued on me. I felt Jamison lower his chest closely on my shoulder blades, his fingers still in my asshole, and he kissed and nuzzled the hollow of my neck. I licked my lips and moaned, not sure whether I was doing this on my own or suggestively, because the young man across the glass canyon was doing the same.

Jamison came up off my back; the hairy man pulled away from the young man’s back. Jamison clutched my hips; the hairy many clutched the young man’s hips. In one swift, painful movement, Jamison entered me with his seven thick inches and plowed up to the root. I howled to the ceiling in pain and surprise, and grabbed back at him with my hands, trying to pull him off me. But my eyes were glued to the window, where the hairy man had impaled the young man in one swift movement and the young man had lifted his head and howled to the ceiling and clutched back at the hands imprisoning his hips with his own hands.

The young man’s eyes were linked to mine, beseeching me for help, trying to convey his pain and suffering at having been possessed so fully and brutally. But I couldn’t help him; I was trying to seek the same solace from him. Mouths open in a screams that almost made the separating window glass between us reverberate, the young man and I shared our debauching and Jamison stroked my ass with his huge tool swiftly and deeply and the hairy man stroked the ass of his prisoner equally swiftly and deeply. All four of us were in a quartet of open mouths, cries of passion, and slitted eyes.

Jamison and the hairy man were keeping the same rhythm and tempo, almost as if they were doing so on purpose, and I knew exactly the point at which my pain was overridden by the pleasure of this wild fuck because my emotions were being exactly mirrored in the eyes of that young man across the glass canyon divide. Everything was all right now. No, more than all right ecstasy. I was having the hot ride of my life, and it was only being enhanced because I saw that my young counterpart was also having the hot ride of his life. I writhed and moaned and slammed my hips back to meet each thrust of Jamison, just as the young man was doing to his hairy attacker.

And I knew exactly when Jamison would release and flood my insides with his rich cream because I could see the point of release in the eyes of the hairy man. And my mouth joined that of the young man in my cry of joy at being filled so fully and so deeply.

Jamison collapsed onto my back, and the hairy man collapsed against the young man onto the window across the canyon. The hairy man lifted a hand to the young man’s cheek and turned his face fully to the window, making the young man’s eyes latch onto mine for a last time. Jamison was doing the same to me, and I could see the hairy man whispering in his young lover’s ear just as Jamison whispered in mine.

‘See that man over there, the hairy one?’ Jamison whispered. ‘That’s my pal Ned Treadwell. He and I planned this little mirroring encounter for you and his young employee. I hope you liked it.’

I’ll never be able to fully tell Jamison just how hot this glass canyon connection was for me.

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Wayne is, I’m sure, exactly the type of person that the bathhouse was hopeing for when they gave away the 8 Hour Free Pass, as one the door prizes at the Gay Pride Festival.

Wayne just happens to be one of those ‘pretty boys’ that any bathhouse would love to have hanging around. Age 23, 5’11’, 185 pounds, 44 inch chest, 32 inch waist, short dark brown flat top, a bubble butt made of stone, that anybody in their right mind would love to fuck, and a very respectably long and thick dick.

Wayne is on the phone telling his sex buddy Mike all about his visit, on his bathhouse pass.

‘Mike, I had never been in a bathhouse before, and when I won that pass I really wasn’t sure if I wanted too use it or give it to somebody else. Mike, I am so damn glad I did use it! Everybody there on the staff was great to me. I guess they could all tell that I had never done the bathhouse thing before, and they all really took me by the arm, so to say, and really made it a great day, well actually a great night, for me.’

‘I had already been told that to go in either really late in the day, like maybe 11:00 or so, or on the week-end. This is the best time to go, since that is when they are busier and there are more guys there.’

‘When I went in, I, of course, was nervous and kind of scared since I had never done this kind of thing before. I handed the guy at the counter my pass and he immediately called me by name. I guess they had all been told that when that door prize pass came in, that I was the winner.

So, anyway he immediately asked me if I had ever been there before and I, of course, told him,– No. He then said that he would get someone to show me around.’

‘Mike they have a complete weight lifting gym, a steam room, a dry sauna room, of course showers, a lounge room, and I don’t know— probably 40 or 50 individual rooms of all shapes and sizes. Some of the rooms are bigger, and that is what they gave me, one of the bigger rooms. Some of the small rooms really are very small. Just a bed, and that is it. Kind of like a closet. Mine was big enough to have a double bed, mind you, –a double bed, a table beside the bed, a chair and some walk around space.

Mine also had a lamp on the wall that had a dimmer switch on it so that you could turn it up or down as you wanted.’

‘The guy that showed me around was named Todd. While we where on our tour, I saw a lot of guys just laying in their rooms with the door open, and the light either off, or if it was one of the rooms with a dimmer, turned down kind of low. Some of the guys were laying there on their backs, and most of them had some part of a hard-on, and then some of them were laying on their stomach. As we walked past the ones on their stomachs, Todd would kind of say really low, ‘a bottom’. So I kind of gathered that if you were mostly a bottom and wanted some guy to fuck you, then you laid there where your ass was kind of on display. We did go past a couple of doors where some guys were playing with each other, but had not closed the door all the way. That’s when Todd would tell me, they are looking for a third. I really appreciated Todd’s comments. I’m sure he was aware that those comments were kind of helping me understand some of the normal stuff that goes on in there.’

‘I got there about 10:00 and I do admit that it did not look too busy, but there were a lot of cars in the parking lot, so I guess a lot of guys were in there, just behind closed doors.’

‘After Todd and I got all done with our tour, he took me to the room that I was given for the night. Like I said, it was one of the larger rooms. It was right at the end of a hallway too. So if I had the door open, I could see whoever was walking down the hall. My room, just like all of the rest of them had a sign on the wall that read, ‘The rubbers are free—USE THEM! There were four condoms on the table beside the bed, and on the dish where they were stacked was a sign that said,— ‘If no condoms are available, go to the front desk and just get some from the basket.

They are free!’ I really liked that! I really did not expect them to supply the condoms. I had brought some in my gym bag, along with some lube since I knew damn well that before I got out of there I would be getting my ass fucked at some time, buy some guy, and hopefully more than just once!

I had some tit clamps, and some cock rings with me too. You know how I love to use tit clamps on my tits when I am getting played with, so I decided to make sure I had some with me.’

‘I went in the room, got all undressed and tied the towel around my waist like I had seen the other guys in there do. Then I just kind of went for a walk. I found some more places that Todd had not shown me. There is a maze room, where it’s like walking though a puzzle, but there are also some good old dead end hiding places where a guy can stand there and get played with. That place has a lot of glory holes in it too. There were at least two rooms that have slings in them. There might be more, but I saw two that had the doors open. There is a large room that I guess must be for gang activity or for a place where guys that like to be seen having sex can use. There are probably 8 or 10 beds, all in that one room. When I went past it early, it was empty, but later in the night, that room was damn near full.’

After I walked around for a while, and thank goodness, had some guys kind of checking me out, I went back to my room. I went in and left the door part way open. I turned the light down kind of low. I guess it was easier for me to see the guys in the hallway than for them to see me since a few of them would kind of stop, then stick their heads in the door and talk for a few minutes. Things like, am I from around here, how long am I going to be there at the bath and that kind of bull shit. Nothing important.’

‘A couple of guys did come in and stand beside the bed and grab my cock and kind of stroke it while we talked. I was laying on my back, so I guess from what Todd had told me, none of them were assuming that I was a bottom. My attitude right then was hey man, I’ll do anything, so just give me time and I’m sure I will be laying on my stomach a little later with the door fully open, and the light up bright.’

‘Some guy named Joe, if I remember right, came into my room. Never said anything. Nothing the entire time he was in there, and he just walked in, looked at me up and down, reached out and grabbed ahold of my cock, and started sucking on it. Man, I was in glory! I was finally in a bathhouse, which I have wanted to go to for a long time, but was too damn afraid to admit it, and now I was there, totally naked, laying on my back in a room that everybody can walk past and look in at me, sporting a solid hard-on, and having another guy sucking on it. Mike, I was in heaven!’

‘I thought it was kind of funny, but he knew that I was about to shoot a load, and all of a sudden he pulled off. He looked at me, and then actually the one word that he did say while in there was then, and he said, ‘Later’! Then he simply turned and left. Yea-he left me with a ragging hard-on. But I was not complaining. It felt good, and I knew I’d have no problem of letting a load fly sometime later.’

‘I got up, put the towel around me again, and took another hike through the building. It did seem to be getting busier and busier to me.

