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  • Badge of Opportunity

    Tommy rather enjoyed his job, it had its moments of excitement, had its moments of utter boredom, but it was always different. He might be nearing 30, though you would never know it by looking at him. His hair was not buzzed cut, though not long either. His eyes were a cold steel grey, unless he was excited. Some of his past dates would see that they would appear like they were smoking, which always gave him a chuckle.

    He enjoyed the lifestyle he had, being single, being able to move around, not have to sit behind some desk shuffling papers. Plus, he was in a place that changed every day, every minute really. Walking his daily path, he saw some regulars, but for the most part everyone he came across was new, different.

    His job was simple. To patrol the upper concourse of the Airport, keep an eye on the various people rushing around with luggage and others. It was his responsibility to keep them all safe, from each other, and from those who wanted to do them harm, simply because they could. It was that constant awareness that danger was just around the corner, was potentially the next person walking towards him, that made danger his constant companion.

    The Airport wasn’t what you would call a hub. It was busy, as most where, but not crazy like say JFK or Dulles or Heathrow for that matter. He had gone through Heathrow, on his way to a course for his company. Being chosen to be one of the handful to get that privilege had given him a real sense of accomplishment, not to mention some new experiences.

    He liked the job, as he walked past the lockers, checking to make sure none of the people hanging around were up to anything. Thefts from those lockers was on the increase, but no one was near enough to warrant his attention. Moving along, he kept his head swivelling around, looking for the signs that someone was up to something. To keep his eye open for those who appeared nervous, or acted strange when he was spotted.

    Tommy knew all the signs, including a few his supervisors weren’t aware of. One of which was to see the steady stream of men going to one particular Men’s Restroom. He always knew where to look, who to follow when the mood was on him, as it was now. His eyes were looking for the signs, for the one who would make him take a slight detour in his regular patrol.

    He often wondered how passing travelers knew where to go, or what the signals were. Some he figured were standard signals all over, but how did someone from clear across the country, know which concourse to go to, which hallway and which of the many restroom’s, was the ‘restroom’. It always amazed him, when he would see someone, know instantly where they were headed, and when he followed, sure enough, he had been right.

    Asking never got him anywhere, as everyone just said that they had heard about it, or had chanced unto it. His trained eye knew differently. Some had passed other restrooms, so it couldn’t just be happenstance. Yet that is what they all said. Course you had to be careful, as it wasn’t 100% certain that people using it were there for any other purpose than having a need for a restroom.

    Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy spotted what had to be a likely candidate. He stopped to have a quick hello with one of the Airline Ticket Agents, as he watched the younger man look around, then head towards the far reaches of the concourse. Picking up his gait, he followed from behind, taking note of the young man’s dress, his shoes and everything he could.

    The man turned down a narrow pathway, and Tommy smiled, as the only two rooms down there were restrooms, one for men, one for women. He waited a few minutes, and then entered the Men’s Restroom. There was no one else there, and only one stall was in use.

    The young man was no where to be seen, and Tommy smiled. He could see the shoes and they were exactly what the other man had been wearing. He waited, listening, and then reached behind the door, pulling out the sign that was stored there by the maintenance staff.

    Quickly he opened the door and hung the sign out and upon closing it, he turned the inside lock. It made a loud clicking noise, as the bolt engaged. Now, he turned around, knowing they wouldn’t be disturbed. A trick he had learned from one of his courses, to insure there were no surprises.

    Tommy stepped into the stall next to the one occupied. He sat down, and spread his legs outwards, so that his foot was just crossing under the dividing wall, and waited. His heart was beating a bit faster, as he saw the dirty top of the young man’s runner slide over a bit, then rest near his own black shoe. In that moment, he knew he had been right, and now it was just a matter of time.

    The runner moved closer, pressed a little harder, and he returned the press, moving his own foot towards the other stall. Back and forth for a second or two, and then stillness. He could hear the other man’s heavy breathing, as he felt the excitement building. He knew that his appearance would scare him, at first. It sort of was part of the game, which only added to his enjoyment.

    He watched, as something fell to the floor, near his foot, and he waited. Then a hand appeared, as if searching for the fallen tissue, and it touched the edge of his pants, then his ankle. Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, then he held his breath as the hand moved up his leg a little. The hand brushing it, not fully clasping it or caressing it. Just a casual touch, a nudge. He moved his leg closer, against the hand, signalling his acceptance.

    The hand moved up his leg, as he reached down to let his touch the fingers. He felt the jolt, felt the other struggle with the sudden touch of flesh on flesh. He had guessed right, as he too felt the excitement building. Soon, he thought, as his fingers played lightly with the young man’s tapered fingers. The nails were cut short, as he felt them seeking more contact with his own.

    Tommy saw the stall divider shake a bit, which made him lean closer to it. He knew the other man was resting his head against it. He put his own head up against the wall, and then he heard the soft voice letting him know that the door was unlocked. It was the invitation he had been waiting for.

    Moving away, he let his hand give one last little touch, before he stood up and opened his own door. He walked over to the other stall, and pressed his hand on the door, to swing it open. It moved freely, and as he opened it wide, he saw the head lift up to stare up at him. The eyes bulged open as they spotted his uniform, the badge on his chest. Panic was reflected in the eyes, as he stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.

    He stood in front of the man, and stared. He could see the lips quivering from fear, the eyes darting around as if to find a back door or some other way of escape. He let himself smile, as he reached down and undid the buckle on his belt. The sound making the darting eyes suddenly focus on his crotch, as he intended it to.

    He let the belt flop open, then he undid the button, allowing the zipper to open a bit. Tommy took another step closer, as his hand rubbed his crotch, pulling the zipper down even more. His eyes never once left the other man’s face, one that looked confused, yet excited despite the obvious fear.

    The man had one of those spiked type haircuts. Lots of gel or whatever that made various strands appear to be standing upright. His hair was short, but it was the eyes that made Tommy’s heart skip a beat or two. They were so blue, so colourful and intelligent looking too. The nose was slim and matched his thin looking face, and lips. He could see the man’s desire too, reflected in his eyes, and how they were glued to his open crotch.

    Tommy smiled as he pushed his pants open, to show off his bulging crotch. The man licked his lips as Tommy ran his hand over his pole, its long shape clearly visible under his briefs. His hand pushed it and stroked it lightly, before he took it away and pushed his pants further down his frame, so they rested by his knees.

    He leaned out with both hands to take the young man’s face between them. The eyes looked up, as Tommy stared down, a thin smile on his own face. The man then dropped his eyes to stare at Tommy’s groin. His hands moved up to rest on the exposed thighs. His touch gave him a slight thrill, that made his legs twitch a little.

    Pulling the head towards him, he sucked in his breath, as the young man willingly moved inwards. He felt his hot breath over his groin, as the young man’s hands reached around, to grip his legs. The fingers dug into his flesh, as he felt the man’s mouth suddenly move inwards. He buried his face into Tommy’s crotch, his teeth nibbling at the throbbing pole. He heard himself moan as he put his hands outwards, one on each side of the stall.

    He pushed his groin forwards, rubbing his crotch harder into the young man’s face. It made the young man grunt, who then reached up and around with his hands, to yank at the underwear, while his mouth still licked and nibbled at his throbbing cock. Tommy swung his hips a little, enticing the man further.

    In a second, his shorts were pulled down, and his cock was free. The instant it popped free, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of it at the base. The fingers wrapped around and held it firmly, as the mouth now hovered just over the head. The tongue licked out, and as it touched his cock head, Tommy felt himself tremble.

    The raspy edge of the tongue moved lightly over the skin, barely touching it. He felt his whole body tighten, his muscles grow taut, his nerves tingle, as the tongue lightly ran over his cock head, then underneath to lick at the underside. His hands pressed harder against the walls, as he struggled to control his racing emotions. His breathing was rapid, as the man licked his cock all the way down towards his dangling balls.

    The edge licked at his sac, then the hand pushed the cock upwards to his belly, while the nose pressed in between his belly and thigh. The tongue moved down his scrotum, licking at the leathery sac, until it found one of his testicles. He heard the noise, the sound of his testicle being drawn past the lips, into the young man’s mouth. He moaned a bit louder, as the tongue licked at the egg inside the sac, as the mouth sucked the skin, making the tiny hairs stick out and bristle.

    His legs grew taut, the muscles coiled and stiffened, as the young man continued to suck on his balls. He let one go, quickly taking the other into the moist mouth. He felt his body shudder, as the man then managed to take them both at once. His eyes were firmly shut as he felt the nose pressing into his skin, felt the hand around his cock move up his shaft, then down, while his mouth sucked his balls.

    When he let them go, he pulled back a little, his heavy breathing matching Tommy’s own ragged panting breath. Then the tongue flicked out, licking him just above the balls, just under the base of his cock. His whole body arched upwards a bit, his heart racing even faster.

    It moved slowly up his shaft, licking at his throbbing vein, the blood rushing faster through his whole body. His cock was thickening, growing even harder. His eyes were seeing shadows behind his eyelids, as the man’s tongue licked up and around his cock head. The oozing pre cum was quickly licked up, the tongue lightly passing over his pee slit, making his whole body tremble.

    Then the lips pressed against the cock head, slowly opening to wrap around. He felt himself shudder as the lips moved down, his cock head slowly moving into the man’s mouth. He could feel its warmth, feel the edges of his teeth rake across the sensitive skin of his cock head. He cried out a mumbled groan, as his cock was slowly enveloped by the man’s mouth.

    The tongue licked at his underside, as his cock was taken slowly inside. He felt the cock head move against the soft wet flesh of the man’s cheeks, then push past, to rest on the gullet, then as the muscles relaxed, he felt his cock being allowed down into the throat. He moaned as he felt the warm saliva all around his cock. His body was shaking as the hands now held him firmly. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of the back of his thighs. They held him, as the head began to slowly move back and forth along his shaft.

    Tommy could feel his control leaving, as his body began to move in time with the head. His body would arch forward, pull back, then forward. The head would move every now and then, twisting around to make his cock jerk. The slurping sound was driving him nuts, as he felt his body arching inwards, felt the teeth against his cock shaft as he pounded the young man’s mouth.

    His breathing was more rapid now, his lungs ached from the lack of air, as he drove his cock deep down into the man’s throat. He could hear him gag a little, but he kept his lips tightly around Tommy’s cock. His hands continued to hold his legs. Every part of his body was tingling, his frame was quivering as the blood rushed inside. His mind was numb, as he felt his body taking control.

    The ache in his balls became unbearable, as his buttocks clenched tightly, and suddenly he felt himself losing it. The rush from his balls, made his whole body tremble, as he yelled out, as his mouth hung open gasping for air and his hips drove forwards with all of his strength. The head sucking his cock was driven backwards by the force, and he could hear the man grunt, as his cock jerked inside.

    His load came flooding out, he could almost hear the rush as it flew out of his cock head, and the young man gagged several times, as he swallowed quickly, desperate to take very drop of his seed. His body was shaking, as if he was having some sort of seizure. His eyes saw flashes of lights behind his closed eyelids, as he emptied his milk.

    It was like his entire energy had been drained from his body, as he felt himself convulse, as the last of his milk dribbled out into the full mouth. The young man was still swallowing, but Tommy knew that some was escaping, as he felt it against his trembling groin.

    He slowly sank backwards, his arms at his side, as he leaned against the stall door. His eyes flickered open, as he stared up at the ceiling, gradually letting the light filter in. Shapes were still fuzzy as he felt his heart pounding still, his pulse racing. Sweat coated his forehead, and he could feel the drops dripping off as he glanced downwards.

    The young man was leaning back against the toilet, his own face showing his complete satisfaction, and exhaustion. The eyes were glowing, as he sat there, totally spent by the wild face fucking he had just had. His nostrils were still flaring slightly, as he too gasped for air. The rise and fall of his chest showing how much he had put into the effort, how much he had enjoyed the brief interlude.

    Tommy pulled his underwear and pants up, doing his buckle up as he stepped forward. He looked down at the young man, smiling. Then he opened the stall door and looked at himself in the mirror. Adjusting a lock or two, he rinsed his face with cold water, and went to the main restroom door. He listened briefly, then undid the latch and opened the door. No one was around, as he took the sign off the door, and placed it back where it belonged.

    He stepped out and began to once more assume his patrol, his eyes still glowing as he watched the myriad of passengers going every way possible. The beat of his heart was slowly back to its normal state, as he made his way over to the next level, wondering if he would have an opportunity to check out the other restroom along his beat.

    After all it was a Friday, a busy time of the week for chance encounters. He smiled as he moved past the local Starbucks, noticing the grin from one of the workers there. He smiled back, knowing that Chuck would be off at 2, and waiting for him at the restroom he had just left.

    Tommy did enjoy his work, and the perks that went with it, as he continued along his patrol. His eyes always looking, always searching.


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  • Passion Is Blind

    ‘They will allow it over my dead body!’

    The ferocity of Beau LaConte’s angry declaration, accompanied by flailing of arms that set the carriage to wobbling, made me take fright. The LaContes had been our Mississippi delta neighbors for more than a century, but I should have known better than accept his offer for transport to the Hallow’s Eve masked ball at the Cabildo. It wasn’t just that I couldn’t fully trust myself around Beau. It also was because the LaContes were sadly inbred and had not taken to the recent shame at all well. In fact, all legitimate LaContes but Beau had promptly died from embarrassment upon hearing of General Lee’s surrender. And Beau showed no signs of adjusting to the new realities either.

    ‘Careful, neighbor,’ I said, laying a soothing hand on his arm. ‘You’ll split that rich brocade of your French Court costume and be the talk of the town.’ Indeed, that might very well be true. In his vanity, Beau, must have literally been sewn into that costume of his. I could discern every curve and crevice of his finely sculpted body. I would be suspicious that he had invited me to share his carriage simply to make me pine for him – if I had any notion that he was aware of anyone but himself to the extent of realizing that I did, indeed, pine for him and had done so since we were lads.

    ‘Anyway, it’s inevitable, Beau. We lost, and they are in control now. They have the government in their hands; there is no denying them entry to our masked balls. By the Christmas Ball they will be in control of the governing committee for that as well.’

    ‘Over my dead body,’ Beau cried out again, setting the coach to rocking again. In response to this, he took his silver-headed cane and pounded on the roof of the carriage. ‘More care up there, I say. A smoother ride or you won’t be driving me ever again.’

    I had a twinge of regret for poor little Dexter at the reins atop the carriage. He’d been out there in the elements for the two-hour cold and clammy ride along the banks of the lower Mississippi to New Orleans. And I had seen how poorly clad he was from the beginning. He’d catch his death of cold, surely. But Beau wouldn’t care. He didn’t recognize the word ’emancipation,’ let alone accept that it had actually been put into force. And his people had no place else to go other than the plantation. It wasn’t as if they could suddenly learn new trades and how to meet life as free men. But here we were on Chartres St. and entering the Faubourg Marigny district. Within minutes we’d be pulling past St. Louis Cathedral on Jackson Square and arriving at the ball, one of the last vestiges of gaiety left in this city mourning the stripping away of its once-grand way of life.

    I made one last stab. ‘We will not be alone at the ball, Beau. You must try not to make a scene. We must adjust. It’s only right.’

    ‘Only right?’ Beau blustered as the carriage drew up to the torchlit entry of the government building-turned ballroom for the evening. ‘I’ll never adjust to this. I’ll have nothing to do with them. Ever. My family has existed completely apart from them for a hundred and fifty years and will continue to do so.’

    Apart from them, I thought bitterly. Everything your family has was built on their backs. And then, as the carriage door opened, Dexter was there, folding the steps down and standing close by, hands at ready to help Beau out of the carriage. But he was brushed aside without a look from Beau, and I saw a grimace flash across Dexter’s face. Beau had stepped on his foot – without realizing or caring that he had done so.

    I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. A laugh deep in my throat, more in bitterness than in mirth. But it wasn’t because Beau had stepped on Dexter’s foot. It was something entirely different.

    ‘What’s so funny?’ Beau grumbled, pressing out the few creases in his tight, silken breeches that had the audacity to mar the perfection of his persona.

    ‘Oh, nothing. It’s nothing, Beau,’ I said, as I took his arm and mounted the stairs toward the flaming chandeliers and orchestra music beyond the thick stuccoed walls of the Cabildo. But it wasn’t ‘nothing.’ It was sheer irony. Anyone seeing Beau and Dexter standing side by side at the carriage door could see it in an instant. But Beau would never see it, because he would never look straight at Dexter. Different colors and the heavily muscled Beau hulked over the slight, willowy Dexter. But anyone with eyes to see could see the close family resemblance – they were cousins if not brothers.

    In the light of the main ballroom, Beau stood out in his magnificence. I stayed beside him as best I could. Trying not to be obvious, but aching for him. Now more than ever before; I could not tear my eyes away from the splendor of his body in that tight silken costume. But he was blind to my worship – which was just as well. I knew I never would have him.

    As I gazed intently at him, I saw his eyes flash and his nostrils flare up. Following his line of sight, I saw her – and I drew in my breath. She had appeared at the top of the staircase and stood there, knowing that all eyes were slowly being drawn to her and the cacophony of boisterous conversation throughout the room was bubbling down to gossipy whispers behind gloved hands and fans. The whiteness of her flowing, low-cut gown contrasted sharply with the milk-chocolate of her lustrous skin. She was so slight and willowy that she must not have been much over eighteen, but she held herself like a queen, and she obviously knew exactly what effect she was having on the room – both effects. The tone of her skin revealed that she was a mulatto, first generation of a mixed white and black coupling, and never before had a mulatto appeared at the Hallow’s Eve Ball. Octorons, those with scant one-eighth black blood, yes, of course; the premier courtesans of the city were Octorons. But never a mulatto. But what also was having this breathtaking effect on all in attendance was her beauty and her carriage. She wasn’t just attending the ball; she was reigning over the ball. She was making a statement – no doubt on purpose – that a new era had arrived.

    Surely I knew who she was; even now the quickly evolving social center of the city wasn’t that large that she should be a total cipher to me. But this was a masked ball, and she was wearing an elaborate white feathered mask that hid all features of her face except for those ruby-red lips and those incongruous hazel eyes.

    I turned to see that another set of hazel eyes were flashing; Beau was about to explode. My concern for him, which was lodged in my aching love for him, screamed from within me, and I did all I could to pull his attention away from the apparition on the stairs, as she slowly descended, all eyes still enthralled by the beauty of her movement, and moved toward the French doors out into the rear garden. As she passed, a path opened for her through the still-awed and twittering social elite of the city, nonplused still by both her majesty and her bold audacity.

    I couldn’t hold Beau back, though. As she disappeared into the murky light of the rear garden and the path she had traversed closed again with a great sigh from the crowd that, clutching at the last vestiges of tradition, renewed the gaiety and high decibel rate it had produced before the chocolate beauty had made her entrance, Beau slipped out of my concerned embrace and threaded his way toward those French doors.

    I was jostled and delayed by the forming of a dance by invitation of the renewed musical efforts of the orchestra, and neither Beau nor the beauty could be seen when I reached the French doors. I feared for them both. I feared that Beau would make a spectacle of himself that would bring the focus of the authorities on him. He had walked a thin line these short months since the shaming at Appomatox. The new order had its clutching eyes on all of the plantation owners up and down the river, and Beau could lose his entire heritage at a flash of his temper that the new rulers decided convenient not to ignore. But at the same time, I feared for the young woman. She looked so vulnerable and delicate as she floated down the staircase and across the ballroom floor. I felt certain that her appearance was a mere statement of what was to come and that forces beyond her were behind this bold move. I couldn’t let harm come to her if I could help it – especially from Beau. And in that, it was myself I was thinking of – of my passion for him despite his blindness, or perhaps because of his blindness, to my feelings.

    I searched for several minutes before I found them. I heard them first, talking in low whispers, and thus I stealthily came closer to them, moving to where I could spy them through the foliage of a flame tree but that they couldn’t see me.

    I huddled there, in shock. I had expected to come upon a scene of rage, but instead it was a scene of seduction. But who was seducing who? I had completely misjudged Beau’s reaction to the woman when she first appeared in the ballroom. What I had taken for anger and disgust was interest and lust. Beau spoke of one reaction to her kind, but he was proving to be as vulnerable to the beauty of the mulatto as any of his kin ever had been.

    They were sitting, or rather, nearly reclining on a stone bench. Beau had an arm around the beauty and was leaning into her, pressing his chest against her side. I arrived in time to see him make a move to unmask her, but she denied him that privilege, murmuring her demure to him and holding the mask to her face with a delicate white-gloved hand. She did not deny him her lips, however. I saw them kiss, tentatively at first, and then I saw Beau hungrily posses her lips when he discovered that they would not be denied him. The hand of the arm he was encircling her with went to her breast and cupped it through the white silk of her low-cut bodice. I could see her pert orb heave slightly as her breathing became more rapid at his touch. His other hand was gripping her thigh just above the knee and would have worked its way higher if she hadn’t laid a gloved hand on it.

    He pulled his face from hers and locked his eyes on hers. He was whispering to her in hurried, tense words. He obviously was asking her for permission to accelerate his attentions to her. She was smiling and whispering back, obviously not fully giving in to him but not pushing him away either. He took one of her hands and placed it on the tightness of the crotch of his silk breeches, making her feel the urgency that was all too obviously evident there. And she did not take her hand away from there.

    My heart leapt as I realized she was toying with him. I could see it in her eyes behind that mask and I could see it in the curve of her lips. Why couldn’t he see what I could see? She wasn’t for him. I could be for him; I could give myself completely to him. But she couldn’t; she had no intention to. I could see it in her eyes and in her smile. But Beau was blind in his passion for her. He would never see it; and he would not listen to me if I warned him.

    I looked back and they were conversing intently now in low, hushed tones. It was as if they were negotiating. And that’s exactly what they were doing; they were negotiating. The little vixen had her eye on Beau’s ring. The family signet ring; the ring that passed from oldest son to oldest son. The symbol of the House of LaConte.

    Surely Beau wasn’t that blind in his passion. But then my heart took a lurch again as I realized that surely he was. The ring was coming off his finger and going onto her thumb.

    And then her bodice was coming down and Beau’s face was buried between her nubile, barely developed breasts and he was feasting on her nipples. His hand was pulling up the hem of her gown and was on her naked knee, above the top of a white stocking.

    I couldn’t help myself. I was overwhelmed with the loss. The too-easy loss to the House of LaConte; the too-easy loss of principles Beau claimed to possess, no matter how outdated they were; and the loss of all chances I might have ever had with him – all for a furtive tryst in the garden of the Hallow’s Eve Ball – all at the design of a little vixen with debasing of a family and way of life on her mind. It would have been one thing if I’d thought she had any regard for Beau at all, but not this.

    I cried out and stumbled into the clearing, no plan in mind whatsoever other than to break into this blind passion, this scene that was just so wrong in so many ways.

    I, of course, completely unhinged both Beau and the mulatto beauty and, while both Beau and I froze there in shock, he in sudden recognition of my hopes and fears and I in utter misery of this recognition, the mulatto beauty gathered her gown about her and disappeared into the shadows of the garden.

    Beau became stiff and formal, outwardly showing no sign of anything amiss, but he shrank from me as we slowly walked back toward the light and convivial noise of the ballroom. We walked with leaden, shuffling stride, him trying to regain his composure and me melting into abject despair, neither of us wanting to gain the light, not wanting the light to shine on our new knowledge and on what now could not be regained for either of us. He was fingering the empty place on his ring finger, but I had no idea what he regretted the most – the loss of the symbol of his birthright or of his conquest of the mulatto beauty.

    By unspoken agreement, we turned away from the French doors that would take us back into the ballroom among all of ‘our kind,’ who we both knew would be able to discern at a glance the strain between us and the unrecoverable change in both of us. We pressed on toward the carriage court. While Beau was calling in irritated tones for Dexter to bring up his carriage, I was suggesting in hushed tones that perhaps I would stay on at the ball for a short while longer and find transport home with someone else. And Beau rendered the last crushing blow to my spirit when he readily accepted my suggestion.

    Dexter was standing there, smiling broadly at the carriage door. Ready to render help for Beau in entering the carriage – but of course Beau didn’t even give him a look – and ready to close the door behind his privileged lookalike.

    The first thing I noticed then was in the carriage itself as Dexter held the door open. There, just a slight fold of fabric peeking out below the bench lid, a fabric that caught the light of the carriage court torches – white silk. And then, wham, wham, wham, the other images assaulted my eyes. The smirk on Dexter’s lips, a slight smear of ruby-red gloss at the corner of his lower lip, and the gleam of light reflecting off the gold signet ring he proudly held forth on the hand holding the door open for Beau.

    But Beau saw none of this. Beau was blind. Beau was completely out of time and place. Blind to everything but fleeting passion.


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  • The Beckoning Trees

    The wind off the ocean was cool today, as Danny sat on the park bench. It wasn’t a particularly scenic view from the bench, but it did afford him a view of the entrance to the grove of trees most referred to as ‘Fag Forest’.

    He had been coming to this bench, to stare at the entrance to the trees, since he had been young old. Now at 18 things hadn’t changed for him. He still came to sit on the bench, to try and get the nerve up to enter the forest. It was a simple decision, one he should have mastered long before now.

    High School had been something to endure, to survive. It was by listening to classmates that he had first heard about this place, and he had been desperate for something that maybe this place could offer him. Problem was, he never seemed to get past this bench.

    There had been a few he had seen saunter past, to walk with confidence into the darkness of the trees, but he had sat out here, wondering. He was still wondering now, and yet each day he had come here, he felt it would be the day. For three years, he thought that each time he arrived, he’d walk into the shadows, to experience what he felt he needed, the touch of another man.

    He had come close at school, but his natural shyness, his fear too, always held him back. Danny was certain of one thing, that he was into guys, as for anything else, he wasn’t what you would call a positive person. There were a couple at school, that he tried to be friendly with, but it never seemed to work out. It wasn’t that he thought he was ugly either. Least some of the girls didn’t think so.

    Maybe if he had tried out for sports or something, it might have been different, but he wasn’t jock material. He only stood a few inches under six foot, weighed a pitiful 130 pounds even now, at eighteen. Still, he had a smile that the girls liked, and they loved his reddish blond hair, that he was always changing the style of.

    Everything he knew about sex, had come from either a magazine or the odd porno flick he had watched. He ached for what he had seen in those glossy pages, on the screen. To have someone touch him, to kiss his lips, to fondle his uncut cock. Those were thoughts he had at night, which is why he was more of a loner than he should have been. The obsession of being touched, of some Adonis taking him, always gave him an erection.

    Being normal, and alone, he always found that his fantasizes made him horny, which he dutifully attended to. Sometimes more than once a night. He even had come close to being caught in the boy’s bathroom a few times, as the urge was too great at times. Still, no one, not a single person had ever come up to him, had ever given him cause to break his silence, to voice it even.

    He hated himself for it, and for a bit he thought he was damaged goods. Being queer wasn’t something his family could understand, or deal with. Then too, he never did come out to them, given their open hostility to homosexuals. Still, he had tried to be different, had approached girls and gone on a few dates. Yet despite his best efforts, the best he ever got was a wet kiss that just didn’t feel right.

    Oh he had felt a breast or two as well, but it never got him aroused, certainly not like looking at some naked stud in a magazine could. Maybe they could sense his dissatisfaction with them, or that he wasn’t into females, but soon his experiment of being straight came to an end. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.

    In some ways, he enjoyed watching the entrance, not having to walk in, to fear being seen going in or leaving. It allowed him to dream, but lately the dreams were becoming harder and harder to whack off to. They were incomplete, and in his heart he knew he would have to either stop coming here, or take the plunge, and go in. Just the idea of walking in petrified him. His whole body would shake and he would break out into a cold sweat. Yet, he became more angry with himself, as he would see people calmly walk in.

    They were all kinds of guys too. From the older men, to the middle aged types. He hadn’t seen too many his own age go in, but a few. They looked no different than him, and some seemed to be as nervous, though they managed to walk in. A few going in had come to recognize him, or at least look in his direction as if they did.

    That had kept him a way for a few weeks, but he kept coming back, kept vowing that he would step in. So far, it was a vow he just hadn’t kept. Sitting there now, watching the sun slowly setting, the wind picking up, he felt dejected. It was like being scared of the darkness when a small kid. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but he needed a night life for the longest time, afraid of what he couldn’t see.

    It wasn’t that he was stupid. He knew it was dangerous, risky even, but he knew of no other place to find some male company. Maybe it wasn’t just sex that went on inside, maybe it was where you could talk, make friends. Problem was, if he didn’t go inside, he would never know.

    Just as he was about to give up, he saw the blond hair and felt like he knew the person. He had seen him a few times go into the forest, and he looked like someone he’d like to meet. He was tall, maybe his age or a bit older, and he wore faded jeans all the time. It was his build that made him think of following him, but each time he came to the entrance, he’d watch the blond look around. It was almost as if he was making sure no one he knew was around. Just like Danny always did when he came to sit at the bench.

    This time, as he was about to leave, the blond was there, but he was looking at Danny. For the first time he managed to see his face, cast in the sun’s fading glow. It was a strange face, one that looked scared but it made Danny feel exposed for some reason. He couldn’t explain it, but it was like being under a microscope.

    The blond stared at him, then when he was certain Danny was looking back, he ran his hand slowly down his belly, to rest over his groin. He was too far away for Danny to see much more, but he felt his own body suddenly quiver, a tell tale sign that he was getting aroused. The young man just looked, then slowly turned away and headed inside.

    Danny didn’t even realize it, till he smelled the fresh pine scent, that he had approached the entrance. He was closer to it than ever before. His eyes were peering inside, hoping to see the blond. As he stood at the entrance, he was certain he could see a shadowy figure several feet further in. It was the right build, the right height to be the blond, but he held back, uncertain of what to do. His heart was pounding as well, as he stood there, watching.

    The figure seemed to be looking at him, but he couldn’t tell until he saw a flicker of light flare up. In that instant he saw the face illuminated by the light. The face was turned towards him, the eyes were sparkling as Danny watched him light a cigarette. The red ember glowed as he took a puff of the cigarette, his face peering out at Danny.

    The ache in his crotch was unbearable, and as the darkness closed around him, Danny realized he had finally breached the entrance. He was inside of ‘Fag Forest’. He felt his body shiver, as it was a lot cooler under the canopy of trees. He could smell the dank scent of rotting leaves, as he stepped carefully inside, moving closer to the glowing ember.

    Danny began to hear the strange sounds as he moved closer to the blond. He noticed how he was slouched up against the trunk of a huge tree. His head was tilted but his face was still looking towards him. There were the sounds of wind rustling the branches, and off in the distance, and all around him, he could hear other sounds. Voices of people talking, obvious grunts as well. It made the hairs on his arms stand up, as he realized there were guys inside having sex. No mistaking the moans, muted by the trees, but unmistakable.

    At last he was close enough to make out more details about the young man smoking. He had a haggard look to his face, the cheeks seemed sunken and the eyes had dark shadows beneath them. His shirt was worn looking, matching his jeans. He had a jacket over his shoulder that looked like it wouldn’t keep anything off the wearer. The eyes seemed to follow his every step, until he was next to him.

    Despite his appearance, he had a freshly washed smell to him, that surprised Danny. The eyes didn’t flicker as he got close, just stared at him. Once or twice they glanced up and down, checking him out. He felt embarrassed, knowing he was fully erect, as he gulped, summoning up the nerve to speak.

    ‘Hi’

    ‘Hi’

    ‘Uh, I am Danny.’

    The boy looked at him, at Danny’s outstretched hand. He stared hard, making Danny feel nervous. It was like he was being inspected, when the young man stood upright, and took his hand.

    ‘Rod, least you can call me that. Danny is your real name isn’t it?’

    ‘Yeah, I mean yes, why?’

    ‘Rule #1, never give your real name.’

    ‘Rule #1? I don’t… why?’

    ‘You don’t want anyone to know, that’s why.’

    Danny wasn’t sure why anyone wouldn’t want to know who the person was. He nodded though, as if he understood, though it was obvious he didn’t. Rod looked at him, and a small little smile crossed his lips. Danny noticed how thin and pale they were, but how they lit up his face, even here in the semi darkness of the forest.

    ‘No, you don’t, but that’s cool. You got any condoms?’

    ‘What? Uh, no, I didn’t uh.. no.’

    ‘Rule #2, always come prepared with at least two strips of rubbers, unless you got some quirky notion that sex is naturally safe.’

    He heard what Rod or whatever his name was saying, but he didn’t really care. It was strange, to watch how his lips moved, how he held himself while he talked. It was making him think of other things, like what kind of penis he had, or how did he suck one, or even if he did. It was like all he could think of, even though he knew he should be concentrating on what he was saying. It was like getting a crash course in forest etiquette or something.

    ‘Two strips? Isn’t one condom enough?’

    ‘Shit no, some of these guys you wanna double bag it, just in case, plus you never know, finish one trick and another can appear.’

    ‘Double what? Trick? I don’t uh…’

    He felt totally lost. Then too the way Rod started to look at him, the way he took a puff on the cigarette, while staring at him. It made him more nervous, as if he wasn’t scared enough. Now all the lingo, the words he had no idea of what they meant, were all making him feel totally lost.

    ‘Shit you are new to this, you sound like a damn virgin’

    Danny felt his face turn red, and he looked away. He didn’t think it was that plain, but obviously Rod had a lot more experience at this. Still, he thought the darkness and shadows would hide his blushing face.

    ‘Fuck, you are, aren’t you?’

    ‘Yeah’

    ‘Shit, you don’t want to be here dude, they’ll eat you alive. You that broke?’

    ‘Huh? No, I am not, I mean…’

    Rod held the cigarette near his lips, as he looked at Danny. He could see something in his eyes, as if they just found something important to look at. They opened wide, and in that instant he crushed the glowing ember of the cigarette between his fingers. His eyes narrowed, as he shook his head in bewilderment. It was like watching a switch being turned on.

    ‘Come on, follow me and ignore anything you see, don’t talk to anyone. Okay?’

    ‘Okay, but why? I mean…’

    ‘Later, come on, before they get wind of fresh meat.’

    Danny had no idea what Rod was talking about but he followed him through the woods, hearing voices come and go. At one point, where several paths intersected he saw an old man leaning on a tree. His face lit up as they approached, but Rod just glared at him, muttering not now, as they rushed past the man.

