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Jerome was a towering specimen of male beauty, a living work of art who commanded every room he entered. His face was a lethal combination: high, razor-sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline that looked carved from granite, and piercing green eyes that gleamed with arrogance. His dark brown hair, short but slightly wavy, fell in messy strands across his forehead, adding a wild edge to his magazine-cover looks. His body was a temple of muscle: bulging biceps that strained the sleeves of his shirts, massive pecs that jutted out like shields, and abs so defined they seemed etched in stone. His thighs, thick and powerful, were the result of years of heavy squats, and though his jeans hid the rest, the noticeable bulge hinted at an impressive endowment—a long, thick cock that Jerome never hesitated to boast about as his secret weapon. Straight to the core, he moved from one woman to the next with the ease of someone who knew he was untouchable, but his cocky arrogance blinded him to the traps his own pride could set.

Ky, his friend and gym rival, was just as striking, but in a different way. Leaner but no less muscular, he had a sleek, chiseled physique, with sculpted biceps that flexed like steel cables, firm pecs that filled out his tight shirts perfectly, and abs that looked like a washboard. His thighs were strong yet agile, ideal for sprints and quick lifts. Ky’s face was softer, almost boyish, with delicate features but a crooked smile that hid a dangerous malice. His deep brown eyes, sharp and watchful, seemed to track Jerome’s every move, like a predator biding its time. His black hair, cropped short on the sides but longer on top, gave him a rebellious air. Ky was no slouch in the endowment department either: beneath his gym pants, you could make out a cock just as impressive, a trait he didn’t shy away from flaunting with sharp-witted jabs. But there was something about Ky—an undercurrent of intent, a calculation behind every word, as if each taunt was a step toward a precise goal.

After a grueling workout at the gym, the two headed to the pizzeria across the street, a ritual to unwind. Seated at a corner table with steaming pizzas in front of them, they ordered a pitcher of ice-cold beer, followed by another that Jerome insisted on grabbing from the bar. While Jerome downed glass after glass, refilling his mug with gusto and laughing loudly, Ky sipped his beer slowly, his eyes never leaving his friend. He joined in the laughter now and then, but his glass stayed half-full, his control evident even in a moment of levity. The air was thick with testosterone, with Jerome, fueled by the beer, dominating the conversation with tales of his conquests, his tight shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked pecs.

“Bro, you talk a big game, but you’re just a trophy hunter,” Ky said, his smirk barely visible as he set his glass down carefully. His voice was low, insinuating, like he was laying a trap. “Always chasing the next chick. But tell me, stud, could you hold back for a bit? Keep that legendary dick of yours in check for, say, a month?”

Jerome, cheeks flushed from the beer and ego soaring, let out a booming laugh, slamming his mug on the table. “Hold back? Ky, look at me.” He spread his arms wide, his biceps looking ready to burst. “I’m a fucking machine. My body does what I tell it to. I don’t need to jerk off every day like some desperate loser.” His gaze, slightly hazy from the alcohol, landed on Ky with a challenge.

Ky didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with a malicious spark. “Oh, really? Then let’s make a bet, hotshot. You say you’ve got all this control? Prove it. One month without touching yourself, without fucking, nothing. Just you and your willpower. If you win, I’ll cover your dinners for a week. But if you lose…” He paused, letting the words hang in the air, his smile widening. “…well, let’s see how much of a king you really are.”

Jerome, hyped up on beer and his own bravado, didn’t hesitate. “A month? That’s a joke, Ky. I own my dick, not the other way around. I’m in. Get ready to pay up.”

Ky chuckled, but his eyes stayed locked on Jerome. “Not so fast, buddy. I don’t trust you. You’re too slick to not try and cheat.” He leaned closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If you’re serious, you’ll wear a chastity cage. I’ll buy it, I’ll hold the keys. One month, locked up tight, with that stud cock of yours unable to do a damn thing. So, what do you say? You man enough to handle it?”

Jerome hesitated, but only for a split second, the beer clouding his judgment just enough. The challenge was too juicy, and his pride wouldn’t let him back down. “Do it, Ky,” he said, his grin masking a flicker of unease. “Buy that fucking cage. It won’t change a thing. I’m stronger than any bullshit you try to put on me.”

Ky nodded slowly, his smile sharpening. “Perfect. Tomorrow, in the locker room, after the workout. I’ll bring the cage, and we’ll see how long the great Jerome lasts.” His words were light, but there was a note of satisfaction, as if he’d just set in motion a plan that Jerome, still lost in his beer mug, couldn’t yet grasp.

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The next day, in the locker room, the air was thick with tension. Jerome had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles glistening with water and sweat. His pecs flexed with every move, his abs rippling like waves. Ky arrived with a black box in hand, his smile more dangerous than ever. “Here’s your new toy,” he said, pulling out a metal chastity cage, cold and compact, chosen carefully based on the measurements Jerome had cockily provided.

Jerome eyed it, his ego wrestling with a shadow of doubt. “Gimme that shit,” he muttered, dropping the towel. His cock, even at rest, was a masterpiece: long, thick, with veins faintly pulsing. Slipping on the cage was a slow process, the cold metal gripping his warm flesh. The click of the lock echoed like a verdict.

Ky slipped the key into his pocket, his eyes never leaving Jerome. “I bet you’ll be begging me to let you out in a couple of days,” he said, his voice low and laced with an unspoken promise.

Jerome pulled up his pants, his usual smirk sliding back into place. “Keep dreaming, Ky. I run my body. You better start saving for those dinners.”

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Only a few days had passed, but to Jerome, it felt like forever. The chastity cage was proving how badly he’d overestimated his endurance. Every girl who walked by in the gym, her leggings hugging her curves or her top teasing bare skin, was pure torment. Every Instagram pic of women in tiny bikinis or provocative poses set his blood boiling. And the porn videos he kept watching, hoping to scratch the unbearable itch burning inside him, were a knockout blow. His cock, used to ruling the show, strained desperately against the cage, begging for release. Every time he grabbed his bulge in a moment of arousal, forgetting his prison, the metal snapped him back to reality like a plunge into icy water. He couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t cum, couldn’t unleash the energy that made his legs shake and his temples throb.

He needed to jerk off, craved it. The thought of wrapping his hand around his thick, long cock and stroking until he exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm consumed him. But the cage was unrelenting, and the key was with Ky. Jerome was a volcano of frustration, and Ky knew it. He knew his friend better than anyone: a guy like Jerome, used to wielding his cock like a weapon daily, couldn’t handle this kind of abstinence. It was a tailor-made hell, and Ky, with his sly grin, was watching his plan unfold.

After days of this torture, Ky decided it was time to up the ante. He organized a “guys’ night” at his place, a carefully staged trap. He invited Jerome with the promise of a chill evening: popcorn, endless beers, salty snacks to spark thirst, and some old games on TV. He knew Jerome wouldn’t resist the chance to drink, especially now, when he was grasping for any distraction from his pent-up frustration. They grabbed everything they needed—way too many beers, bags of popcorn, and salty chips—and headed to Ky’s place, a spacious studio with a comfy couch and a big flat-screen.

Once there, they settled in. Jerome, in a tight shirt that showed off his chiseled pecs, flopped onto the couch, already cracking open a beer. Ky, in a black tee that hugged his defined abs, sat beside him, a faint smile playing on his lips. They started messing around as usual, laughing, munching on chips, and commenting on an old soccer match. Jerome drank like there was no tomorrow, downing beer after beer, his face flushing and his laughter growing louder. Ky, meanwhile, sipped slowly, his eyes fixed on Jerome, watching for every crack in his armor.

After about an hour, when Ky figured the beer had done its job, he grabbed the remote and switched channels. A porn flick came on: a busty blonde getting pounded by two ripped guys. Her moans filled the room, the rhythm of their bodies hypnotic. Jerome, mug halfway to his mouth, froze, his eyes glued to the screen. His cock, already on edge from days of denial, reacted instantly, straining against the cage with a force that tore a stifled groan from his throat.

“What the fuck, Ky?” he muttered, voice hoarse, but he couldn’t look away. The beer had fogged his mind, and the scene on the screen was like gasoline on the fire of his libido.

Ky turned to him, his smile now openly wicked. “Oh, sorry, bro. Thought it might help you… unwind,” he said, his voice low and dripping with fake innocence. He leaned closer, his knee brushing Jerome’s thick thigh. “Or is it driving you nuts? Tell me, how’s your buddy doing down there? Bet it’s screaming to get out.”