Or anyway, maybe more of the guys were out of the rooms. On this walk, I found another room that I had not seen yet. It was just a TV room, TV hung from up on the wall, and then some built in benches along the walls. Of course everybody sitting in there had nothing on, not even a towel. I kind of guess it must serve as the public display space. I do admit that I did see some nice looking cocks in there. A couple of them I did want to get together with later. Hey, man, I mean, if a guy is going to just sit there and show it off to anybody that looks at it, then if it is large enough, and stiff enough, then I am eager enough to take care of it!’

‘Mike, I really can not believe that I had never been in a bathhouse before! Shit man, I have now found my home!’

‘After I walked around for awhile, I did kind of notice that the same guys were always behind me. I found out later that what they were doing is watching to see what room I went into. Hell man, they should have just asked, I’d have told them!’

‘After my little tour, I went back to the room. I left the door partly open, I turned the light to dim, and laid down on the bed on my stomach. Well, I guess Phil, or so he told me his name was, was damn hot and heavy for doing some bottom’s ass. He walked in, put his hand on the middle of my back, and told me to just lay there, don’t move. So I did.

He laid down on top of me. Now you’ve got to know, –I have no idea in hell, of who is laying on me. Skin to skin. My bare and vulnerable ass in the air, and I have not one single idea of who the naked guy is that is now laying right on me. Right then all I could think of was, I hope like hell that this guy, that is just about ready to start fucking my ass, or anyway I assume that is what is happening back there, is a hot looking stud, and not some queen type of a fairy. I like to get fucked by real men, and not some type of a fairy queen!’

‘Mike he was no fairy queen! He was all man! Of course I really did not know that until he got all done with my butt hole. When he came in and put his hand on my back, then he climbed on my back and just laid there for a moment. Then I felt him kind of raise up some, I saw him reach over and take a rubber, I felt him put it on, then I saw him take some lube from the table. I could tell he was rubbing it on his dick. He rubbed a little on my ass hole. He probably did that just to clean the excess off of his fingers. Thank God! I thought! Thank God, whoever he is, he’s not the kind of a guy that gets real turned on by dry fucks. Especially since I have no idea at all, of how damn big his cock might be.’

‘He lubed up, and I felt the tip of his cock hit my ass. His chest and upper part of his body was laying solidly on my back, but his crotch was up in the air. He got his dick all lined up, and then softly asked, you ready young kid? Then without me giving him any answer, since I really did not have any chance to, he pushed it in me. I groaned. Then I kind of moaned. Then he asked if I was OK. I told him, Yea, I’m OK, but man that is the first dick I’ve had up in there tonight, and it is really tight.

Then he just relaxed on me and told me that he would just lay there and let my ass get used to it. When we did that, then it really started to feel good.’

‘While he was just laying there, some other guy came in the room and walked up beside the bed. Phil told him that this was a private session, and asked them man to close the door as he left please. The man certainly did understand, and he left and I heard the door snap shut. Now I was in a situation where I did not know who either man was,— the one currently in my butt, nor the man that had walked in an looked at us.’

‘Phil started to use my ass some more, after he laid there on it for a few moments. He asked me if everything was OK. I told him,–Yea, it’s all feeling OK now. Well I guess that was the signal for him to see just how rough, hard and fast he could fuck me.’

‘Mike, I am sure he must have been in my ass, and fucking me as hard as he could for at least 10 or 15 minutes. Mike, I mean hard, steady, rough and fast action. I really do think he was trying to get me to yell Uncle or something. I guess he found himself one hot and hungry ass hole, because I took everything that he could give me.’

‘Mike, you remember that night when Jack decided that he wanted to see just how much I could take all in one night, and he got you and those three other guys together so you guys could fuck me as fast and as long as possible,—well this guy fucked me harder than any of you guys did that night. Mike, I mean, I really got it from this Phil guy!’

‘I must be weird or something, Mike. The more I get fucked, the rougher I get fucked, the harder I get fucked,— the more, the rougher, the harder, I want it! Mike, I really don’t like to stop! I must be a nymphomaniac in the ass! Shit man, give it to me, and I will want more!’

‘Phil finally got done and actually collapsed on my back. We just laid there for a few minutes, then he finally rolled off of me. That was the first time that I got to see just who was fucking my ass so wild.

Mike, he is a guy that I want to get to know better if at all possible. He told me he is 45, of course— married, yea–to a woman— he’s a former weight lifter that is still in damn good shape. He said he has been a member of the bathhouse for about three years, and he usually gets there about once a week, to do exactly what he had just done, and that is to fuck the hell out of some guy’s ass. Said he likes to fuck really hard, and so he uses the guys for that, since he has to be nice and gentle at home with the little wifey. He told me that she knows he comes in there and fucks the guys since she also knows he likes to get really rough when he fucks, and she can’t take it. So for him to fuck the guys, is OK with her.’

‘I gave him my phone number and told him to call me anytime he needed an ass, and he said he definitely would. He told me, that I am the first guy in about a year that did not beg for him to stop before he got ready to. I told him that he can fuck my ass as rough and as hard as he could, and I will never yell about it. Except for maybe to yell for him to do it rougher! He told me that he really does want us to do some getting together as often as possible. Mike, I guess he liked fucking me, didn’t he?’

‘Yea, I guess he must have!’ Mike replied. ‘But shit Wayne, I don’t know of any guy that has fucked your ass that did not want to get back at it again! You’ve got an ass of gold man! So then what did you do after Phil fucked you crazy?’

I got up, did the ole towel thing and as he left the room, I headed for the shower room and the steam room. Well guess what man!’

‘I guess Phil and I must have been making a little more noise than I figured. When we opened the door, five guys were all outside leaning against the wall. One guy asked,–OK guys, which one was the bottom?’

‘Phil just kind of grinned, and pointed his thumb back at me. Hey man, that made me feel kind of good. I kind of felt like Phil was telling all of those guys,– He is the bottom, and you already know damn well that he can take whatever you dish out!’

‘Phil showered and told me that he was going to go hit the road, since he had already hit some male ass for the night. I kind of laughed at him and again made him promise to give me a call. I told him that we didn’t need to get together only here at the bathhouse, we cold use my place too, and he liked the sounds of that. He left the shower room, and I went into the steam room. Yea–I know–shower room, then the steam room?

Kind of jack ass backwards, right?’

After I steamed for awhile, a good looking guy about my age came in. We started talking. Well-anyway, the end result was he wanted me to come fuck him in his room. He said that he liked to have sex in public, and wanted me to fuck him with the door open, and the light fully on. He said getting fucked in front of people that he did not know, turned him on.

I said, —Fine with me, let’s go for it!’

‘We went to his room. He opened the door as far as it would go, and he turned on the overhead light. He told me that he always requested this particular room since it always had more traffic in front of it than any other room that he knew of.’

‘He laid down on the bed, I got one of the rubbers off of the table, but it on, lubed it up, and entered his ass. One push, and I was in. And Mike, I was in all of the way! Either his ass had been fucked a lot already that night, or he just plain took big dicks with no problem.

His ass was fun, and yes we did have some guys stop by and watch me fuck him. One guy did not leave. Without asking, he mounted me. I of course was not going to complain or tell him to get off. I loved the situation. The only problem was, I, of course, did have trouble trying to fuck my bottom guy. I still do not know his name, but he liked what was happening too.’

‘The new guy, just came in, watched for a minute or two, and all of a sudden climbed up on top of me. I had to kind of just lay there and kind of hug the bottom boy. The guy on top was really the only one that could move. So he fucked my ass, and with his force in my ass, then I fucked my bottom boy’s ass. Hey, Mike, I really loved it! Shit man! It felt good having my dick in some guy’s ass, and then having some other guy’s dick rammed up in my ass. We did that for probably 20 minutes or more.’

Other guys would come in the room or at least to the door, and I guess I kind of found out that I like to have sex in front of others too.

It turned me on knowing that other guys were watching me fuck that guy under me, and at the same time, get fucked by the guy on top of me. Shit man! That was hot!’

‘I could tell that the guy that was in me was getting real ready to shoot off! His body tightened up and got all rigid. I knew he had a rubber on, so I let him cum in my ass, as he was using my ass hole for all it’s worth. He was really humping and bumping my ass, which then kind of made me do the same to the guy under me.’

‘Mike, I was involved in a stacked three way, with me in the middle, and I have no idea of who in the hell those other two guys are.