    He had no idea where they were, but eventually they came to a small clearing. They had pushed their way past some thickets, and even had to get down almost to their knees to get through. As they entered the small clearing, Danny noticed that it was set up as sort of a camp.

    Rod pulled some branches aside, and pulled out a Styrofoam cooler. He reached inside, pulling two cans of pop out. He tossed one over to Danny, then sat down, leaning against a tree. He motioned for Danny to join him, as he looked at him, waiting while Danny sat down.

    ‘You’re not here to find a trick are you?’

    ‘I don’t know what you mean, I uh…’

    ‘Hustle, pick up some spare cash, you know?’

    ‘Huh? NO, No, sorry, I am not. I uh, I thought it would be a good place to uh, to sort of uh…’

    ‘Get a blow job?’

    Danny couldn’t help but look at Rod, at the way he spoke so casually about what was Danny’s secret unfulfilled desire.

    ‘yes’

    ‘How much cash you got on you?’

    ‘I uh, I have to look. Hang on…’

    He leaned back, to pull out his wallet from his front pocket when Rod told him to stop. He shook his head, as he spoke.

    ‘Dude, never ever show your wallet, Rule #3 and #4. You looking for sex, you put the cash in one pocket, what you willing to hand over, keep your wallet in the other.’

    ‘Why?’

    ‘Because some will reach out, snatch the wallet and take off before you realize you been ripped off, and that’s the easy grab. Others are nastier.’

    ‘I never, I mean that I uh…’

    ‘It’s okay, Danny, right?’

    ‘Yeah’

    ‘So what are you looking for Danny? Want a cock to suck on, have yours sucked? Maybe you looking for ass? Which is it?’

    ‘I uh, I don’t know, I never, I mean this is new to me, I never uh…’

    ‘Shit, you really are a rookie. You ever had your cock sucked?  Never mind, I can see by your face you haven’t.’

    ‘sorry’

    ‘nothing to be sorry about, we all have our own speeds, me, I had mine sucked before I was 14, one of my mom’s boyfriends liked little boys.’

    ‘I am sorry.’

    Rod looked away for a minute, then took a long drink of the soda, even though Danny was certain it was long empty. Still he could see the eyes, the way they looked so distant, so suddenly empty. It felt strange having someone tell him so easily about something that had to be scarier than hell itself.

    ‘yeah well, that was nearly five years ago, shit happens. Thing is, I liked it, still do. Why I hang out here, easy money more or less, doing what I like.’

    ‘you don’t sound like you do’

    The clearing wasn’t all that bright, but Danny had noticed how Rod seemed to look at him. The way he cocked his head to one side, as if seeing him for the first time. It was also rather enticing too. Rod certainly had a look to him, that just wouldn’t let Danny ignore.

    ‘smarter than you look, which ain’t bad either. So what’s the plan Danny? You looking to have your first cock in ‘fag forest’?’

    ‘I was sort of, uh, yeah, been trying to get the nerve up, guess I am the nervous type.’

    ‘No kidding.’

    Danny couldn’t help himself. His eyes were attracted to the lump in Rod’s pants. It was highlighted by the threadbare material as well. He was so close, he thought, but how to make it real, to realize his dream? His brow was set in thought, and he forgot all about the young man, until he heard the noise. His eyes immediately looked up and over towards Rod.

    There was no doubt that Rod knew his trade well. He had unbuttoned his jeans noiselessly, but had made certain that Danny had heard the zipper being pushed down. His pants now lay open, a dirty grey color just showing among the opening. Danny couldn’t help but stare, then glance up, then back down to the opened pants.

    He licked his lips, as he stared at the opened pants. Danny wanted to see more, to see his first real cock. Yet he didn’t know how to ask, but it seemed like Rod didn’t need any prompting from him.

    His hand moved down, and he rubbed his groin, his eyes fixed firmly on Danny’s face. With every lick of Danny’s tongue over his lips, the hand would move and push at the open pants. The grey color beneath was clearly his underwear, but his hand covered the lump, the promised land for Danny.

    He couldn’t resist looking, and finally he tore his eyes from the caressing hand to look into Rod’s eyes. He saw the glint, the stare and swallowed. He knew what Rod was offering, and yet he felt paralyzed. He just couldn’t seem to summon the nerve to move, yet those eyes seemed irresistible.

    Somehow he found himself next to Rod. He had no idea how he got there, but he found Rod’s hand now on his, moving it across his outstretched leg, over to his open crotch. His heart was racing, as he felt the electricity passing through his body. The touch of his hand over the open crotch, of the sensation of actually touching another man made his body shake.

    His hand jerked back, but Rod’s hand held him firmly, forcing him forward, forcing him to give in to his desire. His hand touched the crotch, felt the warmth of the young man’s body. His head was dizzy, confused and yet feeling excited, as was the rest of his body. He leaned next to Rod, his back against the tree, just as Rod’s was.

    He felt his body next to his, then felt his pants being pulled. Danny looked over, to see Rod’s face. To stare at the strange glint in the young man’s eyes. He knew he too had that look, as he felt his pants button pop open, felt the zipper being slid down, and his own crotch being exposed. He sucked in his breath, as the hand reached inside, to touch him.

    It was like his body had exploded. He could feel the strange warm sensations, like fire bolts, racing up and down his body. His legs twitched, and his toes were trying to curl up in his shoes, as the hand reached out and probed his groin. His penis was hard, harder than he could ever thought possible.

    He heard a soft sigh, then somehow he found his own hand was now caressing the hard lump, touching it and feeling its heat, just as the hand was doing to his own hard flesh. He moaned a little, taken aback by the rolling waves of enjoyment that made his body shiver. His eyes fluttered, going from fully open, to firmly shut in seconds. Back and forth it went, as the hand inside his pants stroked him, then began to push at his shorts, to crawl up while still touching his aching pole.

    Danny could feel it all, yet also feel the strange desire within, that made his own hand mimic the one in his pants. His own fingers were stretching up, touching now the hot belly, feeling the muscles shrink and then tighten to his touch. He felt the same waves beneath his finger tips, as he felt in his own chest.

    A soft whimpering sound came from next to him, and he felt Rod’s head on his shoulder, smelled his sweat, as he breathed in deeply. His nostrils flaring slightly as he felt the hand groping for his shorts, then pushing underneath the waistband. Danny felt the fingers reaching down, pushing his shorts down, as they struggled to find his throbbing cock.

    His own head rocked a little, the pain of hitting the tree trunk ignored, as his felt his legs push out, giving the hand more room to push inside. His mouth was dry, as he licked his lips, glancing now and then towards the head on his shoulder. He could see the eyes were firmly shut, as the hand reached the base of his cock. It was not like he had expected, it was much much more than he had ever though. His body trembled as the hand took hold of his cock, and began to work its way up the throbbing shaft.

    Danny knew his precum was oozing, but worse he could feel his balls filling, feel them aching in ways that always signalled their near explosion. He groaned, his body no longer under his control, as the hand moved up and then around his cock head. He felt his oozing precum being smeared across the head, then around it, then down the shaft. His cock was fully erect, sticking out from his pants.

    His shorts were pushed down near to his knees, his pants just below them. He was moaning softly, his chest was aching, as the hand held his cock, and began to slowly stroke it. Slow at first, but as it moved, it hardened as well. The fingers held him tighter, and slowly began to move faster as the pre cum made it easier to slide down and then up.

    Danny could hear the heavy breathing from next to him, from Rod, as he concentrated on the feelings he was experiencing. His body was squirming, as the hand began to move faster, his balls began to ache even more, and strangely enough, he felt an ache between his buttocks. It was like his rectum was puckering, as his cheeks seemed to tighten with each stroke.

    He knew it was too soon, but he couldn’t help it. It was all so new, so exciting, that he couldn’t stop himself. His body was quivering, his muscles taut as he groaned, his eyes firmly shut tight, as he felt the balls shake, felt them sling upwards. He was going to shoot, and he cried out, trying to warn Rod, and before his words were half way out, he felt the head move off his shoulder. He felt the hand suddenly down at the base of his cock shaft. As he cried out, he felt the head of his cock suddenly covered in a moist warmth that made his whole body tremble.

    He opened his eyes briefly, to see the head over his cock, as he felt the press of the lips over his cock head. His body arched up, driving the hard cock upwards, making it go in as deep as he could. He heard a gurgling sound, a sort of cough, then all he could feel was the strange shaking of his entire body.

    Danny felt himself shudder, felt the growing pain in his crotch. He could feel his cock deep inside of Rod’s mouth. His tongue licking at the underside of his throbbing cock. Every little details was being etched on his memory, as his cock was thrust deep into the willing throat. His cries echoed as his body was momentarily suspended upwards, His buttock clearly off the ground, his legs pushing him even higher. Yet he was held back, by the head swallowing his cock. He felt the teeth, the tongue as his cock head reared back, then shot forward.

    His voice echoed his body’s surrender. It was loud, almost primal, as the blood rushed forward, as his legs grew numb and cramped. His head was filled with brilliant flashes of light, as his body surrendered. His hand reached out, holding firmly onto the head that was over his groin, pushing it down, holding it from moving off, as his body released its first stream of milk. His heart was pounding, the thundering roar drowning out even his loud cries of surrender.

    Danny felt his body heave up two more times, each one slightly less than the one before. He was slowly feeling himself being drained, and as he sunk back to the ground after his third explosion, he could feel his chest heaving, feel his lungs desperate for air.

    His hands were by his sides, as his body collapsed, his cock drained, no longer fully erect. His balls were shrinking as he lay there, panting. His eyes still shut tight, as he felt his heart racing, not realizing it was over. He felt the cold chill of the wind, and began to hear the other sounds, as the wind whistled through the trees above.

    Slowly he opened his eyes, to stare at Rod. He watched him lean back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He knew it was over, he had his first blow job, and he wished he had found out long before now. Yet as he looked at Rod, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, to taste another’s cum, to have it slide down your throat. His eyes were suddenly once more afire, as he struggled to regain his breath. His hand moved, to reach for Rod’s leg, to crawl over towards the still open pants.

    Maybe he would find out, as Rod just smiled at him, his own chest still heaving. As he saw Rod’s face, he knew that he would have his chance. He let his head fall forward, to gather his own strength back, as his heart continued to race.

    The wood had finally claimed him.


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  • Going Once, Twice, Sold

    He had been set up. Justin knew it right after the second bid had been made, but it was too late for him to back out. Worse thing was that everyone in the room knew it too, which perhaps made it worse for him. Chad had been the one to convince him to put himself up for auction at the local GLBT chapter’s main gala. He had assured him he’d be the winner, seeing as how it would be Justin’s money he’d be using.

    Sure as fuck didn’t work out that way. For the entire bidding, he had been sweating bullets, as many of the old queens were bidding for his young body like he was some Stallion. He had seen Chad too, who had opened the bidding at $50 then never made another move to up the ante, or take his prize.

    You would think that after six months together, he’d show some compassion, but then that was Chad. Nothing but a self centered bitch, and to dump him so publicly, was not only tasteless, but cruel too. Thank God for Taylor, who had come to his rescue, outbidding two old queens for the rights to Justin for a weekend.

    The very night he had first walked into the bar, had attended his first meeting, he had been popular. He was your typical twink, even now at the ripe old age of 24, he still had the looks of an eighteen year old. His long blond hair fit his firm but thin face. Long eyelashes could melt most anyone’s resolve, along with his patented ‘who me’ look.

    He kept in shape too, but not like some of the older guys. Justin was just naturally fit. He would run in the park, jog to work but no fancy treadmill for him. His was a natural look, gained by endless hours on the beach when the sun was out, swimming when it was warm enough, and just being a teenager long past his teen years. Justin still walked to work.

    His body was the envy of many of the guys he met, which was why he could go out drinking and not bother to take more than cab fare with him. The older crowd seemed to love buying his drinks, even though they learned early on that he wasn’t an easy prey. He had a natural way though, that let most of them down without pissing them off. Justin was particular on who he slept with, which made the betrayal by Chad even more devastating to him.

    Chad had gotten inside his armour. He was tall, an inch or so taller than Justin, and had black hair, with the sexiest brown eyes Justin had ever come across. His face was a bit puffy, the bags under the eyes a sign of his partying ways, even at his young age of 25. Still, he was in good shape, and that first night of sex had been awesome.

    Justin had known a few guys, but none could compare with Chad when it came to bed prowess. Chad had an above average cock. It was thicker than most, but had a small bend in it, just behind the head. It was uncut as well, which made it even more exciting. His balls were perfect for the size of his cock, and the way they would dangle underneath, bounce when he was striding across the room, was a total turn on.

    In many ways he was an animal too. When he wanted it, he didn’t mince words, or actions either. He was a bit rough looking, scars on his face from a bad bout of acne as a kid, a piercing look that could make you tremble with fear even. It was all part of his mystique, because at times he could be the most romantic person alive. He could show up with flowers one night, then a scowl another.

    There were times when he would be so affectionate, that it would make your heart pound for hours afterwards. Then there were his black moods, when he simply took what he wanted. He would walk in, toss his jacket off and before you could finish saying ‘hello’ you were flat on your stomach, your pants down at your ankles, and his hard dick driving deep into your ass. No kissing, nothing, just hard ass pounding, that left you breathless.

    It was all that uncertainty that made it all fun. You just never knew what he would come up with. Yet while he had pushed Justin to be in the auction, he had also promised to be the buyer, no matter the price. He had sealed the deal by flashing a wad of bills, and saying that with what he had, and what Justin had, they could not only insure he would be the buyer, but that the charity would get a handsome sum, just for him strutting on the stage for a few minutes.

    He had fallen for it, hook line and sinker, and all the sex, all those times when he had let Chad have him, all went out the window in one night. It had started off good, with Chad coming home early, taking him hard too. Justin couldn’t help but feel the ache in his ass, as he thought about how Chad could make him cum, without even touching him.

    The way he could walk in, cock his head as he would look at him, smile a sort of evil grin, and then in a seeming mood of complete lust, how he’d push him backwards, towards the bed. How he would rip his shirt off, literally. Buttons would fly all over the hardwood floors of Justin’s studio apartment. They would make a clattering sound that would make Chad’s nostrils flare, as his eyes would glare at him.

    Justin would feel his heart pounding as he would stumble backwards, until hitting the edge of the bed. He’d feel his own shirt tugged at, forced open and his pants would already be undone by the time the back of his legs touched the bed.

    They would have kissed once or twice by then. Chad would even bit his lower lip, sometimes drawing blood, as he did that afternoon. It hurt, but it was part of Chad’s caveman routine. It was a turn on, at the moment. Afterwards, there were times when Justin felt like it was just over the top too much. Still, he had never said a word about that to Chad.

    He should have known that something was up. Normally when they got to the bed, Chad would flip him around, and pull his pants and underwear down to the ankles, then push him on the small of his back, to make him fall forward onto the bed. His body would bounce but before he could bounce a second time, Chad would be on top of him, his cock already stiff and rubbing his ass. He would feel him reaching towards the night stand, the bowl of condoms that rested there.

    Then he would rip a package open, and lift himself up, still pinning Justin down with his body. He’d hear him grunt, as he would suit up, then before he could take another breathe, he would feel the head of the cock wedge into his rectum. Chad would press it, his knuckles and hand holding his hard cock, spreading his cheeks. Then it would be in, no waiting. Chad would just push, and he would always cry out, as the huge cock split him open, driving deep into his body.

    This last time, instead of turning him around, he had just planted his hand on Justin’s chest & pushed. He had fell backwards, and as he hit the bed, and began to bounce up, Chad was on top of him. His muscular body forced him back into the bed, and he could feel Chad’s hot breathe against his face. He had looked up, to see the lust glaring in his dark eyes, a lock of his hair over one eye.

    His own eyes had been wide open, when he saw the head come down, and felt the hard press of his mouth on his. He could feel the tongue lick across his lips, then the teeth that dug into his lower lip. It didn’t bite into the flesh to break it, but it hurt none the less.

    Then Chad was suddenly standing back up, stripping his clothes off and just throwing them aside, as if they were garbage. He stood totally naked, his one hand stroking his cock as he stared down at Justin. The eyes seemed to be smoking, and his face was set in that hard look, that made Justin quiver with desire.

    He slowly climbed back on to the bed, straddling Justin’s body. As he leaned over him, his hard cock was swiped across his face, his lips. He tasted the pre cum and looked up to see Chad give him that evil little grin. He began to smile back, when Chad shoved his hard cock into his mouth. He nearly gagged and threw up, as it was pushing in so hard, so deep. His throat closed briefly, but it didn’t stop Chad from pushing inwards.

    Justin heard the harsh voice commanding him to suck the cock, which was something unusual. Chad rarely spoke in their sex escapades, yet here he was almost yelling at him to suck his cock. His hand had grabbed some of his hair, and he was pulling back on it, trying to make Justin’s throat open wider.

    Slowly he managed to get it relaxed enough to stop the gagging feeling. He could smell that man scent, mixed with the body wash soap. It always made him crazy, and it was working now. His nostrils flared, he sucked in more air, as he reached up with his hands, to hold Chad’s hips. He let him fuck his mouth, the sensation making him moan with pleasure. His chest hurt, from Chad’s weight, and from lack of air too.

    His jaw ached, and his own body was quivering with anticipation as he sucked on Chad’s throbbing cock. His eyes were staring, watching as Chad would thrust his body forward, driving his cock deeper. It hurt, but at the same time was exciting. Sweat was beading up on his forehead, when Chad suddenly pulled back, taking his wet cock out of his mouth.

    He reached over, grabbing a condom package, ripping it open with his teeth while glaring down at Justin. His face had a strange sheen to it, a glow that he hadn’t seen before. The eyes were darker than normal, as Chad lifted himself up, and unrolled the condom down on his pole. Once he was satisfied it was on good enough, he leaned back towards Justin, his cock in his hand.

    Chad slapped his cheeks with his hard cock, his eyes flaring with each slap on his face. He rubbed the condom covered cock over his lips. He slid down his body, and as he positioned himself between Justin’s legs.

    ‘Lift ’em up Bitch’ he had commanded, and he pushed the legs upwards, back towards Justin. He had reached out, to grab hold of his legs, as he felt Chad tower over him. His body was leaning forward, and he felt the hot breath as he looked up into Chad’s face. There was a look of anger, that made him shake a little. He hadn’t seen that look before, as he felt Chad suddenly stick two of his fingers into his ass. He cried out, as he didn’t even bother to moisten them. He just shoved them into his hole, digging in hard, then twisting them around. It made him cry out several times, and then as they were pulled out, he felt Chad’s cock push in between his cheeks. He looked over at Chad, saw the same look, as suddenly he felt like he was on fire.

    Chad penetrated him hard, driving his cock straight in once it was touching his hole. He felt like his body would be split in two by the force of the penetration, and the thickness of the cock, as he drove it in.

    He was acting like a man possessed. The way he would drive his cock into him, the way he would twist and turn as he pounded him. Every other time he would slap his upraised ass cheeks hard, with the palm of his hand. Justin would feel himself shudder with each whack on his cheeks. He would feel the cock lurch in a bit further, and there were moments when he was certain it would poke up into his throat, the way Chad’s body would grind into his.

    It was never ending, or so it seemed. He was biting his lip, as the pounding only got harder with each thrust. Justin had felt the pubic hairs, felt his balls as they slapped up into him, as if Chad was trying to drive them into him as well as his throbbing cock. His whole body was shaking, and dripping from rivers of sweat that dripped all across him.

    He could feel his stomach crunched up, feel the pounding cock drive in and twist. It was making him twist and squirm which only seemed to make Chad go faster. His body was a blur the few times he managed to open his eyes, and it was totally unreal as he heard the grunts echo over the thundering of his own heart. His body was convulsing when Chad screamed.

    Suddenly he felt the cock pull out, heard the ripping sound of plastic, then as he opened up to watch, he felt the first stabbing splash of hot cum across his chin and upper chest. His eyes bulged open as he saw Chad holding his throbbing cock, saw the head dart inside the foreskin briefly, then push out, shooting a steady stream of white cum.

    His body trembled as the hot milk flew across and splattered across his rolling muscles. His nerves were tingling, as he watched the cum hit him, then he looked up to see Chad’s constricted face. The eyes shut tights, the brow creased in utter concentration. He could see the nose flaring, breathing hard, the lips held tightly shut, as he unloaded more of his cum onto Justin’s body. The mouth was firmly shut, and his chest was heaving as the last of his cum had dripped out onto Justin’s belly.

    Chad leaned back, totally spent. His eyes were glaring, but still glazed as he sucked wind. Justin watched in awe, as he slowly regained control over his body. It was unreal, and he waited for his turn, but was surprised when Chad got off the bed, and headed to the shower. As he made his way, he stopped half way, turning and telling him he had an appointment to get to, and he’d see him at the auction.

    He should have known then that something was up. Yet he was too exhausted to think, but now, looking back the signs had all been there. Still, in some ways it had worked out. He had been saved by his long time friend, Taylor. They had been friends from before Justin had come out, and they had even fooled around together a few times, though nothing ever serious, until this weekend.

    It was the least he could do, he thought, as how Taylor had managed to outbid the others. It had saved him from a weekend of fending off the advances of the others, so it was natural for him to show his appreciation to Taylor, who really hadn’t objected. It had felt good too, and was totally different than when he had been with Chad.

    Taylor was a romantic, had even arranged for Roses in the cabin, where they were spending the weekend. It was supposed to be him and Chad, but Taylor was perhaps better suited for this type of weekend. He was gentle to begin with, not totally into himself, as Chad was.

    He wanted to please Justin as well, which made for a switch. And better for Justin, Taylor didn’t mind being a bottom, something Chad rarely ever agreed to. Hell, so far in the two nights they had been at the cabin, he had fucked Taylor more times than he had Chad in six months of being together. Oh, he had rolled over quite a few times himself, as Chad called it, but it was never a hard jack hammering that he got from Taylor. He liked to take his time, to make sure Justin was ready for him, which he was thankful of.

    Taylor wasn’t small, in fact he had a cock that was a lot bigger than Chad’s, and yet it never hurt when it went inside of him, it never made him cry out in pure pain. It made him moan his pleasure, whimper at times, but it always felt so good, so filling. It was never like he was going to be split in two, which let him fully enjoy the whole experience. There was no rush, and it was amazing at how long Taylor could keep it hard, driving it in and out of his ass. The way he could speed up at times, then make it go very slow.

    He could feel the vein underneath, the way the blood would push it out, as it rushed through and around Taylor’s cock. It was a sensation he hadn’t been able to enjoy with Chad. Now he could, as he could feel every pulse of Taylor’s heart, from the vein that would slide in and out slowly, letting him feel.

    Justin could still feel it, from earlier in the morning, and as the sun began to shine into the room, he looked over at Taylor. It had been a perfect weekend, and until now he hadn’t even thought about Chad. He turned to sit up, realizing that they had today and tonight left, before having to head back to the city.

    He looked over at the vase, that held the roses he had been greeted with. He smiled at how surprised he had been, when suddenly it hit him. His face grew taut as he stared over at Taylor’s sleeping figure. How the fuck had he arranged for the roses, for the whole thing, if he had only decided to help Justin out when he noticed Chad wasn’t bidding?

    ‘Christ’ he thought, as it hit him. He had been set up, not by Chad, but by Taylor. He reached for his pillow and slammed it over Taylor’s sleeping body, waking his friend up, who quickly moved out of the way of a second pillow slap.

    ‘What the fuck?’

    ‘You Bitch, you set me up. How much did it cost to get Chad to not bid for me?’

    ‘I don’t know what…’

    ‘Like fuck you don’t. I may be blond, but I ain’t stupid. You never liked me being with Chad, so give, how much?’

    ‘Okay, calm down. He never cared for you, and you fucking know it, this was an easy way to safe your stupid romantic ass. Yeah I paid him, okay, but think about it, if he cared, he wouldn’t have taken the offer, would he?’

    Justin stared at his friend, and let the pillow fall back down. Taylor was right, and he knew it, and as he thought more and more about it, he felt his sudden anger fade away.

    ‘I guess, so how much?’

    ‘Got him hooked up with a dude who had a supply of pills, plus a few hundred.’

    ‘How long you known he was doing pills?’

    ‘From the beginning’

    ‘You didn’t say anything’

    ‘You weren’t in any mood to listen’

    ‘No, guess not.’

    Taylor leaned up onto his elbow as he looked at Justin, who stared back. Justin could see the worry in his face, see the concern as he realized that what he had with Chad, was just sex. He knew Taylor was right, that he wouldn’t have listened, just as he knew that Taylor had never warmed to Chad. Now he knew why, and strangely, it felt rather nice. To be thought of that way, to have someone want to protect him like that.

    He looked over at Taylor, saw the worry, but he also saw the love too. Strange, but he could still feel him inside of him, the way his cock had moved in and out, had made him tremble but not from pain, but from utter pleasure. It had been more than just getting off.

    ‘I was going to tell you’

    ‘I know.’

    ‘Are we okay? I mean…’

    ‘Yeah, we are. Uh, you really want this? I am a stubborn bitch at times.’

    ‘Tell me about it, but yeah, I’d like to, if you do?’

    Justin smiled as he grabbed Taylor and pulled him over to rest on top of him. He looked up into his friend’s face, feeling strangely at peace. The humiliation of having Chad not bid on him no longer mattered. He had something else, and for the first time, it felt better than anything he had ever had before. It just felt right as he smiled up at Taylor.

    ‘Only if your promise me, that if you decide to break up, you’ll find a nicer way than not bidding on me at some silly auction.’

    Taylor laughed, and leaned down to kiss him, then he pulled himself up and stared down at Justin. ‘I promise, but bitch, I ain’t ever letting you be auctioned off, you is mine.’


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  • Eight Ball Corner

    The heat was on, yet Kyle felt a chill as he stood aside, his eyes watching the table like a hawk. If Jay made the shot, it was over. He licked his lips, feeling the lower one tremble as he stood there with nothing on but his jockey shorts. Jay on the other hand only had his shirt off, still had his pants and socks on.

    The other guys were all staring at Jay, and then looking over at him. He could feel their eyes on his trembling body as they waited for Jay to make the call, then the shot. He could see Ron rubbing his crotch, and he knew it was no joke, they had been serious, and like a moron he had fallen for it, so they thought.

    As he waited, with the others, he knew that Jay would make the shot. It wasn’t a difficult one, and with it, he would have to either honor the bet, or face the consequences. It hadn’t seemed like a tough call, given his prowess with a pool stick. He had been able to beat them all before, even Jay. Yet as they had racked up the balls this time around, he had sensed a change in the mood.

    When they had all picked Jay to play for them, he knew something was up. It was like somehow he had been set up for this moment. In some ways he was angry that he had fallen for the trick. Obvious now, that they had thrown the other games, dragging him into a false sense of security.

    Looking over at Ron, he knew it had been his idea. He was the brains of the group, the ‘gang of three’, that was the most elite of groups on campus. Ron was the oldest, maybe 21 or 22 at the worst. He was also the Basketball Teams’s leading scorer and was one of the more popular kids on campus. He also had a body that was a killer. The long legs, the muscled torso, that made him a superstar in his sport. The girls all flocked around him, and the others too.

    His transfer to this school was for money. His parents couldn’t afford the private elite Catholic university, and now he was having to adjust all over again. At first he didn’t mind, thinking that he could fit in, given his own prowess at track. He quickly learned that track athletes weren’t on the same social scale as the other sports, like basketball, baseball, and naturally football.

    The ‘gang of three’ were the schools top stars in each of the sports. Jay was the leading hitter and pitcher for the baseball team, Ron for basketball, and as hard as it was to believe, Andy was the football great. Hard to believe, because Andy was the runt of the three. He looked so skinny, until you checked out his thighs and legs. They were built like an elephants legs, which is what made him hard to bring down on the field.

    He was the star running back, despite his short height, and thin frame. Yet while he looked small, his legs had carried him into the end zone more times than any other running back in the schools history.

    Ron had more rebounds and baskets than anyone else, and it was his jumping ability that made him seem unstoppable. Jay was one of those tall lanky types, yet his eye was sharp, for being able to tell what kind of pitch was coming his way. His stance was unorthodox, but it netted him a ton of home runs. He had more RBI’s than anyone on the team, by far. The next two in line still didn’t have as many as he did.

    Now here he was, having been asked to join their little group, to make them the ‘gang of four’ which had been like a life line to his sinking spirits.

    Public University was different, and it was harder than he thought to get accepted, despite his ability to run, hurdle, and leave others behind. Still, he had coped, until Ron had started to seek him out, to chat him up and then gradually draw him into their small elite circle.

    Kyle wasn’t stocky, nor gangly looking. He was full bodied, had good strong legs and arms to match, that didn’t seem overwhelming. His hair was always short cropped, but he had what the Nuns had called an Angelic Face. It was fine featured, with thin lips, a slim streamlined nose, and eyes that always seemed to be darting around, never settling on one focal point.

    He was the quiet type, which hadn’t help him adjust either. Kyle did his work, was a decent enough student though no Rhodes Scholar material. Ron on the other hand was on the Dean’s List, and Jay wasn’t far behind him.

    Jay’s voice was soft and quiet sounding as he called the far corner. Kyle licked his lips, as he heard the stick hit the ball dead centre. His eyes watched in apprehension as the black ball went spinning along the green velvet towards the far corner. It was a straight shot, one he had made himself several times, and he watch as it hit the banks, rattling just for a second, before dropping into the hole.

    The game was over, and Jay was the winner. Looking over, he saw Jay stand up and stare at him. The look in his eyes was strange, but similar to the look in both Ron and Andy’s eyes. They were all looking at him, waiting as he tried to quell the fear inside.

    ‘uh two out of three?’ he asked, wishing he could just run from them, knowing that deep down, he didn’t want to.

    ‘nope’ was all they all said, in unison. Jay had a strange almost evil smirk on his face as he had said it, and Ron seemed to have a worse one. Andy was tight lipped, his eyes staring right at Kyle’s crotch.

    There wasn’t going to be any reprieve. His eyes moved from one to the other, and in his heart he knew it was about to be one of the more interesting nights of his young 21 years of life. His body shook a little, as he wet his lips, then reached down to hand over the last vestment of clothing he wore. He had lost, and as he pushed the jockey shorts down, his cock sprang out.

    He had his head lowered, as he pushed the underwear off, and stepped out of them. As he stood up, to let them gaze at his naked body, he noticed how they all seemed so tense, so interested. It was like they had never seen a cock before, though they were all Jocks, they had to have.

    Hell, no one in the room was a virgin, not even himself. He had found a few willing, even if he was a product of private Catholic Schools all of his life. Course, some of his conquests would shock his parents more than the fact he wasn’t a virgin would shock them. Still, it was strange to be standing there, naked in front of these three.

    ‘Not all that much different to me, is it Ron?’ Jay

    ‘Looks the same to me, what you think Andy? Catholic boys got anything on the rest of us?’ Ron

    ‘Why ask me? Doesn’t look any different’ Andy

    ‘Because you seen more cock this year than most see in their entire lives’ Jay

    ‘Funny, and like you are Mister monogamist or something?’ Andy

    He felt embarrassed, as they talked about his penis. It was both humiliating as well as exciting. He never had anyone comparing him before, though he had always wondered what some though. Still, the notion that these so called new friends, had set him up to make sport of his dick, was a bit painful.

    Jay looked up at him, and he had that grin on his face as he moved from behind the pool table, over to the side. Both Ron and Andy joined him as they all jumped up onto the edge, sitting on the table. Kyle looked at them all, knowing the second part of the wager was now about to be called for. He felt hesitant, thinking that maybe he should just refuse, but as he looked at the three on the table, he knew he wouldn’t.

    The sound of buttons popping made his head jerk upright. He saw them all undoing their pants, then he saw them unzip the pants. Ron got off the table first, pushing his pants down to his ankles, then he hopped up onto the table, his feet dangling below. He had a fully erect cock, that seemed to tower up from a dark bush of hair.

    Andy was next to get off, as he too pushed his pants down to his ankles, then climbed back up onto the table. His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it looked thicker than most Kyle had seen before. He looked over at Jay, who was grinning from ear to ear.

    ‘Looks like our newest member likes what he sees’ Jay

    He felt his face flush, as he realized that his cock was sticking out, hard as a rock. He could feel it, the ache from his balls, as he had been staring at the two cocks that were waiting. His eyes met Jay’s who slowly let himself stand up, and carefully push his own pants down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them. Unlike the others, he wasn’t fully erect, but still the limp cock looked enormous to Kyle. He found himself biting his lower lip as he watched Jay climb back up onto the pool table, his legs spread open.

    Jay had huge balls. Kyle’s eyes opened wider as he stared at the pair as they rested on the pool table ridge. He found himself thinking of sucking them, one by one, then maybe trying to take them both into his mouth. He couldn’t help it, he was turned on by their size, their look.

    ‘Come on, as the winner, I am first up.’ Jay

    ‘That’s only because you can’t hold it back’ Andy

    ‘And like you can? Come on Kyle, you start with Jay there, or you going to back out?’ Ron

    He moved forward, slowly until he was in front of all three young men. His body was trembling as he stared at the three, and then he tried once more, to avoid settling his wager.

    ‘You guys really serious?’

    ‘No, we are sitting here with our cocks waving in the air, to tease you. Fucking rights we are serious, you made the bet, now it’s time to pay up.’ Andy

    ‘Go easy Andy, he’s new, maybe he doesn’t want to fit in, or maybe he just isn’t used to seeing real cock. That it?’ Jay

    ‘No, I just don’t uh, I mean, I just didn’t think you were gay, that is all’ Kyle

    ‘Does that bother you? After all, you are too.’ Jay

    ‘Doesn’t matter if he is or not, he made the bet.’ Andy

    It wasn’t a put on, he could see the desire reflected in Ron’s face, the same look he was getting from Andy as well. They were serious, and he had made the deal. He never thought he’d have to pay off, but he had been suckered. Still, the idea of sucking them off, of having their cocks in his mouth was inviting. It was why he had agreed to the strange wager, even though he believed he would win.

    His own body was eager, he could tell. He moved forward, looking first at Ron, then at Andy, finally up at Jay’s face. Kyle could see his growing anticipation, as he placed his two hands on Jay’s thighs. It was like touching a hot stove, the heat radiating from the thighs into his own body, making him tremble even a bit more.