Jerome swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. His cock throbbed against the cage, every thrust on the screen amplifying the pain and perverse pleasure of his confinement. “Fuck you, Ky,” he growled, but his voice lacked conviction. The beer, the frustration, the porn—it was all too much. He felt like a caged animal, and Ky was watching him like a hunter who knew his prey was right where he wanted it.

Ky leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jerome’s ear. “You know, bro, I think you’re finding out something new,” he whispered, his words slow and deliberate. “All that control you thought you had? It’s falling apart. And I’m right here to watch it happen.” He dangled the key, pulled from his pocket, in front of Jerome’s eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, he slipped it back into his pocket, his smile widening. “You know, Jerome, you’re exceeding my expectations. I didn’t think you’d last this long without breaking.”

Jerome clenched his fists, his biceps flexing with tension. His pride was in tatters, crushed by the need raging inside him. The sight of the key, so close yet so far, was the final straw. “Ky, please,” he muttered, his voice broken, a tone he’d never used before. “Give me the key, just once. I gotta… fuck, I gotta jerk off, my balls are gonna burst. I can’t take it anymore, it’s all I think about, I’m begging you. I’ll put it back on after, I swear.”

Ky raised an eyebrow, his smile turning sharper, almost predatory. He leaned back, crossing his arms, letting the silence weigh heavy between them. “Oh, Jerome,” he said finally, his voice smooth and laced with dangerous satisfaction. “Begging, huh? That’s interesting. But you know, this is a bet. And I’ve got the key. You really want me to let you out? Or do you want to see how far you can go? Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll be strong for you. I won’t give you the key and let you lose the bet. You should be grateful.”

Jerome was breathing hard, his body a battleground between the urge to give in and the pride still fighting to hold on. The porn on the screen, the blonde’s moans, the heat of Ky’s body so close—it all seemed to conspire to break him. But Ky didn’t budge, didn’t pull out the key. He just watched, those brown eyes seeming to see every weakness.

“Chill, Jerome,” he said at last, raising his mug like a toast. “The night’s just getting started.” But in his eyes was a promise: this was just the beginning of a descent Jerome had never imagined.

At 3pm exactly Ryan enters room 405, it’s little used room at the end of a long corridor used more for storage then as a meeting space, idly he wonders why they don’t meet in his boss’s office.

As soon as he steps inside his concerns notch up a level. His boss is sat pensively in a chair. Whilst leaning back against a desk is a woman Ryan knows all too well, Stef from HR. If his boss has brought in HR to observe then this can only be bad, a sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. To make matters worse he has had several run-ins with Stef resulting in a deep mutual dislike of one another.

 Before Ryan can even take a seat, his boss speaks, “You know Stef?” It’s rhetorical because he knows Ryan does so, he just nods. “I’ve invited her here because of the gravity of the situation. We’ve discussed it and she advises me this means she and I have three options available to us.” Ryan doesn’t like the ‘She and I’ part of this. Surely it wasn’t for Stef to decide his fate? She’s just here to ensure that the company doesn’t break any employment rules.

Now wide-eyed Ryan looks from one to the other. Seeing a small smirk appear on Stef’s face. Ryan has the impression that she looks a little dishevelled, flushed. She is a fairly trim, not bad looking woman in her mid-thirties and very fastidious about her appearance. Before he could process this his boss goes on, “we can fire you.” He pauses to let that sink in. Seeing Ryan gulp he goes on, “we can issue a written warning – but Stef has ruled that out.” He now smirks, “or if we can satisfy ourselves that this is a one-off glitch, and that you’ll be a ‘good boy’ from now on, we could give you a verbal warning.” Stef interjects, “An oral.” She enjoys the confused look on Ryan’s face. “Do you think you can learn to be a ‘good boy’ if you take the oral option Ryan?” Ryan can see that she’s enjoying see him squirm, there’s a weird chemistry between her and his boss. They are exchanging knowing glances, both enjoying his discomfort.

Ryan stammers a little, “well, eh, well, of course, I, I would prefer the verbal, em, oral option and can assure you…” With a broader grin his boss jumps in “perhaps you should see what the oral option actually looks like Ryan, naturally I’d like to keep you on the Team, but you will need to satisfy Stef not me. Ryan is now hot and confused about what they are saying. As his gaze moves back to Stef, he sees that she is pulling her skirt up her legs as she shifts her legs apart. To Ryan’s utter shock she pulls it right up revealing first her stocking tops and then, no panties, but a shaved cunt. His brain races, realising what ‘oral’ means here.  He feels slightly sick. Surely, they aren’t expecting him to go down on her? It’s revolting, he’s gay and has never liked the idea of going down on a woman it really disgusts him, surely this is not legal.

Stef looks at him, smug, “so, gay boy, are you ready to take your oral? Recon you can actually satisfy a woman? Ryan has a sheen of sweat all over now, “eh, eh, look I’m sorry if I’ve, eh this can’t be legal, can it? I mean…” His boss cuts off is stumbling dialogue, “Think of it as a special arrangement Ryan, our way of helping you out. Now the job market is pretty slow at the moment and without a reference it may take you a while to get another job. So, perhaps you should show Stef how much you value this job. And how sorry you are for being such an arrogant little prick. Stef sniggers, “I’m waiting Ryan, let me hear how sorry you are first and then make it up to me.”

Ryan’s mind races, this can’t be happening. Not to him. But it is and he knows he has no choice. Mechanically he moves across the room and sinks to his knees in front of Stef. As he comes face to face with her pussy, he can see every detail of her engorged fleshy cunt. He can smell it, hot tangy, fishy. It’s so wet. The idea of getting anywhere near it is making him queasy. “I’m sorry I was rude to you Stef; it won’t happen again.” Stef’s hand is now moving into her cunt. A finger sliding over her sloppy gash. Ryan watches in horror as she brings her wet finger up and wipes if on his nose, then she guides it down under his chin lifting his head so he has to look her into her eyes. Ryan’s boss silently stands.

Steff grins, “Keep going gay boy, let me hear how much of an arrogant prick you have been.” “I’m so sorry I was such prick. I know I can be a bit of a wanker, Stef, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m so sorry…” Before he can grovel any more his boss’s large hand pushes his head forward, ramming him face first into the wet, puffy cunt. Ryan coughs and splutters as his face is rubbed into Stef’s now very juicy cunt. He can hear them laughing. “Shut up gay boy and make Stef happy,” his boss laughs. He hears Stef sigh as his face is rubbed up and down. He can feel the cunt juice spreading over his face. Smell the nasty fishy ditch. His nose is pressed between the warm folds of flesh, coating his face more. Ryan is horrified at what he’s being forced to do. He isn’t used to being bullied, humiliated and abused. He’s normally the one doing it.

His boss grinds his face into the sloppy trench a bit more before demanding Ryan start to pleasure Stef orally, “it’s called an oral for a reason Ryan, get your tongue in there. Make Stef happy.” Reluctantly Ryan starts to lick, immediately more juices flow. The taste is suddenly bleachy and to his horror Ryan realises that he’s ingesting their combined juices, Stef’s and his Boss’s. He’s actually scooping his own boss’s spunk out of a freshly fucked cunt. He pulls back briefly panting, retching, but is rammed back by his boss. As his face is mashed in to the warm wet space, he feels another pair of hands take control of his head. “Eat me out gay boy, fucking eat me, work that fag tongue.

Ryan wants it over; he starts lapping, working his tongue. No idea what he’s doing except filling his mouth with slime he has to swallow. Stef steers his head around, now grinding her own cunt onto his nose and mouth, groaning in pleasure as much at Ryan’s humiliation as the act. “How’s he doing?” His boss asks. “He needs practice, but he’ll learn. Get your fag tongue higher gay boy,” Stef pants. And as Ryan finally finds her clitoris she groans, “yes there you wanker, work it, yes good boy.” And Ryan frantically tongues the nub of flesh. He’s desperate for this to be over. His boss is stood right behind him using his crotch to press him into the hot rank space. Ryan can now hear their sloppy kisses as they make out. The whole scene is revolting to him. He is distracted briefly by the sound of a WhatsApp message pinging into his phone. But continues with his task lapping Stef’s recently fucked cunt.