All of a sudden I realized that this was the second time tonight that I was getting fuck in my ass by some guy that I could not point out in a line up if I had to. Two fuckers in my ass so far tonight, and I have no idea of what that person even looks like. Mike, I decided that yes, I was obviously becoming a real ass slut. I was letting anything that has a dick, go to me. Mike, I know I’m getting way too damn anxious to have a guy fuck me, even some guy that I have never even looked at, but Mike, I find that really exciting. I guess it’s kind of like guys that like to get sucked off in glory holes, but never know who the sucker was. Well I guess it must be the same with me, but with me, it’s getting fucked in the ass.’

‘You know Mike, both of those guys that night, I finally talked to them and know who and what they are. You know Mike! You know, now I really do want some guy to fuck my ass, and then leave without me ever talking to him, or me seeing him! I think it would be exciting to know that there is some guy, someplace, that has been up in my ass, has fucked me with his dick, and I could be standing someplace, talking to him, and never know he is the one, that has been up in my ass! Mike–that turns me on!’

‘Wayne, I’ve heard of other guys before that got it in the ass and never found out who their fucker was. Wayne, I think that turns on a lot of guys. Yea–I even find it quite interesting and kind of exciting. I’ve never done it, but hey-maybe someday. So, anyway, after the three stack fuck, then what did you do?’

‘Oh once again back to the shower room, of course. It seems that it is common action to always go to the shower room after some good fucking, even if you don’t really need a shower. You know, Mike. I think that is kind of part of the naked parading that guys like to do. Fuck or get fucked, then go parade some. And hell yes, we all know that to parade naked and with it hanging all out, is a hell of a lot more fun that walking around with it all hidden up inside of some shorts or behind a towel.’

‘After the shower, I walked the hallways a little. I happened upon one of the rooms that has a sling in it. Well, I guess there are guys that like to be fisted in private, and then there are those that like to get fisted in public. Well anyway, this little small guy was in the sling, and was getting some guy’s arm up in his ass. The guy getting fisted looked too small to take anything, including a thin dildo up in his as, but by God he was taking this guy’s hand, and almost all of his arm up to the guy’s elbow. And the fister guy was not a small guy. I wondered just how big of a fist he had up in that guy’s ass hole. I really do wish I had been there when he pushed his fist up in there. I would have loved to see how that little guy took it. I really wondered if that little guy screamed and cried any when that fist went up in his ass. Mike, watching that guy’s arm go in and out of that little body was really exciting!’

‘And I don’t mean to just me! At one time 10 guys were all around the sling watching that small guy get that fist. The fister guy kept asking him if he was OK, and the little guy kept saying, ‘Yes’, and always begged for more.’

‘A couple of guys standing there I know will never have a fist up in his ass. God! Some of them sounded like little old women. I wanted to tell them, —If this is so bad for you, why in the hell are you standing here watching? You want it more than you want to admit it, don’t you?’

‘Mike, you know, some of the guys have some really funny ways of getting there jollys!’

‘What you mean, Wayne?’ Mike asked. ‘What do you mean? Like what?’

‘Well there was this one guy that I found, well actually just happened to walk past his door after I left the shower, that all he wants to do is give guys a vacuum job on their cocks. He has a cock vacuum pump, and a whole selection of different sizes of tubes, so that he has one to fit all sizes of dick, and he like to give guys cock vacuum treatment. All he asked for in return, is to get to suck on your dick a little, after it is all pumped up as much as you want. He doesn’t want you to cum, he just wants to put it in his mouth and suck on it a little after it is all big and tight.’

‘Wayne, did you do that? Did you get your cock pumped?’ Mike asked.

‘Oh yea man, I did! I had seen pictures of pumps before, and I kind of wondered about them, but I had never been around one before, so sure, I took him up on it. Mike, damn man–that feels damn good! Really Mike, it does make your dick bigger, both longer and thicker, and it really makes it all tight. Of course it does not last very long after you take the pump off of it, but man it feels so damn good while the pump is on it.

And you can disconnect the tube from the actual pump, while the tube is still on your dick, so actually if you were like at home, you could pump yourself up, disconnect the pump and walk around for a while with the vacuum tube still on. The guy that does that there at the bathhouse told me that he pumps himself up all of the time, and the does something like house cleaning or ironing or something like that while he is still pumped full. He told me that it feels really good and is kind of exciting to walk around with the tube still sucked onto you.’

‘Hey Mike. After getting pumped up there, I am going to get myself a cock pump. I do want to pump it up and then take the pump off of the tube and just spend some time with the tube sucked onto me. Mike, it felt so damn good.’

‘Oh and besides, after you let him do that to your dick, your dick is actually thicker for awhile, so some of the guys there do pay more attention to it. I’m not so sure it stays any longer, but I could tell that it was thicker and stronger looking. And oh man! It felt so damn good!’

‘OK, so now you’ve got your dick all pumped up, then what did you do?’

‘Well the whole time that he was pumping me up, I just kept thinking about that guy getting fisted, and so after I got all pumped, I want back to see if he was still in the sling, and was still getting fisted. He was there, but now he was the fister! He watched me watching him fist some guy, and he then asked me if I wanted to get fisted. Without thinking I said ‘Yes’. All of sudden I wondered just what in the hell I had said. Then I thought, well I’ve tried to get it before, and I just never took the whole fist, but maybe this guy can get it up in me, so I didn’t run.’

‘I kind of hung around while he finished up on that guy. The guy getting fisted started to kind of beg for them to stop. He said that he had been fisted enough. He needed to quit. The fister, his name was Warren, then told me to jump into the sling. I did!’

‘I got up in the sling, and he strapped my ankles to the straps that hold your legs up in the air. I started breathing kind of heavy. He noticed that, and asked if I had never been fisted before. I told him, that a couple of times, I had tried, but did not get the fist all the way in, and also told him I was with guys that were not very patient. I was really hopeing that maybe I would actually be able to take his fist, and if I can, then part of his arm too!’

‘He told me, –that is the attempt!’

‘Mike, I got greased up like never before. I don’t mean so much grease, but the kind and loving way that he did it! He actually acted kind of like he was in love with my ass. Man, he really knows how to turn a guy’s ass on. I really do think that the way he caressed it and kind of made love to it, did open it up some and relax it some before he even started using his hand on it!’

‘He got it all greased, and I saw him put a lot of grease on his hand, and then up on his arm. When he put it on his arm, I told him, Well man–you certainly are a positive thinker aren’t you? He told me yea, he is, and before we are done, I will be glad the grease is up that far on his arm. I thought-Oh yea. Right! I wish!’

‘Oh God Mike. He almost sent me into another world. I was so damn relaxed and so comfortable. My ass was actually begging for his hand. I know it was. I could feel it wiggling and kind of sucking on his fingers and then on his hand. Mike I kid you not, all of a sudden, I felt his hand go inside of me. I only jumped just a little. It hardy hurt at all. Yea, I did feel it. And I would be lying if I said that it did not hurt at all, but Mike, his hand went up in me within probably 10 minutes of us starting.

God, Mike! With the other guys that I had tried to get fisted by, we tried for almost an hour each time. Yea, I do admit that this guy is a smaller guy, but when we compared hand sizes later, after I expressed my shock in getting his fist in me so fast, his hand and my hand is the same size.’

‘Mike, not only did he get his hand up in my ass, he also put all of his arm, right up to the elbow up inside of me. Oh Mike! That is what I had been dreaming of for a long time. Mike I finally got fisted, and not only with the fist, but with his arm too! Oh Mike! I am so happy to finally get that done to me. Hey that one guys likes to vacuum pump guy’s dicks for his excitement, well, I now know that getting fisted up to a guy’s elbow is my excitement!’

‘God Wayne! Shit man! What else did you do that night? What time was it when you got done getting that guy’s arm up in you? How late had it gotten, by then?’

‘Well as I went to the shower again, but this time I really did need to since my ass was all full of grease, I noticed the clock said 3:20.’

‘I showered down, and knew that I really should be leaving, but man, my pass was for 8 hours, and I really did not want to loose any of it, so I stayed. I still had about 2 and a half hours left on it, and I wanted to play the whole time.’

‘By that time the crowd had really thinned out, and only the guys like me, the really horny guys were still there. The vacuum guy was still there and I let him do me again, since it felt do damn good. Mike, I am going to get myself a cock vacuum, and when I do, I’ll let you use it and then you will see how great it feels.’

I let the vacuum guy use me, for some of his fun, and of course, for my good feelings too, and then I of course walked the hallways again.

I found a guy on his stomach, with his door standing wide open, and his light on kind of bright!’

‘I went in and checked him out. I decided he was hot, and besides I really did want to fuck some guy since my dick was feeling all pumped up and tight.’