    He looked up at Jay, saw him watching, saw him lick his own lips as he waited. Then he saw him reach down, grab hold of his cock, and swing it across Kyle’s lips, his eyes seemed filled with laughter as he rubbed the long soft cock across his mouth.

    ‘come on, take it’ Jay

    He reached out with one hand, to take the offered cock and he held it at the base, as he lowered his head. He could feel it, smell the aroma from between Jay’s legs, as he opened his mouth. His eyes kept their focus on Jay’s face, as he let his lips touch the head. He felt a sort of exhilaration inside, as he tasted the flesh. It had a bit of a salty taste to it, as he let his lips wrap around the head, then slowly he began to move his head further down Jay’s limp cock.

    Kyle felt the pole shudder a little, saw a flicker in Jay’s eyes, as he moved his head down the pole. He kept his lips pressed hard, as his nose pushed past the belly, and dug into the soft pubic region. He could feel the tremors, as he began to pull up, moving faster now, his own eyes flickering, as he sucked on Jay’s cock. There was a strange sensation being transmitted to his mind, as he felt the blood rushing through the veins around the cock. His lips felt the rush, felt the thickening of the flesh as he sucked on the pole, gradually feeling it stiffen. His tongue licked at the head, just under it. He saw Jay slowly losing his focus, as his eyes became glazed over. They were dull looking, and the face became constricted as his tongue licked at the now hardening cock.

    It was like being a porn movie or something. Three hot studs, waiting for him to suck their cocks. Yet as he bopped his head up and down Jay’s now fully erect cock, he felt disconnected from it all. He could see out of the corner of his eyes, the glassy looks coming over both Ron and Andy’s faces. He could feel them watching his head bop. Each movement down, seemed to get them excited, and he knew Andy was stroking his own cock, in time with his head going up and down on Jay’s pole.

    He felt himself getting more turned on, than he had ever been. His mind was struggling to keep him focused, his eyes starting to flicker as he felt the cock growing, felt the head begin to ooze a little. The taste of Jay’s precum making him gurgle a little. Jay was moaning now, as he licked his whole cock, then flicked his tongue at the huge dangling balls. Jay moaned louder, and Kyle noticed Ron turn his head to stare at the baseball player.

    Kyle couldn’t help himself, but his own cock was hurting too much for him to ignore it. He reached down to grab it, to start to stroke it as he continued to suck on Jay’s. He could hear his heart beating wildly inside his chest. Felt the pressure too, as he struggled to breath, yet all he could think of, was how good the cock tasted inside his mouth. The press of the head deep down into his throat, the thick pole that pressed his tongue flat and the ache in his jaw from being open so wide didn’t matter. It was all good, he thought, as he began to suck in earnest.

    His mouth would occasionally let the cock slip out, and his hand would quickly grasp the hard pole, stroke it quick and firmly for two or maybe three pulls, while he sucked in air. Then he would lower his head again, and each time he did, Jay would groan. His body was trembling, that only added to the whole unreal feeling that kept him mesmerized.

    At times he could see Jay’s face, see his head tilt back as he twisted his head around the throbbing pole, or as he pulled back, sucking hard so that the flesh would crawl up the cock. His whole focus was on making Jay enjoy it, he wanted it more than anything else, which surprised him, as sucked. He ignored everyone else, despite their hard groans. He knew Andy was close, but he didn’t care as he sucked on Jay, who seemed a way’s off yet.

    The sound of Andy’s panting breath made him pull up, his hand working on Jay’s cock. The deal was clear, and yet it didn’t matter. He leaned over, took Andy’s cock in his free hand, and pointed it towards him. Leaning over, he took the hard cock into his mouth, felt Andy stiffen, felt his legs tighten under his elbow, and he knew it was the right move. Andy’s cries were loud, and he could feel Jay looking over at Andy, then down at him. He could feel Ron’s eyes bulging open as he sucked on Andy’s cock. He could hear his own slurping sounds, when Andy’s voice yelled out, his words jumbled together.

    Kyle didn’t need to know what he said, as he could feel the cock in his mouth rearing back, feel the head suddenly bulge, then the stream of cum came shooting out splattering against the back of his throat. He gagged for a second, then swallowed quickly as more of Andy’s cum shot into his mouth.

    His throat took it all, trembled just a little, and some of Andy’s milk dribbled out from the corner’s of Kyle’s lips. He didn’t care, as he sucked hard, draining Andy’s jerking cock.

    Andy’s breathing was hard and ragged, as he leaned back onto his arms, his legs still quivering from his ejaculation. Kyle sucked the last of his cum, then lifted his head up and off. His hand still stroked Andy’s pole as he looked up at him. His other hand still slowly pulling on Jay’s pole, as he moved away from Andy, to stare up at Jay.

    He saw his eyes open wide, as he lowered his head. Just as he had done at the beginning, he kept his eyes on Jay’s face. Saw his face constrict, as he felt his lips around the cock, then the surprise in his face, as he realized Kyle hadn’t swallowed all of Andy’s cum. He could feel it cover his own cock, and his body shuddered to the realization. Kyle used Andy’s cum to coat Jay’s throbbing cock. He felt it shake, felt it thicken as the blood suddenly was racing through it.

    Kyle could feel Jay’s thighs stiffen, and he knew it was time. He pushed his face all the way down, gagging a little on the long cock, as the head was pushed down into his throat. His nose dug into the soft belly, slipping off to one side, to bury itself into the shaking fleshy part of Jay’s inner thigh. He heard him cry, heard him whimper and then felt his whole body suddenly arch upwards.

    It drove his cock further into Kyle’s mouth, and as it did, he could feel the balls underneath explode. It was like a dam bursting, as the cum came shooting out, and he gagged. His mouth was suddenly flooded with cum, tastier than Andy’s but so much of it, that he had trouble swallowing it all. His eyes flickered open, to see Jay’s sweat soaked face constricted, his mouth wide open as he yelled out. His body was trembling, as he kept his hands underneath, holding his cheeks, keeping him impaled in his mouth.

    As Jay shot his second load of cum, he slowly began to let his body down. His teeth raked the cock as it slowly came free, his cum filling his throat and stomach. He swallowed constantly, taking every drop he could, as he let Jay’s cock finally slide all the way out. He stared up at Jay, then down at the cock, and he kissed the head, then licked around the head, under the cap. He felt the shiver go all the way through Jay’s body, and saw him lean all the way back onto the table. His chest was heaving as he lay there.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the wild look in Ron’s face. He smiled as he looked over, then he stood up while reaching over with his hand. He took Ron’s throbbing pole between his fingers, stroking it hard as he moved in between the outstretched legs. He looked up at Ron, saw the glazed look, as he reached down with his other hand, to cup Ron’s balls. He prodded them and then bent his head down, and sucked each one, pulling on the testicles, licking the stretched sac. Ron moaned, then groaned, then cried out ‘oh shit’ as he sucked them both at once.

    He released them, then began to lick at the underside of the cock, moving his head to one side. Ron reached out, and grabbed his cock, pushing it towards Kyle, and moaning. Kyle took the cock, and as soon as it was between his lips, he felt it jerk, felt his tremble as the head grew.

    Quickly he tried to stuff the cock into his mouth, but he couldn’t manage in time, as cum came flying out, just as the head pushed past his lips. He felt the stinging blow of the first stream and gagged. It had taken him by surprise, and he could feel the hot milk pouring from around his lips.

    It was quick, and short too. The cock shuddered once or twice more, before suddenly becoming lifeless in his mouth. He licked at it, feeling Ron shiver, feeling his body shudder as he let the head slip back out of his mouth. He felt totally exhausted, as he stepped back from the three young men. There was a chair to one side, a nice arm chair, that he fell back into. His legs were spread open, his chest heaved as he stared at the three puffing men on the pool table.

    He had a small smile on his lips, as he stared over at the ‘gang of three’ and he knew it was now the ‘gang of four’, if they kept their word. Somehow he knew they would, and maybe sometime later on, he’d let them in on his own secret. That he was a ranked pool player in the Under 25 category, nationally.


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  • First Big Date

    I was sitting on the outer deck reading when Jason came by after football practice to cut the grass. He gave me a little salute and a smile as he came up on the deck with his gym bag.

    ‘You wanta do it now, or later, after you cut the grass?’ I asked.

    ‘Later. You like me all sweaty,’ he said. ‘I didn’t shower after practice; cutting the grass will add a new layer of fresh sweat.’

    ‘Good.’

    ‘I wore your favorite jockstrap, too,’ he said.

    ‘That’s great.’

    ‘I’m going in and change,’ he said.

    He went inside the sundeck to change into his work clothes, which consisted of sneakers and a pair of old green gym shorts that he’d outgrown in his freshman year. I caught my breath when he came out. No matter how many times I saw him like that, he took my breath away. He gave his shorts a hitch and skipped down the steps and walked to the garage to get the mower.

    Into Puberty

    I had watched Jason grow up in the last eight years from a ten-year-old boy-stud to an eighteen-year-old man-stud. I moved into the neighborhood as a young widower of twenty-four. Jason moved in across and down the street a year later, when he was ten. Even at that tender age he had the markings of a young stud, like a young colt has the markings of a stallion; the way his tight little butt sort of twisted when he walked, and his wide shoulders and deep chest to match his thick thighs. He was a boy but he already had the air of a man. I watched him walk past my house to and from school and each year he filled out more. At twelve, his youthful looks were the only thing that showed his age; his body was already beginning to belie his age. He was around thirteen when he showed up at my door with his lawn mower asking to cut my grass. He looked so damned cute standing there in a pair of middle-school gym shorts and a tank top, already muscular and nicely tanned. I hired him on the spot, but told him next time he could use my mower. He did a good job. He took pride in his work, especially for a boy that age, and I hired him to cut the grass on a regular basis and to help me do other work around the place. I loved having him around.

    The following summer he cut the grass and trimmed up the yard before going on vacation. I gave him a bonus to spend. When he came back from vacation two weeks later he came around to let me know he was home. I was in the back yard digging out some old shrubs that never did take hold.

    ‘Need any help?’

    I turned around to see who was talking to me. It was Jason but it wasn’t Jason’s voice. His voice had changed!

    ‘Whoa! What’s this?’ I asked. ‘When did that happen?’

    ‘It just happened,’ he said with an embarrassed shrug.

    ‘I think he was a little surprised, but pleased to hear me talking so openly about his budding manhood. There probably wasn’t anyone else who paid any attention, openly.

    At Fifteen

    In his fifteenth year he had a spurt of growth that shot him up about seven inches that slimmed him down for a short time. But he began to fill out again almost immediately. I enjoyed his company and he was a great help but I began to think it wasn’t a good idea having him around. He was gradually getting harder and harder to resist but I didn’t have the nerve to cut him back on the work he was doing. He wanted to earn the money, and I was a total wimp.

    At Sixteen

    For his sixteenth birthday his father got him a set of weights and a workout bench. He took to lifting weights like a duck to water. He was proud of his accomplishments and liked to share them with me. In the summer he set up a workout area outside and I could sit on my deck and watch his hard, rippling young muscles. I saw him sitting on his bench one time flipping through a magazine. I surmised it was a Playboy or something and wandered over to talk to him. He made no attempt to hide it when he saw me. It was a muscle magazine.

    ‘Man, I would love to be built like some of these guys,’ he said.

    ‘No, you don’t want to look that freaky,’ I said.

    ‘No, these guys,’ he said, flipping back to a spread where two military guys were working out together.

    ‘Yes, those guys are built,’ I remarked.

    ‘I wish I could afford some of these bodybuilding supplements they’re advertising,’ he said.

    ‘Do you want me to pay you in supplements instead of cash?’ I asked

    ‘Hey, that would be great!’

    So I began buying bodybuilding supplements as payment for the work he did for me. He was so happy and I was so pleased when he told me that he had gained seven pounds, and showed me how his veins were beginning to show.

    ‘Look at this vein popping out,’ he said as he proudly displayed the bluish vein that ran across his hard bicep. ‘And here,’ he said, pointing to a vein in his thickening neck. ‘And look at this,’ he added excitedly. I had to stifle a gasp as he cocked one leg out to show me the vein that ran along the inside of his thigh, up into his shorts and his jockstrap.

    At Seventeen

    By the time he was a junior, at seventeen, he had made the football team.

    He invited me to come to his games, which I did, cheering him on as loudly as his own father. His muscularity was more and more obvious, the way he filled out his shirts, and his thighs bulged inside his pants.

    At Eighteen

    It happened right after he turned eighteen. I had been invited to his birthday party. Needless to say, he wasn’t the average eighteen-year-old. He skipped right over the awkward stage of being a gangly teenager. He was a gifted athlete, on the varsity football team and on the wrestling team. His face was smooth as a baby’s butt, without blemish and he had a body that grown men would die for. He took great pride in his body. The grass had gotten too tall and he had to rake the yard after he cut it. He was hurrying because there was a dance he was going to and he was taking a girl he had been wanting to date for a long time; his first real date. He was disappointed that his parents were out of town, but he was using my car. He was so grateful that I offered it to him. He rushed home to shower after he was finished with the yard and he came back carrying his necktie.

    ‘Can you tie this for me? My mom or dad usually does it.’

    ‘I’ll teach you to tie it,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t have time to learn to tie a tie right now,’ he said.

    I looked at my watch. ‘You’re not picking her up for an hour,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah… okay… I guess I’m a little jittery.’

    ‘Calm down. She’s just as jittery as you are,’ I said as I stepped around behind him and maneuvered him toward the mirror and put the tie around his neck. I tied it a couple of times then walked him through it. He tried, awkwardly, and ended up with a horrible looking knot.

    ‘That looks like shit,’ he said.

    ‘So untie it and do it again,’ I said.

    Standing so close to him with my arms around him much of the time made me heady. He smelled so damned good and I was brushing against his backside and he didn’t move away when I brushed against his butt. Damn, his ass felt like solid rock, as did his shoulders and his arms. We did it a half dozen times before he produced a suitable knot. He started to untie it but I stopped him as I stepped around in front of him.

    ‘Hey, that knot’s fine,’ I said.

    ‘You think so?’

    I tightened and adjusted the knot and ran my hand down the tie, over his chest and punched him in the stomach. He was solid as hell.

    ‘You look like a stud,’ I said.

    He smiled with embarrassed pride and gave his pants a hitch higher on his lean hips.

    ‘I want to thank you for everything,’ he said.

    ‘Have fun,’ I told him. ‘Just be careful.’

    ‘I guarantee, I’ll bring your car back without a scratch.’

    ‘I was talking about you, not the car,’ I said.

    ‘Do you want it home by any certain time?’ he asked.

    ‘What’s your curfew?’

    ‘I don’t have one,’ he said.

    ‘Well, set one so I know when to start worrying,’ I said.

    ‘Two o’clock?’

    I frowned. ‘Will be get in trouble if your parents know I said yes to a two o’clock curfew?’

    ‘Okay, one. One-thirty. Do you want me to put the car in the garage and leave the keys in it so I don’t have to wake you up?’

    ‘No, just park in the drive. I want you to come up and wake me up and let me know you’re home safe and sound. What time will your folks be home?’

    ‘Probably before me,’ he said.

    I swelled with pride as he I watched him walk to the car, as if he were my own son. God, that girl was lucky. I wondered if I should have mentioned how he should act on his date; I was sure he knew about sex, but it seemed I should have said something, maybe even offered him a condom. But I wasn’t his dad.

    It was odd that I couldn’t get to sleep from thinking about him. It wasn’t my car I was worried about, but him. Dumb, dumb; it wasn’t the first time he’d gone out on a date, but this was a real date, a single date, and this time he had left from my house and would be returning to my house.

    I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang about midnight. What’s happened, I wondered, with a feeling of panic. It was his mother.

    ‘Ben, this is Elaine.’

    ‘Is something wrong?’ I asked.

    ‘No, not really. Is Jason back from his date yet?’

    ‘No, he set himself a curfew of two o’clock but backed it off to one or one-thirty.’

    ‘That little shit. He knows his curfew is twelve-thirty.’

    ‘Well, I can’t start worrying till one-thirty,’ I said.

    ‘We’re not going to make it back tonight, Ben. Would you tell Jason when he gets in, and I was wondering if you could sort of look in on him.’

    ‘Oh sure, no problem. He’ll be fine.’

    ‘It’s so good of you to be there for him, and offer your car for his date,’ she said.

    ‘He also knows how to tie a tie,’ I said.

    ‘Wonderful! His father will be glad to hear that.’

    Jason drove in with a couple of minutes to spare. I was still awake. He came in quietly and I heard him coming up the stairs. He poked his head into my bedroom.

    ‘Ben?’ he said softly.

    ‘Yeah, I’m awake. Come on in,’ I said.

    He tiptoed in as if he were going to wake me, and stood beside the bed.

    ‘Your keys are on the table downstairs,’ he said. ‘No scratches.’

    ‘How was your date?’

    ‘Great.’

    ‘I won’t ask how great,’ I said.

    He laughed.

    ‘Look, Jason, your mom called and they won’t be home till late tomorrow night. So why don’t you spend the night here.’ It was concern for the boy’s welfare that made me suggest it; honest to God. But when the words came out I realized what I had said.

    ‘That’s okay, I’ll be okay,’ he said.

    ‘I think they would feel better if you slept here. I know I would,’ I said.

    ‘Well… if it’s not an imposition.’

    ‘You can have the next bedroom, right through that door,’ I said, pointing to the open door that adjoined the two rooms.

    ‘Adjoining rooms, just like a hotel,’ he said.

    ‘Yes, many of these older homes have them. It was so parents could be close to their young children.’

    He went into the room and paused, looking for the door. ‘There’s no door?’

    ‘No, there wasn’t one there when I moved in and I never found any reason to put one up,’ I said.

    He didn’t sound like it bothered him; he was just surprised. He shrugged and went over and turned on the lamp. He was in and out of my line of vision as he took off his tux and hung it on the back of the closet door. He charged my heart when he stepped in the doorway wearing only his shorts. Very brief briefs.

    ‘Hey, Ben, thanks again for the use of your car. I had a great time.’

    ‘You’re welcome.’

    ‘Oh, and for showing me how to tie a tie,’ he added with a grin.

    ‘Your mom said your dad would be glad to hear that.’

    ‘Hey, is it okay if I sleep naked? I do at home,’ he said.

    ‘Sleep any way you want. Sleep naked standing on your head if you want to,’ I said.

    ‘Thanks,’ he said, laughing.

    I didn’t know if it was just a fluke that he took off his shorts then turned off the light, or if it was intentional that he torture me, but I got a nice glimpse of him totally naked, although it was a side then a back view. Not to complain; he had an awesome backside.

    The light was out and there was quiet. The moon shone through his window, casting his room in a soft light. I reminded myself to rearrange the bedrooms, so the view was direct from one bed to the other, in case it happened again that he would be my overnight guest. All I could see was the lower half of his bed but he didn’t have the sheet on. My mind was racing; I was almost in a panic. I didn’t know what to do. I knew one thing; I had this young god under my roof for the rest of the night and it sickened me that the opportunity might pass without incident. It should, I knew, but I couldn’t let that happen. Sex had long since become a matter of routine for me. Spot the guy, a few minutes of preening, the looks, then the move if the guy was interested. It was a mutual thing that served the purpose well. This was different. I wasn’t used to the stress and mental gymnastics of putting the move on a boy barely eighteen years old. Hell, just a few days ago, he was seventeen. I was going down a rocky road of uncertainty. Even danger if his parents found out. I went over a hundred scenarios in my mind, most of them fantasies of the boy coming into my room with a big hardon and asking me to take care of it for him. It would be better if I closed my eyes and went to sleep and simply dreamed the fantasy. But not as rewarding, and the morning would be met with serious regret over an opportunity wasted. I couldn’t think of any way under the sun or moon to make the move. I didn’t know what to say… there was nothing to say; hell he was probably asleep. But this young, teenage muscle-god was lying in the next room naked and asleep or awake, I had to do something.

    The matter took care of itself, as if it had been scripted. I was barely dozing off, and fighting it; I didn’t want to waste time sleeping when I needed to be thinking of some way to bring my fantasies to life. The adjoining room had been a nursery, and the only door was the one that led into my room, so Jason had to go through my room to get to the bathroom. Fortunately, he’d had enough to drink that he had to get up and go. I saw his silhouette fill the doorway as he came into my room. Passing close by my bed, his silhouette took on flesh and the muscled curves of his body, including his cock that swung out in front of him at an awesome size. Then his butt and broad shoulders as he walked out of my room into the hallway. My heart was racing. When he came back would be my chance; perhaps my only opportunity for untold happiness. I still couldn’t think of what to do or say to him but I was calmly confident that it would come at the right moment. I heard the toilette flush and prepared myself. Braced myself, actually. When he came back into my room I squirmed and raised up as if I was just coming awake.

    ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,’ he said quietly.

    ‘It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping too soundly,’ I said.

    ‘Me either,’ he said.

    ‘Isn’t the bed comfortable? I haven’t slept in it for a long time.’

    ‘Oh, yes, the bed’s fine. I’ve just been lying in there, thinking… .’

    ‘About your date?’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘I’m glad you had a good time.’

    ‘I had a great time but I took her home not knowing for sure how she feels about me. Whether she likes me or Brady Colson.’

    I knew of Brady Colson from the sports pages. He was a big, handsome stud who looked more like a college athlete than high school. He had black hair and snappy black eyes and an easy smile that he flashed for the cameras. And there was the black hair that always showed over the neck of his shirt that made him look so much more mature than his teammates.

    ‘Well, you’ve got some competition there,’ I said.

    ‘One thing, she doesn’t like hairy guys,’ he went on. ‘And Brady is hairy. He’s more hairy than most men. But he’s got everything else going for him.’

    ‘Hey, you’re not too shabby yourself,’ I said.

    ‘Actually, there’s one thing I’ve got over Brady; or at least I think I do. But it’s not something you can tell a girl.’

    ‘What’s that?’

    ‘Brady’s hung like a little boy.’

    ‘Well, you’ve certainly got that going for you,’ I said.

    ‘He’s got such a bush of hair, you can barely see his cock in the showers. Of course I don’t know what he’s got hard. But he’s got girls lining up. I think he screws a different girl every night.’

    ‘It’s the jock thing,’ I said. ‘And he’s a good looking guy. But so are you. And if he’s screwing a different girl every night, maybe that’s telling you something, if they don’t go back for seconds.’

    ‘I never thought of that. If I could just get the word out that I’ve got more to offer in the screwing department… not bragging, but it looks like I’m the best hung guy in the locker room.’

    ‘Its not bragging if its fact,’ I said as I moved over on the bed for him to sit down. He did, without hesitation. ‘Sometimes the best way to get your message across is to show them.’

    ‘Yeah, I was going to do that tonight. I even took a couple of my dad’s condoms.’

    ‘I wondered about that,’ I said thoughtfully. ‘After you left I thought I should have offered you some of mine, just to be on the safe side.’

    ‘But it never got that far,’ he went on. ‘Not that she fought me off; I just didn’t have the nerve to follow through.’

    ‘That’ll come,’ I said.

    ‘Aw, I shouldn’t be bothering you with my problems anyway; it’s after two in the morning.’

    ‘I’ve got all night,’ I said.

    ‘I usually go in and talk to my mom and dad about my dates when I report in.’

    ‘Surely not the way you’re talking to me,’ I said, laughing.

    ‘Oh, hell no. I couldn’t talk to them about shit like that. Geezuss, my mom would shit if she knew I took dad’s condoms; even that I know where he keeps them.’

    ‘Your mom? What about your dad?’

    ‘I don’t think he would care. But there’s still a limit to what I can talk to him about before he would have to turn into my dad.’

    ‘Well, I’m not your dad, and I’m here anytime you want to talk, about anything,’ I said. It felt perfectly natural to reach out and put my hand on his bare leg. He flinched but didn’t move away or pull his leg away.

    ‘My dad says that all the time, but he must know it’s not true. There are some things you just don’t talk to your parents about.’

    ‘Well, its true with me,’ I said, squeezing his leg. ‘And if you don’t want to borrow your dad’s condoms, I’ve got a supply right over there in my top dresser drawer. Help yourself anytime.’

    ‘Thanks. Maybe I will.’ He laughed. ‘Not that I need my own supply of condoms,’ he scoffed.

    ‘You will,’ I assured him. ‘And it won’t be all that long. I’ll bet.’ I should have patted his leg and removed my hand and sent him back to his bed but it didn’t happen that way. I rubbed his leg instead, and didn’t remove my hand but he moved his leg away. He put his hand down between his legs to shove his cock down where I thought it had begun to rise up.

    ‘I should have taken a cold shower while I was in the bathroom,’ he said.

    ‘That never worked with me,’ I said.

    ‘It doesn’t work with me, either,’ he said.

    ‘So, what do you do about it?’ I asked. It was coming so easy!

    ‘What do you think?’

    ‘Probably the same thing I do,’ I said.

    ‘No shit! You still… jack off?’

    ‘Everybody jacks off,’ I said. ‘Don’t let anybody tell you any different.’

    ‘I’ve often wondered if my dad ever jacks off.’

    ‘I’m sure he does. Being married doesn’t mean you stop jacking off. Sometimes a guy needs the feel of his own hand, if for no other reason, than to remember how it used to feel when he was a kid.’

    Jason laughed. ‘Shit, I could just imagine me sitting on my dad’s bed talking to him about this!’

    ‘He might surprise you. He would probably listen. Don’t underestimate your dad.’

    ‘Well, I guess I might as well go take care of this,’ he said jokingly. His leg muscles tensed to get up but I squeezed his thigh and he relaxed it. I pulled a small hand towel from under my pillow and handed it to him. He took it, rather gingerly, a frowning smile on his face.

    ‘I always keep a come towel under my pillow,’ I said.

    ‘No, shit! You do? I mean… you really do jack off?’

    ‘Sure. It’s not something you have to make a big deal of,’ I said.

    He laid the towel over his cock, as if to hide it.

    ‘Its gong to take more than a hand towel to hide that thing,’ I chided him. ‘That’ll require a bath towel.’

    He laughed; a prideful laugh. When he started to get up again, I squeezed his thigh.

    ‘You don’t have to go back in there to take care of it, Jason. You can stretch out right here if you want to,’ I said. He seemed embarrassed at the idea and I heard him swallow, a hard gulp.

    ‘You wanta watch?’ he asked.

    ‘Sure.’ I moved over to make room for him beside me. He stood and put his knee in the edge of the mattress.

    ‘Geezusss!’ I gasped when I saw his cock in all its hard, throbbing glory. He laughed and lay down beside me with the towel draped over his thigh and wrapped his hand around his cock. I noticed his fingers didn’t reach all the way around.

    ‘Damn! Maybe I shouldn’t have bought you so many supplements,’ I said.

    He laughed. ‘Hey, do you wanta… do it together?’ he asked, his voice hoarse and husky.

    ‘Sure.’ I cocked my right knee up and reached down for my own cock.

    We lay there in a state of embarrassed silence, moving our hands up and down our stiff cocks. It looked like he was every bit as big as me, maybe bigger. And he wasn’t finished growing. Shit, he was going to be a horse by the time he reached his full growth.

    ‘Not to be nosey, but does your dad buy regular size condoms?’

    ‘Yeah. They’re a pretty tight fit, and they don’t go all the way down on me,’ he said. ‘Why, do they come in different sizes?’

    ‘Yes. Large, and even extra large,’ I said.

    ‘No shit. I didn’t know that.’

    ‘Mine are large size,’ I said.

    ‘Well, I know where I’m going to get my condoms from now on,’ he said. ‘Not that I’m gonna need ’em all that much,’ he added with a chuckle.

    We lay jacking ourselves off and me wondering what it was going to take for me to at least reach out and put my hand on his cock. If I didn’t have the balls to do that, how was I ever going to work up the nerve to do something more serious, like going down on him?

    ‘Ben… do you uh… think I could try one on?’ he asked timidly.

    ‘Yeah, I’ll get you one.’ I leaned over and got one out of the nightstand.

    ‘You keep ’em handy, huh?’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘What do you do, buy them by the gross?’ he asked.

    ‘Not quite. By the dozen,’ I said.

    ‘I’ll bet you get a lot of pussy,’ he said.

    ‘My share, I guess. All I want.’ I tore open the condom and tossed the packet on the floor. There was a split second of fumbling when he started to reach for the condom and maybe I started to hand it to him but then I reached down to put it on him myself.

    ‘Here, I’ll do it for you,’ I said.

    I was a little surprised when he drew his hand back and let me. I don’t know where the courage came from but I had the boy’s cock in my hand!! It was so damned big! Tall, and thick! I had trouble getting the condom rolled down over the head.

    ‘Shit, is this going to fit?’ I said.

    ‘I know I have a lot of trouble getting one of my dad’s on,’ he said.

    Once the condom was over the head it was easier to roll it down the tall shaft. It came within two inches of reaching all the way. ‘Looks like you’re going to have to buy the extra large ones,’ I said as I worked my hand up and down the smooth latex.

    ‘Now I’m not going to be able to get it off,’ he said.

    ‘Do you want me to take it off for you? Or do you want to finish jacking off and take it off when it’s not so hard?’

    ‘I sort of like to watch myself shoot,’ he said with an embarrassed grin. ‘That might sound weird, but I do.’

    ‘No, it’s not weird,’ I said. ‘I’ll take it off.’ I managed to get hold of the ring at the bottom and pull the condom off inside out. I had to tug it off the head but it finally snapped free. Then I did the next most natural thing of my life. I wrapped my hand around his bare cock! Jason didn’t seem to mind, or even think anything of it.

    ‘Do you mind if I do this?’

    ‘Awwh, no, sir, your hand feels good,’ he said as he pumped his cock up and down through my fist.

    ‘Somebody else’s hand always feels better than your own,’ I said. ‘Didn’t you ever jack off with any of your buddies, have them jack you off?’

    ‘There was this one kid when I was about twelve, who wanted to play with my cock and I let him. But that was the only time, and I never jacked him off.’

    I didn’t care. If he was that straight, that was okay with me.

    ‘Awww, your hand feels so good,’ he moaned again. ‘You ever do this for anybody else?’

    ‘Only a special couple of guys,’ I said. I leaned up so I could play with his balls. They were big; they filled my hand, heavy, and full. ‘You’ve got balls to match your cock,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, they hang pretty heavy sometimes.’

    ‘When they’re full?’

    ‘That’s not where come is stored,’ he said.

    ‘I know, it’s only a figure of speech,’ I said. ‘You need to get the word out.’

    ‘The word?’

    ‘About what you’re carrying around between your legs,’ I said, squeezing his cock. ‘And these.’ I hefted his balls. ‘Once the word is out, that guy Brady is going to be sitting home playing with himself and wondering what the fuck happened.’

    ‘Yeah, like I am right now,’ he said.

    ‘Hey, sorry it’s not a pussy, but my hand will have to do for the moment,’ I said.

    ‘I didn’t mean that. Your hands feel good. I’m just wondering how it’s happening. I never figured you for this.’

    ‘I never figured I would find you in my bed at two in the morning,’ I said.

    I half expected him to reach over for my cock but he was too straight. That was okay. I had my dream in my hand and my fantasy unfolding before me. My mouth was watering and my asshole twitching with an itch. My asshole would have to wait. I wet my lips several times in preparation but my courage waned each time. Jacking him off was one thing. Going down on him was something else entirely. I didn’t know how he would react to that. I wanted to ask him but I didn’t know how. But then, the next time he moaned and told me how wonderful my hand felt, the words came out as easily as before.

    ‘Jason… I would like to do something else if you’ll let me… to make it feel even better.’ I think he was about to ask me what but I was already bending down over his middle and he didn’t have to ask. I tensed, praying that he didn’t freak out or flee, that he would let me do it and know how wonderful it could feel. I wet my lips again just before sliding them down over the head of his cock.

    ‘Ohhhhhh!’ he gasped in surprise. ‘Ohhh, Geezusssss!’

    I kept the head of his cock in my mouth, slathering my tongue around it like it was an ice cream cone. It wasn’t, it was hot cock, and I was being rewarded by the warm ball juice that was boiling up out of it.

    ‘Ohh, Fuck!’ he cried softly. ‘Ohh, yeahhhh, suck it.’

    He was hunkering himself up, trying to shove more of his cock in my mouth but I kept him in check. I would take him, but in my own time; I needed time to get used to his size. I guessed him to be eight inches or so, maybe more, and thick as hell. I would really have to stretch my throat around that much meat. I let him fuck through as much of his cock as would fit in my mouth but blocked him at my throat. He could have forced me if he wanted to, but he didn’t know that. He could have shoved my head down and thrust upward and I would’ve been impaled on the huge hunk of meat.

    ‘Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Ohhhhhhh… Awwwhhhh… Ohhhhh… Oh, Godd!’

    I rose up, drooling. ‘Damn, you’ve got a big cock!’

    ‘Do you think you can you take it all?’ he asked desperately.

    ‘As soon as I get used to it. I’ll have to work it into my throat.’

    ‘Aww, mannnnn, that’d be great.’

    I went back down on him and began working his cock in my throat. Just a little pressure at first, then a lot of pressure and finally my throat opened enough so the head popped through. It was a real accomplishment; like trying to swallow a baseball. If he hadn’t been so hard I think I could have swallowed him but he was like a steel rod that would’ve bored me a new throat, or most certainly straightened the one I had. I kept his pubes as my goal, forcing my mouth lower and lower around the shaft.

    ‘Aww, fuck, you’re gonna do it,’ he gasped. ‘Mann, you’re doing it!’

    His excitement spurred me on. Finally his pubes brushed my lips and I dove all the day down, locking my lips around the base of his cock. He gasped and choked, he was so excited. I choked too. I held him like that for a moment, working my throat muscles, squeezing and milking up and down the shaft. Finally, when I felt I could handle him, I began to suck him again. The first dozen strokes were deep-throat, keeping his cock in my throat. Gradually, I worked my way upward till the head popped into my mouth and I used my tongue again. He was drooling ball-juice, writhing on the bed, groaning like he was in pain.

    ‘Am I supposed to come in your mouth?’ he asked, short of breath.

    ‘Yes, if you want to.’

    ‘Aw, yeah, I want to. It’ll be great, finishing me off like that.’

    I was moving up and down the full length of him, locking my mouth around the root of his cock and lapping at his balls with my tongue while I was down there. I used my drool to wash them with my hand and slid my fingers under them, along the crack of his ass. It was too soon for that, but I wanted to strike the blow for a later time; plant the seed.