Finally, Stef’s legs twitch uncontrollably, she’s shaking and panting, “yeah, fuck yes you piece of shit, yes, yes yeeeeeeeeeeees, fuck, yes.” And Ryan’s face is treated to even more cunt slime. As she finishes her orgasm, she pulls Ryan’s head back by his hair looking down into his shiny, red and wet features with a big smile, “not bad gay boy.” She starts to adjust her clothing to cover her sloppy cunt. Ryan’s boss takes a seat, as Ryan shuffles back and awkwardly stands, “So, what do you think Stef, four weeks on probation? Meeting once a week to check on his progress.” Ryan looks at his boss in horror, they can’t expect him to do this again. But they do, “Yeah, four weeks and if he’s not up to scratch we can extend it. Or just fire him.” She looks at Ryan with a contemptuous smile. “Good, that’s agreed, as long as you’re good with that of course Ryan. I assume you are?” Seeing Ryan’s defeated nod, he goes on “Good, I’ll get my PA to book this room again Stef and send you all diary notes. You should get going Ryan you have a lot of work to do. There’s a men’s room just down the hall. You might want to clean up a bit you look a mess.”

Ryan cleans up, seething with rage at the indignity of what he’s just done. He distracts himself with work for the next two hours determined to get this project back on track and out from under Stef’s control. The WhatsApp message he can see is from Paul, but much as he’s keen to see Paul’s on going suffering, it goes ignored. He takes a minute out to message his mate, Ed, and ask if he’s free for a drink tonight after work, he really needs one. Fortunately, Ed is up for it and agrees to meet at a local bar for a few beers at 6pm.

“Who’s next?” Zac asked to no one in particular. There were five other guys in the room all waiting their turn to fuck him. His buddy, Tate, was the first of the evening to break him in, got him loosened up for the others. 

“Step right up, bros,” Tate said as he stroked his dick which was still hard. “The bitch is tight as fuck.”

“I’ll go, bro.” It was Chase, the usually quiet and reserved mountain of muscle. Ever since he saw Zac walk in the door that night Chase couldn’t wait to bury his bone in that tight Marine pussy. “You want it gentle or rough, Marine?”

Zac guffawed. “Bro, there’s no other way but rough. And this goes for all you other dudes, don’t ask me what I want. I’m the bitch. You do what you want to me.”

Tate snickered. “She’s not lying. The bitch may look like a fucking big, bad ass, Marine, but she likes her pussy pounded.”

“Christ, Tate, you weren’t fucking kidding,” Scott said while he stroked his hard cock. He watched Chase mount the muscle boy Marine. Zac made a loud gasping sound when the bigger dude slid into him. “How do you know this cunt?” asked Scott.

Tate snickered. “Dude, we grew up together. Zac’s my best buddy from high school. Used to bone him all the time on the down low. Then the fucker went into the Marines. I went to college. When ever the bitch would come home on leave, we’d fuck. Zac just got home on leave and wanted to visit his old fuck buddy. Asked me to set up a banger. Pussy has been deployed for a year and hasn’t been cunted in a while.”

“Oh my god, your fucking pussy is sucking my dick in,” Chase growled at Zac. “Fucking pussy is unbelievable.”

“God damn, your cock is so big, bro.” Zac clenched his jaw, his eyes were squeezed shut. “Stretching out my puss bro!”

Blaine was standing next to Scott, also stroking his hard cock. “Chase! Bro, take it easy on her. You’re gonna wreck her pussy for the rest of us.”

“Fuck off!” Zac blurted out to Blaine. “Don’t stop, you fucking beast,” he said to Chase. 

“Don’t worry, bro,” Tate said to Blaine. “The bitch can take it and still stays tight. Her pussy is like fucking elastic.”

“FUCK! GOD DAMN IT! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!” Chase roared as he rammed all the way in, his ass flexed as he released his load into the jacked Marine. 

“FUCK YEAH! FUCKING WARM AND STICKY!” Zac blared out. “I feel your boys inside me, bro.”

Chase pulled out and climbed off the Marine. He smacked the muscle boy’s ass. “Good Marine pussy.”

“Next!” Zac called out. 

Before anyone could move, Murphy hopped over the back side of the couch and straddled the muscular ass. Murphy was a beautiful, smooth, muscular, mixed Asian bro. He had been standing back, taking in the scene, reading the room. But he knew he was going to do his worst on that Marine pussy. 

“Fuck it. I’m not waiting for you losers,” Murphy said as he plunged into Zac’s hole without any warning. 

Zac’s head shot up and a scream escaped his throat. Murphy slapped him hard on the side of the head. “Shut the fuck up, fucking sloppy Marine faggot!” He immediately began the onslaught of slams into Zac’s ass. The Marine’s eyes were bulging, his mouth agape, his head bouncing on the mattress. “Fucking Marine pussy faggot,” Murphy growled. 

Zac tried to speak but all that came out were whimpers and grunts. Murphy slapped him again. “What’s that, bitch? Speak the fuck up, Marine!”

Zac made fists as he grabbed the cushions. Murphy smacked him again. “What’s wrong Marine? Can’t fucking take it? You a pussy?”

Tate stepped forward. “Uh, Murph, bro take it easy.”

Zac let out a loud groan. “NO!” he directed at Tate. “I can fucking take it, asshole. Is that all you got… fucking mutt?” he said to Murphy, alluding to his mixed Asian heritage. 

“The fuck did you just call me?” Murphy yelled at him. 

“MUTT!” Zac yelled back. 

“Fucking faggot!” Murphy went into full beast mode. He was in push up position and he slammed himself down with vicious pounding into the Marine pussy hole. 

“COME ON, FUCK ME, ASSHOLE!” Zac was egging him on, trying to get the hardest, deepest, roughest fuck from the muscular alpha. 

Murphy had had enough of this fucker’s taunts. He brought one leg forward, smashing his foot down on the side of Zac’s head, pressing it into the cushion. 

“There you go, asshole!” Zac said, muffled by the cushion. “Destroy my pussy.” The other four studs stood in shock and amazement as the two perfect specimens fucked like two animals in the wild. Zac was feeling every inch at this new angle. This was a new position for him. He thought he’d been fucked in every position he could think of, but not this one. It was getting hard to breathe which he found exciting. It meant he had found his match, a dude who could take him the way he liked it. Now, the breathing was getting more difficult. He reached up with one hand and grabbed Murphy’s ankle and tried to get it off. 

“That’s right faggot, fight me,” Murphy snarled as Zac started thrashing. Murphy lifted his foot away. Zac’s head shot up, gasping for air. 

“FUCK!” Zac yelled. 

Murphy suddenly pulled out. Zac yelped. Murphy manhandled the stud onto his back. he lived up the Marines legs, spread them wide and stuck his cock into him. Zac gasped again. 

The other four guys in the room were stroking hard. “Bro, should we do something?” Blaine asked Tate. 

“Fuck no.  The bitch can handle it. Faggot knows how to take a rough cock.”

Murphy looked down at the Marine, sneered at him and the spit into Zac’s open mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” Zac hissed.

“Fucking bitch,” Murphy growled as he pummeled his cock into the Marine. He brought himself up into a push up position and slammed his cock down into Zac’s hole with loud smacks.

“Ohhhh shit, dude!” Zac howled. His voice went up an octave. “Shiiiiit, bro! Wrecking my fucking pussy!”

Murphy continued to slam down. Zac spread his legs wide like a wishbone, the heels of his feet pointing up. His muscular legs hovered in the air as his ass swallowed every thrust pushed into him.

Chase was in awe watching. “Fuck, bro. Look at those beautiful, jacked legs spreading wide like a fucking whore.”

Blaine laughed. “I can’t believe this hot as fuck Marine is putting out like this. It’s like he’s fucking insane for cock. He like this all the time?”

Tate guffawed. “Bro, he’s a fucking Marine. They’re all like this all the time. All they want to do is fuck pussy, fuck ass, or get fucked. He would take cock 24/7 if he could.”

Murphy wrapped his hands around Zac’s throat as he fucked.

Zac grinned. “Fuck yeah, mutt. Fucking choke me out.”

That spurred Murphy on to fuck him harder. The smacking sound their fuck was making now sounded like thuds because Murphy was ramming in so hard. Zac’s face was turning bright red, veins popped up on his forehead. His eyes were glassed over, and his teeth were clenched.

Tate stepped forward. “Murph, bro, back it off a little bit. You’re gonna kill him.”

Murphy ignored Tate. He had an evil grin on his face.

Tate put his hand on Murphy’s shoulder. “Bro, stop. He can’t breathe.”