‘I walked in, walked up beside the bed, he turned and looked at me, and then laid his head back down. That was a signal to me, that I could fuck his tight little ass. Well actually it was not, in no way, a little ass. It might be a tight ass, but no way in hell, a little ass. This was one big black man that had a lot of ass.’

‘I’ve fucked black asses before, and I have been fucked by big black men before, but I had never fucked a black ass as big and as strong looking as this one. Right then I was damn glad that I had just been pumped up with that cock pump. I was really feeling like if he was even going to feel me go in him, then I needed to be as big as possible’

‘I mounted his back and for just a few minutes, I just laid there and enjoyed the feeling of this great big strong beefy man under me. You know, Mike. Whenever I get a chance to do that, it always makes me feel so good that some really big, big strong muscular kind of a guy, will just let me lay on top of him, or play with him or whatever is happening. I just feel so good. I feel like I’m kind of like a fly on their back and he could swat at me and knock me off anytime that he wanted, so I feel so -privileged, I guess, to get to be part of their sex fun.’

‘Anyway, I laid there, and enjoyed him. Then I reached over, got a rubber, put it on, then greased his ass, not my dick, but rather his ass with some grease. I could have done my dick, but I really wanted to kind of love on that ass like that fister did to my ass. I wanted to love it.’

I raised myself up, and got my pumped up dick in place and pushed it in. He just laid there. My dick did not cause him any discomfort at all. He did move rather with my motions, and he did enjoy it. It was just such that with his big strong body, it would take a semi-truck driving in and out of there to make him feel like anything big was up in there.’

‘All of a sudden, he reached down, grabbed a can of grease, handed it back to me, and told me to get some more in his ass, and reach up in there and feel the inside of him!’

‘Oh shit, Mike! I almost crapped. Oh shit Mike, this great big muscle guy wanted me to fist him. Mike, now I was really living on the edge of the world! Never in the wildest world did I ever think that getting to go to a bathhouse for a night would ever end up with something like this! Oh My God, Man! My hand up inside of someone like this? This was way to much for me to believe! To me, fisting some little white ass would be fun, which I had never done before, either, but to be told to reach up inside of this hunk of a man, this was way too exciting. And he wasn’t telling me to fist him, he was telling me to reach up inside of him.

To me that was even hotter than just fisting. I had never heard of —reaching up inside of some guy, before!’

‘I grabbed the can, pulled my dick out of his ass, and starting packing his ass with grease. Not too much, he told me. I won’t need too much!’

‘I lubed up that hole, took one deep breath, and put my hand at his ass hole. OK, I heard him say. You’ve found my ass hole, now go up in there!’

‘I put my fingers in, kind of wiggled them a little, then I pushed some more. Go in man! He told me. Put your hand up in my ass, man! He was getting really firm in his instructions. He was wanting me and my hand up in there, and he was getting impatient.’

‘All of a sudden, I plunged forward! My hand went in. I pushed again, and it went in deeper. I pushed again and it went in farther. I looked at my arm, and as I pushed, I actually watched my arm disappear up into his ass!’

‘Come on man! I heard him again tell me. Push some more!’

Mike, I was about to shit my pants, except I did not have any on!

I was already in up to my elbow.’

‘I did like I was told. I reached in farther. I pushed my arm in more. I lost sight of my elbow, it was in the man’s ass. Push in some more, he told me. Give me your shoulder man. I want to feel your shoulder up against my ass hole, man.’

‘Michael, I do not know where in the hell my arm went to. I really do not! All I know now is that I pushed some more, and I actually did have my shoulder up against his butt. Then he told me to just lay there and feel his insides. I did! He told me to wiggle my fingers some. I did!

Oh God Mike! I could not believe that I was that far up inside of some guy, even though he was a really big guy. I just laid there and was in shock as to what I had just done or what I was, in-fact, in the middle of doing! My entire arm up inside of a guy’s ass. I could not believe it, although it was my very own arm!’

‘OK man. He told me. Start taking it back out, but do it real slowly so that I can enjoy it all the way. Pull your arm out of me real slowly, I want to feel all of it.’

‘Mike, I pulled my entire arm out of his ass. I did not know any person could stick something that big up in their ass. Mike I was shocked!’

‘As I pulled my hand out, my big man reached over, grabbed some paper towels and told me to wipe the grease off of my arm. Then he very seriously told me, —Thank you man! You did good! That felt good.’

‘As he was talking and thanking me for the fisting, he turned over and let his eleven inch rod get all exposed. I gasped as I saw it. He looked at me and simply asked. Like it?’

I of course stuttered and tried to say yes. He took ahold of my head and started to pull it down onto that rod. I gasped again. Oh My God I told him. Oh God man, I don’t know if I can.’

He told me, that’s right, we don’t know if you can, but we do know you can try, don’t we?’

‘Yea I told him, and then I did actually try. Mike I could only get a small part of his dick in my mouth. Mike, that damn thing was bigger, a whole lot bigger than any other dick I had ever seen, let alone try to get in my mouth.’

After I did the best that I could for quite awhile, he then turned me over and placed me on my stomach. Then he told me that he knew it would go in my butt. He had watched me get the fisting earlier. He knew it was smaller than a fist and an arm. He then told me that since he knew I had just gotten fisted, that is why he wanted me to fist him. He knew that I would know how to do a guy’s ass, since I had it done to me. He told me that he will never let a guy fist him, that does not get fisted himself.’

Mike, he fucked me! Mike I swear that cock felt bigger, a whole lot bigger than a fist. I have never, well like I said, I have never seen a cock on any guy that was that big. And then to realize that I got it up in my ass, well that makes me feel more like a real man, myself, now!’

‘My God Wayne! I can’t believe this. You did all of that one just one night at the bathhouse? Shit man. I am going to go join the bathhouse, but by God I had better have the same activity that you got. I have never heard of any guy getting that much sex activity all in one night before! Was that the end of your night, or did you make it with someone else too, before you left?’

‘No that was it Mike. Shawn, the big black man and I exchanged names, addresses and phone numbers, and promised to stay in contact with each other.

‘I once again hit the showers, dressed and left.’

‘Oh, the one last thing that I did do before I left that morning though was, I signed up for a year’s membership. Man, I am looking forward to one hell of an exciting year!’

Jononthon and I stayed in the hotel all night and things moved onto sleep and sex. eachtime I snoozed off and woke I found myself wrapped in his curved stomach, his dick seemed never to soften and I would soon push myself back on it and help it slip back in my now stretched butt hole. He would drift out his sleep and start to pump me on my side. I was never one to shy away from sex and Jonothons dick felt great ploughing in to me. He would cum everytime we fuck. My butt was becoming so full and squelched as he pumped me each time.

By morning light we were both exhausted and tired, but both so happy to be together. We still wasn’t saying much to eachother but our actions were speaking volumes. It was blistering cold outside and there was small snow flurries falling from the grey cold sky as I looked out the small hotel window. Jonothon left and I layed on the bed and must of fallen asleep naked on top of the sheets cause I woke to find another black tall guy standing over me looking down at me smiling. As I adjusted my blurry vision I could see he was holding a box of cleaning stuff and clean towels.

blk guy. ‘yo wassup!.im here to clean the room and replace the towels’

me. ‘oh ok..lemme just dress and get out ya way’

blk guy. ‘its ok.no need you look tired my friend..stay where you are’

His eyes were looking at my dick that was already starting to stiffen, I put my hand down to try and hide it, but he just smiled and turned and went to the small shower cubicle and started to clean it up. I leaned off the bed and could his cute butt in his wht jeans as he bent over, I started to jerk myself on the bed (knowing this was a gay hotel..i guessed he must be gay also). I closed my eyes and started to think about his cute butt as I slowly stroked my dick letting the hood roll back over the head as I let it go and then stroke it upwards from my base. I felt so good after jonothon that I was so horny again. I felt a warm breathe at my dick and when I opened my eyes I could see the blk cleaner knelt at end of the bed and almost touching my dick with his lips, his eyes looked in to mine as he opened his mouth and licked around the hood which was half way covering the head of my now hard 7′. I felt his lips clamp and slowly suck down and roll my hood back as he sucked down further. He soon was bobing up and down my length eating me with his teeth as he worked it up and down, he really seemed to like my dick and I sure liked his mouth on me. I looked down on him as he swirled his tongue round and round the head holding back the hood.