    Suddenly he stopped me, squeezing his cock tightly.

    ‘Give me a minute to back off,’ he gasped. ‘I don’t wanta come yet.’

    We waited and then I went back to sucking him. He backed himself off several times and while I waited, I nuzzled down and sucked on his balls. He liked that, too. I thought he would warn me when he was ready to come. But there were no more back-offs; he couldn’t hold it any longer, and I don’t think he wanted to. Suddenly, without warning, I felt his hot come spewing into my mouth in great, long and powerful spurts. Within seconds, my tongue was covered with his boy-semen and seconds more my mouth was full. He tasted wonderful. So richly salty-sweet, so fresh and boy-like. I swallowed but he kept coming and no sooner had I gulped it down, he filled my mouth again. My Godd, I thought, where is it all coming from! I had forgotten that teenagers are so full of testosterone and come. I swallowed the second mouth-full and his cock boiled out more onto my tongue. I lapped my tongue around the head, slathering his come all over his cock. I sucked him till he was twitching and gasping and begging me to stop, he couldn’t stand it any more.

    I continued to hold his cock in my mouth without moving my tongue. He lost his rigidity but not his hardon. I’d forgotten that, too, that kids his age could stay hard for days.

    ‘Wow!’ he gasped, throwing one arm across his forehead.

    ‘Yeah. I didn’t think you were going to stop coming,’ I said.

    ‘I think you drained every drop out of me,’ he said. ‘That’s okay, though, I can make more and be ready to go again in a couple of minutes. Fuck, I can’t believe you swallowed my load.’

    ‘You wouldn’t let me get off your cock, I had to,’ I said.

    ‘Was I holding your head that tight?’

    ‘Yeah, like a vise. I don’t know if I would’ve tried taking your load if I’d known how much you shoot.’

    ‘I gotta take a piss,’ he said as he got off the bed.

    I watched his perfect teenage body leave the room and wondered if what he was left with was a piss hardon. It wasn’t, as I discovered when he came back to the room. He came back with his cock standing out and bobbing up and down as it throbbed.

    ‘Shit, that took less than two minutes to raise back up,’ I said, looking at his cock.

    ‘Do you want it again?’ he asked.

    ‘As long as you want to give it to me,’ I said.

    He wasn’t timid. When he got back on the bed, he boldly straddled my chest and stuck his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he began fucking my face. I liked his boldness. He was going to be fun to have around.

    It lasted the rest of the night. When he had shot off a second time he told me he could sometimes come three or four times, and sometimes his cock didn’t go down even then. He was as good as his word. I sucked him till my throat was sore and I sucked him some more because he wanted it. He couldn’t get enough of this new sex discovery.

    ‘Do you want it again?’ he kept asking. Yes, I wanted this boy till he couldn’t get hard any more; till he was empty. Finally, he simply got tired, I think. He was lying beside me and fell asleep, but his cock was still throbbing up over his stomach. I lay with my arm across his chest, letting the head of his cock brush against my forearm. I slept, too, the most satisfied and contented sleep I’d had in a very long time.

    Needless to say, he woke up with a hardon. He went to the bathroom but still had it when he came back to my room.

    ‘Do you want to do it again before I go to school?’ he asked.

    ‘Today’s Saturday,’ I reminded him.

    ‘Oh, yeah, that’s right. Well, do you want it again before I go home?’

    ‘Sure.’

    He stretched out on his back with his legs spread apart and shoved his cock straight up for me. I went down on it and sucked him, I think, for the sixth time. I would have done it again, but he seemed anxious to get home.

    ‘Did my parents know I was spending the night here?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘Okay, I just wanted to know what to tell them.’

    ‘Jason,’ I said as he was about to leave.

    He looked over his shoulder with a sly mischievous grin. ‘I don’t have time to do it again,’ he said. ‘Maybe tonight.’

    ‘I was just going to say… .don’t say anything about this to anyone. Not to any of your friends.’

    ‘Oh, I won’t,’ he said.

    I had to believe him. My life depended on it.

    We didn’t get together that night, of course, because his parents returned home. Jason came by on his way to school on Monday morning, early. I was sipping coffee on the deck. He was all smiles and a little jittery, like he was nervous about something.

    ‘What’s up, Jason?’ I asked.

    ‘Nothing. Well, actually, there is,’ he said, groping his jeans. He laughed softly. ‘What we did, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. Do you have time?’

    ‘If you do.’

    ‘I’ll take time. I’ll be late for school if I have to.’

    I nodded toward the door. By the time I took another sip of coffee he was inside and tearing off his clothes. He was like a boy who had just discovered sex for the first time in his life. He couldn’t get enough. And once wasn’t enough. I had to suck him off twice before sending off to school.

    Needless to say, that summer was the best summer of my life. Jason said it was for him, too. He was at my house almost every day, or at a minimum, every other day. He kept the grass cut short and the yard looking like it was manicured. He planted flowers for me. He painted the back fence. Anything to be there and get his reward. I paid him well, but he knew there was always a bonus; getting his cock sucked.

    We were well into the relationship before he discovered the pleasures of his ass and his tits; and my ass. I don’t know how I came to ignore his tits for so long, or him, for that matter. He had terrific chest muscles and it wasn’t like I just woke up one day and noticed his tits. His nipples were big, like pencil erasers. They poked against his shirt, and I had felt him tremble more than once when I rubbed my hand across them. As for the pleasures of his ass, I didn’t pursue that because I just wasn’t sure how he would react. But it did come, in the natural course of things. I had him spread out on the mattress over the tail end of the pickup, down on my haunches, sucking his balls and kissing the inside of his thighs. I worked up and down the underside of his cock, making it twitch and throb and that’s when his tits caught my eye again and I recalled how he shivered when I touched them with my hand. It was like discovering a hidden treasure. I followed my eye, kissing and dragging my tongue back and forth across his taut abs as I made my way to his chest. He looked down at me like he was wondering what I was going to do. I lashed my tongue back and forth across his chest, along the underside of his thick pecs. Then I washed all over the thick muscles with my tongue, moving in smaller circles as I closed in on his tits. He let out a little gasp when I lashed his right nipple with my tongue and I knew I had him.

    ‘UUhhnnnnnn! Awwwhhhh!’ he moaned as I sucked on the turgid nipple.

    I sucked and nibbled and lashed at it while he moaned and writhed under me, then I moved to the other side of his chest. He put his hand on the back of my head as if to guide me to it, and pressed my face hard against this pec muscle when I started to suck it.

    ‘Godd, now I know what a girl must feel like,’ he said.

    ‘Have you ever sucked a girl’s tits?’ I asked.

    ‘Yeah, lots of times, and they love it. I can see why, now. But it’s as far as I ever get.’

    ‘I have a feeling that’s going to change soon,’ I said. I worked on his tits for a while then made my way back down his stomach. He groaned with disappointment when I by-passed his throbbing cock. I headed for his balls again, squatted down on my haunches again to suck them first. I was sorely tempted to travel lower under his balls but again I stopped at the crack of his butt. I didn’t think that seed had taken root yet. But it did, soon enough.

    Another time a few weeks later, he was bending over to pick up his jockstrap when I surprised the hell out of him by suddenly succumbing to the terrible urge and leaned in and buried my face in his ass. Just like that. It surprised me as much as it did him.

    ‘Awwhh! Aww, w-what’re you d-doing!’ he stammered over his shoulder. He started to straighten up but I knelt fully and grabbed his tight, round buns and pulled them apart and drove my tongue into his asshole and he decided to stay bent over. I’d just sucked him off but that didn’t seem to matter. I reached around to feel his big cock hard as hell again. When I reached around front he grabbed his right butt cheek and pulled it apart. I got to jack him off and tongue his ass at the same time. He got so excited! He maneuvered himself around a quarter turn and stretched out, bent over the tailgate with his butt turned up high and his legs spread way out. His cock stuck down against the edge of the tailgate, begging for its own attention. I worked the whole area of his manhood, starting at the head of his cock where I lapped along the underside then pulled it back and sucked it in long strokes, then gobbled up his low-hanging balls, then lapped up the crack of his ass. His hole was gaping and clenching and I dove in with my tongue. He let out a little scream that he muffled in the mattress and started thrashing his butt around so hard it was difficult to keep my tongue on target. I worked him with my tongue and later added a finger. He took it well and moaned and begged me to keep doing it so I added a second finger and found his prostate. That drove him crazy. He was moaning and whimpering and fairly dancing around on my finger. I finished him with my tongue, now deeper than ever before with his hole so loose and relaxed. Suddenly his asshole spasmed and I felt a surge of come jolting through the thick vein and a split second later it shot out all over the garage floor. I’d just got him off minutes before and it looked like a hose was turned on and he was white-washing the floor of my garage. I tongued him the whole time till he was whimpering for me to stop. He lay there for a moment, gasping for breath.

    ‘Ohh, fuck… that must be something like what a girl feels like when she’s getting fucked,’ he said as he pushed himself up

    ‘It is,’ I said. He gave me a funny look then suddenly realized what I’d said. I definitely had his curiosity aroused.

    ‘You sound pretty definite on that,’ he said with a sly grin. ‘Almost like… . the voice of experience.’ He was grabbing up his clothes.

    ‘Okay, my secret’s out,’ I said

    ‘I gotta get my ass home but I definitely want to talk about this some more,’ he said as he pulled his jockstrap up.

    He was back the next day right after school. He never even went home first; he stopped by my place on the way. I wasn’t home yet. I found him waiting on the deck when I got home.

    ‘Hey, Jason,’ I greeted him. My heart thumped hard at the sight of him, so neatly dressed in nicely-fitting jeans and a yellow T-shirt.

    He got right to it. ‘We gotta talk,’ he said.

    ‘Sure. What’s up?’

    ‘My dick… ever since yesterday… .thinking about your little secret that you let slip.’

    ‘Oh, that,’ I said with a smile.

    ‘Yeah, that!’ he exclaimed. ‘I wanta know what you meant by that.’

    ‘What do you think I meant by it?’

    ‘It sounded like… .like you… .like you would let me… .fuck you.’

    ‘Yes, I would.’

    Even though he had guessed it, his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. ‘Fuck, I knew it! I was afraid to believe that’s what you meant, but I knew it couldn’t be anything else. Are you serious? You would let me fuck you?’

    ‘As long as you don’t rip me a new asshole with that horse cock of yours.’

    ‘I won’t! I’ll be as easy, I promise… .and gentle… .as you want me to be.’ He stood up. ‘Can we go inside… up to your room?’

    ‘Damn, you’re anxious,’ I said, laughing.

    ‘I haven’t been able to think about anything else,’ he said. ‘I actually jacked off last night, just thinking about it and wondering if what I was thinking might be true. I don’t do that much anymore… jack off… .don’t have to, but I did last night.’

    ‘Well, we can’t let you waste perfectly good come like that,’ I said.

    I took him upstairs where he practically ripped his clothes off. I had the feeling I was in for a rough ride, anxious as he was, but he turned gentle-giant on me when the time came. He watched me with a look of intrigue as I stripped down and got my ass ready, first with deadening lube then with regular lube.

    ‘Do I use a condom?’ he asked.

    ‘Not unless you want to. You don’t have to,’ I said.

    ‘Okay, I would rather not.’

    I lubed up his cock then stretched out on the bed on my stomach. I thought it would be best this way his first time; he could turn me over on my back and fuck me like a girl when he was ready. I spread my legs out wide and tilted my butt up for him as he crawled on the bed. It was a tough entry due to his size, and twice he got discouraged that his cock wasn’t going to fit but I urged him on, assuring him that I could take him.

    Despite the deadening lube, it felt like he was indeed ripping me a new asshole when the head popped through. I saw stars! And blackness. But once in, he was eager to explore the very depths of my body and he plowed right on in. I choked down my groans of pain and let him impale me on his huge cock. But the pain quickly went away as he began to fuck me and he soon had me writhing and groaning with pure pleasure. It was the first time that I realized just how big he was, when I felt his cock pounding against a spot deep past all the organs he’d shoved out of the way, like he was beating the head of a drum. It jolted me every time he did it, reverberating in my head, and it felt like he was stretching it wide open but not quite. Nobody had ever touched that spot before. I didn’t even know I had it, but for the first time, I wished his cock was even bigger than it was.

    Jason was a natural cocksman. He fucked me better than most guys who had come before him, and there were a lot of them. Part of it was his awkward inexperience, part of it was his huge cock, and his youth and his intensity. He drove me wild. He made me come all over the bed. He was delighted when he saw the mess I made all over the sheets.

    Fucking me became a big part of his life after that. Mine, too. I loved sucking his cock and he liked me doing it, as well as eating his ass, but he almost always ended up fucking me.

    With working out all the time and consuming great amounts of bodybuilding supplements, Jason packed on even more muscle that summer. And his cock grew even bigger! I wouldn’t have thought it possible, and I didn’t know really how big he was getting till one day he was fucking me and I realized that he was boring right through the drum-head barrier that he’d been pounding and stretching for so many months.

    ‘Ohh, My Godd!’ I cried softly as I felt what was happening.

    ‘Yeah? That good?’ he asked with that crooked little smile of his.

    ‘Oh, Godd… Godd, Yesss! Oh, Jason… Ohhhh, give it to me… .drive it in hard… hit me with it… OHHHHH!… … Awwhhhh, fuck me, you big stud! Fuck me deep!’

    ‘I’m fucking you as deep as I can, man, I’ve only got so much cock.’

    I clung to his muscular body, my head tossed back in pure ecstasy that not even he had brought me to before. I saw stars dancing on my eyelids when I closed my eyes. Jason’s breath was coming in gasps as he worked to fuck me the way I begged him to. I couldn’t even cry out, now. All I could do was gasp for my breath as he pounded his huge cock unmercifully and deep… so deep… .!

    The head of his cock popped back and forth through the sphincter/barrier, like he was stretching an O-ring and each time he plunged in and bore through to the other side to that open space that seemed wired with tiny electric currents, I choked on my screams.

    ‘Shit, feels like… .this might be… a good time… to come,’ he gasped as he fucked me, so hard the bed was knocking against the wall.

    He didn’t wait for my answer. He gave it to me in long, thick powerful spurts. It was like he was filling a reservoir that had lay empty all these years and the electricity was firing as his hot come shorted them out. Afterwards I lay limp and exhausted, my head still spinning and feeling so full that I imagined I was bloated. I didn’t even have the strength to suck in the air I needed.

    ‘Fuck!’ Jason exclaimed as he hovered over me on his arms with his cock still inside me. ‘That was the wildest fuck I ever had! I must have touched something in there… it sure set you off.’

    ‘You did. You’ve been touching it for a long time… .a spot so deep inside me… nobody ever touched it before… .nobody ever went that deep… .this time, though, you more than touched it. You bored through it. Goddd!’

    ‘I sure hope I can make a girl feel like that one of these days,’ he said.

    It was the first I realized that the boy was still a virgin! That made our sex all the more special and exciting. He still dated girls but I couldn’t figure out what he was waiting on. He had everything going for him; hot good looks, a body to kill for, muscles in his shit, and a cock that I was sure must be damn near ten inches long by now. Shit, what was the matter with the females in his life!

    One Saturday he came by early in the morning to tell me that he wouldn’t be doing any work that day. He was going to the lake with some friends.

    ‘Male or female?’ I asked with a grin.

    ‘It’s a mixed crowd. Nobody’s going to be with a date; at least not starting out.’

    ‘Hey, do you have a beach towel?’ I asked.

    ‘I’ve got one of my mom’s bath towels,’ he said.

    ‘I’ll get my beach towel for you.’ He followed me inside and upstairs where I dug out my beach towel. It was deep blue with sailboats on one end. I flung it out to its full size.

    ‘Wow! That’s a bedspread,’ he said.

    ‘It’ll hold two,’ I assured him.

    He unrolled his towel to get his swimsuit, to roll it up in my towel.

    ‘Let’s see your suit,’ I said.

    He handed it to me. I held it up, I know with a look of disappointment. It was one of those horrible baggy things that reach to the knees; California baggies or something. I hated them.

    ‘This is horrible,’ I said.

    ‘Huh? It’s what guys are wearing these days,’ he said.

    ‘I’ll show you what guys should be wearing,’ I said. I dug around in my bottom dresser drawer and brought out three swimsuits. I laid one out on the bed; a deep blue, tight-fitting boxer-brief style, cut high on the leg. ‘If you like boxer style, at least make it one that fits.’

    ‘Looks like it would fit all right,’ he said.

    ‘You wanta try it on?’

    ‘Sure, why not?’

    He took off his clothes, down to his socks and pulled the suit on. He pulled it up his thighs and stretched it around his butt and stuffed his manhood down in the pouch. He really filled it out in the butt and in front.

    ‘Damn! This doesn’t leave much to the imagination,’ he said.

    ‘Why would you want to leave anything to the imagination?’ I asked.

    ‘I don’t know… .it’s a pretty snug fit,’ he said, eyeing himself in the mirror.

    ‘Is this guy Brady Colson going to be there?’

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘Well, this is your chance to set the record straight about who’s the better man,’ I told him.

    He hefted the pouch and smiled. ‘Yeah, I guess it would be.’

    ‘Try this one on too, before you make up your mind,’ I said, handing him another suit; a yellow thong.

    ‘Hell, I can’t wear this,’ he said, holding it up. ‘There’s no back to it.’

    ‘Try it on. See how you look in it before you decide you’re not going to wear it.’

    He peeled off the boxer and pulled the thong on. I adjusted the thin strap in back down the crack of his butt. He hefted the pouch in front and it bounced with his weight. My eyes popped when I saw him from the front. He looked like a god! A very well endowed god!

    ‘Geezusss! I would get arrested wearing this,’ he said.

    ‘Yeah, for carrying a concealed weapon,’ I said. ‘I assume it’s a public beach. This is usually reserved for a private beach.’

    ‘Have you ever worn it?’

    ‘Sure.’

    ‘You know where there’s a private beach? One that’s this private?’ he asked, motioning to himself in the mirror.

    ‘Yes. But this one is out for today. I’ve got one more.’

    ‘I can hardly wait.’

    I gave him the bikini in a blue bandana print. It wrapped itself snugly around his lean hips, hugged his tight, round butt and stretched in front to nicely accommodate the size of his manhood. It wasn’t indecent unless you were a member of a temperance league.

    ‘This is nice,’ he said. ‘Only thing, it shows where I’m not tanned.’

    ‘It’s a good chance to get more tanned,’ I said. ‘And I think it shows a bit of daring, revealing what kind of suit you usually wear, and now you’re telling the world that you’re going more daring.’

    ‘Yeah, I sort of like that.’

    ‘Why don’t you take them both; this one and the boxer. Either one of them will serve your purpose.’

    ‘Which is?’

    ‘To let those girls know, unequivocally, who’s the better man.’

    ‘Yeah. Fuck, I’ll show ’em, and Brady. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Can I wear that real skimpy one under the blue boxer?’

    ‘Sure.’

    ‘Who knows, maybe I’ll find a place and have the balls to skin the boxer off,’ he said with a mischievous grin.

    ‘Do you have condoms?’ I asked.

    ‘No, it’s not that kind of thing,’ he said.

    ‘Don’t ever say it’s not that kind of thing. Don’t ever walk out the door on a date without a condom. It might well be that kind of thing when the girls get a look at you in that suit,’ I said. I went to my dresser and dug out three condoms and tucked them in his jeans pocket. They were extra large size that I’d bought especially for him.

    ‘These are extra large, bigger than the one you tried on before,’ I told him. ‘But three of them? You must think I’m going to be busy,’ he said, laughing.

    ‘I know what you’re capable of,’ I said.

    I was on pins and needles all day, wondering how his date went, hoping he would stop by and tell me all about it. He didn’t. But he was back to cut my grass the next day and I was anxious to hear about his day at the lake. I watched him walk back and forth across the yard, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling. His triceps bulged from pushing the mower. His thick muscular thighs bulged with the power behind the mower. His legs reminded me of a young stallion; more so, perhaps, because I knew what he carried between them. His green shorts had grown tighter so they rode way low across his middle and so high on his thighs that there wasn’t any leg to them.

    I went in to get some iced tea. I took it out to him and he rubbed the glass across his chest, sweat running down his abs.

    ‘Thanks.’

    ‘Yeah… .thank you,’ I said, letting my eyes roam up and down his spectacular torso.

    ‘For what?’ he asked.

    ‘For this,’ I said, with a wave at his body.

    He laughed. ‘You had something to do with it, buying me all those supplements.’

    I leaned in and licked the sweat off his chest.

    ‘Not out here, somebody might see,’ he said, stepping back.

    ‘They would have to have a ladder to see over the fence,’ I said, but I didn’t pursue it if he didn’t feel comfortable with it.

    ‘Why don’t you take a break on the deck; I can’t wait to hear about your day at the lake,’ I said.

    ‘I’m almost finished,’ he said. Then he added with a mischievous grin, ‘It’ll give me a chance to work up some more fresh sweat for you to lick off if you want to.’

    I went back onto the deck to wait and watch. I was feeling fluffed up and I could hardly wait to listen to his story, and go to work on his sweaty young body.

    Jason came up on the deck and boldly stripped off his shorts, down to his jockstrap. God, I loved that jockstrap. He’d been wearing it since about the eighth grade; the only one I’d ever seen him wear. It was well worn, with little pick-holes and tears, stretched out of shape from the strain of trying to contain his ever-growing manhood.

    ‘Damn, Jason, you need a new jockstrap,’ I said.

    ‘This one’s doing the job,’ he said, reaching down to cup the heavy pouch and let it fall and bounce.

    ‘Barely,’ I said. ‘I looks like something’s been chewing on it.’

    ‘You like it,’ he chided me.

    ‘Oh, I love it, but one of these days it’s going to give way and everything’s going to fall out,’ I said.

    ‘But you’ll be there to catch it,’ he joked.

    He slouched back in the chair and rubbed the cold glass of tea over his face and neck and chest and abs. He put it down on his jock-pouch and brought it up between his legs. It was sensual as hell.

    ‘Well? Tell me about it, your date,’ I said.

    ‘Do you want to lick my sweat off before it dries?’

    ‘Yes,’ I said as I got up and leaned down to lap up the salty sweat off his chest.

    ‘I’m sweating down between my thighs, too,’ he said.

    ‘I’ll get to it. Talk to me,’ I said.

    ‘Well, I put Brady in his place once and for all, along with a couple more guys,’ he said.

    ‘How?’

    ‘Well, they were all surprised as hell when I didn’t show up wearing my baggy suit.’

    ‘Which one did you wear?’ I asked.

    ‘All of them, actually,’ he said. ‘I put the thong on, then the bikini on over that and then the boxer. Brady tried to make fun of me but he gave it up pretty quick when he saw how the girls were reacting. Even his own girlfriend was checking me out and told Brady he should get a suit like mine so he would have a better tan on his thighs. I hung around in the boxer for a while then I got real brave. I spread the towel out and peeled it off; said I was going to get a real tan. There were a lot of whistles and cat-calls when they saw me in the bikini.’

    ‘Get to the good part… .did you wear just the thong?’

    He laughed. ‘It took a lot of working up courage, but yeah, I did,’ he said.

    ‘Oh, that must have caused a riot.’

    ‘It sure pissed Brady off,’ he said. ‘The thong pushed everything up and out under the bikini and the girls were all of a sudden getting very interested in what they were seeing. Hell, nobody ever showed off that much before in a swimsuit. Most of the guys weren’t pissed, they were just surprised at my balls. I got real bold and asked one of the girls if she wanted to put suntan oil on my upper thighs where I was still pale. Two of them volunteered, which pissed Brady off royally. He’s used to getting all the attention. One of them noticed the yellow sticking out of the back of my suit and asked me if I had on a yellow jock. I told her no, it was another swimsuit, in case I wanted to get more tan. They laughed and asked me how much more I could possibly tan without getting naked. I pulled the suit down and showed them and they begged me to take it off. Man, they squealed like hell when I pulled the bikini off. I was lying on the blanket when I took it off so I was lying on my back. The front, the pouch, bulged up like there were two fists stuffed in there.’

    ‘Brady must have been green,’ I said.

    ‘He was having a tough time maintaining his composure,’ Jason said. ‘He got so pissed when I turned over on my stomach that he grabbed his stuff and left.’

    ‘You showed them your butt?’

    ‘Yeah, one of the girls noticed the suit was riding up awfully high on my hip and I turned over to show her how high it rode up, and handed her the suntan oil to put on my butt.’

    ‘Did she?’ I asked excitedly.

    ‘She sure did, along with the help of a couple of other girls. I think that’s the reason Brady left; he was afraid his girlfriend was going to volunteer to put oil on me.’

    ‘This story is getting me hot,’ I said. ‘How does it end?’

    ‘I don’t know how it ended for Brady, but I didn’t bring any of your condoms back,’ he said with a cocky grin.

    ‘Oh, I only loaned them to you, I wanted them back,’ I said with a scowl. He gave me a funny look. He thought I was serious till I laughed.

    ‘Fucker, what would you do with used condoms?’ he asked, laughing.

    ‘Well, I’m going to mark this day on the calendar; the day Jason lost his virginity,’ I said.

    ‘A day fuckin’ long overdue,’ he said. ‘But I didn’t lose it. I know exactly where I put it,’ he said with a grin.

    He finished his tea while he groped his jockstrap with his other hand. He set the glass down and stood up in front of me.

    ‘The sweat is evaporating,’ he said. I buried my face in the bulging pouch of his jock, sucking in the aroma of him. He shoved my face into his crotch, back under his jockstrap. I lapped the warm, salty sweat, heady with his man-smell. He wouldn’t let me have his cock till his jockstrap was soaked with my spit. Then he pulled it aside and gave me his cock. He never tasted so good.

    After he had expanded his tan wearing the bikini and the thong, he wanted to get an all over tan.

    ‘Would it be all right if I laid out in your back yard naked?’ he asked me one day.

    ‘Sure, but you’ll have to explain to your parents and the guys in the locker room how you got tanned all over… .where you found to lay out naked.’

    ‘Screw the guys in the locker room. I’ll let them wonder,’ he said.

    ‘What about your mom and dad?’

    ‘I’ll make sure I wear shorts around them, so they won’t see me.’

    It was frustrating as hell, watching the boy lie out in my yard stark naked and not being able to touch him. He wouldn’t do anything in the yard. He was almost paranoid about somebody seeing us, even though it was an eight-foot fence and lined with boards on the inside so there were no cracks to see through. Then one day he asked me about the private beach I’d mentioned.

    ‘Well, it’s not so much a beach as a lake,’ I said.

    ‘But it’s private?’ he asked. ‘Private enough to wear that yellow thing you showed me?’

    ‘Private enough that you don’t even have to wear the thong if you don’t want to.’

    ‘It’s a nude beach, or lake?’

    ‘Clothing is optional,’ I said.

    ‘Can we go?’ he asked anxiously.

    ‘Maybe. I’ll think about it. But you need to understand, it’s not a sex club or anything. You’re not going to see people naked in piles having orgies.’

    ‘Maybe I can change all that,’ he joked.

    I decided to take him to the beach. He was old enough. The minimum age was sixteen when accompanied by a parent, guardian, and I could pose as his dad. He was so excited to pack his tiny yellow thong in the big blue beach towel and be on our way.

    It was a two-hour drive and another slow trek down a long lane. I gave Jason my key card and he got out and swiped it to let the gate up.

    ‘How come you didn’t tell me about this place before?’ he asked as he was getting back in the car.

    ‘I didn’t think you needed to know.’

    ‘When were you going to tell me?’

    ‘I don’t know. Maybe never. At least not till you turned eighteen.’

    ‘I can’t believe you would keep this from me, I’ve been eighteen for awhile now.’

    ‘Well, you’re here, so just shut up,’ I joked.

    Jason showed his ID and I registered him as my guest. Then we went to the men’s change room.

    ‘We just walk out like this?’ he asked as he pulled the tiny yellow thong on and adjusted his manhood in the pouch.

    ‘I’m not sure how far you’ll get,’ I said. ‘Why, are you nervous?’

    ‘A little.’

    ‘Well, slip your jeans on over your suit, you can take them off later when you feel more comfortable,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, I’ll do that.’

    I slipped on a white thong with O-ring slides that allowed the front to be spread wide or pushed in to form a smaller gathered pouch. I put on a blue-print bikini on top of that. Then I put on a snug-fitting boxer.

    ‘Are you wearing all of those?’

    ‘Yeah, I’ll take them off as the situation warrants, like you did at the lake,’ I said. ‘One thing we didn’t touch on, Jason.’

    ‘What’s that?’

    ‘If you tell anybody I brought you here, I’ll kill you.’

    He laughed. ‘Hey, I don’t tell anybody anything that we do.’

    We walked out of the change room. Jason grabbed his share of attention immediately, in his jeans and no shirt. People looked openly at him, heads turned, and I got some curious looks myself. I knew what was behind those looks; they were wondering about a guy my age with a hot teenager.

    ‘He’s my little brother,’ I said to one guy who was gaping at us and giving us a leering smile. The guy scurried off. Jason laughed.

    ‘Do you think he believed that?’

    ‘I don’t know, but he’s not gaping at us anymore,’ I said.

    We walked around, admiring the scenery, most of it on two legs, but it was mostly Jason being admired. I could hardly wait till he found the nerve to take off his jeans and appear in that tiny yellow thong. So far, Jason hadn’t seemed to notice that all the guests were male and I hoped it didn’t bother him or disappoint him when he did notice. I figured he was looking forward to a day of ogling naked girls. We walked down to the lake and stood in the shallow water, our feet buried in the warm, wet sand.

    ‘We’ll go in swimming as soon as you work up the nerve to shed your jeans,’ I chided him.

    ‘I’m getting there,’ he said.

    We stopped by the deli and picked up lunch to take with us. I recognized a few guys from previous visits. Their eyes popped when they saw me with Jason. We stopped to talk with one guy I knew, Adam. I told him I hadn’t been there for a while and he filled me in on some of the changes.

    ‘Have you checked out the Path to Paradise?’ he asked, pointing to a small but artistic sign posted at the beginning of a path leading into the thick woods.

    ‘No, what is it?’

    ‘Just what the sign says. Let’s just say they’ve grown a lot more lax, even liberal, in policing the grounds. Why don’t you take this young stud and have your lunch down along the path? Or I’ll take him… and have lunch,’ he said. ‘It’s posted no one under eighteen, but they don’t enforce it.’

    ‘That’s okay, I’m eighteen,’ Jason lied.

    ‘Do you wanta to check it out?’ I asked Jason

    ‘Hell, yeah.’

    Adam swallowed hard, like he was trying to work up the courage to say something. He finally did, just as we were about to move on.

    ‘Please tell me you’re not going to wear those jeans your entire visit,’ he said to Jason.

    ‘No, he’s just working up the courage to take them off,’ I said.

    We headed for the sign and the dark opening into the woods. It was cool in under the trees, barely a streak of sunshine allowed in through the thick foliage. The path was narrow but well worn, with paths leading off to more secluded areas in the brush and grass. I could make out two guys in a sixty-nine and wondered if Jason saw it. I didn’t point it out to him. Whatever he saw or learned on this little venture was going to be on his own. Twenty yards or so down the main path we came upon a nest in the grass just a few feet off the path. There were two bodybuilders lying in the thick bed of grass in a passionate embrace, their legs entwined, one writhing half on top of the other as he groped between the man’s legs. They were kissing! I paused and glanced in their direction and Jason looked too. I watched carefully for his reaction to the two men who were in the throes of the most erotic and passionate kiss I’d ever seen. It was made more so because they were so muscular and perfectly put together.

    When Jason didn’t say anything I moved on, but I noticed him give them one quicker look over his shoulder.

    ‘Wow!’ he said.

    ‘Yeah, that was pretty hot, huh?’

    ‘Yeah… .yeah it was,’ he said, as if he were admitting something.

    We found a spot to eat lunch several yards down from the bodybuilders. Jason spread out the huge beach towel and I began to unpack our lunch.

    ‘Are you going to disappoint all of these people and keep those jeans on all day?’ I asked.

    ‘No.’ With that, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, standing in his hiking boots and the tiny yellow thong.

    ‘That’s more like it,’ I said.

    ‘I’m not so sure it’s a good idea; you’ve got a hungry look on your face,’ he kidded me.

    ‘Hang around for dessert,’ I told him.

    We were eating and I was drinking in the sight of the handsome, muscular teenager sitting across from me with his legs crossed, Indiana style. The pouch of the thong bulged out from his crotch, hanging heavily on the grass.

    ‘I almost want to go back and watch those guys,’ he said.

    ‘They’re probably finished with that kiss,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, and probably deep into another one,’ he said.

    ‘We can go back. They didn’t seem to mind anyone watching.’

    ‘Hell, I wouldn’t mind either if I was built like those guys,’ he said.

    I looked at him and sighed. ‘You are, fuckhead. Don’t you ever look at yourself in the mirror?’

    ‘I don’t look like that,’ he said.

    ‘Do you want to try it sometime; what they were doing?’ I asked in a cautious tone.

    ‘You mean… kissing?’ he said, and I couldn’t tell whether it was surprised disbelief in his tone, or disgust.

    ‘We’ve never done it,’ I said.

    ‘How come we haven’t?’ he asked. ‘We’ve sure been tangled up together like that plenty of times.’

    ‘I was afraid to. I didn’t think you would stand for it,’ I said. ‘You don’t know it, but you’re damned intimidating, even for a teenager.’

    He laughed. ‘I don’t know why anyone would be intimidated by me. Except maybe my cock.’

    ‘No, it’s more than your cock. Your looks, the way you’re put together and all wrapped up in such a young package. Trust me, that’s intimidating.’

    I dropped it for the moment and we continued eating. Jason didn’t take another sandwich. He drank down a half bottle of water, swirling it in his mouth, then capped the bottle and laid back on the towel. I finished, too, and sat cross-legged beside him.

    I stretched out beside him, on my side, my head propped up with one arm. The pouch of his thong was bulging mightily.

    ‘You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,’ I said as I brushed my hand over it.

    He smiled, that cute embarrassed smile. ‘Not even the girls call me that,’ he said.

    ‘You should know by now, girls don’t appreciate the beauty of a male like another male does. They’re too much into themselves and their own beauty.’

    ‘I suppose you’ve got a point. Except that they do appreciate my butt,’ he added with a grin.