Murphy aggressively pushed Tate away. “Not stopping til he’s out.”

Blaine and Chase rushed over and grabbed onto Murphy’s shoulders and tried to pull him off. But Murphy was so big and brutal that he easily fought them off with one hand while the other was still choking the Marine.

Tate jumped back up and put Murphy in a head lock. He looked down at Zac. His eyes were closed, and his legs were limp on the couch. “Murph! He’s out! He’s out, bro!”

At that second Murphy threw back his head and yelled out, “FUUCK YEAH FUCKING PUSSY MARINE!” He growled as he uploaded volley after volley of cum into the unconscious Marine. He spasmed as he kept cumming.

Tate was smacking Zac on the cheeks. “Wake up, Zac! Wake up! Oh fuck! Wake up!”

Murphy relaxed, kept his cock inside Zac and watched Tate try to revive him.  Murphy scoffed. “He’s fine. He’s a fucking Marine.”

Blaine appeared with a water bottle and poured it over Zac’s face. He promptly woke up, spitting water and breathing heavy.

“Told you he’s fine,” Murphy said.

Zac looked up and saw Murphy’s face. Zac frowned and then said, “Again.”

In response, Murphy jabbed inside of Zac. Zac gasped. “Thought you’d say that, cunt.”

Zac’s cock got completely hard in seconds. He touched his cock, and it squirted cum all over himself.

Tate laughed. “I thought I’d seen it all. You are a fucking, dirty slut, bro. A fucking, dirty slut.”

Zac grinned. “This is me when I haven’t got fucked in six months.”

“Murph, give him a break. We all want another shot,” Tate said to Murphy.

“Fucking Christ. Fine.” He pulled out of the Marine and climbed off the couch.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Zac said to him. “We got all weekend.”

Murphy scowled at him. “Keep calling me mutt and I’ll choke you out until you’re dead, faggot.”

“Bring it on”.

Rian

Ok, this is all going to be fine. I kept telling myself that. I was so nervous thinking about going to see Mark. I knew what you wanted from me. He was very clear on his intentions and what my role would be. His fuck boy. I worshipped the man for so long and to find out he wanted to be with me sexually because I turned him on so much was so flattering, and I felt so honored that I let him fuck me. I let another dude stick his dick in my ass… and I liked it. All that fucking power he had, the confidence and sheer determination to have me.

I skipped school the next morning Mark wanted. I went to the gym and blasted my muscles with a grueling workout. I wanted to be impressive when I saw him. I wanted him to see me and tell me how hot I was to him. I pumped my muscles and did lots of squats since my ass was his favorite thing about me.

At the gym I was having conflicting feelings. I would see these big, jacked, hot guys and I would compare them to Mark. The ones who had stellar bodies made my cock twitch. I was finding more and more guys attractive and in a sexual way. When I thought I gravitated to them in mutual admiration, I was subconsciously sexually attracted to them. Now that my eyes were opened, everywhere I looked at the gym I kept seeing dudes who I thought were hot. I found myself staring. I no longer looked at them as inspirational figures, but as sex objects that I wanted to fuck.

After the gym, I went home and shaved down my entire body. For the last year I have been shaving down. All the guys were because Mark did, and they liked the way it looked. It made you look more defined and sleeker. Mark commented how much he loved my smooth, hairless body. He liked me smooth as glass, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. It was all about not disappointing him. Maybe it’s because my own dad was a bum and seemed always disappointed in me. Mark was different. He was supportive an encouraging. Hell, he built me a rock-solid body. He was more of a dad than my own father. Mark was my dad.

I made sure I looked perfect. I wore a very tight t-shirt, khaki shorts that fit snug on my quads and ass, and a pair of Chucks. A nice jock look. I wanted to make him horny right when he saw me. All the way to over Mark’s my dick was hard. I tried not to touch it because I didn’t want to cum in my shorts. Just thinking about the man made me hot. But at the same time, I was scared shitless. Scared because of what this all meant for my life and, most of all, I was scared Deacon would find out. I was so paranoid that I parked a block away and walked to the house.

MARK

I was still recovering from yesterday’s tag team with JT and his brother, Lock. We spent a few hours in that sex room. They took turns using me in every position we could think of. Locke was crushing on me big time. I didn’t mind at all. Now I was the fuck boy for a kid half my age and size and I fucking loved it. He twisted my body to contort to whatever position he wanted me. I can’t tell you how relieving it was to lose control, sit back and let a hot dude take control, call me names, slap me around, manhandle me. When they left, I was nothing but a sticky, cum-drenched, sweaty whore. Locke gave me his number and told me I was a good fuck boy.

I took it easy all morning being lazy. Just after noon, I went into my gym and got a tough workout in, pumping up my body, getting ready for Rian.

I lay by the pool, tight blue speedo, Ray-Ban’s, thick hair swept back. I was looking sexy for my new fuck boy. I heard the front door Ring camera, checking the app, I watched the musclebound boy walk up to the front door. He used his key Deacon gave him and walked in. He skipped school like I told him. I told him to go to the gym and get a nice pump before coming over.

“Mark!” he called out. I smiled hearing him call me dad.

“By the pool!” I called back.

I had the humungous glass accordion doors to the pool open. He walked out and stopped when he saw me sitting next to the pool laying out on a lounger. My body was on display and the sexy blue speedo was sure to please the kid.

“Hey, muscle boy,” I said to the hunky kid, holding up a beer before taking a drink.

“Wow,” he said excitedly. “Damn, dude. You look fucking hot.”

I gleamed my bright white teeth, loving his reaction to my body. “Well, come on, muscle boy. Put on your suit and join me.”

He looked troubled. “I didn’t bring a suit. I didn’t know we’d be out here.”

“Go into my walk-in and snag one. I know you want to.”

He smiled. “Cool. Be right back.”

I only had to wait a few minutes. When he came outside, my jaw dropped. He strutted like a stud, knowing he looked hot. He had picked another blood red speedo.  They were high cut showing more quad and corded hip flexors. His skin was smooth all over, tan and popped with muscle. His ass was a sculpture trying to burst out of the tiny spandex. God, I’m going to ravage that kid.

“Jesus, Rian,” I said in awe.

“You like it?” he asked with a smug look. He knew damn well I liked it.

“Cocky little fucker,” I replied with a grin. “Fucking swole, muscle boy.”

“Can I have a beer?”

I opened the cooler next to me and tossed him a can. He caught it one-handed with ease. He cracked it open and took the lounger next to me.

“You talk to Deacon yesterday?”

He looked a little uneasy. “Of course. Weird as fuck, though. I kept thinking that ‘oh my god, I’m having sex with his dad.’ I really don’t want him to find out.”

“Sorry. It’ll be fine. He won’t find out,” I said in a consoling fatherly tone.

“And my asshole was sore all day yesterday,” he chuckled under his breath.

I laughed. “Sorry about that too, muscle boy.”

“Are you though?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. ‘

“Asshole,” he jabbed and took another drink.

“But seriously, what’s going through your head?”

Rian sat quietly thinking. “I don’t know. I mean, I liked what we did. I like you.”

My heart swelled. The kid was so sweet.

He continued, “I’m trying to think back, since I’ve known you, if I have always been sexually attracted to you. I think when I hit 16, I was, but I just didn’t realize what it was; that is was really sexually and not hero worship.”

I nodded. He had really thought about this. “Well, are you attracted to other dudes?”

Again, he thought about it. “Yeah,” he answered hesitantly. “But only certain guys. Guys that look like you and me, real muscular guys, athletes mostly.”

“That’s understandable, Rian. You like hot guys, you want to be with hot guys, you are a hot guy. It’s obvious you would be attracted to the same kind of guys.”

He nodded his head and took a drink. My dick was stiff and stretching the spandex. He noticed it, stared at it for a few seconds and then rubbed his own dick. It began to grow.

“All this talk about dudes got you worked up, muscle boy?” I asked him, a little taunting too as I squeezed my cock.

He stared at my cock and then looked me square in the eye, gave me a sneer, and said, “Dude, are we going to fuck? Or talk?”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise at his sudden boldness. I slammed down the rest of my beer. I stood grabbed his elbow and yanked him up.

“Let’s go, fuck boy,” I growled as I pulled him behind me. My grasp was tight because I wanted him to know and feel what he was getting into.

I heard him say, “Ow,” quietly under his breath. It just made me pull harder.

When we got to the bedroom, I swung him around and flung his beefy body on the bed.