I could feel my butthole spilling a little of Jonothon lingering juices from last night, the cleaner seem to see it to and soon was licking my butthole and jerking my dick firmly. As I moaned more the more he licked my butt hole harder. He let go of my dick and with both his hands he held my butt cheeks open and delved his tongue in me..i pushed and let my butt open and with a splat big globules of Jonothons cum came flying out, he eat it like it was his prize..his tongue was driving me wild now and I held my legs up so he could open my butt hole more with his hands and fingers. I seemed to be doing the right things as he hand 2 fingers of each hand pulling the lips of my butt hole open while his tongue dug in deeper. His tongue felt very rough but the feeling was so good I was squirming and in ecstasy. He soon had from what I felt was atleast four fingers from both hands holding my gapping hole open and eating and tonguing my inner walls. I could feel air flowing up as he moved away from my open ass.

Looking up at me on the bed with his bottom lip dripping with dribble, he slid his tongue alone and input it back on his mouth and smiled at me.

blk guy.’you have a great azz yo!’

me.’thanks…glad you like it!’

blk guy. ‘like it! DAMN .I LOVE IT!’

His hands were both still holding me open, then he removed the right one and let his left hand slowly slide in me I felt my butt ring close over the knuckles of his left hand and let out a loud gasp….. blk guy . ‘shhhh….relax’

I did as I was told and relaxed the best I could, as he slide in further, then to my amazement I felt relieve as the hand forced up me seemed to be a thinner width.

me.. ‘why does it fell better now?’ I asked.

blk guy.. ‘dont you know why?’ was his reply.

me.. ‘no tell me’

The blk guy smiled and replied.

blk guy.. ‘well my knuckles have passed ya ass ring man and im now totally in ya anus’

Thinking a minute I was speechless.

me ‘so you saying at this moment I have your whole hand in butt?’

blk guy.. ‘yep.got it in 1 man!’ and to prove it he pushed forward and I felt his fisted hand punch my prostate.

me.. ‘ ahhh shit!’

blk guy.. ‘shhhh shhhh…..your ok man.relax!’

I lay there with my feet on his shoulders as he slowly moved his inserted hand around in my butthole and I gotta say I could feel every movement he made in there. He seemed to know what he was doing and I felt more relaxed as he started to punch my inners again, he seemed to be pass his wrist in me as he reached with his free hand and undid his white jeans and pulled out his own shinny black dick out.

He struck me as a quite effeminate looking man, but he was sexy in his own way. he had straightened hair pulled back in a tail, his skin was shinny and smooth , he obviously kept good care of himself. his dick was long and thin at a guess looking at it I would say it was about as long as Jonothons 9′ but was thinner, he had two tiny balls hanging very low under it. His waist was almost lady like making him seem more feminine. Something really made me fancy him. His eyes caught my gaze and he smiled again. His hand was still and tightly gripped in my butt hole he leaned forward and kissed my lips, I opened my mouth and our tongues entwined, I could feel his hand in my butt start to feel awkward and hurt I broke of the kissing and told him it hurt. he immediately removed his hand from within and I felt my hole stretch again as his knucles passed back over the ring….i gasped and soon his hand was free. It was dripping in remnents of old cum from Jonothon…..

blk guy…’ whos cum is this?’

me.. ‘ oh its a guy who stayed last nite’

blk guy.. ‘dont tell me it was that blk hussler I saw leaving the front entrance a while ago!’

me.. probably was’ and I grinned.

His long thin dick was dripping pre-cum as I looked down at him as he stood up from his knees.

blk guy..’like what ya see yo!’

me..’hmm yea…i…do!’

blk guy ‘ what ya doing later?’

me.. nothing as yet….why?’

blk guy.. ‘ wondered if you wanted to come up have sum fun at mine up in the bronx’

me .. ‘I could do.but I dont know NY at all ..1st time here!’

blk guy.. ‘ thats kewl..i finish here in a bout a hour. I will knock and we will go uptown together..ok!’

me..’sure..that will be great!’

After he left I rushed in the shower and bending over I washed out my ass as good as I could letting my hand enter and slosh about. I felt what was left of the memory of Jonothon wash away down the plug hole. I must of been in there atleast half hour and got carried away playing with my butthole……(you know how it is when you have great sex and after you shower). I didn’t have to wait long for the cleaner to return and we went down 14th street to union square and got the 4 train uptown, again for me this was a new experience as a tourist. I heard bad things about the Bronx and this made me harder in my jeans as the train sped along the tracks. We arrived at his stop and went down the elevated train stop to street level.

I tried to fimilarise myself with the area as we walked along the sidewalk, but there was so much going on around us, I saw more hot husslers and blk, latinos and was in total heaven. We arrived a two very tall high rise buildings in a short while.we took the elevator up to the 14th floor and went in to his apartment. it was tidy but had a musky smell of body odor and dirty clothes like smell. he brought me into the lounge and there sat was his brother a blk kid called dennis, we shoke hands and then the blk guy said lets go back to my room, with that off we went. It was a small box room with just a single bed and a massive pile of clothes shoved in a corner. he told me to un dress as he disapeared out the rm. when he returned he was nakid and he saw I was too.

blk guy.. ‘ lay back on the bed for me man’

me ..’ok!’

he lifted my legs and started to apply a big hand of crisco from a open tub by the bed, he worked it and his left hand back in my butt hole. I could feel his hand stretching me more and more and I knew the pressure I felt meant his knuckles were at my ring again….

blk guy.. ‘just relax’

I again did as he said and soon he was totally back in me. I noticed his eyes were a bit glazed as he stared in to my mine. He slowly but firmly started to fist his hand in me. imust have tensed as he called out to his brother dennis. ( Imagine im layed back on the bed with his hand in my butt and he calls his brother in the room). In walked dennis.looking at me then his brother and then his brothers hand right in my butthole..

dennis.. ‘kewl man…..whassup!’

blk guy .. ‘you got any weed on ya bro?’

dennis.. ‘sure bro.hold up’

with that dennis disapeared and returned with a bag of weed in one hand and a cigar in the other. He sat on the floor beside the bed, paying me and his brother no mind and started to make a filly for us.

blk guy.’relax man.my bro used to seeing this kinda of stuff and soon we will relax more after sum weed yo!’

I just smiled at him and lay still. Every so often the blk guy would twist his fist in me and I would moan at the way it felt. Soon dennis had rolled and lite the filly and inhaled and passed it to his broher, who in turn inhaled deep too and passsed it to me and in turn I inhaled and started to splatter and couch… The force of coughing made me butthole retrack bigger and his fist slid in deeper….

blk guy.. ‘ hmmmm thats feeling better already man’

I continued to inhale and choke, but soon was relaxed and feeling the buzz of the fily, dennis was sat on the floor watching his bro fist me, his eyes darted between my eyes, my ass and his brothers actions to his brothers dick now hard.

blk guy .. ‘yo little bro you gonna strip or leave us?’

dennis.. ‘I dont mind either bro!’

blk guy .. ‘so get y’all dick out bro!’

I was shocked and frilled at same time. The blk guy fisted my relaxed butthole as dennis stripped and let his big dick flop out semi hard. He sat back on the floor legs spreadjerking his big brother fisting me. When I say big I meant big……..(he musta had a different father) His dick was thick and nearer to 11′. he saw my face light up as I saw it

his big brother looked at me and smiled..

blk guy.. ‘hes gotta great piece right!’

me.. ‘hell yea!’

dennis.. ‘hey guys im here and not invisable!’

we all laughed. the blk guy started to really fist me as i watched dennis jerking his dick , the weed had made me feel so relaxed and I was loving this blk guys hand in my ass.

Dennis moved on to his knees and I could see he was getting turned on by me watching him, I reached out my and he laughed… the blk guy gently moved me around on the bed so I could lay back on the bed and hang my head over the edge of the bed also. Still fisting me deeper and deeper I saw dennis stand up and move over to me. I could see his dick sway as he walked nearer, I knew he was going to let me suck him. I reached and held his dick in both hands my feet was on his older brothers shoulders, with his wrist past my assring now…slamming in deeper and deeper.

Dennis let me slide his big dark meat past my lips as I swallowed it down my throat, I was almost gaging as it hit the back of my throat. I could smell that musky black man smell.i inhaled and savoured how good it smelt,driving me wild. Dennis started moaning his older brother was really pounding his fist up me while he jerked his own dick fast….the bed was moving all over the place with mine and his movements. dennis fucked my mouth , I loved how his meat felt spreading my mouth wider as he ploughed it to the hilt, it was like a spongy semi hard fat banana filling my mouth.i started to taste a bitter taste of his pre-cum as he moaned louder and louder. My own dick was as hard as hell and was bouncing in the air, but getting no attention from anyone, I was being well stuffed at both ends and was in total heaven again.