    ‘Wait till you walk around here with that tight, gorgeous butt hanging out and see how males appreciate it,’ I said.

    ‘Well, I know you like it, and that’s all that’s important,’ he said.

    ‘You, uh… .didn’t answer my question,’ I said quietly as I rubbed my hand up and down his thigh.

    ‘Sorry, sir, I forgot the question,’ he said. Then his face lilt up. ‘Oh, you mean, what those two studs were doing.’

    ‘You might as well know, I want to kiss you so bad I ache inside,’ I said.

    ‘Then do it,’ he said. It was just like him. Face up to something and take the bull by the horns.

    ‘Geezuss, you say that so easily,’ I said.

    ‘What’s so difficult about it? If those two studs can do it… and they sure as hell don’t look gay.’

    ‘There you go with labels again,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t know how else to say things other than the way I say them.’

    ‘You say things just fine,’ I said, rubbing my hand back and forth across his wide, thick chest. If only he knew what was behind the terrible urge to kiss him; if he knew the emotions that choked me up and made me hurt inside. I was so fuckin’ in love with the boy I couldn’t think straight but I had to suffer through it alone. He could never know how I truly felt about him, beyond my intense desire for his body.

    I leaned down and sucked tenderly on his right tit. He moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. I sucked the turgid nipple, causing him to tremble, then moved across his chest to the other one. I sucked it and flicked the other one with my fingers. I kissed back and forth across his chest several times then made my way up his cleavage to his thick neck. I kissed around to the side of the corded muscles and up the side of his face. He instinctively started to turn his head but then retreated from it. I kissed his cheek and his forehead and his nose then hovered my lips over his mouth. Our eyes met for a fleeting second and he closed his. I brushed my lips against his and he let his lips relax. I kissed him ever-so lightly… gently… barely a touch, but it sent eddies of electricity through both of us. I applied a little pressure and smashed our lips together, and let mine come open, fully around his. I flicked his lips with my tongue and they parted inside the enclosure of my lips. Then I felt his tongue, flicking up out of his mouth, tentatively, searching for mine.

    ‘OOhhnnnnn,’ he moaned softly as our tongues touched and explored and lashed around like two snakes.

    ‘Oh, Jason,’ I gasped as I bore my mouth down on his and kissed him as passionately as I’d ever kissed anybody in my life. I put everything I had into it; every technique, backed up with every emotion in me. I wanted to make this kiss something we would both remember, for I feared it would be the last. I was surprised when he put one hand around the back of my head and the other one around my back, holding me tight and actually kissing me back with great passion.

    I ran my hands up and down his thighs, groping in the apex, groping for the bulging thong. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was a lot bigger than before. I was encouraged by that. It meant he wasn’t turned off by us kissing. Indeed, it was turning him on! We kissed, it seemed, for several minutes. I didn’t really know whether it was one kiss or a bunch of kisses, but the result was the same. His cock was expanding inside the yellow thong and my cock was throbbing against his hip. Finally, when I sensed that he wanted to, I broke it off. I raised up and gazed into his closed eyes till he opened them. When he glanced aside, I laid down beside him.

    ‘Shit!’ he whispered.

    ‘Is that good or bad?’ I asked. ‘Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you.’

    ‘Just… Shit! Man, I’m not sure I should’ve liked that so much.’

    ‘Stop being afraid of your feelings,’ I said.

    ‘I’m not afraid; it’s just that sometimes I wonder what’s going on inside me.’

    Neither of us was aware that there was anyone around till there was quiet applause from the path. I looked around to see two young, very good-looking men standing there, all smiles.

    ‘Shit,’ Jason swore and quickly turned over on his stomach and hid his face in his hands.

    ‘Ohh, My Godd! Oh, My Godddd!’ they gasped.

    I had to laugh at the way they were going ga-ga over Jason’s butt.

    ‘Oh, can I get a picture of that?’ one asked excitedly as he whipped out a camera.

    ‘I don’t know..,’ I started, for I thought cameras were banned from the place.

    ‘Its okay, just not my face,’ Jason said. He fairly posed for them, writhing his hips around, clenching and relaxing his butt muscles, even jutting his butt up for them. They squealed with delight.

    Since he was so into it, I leaned down and whispered, ‘Why don’t you really give them something to take pictures of?’

    He glanced at me and I flicked my tongue out. He smiled. ‘Yeah, go ahead. Drive ’em wild.’

    I let them finish their little photo shoot taking pictures of me lying between Jason’s legs, eating and tonguing his ass. They wanted to take my place with him and have me take pictures of them but Jason didn’t want that. They took the hint that we were together and left.

    ‘Well, they’ve got something to jack-off to for awhile,’ Jason remarked as they were walking away. Actually they didn’t go very far, only a few yards further off the path in another small clearing, close enough that they could watch and certainly hear us. Jason turned to me on his side, laughing and it was so natural for me to roll against him and put an arm around him. We pressed out bodies together and I put my hand down between us to squeeze his manhood through the stretched thong. It seemed just as perfectly natural for him to kiss me again, with all the passion of a lover. I kissed him back and freed his cock at the same time. I raised my leg and guided his cock between my thighs.

    ‘Ohh, we’ve never done this before,’ he said as he began pumping his cock back and forth between my thighs.

    He went back to kissing me, lashing at my tongue and trying to capture it as he fucked my thighs. He worked himself up so that he went over the top in a few minutes.

    ‘Ohh… .Ohhh… .Ohhh, I’m gonna come,’ he whispered.

    I felt the powerful surge through his cock but it was stuck so far between my legs that I didn’t feel the heat of his load but I could feel it shooting out. He relaxed again, lying with his head on my arm.

    Later… it was getting dusk… we went swimming then returned to Paradise to stretch out on the beach towel where we dozed off. I woke up sometime in the dark of the woods to the feel of someone fondling me. I half sat up, my eyes snapped open to see a youngish man, very good looking, with a naked gym-built body, kneeling down beside me, playing with my balls.

    ‘Forgive me for waking you, but I had to feel for myself to know that you were real; you and this young god beside you.’

    ‘He’s real,’ I said, not annoyed. ‘We both are.’

    ‘Would I be out of line if I asked… no, if I begged… .to show you both pleasure?’

    ‘No, not at all.’

    ‘Him, too?’

    ‘He’ll be pissed if you don’t,’ I said.

    The man knelt astraddle our thighs and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. He was good, and I realized instantly why… he had removed his teeth. He took a turn with Jason and brought him awake. The boy sat up, wide-eyed to see this strange man sucking his cock.

    ‘I told him it was okay,’ I said.

    ‘Awww, fuck, yeah, it’s okay! Geezusss, he’s incredible! Ohh, fuck, I love the way he’s chewing on my cock, and it don’t hurt.’

    ‘That’s his gums,’ I said.

    The man raised up, all smiles. ‘I think I could take you both if you got in the right position,’ he said.

    ‘What’s the right position?’ Jason asked eagerly.

    He showed us. He maneuvered us and guided us into a position lying back, face to face, with Jason’s thighs draped over mine, our balls smashed together. The man held our cocks up against each other.

    ‘This is the position,’ he said.

    I didn’t see how he managed to get his mouth stretched around both of our cocks but he did. When he was positioned half way down our cocks, we fucked his mouth.

    ‘Oh, Godd, this is hot!’ Jason moaned. ‘Shit, I like the feel of your cock sliding against mine.’

    Jason got hot fast and went off. The man was absolutely stunned at Jason’s load when he came. He choked on it, swallowed and gagged and tried to swallow some more but there was just too much of it, and it was running down our cocks, out of his mouth. He finally had to give up and let the stuff boil out of the big cock then he bent down and began sucking and slurping it up. He got me off then rose to his feet and backed out of our spot, almost as if he were bowing to royalty. Jason and I untangled ourselves and went down to the lake to wash up. It was getting chilly and we hadn’t brought sleeping bags.

    ‘I think we need to go before we catch cold,’ I said.

    ‘I’ll bet we could find someone who would share their sleeping bag with us,’ he said.

    ‘Do you want to stay longer?’ I asked.

    ‘I wish we could find those two bodybuilders,’ he said.

    We looked all around but they were gone, or they were well hidden.

    ‘Dang, I wish we had a blanket,’ he said.

    ‘I didn’t know we would be staying this late. It used to close at sundown,’ I said.

    ‘We could put our clothes back on and cover up with the beach towel,’ he suggested.

    ‘You really want to stay, don’t you?’

    ‘Hey, this place is wild. I didn’t know places like this even existed. Yeah, I wanta stay. Maybe we could build a campfire.’

    ‘Come on,’ I said, getting to my feet. I could see flickers of campfires here and there and I was sure all we would have to do was show ourselves and somebody would take pity on us. We took the path back out of Paradise and walked toward another wooded area where several campfires were flickering. Jason was strutting his stuff, proud in his tiny yellow thong with his gorgeous, tight butt hanging out and the pouch bounding when he walked. I saw in the light of the first fire several older guys sitting around talking and drinking coffee out of a thermos. I guided us around them and headed deeper into the woods. Up ahead I saw two handsome heads held up with thick columns of muscle, broad, heavily muscled shoulders and bulging arms sticking out of the same sleeping bag. It was the two bodybuilders! I poked Jason in the side.

    ‘Hey, it’s them!’ he exclaimed excitedly then added, ‘but shit, they’re filling up that sleeping bag, there’s not gonna be any room for us.’

    ‘Maybe they can squeeze you in; I’ll find another place,’ I said.

    ‘No, man, I’m not gonna leave you out in the cold. We can just leave,’ he said.

    But I kept walking toward them, slow, careful steps. I knew Jason didn’t want to leave; I remembered how impressed and excited he was watching the two bodybuilders kissing. They looked up when they heard our quiet footsteps.

    ‘Hey,’ I said.

    ‘Hi, guys,’ one of them said. His neck looked like a tree trunk holding his head up.

    ‘Looks like you’re snuggled in for the night,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, till the fire goes out.’

    ‘Well, then you’ve got each other to keep you warm,’ I said.

    ‘Aren’t you chilly in that thing?’ one asked Jason, nodding to his thong.

    ‘I’m okay,’ Jason said.

    ‘We drove off without sleeping bags or blankets or anything. I didn’t know they’d opened the place for overnights,’ I said.

    ‘We’ve got an extra sleeping bag if you want to use it.’

    ‘That’s real generous of you,’ I said.

    ‘Hey, we’re not using it.’

    ‘Yes, we can see that,’ I said with a smile. My smile was partly the way the bodybuilders were looking at Jason.

    The blonde crawled out of the sleeping bag and walked back to a small tent and came back with a sleeping bag. I stood there a little breathless, watching his incredibly tight, muscular butt flexing when he walked. I noticed that Jason was watching, too.

    ‘Here you go, spread it out here by the fire,’ he said, handing the bag to me. ‘It’s a single, but then you wanta keep warm.’

    ‘Thanks. I’m Ben, by the way. This is Jason.’

    ‘Jack,’ he said, putting out a ham-sized hand. ‘That’s Tony in the bag.’

    We both bent down to shake hands with Tony and I saw the way he was looking Jason up and down. Jack crawled back into their sleeping bag as I was untying ours. Jason stepped up to help spread it out.

    ‘Are you guys related? Like, maybe uncle and nephew, or father and son?’ Tony asked.

    ‘No. Don’t I wish. He’s my neighbor. He takes care of my yard and stuff.’

    ‘And stuff… a lot more than your yard, I’ll bet,’ Jack said.

    ‘You could say that,’ I said with a smile and a side glance at Jason.

    ‘That’s a great looking swimsuit you’re wearing,’ Tony said.

    ‘Thanks,’ Jason said.

    ‘Actually, its you that makes it look so good,’ he said. ‘Did it come with any kind of warranty against totally collapsing under the weight?’

    Jason laughed. ‘I don’t know, he gave it to me.’

    ‘It looks real comfortable. What’s it made of? Looks nice and soft and stretchy, gives real nice when you move.’

    Jason did something then that blew my mind. I’d never seen him so bold. He stepped over and knelt down on one knee in front of the two bodybuilders and said, ‘Do you want to feel it?’

    The two men immediately reached out and began feeling the pouch of his thong.

    ‘Yeah, feels nice and… well, maybe not as soft as I thought,’ Tony said as he squeezed and groped the filled pouch.

    I was unzipping the sleeping bag, looking forward to crawling in it with Jason to keep warm but it wasn’t to be.

    ‘Listen, it might be more comfortable for everybody if one of you crawled in here with us; it’s an oversized double, it’ll hold three people easier than that one will hold two,’ Tony said.

    Jason looked over his shoulder at me, looking for approval, or wanting permission, I couldn’t tell, except that I knew he wanted to crawl in with the two bodybuilders. I couldn’t blame him, and as bad as I wanted us to share a sleeping bag, I wasn’t about to deny him.

    ‘Okay with you if I crawl in here with these guys?’ he asked.

    ‘Sure,’ I said.

    ‘Are you sure you don’t mind?’ Jason asked.

    ‘No, of course not, go ahead,’ I said.

    They unzipped the bag part way for him to crawl in between them.

    ‘Ahh, this feels good; nice and warm,’ he said.

    ‘Damn, you are cold,’ Jack said as the two bodybuilders wrapped their arms and legs around him. ‘Let’s get him warmed up.’

    ‘Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to take long,’ I said as I crawled into my bag alone. I stretched out on my stomach facing them so I could watch by the dancing flames. The two bodybuilders were all over him and before long I could hear him moaning along with them. I didn’t know what they were doing to him but he was liking it. I was surprised and a little envious when Tony laid up over him and kissed him. It was a hard, no-nonsense kiss that made Jason groan, and he wrapped his arms around the big stud to kiss him back with great passion. It was a long kiss and there was more activity down inside the bag. Jack had all but disappeared and there was movement that indicated that he was sucking Jason’s cock. A few minutes later, he re-appeared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand then he began kissing him, too. It was a three-way tongue swap that was exciting as hell.

    ‘Mmnnn… uuhnnnnn… oohhnnn… mmmnnnnn,’ Jason moaned as he slathered his tongue from one mouth to the other. Then he broke with a little gasp and groaned louder, ‘Awwwhhh… ohhhh, fuck… .ohhh, man, I’m coming!’

    Tony dove down in the sleeping back, obviously to take his load, maybe so he wouldn’t mess up their sleeping bag. My cock was so hard it was drilling into the ground as I humped the thick grass. They didn’t stop. When Tony came back up he had his mouth full of semen that he shared with Jack. They tried to share it with Jason but he snapped his head aside and tightened his lips. When they had swapped the warm semen several times they swallowed then began nibbling on Jason’s tits. He wasn’t going to get much sleep. I didn’t either till I finally emptied my nuts in my swimsuit.

    Next morning when Jason crawled out of the sleeping bag he was without his thong, and probably without a half dozen loads of come. I wondered what all they had done with him during the night.

    ‘Where are your buddies?’ I asked.

    ‘They said they were going down to the lake for a swim. It’s too cold for me,’ he said.

    ‘Looks like you’re missing something,’ I said.

    He searched the sleeping bag and found the thong which he slipped on, and I handed him his other swimsuits to put on.

    ‘I want my jeans, too, and my T-shirt. It’s chilly.’

    I gave him his jeans and T-shirt then rolled up the borrowed sleeping bag and was tying it up just as the Jack and Tony came up from the lake, dripping wet.

    ‘Geezusss, how do you guys stand that cold water?’ I asked.

    ‘It’s invigorating,’ Jack said, reaching for a towel that hung on a limb.

    ‘Yeah, like you guys need more invigorating,’ Jason scoffed.

    They laughed, their tight, hard abs rippling in unison.

    ‘Hey, thanks for sharing him with us,’ Tony said to me.

    ‘I don’t think I could’ve stopped him,’ I said.

    ‘Do you guys want to have breakfast with us?’ Jack asked.

    ‘We probably need to be heading back,’ Jason said.

    I was surprised he wanted to leave. Before he could resist the two bodybuilders pulled him into a three-way goodbye hug and tried to kiss him goodbye but he turned his head. We all shook hands and Jason and I headed back to where I was parked.

    ‘So, did you get any sleep?’ I asked as I was pulling out.

    ‘Not much. Damn, I don’t know what all those guys did to me.’

    ‘They didn’t force you into anything you didn’t want to do, did they?’ I asked.

    ‘No. They tried but when I resisted, they didn’t press it.’

    ‘What’d they try?’

    ‘They tried to fuck me. I’m just glad they didn’t try to force me. Not much I could’ve done about warding off all those muscles.’

    ‘But you enjoyed your stay with them,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, I didn’t realize that being sandwiched between two heaps of muscle like that could feel so good. When I wouldn’t let them fuck me, Tony sort of dry-fucked me, slid his cock along the crack of my ass. I gotta admit, it felt sort of good, especially when he shot his load all over my butt. Mann, it was hot.’

    ‘Do you want to come back again sometime?’ I asked.

    ‘Sure. But I need to get home. Listen, could I take a shower at your house? I smell like sex. I’ve got dried come all over me.’

    It was the first and only time that I kissed Jason, and I didn’t take him back to the lake. I don’t know why, it just never happened.

    Part II

    His muscles glistened in the sun, sweat pouring out of his pores. Okay, so he wouldn’t let me lick the sweat off his muscles out there in the yard. But I wanted to taste his sweat. I took the glass back inside and heard the lawn mower shut off. I went into the garage and let the tailgate down and tossed the mattress in the bed of the truck. Jason brought the mower in and I put the garage door down. He came around to the back of the truck wiping sweat with his shirt.

    ‘Don’t,’ I said, taking the shirt from him, and I leaned in and began licking the sweat off his muscles. He sat on the tailgate and leaned back a little. I groped the front of his shorts.

    ‘Ohhh… ohh yeah… but I wanta fuck you,’ he said.

    ‘Okay, but first you promised me sweat,’ I said as I tugged his shorts down. I took them off of him and he laid back on the truck in his jockstrap and work boots.

    ‘Okay, lap it up,’ he said, setting his legs wide.

    I dove for his crotch, drinking in the manly aroma. I loved the smell of fresh sweat, not too old, mixed with a trace of deodorant and his natural man-smell. I lapped my tongue up in the crevice between his bulging jockstrap and the apex of his thigh, then went to the other side. I nuzzled in under the heavy bulge. I sucked the aroma out of his jockstrap and felt his cock begin to rise. His jockstrap, my favorite, was old and worn and dingy, with little pick-holes that were gradually growing into tears. I loved clamping my mouth over it and finding the tiny holes with my tongue. I shoved my shoulders under his thighs and stood up, raising him up with me and pressed his legs up against his chest.

    ‘Hold your legs up for me,’ I said.

    He locked his arms around his legs and tilted his butt up off the mattress, spread wide, framed in the straps of his jockstrap. I leaned down and buried my face between the tight, round muscles and began lapping the crack of his ass. Godd, he tasted good. The male-sweet musk was always the best there and I lapped it up hungrily.

    ‘Damn, you fuckin’ like my sweat, don’t you?’

    ‘Love it,’ I said. I pulled his butt apart, stretching his hole open and flicked my tongue into the opening.

    ‘Ohhh… .Awwwh, that feels so good! Shit, you always torture me, flicking your tongue around the edge like that… .please, shove it in and give me some good tongue.’

    I would, but not right away. I tortured him first, till I had him almost squealing and thrashing his butt around like he was in heat. Then I tongued him. I washed the inside of his ass with my tongue. Then I worked a finger in. I barely found his prostate when he let out a groan and grabbed my wrist.

    ‘No… Godd, I can’t stand it when you do that… .you’re gonna make me come, and I don’t wanta come yet. I want to fuck you.’ With that he raised up and stepped off the truck bed and turned me around in his favorite position, bent over the tailgate. I spread my legs, set my feet out wide, ready for him.

    ‘Damn, you’ve got a great ass,’ he said as he caressed my butt and pressed his jock in the crack.

    It felt like he had about ten pounds of meat stuffed in his jockstrap and I trembled a little, as I always did, as I imagined it being buried in my ass. Maybe he did have ten pounds, including his bull-sized balls. Then I felt the heat of his bare cock. It was gone for a moment but returned, hot and slick with lubricant. I braced myself as he set the head on target. Then he clamped his big hands around my hips and pushed. He was never brutal, but he didn’t treat me like a pussy either. He pushed relentlessly till the head popped in and without pause, buried his cock slowly till his hard, hairy loins pressed against my butt. It always took my breath away when he entered me, like he was pushing the air out of my lungs, not to mention the way he stretched my asshole so wide with his girth the size of a baseball bat. He paused only for a few seconds before he started fucking me.

    ‘Ohhhhhhhh, every time I do this it’s like the first time. Godd, I love the feel of your ass squeezing my cock,’ he said.

    Knowing I was in for a ride, I reached out and grabbed the top corners of the mattress to hang onto. The kid could fuck! He angled his cock upward and banged the head against the base of my spine, raised up on his toes to aim down for my prostate. I cried out when he hit it, but not for him to stop. He caused a strange sort of pain that I liked, followed by the incessant feeling that I had to come as he slid his cock back and forth across my love nut. Then he fucked me straight in, pounding the sphincter/barrier that he’d found, beating at the tight O-ring till it began to open up. I could feel it expanding with each thrust till suddenly he burst through it into that no-man’s-land that literally no man had ever reached before. He fucked the head of his cock back and forth through the tight ring, pulling and stretching it and causing havoc with my emotions. I wanted to scream, and I decided right then and there that we had to move this out someplace where we could be alone and fuck with abandon.

    He pulled back then till my sphincter was locked tightly around the rim of his cock. I loved it when he did this. He would tug back, stretching and pulling my asshole practically inside out, till the head popped free then he would fuck back through the gaping hole and do it again. He picked up his pace and fucked me hard, just back and forth through my sphincter, popping my asshole with each thrust and withdrawal. Then he slammed his cock all the way in me, banging against the barrier and through the second sphincter. I buried my face in the mattress to stifle my scream. As usual, he fucked my eyeballs out. He fucked me silly and he knew it and he loved doing it. He loved to make he yell and groan and scream and beg him to fuck me and beg him to stop and beg him not to. He loved to see me clawing the mattress, trying to hang onto my sanity.

    ‘I’m gonna fuck it deep in you, as far as I can go,’ he said as a matter of warning.

    I thought he had been fucking me as far as his cock could reach, but that’s not what he meant. He showed me what he was saying. He shoved his cock in deep and used tiny strokes to fuck back and forth through my O-ring, non-stop, till suddenly I felt the heat of his come bursting into my innermost love-channel. He scalded me with it and the heat spread through my body. It was so different than getting it shot in my ass; this was searing the depths of my soul.

    He emptied his balls in me and held me tight till his cock had spurted out every last drop of come and my O-ring kept squeezing around the head till it gradually pulled back and the hole closed up till the next time. He took his time pulling his cock back through my guts and at the end of it he tugged on my sphincter a few times with the rim of the head before he pulled free. I heard his cock slap against his thigh with a soft smack. He staggered to turn around and sit beside me on the tailgate.

    ‘Goddam, that really takes it out of me,’ he gasped as he rubbed his hand over my much-abused butt.

    ‘Shit, I can’t even get up,’ I said. ‘My legs are numb from shaking so bad.’

    ‘As soon as I get my strength back in my legs, I’ll stand up and help you up,’ he said.

    When he pulled me up, I staggered and he steadied me against him, chest against chest, and it was the closest we had ever come to an embrace since we had kissed. I had only to lean in a couple of inches and I could’ve kissed him but of course I didn’t. He gave me a funny, almost frightened look, and we moved apart.

    ‘One of these days my dad’s going to come looking for me and wonder what the hell’s going on in here,’ he said.

    ‘I’ve thought about that. I’ve already got the solution.’

    ‘What is it?’

    ‘I’ll show you next time you come over; it’ll be ready.’

    I was prompted to put in the alarm when his dad did come looking for Jason one day when he wasn’t there. He was acting kind of funny, I thought; uneasy and without a prompt answer when I asked him what he needed him for. I decided it was a good time to take that bull by the horns.

    ‘Look, Jim, if you’re worried about Jason… .anything inappropriate… .don’t be,’ I said. ‘He’s a great kid, and we have a great relationship, but it’s not that kind of relationship.’

    He looked down, kicking his heel in against the sidewalk. ‘I, uh… I admit it did cross my mind,’ he said, rather embarrassed. ‘But thanks for saying it, and I’m sorry I even thought it.’

    ‘From what I hear about the girls, I seriously doubt that anybody could even start up that kind of relationship with your son,’ I told him.

    ‘You probably hear more about the girls than I do,’ he said.

    ‘That’s because I’m not his dad.’

    ‘I’m sorry for my suspicions,’ he said again.

    ‘Don’t be sorry. That’s your job. If he were my son I would be just as protective. And if I ever had a son, I would want him to be just like Jason. You’ve raised an exceptional young man there, Jim.’

    ‘Well, the jury’s still out on that,’ he said.

    ‘If he shows up, I’ll send him home,’ I said.

    ‘No, that’s okay, I can see him at dinner,’ he said.

    So I had that out of the way… something that had been on my mind for quite a while… but I had the alarm put in to cover my ass. I felt guilty as shit, giving the man reassurances while I was having sex with his son, and even plotting ways to protect out little love nest in the garage. A tiny electric eye was attached to the front corner of the house that would detect anyone walking up the drive and sound a quiet alarm inside the garage and in the house, giving us the seconds we needed to get ourselves straightened up and the door unlocked before his dad possibly appeared on the scene. It saved our asses just once but that was worth the price of the alarm. I heard the mower shut off and a moment later Jason came in from the yard through the side door where I was waiting on the tailgate.

    ‘Man, I’ll bet we’ve got more miles on the tailgate of your truck than you have on the odometer,’ he joked. He wasn’t wearing his jockstrap today and his cock bulged against the sweat-soaked material of his shorts. He pulled them off and as a matter of course he climbed up in the back of the truck and squatted down over my face for me to lick the sweat off his balls and suck it off his cock and out of his crotch, and my favorite place, his ass. He didn’t linger after he thought I had him cleaned. He climbed back off the truck and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He took the tube of lube that I’d laid there and greased up his cock and my asshole and gently but firmly entered me.

    He let me get used to it, not by holding still, but by sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass till I stopped wincing and groaning. Then he started fucking me, setting his own pace, his own rhythm. He knew that any way he did it was okay with me. It didn’t matter where his cock was in my ass, he knew he could drive me wild with it. We were fucking like crazy when suddenly the alarm sounded; a soft, half-dozen beeps.

    ‘Oh, Geesuss, I’ll bet that’s my dad!’ he gasped as he jerked his cock out of me so fast I was afraid he might have turned my guts inside out. He snatched up his shorts and pulled them on while I scrambled into my cutoffs. He hustled out the side door while I tossed the mattress aside and rushed to open the overhead door. Sure enough, his dad was coming up the driveway.

    ‘Hey Dalton,’ I greeted him casually, praying the guilt didn’t show on my face.

    ‘Is Jason here?’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah, he’s out working in the yard,’ I said, nonchalant as hell.

    He went out the side door and I went over to peer out the rear window. I didn’t know what Jason was doing… .he had already brought the mower in… but I saw that he had grabbed the spade on the way out the door. He was digging up a spot along the fence. When I saw him from the side I thought, Godd, don’t let his dad see him like that! His shorts were still bulging terribly from his hardon and if he moved just right, the damn thing would jump right out of the leg of his shorts!

    ‘Hey, dad,’ he greeted him without turning completely around.

    ‘Hey, Jason.’ He didn’t say anything else for a minute and I was sure that he had come to check on his son again.

    ‘Ben wants to create a flower bed along the fence. I was just digging it up,’ he said.

    ‘Okay. Your mom said she thought you went over to Braden’s house but when she called you weren’t there.’

    ‘No, Braden wasn’t going right home so I came by here to get a head start on this project,’ Jason said. He sounded convincing enough, but I wasn’t sure from the look on his dad’s face, if he had convinced the man. Ben came back in the garage.

    ‘He’s one hell of a worker,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah, he appreciates you giving him the work,’ he said.

    ‘Oh, I’m not giving him anything,’ I assured him. ‘He earns every dollar I pay him. I’m finally managing to get caught up on all the projects I wanted to do.’

    ‘Well, he appreciates the chance to earn the money.’

    I had the feeling I had slipped back a couple of paces; I was sure his dad was suspicious of something going on. I took it head on again. I told Jason what I was going to do. I went down to the house the first time I saw Jason working out in their yard. I told Dalton that I wanted to invite him and Jason to go on a camping trip with me that weekend. Inviting Jason and his dad, I couldn’t be accused of any ulterior motives or unsavory ideas.

    ‘Jason could bring a friend along,’ I went on.

    ‘I’d like to… .sounds like fun… .but I’m going to be away this weekend,’ he said. ‘Maybe some other time.’

    ‘Or, Jason could still invite a friend along,’ I said. The timing was right… Dad would be gone… and I didn’t want to put it off till later when he could go.

    ‘Yeah, that’d be great. I could invite Braden,’ Jason said, quickly picking up on his cue.

    ‘Okay, then the four of us can make a weekend of it sometime,’ his dad said.

    The next time Jason saw me he asked, ‘Hey, you didn’t really want me to invite anybody along, did you?’

    ‘Not unless you want to,’ I said.

    ‘I would if it was somebody I thought I could trust.’

    ‘We’ll manage by ourselves, then,’ I said.

    The site I had picked out for camping was in the uppermost reaches of a twenty-thousand acre park, way past the wilderness campgrounds. I wasn’t even sure it was part of the park. There were never any signs that anyone had been there. We had to hike up the hills to reach the site.

    ‘Is this someplace you’ve been to before?’ Jason asked as we reached the top where the hills began to level off.

    ‘Yeah. I decided awhile back that this is were I needed to bring you, where we can be as loud as we want.’

    ‘Are you sure nobody will come along, cause I can make you get awfully loud,’ he said.

    ‘If they do, do you think they’ll believe what they see?’ I said, laughing.

    We didn’t come to camp or enjoy the scenery or go on nature hikes. The only scenery I noticed was Jason. We came for sex and we got right to it. Even before we set up the tent, I was on my knees sucking his huge cock. He fucked me in the grass and I let it go, yelling at the top of my lungs, screaming when he burst my O-ring with the head of his cock. Only after he had shot off a tremendous load did we set up the tent. The boy was insatiable, as if the woods and the open air were pumping his testosterone to dangerous levels. Part way through I was thinking I could’ve used some help, and thought of who I might invite to come along some time. I didn’t keep score. All I knew was that it would have taken a stack of scorecards. It was the most incredible time of my life, and Jason said it was for him too. He couldn’t believe anything could be so great. I couldn’t believe he could keep his cock hard for so many hours out of the day and night. I didn’t believe a pair of balls on a teenager could produce so much come!

    When we headed back down at the end of the weekend I wasn’t sure my legs would carry me, they were so shaky. Jason said his were, too, and that his butt was sore from all the work.

    ‘Your butt!’ I exclaimed. ‘What about my butt?’

    The warm spring was heading toward summer and with it would come Jason’s graduation. It was hard to realize that we had so much under our belt already. I was concerned about him. He still dated girls once in awhile but he never talked about making out with any of them. I didn’t pry but I did bring it up in a roundabout way. We were coming back from another camping trip.

    ‘Jason… ‘

    ‘Yeah? Something wrong?’

    ‘No, not really, I’ve just been thinking about something. We both know the sex is great… ..’

    ‘Unbelievable,’ he said.

    ‘Pretty much beyond description,’ I agreed. ‘But I’ve wondered about you and… girls.’

    ‘I’m still dating girls,’ he said. He sounded a little defensive and that bothered me.

    ‘But you spend a lot of your time with me. Not that I’ve got any complaint about that, but I’ve thought it might be well if you spent more time with people your own age. I think your dad would feel better about it, too.’

    ‘Has my dad said anything?’ he asked with a look of horror.

    ‘No, but I still get the impression that he has some suspicions. Besides, I’m not… well, what we’ve got… it isn’t the sum total of what sex should be, especially for a young guy like you.’

    ‘You think I should spread myself around, huh?’ he joked. ‘Or are you afraid I might be turning gay?’

    ‘I don’t believe anyone turns gay. You are or you aren’t; it’s only a matter of discovery and admission.’

    ‘And you think I might discover that I’m gay, is that it?’

    ‘No. I think you’re a straight stud who loves having sex with a man,’ I said.

    ‘Hey, I’ve thought about it, too,’ he said, as if to put me at ease. ‘And I’ve been thinking of a way to make that discovery, one way or the other.’

    ‘How?’ I asked, a little surprised and concerned that he had been thinking that he needed to find out about himself. ‘I never heard of anyone planning their discovery. Mostly, it just happens… the realization. It’s more a matter of facing it.’

    ‘I’ll show you next time we go camping,’ he said.

    I didn’t pursue it but I couldn’t wait till we went camping again. Meanwhile, I had more and more uneasy feelings about Jason’s dad. If he ever found out I didn’t know what he would do; probably kill me. I began to worry enough that I thought about breaking it off with Jason. But of course, I didn’t; I couldn’t.

    ‘Actually, Jason, I sort of thought you might’ve gotten a good idea how you feel from spending the night in that sleeping bag with those two bodybuilders,’ I said with a thoughtful smile.

    ‘Well, I found out I like the feel of another guy’s muscles against me,’ he admitted.

    We were driving up to the park. Actually Jason was driving his new Jeep that he’d gotten as an early graduation present. He took a folded piece of paper out of the console.

    ‘I should be ashamed to admit that things have been so one-sided all this time. I intend to remedy that; and make my big life’s decision in the process.’ He handed me the paper.

    I unfolded it, my hands shaking. ‘Ben; On this trip I promise to even things out between us by the following: (1) I will suck your cock (2) I will suck your balls (3) I will eat out your ass (4) I will let you fuck me, and (5) I will do anything else you might think of for me to do. Signed… Jason.

    I was stunned, but equally impressed by his simple, open honesty. It sounded almost boyish, the way he wrote it.

    ‘Jason… .no… you don’t have to do this,’ I said, my voice a bare whisper.

    ‘Yeah, I do. You see, it says I promise.’

    ‘That’s not a promise you have to keep,’ I said.