“Whoa!” he yelled out as he bounced on the bed. “Shit.” His eyes were big as he saw me coming at him, crawling up on the bed like a predator.

“Spread those legs for your man,” I growled. My eyes were mean and focused on his.

He spread them as I crawled up between them. I lay down on top of him, his legs crossed around my waist. I went in for the kill and swallowed his tongue. He moaned and groaned into my mouth.

RIAN

Jesus Christ, the man was coming at me like a fucking lion. I knew when I asked him if we were going to fuck or talk that he would love that. I knew it would make him aggressive. I just didn’t realize HOW aggressive. I swear he has the strength of 10 men. He flung me on the bed like I weighed nothing.

His kiss was passionate and hungry at the same time. He was such a fucking awesome kisser. He reached down and palmed my hard cock through my speedo. I ran my hands over his mountainous back muscles and his triceps.

All day yesterday, all I could do was think about Mark and the way he made me feel. I didn’t have lacrosse practice. I lied. I was just scared shitless. What happened between us was unsettling, but I still liked it. I wanted to do it again, but it made me nervous. Being the guy that another guy fucks was something I never thought I would experience. I felt like a bitch. I felt like another man’s bitch. But at the same time, if it was with Mark, I could be his bitch forever and it wouldn’t bother me. I just don’t want to be that way with any other guy. But I was afraid if I fell this far, this fast, it could happen again.

We made out for a long time, lots of sex sounds echoing around the room. My legs were wrapped around his small waist, and I wanted his cock to rub against my hole.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he grabs me and flips me over on my stomach. He slaps my ass and kneads it with his big hands.

“Damn it, fuck boy. I love your ass.”

I craned my head to look back at him. “You made it. You fuck it.” Damn was I getting bold. I felt his face buried in my ass; his tongue was warm against the spandex covering my hole. It was so erotic.

Mark

The kid’s plump, bubble ass was exposed for me to take. He clenched it tight as he humped the mattress. I buried my face in that ass and licked it through the spandex. Fuck, he looked so hot in the small suit. I realized I had a spandex sports gear fetish a long time ago. It was always a bonus to find another guy who was into it. Rian was into it because I was, and he also liked the way HE looked in it. I caught him several times checking himself out in the mirror.

My heart rate was revving up and I felt like I was going to explode; I’d rather do that in the boy’s ass. I was out of control, and it scared me how much I wanted Rian. I reached for the lube I had placed next to the pillow. I pulled down the waistband of my suit under my balls and slathered lube on my cock. The boy’s back muscles were flexing, and his traps and shoulders strained. I poured lube on my hand and palmed his hole again. He flinched, squeezed his butt and moaned. I pushed a spandex covered finger into his hole. His head came up off the pillow, he hissed and then let out an “oh yeah!”

I had an idea that I thought would be fun. I’d done it before, and I knew he would like it. I pinched the back seam of his suit and ripped it open just around his hole. I was going to fuck this fuck boy while he was wearing the suit. I lubed up his hole. When I stuck my finger in him, he squirmed which was hot.

He looked back at me in surprise. “Holy fuck, this was so hot. You gonna fuck me while I’m wearing your speedo?”

I don’t know what I was thinking or where my head was at; I just saw red. I ignored his question. I had to have him so bad. I plunged my cock though the hole in the spandex, into his muscle pussy, and slid in until I bottomed out.

His head flew up and he screamed. “FUCK!” his hands fisting the sheets. “TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” His scream was an octave higher than it should have been. I woke from my trance, stopped fucking, and lay down on his back.

I tried to soothe him. “Shh, shh, shh,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s ok, baby boy.”

“No, it not!” He pushed up trying to throw me off. The kid was strong. But I was stronger. I didn’t want to pull out of him, not when it felt so good on my cock.

I reached around and covered his mouth with my hand. “Breathe through your nose, baby boy. Breathe”

He mumbled though my hand and it sounded like swearing. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I still wanted to fuck him. I decided to give him what he wanted but still stay in control. I wrapped my other arm under his chest, pressed my chest to his back and held him tight. The I arched my back, and I gently slid out of him. I felt his body go slack and let out a heavy breath out.

I held him tight. I kissed his neck. I whispered in his ear, “Sorry, muscle boy. I lost control. I’ll go in slow this time, ok?”

He shook his head and mumbled something. I just held him still. I took my hand away from his mouth. He was holding back tears. “That fucking hurt!”

I felt awful. “I’m so sorry, Rian. I just couldn’t hold myself back. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry.”

I kissed his cheek and ran my fingers through his thick hair. “You do things to me, Rian. It won’t happen again, ok?”

He was silent and still. He lay his head down on the bed and rested.

“I’m sorry, Rian. Just take a minute and relax. We’ll go again when you’re ready.”

“When I’M ready or when YOU’RE ready?” he asked.

I knew I had to make it up to him and I knew a way to get him to relax.

Rian

Oh, my fucking God! I feel like someone stuck a rifle up my ass and pulled the trigger.  What the fuck was that? And he’s still on top of me. I’m not sure what to do. I can tell he’s sorry. Other dudes may be able to handle that, but I can’t. Not yet anyway. I loved the weight of him on my back. I love the smell of his skin against my face. I loved his big hands, and I love his powerful strength.

I took a few minutes to relax. I saw him reach under the pillow and pull out a little brown bottle. “Mark, I don’t think I can do…,” I was interrupted when he held the popper bottle under my nostril. He put a finger against the opposite nostril.

“Sniff,” he said plainly.

I sniffed and FUCK ME! That shit woke me up and made my heart race. I felt a surge run though my body and my head spun. It made me so fucking horny.

“There you go, fuck boy. Breathe it in. Let the poppers relax you.”

I started to hump my ass back against him. My hole itched to be filled. I suddenly felt high and not the kind of high I get when I smoke weed. This was much more potent. I felt his cock push at my hole again.

“I’m going in again, fuck boy. This time don’t be such a little bitch,” he growled into my ear. That motivated me.

I felt him slide in, all the way in, but I didn’t care. It felt amazing. He bottomed out and began his fuck. I writhed around on the bed, feeling high and erotic. Mark fucked me with aggression and gusto.

“Deep inside your wet pussy, fuck boy. Deep inside,” he said. He kept fucking me hard. “Arch your back, fuck boy.”

I humped into the mattress; my dick was so hard that it almost hurt. He jammed the bottle under my nose again. I breathed in and felt the world spin away again.

“I said, arch your fucking back, fuck boy. Do it.” I arched my back, and I felt him go deeper. “Good boy. I love my muscle boy.”

“Fuck me,” I found myself saying. “Fuck my muscle pussy.”

I heard him sigh a growl. He tensed his body and fucked in long hard strokes. He was in a push up position and he raised and dropped his ass down hard making his cock go deeper. I was lost in the feeling of it.

“Ok, shit! Oh, shit!” I squealed into the pillow. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…,” I kept repeating.

I could hear Mark’s heavy breathing and drops of sweat fell in my back.

“Your pussy is to fucking warm inside, fuck boy. It’s so fucking perfect.”

I squeezed my hole around his cock, and I heard him gasp. “Oh yeah! Squeeze that cunt, fuck boy!”

“Fuck me.” I cooed. “I got your fucking dad cock in my pussy.”

Mark

Hearing him refer to himself as my boy was too much. For a split second I wish he really was my son. A son that I engineered to become the man he is today. A hot muscle boy son, so handsome and so beautiful. But wait, that’s Deacon. I formed him just as much as I formed his buddies. He has my genetics, but I kicked them into overdrive. I built that boy into the fucking stud he is today, a mini-me. He was identical to me when I was his age. But I never crossed that line with him. I can with Rian.

I fucked the boy within an inch of his life. His swole muscular body being jostled around on the bed. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to engulf him. I wished I could climb into his body and be one with him.

Rian suddenly pushed himself up onto all fours and began to thrust his ass back on my cock. His head was flung back and his mouth open. He made guttural sounds while he slammed back on my cock. I looked down and saw my cock disappear between the spandex covered glutes into a smooth pink hole. He looked behind and up at me. His teeth were clenched, his face serious as he tried to jam as much of me inside him as he could. I think I created a monster.

“Cum inside me you fucker!” he screamed at me. “Come on! Cum inside your boy!”

Oh shit. That did it. What the fuck? I think I lost consciousness as my body felt like it had been electrocuted as it tensed up and my balls felt heavy. My cock expanded inside his ass, and I felt torrents of sticky sperm flood the boy’s muscle pussy.