I felt big brother moving at other end of bed and to my surprise he seemed to be sliding his slim dick in beside my open relaxed butthole.i felt my hole strain as he pushed his dick in next to his hand, soon he had both his dick and his hand in my butt hole. I sucked hungrily at dennis who was now holding my ankles up high for his big brother. I wasn’t sure what was happening down at my butt area but it felt like the blk guy was actually jerking his dick from inside my butthole, I know I could feel his hand jerking but was he really jerking off in me at same….DAMN!…(i thought in my head).. soon dennis was stifferning in my mouth and without notice exploded his thick juices at the back of my throat…i was gaging and choking as he spewed it in deep. It had no where to go so I had to swallow it, I was choking and swallowing at time…

blk guy.. ‘god damn…..im gonna shoot guyz!’

I felt his hand movements inside my inner walls getting faster and violently moving around.his breathes were deeper and he was in sum sort of transe as he started to shoot his load in my totally jerk beaten butthole.. I could feel his load spewing out my ass crack, he pulled out his hand and still holding his cum covered dick. My ass abruptly open and shut almost with a slurping sounded pop. The blk guy collasped on me and took out dennis’s dick from my mouth , where it had been sat since he came, and took it in to his mouth and licked off any traces of cum remaining, he rubbed it along my lips then and traced it with his own lips, we now both licking at his little bros dick as it started to rise, dennis was moaning and started to tease us both with his dick tracing it along each of our lips, we both tried to eat at it as it passed our lips. the blk guy reached down and placed my dick at his dry smooth ass crack and I pushed up with my thighs and it entered in to him and I felt his walls clasp my lengh as it slid deeper and deeper.

He started to ride my dick moving up to a sitting position so I had control of dennis’s dick again. I fed on it and sucked it in deep, I could taste his last load deep in the back of my throat still. Big brother was riding on top of me like I was a horse..he was bouncing up and down, he wanted me to shoot up his tight black ass.. dennis stiffenned again and soon splashed my throat again with his second load….. Big brother was holding my shoulders and rocking back and forth on my dick I was near and told him that, he went crazy and started to ride me harder and harder…making me feel so good I couldn’t hold on any longer. …Damn did I shoot… I was sore both in my dick and my butthole as we all three jumped in the shower and helped eachother wash off the great sex we had.

As we dressed the blk finally told me his name, which

was…….which was…..oh damn I can’t remember..you decide guyz.

The ride back downtown left me thinking about how my butthole was so open, I watched as all sorts got in the carriage with me. I felt like I was floating on air. The 14th stop couldn’t have come sooner as I left the train and walked up 14th street to the hotel…shit!the wind on my face was burning, it must be atleast -2 out here. damn damn damn.!

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The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans’ French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in front of him. He earned most of his money in porn movies now over in the second-floor walkup studio on Burgundy, and because of this, he’d been invited to the Halloween filmfest at the gay porno movie house just inside the Quarter on Barracks. He would have devised a more complex costume for the party, but he felt tense and hyper tonight. He knew what he needed; he needed a blow job, and he’d dressed for ready access in the steamy dark theater. He also needed to do some work on what new twist he’d put into the movie they were doing next Tuesday night, so he’s probably stay in the theater after being sucked off and collect his thoughts and not drift into the party room.

He spent most of his time at the gym, building his body to perfection. He was one ripped dude; hard as steel everywhere. So hard that his veins had nowhere to go other than to pop out on his body and flow across it. He liked that. All men of steel had that. He’d worked hard to get here. Big veins, pumping rich blood throughout a young, virile body.

The bodybuilder entered the theater and sat in one of the back rows, away from the doors. He knew it wouldn’t be long now. He’d seen the movie they were showing already and thought it was a bit pedestrian, but it was a costume piece in keeping with the Halloween theme of the evening. That’s probably why it was being shown. Happily, it was nearly finished…the one guy, some sort of big muscle Mongol invader, was yelling loud as he thrust his man sword into the ass of some hapless peasant, whose village was burning around him. The bodybuilder hoped the next one would be more interesting. He also hoped it wouldn’t be long until some dude with a talented mouth showed up to relieve this pain in his nuts.

He looked around the dimly lit theatre. Everyone was in costume; they had to be to get into the place tonight. Most had a sameness to them, however. They either were dressed in rags as flood victims, which he thought was a bit tasteless, or they were cowboys in various stages of undress, which he thought lacked imagination in view of a recent major movie with a gay cowboy theme. Some of the cowpokes were pretty hot, however, and he hoped one of those would sit down beside him.

This was not to be, however. It wasn’t long before a middle-aged man draped in a black cape sat in the seat next to the bodybuilder. The bodybuilder looked over at him in the dim light. He obviously was decked out as some sort of ghoul of the night. At least the costume was different from most of the rest. Not the greatest of catches, with that craggy face, but it probably had been handsome once, and there was something about the eyes. The way he was wrapped in the cape, though, suggested a beer belly and a tiny penis. Oh, well, he was only here for a soft mouth and a deep throat anyway.

And that’s what the bodybuilder got in short order. The man’s arm extended within the folds of the cape and a long, slender hand landed on the bodybuilder’s basket. The bodybuilder didn’t know if he liked those long, sharp nails at the end of the fingers, but he did like Pop’s directness and the way those fingers were finding and measuring his cock through the layers of soccer shorts material. He was hardening up pretty quickly under the attention of those long, slender fingers.

The man’s fingers went to the waistband of the bodybuilder’s shorts and he pulled the shorts down and off the bodybuilder’s legs, followed by his thong briefs. The bodybuilder wasn’t sure he liked being stripped down completely like this, but he didn’t raise any objects, because Pops was already stroking his cock and kneading its knob in a highly experienced fashion. Within minutes, the man had lowered his mouth onto the bodybuilder’s cock and was giving him efficient and tantalizing head. Prime physical specimen that he was, the bodybuilder came in three strong spasms that hit the back of the man’s throat. The man licked the cock dry, and the bodybuilder assumed that that was that and his attention went to the new movie showing on the screen. He laughed, because he himself was in the movie now showing, one themed on a Halloween costume party in a haunted house, where he was dressed in Roman military gear and was pursued around the house, caught, and fucked by a guy in a vampire costume.

The bodybuilder wanted to concentrate on the movie, and to admire his own Oscar-quality acting. But the older man didn’t leave. He leaned into the bodybuilder, obviously wanting a kiss for a job well done. The bodybuilder took pity on Pops and gave him a short brush of the lips. Or at least that’s what he intended to do. But the older man surprised him by forcing his lips open in a wet kiss. The bodybuilder was caught completely off guard, and an intoxicating wash of the man’s saliva was swirling around in the bodybuilder’s mouth before he knew what was happening. He immediately became woozy and lost much of the sensation in his body. He certainly found that his limbs wouldn’t fully respond to his commands, and he fought hard, and unsuccessfully to put two thoughts together.

The man turned out of his seat and knelt in front the bodybuilder. His cape opened and swirled around the two of them, and the bodybuilder got a glimpse that made him think the older man was naked to the waist and seemed to be in pretty good shape for a man pushing fifty.

While the man was pulling the bodybuilder’s soccer jersey off, leaving him naked down to his sneakers and knee-high socks, the bodybuilder was trying to form the thought of why this wasn’t disturbing him.

Under the enveloping cloak, the man was sitting on the bodybuilder’s thighs, facing him, and his lips and tongue were exploring the bodybuilder’s torso. The bodybuilder reached down and felt something gigantic between the older man’s legs. Must have brought along a super-sized rubber dildo, the bodybuilder was thinking. That didn’t scare him though, he’d taken eleven inches and been double fucked in his movie career. He probably had the slackest hole in the business. In fact, in this movie now on the screen, if he remembered rightly, he’d taken a full ten inches.

Meanwhile, the man’s tongue was tracing the popped out veins crisscrossing the bodybuilder’s chest. The man must have found one he really liked; because the bodybuilder felt a pricking sensation and then the feeling he was being sucked.

Hokay, he thought. It didn’t hurt…much…and there was a real interesting segment playing on the screen just now…where he’d been stripped of his armor down to his cute little Roman skirt and was sucking that ten-inch vampire cock, about ready to be topped…and the bodybuilder was feeling lightheaded and disjointed anyway, so he just turned his attention to the screen. Pops was stroking his cock again now anyway, and that was a more interesting place for him to focus his attention.

At length, the vein the man was working on dried up and collapsed, and he moved to another, and then another.