    ‘Yeah… .yeah, I do. I don’t break promises,’ he said firmly. ‘Oh, there’s one more thing,’ he said, taking the paper from me. ‘I can’t believe I forgot to put it down.’ He got a pencil from the sun visor and motioned for me to turn my back for him to write on. He scrawled something and handed it back to me.

    He had written, (6) I will swallow your load.

    I almost choked with emotion.

    ‘Jason… .don’t… .don’t do something you’re going to regret. You don’t have to prove anything to me,’ I said.

    ‘My only regret will be if I don’t do it,’ he said. ‘I’m not saying I’m going to like it… any of it… but at least I’ll know.’

    ‘You will also know that you did all of these things, and that’ll be with you for the rest of your life, especially if you turn away from all of this someday,’ I warned.

    ‘Hey, if I’m as straight as I know I am, I can handle the experience,’ he said with great confidence.

    We found the same spot and were setting up the tent.

    ‘Wait, I think we’re supposed to be doing something else before we set up the tent,’ Jason said.

    I looked around with the mallet in mid-air and saw him on his knees over in the thick grass. I dropped the mallet, too stunned to move for a moment.

    ‘Wanta bring that over here and let’s see how I do,’ he said.

    I walked over to him, undoing just the top button of my jeans, knowing full well that I should have packed us up and got the hell out of there. But he wasn’t twelve or thirteen years old anymore. He was eighteen, considered a man. It was all the justification I needed.

    ‘You gotta finish it,’ I said, indicating the rest of the buttons on my jeans. ‘Gives you that many chances to change your mind.’

    ‘I don’t change my mind on a promise,’ he said as he unbuttoned my fly. He pulled my jeans down rather roughly, taking my briefs with them, down to my knees. My cock fell free and hung out in his face.

    ‘That fucker is big,’ he said.

    ‘Is that the giant cock calling the big cock big?’ I chided him.

    He didn’t pause to give any thought to what he was about to do. He lifted my cock in one hand and put his mouth around it. I gasped but didn’t cry out. Something made me not want to display that he was making it so good; if he didn’t think it felt good, maybe he wouldn’t do it and wouldn’t go on with the rest of his promise. Badly as I wanted him to… I ached for it… I wanted to spare him. He didn’t suck like he was enjoying it, but more as if it were something he had to do; indeed, a promise he had to keep. My cock didn’t care; it didn’t know the difference. It got so hard he could only take about a third of it. He tried several times to take it in his throat like I did him, but I stopped him.

    ‘Hey, you don’t have to swallow it,’ I said.

    ‘I wish I could. I want to,’ he said.

    ‘No, it’s okay. Swallowing my cock wasn’t on your list of promises,’ I said.

    ‘Fuck, I’m glad.’

    ‘You don’t even have to finish what you’re doing,’ I said.

    ‘I’m not going to finish it right now,’ he said as he ducked down and sucked my balls. ‘I’m saving that till later.’

    As he sucked on my balls he urged me down to the ground, on my back in the thick grass. He stretched out between my legs and began lapping his tongue under my balls, along the crack of my ass. I didn’t resist when he crooked his muscular arms under my legs and lifted them up. He was going to do it all, and I thought maybe he wanted to get it out of the way; fulfill his promise and get it behind him with a firm decision that he was straight. I wanted him straight. I wanted him gay if it meant that he would spend the rest of his life with me, but it was too much to hope for, and I wanted him to be straight for his own sake, for his own life.

    ‘UUhhnnnnn,’ I moaned as he began lapping his tongue up and down the crack of my ass.

    ‘Oh, Mann, this tastes better than I thought it would,’ he said. ‘You smell so good.’

    He lapped and tongued my ass hungrily, as if he were really enjoying it. He pulled my butt apart, stretched my hole wide open and flicked his tongue at the opening. He seemed reluctant but he gradually worked his tongue deep inside my ass.

    ‘Fuck, that’s nice,’ he said. ‘Your asshole feels like warm velvet.’

    He tongued my ass longer than he sucked my cock. I think he really liked doing it. He reached over and got his jeans and dug a small tube out of the pocket. ‘Looks like you’re ready for the next step,’ he said as he lubed up his ass.

    ‘Jason, you might want to reconsider… consider your promises kept,’ I said.

    ‘Can’t.’

    ‘Jason… it’s going to hurt.’

    ‘I know. I’ve hurt you enough times.’

    ‘But I… .I’m used to it, and I know what it’s going to feel like after a couple of minutes.’

    ‘So, I’ll find out, won’t I?’ Then, very matter-of-factly, he laid on his back and cocked his knees up, setting his feet wide apart. ‘Is this the way you want me?’

    ‘Yes,’ I managed to say. ‘That’ll do fine.’ I finished lubing up my cock and laid the tube aside. Then I inched closer on my knees in the grass to touch the head of my cock to his hole.

    ‘Listen, if it really hurts, no matter how much I might holler or beg you to stop, don’t. Okay?’

    ‘I don’t know if I can do that,’ I said.

    He pressed his hand against my chest as if to stop me. ‘Promise me,’ he said. ‘I want to do this. I have to do it. So fuck me, like I fuck you.’

    ‘All right,’ I agreed.

    He lay back and lifted his legs up, offering his virginal body to me. I probed at the elastic of his ass and pushed his hole in and out several times.

    ‘That don’t feel so bad,’ he said.

    ‘I’m not in yet,’ I said.

    ‘I know.’

    I got a good hold around his thighs and pushed hard, pulling his thighs tightly against me. He let out a little gasp of surprise, then winced, then suddenly his mouth flew open and his eyes popped and he acted like he couldn’t breath.

    ‘Is that hurting?’

    He nodded furiously.

    ‘I can stop.’ I should have, but he’d told me not to, no matter what.

    He shook his head furiously and tried to force his ass around my cock but the pain stopped him. True to his request, and my promise to him, I inched deeper. He let out a little gasping moan and I gave him some more.

    ‘Squeeze your ass around my cock as hard as you can,’ I said. ‘It’ll hurt worse, but not as long.’

    His asshole had its own set of muscles that threatened to squeeze my cock right off. I moaned, he squeezed so tight. But when he relaxed, I shoved more of my cock in him. His insides quivered.

    ‘All of it,’ he whispered. ‘I want all of it. Make me feel it.’

    I shoved the remaining inches in him and he let out a loud moaning gasp of relief. We held still while my cock throbbed inside him and his asshole began to settle down. Then I started fucking him.

    ‘Can you find that spot with your cock?’ he asked.

    ‘Yes.’

    I nudged and worked his insides like a fine instrument till I found his prostate; the firm-spongy organ that was his love nut. I nudged it and slid the head of my cock back and forth across it.

    ‘Awwwhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ he cried out, tossing his head back in the grass.

    ‘Sounds like I found it,’ I said.

    ‘Awwwwhhhhh, did you ever! Fuck, it makes me feel like I wanta come already!’

    ‘It’ll feel like that but you can hold it off for a long time,’ I said.

    ‘Fuck me there,’ he said. ‘Make me come doing that.’

    I knew I couldn’t reach deep enough to stretch the barrier of his O-ring unless it was located closer than mine was and I hadn’t felt the drum-head yet, so I made do with his prostate. I wasn’t brutal, but like he did me, I fucked him hard like I thought he would want it. He would not want to be treated like a pussy. To be too gentle would be like I was making love to him, which I wanted desperately to do, but I didn’t think he would go for it.

    ‘You can work up more than one load, can’t you?’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah, how many do you want?’

    ‘Two at least,’ he said. ‘I want to see what it feels like if you come in me, but I gotta swallow a load, too.’

    ‘No, you don’t gotta,’ I said.

    ‘Okay, I want to,’ he said.

    ‘No, you don’t. If you do, it’ll be because of your dumb promises,’ I said.

    I fucked him far longer than I intended; longer than I thought he could handle it. He seemed to like it. No, he loved it. He acted under me like I did under him.

    ‘You’re about to feel it,’ I said. ‘Are you getting close?’

    ‘Just keep your cock pounding my prostate, that’ll get me off,’ he said.

    It was a glorious dual climax. I warned him that I was coming and he no more than felt the first spurts of come deep inside his ass and he started going off himself. He clung to me like a life preserver as he writhed and convulsed through his climax. I kept fucking him, slow and easy and deep, as he hung onto me, till he finally let go and relaxed in a heap of muscle under me. I gave him a few more strokes then gently pulled my cock out.

    ‘Ohhh, Goddd… how long before my ass closes up?’ he asked weakly.

    ‘It may take a few minutes.’

    ‘That was great. I could really feel you shooting in me. It was so hot. I can feel it running out of my ass, there must have been a lot of it.’

    ‘No more than you’ve got all over you,’ I said.

    Jason ran his fingers through the pools of thick come. He scooped some up on two fingers. ‘I think I’ll try this,’ he said and put his fingers in his mouth. He licked them off and swallowed. He made a face.

    ‘You don’t like it, do you?’

    ‘Don’t matter,’ he said.

    All of that before we set up the tent. We ate supper… MREs that I picked up at the army surplus store, then Jason was anxious to fulfill his last promise.

    ‘I’m ready for dessert,’ he said with a sly grin.

    ‘It’s not going to taste like any dessert you ever had,’ I warned him.

    He didn’t argue. He laid down with his head on my thigh and began sucking my cock. He sucked it lovingly, almost with a reverence, and I thought he might be enjoying it too much. Certainly, it wasn’t like he was merely keeping a promise.

    ‘Warn me when you’re getting close,’ he said.

    ‘Okay.’

    I held off as long as I could. I would’ve liked for him to spend the night down there but I thought he might want to finish it so I worked it up.

    ‘This is your last chance to get off of it,’ I said.

    He kept on sucking me.

    ‘I’m coming!’ I gasped. I half expected him to jerk away at the crucial second but I should have known better. He clung to my cock, sucking all the harder, lashing the head with his tongue as he had learned from me. Suddenly I burst into a bell-ringing climax, shooting long, thick ropes of come into his hot mouth. He moaned, I think with surprise, and kept sucking dutifully. I filled his mouth and held my breath to see if he would spit it out or swallow it. He gulped it down. With a grimace on his handsome face he swallowed a second time and I filled his mouth a third time. He held my cock in his mouth for a respectable time then raised up. His cheeks were bloated and I thought he was going to lean over and spit the last of my load into the grass but he tossed his head back and gulped it down like a man.

    ‘Geezusss, Fuck!’ he swore, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Fuck, that stuff tastes awful!’

    ‘Well, you had to find that out for yourself, didn’t you?’ I said.

    ‘Yeah. Yeah, I did. And now I know. I’m going down to the stream and try to wash my mouth out.’

    When he came back he ducked into the tent and stretched out on his half of the double sleeping bag with one arm curled under his head. I turned out the lantern and the tent was cast in a soft glow from the moon shining against it.

    ‘None of it was as bad as I expected,’ he said quietly.

    ‘Not even the taste of come?’ I chided him.

    ‘No, it wasn’t all that bad,’ he said. ‘I’ve still got the taste in my mouth, and it’s not so bad. And getting fucked… I couldn’t admit it to anyone but you, but that was awesome. And your ass tasted good… it surprised me. I liked the feel of the inside of your ass. I liked the feel of your cock in my mouth.’

    ‘Is all of this adding up to something?’ I asked.

    ‘I don’t know. I guess it should add up to me being gay. But I don’t feel gay, and I don’t think I am. I think I’m just like you said, a straight dude who likes having sex with other guys.’

    ‘That’s better than a label,’ I said.

    ‘Do you know for sure that you’re gay, Ben, or maybe you… .’

    ‘I know I’m gay,’ I cut in. ‘I don’t have any desire for women at all.’

    ‘I’ll bet you would if you had your choice between a gorgeous, built woman and a sloppy-fat guy.’

    ‘Okay, in that case I would go for the woman,’ I said. ‘But I’m not sure what I could do for her.’

    ‘Trust me, she would find something to do for you,’ he said.

    Jason invited me to his graduation. He asked if he could change at my house so he could surprise his parents in his cap and gown. I think I was as proud as his parents. I gave him five one hundred dollar bills for graduation. He almost cried. Afterwards he came back to my house to change out of his gown and that’s when I made the discovery that rocked me to the bones. I hadn’t been in the room when he donned his gown but I went upstairs for him to change out of it. When he shrugged it off, he was naked underneath!

    ‘Geezuss, Jason! You were naked all evening?’

    He roared with laughter. ‘Yeah, about a half a dozen of us were. Including two girls.’

    I let my eyes rake over his perfectly muscled body. ‘Well, get some clothes on while there’s still time,’ I said.

    ‘Hey, we can make time,’ he said, groping at his manhood.

    ‘No, your parents have a party prepared for you,’ I said.

    ‘What about our party?’ he asked.

    ‘When everything else calms down, then wherever you want to go,’ I said.

    ‘There is a place I would like to go,’ he said.

    ‘Where?’

    ‘I’ve seen these XXX-Video stores; I’d like to go in one.’

    ‘Well, you are eighteen, old enough to get in on your own, so I guess there’s no harm in me taking you,’ I said.

    ‘All right!’ he exclaimed. ‘I didn’t know if you would.’

    We walked down to his house to the party. There were other family members and neighbors and a lot of his friends, both male and female. He was very popular with everyone and I felt privileged to know him so well, better than anyone there. I was also glad that he was still so popular with the girls.

    He caught me off to the side once and leaned in to whisper. ‘See that guy over there?’ he said, indicating a stocky, muscular boy with close-cropped hair.

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘He’s one I would like to share things with. He’s a wrestler. And that tall, dark-haired stud over there by the grill.’

    ‘I won’t argue with any of that,’ I said.

    ‘Try to figure something out,’ he said.

    ‘What?’

    ‘Try to figure out a way for me to connect with them.’

    Yeah, I would try to think of something, but I had no idea how to bring the two young studs into our little two-man circle. As it turned out, it didn’t happen. I just didn’t know how to go about it, and I didn’t want him to put himself at risk.

    We went to the video store that Saturday evening. I was glad his parents weren’t home when I picked him up. He came out carrying a small plastic bag.

    ‘I need to go back to your house to change, or change on the way,’ he said.

    ‘Change into what?’ I asked. He looked good to me.

    ‘You told me to package myself. I’ve got the packaging here in this bag but I didn’t want to leave the house wearing it.’

    I drove back home and pulled in back. Jason took my packaging advice to heart. I nearly fainted at the wheel when he came out the back door. He had on his old green gym shorts that looked like they’d been freshly laundered, and a sleeveless muscle-shirt and sneakers with heavy white socks bagging stylishly below his bulging calf muscles. I could tell he had on briefs or a jockstrap that hefted his manhood up into a big bulge.

    I took him to one of my old haunts about an hour away, although I hadn’t been there in a long time. A place called Adam’s Videos. I explained to Jason what to expect when we got there.

    ‘You’re going to be a target for every guy in the place, so stick close to me.’

    ‘We might find some action then?’ he asked eagerly.

    I laughed. ‘More than you can imagine. The way you’re dressed, you need to watch out for rape.’

    ‘You’re the one who told me about packaging,’ he said.

    ‘Shit, if there were laws against indecent sexiness, you would break every one of them.’

    I parked along the side of the building and we went in the side door. I held my breath when we walked in. The clerk recognized me and gave us a big smile of approval, his eyes glued to Jason.

    ‘Two tickets to the theater downstairs, and ten in tokens,’ I said, handing him a twenty.

    The guy eyed Jason. ‘I’ll need some ID,’ he told him.

    Jason dug out his driver’s license from his sock and handed it to the guy.

    ‘Okay. Happy birthday, late.’ He gave me the tokens and the two tickets.

    I led the way to the back where the video booths were located. The place was busy. All six of the big booths with the doors in between were busy, which meant there was a lot of action going on. I took him farther back to the smaller individual booths. There were about a dozen guys standing along the walls, watching and waiting, and I could tell that Jason was what they’d been watching and waiting for, possibly their whole lives. They didn’t just look at him; they gaped at him, followed him with their eyes. I felt like I was exposing the kid to a pack of wolves. Number eight wasn’t lit up, nor number seven. Neither was nine. Number eight was my favorite individual booth. It had a huge hole in the wall adjoining number seven, the size of a small window. A guy could get his entire head through the hole. I knew that from experience on both sides of the wall. Those closest to us watched to see which booth or booths we would go into, ready to pounce. I decided on nine first. Nine and ten were ‘buddy booths’ with a big window in the wall that became transparent when both sides dropped their tokens and punched the buddy buttons. Maybe the guy in number ten would be interested.

    You could almost feel the disappointment when I opened the door to number nine and motioned for Jason to go inside with me. It was crowded in the booth but I didn’t mind. I dropped in a half dozen tokens and motioned for Jason to make a selection. He punched the selector button and previewed all twenty-eight video selections. He started through them again, pausing on the ones he liked best. It started warming up pretty quick in the booth. Jason didn’t say anything. He just stood there rubbing the front of his shorts, his eyes glued to the TV screen. I was going to wait till he really got himself going before I punched the buddy button.

    I ran my hand up under his shirt and started playing with his tits. He moaned and groped his crotch harder.

    ‘You can take it out,’ I said.

    He shoved the front of his shorts down and let the bulging pouch of his jockstrap rest over the waistband. He rubbed the bulge and I watched it grow.

    ‘Are you teasing me?’ I asked.

    ‘No.’ He pulled the jock down and tucked it under his balls. His cock hung out over his balls like a radiator hose.

    ‘What’s the window for, can’t see anything through it?’ he asked.

    ‘I’ll show you. I’m going to punch the buddy button so the guy in the next booth can have a look if there’s anyone in there,’ I said.

    He glanced at the big window. ‘Is that how it works?’

    ‘If he’s got his button punched, yeah, the window becomes transparent.’

    I punched the button and there was a husky-built youth leaning against the wall of his booth with his jeans and shorts down around his knees and his hand wrapped around his nice-sized stiff cock. He saw the window go clear and his mouth dropped in total awe when he saw Jason. I saw his lips form ‘Holy Shit!’

    ‘You’ve got an audience,’ I whispered.

    ‘Good. Let him look.’

    ‘That turns you on, doesn’t it?’

    ‘Fuck, yeah. Not as much as it does him, though, I’ll bet.’

    The guy couldn’t take his eyes off of Jason’s cock which was by now sticking out through his fist by about six inches.

    ‘Do you want to do anything with him watching?’ Jason asked as he pumped his fist back and forth on the shaft.

    ‘If you don’t think he’ll pass out,’ I joked. I maneuvered in front of him and squeezed down on my haunches. The guy next door was peering right up against the window, now. I wet my lips and took Jason’s cock in my mouth. I saw the guy moan. Jason looked over at him and he motioned frantically that he wanted to come over to our booth.

    ‘I think he wants to come over here,’ Jason said.

    ‘There’s not room. Just let him watch,’ I said.

    Jason shrugged. Then the guy motioned for Jason to pull his shirt up and show his body. Jason went him one better and took his shirt off.

    ‘Fuck, man, we’re driving him nuts,’ Jason said.

    ‘There’s going to be a lot of that going on here tonight,’ I said.

    I sucked him for about twenty minutes, sucked his balls, and turned him around and sucked his ass. I was back on his cock when I heard Jason laugh softly. I looked up to see him watching the other guy.

    ‘He just shot off,’ he said. ‘We got him so fuckin’ hot he blew his load.’

    The guy kept gazing at us with a dreamy look on his face but then he ran out of tokens and the window went blank. We heard him leave and someone else come in the booth and lock the door. I left our button on. Tokens dropped and the window went clear.

    ‘It’s some old, fat cruddy guy,’ Jason said.

    ‘Hell, give him a break, let him watch for a minute, then punch the button. Or we’ll go to another booth.’ I sucked Jason’s big cock for another five minutes while the guy jacked off, or tried to find his cock under the rolls of fat, I wasn’t sure.

    There was a scuffle next door as two guys tried to get into the booth at the same time. The window cleared and I saw that they had compromised and both of them were in the booth.

    ‘We’ve got another audience,’ Jason said.

    ‘Turn around, facing the window, let ’em watch you jack off while I tongue your ass.’

    ‘Do you want me to come?’

    ‘No, save it. They’ll get themselves off quickly enough just watching.’

    When the two guys left the booth, I stood up and Jason pulled his jock over his manhood and stuffed everything down inside his shorts.

    ‘Let’s try number eight,’ I said.

    There seemed to be relief when we came out of the booth. The rest of the booths were vacant; everyone was standing around waiting for Jason to come out or for the other buddy booth to empty. I opened the door to number eight and motioned for him to go inside. Before I stepped in behind him there was already a lean-built college-kid type who quickly slipped into number seven before anyone could beat him to it. I plugged the machine and Jason flipped to the movie he’d been watching before, of a big, burly muscular youth fucking a smaller, slender boy on the back of a pickup. Maybe it reminded him of us.

    Through the wide hole in the wall I saw a pair of knees focused toward the hole and a hand close to the hole. I reached down and groped Jason’s shorts. Boldly the guy next door put his hand through the hole and rubbed Jason’s thigh. Jason jumped then settled as he looked down to watch the bodiless hand moving up and down his leg. The hand came around to his crotch, vying with mine for the huge bulge inside the green shorts. I let him have it and his hand groped anxiously, checking out the size of it and I heard him moan softly. I turned Jason toward the opening. He smashed himself against the wall with his bulging shorts protruding through it.

    ‘Ohh, Geezussss!’ came the gasp from the other side.

    Jason smiled at me then his smile changed to a pained look of pleasure. The guy was sucking his cock.

    ‘Oh My Goddd,’ the kid kept saying, between sucking on the big dick. ‘Godd, I can’t believe a cock this size! Ohh, it’s so good!’

    ‘He’s pretty good,’ Jason whispered to me.

    ‘Is he taking it all?’ I asked.

    He shook his head.

    ‘He’s only mediocre, then,’ I said.

    The boy’s hand came through between Jason’s legs and squeezed his butt. He moaned when he felt the tight, round muscles and Jason clenched them sexily for him. The boy sucked him for about twenty minutes and Jason was enjoying it, again, maybe too much the way he was twisting his hips around and pressing against the wall.

    ‘Don’t come yet,’ I said.

    ‘Hell, I feel like I could last the rest of the night,’ he said.

    ‘I wanta take you downstairs to the theater,’ I said. ‘Then we’ll come back up and try one of the bigger booths.’

    ‘Now?’

    ‘Yeah, if you’re ready to see a grown man cry when you pull your cock back through the hole,’ I said.

    He eased back away from the hole, the boy’s mouth following him as far as he could before the big cock slipped free from his mouth. Jason stuffed it, wet and glistening, back into his jockstrap and pulled his shorts. I unlocked the door and we stepped outside. There was that air of relief again when they saw us. I led the way back toward the front, to the stairs that led down to the movie theater. It was very dark but I remembered my way. We walked along the wall, past the half-dozen short rows of seats, to the rear wall, behind the counter. I could make out the figures of five other men. Two of them stepped aside to make room for us against the wall. It was a straight video. They didn’t show gay videos in the theater. The point was to attract straight guys, which meant they sold a lot of tickets, to straights looking for blowjobs and to gays looking for straights to suck.

    After a few minutes our eyes grew accustomed to the dark and I could make out the men around us. A couple of old guys in front of us, at the counter, groping a younger guy standing between them. They kept their heads turned, though, to keep an eye on Jason. Two more guys got up from their seats and came around the counter. The guy on the left was an older guy, but trim and he looked tanned. The guy on Jason’s right was younger, maybe thirty, looked like a construction worker. I slipped my hand down behind Jason and played with his butt. He eased out from the wall a little to give me some room. Moments later I felt the worker’s hand on his butt, too. Emboldened by my hand already there, the worker reached down in front and groped Jason’s shorts. A few minutes later I felt him pulling Jason’s shorts down, along with his jockstrap.

    ‘Shit!’ he swore softly when he took hold of Jason’s huge cock. He worked his fist up and down the shaft a few times before he came around and knelt down in front of him.

    ‘Awwhhhhh,’ Jason moaned quietly as the man began sucking his cock.

    Seeing or hearing the action, the others turned their attention to Jason. Even the two guys standing in front of us abandoned the younger guy and turned around to see what was going on. They moved in closer, groping for a feel and gasping or moaning when they felt his size and his muscles. One guy squatted down beside the worker, silently begging, waiting for a turn at the huge cock. The worker didn’t offer it to him but there was plenty of cock for everyone and the guy leaned in and began kissing and licking the shaft. Another guy, after getting a feel of the big cock, ran his hand up Jason’s stomach to his chest. If he was a chest man, I knew he must be in heaven, feeling those thick, hard pecs and his large, taut nipples.

    The man tugged Jason’s shirt up and leaned in to suck on his tits. Jason moaned and pressed his hand around the back of the guy’s head. I leaned in to suck the other one. I was surprised Jason lasted so long; nearly an hour. I hoped he would; I didn’t want him to waste his load down there in the dark; I had plans for that upstairs where guys would be able to see him come. Yeah, I wanted to show him off.

    ‘What about the bigger booths upstairs that you mentioned, what’re they like?’ Jason whispered.

    ‘Do you want to go find out?’

    ‘Yeah, lets go up and check it out.’ He extricated himself from his admirers and the construction worker, resigned to loosing him, stood up and helped him pull his jock and shorts up. He patted him on the butt and thanked him and told him to come back. We went upstairs and three of the men followed us up. The light was on in booth two but booth one was vacant. We went inside and I slipped the lock on the door. I fed the machine and clicked it to a gay video.

    ‘Is that to the other booth?’ Jason asked, nodding to the other door.

    ‘Yeah. If you want company, I can unlock this side. If the other guy is interested he’ll crack the door, or unlock it.’

    ‘Go ahead, unlock it, lets see what happens,’ he said.

    The metallic noise made it clear that we were unlocking our side of the door. I stood Jason against the wall so he would be half-hidden behind the door when it opened. Nothing. Which happened sometimes if the other guy was straight and just wanted to be left alone to jack off. Or maybe he was getting a blowjob, or waiting on us to make the first move. I quietly and carefully pulled on the doorknob and the door came open. Jason moved around where he could get a view. I peered into the other room, surprised to see two guys, stripped naked and going at it. The guy on his knees was probably a college kid. The guy he was sucking was older, maybe forty, still in good shape, tanned, his chest and legs shaved as well as around his big cock. It looked like it was about all the kid could handle, but he was handling it with wet, slurping, deep-throat motions that swallowed the thing whole every thrust. They saw me and didn’t say or do anything so I opened the door wider.

    Jason’s eyes popped when he saw them. Their eyes popped when they saw Jason. The young guy waved us into his booth. I nodded to Jason and he went in.

    ‘Do you want more company?’ I asked the guys.

    The youth looked up at the older guy.

    ‘Sure, the more the merrier,’ the guy said as he boldly reached out and groped Jason’s crotch. ‘Fuck, what’s this!’ he exclaimed.

    I went back to unlock our outside door then went into the other booth and closed the door but not tight. The two guys were already pulling Jason’s shorts down, and off. Then the young guy tugged on his jockstrap. He pulled it to Jason’s knees before his cock swung free and hit him in the face.

    ‘Goddam! That thing is huge!’

    ‘Fuck, how’d you get a cock that big?’ the older guy said. ‘And all these muscles?’ he asked, squeezing Jason’s arm.

    Jason smiled and shrugged.

    The boy started sucking Jason’s cock while the older guy pushed his shirt up to play with his tits.

    ‘Can we get this off of you?’ he asked, tugging on his muscle shirt.

    He and I pulled the shirt off and below, the young guy was taking off Jason’s jockstrap, leaving him naked except for his work boots, socks and his baseball cap.

    ‘Goddam, you’re built!’ the man said, running his hands over Jason’s chest and abs.

    ‘You ought to feel these thighs,’ the younger guy said, then went back to sucking Jason’s cock.

    ‘Hey, what the hell, are you gonna throw rocks at me now that the stud has arrived?’ the man said.

    The boy began taking turns on their cocks. He tried to suck them both at the same time but they were too big. The best he could do was to hold them together and lap at the heads and lick the ball juice off.

    I decided to give the boy a hand. I stepped around him and knelt down to suck the older guy. I was able to take him all the way as easily as the boy did. I watched to see how the boy handled Jason.

    Someone came in the next booth. We heard tokens dropping and a moment later, the sound of the door being pulled open. When he saw us he opened the door all the way. His eyes popped at the four-way that was going on. He came through the door, rather cautiously till he saw we weren’t going to object. His eyes were raking over Jason’s muscular body and he flattened his hand over his abs. Lust and admiration filled his eyes as he felt his muscles upward to his chest and neck, and shoulders and arms, and down to his thighs and calves. He came back up the backside of Jason’s legs, to his butt. There, he knelt down and began kissing it.

    A few minutes later someone else appeared at the door. The guy hadn’t locked the outside door to the other booth. Seeing the five-way, he came in to join us. Seconds later, another guy came in. Then another. There were seven of us I the small room now… then eight… then nine, and it was getting crowded. They were all vying for a feel of Jason’s muscles, a grope at his cock, dying to have a turn at the huge tool. Like a lion with his kill, the young guy was ferociously protective of his meat. And he was doing a good job to justify his stance. He was obviously working and straining and striving to go all the way down on the huge cock, perhaps to prove that he was worthy of it and it wouldn’t be taken away from him. He was doing as good as I could. Jason was going nuts. There were two guys sucking on his tits, another tonguing his ass and still another, who the young guy had allowed close, sucking his balls. Other hands reached out to grope and simply feel his hard muscles.

    At one point I let the older guy’s cock go to someone else and stood up to watch. Besides Jason’s entourage, there were four other guys entangled in their own foursome. Jason looked at me in wide-eyed disbelief, his eyes looking glazed over. His nostrils flared like a young stallion. I hoped he wasn’t getting ready to blow. I wanted these guys to see him shoot, but I was enjoying the show. Not that it mattered. If he wanted to he could work up another voluminous load, barely loosing his hardon. One of the men managed a feel of Jason’s cock when the young kid came up for air.

    ‘Shit, I would like to try that up my ass,’ he said.

    ‘You’re a better man than I am,’ someone else said.

    ‘Do you want to?’ Jason asked him.

    ‘Yeah, I’ll try it.’

    The young guy was visibly disappointed but he relinquished Jason’s cock and I helped him to his feet. The volunteer was stripping off his clothes. When he was naked, right down to his socks he asked, ‘Anybody got any lube?’

    ‘Fuck, you volunteered without having any lube? You’re either the bravest man in the world or the craziest,’ one man said as he took a small tube from his pocket and handed it to the guy.

    ‘Anybody got a condom?’ the guy asked.

    ‘Shit, all you’ve got is the habit,’ someone joked.

    ‘Yeah, I’ve got one, but it ain’t gonna fit that cock.’

    Three guys produced condoms but they were all regular size.

    ‘Do you want to do it bareback?’ the man asked Jason.

    ‘It’s okay with me as long as you’re clean,’ Jason said.

    ‘Stud, you could eat your lunch out of my ass,’ the man said.

    ‘No thanks, I’m not hungry,’ Jason said.

    The man grabbed the chair. ‘Just give me a minute to beg you to take it easy,’ he said, then bent over the chair.

    Jason stepped up behind him and aimed his cock at his hole. The guy closed his eyes and gripped the arms of the chair as Jason pushed. I could tell that through his desire and bravado, he was scared. I knelt down in front of him and took his hands. He squeezed them gratefully.

    ‘You can take him. I do,’ I whispered.

    ‘Thanks. That’s good to know,’ he said. ‘Aaoowwnnhh!’ he cried softly as Jason popped his asshole.

    ‘I know that feeling,’ I said.

    The man’s face was a painful grimace.

    ‘Is that the biggest cock you ever took?’ someone asked.

    ‘It’s… the biggest cock… I ever seen!’ the man exclaimed.

    Like he did with me, Jason didn’t give any quarter. Once he was through, he buried his cock all the way. The man choked down one long, painful groan till he knew he had it all then he let out a gush of air and sucked fresh air back in his lungs.

    ‘Godd, that’s gotta feel wonderful!’ someone said.

    From the man’s face I didn’t think it was feeling all that wonderful yet. He was hurting, but willing to take it to experience the incredible pleasure that he knew that big cock was capable of delivering.

    ‘Man, you’re taking it good,’ Jason said.

    ‘He’s taking it, period, he deserves a medal,’ one man said.

    Jason fucked the guy across the room till I was holding the chair back. It was feeling good now. The guy was moaning and gasping with each thrust.

    ‘It’s feeling better,’ I said.

    ‘Ohh, yess… .Godd, he can fuck! Does he fuck you?’

    ‘All the time,’ I said.

    ‘Is he your nephew?’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah,’ I lied.

    ‘You’re a very lucky uncle.’

    ‘He’s lying,’ Jason piped up. ‘He’s not my uncle, he’s my dad.’

    It was as if the room was instantly froze in motion, everybody gaping at Jason and me.

    ‘No fuckin’ shit! You’re his son?’

    ‘Yeah, he just don’t like to say it in public. But I don’t care. I’m proud of it,’ Jason went on.

    Where the hell was this coming from, I wondered.

    The guy that Jason was fucking motioned for me to stand up. I stood in front of the chair.

    ‘Get up here, dad,’ he said as he grabbed hold of my cock. ‘I’ve never been in a three-way with a dad and son. You deserve to have your cock sucked by the same guy your son is fucking.’ And with that, he took my cock in his mouth. He let out a little squeal from the pleasure of being fucked and sucking my cock at the same time. After several minutes he let my cock go.

    ‘Can we… .change positions?’ he asked Jason over his shoulder.

    ‘Sure, any way you wanta do it,’ Jason said, as he began withdrawing his cock. The men stood around watching the huge cock re-appear out of the guy’s stretched ass. There was a collective gasp with the head popped free.

    ‘My Godd, do you believe that!’

    ‘Do you believe they’re father and son!’

    ‘Do you believe he took all of that in his ass!’

    ‘Do you wanta try it?’ Jason asked the man.

    ‘No. Oh, I would love to, but I couldn’t take it.’

    ‘You?’ he asked another guy.

    ‘No, thanks, I don’t need a new asshole today,’ the man replied.

    The first guy who he’d been fucking stood facing Jason. He put his arms on his shoulders and lifted his right leg up and crooked it around Jason’s hip.

    ‘Can you hold me?’ he asked.

    ‘Sure, no sweat,’ Jason said.

    ‘I didn’t doubt it, with those arms,’ he said.