I went dizzy and collapsed on his back. I felt him jerk and convulse as he had cum without touching himself. Then, he fell flat taking me with him.

I rolled off the kid. His forearm under my neck. He curled it up bringing my head to his shoulder, where he snuggled it. He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.

“God damn, dude,” he said while panting. He kissed my forehead while I recovered. Yeah. That was so hot. Fuck, I wish I was Deacon.

My eyes shot open. I looked up at him. “Really?”

“Uh huh. You’re the best dad. I’m so fucking jealous of Deac. He has everything I want, and he doesn’t even know it.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I said solemnly. “He’s a great kid, but I spoiled him too much.”

 “You are so fucking awesome, and handsome, and hot, and rich. What son wouldn’t want that. The only difference is how I would show you my appreciation.”

I looked up at him again and smiled. “You’re beautiful, Rian.”

“I’m your muscle boy.” He kissed me again, “I’m always going to be your muscle boy.”

“Deal.”

“Let me recover for a few minutes, and then I want you to fuck me again, on my back, so I can see my man’s handsome face while he fucks me.”

“You’re mine.”

During the night I woke up with Juan slowly fucking me. His huge cock was hard and throbbing in me. He was groaning softly.

“*OK my darling? Not too much?*” he whispered in my ear, pushing his big cock deep into me and groaning.

“*No, it’s OK. I love it!*” Yes, I did love it when I woke up with my all-nighter fucking me!

“*One more reason to fucking love you*,” he whispered.

Juan’s cock was rock-hard and his one hand was stroking my chest, and the other was above my head, stroking my hair.

“*I fucking love you so much my darling!*” he gushed.

“*I love you too! Ahhhhh!*” I answered.

“*Oh godd! This is just too wonderful!*” Juan was now fucking me deeper and faster. I looked at André and realised he was coming awake … oh fuck! He’d want in too if he saw what was going on!

“Started without me, hmmm?” André rolled towards me and kissed me. First a small peck. His hands were on my chest and his and Juan’s fingers got entwined. André leaned over me and kissed Juan. It was a long and slobbery kiss followed by small pecks and kisses and lip-sucking and groans – these two were madly in love with each other!

I put my hand on André’s cock. It was very hard – no surprises there! – and was already starting to ooze precum. He put his hand on my identical cock and squeezed it. He rubbed my precum over the head and enclosed my cock in his hand. I jacked André’s cock and took some of his precum and put it into my mouth. It tasted exactly like mine but I still loved it.

André let go of Juan and trailed his mouth over my ear, over my cheek onto my nose. Perhaps it was because it was dark, but he planted a kiss on my nose and then kissed me on the mouth. His tongue flicked over my lips and I opened my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and I sucked on it hungrily. I loved him so much. I’d never deny him sex – ever! He was just so sexy … yes, I look exactly the same, but I only saw myself in the mirror – I see André every day, most of the day. He was sexy – full stop! I put my hand behind his head and hugged him closer. Our cocks pushed against each other and our precum was making a huge mess on our tummy hair. André pushed his body close to mine and kissed me again.

Fuck! I loved my brother more than life! He WAS my life!

“I fucking love you baby bro! I love you to bits – so much, it scares me. I’ll never allow you to leave me alone. Never, ever – you hear me? Never. I love you too much,” André said looking at me in the dimly lit room and kissed me again.

“I love you too bro! You’re the most important person in my life. Not even Dad or Mom or Juan could take your place. I’d never leave you – don’t worry! I love you too much!” I answered. “And not even Luigi whom I love very much could replace you!”

“Now, you big oaf, I want in too! Come on, let me in baby bro!”

“You sex dogg! Also, you don’t want me to have some fun alone with my darling, eh?” Juan ribbed André.

“Stuff you! I’m going in too. I have needs and I have rights as the only brother here. Roll over. Move!” For somebody who had just woken up, he was very bossy!

André pushed me to roll on top of Juan and reached for the lube. He was pumping his hard cock to slick it up and jacked my cock too. Of course, I was super-hot, and sopping wet …

André put my legs on his shoulders and moved in. He aimed his cock on my hole and started to push in on top of Juan’s big cock … oh godd! I’ve had it a couple of times now but every time they double-fucked me, it was like a new experience altogether. Our cocks were not small, most definitely not at 23cm, and thick. I groaned and held my breath as my brother’s big cock slid in on top of Juan’s cock. As André’s cockhead moved over my prostate I felt the precum and a little cum being squeezed from my piss slit. Ahhhh! Oh godd! It was so nice! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me!

André continued to push in and soon he was in all the way. His pubic hair was on my ass and his big balls on my hole, and on Juan’s cock and balls. Fuck! What an entanglement, but I loved it!

André was fucking me with long deep thrusts and he was startling to growl. He was hot as hell and he was about to pump a big load into me again, and soon too.

Juan held me on top of him with his arms around my chest, playing with my nipples and chest hair. His one hand was jacking my cock and I felt the cum boiling up in my loins.

Juan’s cock in me was twitching and he fucked me slowly and groaned while André’s cock was sliding over his cock.

“Oh fuck! This is fantastic! Every time we double-fuck you, it’s like it is for the first time. I just fucking love it my darling! Ahhhh! I’m close! André, how far are you, bro?” Juan asked.

“I’m almost there! You guys are driving me mad! Oh fuck baby bro! You’re so hot and moist and soft … oh fuck!” André was picking up speed and I felt his cock growing even bigger and harder. He was groaning and was fucking me fast and deep.

Juan was starting to groan too. He pushed his big cock deep into me and picked up speed fucking me with short thrusts.

“André, I’m about to cum! I’m fucking cumming … oh godd! Oh my darling! Oh fuck! I’m going to cumm! Oh fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah! Hnnnngghhhhnnngghh! Ahhhhh! Oh fuck!” Juan was growling and panting. I felt his big cock twitching in me and felt him pumping a huge load into me.

Almost immediately, André was pushing his cock deep into me and it was spasming. He held his cock still, buried deep inside me and shuddered. He was cumming. “Oh fuck me! Oh fuck! Anton you’re killing me! Ahhhhh! Hnnnnggahhhhhhgnnnnn!”

André took my cock in his hand and started to jack me off. I was so horny, within a few seconds I started to shoot my load. My cum flew everywhere. It was on my chest, under my chin, in my face, on Juan’s face, against the headboard, on my tummy – my loads were fast becoming as copious as my lovers’ loads! I wondered what André’s cumloads were like now, if they were also as big as mine. I groaned and my breathing was shallow. I groaned.

Eventually I had to push André’s hand off my cock. My hole was spasming and clenching over the two cocks in me.

Oh fuck! What a great feeling!

André leaned forward and started licking the cum from my face. He kissed me and I tasted my cum on his tongue. He licked the cum from my neck and kissed Juan. They were groaning in my ear. André leaned down and licked the cum from my chest hair and kissed me again. Ahhh! What a nice experience! My bro feeding my cum he licked from Juan’s face, my face, my neck and my chest.

“I’m pulling out now, OK? We need to get some sleep. These nightly shenanigans will take its toll on my beauty sleep. This big oaf just couldn’t keep his horny cock to himself. No, he had to fuck you in the dead of night and disturb the peace … I’m glad the stray cats were not woken …”

“Ahh! Just shut your trap, you tramp! And you didn’t join in, eh? Is that it? You didn’t have some fun too? You ungrateful delinquent! Here I share my bed and my darling with you, and this is how you repay me? Sheez! I also have feelings, you know!” Juan ribbed André.

“This bed was paid for by Dad and I was compelled to intervene. You were taking advantage of my brother You were abusing my baby bro against his will …”

“Stop it you two! Let’s get your cocks out of me so we can have some sleep. Sheez! I’m calling Dad to silence you two! Would you mind bringing us some Coke please André?” I asked.

“Yeah yeah! First you fight with me and now you’re ordering me around? OK! OK! I’ll be the bigger one and do it! The oaf won’t do it …! Ungrateful ogre!”

“Watch it!” Juan said and gave André’s head a playful swipe.

André pulled out and got out of bed to get us some Coke. Juan pulled me closer to him and kissed me on the ear. “Thank you my darling man! You’re really something else! You drive us all mad! I love you very much! But we really need to get some sleep. You have a big test today. What time is it?”

He retrieved his iPhone from the nightstand and touched the home button: “It is just after 2 o’clock. Shit!”