The bodybuilder’s cock was fully engorged again now, so the man slipped down on his knees and sucked him off again, taking in all of the semen for a second time. After having done this, he rose up on his knees and fluffed out the cape. The bodybuilder’s eyes wandered down to take a look at him and he went into shock. The guy wasn’t old at all. He was very well cut and was nearly as hard bodied as the bodybuilder himself.

But the bodybuilder had only gotten a quick look, and his mind seemed confused, so he wasn’t all that sure what he saw. The man had quickly swirled the cape over their torsos again, and his tongue and lips were moving around on the bodybuilder’s belly. There, at the edge of the bodybuilder’s flat belly was another throbbing vein, running from somewhere near his navel down into the pubic hair of his groin. The man traced the line of the flow and sank his teeth into a likely spot and fed with little mewing and gurgling sounds.

The bodybuilder was feeling increasingly tired, he had developed a slight headache, and there was a quiet buzzing in his ears. He continued watching the movie screen, having a hard time focusing on it.

When the vein down into the groin collapsed, the man worked his thighs under the bodybuilder’s butt, which was jutting out over the end of the seat. This tilted the bodybuilder’s pelvis up. the man took the bodybuilder’s legs and draped them over the back of the seats in the row in front of them. The bodybuilder just watched him doing this, wondering a bit about what was going on down there.

The man raised his chest to the chest of the bodybuilder, and now the bodybuilder felt that the man seemed younger than ever and he also had pecs of steel, with veins popping out. What the bodybuilder didn’t comprehend, however, was that his own chest veins now were collapsed and his thinned blood was madly dashing about in his body, searching for open passages.

The man moved his lips to those of the bodybuilder, and they engaged in a passionate kiss that stifled the bodybuilder’s reaction to the man’s engorged monster cock sliding, with some difficulty, into the bodybuilder’s slack-jawed asshole. With effort, the bodybuilder moved his hands to the man’s cock and realized that this was no rubber super-sized dildo. This was a living cock and it was larger and thicker than the bodybuilder could ever imagined a human cock could be. What a porn movie this fucker could make. It seemed like what…twelve inches? This was a challenge, and the bodybuilder was game for such challenges.

His eyes went to the screen, and just as he was being slowly entered here in the dim theater, there was a big close-up on the screen of the horse-hung, ten-inch dude slowly entering the Roman-costumed him on the screen from the rear. On the screen, the Roman soldier him raised his pelvis to welcome the entry, and then the bodybuilder him did the same down here in the theater seats for the caped man’s ass splitter. The bodybuilder was getting skewered massively in two dimensions…both on film and in real life.

The bodybuilder returned the man’s kiss. This master fucker no longer was to be considered Pops, as the bodybuilder could tell by moving his hands languidly around the man’s chest, down his abs, and to his hard, flat belly. This had to be another bodybuilder, and maybe even younger than he himself. This man could be a star.

The man continued to work his cock into the bodybuilder, who was taking him in pretty good stride.

The man disengaged from the kiss and let his tongue work its way down the bodybuilder’s throbbing neck on the right side and to his arms. He located a vein standing out near the bicep and sank his teeth into it. His cock had now homed to the root at nearly twelve inches. The bodybuilder was groaning and moaning quietly, loving the cock this far up his ass, proud that he was managing more here than his Roman soldier persona was sheathing up on the screen. He did a little constricting of his ass muscles, a trick he’d learned on the movie set, thinking that this would get the man’s rocks off in short order, but the man’s cock responded to that…and to the blood being drawn out of the bodybuilder’s arm…by stretching out to immobilize the bodybuilder’s ass muscles and by lengthening to thirteen inches. This was farther in than anyone had pushed into the bodybuilder, and he was doing a little huffing and puffing.

The vein in the right arm collapsed, as did the bodybuilder’s right arm, and the lips and teeth moved onto the chest and buried themselves around the rim of the aureole of the bodybuilder’s right nipple; a little blood able to flow there and also from the left nipple, serving to push the caped man’s cock to fourteen inches. And it went to fifteen inches before the vein into the bodybuilder’s left arm…and the arm itself…gave out.

The man moved up and on to one of the carotid arteries in the bodybuilder’s neck, which was still weakly throbbing, and the man sank his teeth into that and sucked. The bodybuilder’s head lolled back and his eyes rolled up into his head. He was very nearly dead now to the world he had known.

On the screen, the vampire top pulled his long cock out of the Roman soldier bottom and shoot off on his prey’s back, and both the top and bottom shouted for joy. In the theater seat, at sixteen inches in, the bodybuilder was releasing everything he was…young, assured, vital, resilient, perfectly formed, alive…to revitalize the man of the black cape and the monster cock for yet another week. And, in his confused and intoxicated state, the bodybuilder had no regrets. He was having the most fantastic fuck of his whole life.

At seventeen inches in, the caped man of the night achieved a thunderous ejaculation deep inside the withered shell of the bodybuilder, their vital body fluids mixing, and a new life, albeit a far different life than he had previously known, started seeping back into the bodybuilder.

The caped man rested and then, reloaded, pumped his prey with renewed vigor and, at length, ejaculated yet again into the very center of the bodybuilder, bathing the insides of the barely breathing convert once more with life-giving, magic potion in floods of semen that welled up inside the young man’s canal and burbled out over his balls. With a swirl of his cape, he withdrew and left his latest lover and convert then; leaving the bodybuilder slumped in the theater seat in the flickering light of a doggy-style fuck a virile Roman soldier was performing on a fluttering wood nymph on screen. Leaving him to be found later by a theater custodian, pumping barely enough blood to sustain himself, but pumping a richly formulated blood that would see that he survived to change his choice of costume to a swirling black cape of the night and his screen persona to the stud with the monster cock and intoxicating love bite.

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His breath hung frosty in the air as he exhaled through his mouth. It couldn’t be more than 30 degrees in the parking lot behind the bar. The glittering Christmas lights on the houses across the park were the only illumination. They sparkled like diamonds in the icy distance, as I got down on my knees before the big man. He was immense, a large brick of a man, dressed in leather and Levi’s. I couldn’t help staring at him back at the bar, his thick neck rising out of tight brown curls that spread across his bare chest under the black studded vest. His biceps were the size of my thighs, like big beefy melons, his forearms covered in tattoos under the dense wiry hair that obscured them.

We flirted for a while across the smoky room until he finally approached me, a couple fresh Coronas in his hands. He wore a military crew cut that was waxed into a flattop over his heavy eyebrows. His jaw had a two-day growth of stubble that made him look unkempt and dangerous. I looked into his brown eyes as he offered me the beer. I could see he was hot for me and I thanked the lucky stars that I had, for some reason, decided to drop into the Crow Bar. Not my usual hangout, the leather club was far off the beaten track. I had only been there once before, many years ago, but I remembered it was full of rough and ready musclemen, just what I needed to get my mind off that bitch Joey. How the fuck could he dump me, and on Christmas eve!

My eyes trailed down the man’s torso. Ripped, tight abs under waves of profuse fur, his sturdy muscular waist cinched into tight Levi’s. His white tee shirt was shoved into his back pocket like a bandanna. The bulge under his fly startled me at first, and I wondered if maybe he was stuffing his basket…but judging by the rest of his physique, I guessed not.

We traded names, and chatted mindlessly about absolutely nothing. His name was Shane, and he came here all the time. He told me that my fresh face had attracted his attention, and my hot ass had drawn him to me…like a moth to a flame. He held my butt in his hand as he swigged the beer, pulling me closer into his side at the crowded bar. I leaned into him, his powerful arm around my waist, his thick fingers roughly squeezing my ass.

Shane made it clear that he was a total top. If I had any other ideas, we might as well forget it right now. His bluntness turned me on. Aggressive men are my weakness, I love to be dominated. He told me to take a walk with him, he needed some fresh air. We left the bar, Shane a pace behind me, his calloused palm on the nape of my neck as he guided me out the door.

We had gotten around the corner to the parking field behind the bar. Slipping between two cars, he pulled me around to face him. Pushing hard on my shoulders, he pressed me down to my knees in the frozen ground. My head buzzed from the Coronas, and from the sheer exhilaration of getting manhandled by this brute. The heat from his crotch warmed my face, as I pushed my nose into the coarse denim. He unbuckled the broad leather belt and opened his button-fly, releasing his hot cock into the frigid night air.

Now, I love big cocks, I guess I’m a classic size-queen…but Shane’s dick made my heart skip a beat! Outside of porn websites, I had never seen a slab of pork as thick or as long as the fucking salami he was swinging in my face. Uncut, and only semi-erect, it was at least ten inches and on the increase. It grew out of a thick, shiny mat of dark brown pubic hair, it’s length richly veined and growing fatter near the glan as it extended from his crotch. “Suck this, Fag†was tattooed on his belly, just above the lush mound of hair. He sneered at me, and told me to do what it says! I held his dick in my hand, my fingers not quite able to reach around it’s girth. I flicked his piss-hole with my tongue and tasted the salty pre-cum that was oozing from him.