    Jason wrapped his big hands around the guy’s butt and helped lift him up. The man wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist and raised up with his ass sitting squarely over the big cock. Jason set him on target and the man rode down on it.

    ‘Godd, look at that!’

    ‘OOOhhhhhhh,’ the man moaned as he rode all the way down on the huge cock. He settled his ass against Jason’s pubes. Then he started raising up and down, with the help of Jason’s strength, riding up the huge cock. ‘Ohh, Godd, this is great! Ohhh, shit… you’re going to drive me fuckin’ crazy.’

    ‘Going to? I thought I was,’ Jason said. He got a tight grip on the man’s butt and held him out a little ways and began snapping his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the man’s ass.

    ‘OOhhhhh… AWWWhhhhhh… Awhhhhh, fuck… Ohhhh, fuck me… .!’

    ‘Yeah, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck your eyeballs out,’ Jason growled as he pulled the man’s hips down to meet his thrusts.

    ‘Ohh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh… .how old are you, anyway?’

    ‘Does it matter? Do you want me to stop and show you my ID?’ Jason asked.

    ‘No! No don’t stop! No, it doesn’t matter, just don’t stop!’ The man leaned back at arms length, finally so far that two of us stepped up to cradle him. Two more guys pulled his legs from around Jason’s hips and held them straight out wide and we all held him up while Jason held him around the waist and fucked him hanging in mid air. With his oversized cock pistoning in and out of his ass I don’t think it mattered a fuck how old Jason was.

    ‘Ohhh… OHHHH!… Awwwhhh!… Ohhhh!… Ohhh, Goddd… you’re… hitting… something… where… no… body’s… ever… been… before… .!’

    ‘Yeah, it’s like a second sphincter, deep inside you,’ I said.

    ‘Yesssss… .like he’s found another asshole way up inside me!’

    ‘I know the feeling,’ I said. ‘Like he’s pounding a drum-head, then busting through it.’

    ‘Ohhh, Yessss, Godd… he’s fucking my brains out.’

    ‘Like he’s fucking through a tight O-ring.’

    ‘Oh, Godd, Yess… Ohhh… you’ve got it right. Ohhhh… .ohhh, fuck me you big stud! Give me your load!’

    ‘No, don’t come in his ass, we want to see him shoot,’ someone said.

    ‘Okay… .just make me… .come, then.’

    ‘I can do that,’ Jason said as he rammed his cock in tight and began twisting his hips around in circles.

    ‘OHHHH… OHhhh, Godd… .you’re busting that O-ring wide open! Ohh, fuck, where is all that cock going? Where’re you putting it? I know my ass… my guts… can’t be that deep!’

    ‘Hell, I’m way past your guts,’ Jason said as he twisted and fucked harder. ‘I’m on my way to your throat.’

    Suddenly the man let out a little whimper and laid his head back as he let himself be transported into a state of pure ecstasy. His cock throbbed up over his abs and jerked and quivered, then bolted hard and exploded. He let out a weak moan and let it happen. Come shot out in a wide arch, all over the guy standing holding his head, then on his face, and across his chest.

    ‘You’re fuckin’ coming like a pony,’ Jason said proudly.

    ‘Hell, you’re pounding his load out of him,’ someone said.

    Jason fucked him till he was drained and his body went limp. He slowly pulled his hard cock out of his ass and we maneuvered the man into the chair where he collapsed with a huge smile.

    ‘Oh, My Godd, I’ve never been fucked like that in my life!’

    ‘Damn, I wish I could take it,’ someone said.

    ‘You wanta try it?’ Jason asked him as he worked his fist up and down the thick shaft.

    ‘Godd, no. Look, you can’t even get your hand around it. It would tear me a new asshole.’

    ‘Oh, I needed that, though,’ the well-fucked man said. ‘I needed a new asshole. My old one was fucked out.’

    ‘Are you going to come?’ someone asked Jason.

    ‘Yeah, I’m working it up.’

    ‘Let me help you,’ a man said and leaned down to suck on the head. ‘Warn me when you’re ready so we can all watch.’

    Someone knelt down and sucked on his balls and two more men leaned in to suck his tits again. I knew that together, they would get him over the top pretty quick. He had very sensitive tits and he loved having his balls sucked. After a few minutes his hand speeded up a little and his stomach tightened, the muscles standing out like a plate of armor. Gradually, every muscle in his body tightened, signaling his impending climax.

    ‘Geezuss, look at that. Look at those muscles bulging!’

    His legs began to tremble and the hand on his cock was unsteady. His nostrils flared out like a stallion’s and his eyes were mere slits. The men were in a half-circle in front of him, awaiting the fireworks.

    ‘I’m… .c-c-coming!’ he choked.

    A second later, a thick wad of come shot out of his cock in a long rope and sailed across the booth to splatter against a man’s chest.

    ‘OHhhh!’ he moaned with excitement as he was suddenly bathed in hot come.

    ‘Holy Shit!’

    ‘Goddam, look at that!’

    ‘Like a stallion!’

    During their exclamations, he shot off a couple more, splattering more of the men. They cried out and moaned with excitement. One man dropped to his knees and opened his mouth to offer him a target. Jason lowered his trajectory a little and aimed his cock and blasted a huge wad of come into the guy’s mouth.

    ‘Does he ever stop?’ someone asked.

    ‘He’s not near done,’ I said.

    Other guys were jacking off, jacking each other, sucking furiously and come was flying everywhere from all directions. I realized then that someone was counting.

    ‘Seven… eight… Geezusss, nine!… ten!… Eleven!… Holy Fuck, I never seen anybody come like this! He’s phenomenal!’

    He shot out a few less-powerful spurts and another guy quickly dropped to his knees to receive them in his mouth. As the stuff began to boil out the head still another man knelt down and licked it off then took his cock in his mouth to finish draining him.

    ‘I’ve never seen anything like that in my life! Not even in porn movies.’

    Jason leaned back against the wall, his legs trembling as the man sucked on his cock. His body lurched and he tried to push the man’s head away but he was like a hungry wolf.

    ‘Aww, please… .please, I c-can’t take any more!’ Jason pleaded.

    The man let him push his head away and Jason’s cock fell against his thigh with a soft, wet smack.

    ‘That is the biggest, most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.’

    ‘Damn, it’s bigger than anything I ever seen in my fantasies,’ someone said.

    It was suddenly hot in the booth and it smelled of warm sweat and come. The men began sorting out their clothes and putting them on. Someone handed Jason his jockstrap and two guys steadied him to put it on. One by one they left via the other booth. Jason and I stayed till last.

    ‘That was some show,’ I said.

    ‘Fuck, I loved it,’ he said.

    ‘Yeah, I could tell,’ I said with a smile. ‘Are you ready to go?’

    ‘Yeah, out of this room… it smells like warm come… but I don’t want to leave yet.’

    ‘Now why doesn’t that surprise me?’ I joked.

    ‘I want to go back downstairs,’ he said. He smoothed one hand over the bulge in his shorts and we left the booth and headed for the stairs. There were a few more men than before, probably waiting to see if Jason came back down. Jason led the way and walked straight to the back, behind the counter. It was a little crowded but guys moved and squeezed together to make room for us against the back wall. A couple of the guys recognized us and came right up and started feeling us up. When one guy went down on his knees and pulled on Jason’s shorts and another guy tugged his shirt up, Jason surprised us all. He peeled his shirt off then took off his shorts and jockstrap and stood naked except for his work boots and baseball cap. He handed me his clothes.

    The men moved in on him like wolves on fresh meat. Jason leaned his shoulders back against the wall and enjoyed it. It was like upstairs except the light was dimmer. I loved watching Jason enjoy himself, and the guys going crazy over his muscular young body. They were a polite bunch. There were two or three guys down on their knees at any given time, sharing his big cock. Sometimes two or three serviced his cock at the same time. A couple of guys got off just watching and left. Two more kept looking at their watches and left, too. It went on for at least an hour and it began to thin out till it was down to six or seven guys. There were footsteps on the stairs and a young-looking guy moved into the light at the door for a couple of seconds and made his way to the back. He had a nice silhouette, very masculine and young. He moved cautiously till his eyes grew accustomed to the dark and hands reached out to guide him, and no doubt, to get a feel. A guy standing next to Jason moved down a little to make room for the kid. It was a smart move. Knowing the kid would possibly be attracted to Jason, he would have him in place right beside himself and not standing out there where all those other guys could get their hands on him.

    My eyes were already used to the dark and I could see how young the kid looked and how damned good-looking he was. Fuck, he didn’t look eighteen! Hell, I didn’t care. The boy was quickly able to make out the muscular stud standing beside him and that he was naked. But he didn’t make any move toward him. He just watched. He didn’t even feel his muscles or grope to see what his cock was like. So, he was straight. That had to make the guy next to him happy. A straight guy who came back behind the counter was there for one reason; to get this cock sucked.

    The guy who moved over to make room for him finally made his move and when the kid didn’t try to stop him he undid the boy’s shorts and shoved them down as he went to his knees. The kid let out a soft moan as the guy went down on him. The guy sucking the boy off tugged his shorts and jock down to his knees and the boy simply took them off. Seeing that, another guy pulled his shirt off of him and he was as naked as Jason.

    I had my arm around Jason’s waist and I felt the kid’s hand searching for his butt. Jason jutted his hips out from the wall a little to give him room. The kid brought his other hand up to Jason’s chest and started feeling his muscles. Maybe he wasn’t completely straight after all. Jason was clenching his butt muscles and moving his butt around in the guy’s hand and I figured he was rubbing his asshole. Then Jason let out a little ‘Uhnnnn!’ and I had to figure that the kid has his finger in his ass. The way he started writhing around and jutting his butt back, there was no doubt, the kid was fingering him.

    The kid gradually worked himself in between Jason and the wall. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his pecs and rubbed one hand up and down his abs and played with his tits. All the while he was humping Jason’s butt and Jason was humping back. It was an incredible sight, seeing the two muscular, young studs’ bodies writhing together in a tight embrace. Jason gave back in kind, twisting his hips around and hunkering his butt back to be dry-fucked.

    ‘Oonnhh!’ he gasped suddenly, and threw his head back, and I was stunned to realize that the kid had shoved his dick in his ass! Jason moaned again then let out a soft sigh and I knew the kid was all the way in him. Then there was no doubt as they started to move together. Jason was letting the kid fuck him! Shit, the kid must have thought he’d died and went to heaven.

    The kid fucked him with the hard, wild passion that only a teenager has and Jason responded in kind. He bent over more and more to jut his butt back for the boy’s cock. I wondered how big he was. I wondered for the first time if Jason had let other guys fuck him, besides me; if I had been so naive to think that I was the only one who had ever trespassed beyond his tight sphincter.

    A guy raised up from under the counter where he’d been sucking another guy and the two men left. Seeing the vacancy Jason pulled forward and moved up to take the spot. He leaned over the counter and set his feet wide apart and jutted his butt back for his youthful attacker. The boy moved up between his legs to shove his cock back in him. Jason let out a loud groan. The boy hesitated but Jason reached back with his hand around the guy’s butt and shoved his own butt back to finish the powerful thrust. I was surprised, excited, dumb-founded and a dozen other emotions as I watched the boy fuck the god-like teenager. MY god-like teenager. Through it all, I felt envy. And maybe a sense of betrayal that Jason had let himself be fucked right there in front of all those other guys when I thought I’d been the only one to fuck him that one time.

    ‘Fuck, I love your muscle ass,’ the boy whispered hoarsely as he pounded Jason’s willing butt, hands clasped around his hip bones.

    ‘Awww, I love the way you fuck me,’ Jason said. His head was hung down in humiliation, like a mighty warrior in defeat and being spoiled by his victor. Except there had been no battle. The kid had simply walked in and took him. I wasn’t angry but it really messed with my emotions.

    ‘Ohhhh… Ohhhhh… .Awwwhh, yeah, fuck me… .fuck me!’ Jason moaned.

    ‘Yeah, I’ll fuck you… fuck that tight, hard muscle ass,’ the boy said as he rammed his cock in and out of Jason’s ass.

    ‘My Godd, did you ever see anything like it!’ someone said quietly.

    The kid lasted much longer than I expected he would. Most guys that age don’t have their skills honed that well. He fucked like a pro, just like Jason. The couple of times he paused, Jason kept going, slamming his butt back onto the boy’s cock. He was acting like a mare in heat instead of the stallion I knew him to be. When the boy resumed the last time he didn’t stop. He fucked his own brains out till he was gasping and moaning and his movements were lurching and it was obvious to all that he was coming.

    ‘I’m coming!’ he said loudly as he pounded his cock into Jason’s ass like a pile driver. ‘Awww, FUCK, I’m COMING!’

    I didn’t realize there was someone down under the counter sucking Jason’s cock till he leaned away when Jason reached down to jack himself off. The guy stayed as close as he could, anxiously awaiting his climax. The boy unloaded his balls deep in Jason’s ass. He shuddered and his legs trembled as he pulled out and stumbled back against the wall. Two guys moved in to steady the young fucker and to get their hands on his hard, young body. After a moment, he reached for his clothes.

    Jason was still moaning and jacking himself off and twisting his butt around in the air. ‘OHhh… .Ohh, fuck, I can’t get there. I can’t come… .awww, Dad… .’ he looked over his shoulder and I went up to him. ‘Fuck me, Dad… .fuck me and make me come.’

    I didn’t bother with spit. I aimed my cock and shoved in him. He tossed his head back with a loud cry; obviously, I reached deeper than the boy. I began fucking him. I fucked him hard, almost with a vengeance. A tiny part of me wanted to get even with him and the boy who had fucked him. It was payback time. I got him off. He had himself jutted way back from the counter, his knees bent to almost a squat; he was almost sitting on my cock, riding up and down on it. The guy sucking him was having a hard time staying on his cock. Suddenly, Jason’s head dropped between his hunched shoulders and he sat back hard on my cock and began churning his butt around in circles.

    ‘Awww, you’re doing it!’ he gasped. ‘Awww, yeah… fuck me… fuck me HARD… ..oooohhhhh, DAD… OHhhh, you’re gonna… .make… .me… come!

    Yeah, I was gonna come too! Suddenly he froze like a statue except that his body trembled and his legs shook so bad that he supported his weight on my thighs. Then his body began lurching and his asshole squeezed my cock tight and I felt him go into the spasms of his climax.

    ‘Awwhhnnn,’ the man on his knees moaned.

    Jason’s spasms set me off and I let it fly, spurting thick ropes of hot come deep in his ass. He groaned and sat harder on my cock as he shot off. It was one of his usual long, stupendous climaxes. His weight was almost entirely on my bent legs and my own legs were shaking. The man in front of him was squealing with delight. When he was finally finished, some guys helped us straighten up on our legs and we both staggered back to the wall for support. The man raised up with a happily dazed look on his face. He was drenched with come. The stuff was in his hair and running down his face in streams and his chest was covered with come. It looked like somebody had thrown a bucket of come on him. He was swiping at it and two other guys moved in to help him.

    ‘Goddam, you drenched him!’ one man said as he began licking the warm come off the guy’s chest. Suddenly it turned into a tongue bath as they licked the come off of the man’s face and chest and arms.

    Jason was struggling with his clothes, still gasping for air. When he was dressed, I took his arm to steady him.

    ‘You ready to go?’

    ‘Yeah. Yeah, if I can make it up the stairs,’ he said.

    He stumbled up the stairs and his gait was unsteady as we walked out of the place. He practically fell into the car.

    ‘I wonder how often they scrub that place down,’ he said, laughing. ‘They must have to scrape the dried come up with a razor blade.’

    ‘They’re going to have to repaint that booth after what you did to it,’ I said.

    We were out of town before I spoke up again.

    ‘Where did that come from?’ I asked.

    ‘What?’

    ‘Telling those guys you’re my son; calling me dad.’

    ‘Did it bother you?’ he asked.

    ‘No, absolutely not. I loved it. I just wondered where it came from.’

    ‘It just came out,’ he said. ‘It’s sort of true; you have been sort of like a dad to me.’

    ‘I’m glad you feel that way.’

    ‘So I can call you that now?’

    ‘Just be careful, don’t slip. It would crush your dad,’ I said. ‘Look, Jason… I know you’re over eighteen now and you’re going away to college to be on your own, but you need to be careful.’

    ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘You let that kid fuck you… ..’

    ‘Is that bothering you?’

    ‘No. Not the way you mean. But you don’t know those guys, and he walked right in and the next thing I know, he’s fucking you.’

    ‘Yeah, he kinda took me by surprise, too,’ Jason said.

    ‘And he left you hanging,’ I went on.

    ‘Yeah, I’m glad you were there to finish the job,’ he said.

    ‘If I hadn’t been, in the state you were in, you would have taken on anybody with a hard cock… .I have visions of them lining up. You can’t do that with a bunch of strangers.’

    ‘Okay. I’ll be careful. But can we come back here?’

    ‘Of course. You can come by yourself if you want.’

    ‘No, I wanta come with you. It was neat, the two of us together. And I loved calling you dad in front of those guys.’

    We spent most of the summer before college almost inseparable, except for the two weeks he went on vacation with his parents. We made a couple of trips back to the video store. I didn’t know if Jason went alone, too. I backed off of my concerns that he was too involved with me. It would work itself out; he would be going away to college and I wouldn’t be there for him to be involved with. It would be a chance for him to get a fresh start and a new perspective.

    He left for college about four hours away on a Sunday. He came up the day before to cut my grass one more time, and to collect his ‘reward.’ I think I gave him the blowjob of his life; I know I tried. Then he fucked me on the tailgate till I was begging for air and he was nearly blue in the face.

    It was one of those rare times when he didn’t shoot his load in my ass. Instead, at the last crucial second, he pulled his cock out and began fisting it, aimed up over my manhood. His body trembled beautifully and he choked on his gasping moans and then he exploded. He sent great long ropes of come shooting up over me and I heard it land on the cab of the truck. Another sounded like it hit the rear window. He practically whitewashed my truck before he lowered his trajectory and sprayed me with the hot, thick come. Even after all this time, I lay there in awe. His come boiled out of his cock and ran down on my balls.

    ‘My God!’ I gasped.

    ‘I think I just gave your truck a new paint-job,’ he said, his voice shaky.

    He surprised me then by leaning down and sucking and lapping his own come off of my balls. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

    ‘Shit still tastes awful,’ he said with a grin.

    ‘You knew that,’ I said.

    He put his hand out and pulled me up. ‘I’ll clean it off the truck before it eats the paint,’ he said.

    When he got dressed, he left his jockstrap lying on the tailgate. I picked it up and handed it to him.

    ‘You forgot something,’ I said.

    ‘Naw, it’s yours,’ he said.

    ‘Thank you. Thanks.’ I was deeply touched that he thought to give it to me.

    ‘I know you love that old chewed up jockstrap,’ he said.

    ‘I loved more what was in it,’ I said and my voice was a little sad.

    ‘Hey, my going off to college doesn’t mean this was the last time we ever do this,’ he said.

    I wanted to tell him to concentrate on college and he was starting down a new path in his life but I didn’t want to lecture him.

    ‘You can drive over to see me, can’t you? We can get a motel room, or maybe you can stay in my dorm room if I can get rid of my roommate. Or maybe you won’t want me to get rid of my room mate,’ he said, laughing.

    I cried when he left as if my heart would break and it was then that I fully realized that I loved the boy. My heart did break, and it never completely healed.

    I did go visit him once and we had a weekend of mad, passionate, insatiable sex but it was the only time. He wrote and called and I wrote back but we never got another time arranged. A couple of times I simply declined with a phony excuse because I really did want him to make a life for himself. It broke my heart but I did it.

    He wrote about the girls he dated and I was happy about that. But he also wrote about his roommate.

    ‘You would like him,’ he wrote. ‘He’s a bodybuilder. Great looking and HUNG. Our situation has developed into something very interesting and mutually satisfying. We were naturally drawn to each other, and in the close confines of our room things just happened. We decided, why not? We were handy, and willing and constantly horny, so why not? We’re both straight so it’s no big deal.’

    ‘Now, you’re going to love this… .Do you remember that guy in the booth who told me I should be making videos? Well… Jim and I made one! We put it on the Internet for sale and the money’s rolling in. I don’t have to worry about money for college. We’re going to make another one. Jim is an electronics genius, and he’s installing (as I write) cameras in our room. We’ll be going on-line LIVE three nights a week for guys to watch us. I’ll send you our web-site, maybe you can tune in and meet Jim.’

    That bothered me that he was being so irresponsible, exposing himself like that on the world-wide-web for millions to ogle him and his room-mate having sex together. But the dark side of me made me go to his web-site and I went back often. I spent untold hours jacking off while I watched the two stud-hunks do everything imaginable. He even let Jim fuck him! I began to believe that Jim was indeed straight. I wasn’t so sure about Jason anymore.

    He got through college, though, with flying colors and surprised me by marrying a girl he met there. I went to his wedding. I had visions of him and I spending his last night as a bachelor together but things were just too hectic and it didn’t work out that way. I was deeply hurt that he spent that last night of freedom with his best man. I wondered if it was a platonic friendship between them. I would wonder about that with every guy I saw him with. He moved away with his pregnant wife and I heard from him again when they had their first child… .a son. I could only imagine what the boy would look like when he was thirteen, then fifteen, and sixteen, seventeen… and eighteen.

    The End

    Prologue:

    I saw Jason now and then when he would bring his family home to visit his parents. They always called me when he was in town and he would come up to see me or they would invite me down to their house for a visit. That meant a lot to me; just seeing him, as well as his beautiful wife, and especially his gorgeous son, Tyler. It was a chance to see the boy growing into the man his father was. Nothing ever came of those visits, though; nothing intimate. Then they moved to the coast and he didn’t get home as often, and when he did, it was often just him. I wondered but I was pleased that Jason never seemed to mind the times that Tyler and I were alone together. It was a tacit understanding between us that I would never try anything with the boy. But then there was the time when they returned for his son’s eighteenth birthday. I was invited down for his party. I hadn’t seen him since he was about fifteen and I was taken aback at the young man who shook my hand out in the back yard. He was his dad through and through; handsome to a fault, muscular, very poised and athletically graceful on his feet. I happened to glance at Jason and he just smiled; a knowing smile to be sure. He knew what I was feeling; what I was dealing with inside. He understood.

    I was engrossed in conversation with Jason and his dad and hadn’t noticed that Tyler had disappeared.

    ‘Where’s Tyler?’ I asked, looking around.

    ‘He went inside to change. He’s going to do some yard work for his grandmother,’ Jason said.

    My heart thudded hard in my chest as I remembered Jason doing yard work for me, wearing those skimpy, too-small green shorts and his ragged jockstrap.

    ‘Jason, we’re going to need more ice for the ice-cream maker,’ his mother announced form the kitchen door.

    Just then, Tyler came bounding out the door, wearing scuffed work boots and those same skimpy, too-small green shorts! No shirt. Tanned, smooth muscles rippling. I almost choked on my beer. He started for the garage but his dad stopped him.

    ‘Hey, Tyler, go pick up some bags of ice for your grandmother before you start in the yard,’ he said, tossing him the car keys.

    The boy snatched the keys out of the air almost without looking.

    ‘I don’t know my way around this town,’ he said.

    Jason started to get up out of his chair but then sat back down. ‘Do you want to go along and show him where the ice plant is?’ he asked me.

    ‘Sure.’ I tried not to sound or appear too anxious as I stood up and followed the boy around the corner of the house the car. Why, I wondered, had Jason volunteered me instead of going himself. Was he telling me something? Or taunting me? I tore my eyes from the boy’s tight, bubble-butt flexing in his shorts as he walked in front of me, just as he turned to climb into the car. I was tongue-tied as I climbed in beside him. My mouth was watering yet my throat was dry.

    ‘Which way?’ he asked, pausing at the end of the drive before he backed out.

    ‘Oh. Right. Pull up in front of that two-story white house. We’ll take my pickup. This is a pretty fancy car to be hauling around ice that’s gonna melt.’

    He parked the car and we got out and walked down the drive to my garage.

    ‘You sure filled out since the last time I saw you,’ I remarked.

    ‘Yeah, my dad’s got me on a good diet, and supplements. He said he took supplements when he was in high school.’

    ‘Yes, I remember, I used to pay him in supplements,’ I said. ‘Those shorts look familiar.’

    ‘Yeah, I’ll bet they do; they belonged to my dad when he was in high school.’

    ‘Yes, he wore them when he worked in my yard,’ I said as I opened the service door and let him go in front of me.

    ‘Mom is always on me about them,’ he said. ‘She said I outgrew them in my freshman year, but it’s an honor thing with me, wearing the same shorts as my dad.’

    ‘I don’t suppose you’re wearing his old ragged jockstrap under them,’ I said laughing.

    He chuckled and smiled a great big smile and pulled the front of his shorts down!

    ‘The same,’ he said.

    I know I did a double-take. There it was, the same, worn, tattered jockstrap with pick-holes and tears with the pouch hanging by a few stalwart threads of material, the pouch straining to contain its cargo.

    ‘There’s not much left of it,’ I said, gaping at the sight. ‘Of course, there wasn’t much left of it when he wore it,’ I added.

    ‘I have to keep it hidden from my mom so she doesn’t throw it away,’ he went on. ‘She thinks its gross, but its kind of like the shorts. I think its neat to be wearing the same jockstrap my dad wore all through high school.’

    As he was talking, he kept his shorts pulled down, displaying the sacred garment. I could hardly breathe, and I knew if we didn’t get out of the garage, there was going to be a disaster. It was one of the hardest things I ever did to toss him the keys. But if Jason or anybody saw his car parked in front of my house for very long… ..

    ‘Oh, you want me to drive,’ he said snatching the keys out of the air. Oddly, he had the keys in his hand before he pulled the front of his shorts backup to cover his bulging jock.

    I almost had to force my voice from my throat to give him directions, and I had to fight to keep my eyes focused on the street instead of on him. Still, I was able to take him in within my peripheral vision; his muscular shoulder and bicep that rippled as he maneuvered the wheel and the gearshift, and his telephone-pole-for-thighs as he shifted, and the shorts that rode up into his crotch, covering not one inch of thigh.

    Even his movements in driving were smooth and athletic, his hands and legs and all his muscles responding with such ease.

    We talked about sports-he played baseball and football and was on the wrestling team, just like his dad-and girls, of which there was an abundance. He wasn’t a braggart but he didn’t seem to mind talking about himself to answer my questions. Then he came out with a question of his own that froze me to the bone.

    ‘Can I ask you something?’ he asked with a scowling smile.

    ‘Sure. If it’s about your dad, though, I don’t want to be one to tell tales out of school.’

    ‘I’m curious. How did you know about my dad’s ragged jockstrap?’

    I was struck dumb by his question. I felt a cold sweat breaking out and I know my eyes were too obviously glued to the street ahead. I swallowed, so loud that I was sure he heard me. Finally, I managed to form words and force them out of my mouth.

    ‘He changed out of his school clothes a few times at my house, into those shorts,’ I said. I knew as each word tumbled out of my mouth that it piled up to make a big lie.

    ‘Oh. Okay,’ he said.

    ‘Why? Why’d you ask? Its an odd thing to be curious about,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t know. Coincidence, I guess. Dad gave me the spiel about the birds and the bees early on, but we had the conversation again just a couple of months ago, with a new twist.

    ‘What kind of twist?’ I asked.

    ‘About other guys-gay sex-about guys at school, my teammates, and the coach.’

    ‘Well, he’s smart to warn you about that sort of thing,’ I said. ‘Most father’s wouldn’t.’

    ‘He did, I think, because he told me he’d experienced gay sex when he was my age. It wasn’t exactly a warning, per se; it was more like he was just telling me. I don’t know… like he was trying to put me at ease, or something. So I just wondered, you know, when you mentioned the jockstrap, if maybe that was the experience he was talking about.’

    Now my breath was being choked off and my throat was so constricted I couldn’t swallow, let alone speak. I just kept my eyes on the road and pointed at the next turn where he couldn’t miss the ice plant. He pulled up and reached for the key.

    ‘It was, wasn’t it?’ he said as he turned off the key.

    His words were simple and quiet, not accusing. They demanded an answer. They demanded the truth.

    ‘Yes,’ I managed to say.

    He nodded. ‘Okay. Its no big deal,’ he said as he reached for the door.

    I grabbed his forearm to stop him from getting out of the truck.

    ‘It’s a very big deal,’ I said. ‘You’re so much like him. In those shorts, and that jock, you are so very much like him.’

    He looked at me, a blank stare except for the thin smile that curled his full lips.

    ‘You can’t ever tell him I told you,’ I said.

    ‘I don’t think I’ll have to. I think he’ll tell me someday.’

    ‘Why would you think that?’

    ‘When he told me about the experience, it wasn’t like he was talking about a dirty old man seducing or abusing an innocent boy.’

    ‘He was eighteen,’ I put in quickly.

    ‘I know. The way he told me, it was like he was recounting fond memories.’

    ‘He told you… .about it? Details?’ I asked.

    ‘That it happened in the guy’s garage, in the back of a pickup. This is the same pickup, isn’t it?’

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘And on a camping trip, and other places. He said he was a willing partner. I jokingly told him I didn’t blame him.’

    ‘What did he say to that?’ I wondered if Jason had told him just how involved he’d gotten, about being fucked, and sucking cock. I wondered if Tyler knew about the videos that Jason and his roommate had made, and the web-cam. I prayed not.

    ‘He just told me to be careful; to make sure I understood my own mind and my feelings.’

    ‘Tyler, I would never try anything with you and I want you to make sure he understands that I didn’t, if it comes up.’

    ‘Why wouldn’t you? You said I was so much like him.’

    ‘Because, he… you… .you’re his son, and I would never betray him like that.’

    ‘You know what? I think he told me for a reason. I think he told me a lot of the details for a reason,’ he said.

    ‘And that would be?’

    ‘I think he wanted to let me know that if I ever decided I wanted to try something like that, you would be the one I should come to.’

    ‘No. I don’t believe that for a minute.’

    ‘Well, maybe not.’ He looked straight ahead for a long moment, at the icehouse. ‘Well, we’d better get the ice and get back; they’re going to be wondering where we went.’ He reached for the door but paused again when I spoke.

    ‘Thanks for sharing this with me, Tyler. It means a lot.’

    ‘If I ever do… decide to try it… are you the man I should come to. Could I come to you?’

    ‘No,’ I replied. ‘No, I’m not the one. It should be someone your own age.’

    ‘Why? You were old enough to be my dad’s father.’

    ‘Yes, and even though he was of age, and a willing participant, I was always worried that I might’ve ruined his life.’

    ‘I don’t think you did. He’s a great dad. And from all accounts, he’s a hell of a husband. My mom is nuts about him. Maybe you had something to do with that.’

    Our eyes met and held for a moment and I wondered about the truth in what he said.

    ‘Better get the ice,’ I said.

    The End.


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  • Beachwalker

    I lay in the sun at the resort. My face moved to catch the heat and bright rays through my closed eyes. I was still lonely, coming alone to this expensive place to seek companionship.

    I opened my eyes and through the glare saw him. Tan with no hint of a tan line above his ice cream white bathing suit. His round pouch showing and above leaning to one side a perfect but small, well defined penis. From his crotch my eyes moved up his lean hard stomach, the ‘V’ of his hips cut deeply into his abdomen. Well modeled pecs, he worked out. Above, a model’s face. His complexion was perfect, a noble nose, not too big and a square masculine cut to his cheeks. His forehead was high with a bit of a crease in the middle. Now that I noticed, I was lost in his deep green eyes.

    His long legs brought him close to me. ‘Brilliant day for a walk on the beach.’

    The first note of his voice was a mellow baritone. ‘Sure, do you walk?’

    ‘Yes, walk together?’

    ‘Why not.’ I got up, my ten pounds extra feeling heavy.

    ‘Where are you from?’

    ‘I am a local.’

    ‘I didn’t know there were any.’ We laughed freely.

    ‘I am just walking the beach today.’

    We walked and talked all the small talk that people talk when they want to get to know one another or get in each other’s pants. He walked ahead of me a few times, his pace a bit quicker. My eyes rested on his perfect buns half exposed by his very small white Speedo. I especially loved the dimples matched on either side of his ass.

    ‘Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?’

    ‘Sure.’ We dove into the ocean and swam in the cool water. After we both showered at the spigots at the edge of the beach. I fantasized about him in my shower as I saw him caress his body under the shower head.

    ‘Meet you in the hotel lobby.’

    When I saw him again he was dressed in a suit a bit too small. It had tatters but with a crisp clean white shirt. ‘Here I am he chimed.’

    ‘You made it.’ We went in to eat and he ordered ribs. The food was great, but at one point he picked up the finger bowl and drank from it. I must have looked shocked. He looked around and people were staring at him. He eyes suddenly filled with tears and he ran out to the restroom.

    I went after him and found him sobbing over the sink. I patted him on the back but he pulled away from me. He was inconsolable. I gathered him up in my arms and he drenched my shoulder with tears.

    When they stopped, I asked, ‘Want to take a walk on the beach?’ We walked for a long time in silence.

    ‘I try so hard.’ he paused having trouble getting it out. ‘I know I look good, but I can’t fit in to your way of life.’

    ‘What way?’

    ‘Money. I live in poverty.’

    ‘You are polite and interesting, I think you are pretty bright. That is a lot for someone like you that looks so perfect.’

    ‘But, I cannot behave with the kind of class that people expect. I always do something silly or stupid.’ He wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

    ‘I think you need to get a better sense of humor. Some people would have made a lot out of that kind of attention you got in the restaurant.’

    ‘Are you serious?’

    ‘As dead serious as being funny can be.’

    He cracked a smile. ‘You are pretty understanding.’

    ‘I try. You know, I really like you.’

    ‘You like my ass. I see how you look at it.’

    ‘Yes, but I like you. Your deep green eyes are very soulful.’

    ‘I never have met anyone like you. You don’t need me to be perfect.’

    ‘I think you are perfect enough.’

    ‘Lets go back to your hotel’

    ‘Are you sure. Maybe people will think I am robbing the cradle.’

    ‘I want to be with you.’ He walked a bit ahead of me so I could have the pleasure of seeing his legs move back and forth and his hips shift back and forth. ‘I don’t care what people think. This is a new thing.’

    As he pealed off his clothes underneath was that white swimsuit. ‘Why the swimsuit?’