André returned with the Coke and ranted when he saw Juan was still inside me. “Sheez, you big oaf! Get out of my baby bro so we could get some sleep! Now!” He aimed a swipe at Juan but Juan grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. He pulled André’s face to his and kissed him. André melted and kissed back.

But he broke free: “My big beautiful oaf, it’s nice to have someone like you, but really! I have to get some sleep. Our test …! My beauty …! No sympathy or empathy or …”

“Yes, OK! I get it! I’m getting out of my darling, don’t worry. I just wanted to stay in him a little longer, OK?”

“I’m still calling Dad!”

“Shut up and close your eyes!”

We had our Coke and settled in again to sleep the rest of the night, with the emphasis on ‘sleep’.

———

Our test went well, despite the little sleep we had, the little time we had to prepare, and all the sex that was going down. However, we managed to ace the question paper – we were two clever boikies!

After the test we had an hour free and decided to spend it in the ‘kaf’, having big cappuccinos and Italian biscotti. André wanted to have a blueberry muffin with strawberry jam. Just as we sat down with our refreshments, my iPhone beeped. It was Luigi.

“So busy but thinking of u. I love you my darling. Have a nice day. ;-)”

“Love u too. Can’t wait to see & touch & kiss & feel u again. Nice day. XoX”

I pondered on the fact that Luigi was the one person that I loved with all my heart, but today I was going to have sex with the Gentle Giant and our hockey captain. I couldn’t give up on that … sorry Luigi!

Before long, Johan Malherbe joined us with a coffee and a custard slice. Just before he sat down, the bulge in his pants was very evident. He was boned up just seeing us. Never in my wildest dreams since we started playing hockey with this man, did I even think I’d ever have coffee with him, let alone having sex with him! And to think his dick was actually BIGGER than ours? Unthinkable!

He was pleasant and asked us about our intended visit, if we were still OK with it. We confirmed that we were still interested. I wanted to know more about his Audi and he was too glad to tell us about the car his dad bought him recently. A mean machine and a beautiful car indeed. He invited us for a spin in his fancy car.Herman entered the ‘kaf’ a little later and went to the counter to get coffee, and a prepared ham, cheese and tomato sandwich they toasted for him. He joined us a few minutes later. and put a hand on Johan’s arm. He liked the man!

“Good news! Coach managed to get me the alumni money! I’m no longer a poorest soul fighting to survive! I’m so much in debt with him and you guys … you’ve really changed my life – big time! Thanks guys!”

“You can say thank you to Juan tonight!” André put in. He gave Herman’s leg a squeeze.

“I’ll suck him for the rest of his life! He is a great guy!” Herman gushed. I was so glad. He was a straight-A student and deserved this break we organised for him, and thanks to Dad and Juan, his future looks less bleak. And now Johan Malherbe too … perhaps?

“Are we still set for this afternoon?” Johan asked as he sipped his coffee.

“Oh fuck yes! Juan, erm … Coach knows about it and he’s OK with it. But he still wants in tonight if you wanted to. You could be sucking your coach by 9 o’clock if you still wanted to taste his big dick. Do you?” I asked Johan who was blushing beetroot red.

“Oh fuck yes! I wish I could’ve sucked him in the toilet yesterday, if he’d just let me! He is so hot!” Johan gushed.

“You’ll get your chance tonight, and more if you want!” André put in.

“More? More what?” Johan asked with big eyes.

“Not to worry. You’ll see. Let it be a surprise for you – a NICE surprise!” André said and winked at Johan.

“I did my very best not to jack off last night, but I had a wet dream … it was one hell of a mess! My sheets were all messed up! Fuck!” Herman said and cursed. “But, I’d be good to go at 3! The barrels will all be full again!”

“And you Johan? Did you manage to abstain?” André asked.

“Oh fuck no … after yesterday in the toilet I was hard and horny again by the time I got home. I jacked off right by the front door! I just hauled my cock out and jacked it right there. I watched myself in the mirror in the foyer and squirted against the mirror. It was so fucking hot! So, no – I’m afraid I didn’t abstain! Sorry! But I’m also good to go right now, let alone at 3!” Johan leaned back in his chair, lifted his pelvis up, and yes, his cock bulged big in his pants. Another sex dogg! “And what about you two? Did you abstain?”

“I’m afraid we’re also guilty! We had sex with Coach last night and during the night … it was so good!” André said and winked at Herman, who knew how things went down in the Du Toit and Le Roux household … sex, sex and more sex!

“Really? Twice last night? Wow!” Johan said and whistled. He palmed his hard-on in his pants and the lust was evident in his eyes.

Without going into too many details, we gave Johann an idea of what happened. The poor man was so hot and hard by the end of our tale, he wanted to go to the toilet and jack off!

“You’ll do no such thing! Oh no! We want your load to be deposited in Anton’s ass this afternoon – every drop of it! Herman and I would personally tie you down with your shoelaces if you tried that! Down boy!” Andre said and gave Johan’s crotch a gentle squeeze. Fortunately nobody could see us.

“Fuck! I still cannot believe your small cock grows to become a monster! And a beautiful one too!” André said and squeezed the man’s dick again.

“OK André! You’ve made your point! Let it go now! It’s not too long to wait for 3 o’clock! Down boy!” I said and gave André’s crotch a squeeze: rock-hard of course!

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Our classes for the rest of the day were nice and interesting and before we knew it, it was almost 3 and we were on our way to Johan’s place. Herman left his car on the campus and came with us, and gave us directions to the affluent man’s townhouse.

When we rang the doorbell, my cock was already twitching. I put my hand on André’s crotch and yes, he was already rock-hard! Herman saw it and he palmed his huge bulge and said: “Same here! Fuck! You guys are so hot! I’m horny as fuck!”

When Johan opened the door, he was dressed in a T-shirt (a fancy designer T, no less!) and beautiful shorts. He was barefoot … and oh my godd! His feet were obviously pedicured! And they were big and beautiful! Still not as beautiful as Luigi’s feet, but fuck! They were beautiful and far bigger than I thought they’d be! At least size 13. And they were hairy – the bridge as well as the toes. And the second toes were at least half a digit longer than the big toes! Sexy! I looked at his legs and noticed for the first time – we played hockey together, but I’ve never really noticed it before – his legs were covered in lots of dark straight hair. Really lots of it. I looked at his crotch, and it was clear he too was hard already! Sex dogg, just like us!

“Welcome to my place! Welcome! Come in!” Johan said and opened the door wide. There was a foyer with a fancy side table with fresh flowers in a vase. There was a big bust of a man on a marble pedestal and one big painting of one of the mountains in the Western Cape – it could be Jonkershoek.

As we walked in, Johan kissed us all and when it was my turn, I touched his hairy leg and brushed over his hard bulge. He groaned and put his hand on my cock. Oh fuck! A week ago, I’d never have thought this could even be remotely possible! Kissing the spoilt brat!

Johan kissed Herman and hugged him tightly. The two were kissing more than placing pecks on each other’s mouths – they were kissing each other deeply with lots of tongue and saliva. It was clear something was developing between them!

“Stop! We’re not going to FUCK here where you jacked off yesterday! Sheez!” André ribbed them. “Isn’t that white blotch on the floor where you shot your load?” André ribbed Johan and pointed to colour pattern on the ceramic tiles.

“No, I’ve licked it all up! That’s only the dried patch I’ve missed!” Johan joked along.

“Come in guys! What would you like to drink? There is brandy, Irish whiskey and Scottish whisky for the uninformed, various gin & tonic, different beers, ciders, fruit juice, Coke, water, Aquellé (a popular flavoured water), Appletizer … what would you like? Best would be if you come with me and you can help yourselves. Come.” Johan led the way through the foyer into the living room and to the open-plan kitchen.

The place was beautiful! It had expensive Italian ceramic tiles, some Persian rugs, very tasteful paintings on the walls, beautiful furniture and stylish blinds – all very masculine. It was clear there were lots of money behind the man!

The kitchen was all white and grey with every conceivable appliance – Miéle, no less. The island with the gas hob and built-in grill was topped with white granite. There was a big double-door fridge and freezer. Then there was a separate fridge with the drinks, fruit juices and cold drinks and mixes. There was nothing else in the second fridge but beer, cider, fruit juice, water and Coke. Drinks and champagne and beer and … well, nothing else! Johan opened this fridge and we each took our choice of ‘poison’.