He started to press himself against my lips, and moaned. He was impatient, and wanted me to get busy. I took the head into my mouth, gently pulling back on it’s velvety hood. His musky aroma hung in the cold air, and I inhaled deeply. The smell of piss and sweat…his pheromones were making me dizzy with lust. I could only get the glan past my teeth, then started to gag as Shane guided his cock deeper into my mouth. I panicked as he pressed insistently against the back of my throat with his meaty rod. I sucked in air through my nose one last time before he forced his shaft down my throat, cutting off my breathing.

He cupped my head in his oversize hands and held me firmly on his dick for several seconds before releasing me. I felt the slippery wet shaft of his cock slide out of my mouth. I choked and gasped for air. I looked up at Shane, his massive chest hiding his face, as he laughed at my struggle. His cock, as thick as a beer can, was slick with my spit. He guided my face back to it’s task. He held a small brown bottle in front of my nose as the fat cock slid against the roof of my mouth. I recognized the sweet heady scent of poppers. Giving in to it, I inhaled deeply.

My head swam, as Shane’s unbelievably big dick seemed to grow even larger as he crammed it down my throat. I took it all, pressing my nose into his ripe crotch. He kept the bottle close to my face as he pulled out of my head, then thrust back in. I fell into his rhythm, and soon he was fucking my face like a rutting bull. He pulled the amyl bottle up to his nose, as I sensed his cum rushing up the engorged shaft wedged firmly in my throat.

He pulled his obscene beast out at the last second, discharging an enormous surge of semen onto my face. The first shot hit me in the nose. It ran down my upper lip, and I licked at it hungrily. He shot the next round into my eyes, and pulled it down my cheeks with his slimy cock. pushing it back into my mouth, Shane released his final load deep into my throat. I swallowed hard, taking the salty hot fluid into my belly.

Shane wiped his dripping cock in my hair, and stuffed it back into his jeans. My head cleared, and I became aware of how fucking arctic it was out here in the lot! My knees were wet, and my ears burned from the biting cold. I heard voices, and looked over my shoulder. There stood about five men, grinning and hooting at me. Humiliating, yet somehow exciting. I felt my erection growing and a wet spot in my pants. I looked back to see Shane getting into a Jeep. I cursed and spat the last of his bitter cum from my mouth as the big jerk drove away. Not even a thank-you!

The men had followed us out of the bar, and had been watching as Shane stuffed my face with his dick. The show was over, so the group broke up and went back inside, except one. He came over and pulled me off my knees. I shivered as he guided me to a big black Ford Expedition parked on the edge of the field. The alarm chirped and the engine started as he opened the door and eased me into the passenger seat. I felt warm air from the dash as the car’s heater took the chill off the leather interior. The man went around to the other side and got in next to me, where I saw him clearly for the first time.

About six-two, he was not as big as Shane, but much more handsome. His black hair fell in rings on his forehead, and he wore thick curly sideburns that grew across his face into a bushy moustache. A set of impossibly white teeth glistened in the blue-green light from the Explorer’s instrument panel. His flannel shirt was open to the waist, and I saw silky black hair curling over the edge of the tank that was stretched across his awesome pecs. His jeans were pulled tightly over bulging thighs, and he wore heavy black leather lug-soled boots.

He introduced himself as Ernesto. He had a Latin accent, although I couldn’t tell if it was Spanish or points south. He opened the center console and pulled out a small baggie with a couple joints. Lighting one, he drew deeply on the twisted cigarette and passed it to me. grass usually makes me paranoid, but I decided to take a hit and see where this scene leads me. Ernesto went back into the console and pulled out a flask of Southern Comfort. He passed it to me and I drank deeply, the warm sweet liquid washing the taste of Shane’s cock from my mouth. We kissed, his breath warm and sweet, smoky and intoxicating.

He ordered me into the back of the SUV, where the rear seats were down and the floor of the cab was covered in a wooly plaid throw. Ernesto put a Christmas CD in the car’s stereo and started to strip, so I followed his lead. Soon he joined me, naked, and I fell into his arms. Ernesto hummed “Felice Navidad†as he pulled me into his embrace (Somehow, with the grass and the booze, that didn’t seem at all odd). His body was flawless, a deep golden tan, every muscle defined and chiseled as if from a solid block of granite. The inky black hair that spread across his chest was shiny and soft, running in a silky trail down his belly and exploding in a thick mat around his perfect cock. His hands wrapped around my butt, and Ernesto inserted his two index fingers into my asshole. It was clear what he wanted, and he intended to waste no time getting it.

I asked for some lubricant. He snickered and reached over me to the front seat. His balls were large, and fell heavily between his hairy thighs. His eight inches bounced in my face, dark and ominous. I kissed it as he hovered there, looking for the lube. A pearly drop of cum clung to my lip. Ernesto settled back down next to me and began massaging the grease into my asshole. He handed me a condom, and I rolled it down his mighty phallus as he pressed his hot lips against mine. His fingers stretching my rosy pucker felt fantastic! I arched my back, letting him know I was ready to take his manhood into my ass.

The CD ended, the Christmas carols stopped, and the car fell into silence except for the hum of the engine and the steady whir of the dash vents blowing warm air over our sweating bodies. He rolled over on top of me, his chest pressed into mine, his face inches away from my pleading eyes. I felt the weight of his body as he hooked his arms under my knees and flipped my legs over his shoulders, my ass lifted off the floor to meet his amazing cock.

Ernesto cooed softly in my ear, his warm breath on my neck, as he guided himself to my man cunt. he spoke in Spanish, but I understood. He was going to fuck me, and I had better be ready for it. He grabbed my head and looked me fully in the face, as he buried himself in my rectum with one great thrust. I screamed as his cock stretched me open, filling me completely. He watched my anguish, an evil smile on his handsome face as my eyes glazed over and I cried in agony. Soon the intense pain subsided as Ernesto’s throbbing cock began massaging my prostate, deep in my gut. He fucked me slowly and deeply, his hips slapping against my ass as his big meaty pole entered and re-entered my pussy, stopping every minute or so to let his balls relax so he wouldn’t cum too soon. I prayed for him to cum immediately, to stop the pain, stop this exquisite torture. He was masterful, he knew how to control his orgasm, and I knew he would be able to fuck me for as long as he wanted.

About ten minutes had gone by since he first assaulted my ass, although it felt like hours. Ernesto pulled his rigid staff out of my stretched out asshole and turned me over on my stomach. I steeled myself for a new attack. He mounted me, his big arms like pillars of muscle as he held himself suspended over me, as if he were about to do a set of pushups. His stiff throbbing dick pressed against my pucker, and I felt him slowly re-enter me. The pain was pretty much gone, my ass was stretched and numbed by the brutal fucking. I only felt the incredible feeling of his member massaging my prostate, his thickly veined rod creating unbelievable heat as it rubbed through my asshole. Ernesto held the bottle to my lips, and I took another swallow of the Southern Comfort. I had survived the pain, and I was quickly entering ecstasy.

Ernesto lay on top of me, his sweat running down over us and soaking the blanket around me. It felt good. I was full of this man, I had his enormous cock entirely inside me. (Getting fucked is always good, but getting fucked by a monster cock is like no other feeling in the world! The experience is so completely satisfying…if you can overcome the pain reflex.)

He pulled us over on our sides, his rock hard body pressed into mine, like two spoons. I felt his chest heaving against my shoulder blades, his cock pulsing in my butt with every heartbeat. He reached for my nipples, massaging them gently at first, but soon twisting them hard in his fingers. I grabbed my dick and began to jerk myself to his beat. I was very close, and I told him. Ernesto shouted out, plunging his cock deeper into me than I thought possible. He thrashed wildly, knocking the breath out of me with his pounding thrusts. Finally he came…great heaving volleys of cum, deep inside my slippery ass. He shuddered, gasped, and collapsed next to me on the blanket. I blew my nut across the blanket, splattering drops of creamy white cum on the wheel well.

We lay there for a long time, his cock softening in my hand. I finally pulled the cum-filled sac from his still huge dick and pulled it to my face. His thick mucus oozed out, and I tasted it. Ernesto got turned on watching this, and took the condom from me. Holding it over my face, he fed the last of his creamy Christmas gift to me, and I swallowed.

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