    ‘I don’t have any underwear without holes.’

    I got down on my knees and pulled at that white shimmery cloth. I had been thinking of this ever since I first saw him. He stepped gracefully out of his suit. I took hold of his hips by the dimpled handles and pressed my face into his crotch. I don’t know if a penis can taste sweeter or an ass

    I woke with the clarity of light and mind that vacations on the ocean deliver. The sun was rising over the water and casting long brilliant shafts into my room. I looked at my bed partner’s quiet face, revealed beautifully in the morning. So quiet and care free, the muscles of his face so soft and tensionless.

    A bolt of realization came to me like a vision. There he was so quiet and defenseless, I wanted to care for him. I gathered him up to me. His head readjusting to rest on my breast. He was still deep in sleep, though he shifted his weight to rest his hand around my side. I could feel his heart beating against me and the smooth skin of his back and backside.

    I was mistaken, that sex with him was for his own good. He needed someone to care for him without ulterior motives. He did not need a sex partner, but a father and mentor. Now, I could not be that. It was not just him, it is the human condition to need someone who is for you with no other motive. I just wanted to get my hands on his body. What exactly did he need? I don’t really know if I cared.

    For this time and place, I felt a sense of loss. This person needed a friend or a father and I had seduced him. It was easy, he was so wantable and vulnerable. He was so masculine and so much what I wanted to be like. I would have to think how I must act now. What an irony that for the lack of a few etiquette lessons he felt such a failure. What was it about my world that was so attractive when he was living in his world.

    For now I hugged his pretty body and hoped with all my heart that he would be alright. I think I can love him and let him go. That is what he needs. He needs to learn to fly and have the teacher watch him soar into the sky.


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  • A Bottom’s Nightmare

    Kelly sat at the table, near the back of the bar, sipping another free drink from an admirer. He was accustomed to the free drinks, though they were coming less often, as the word about him got around the bar. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, most men found him pleasing, nor was it that he was a snob, he enjoyed talking, socializing. It was his dick.

    He wasn’t tall, rather more on the short side being just about 5′ 7” in stature, and he wasn’t fat either. He was a trim 130 lbs that gave him a tiny beer belly. The rest of him was well toned, plus he worked out a bit. He would walk to places, rather than drive or take a bus. Kelly enjoyed going for hikes, for being outdoors, and it showed in his face too. His hair was bleached by constant exposure to the sun, his face was kissed by the sun, giving him an all year round golden glow.

    As the liquid went down, he realized that he was really a catch, even if he did sell his body for money, but the truth was, business wasn’t all that good these days. He wasn’t old, wasn’t a sleaze as some might assume. Kelly had his standards, yet people rarely were repeat customers. Those that did seek him a second or even third time, were okay, they helped pay the rent, but it wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t fun. It was business, just boring business.

    He had yet to find someone who wanted him, who would not just want to be pleased by him, but who would want to please him back. It wasn’t like he was hard to please, he was a top, and simply wanted someone who would enjoy his body to the point that they would spread their legs for him.

    Back as a kid in school, when he thought he was straight, he would chase the girls, like any normal teenager. It never got past a kiss and a few gropes, before they would back off. It wasn’t much better when he realized he was gay either. Guys would enjoy his body, until it came to pleasing him, to satisfying his need to be a on top, to penetrate them. They all backed off, and in some ways, some form of twisted logic he couldn’t blame them.

    Now, sitting here, at the ripe old age of 22, he realized he was still a virgin when it came to anal sex. Oh, not in the strictest of senses, as he had found a few who had taken him, well some of him. He had yet to find that one person who wanted him enough, to let him put it all in. His problem was he was too well hung. His cock was what some called a ‘monster dong’ because it was so out of proportion to his stature.

    While he may have been 5ft 7”, his cock was not average. It was a weapon, that when he was fully aroused, stuck out at an whopping 14 inches. It was not thin either, and when he had measured it, he understood why so many had paled at it’s sight. It was a good 3 inches or so thick, and that was at the head. It was bit thicker once you worked down to the base. His balls weren’t huge, but then nothing about him was, except his dick.

    There was one other problem, that made his life a living hell. He scared the crap out of people not just with the huge cock, but with his blackouts. According to the Doctors, due to his disproportions of size, when he had an orgasm, his cock took so much of his blood, he actually passed out at the moment of ejaculation.

    It never lasted long, maybe 5 or so seconds at worse, but it really scared those who were there. The whole idea of his orgasm making him faint, was comical and disheartening at the same time. He knew he couldn’t be standing and jerk off, because he would wake up on the floor. He always had to lie down, or sit down, to stroke his cock and cum.

    Even when someone would just suck him off, the moment he began to experience the rush of feelings, the instant his cock was ready to shoot, he would black out. There was nothing anyone could do, and from what he had been told, he could cum very well. So well that one or two hadn’t noticed he had passed out, until they had pulled away from his flood of cum. It was then that they would notice he was passed out, even though his cock would still be dripping, still pouring out its milk.

    It got to the point that people simply stayed away. Now most of his clients were those who wanted their cocks sucked off, or played with. Some would want to fuck him, but he wasn’t a bottom. He never got off on a dick in his ass, which narrowed down the number of clients. There were some who would want to suck his cock, before he jerked them off, or blew them, but they no longer wanted him to cum. It was too freaky many had said, even the damn Doctor from out of town, had been freaked out.

    Oh he was quick to say it wasn’t anything for him to worry about, just that he knew he could never handle such a cock inside, and that having it in his mouth, while he passed out, was a bit too much for him. He said it wasn’t anything personnel, like what else could it be? Kelly frowned as he thought about that, about how unfair it was.

    He wanted to feel more of what he had only a taste of. He wanted to just feel his balls slapping up against someone’s ass cheeks, like he had seen in many videos. To wake up, his cock firmly impaled in a totally satisfied person’s ass. So far, he just hadn’t had any luck.

    He had written to a couple of porn studios too, including a picture of his weapon. So far everyone had written back, complimenting him on his cock, but telling him they just didn’t have any good bottoms who could handle such a cock. Kelly didn’t quite buy that, knowing it was the passing out that made them shy away.

    One studio had been interested, but they wanted him to do bareback porn. Oh they were very explicit that they had strict testing guidelines, but it was not something he wanted to try. He had enough trouble finding dates, clients, that he didn’t think doing bareback sex would help improve that situation.

    Looking up from his drink, he noticed the group of men at the other end of the bar. They were all laughing, lifting drinks, and the object of their attention was clearly visible to Kelly. It was the new kid, the one who obviously was making a splash with the locals. He had already cost Kelly business, but he couldn’t complain too much.

    He was one of those types, that were natural magnets to men. His appearance was always neat, and sexy. He wore the tight fitting pants, shirts, that showed off his body in ways that made even married couples drool. He had long flowing hair, soft facial features that could light up a room, if given the chance. He was always happy, always a grin on his face, plus he was hung, or so the gossip went. Mind you hung to them meant he was about 8 inches or a bit less, plus he would bottom, for the right price.

    Still, it hurt to see his regulars flocking around him, buying him drinks, and totally ignoring him. At times he felt angry, but in all honesty, he rather liked the new kid, Jarrod. Looking back at the party table, he saw him stand up, and stare in his direction, then watched as he started towards him. For a brief second he thought he was coming to see him, but he knew he was simply heading to the John that was near his table.

    As he sipped his drink, lost in his thoughts, Kelly was surprised when he saw the shadow across his table, and looked up to see Jarrod standing there. He had two drinks in his hands, and that smile, the one that made heads turn, as he spoke.

    ‘Buy you a drink?’

    Kelly nodded and offered him a seat, which he took. He handed one of the drinks over and sipped at his, as he stared at Kelly. It was rather weird, to be checked out by someone like Jarrod. He was maybe 20 at best, and looked younger. His hair was neatly in place, and his eyes were sharp and focused. Something he hadn’t expected, given how so many drinks were heading to his table.

    ‘Your Kelly, right?’

    ‘Yeah, sorry, not in the best of moods tonight’

    ‘No sweat, so Brian was telling me about you.’

    ‘Oh? He is a big mouth Queen at times, hope he wasn’t too nasty.’

    ‘Brian? Nah, he’s a sweetheart, most of the time, but he did say something that, well I had to find out if it was true.’

    ‘Oh? Yeah he’s okay, and I can guess what it is too, and yes, it’s true.’

    ‘All of it?’

    He looked at Jarrod, knowing exactly what he was talking about. You could see it in his eyes, and once more he knew that he was becoming more of a freak to the so called regulars. They were talking about him, warning others off.

    ‘Yeah.’

    ‘bummer, for you that is.’

    ‘Yeah, guess so. More business for you, so you don’t have to worry.’

    The face clouded over a little at his words, and Jarrod stared at Kelly, a sort of hurt expression on his face. His lips looked so damn inviting. Kelly knew he was fantasizing again, wishing for one thing, knowing that it was just that, a fantasy.

    ‘I am not that shallow, business is, well it pays the rent, you know?’

    ‘Yeah, sorry, like I said, not in a good mood, not been a great week.’

    ‘Not many feeling adventurous?’

    He stared at Jarrod now, seeing he was determined to not let it drop, to not ignore his freakish ability to have a monster cock, and pass out when it shot it’s load.

    ‘Do you blame them?’

    ‘Don’t know, never tried a dick that size, or faced that type of situation. Uh, you really pass out? I mean when you uh.. when you cum?’

    ‘Yep’

    He downed the last of his drink, setting the glass down hard on the table. Kelly felt like he was losing his control, losing his touch too. He wasn’t the easy going person he used to be, or thought he used to be. Looking at Jarrod, he realized that he needed to find another line of work. Hustling wasn’t going to pay his rent for much longer, already it was nip and tuck.

    ‘Get you another?’

    ‘No thanks, I am fine.’

    ‘Drinking uh, effect, I mean… you know.’

    ‘Huh? No, only had a couple anyhow. Why?’

    ‘What do you charge, for the full service?’

    ‘Huh? Why? You got a customer for me?’

    ‘Yeah… me.’

    Kelly stared at him. At first he thought it was simple to compare rates, now as he looked at him, he realized that Jarrod wasn’t joking. He was serious.

    ‘Why?’

    ‘Does it matter why?’

    ‘Strangely enough, yes, yes it does matter, so why? Trying to satisfy some wager or something?’

    Jarrod put his drink down, and leaned forward. Kelly didn’t know what to expect as an answer, nor did he know quite how to answer him either. The idea of charging him, was a bit hard to contemplate, given how he actually wanted to be with him.

    ‘No, I don’t pull that kind of shit. Okay, I’ll be honest. Sure I want to see if I can handle something that big, I love a hard cock up my ass, it makes me hard just thinking of it, and I suppose part of me wonders about the fainting stuff too, but that isn’t all of it. It is the way those guys all talk about you, how even though they’d never let you near their asses, you please them. I want to experience how you do that, and before you say it, no, I don’t know if I can take it, but I want to try, and I am willing to pay for the experience.’

    ‘Flattering, but you obviously know how to please, or you wouldn’t be in such demand, as you are. So what’s the real reason?’

    He waited, wondering what Jarrod would say. As he waited, he thought about him, wondering if maybe he would be one of the few who might be able to take him, not just inside, but take his passing out? Deep inside, he wished he was right, but he doubted it. Looking over at Jarrod’s table, he could see many of his regulars, see them watching Jarrod. It had to be a bet, he was almost certain of that as he turned back to look at Jarrod.

    ‘I guess, it comes to being satisfied.’

    ‘I don’t, not sure I follow.’

    ‘I have to please others, do what makes them feel good, and I don’t know, I want to do something that pleases me for a change.’

    ‘And you think I can do that?’

    ‘Uh huh.’

    ‘How? By passing out on you?’

    ‘No, by fucking me. I love big cocks, always have, and you are supposed to have the biggest cock anywhere, so everyone says. I want a big cock, I want to feel my insides stretched so far apart, that I’ll walk bow legged for a week or so. I want to fill my itch, instead of filling other people’s need. That is what I want from you, course if you don’t think you can… ‘

    ‘You can’t take it, believe me, others have thought they could.’

    ‘I am not them.’

    Kelly pushed away from the table and stood up. He looked down at Jarrod, saw his eyes checking the bulge out in his pants. There was no mistaking his desire, nor his fear too. He wasn’t hard, but even then his cock was hard to hide.

    ‘Let’s find out then, your place or mine?’

    ‘Mine, its around the corner’

    Leaving together seemed to get the bar buzzing. Kelly could hear the buzz rising, as they headed to the door, and he could feel the eyes on his back as they headed out. Strange, but it was like they were all in on it, and for a moment he felt like maybe he was being set up, that somehow sweet innocent Jarrod was simply having a go at him.

    Still, the idea of spreading his cheeks, of letting his dick touch the golden boy’s ass was rather exciting. It had been awhile since he had felt attracted to someone, and the possibility that Jarrod could take him, was pretty heady stuff. Rare thoughts for someone like him, as he realized they were at Jarrod’s, and he hadn’t even taken notice.

    Jarrod flipped on a few lights, but the place wasn’t brilliantly lit. It was softer, more sedate which was surprising. There was some nice stuff too, and he noticed how one entire wall was painted in a mural type. He could see that Jarrod had to be the artist too. It gave him a different perspective, as he walked around, noticing that what furniture was there, was good stuff.

    It was a loft type apartment, no rooms really and the bed was certainly the centerpiece of the far area of the room. It also was closest to the big bay windows, and he loved the way you could look out at the skyline. The stars and moon added their own light to the room, which made it all rather romantic.

    ‘You into lots of foreplay? You know, kissing and stuff?’

    ‘A bit, not much though, not if you want to see if you can take it.’

    ‘Fair enough, uh, one thing.’

    ‘What?’

    ‘Well two things actually, first off, you got good condoms that uh, won’t break if you uh, if you cum?’

    ‘Yep, the other thing?’

    ‘If I tell you to stop, will you?’

    ‘Yes.’

    He could see the relief in his eyes. Kelly realized just how nervous Jarrod really was. He also could see that he wanted to try, that it wasn’t just a put up job. It made him feel excited, and he could feel his cock stirring. It hadn’t done that on its own for a long time, which surprised him. He could feel his heart beginning to pound, already aroused by the prospect of maybe this time, being one of those special times.

    Jarrod was looking around, showing his nervousness as he tried to think of things to say, or not. Kelly saw how his fingers were tapping the side of his leg, as he stared at the bed, then over towards the chesterfield. He wasn’t sure what to do, or so it seemed.

    ‘We don’t have to, if you think it’s too much’

    ‘No, no I want to, it is uh, is there, I mean, shit, this is awkward. Look, this passing out thing, uh is there…’

    ‘It doesn’t last long, if you take it all, and that is a big if, don’t sweat it. I uh, I usually try to pull out before I cum, I can usually feel it coming, and uh.. I uh… fuck, look, maybe we should just forget it, I mean… ‘

    Jarrod stepped closer, and as he struggled for the words, he felt his hands on his, He had his head lowered, but raised it up, to stare at Jarrod. The eyes were soft, a warm glow to them, as he bent down and kissed him on the lips. He felt a shiver inside, as he opened his lips, letting Jarrod’s tongue flick inside, tickle his, and the pull out. He moved his face away, as he looked down, stepping back a little.

    ‘I’ll figure it out then’ he said, as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was off, exposing his golden skin, the purple blotches around the nipples made darker by the soft lighting of the room. He stood there, his eyes looking towards him, as he too removed his shirt. Then he watched as Jarrod reached down, to undo his pants, push his zipper down, and then bending over, push the jeans to his ankles.

    Kelly watched as he kicked his runners off, then stepped out of the pants. His eyes followed his every movement as he reached down, taking his socks off and then standing up to show off his nearly naked frame. The outline of his cock showed clearly underneath the tight white jockey shorts. It was not a small one either, as he licked his lips.

    He kicked off his own shoes, and bend over to take his socks off. Placing them in his runners, he stood up to undo the pants button. Jarrod moved in closer, and put his hand over Kelly’s. He pushed it away, as he kept eye contact, and undid the button, then the zipper.

    As the zipper was pushed down, Jarrod’s hand moved down inside, to rub along Kelly’s soft cock. It wasn’t totally soft, but the touch of Jarrod’s hand made it stir, made it begin to grow. He could feel the pain in his heart, feel it beginning to race, as Jarrod kept his hand moving along the shaft. Looking into his eyes, he could see the amazement growing, as he realized it wasn’t a dream, wasn’t some exaggerated tale.

    ‘Christ it is that big’ he said, as he dropped to his knees, and pulled at Kelly’s shorts. He pushed them down, to free the huge python type cock. Kelly stared down at Jarrod, watching his eyes grow like saucers as they took in the size of his cock. He was partially erect, and it did hang down, looking very large. A strange sense of pride came to him, as he felt the hand reaching out, and taking hold of it at the base.

    Jarrod’s eyes stared up at him, and he kept them looking up, as he licked at the base of the cock. Kelly felt it growing, felt his head grow a bit dizzy as he leaned forward, resting his hands on Jarrod’s shoulders. As he did, he felt the tremors inside of Jarrod’s body. Strange, how no one else had given him such a feeling of excitement. His eyes fluttered a bit, as he widened his stance, letting Jarrod kiss his cock.

    He felt the lips lightly touch his flesh, gently press down, and move all along his long shaft. His body was shaking as he felt the cock stiffen, felt the blood slowly leaving his upper body. He swayed a little, as he tried to stay standing.

    Jarrod seemed to sense his discomfort, dropping his touch from Kelly’s cock. He stood up and took hold of Kelly’s hand, leading him towards the bed. He stumbled along, gradually feeling a bit stronger as his cock bounced between his legs. He felt the head striking at his leg, and smiled, as he lay down on the bed.

    Jarrod stood up on his bed, straddling Kelly’s prone body while he stared down at him. He could see the hard cock, looking more like a huge baseball bat. It was the longest dick he had ever seen in real life. Asking where Kelly kept the condoms, he left the bed hurriedly to grab the packages out of the discarded pants. Returning, he looked again at the monster cock, licking his lips that were trembling with both excitement and fear.

    He climbed back onto the bed, and leaned on his back legs, as they straddled Kelly’s lower legs. Kelly could feel the hairs on his legs standing up, the thrill of Jarrod’s touch making him stiffen again. The blood was racing around inside, as he felt light headed, yet he couldn’t help but stare at Jarrod. The way his own cock was fully erect, sticking into his leg, brushing at his cock as it wavered in the air. He felt its weight, and then the touch of Jarrod’s hand on it, holding it steady, while he unwrapped a condom over it.

    Kelly couldn’t believe it, couldn’t comprehend that Jarrod really was going to try to take it, to let him inside. It made his heart beat faster as he felt the ache growing in his lungs. He was sucking in the air quickly, feeling sweat breaking out on his forehead as Jarrod unrolled the extra long condom, feeling the thin material as it was unrolled down his cock. His body was twitching, his legs growing cramped by the lack of blood, by the thrill.

    Jarrod leaned forward, letting his lips go over the plastic covered cock. His tongue licked at it, just under the head, as he took several inches into his mouth, coating it with his saliva, then he moved up, to press his whole body against Kelly’s.

    He moved up Kelly’s body, kissing his belly, then his chest hairs. He let his tongue lick out at the nipples, his teeth nibbling at the firm nipple, then he moved up and kissed the neck, licking at the hollow part. Kelly felt his whole body shake, as Jarrod reached over him, grabbing a pump bottle.

    He sat up, his buttock resting just over his groin. His hard cock was not standing upright, its weight holding it down but Kelly could only look up, to stare into Jarrod’s face as the man reached behind him. Kelly could feel his hand cross his groin, as it reached upwards, as he began to poke at his own hole, with the lubricant he had smeared on his fingers. Jarrod grunted a little and Kelly could see his face constricted, as he lifted his body up a bit, to drive more of his hand inside himself.

    All he could do was lay there, his heart was already pounding faster than he ever recalled. He watched as Jarrod pumped more lubricant on his hand, then reach back, this time grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. He felt the slippery lube coating all of his cock, as Jarrod’s hand moved around the cock head. His body shuddered, as it felt the hand work the lubricant around his head, around his pulsating pole.

    Then he sucked in his breath, as he felt Jarrod lift his body up, and pull at his cock. He felt it rise up, felt it touch the shaking buttocks, felt it suddenly enveloped in a strange warmth, as Jarrod wedged it between his two cheeks. Kelly felt the cock tremble, felt the hard shaft shiver as the head was positioned by the twitching hole. He closed his eyes, as he felt the tight fit, felt the tension around the tiny hole. He could feel it tremble, just as he too shook.

    ‘Oh Fuck’ echoed in the room as he felt the press of Jarrod’s body on his shaft. He could hear the pain in the words, and yet Jarrod didn’t stop. He continued to let his body sink down onto his cock. Opening his eyes he saw Jarrod leaning up and over him. He could see the sweat, feel it as it dropped onto his body. The eyes were shut tight, the nose flaring, and he was biting his lips, as he lowered his body onto Kelly’s cock.

    He had been at this point with others, as he waited. His hands moved up and rubbed the scrunched up stomach muscles. He could feel their tightness, as Jarrod continue to lower himself, to let the huge cock stretch his insides. The sweat was like a rainfall, as it constantly dripped down onto Kelly’s head. His eyes were misted as he stared up, realizing that Jarrod had taken more than most. He was groaning now, a sort of mix between determinate stubbornness, and absolute pain. Still, he kept his body lowering down, kept pushing down and shifting his position ever so slightly, as he spread his legs even wider.

    The sheets underneath him were soaked from his sweat, and that of Jarrod. His body was squirming, as he felt the muscles inside of Jarrod’s body clinging to his cock, then being pushed aside, as he continued to lower himself onto the hard cock. His balls were aching, as was his own rectum. He felt his own cheeks clenching as he suddenly felt himself arch upwards. He drove his cock up, feeling the surprise in Jarrod’s body as it pushed upwards.

    He heard the cry, heard him bite it off, as he let his hand grab hold of Jarrod’s hips, pulling him down to meet his thrust. Kelly felt the rolling pain that was running up and down Jarrod’s spine, and he felt something else. His cock was nearly all inside, and he felt exhausted already. His whole body was trembling, along with Jarrod’s. The sensation was unbelievable, as he felt the hot flesh slowly crushing down onto his groin. Jarrod had him all inside, he felt it, felt the way his cock throbbed, felt how tight it was being held.

    His eyes flickered open, to see a shadowy image of Jarrod. His mind was growing dark, as he felt the body on top of him shift, felt it twist as he shook. His balls were up, hurting as he felt one hand fall to his side. He couldn’t keep it up, as the body on top began to move up and down. Very slowly Jarrod was riding his cock, each push down making Kelly shudder.

    His legs were numb, he couldn’t feel much, other than the pleasure that seemed to be coming into his body from his cock. He could feel the head, feel the tiny muscles inside as they struggled to hold his powerful cock from moving, failing. His eyes stared up and then down over to Jarrod.

    He saw he had grabbed hold of his own cock, and was stroking it furiously as his body moved up and down on Kelly’s cock. He saw the face constricted, the eyes shut tight. He noticed the thin lips, the white teeth biting down on the lower one, as he rose up, then came crashing back down. It wasn’t fast, or hurried, but it felt unbelievable.

    His heart was pounding, his ears echoed to its thunder, as he licked his lips, watching Jarrod riding his cock. He felt the legs around his thighs, how they clung inwards, pushing his legs in, making his cock ride higher over his body. It all was making him dizzy, as he felt his chest heaving, made his eyes see shadows. Jarrod no longer seemed to be visible. He was more of a blurred image, as was his own cock. His face looked down his heaving chest, as he watched the blurred motion growing more blurred with each flicker of his eyes, with each beat of his heart.

    Kelly felt the hand burning past his belly. He could feel the shaking motion coming from Jarrod, but he could only see a dim figure in shadows. His blood was rushing from everywhere, to fuel his cock, to keep it digging upwards, to keep it stretching Jarrod’s insides. He heard the groans, the harsh shrill moans as his cock was forced in deeper. He felt the press of the wet buttocks on his groin, and then he heard nothing. A strange silence seemed to blanket his mind, his eyes could see nothing but flashes of strange lights. His heart ached, his lungs were empty, as he felt his lips drop open.

    His hands went limb at his sides, as he felt the orgasm rolling up inside. It was odd, he had never felt this way before, not even when he would jerk himself off. There was a strange glow inside, a strange warmth that made him sink back into the bed. His whole body was suddenly floating, suddenly free of everything. He could see nothing but strange flashes of light, feel nothing really as his body just seemed to hang there in suspended animation. His heart no longer seemed to be roaring, thundering as it threatened to break out of his chest. Instead he felt a strange calmness, a strange happiness.

    He could feel his toes tingle, feel every muscle inside of his body uncoiling. It was making his whole body shake, he knew that, yet it felt so nice, he didn’t want it to end.. It didn’t worry him, or frighten him, but felt soothing, calming.

    Kelly heard nothing, just a sort of empty rustle as if a wind was blowing through a forest. The rustling sounds of leaves, the whistle as the wind passed through branches that swayed to its power. It had replaced the thundering roar of his heart. It too felt comforting, soothing.

    Kelly felt like he was on a cloud. Nothing was pressing against his body, he was just floating. It was an eerie feeling, and yet not frightening. He felt safe, felt at peace, as he just floated. Then just as suddenly as it had come on, it began to end. He heard the heavy panting sounds of laboured breathing, felt a strange stickiness around his groin and all across his chest. He felt a strange pressure on his ears, like when you came off an airplane. The lights that flashed before him were replaced by a sort of greyness, as he felt his eyelids flickering, then the soft light of the moon seemed to fall across his face.

    He looked up, blinking several times, and peering down at him was Jarrod. Suddenly it all made sense as he felt his body quiver. Jarrod’s face was drawn, anxious even, but in his eyes he saw something he had never seen before, a strange look of satisfaction.

    As he regained his bearings, he felt the cooling wind across his body, felt the sweat being dried, and he could feel across his chest, the drying coating of cum. His eyes stared up at Jarrod, who slowly leaned forward, his body slowly giving Kelly his cock back. He heard it fall out, felt it too, and stared over at Jarrod, who now lay at his side.

    Jarrod let one hand fall across Kelly’s body. The arm was across his chest, trembling still as he leaned in closer, made his body snuggle into Kelly’s. His lips pressed up against his shoulder, kissed it as he rested his face on Kelly’s upper arm.

    ‘Christ, that was amazing’ was all he said, as he fell asleep. Kelly didn’t move, as he slowly closed his own eyes, feeling his exhaustion taking hold. He too felt that it had been amazing, as his chest began to rise and fall in an even manner, his cock resting across his leg.


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  • Bearded No More

    We’re in a barber shop at night. I’m laying in a barber’s chair, chair back reclined. You are straddling my loins, facing me. We are both buck naked, and you have just languidly fucked yourself on my tool and have now settled down into my lap, feeling my rod go tumescent inside you.

    You run your hand over your cheek, telling me that it burns and that my beard has scratched you while we were passionately kissing. I tell you that we can’t have that – that I must passionately kiss you again – so you have my permission to shave the beard. But I say I’m afraid you won’t recognize me if you do, that I no longer will be the man who lights your inner fires. You rotate your hips on my cock and tell me that it’s not my face that sets the blaze within you – and that only that same fireplug you are sheathing now can also quench that fire, as it has just done.

    You lean over and take a razor and a can of shaving cream from the barber’s table. The shaving cream is a special blend – minty to the taste, tingly to the feel, a soothing lubricant no matter where applied. You spray it liberally into a hand and run that hand lovingly around my jaw and cheeks and, with delicate touch, under my nose, spreading the cream in great mounds. You bring your mouth to mine and kiss it then, bearded for the last time, the hair softened now, not scratching you now, permitting you to linger with your tongue swabbing the insides of my cheeks and my teeth. You lift your head now and smile down at me, white cream on your cheek and dribbling down your jaw line, reminding me of just a short time earlier when you were making love to my cock with your luscious, soft mouth and brought me to orgasm and then raised your head and smiled at me, that innocent smile celebrating your victory and my release – my cream dabbling your cheeks and jaw.

    You take the razor now and gently shave off the cream-soaked beard and mustache, stopping briefly from time to time to kiss and lap up the cream residue from where the razor has separated hair from skin. When you are done, you smile down at me radiantly, telling me that I am far more handsome and desirable without the beard than with, assuring me that I arouse you even more now than before, wondering out loud if I can bring you to even greater heights of arousal by being further liberated of the soft, downy auburn hair elsewhere on my body. I can tell you are increasingly aroused; I have a hand wrapped around your cock, and your cock tells me that the unmasking of me has given it great pleasure.

    The can spits a mound of cream, which is spread across my chest, and you shave the thin line of hair running down my sternum and under my nipples, two spritzes on the nipples, and you suck off the cream, lingering with your teeth and lips there. I raise, first my left arm, and then my right. You bury your face in my pits, one after the other, to enjoy the last lingering man scent and to tongue my curly hair there to moist softness, followed by cream and shave, and ending with drinking in the new, clean, fresh mintiness, with just a hint of male, with your nose buried in the hollows.

    My forearms are spritzed and shaved and kissed from wrist to elbow, and then you are off my lap, standing hunched over my body as it reclines in the barber’s chair, and the cream, the shaver and you lips are following the erstwhile trail of auburn hair down my six pack, around my navel and to the edge of my curly auburn bush.

    You desist from that approach for now to spread my legs and cream, shave, and kiss my thighs and calves. Gobs of cream are applied to my toes, and you lick and suck each one, individually, clean. Slowly and sensuously. My belly is heaving at this, and I am stroking my cock. I tell you I want you now. No, I cry out my need for you. I want you to take me now, to fuck me.

    But you are not finished revealing me, unmasking me everywhere. You brush the hand aside that I have been stroking myself with. You find some twine in the barber’s drawer and bind my wrists together and hook the coil on a hook on the back of the barber’s chair, just over the top rim. My arms pulled up and back, the muscles of my now-smooth arms and chest are fully flexed for you, on exhibit for your approval. And your eyes slit and burn with desire, showing that you do approve of your handiwork.

    The hand I had wrapped around my cock is now replaced with your left hand, as you release mountains of cream across my loins with your right hand and slowly shave my pubic region to total nakedness, total openness to you. You kiss and lick the clean canvas you have created, well pleased with what you have done. My standing cock is buried in a mound of cream, and your mouth takes this luscious éclair in one long enveloping. You play with the hard center of this pastry with your tongue and teeth and soft inner cheek walls and stroke up and down, up and down, up and down on me until my cream mixes with the minty shaving cream, while I am writhing and moaning and sighing at your attention.

    You hold there, savoring your midnight snack, while my muscles relax and my breathing turns from ragged to a soft purr.

    When all is calm once more, you rise, unhook the coiled twine imprisoning my wrists and tell me to turn as you raise the back of the barber’s chair. You then tell me to straddle the back of the chair, my chest to the chair back, my knees on the chair arms, and, as I comply, you have me embrace the back of the barber’s chair and you rehook my wrists to a latching in the midback of the chair.

    You stand where I can see you spray cream from the can liberally on your erect, throbbing cock, and then you are behind me, first kissing and tonguing my hole, and then pushing the tab of the can into my hole and filling me with the last of the minty shaving cream. I feel you come up into the chair seat behind me on your knees, and then I am granted what I have been begging for for the last several minutes, as your cream-covered dick slides into my cream-filled hole, and strokes me and strokes me and strokes me, until the shaving cream has evaporated from the vigorous friction, to be replace with a warmer, far-more manly flood of cream – your cum, filling me, flooding me, and making love to my inner crevices.


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  • Asian Lover

    My friend Mike and I were spending the summer in Asia. I am half-black and half- chinese. I was intrested in learning about my family culture. Mike and I visited the country side of china. It was beautiful. So green and relaxing. So we went into the city and we met alot of people. This man I met was twentyfive years old and he offered us a place to stay. We were graceful but cautious because we didn’t know this man. He lived in a nice house. He told us we can take a bath in the river. Mike and I went into the river. And we took our bath. 

    Mike was 5’10 lightskin, medium build. He had at least a 7.5 inch dick uncut. I was 6’4 moca-skined and toned. I had 8.5 inch cock cut. While we were bathing I seen a man no older than me watching us bathed. Mike was to busy playing in the river. Then he swam towards me and he was playing with my dick. I told him to back off I didn’t feel like it today. He was mad. So he put his arms around me and push me closer to him to kiss. I was still looking to see where was that man who was watching us. 

    Mike went under water and started to wrap his lips around my cock. I started to moan out of pleasure. He came up for air and said ‘ You need to hush before somebody hear us’ I shook my head with agreement. I started to close my eyes and control my breathing so I wouldn’t cum in his mouth too soon. When I reopened my eyes I seen the man who was watching us. He was just watching us. I wanted to panic but my hands wouldn’t move to warn mike. 

    He took out his cock and played with it. I saw drops of precum comming out of him. Mike finaly came back up for air. I told him to look. He slowly turned his head. He seen the man. The man put his cock back into his pants and started to leave. I asked him to join us. He didn’t say anything he just walked off. 

    Mike and I went back to the man house. He had a nephew staying with him for the summer. When he walked into the room our mouths drop. It was the same man looking at us by the river. He introduces us to him. So we finaly got dressed and ate dinner. The uncle told the nephew’ These are our guest so tret them with respect’ He shook his head. While the uncle laid down to rest mike asked him ‘WHy didn’t you join us’ the boy said ‘ I like to watch, I don’t like to participate.’ As I walked up behind him and place my hand on his shoulder and started to massage it. 

    He let out a small moan. He turned around and told me to stop, but I didn’t. I turned him around and started to kiss him. As we kissed Mike was behind him and started to spank his ass. He jumped with as if he was standing on hot coals. He moaned out a little. Mike whispered in his ear’ You like that don’t you. You want me to spank you again?’ He said yes. He started to reach in my pants to grab my dick. I loved it. I then turned him around to mike so they could kiss. I then started pull down the boy pants. He had a nice petite ass. I then asked him to bend over on the table. 

    He had a scared look on his face. Mike started to undress himself. Mike sat in a chair and started playing with himself. I started to lick and kiss the boys ass cheeks. Then I started to spread them. He started to pput his hands back there to stop me, thats when Mike grab the boys hand and but them on the table. I started to put tongue inside the boy…..


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