“Come, let’s get to the bedroom. If you must be back home by 5 o’clock, we don’t have much time. I’ve been waiting to have this for a very long time! You have no idea how sexy you are! Come!”

The bedroom was all in shades of black, charcoal, greys and white – patterns, stripes, solid colours. Even the bedlinen and pillows in a variety of grey, white and black and looked very stylish, and it could’ve been Egyptian linen. It looked spectacular.

There was an air conditioner running and there were the most beautiful framed pictures of great buildings from all over the world: the Taj Mahal, the Burgh Dubai, The Burgh Khalifah, The Shard, the Gherkin, the old World Trade Centre, the new World Trade Centre, the Empire State Building, and a few I wasn’t sure of.

“If we’re going to get fucked, you and I need to go and prepare ourselves. I’ve brought my rubber bulb. Come Johan,” I said and went into the en suite. We undressed and I marvelled at his big cock, which we thought would be a small puny little white cock. What a surprise! He was checking on towels and liquid soaps while I took a dump and then flushed my rectum. By then he was watching me intently. “I’ve never done that before. Please help we when you’re done,” Johan said, blushing.

When I have finished my douching, I flushed the toilet and told Johan to first take a dump. “Don’t be embarrassed – it’s nothing! With André as my twin brother, I’m used to everything!” I washed the rubber bulb thoroughly so he could use it, and ran a basin with tepid water. I filled the bulb and then put it aside for Johan to use.

Soon he was squeaky clean and when he was done, we both pushed an ample amount of silicone lube into our holes, washed our hands. I noticed he big beautiful hands, and that they were actually very nice. Very big and well manicured nails, hairy digits and big palms. His thumbs were really big and beautiful. The size and shape of his fingernails were exquisite. How could this sex bomb be such a bitch towards us, and now I notice all these nice things about him Hmmmm!

When we were sharing a towel to dry our hands, he leaned in and just before he kissed me, he asked if he may kiss me. “What a question! Of course you may kiss me!” I kissed him and took his rubbery cock in my hands and squeezed it. He was almost completely hard and I felt some precum. His cock felt magnificent in my hand. I myself was rock-hard feeling the big dick in my hands.

The kiss he gave me was soft, gentle and filled with genuine style and compassion.

I put my hands on his hairy chest – not as hairy as most of the others, but hairy nonetheless. And it felt like he shaved it …

“I did shave my chest hair, but seeing you guys, I’ve decided to stop that. You guys look spectacular with your hairy chests!”

He kissed me again and hugged me very close to him.

“Oh fuck! You guys are too much! I’m so hot for you all!”

“We too!” I said and hugged him again.

We picked up our pants and went back into the bedroom. When we entered, Herman and André were lying naked on the bed and were kissing each other. Herman’s huge cock was the centre of André’s attention. My brother loved playing with the huge anaconda, that much was clear!

We got onto the bed and started kissing André and Herman. And soon Herman’s cock was the centre of our attention too! It was one spectacular cock, for sure. André broke away from Herman’s cock and took Johan’s cock in his mouth. Johan was groaning next to me while we were sucking Herman’s cock. We were on either side of the big cock and were kissing the big cock. Herman was faux fucking between our lips pressed against his cock.

Feeling Johan’s lips against mine with Herman’s big cock between our lips was so nice. I looked at him just as he was moving his gaze towards me. He winked at me and squeezed my arm.

He moved to Herman’s big balls and André took Johan’s place.

It was obvious Johan was doing a damn good job of sucking Herman’s balls.

Herman had his hands in our hair and was groaning with pleasure. I moved to the tip and took the huge cockhead in my mouth. It was sopping wet with precum. I pulled the foreskin back and the huge head slipped into my mouth. It was just the most amazing cock! And to think this enormous cock was the source of so much pleasure, including fucking me. It was huge!

Johan was sucking Herman’s very big balls and went to town pleasing the Gentle Giant. They were almost the size of small chicken eggs. The scrotum sac was big and made for very low-hangers. Fuck!

André has moved down to Johan’s big dick and was deepthroating the big schlong. Johan was a randy as a cat and squealed with delight.

“Guys, you’d better stop now! I’m getting too close and I still want to fuck our darling! Come here!” Herman said and pulled us up. André let go of Johan’s hard cock. Johan and I kissed Herman and our hard wet cocks were smearing precum and spit on Herman’s body.

“I think we’re ready for some fucking. Or what? Come let’s start with Johan fucking Anton, OK? Anton, you ready for the biggie of our captain? He is fucking hard and he is very thick. He’s going to plug you big time baby bro! Here is the lube. Want me to put some on for you two? Hmmm? Get on your hands and knees Anton.”

I bent over and put my ass out. I heard the lube opening and felt André applying some on my asshole. Johan gasped when he looked at my asshole being prepared for his really big cock. He gasped again when André put some lube on his big throbbing cock.

“On your knees behind Anton and push in. Remember you have to be gentle. You have a big cock. Push in slowly. Put your hands on his buttocks,” André gave directions.

Johan stood behind me and put his hands on my butt. André took Johan’s big thick cock and aimed it at my hole. “Now push in Johan. Slowly.”

I felt the hockey captain’s big cock on my hole and felt the big head pushing through … it was a damn big cock! And thick! Easily as thick as Dad’s cock. The big head was slipping in and stretched me … ahhh! Oh fuck! What a sensation to be penetrated with a nice big cock! Johan’s cock was nice and big!

Johan was trembling and his breath was shallow. He wasn’t going to last long, I thought. The big cockhead was in me now and he was groaning.

The cock shaft was thick and I groaned as it stretched me while it slid into me. It filled me up good. Oh my godd! I couldn’t believe our hockey captain had such a big cock and he was fucking me! Now that we got to know him, he was such a nice guy. And he was sexy and attractive. And he was hairy … yay!

“Pull out Johan, you’re too excited. You’re going to cum in seconds! Pull out first!” André directed the actions.

“No, I want to stay inside Anton! Ahhhh! Oh godd! What did you do just now! It felt like a big hand squeezed my cock! Ahhh! That will definitely make me cum!” Johan put in when I inadvertently clenched my hole while the big cock was entering me.

“Pull out first. You can penetrate him again. Pull out!” André said and lightly pushed Johan’s body away from me. Johan started to pull out and when the huge cockhead was still in me, my hole automatically clenched again. I could feel how the head was slowly slipping out … and it was out! Oh fuck!

“Ahhhh! I hope I can push in again … soon? Please! I’m so damn hot and horny now!” Johan was breathing heavily.

“Yes, you can fuck him again, but relax first. Come suck Herman’s big cock. Stand on your knees in front of him,” sergeant-major André instructed.

Johan pulled Herman’s big cock upwards and put the huge head in his mouth. He was a natural cocksucker, that much was clear! He slurped and Herman groaned. He took Johan’s head in his hands and pushed as much of his massive cock that would go in, into Johan’s mouth. Johan could also not manage much more than about a third or a little bit more of the big cock in his mouth. He pulled Herman’s foreskin back and really went to town sucking the big head. It was obvious that Herman’s famously huge amount of precum was streaming into Johan’s mouth. I envied him. Johan loved and murmured with the monster cock in his mouth feeding him lots of precum.

André took the lube and put some on his cock. I bent over again in anticipation to get his cock in my hole, but he touched my buttocks and pointed towards Johan. He mouthed: “No, Johan.” Aha! My brother had a plan.

He took some more lube and gently put in on Johan’s hole and rubbed it over the hole. Johan let go of Herman’s cock and asked with amazement: “What are you doing?”

“Just relax and enjoy it. You will love it!” André was a true politician! He lied through his teeth, but then again, I knew Johan was going to enjoy it – eventually.

“No! I’ve never been fucked before! You can’t push your big cock into me!” Johan complained.

“Just … relax, Johan!” André said and continued to play with Johan’s hole.

André pushed a finger in when Johan was sucking Herman’s big cock again. “Hmmmmpppphhhhh! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! You have big fingers! No! Fuck! Pull out …”

“Just relax and push out as if you’re taking a dump and then clench your hole over my finger. Come, you can do it, Captain!” He deliberately put ‘captain’ in, to convince the ace hockey player that this was a walk in the park for him and that indeed, he could do it.

André pushed his finger deeper and pulled out completely.

“Ahhh! That wasn’t so bad! I actually liked it … ahhhh! Oh fuck! What was that? Oh hell! Oh no! Oh fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!” Johan was putting up one hell of a performance when André pushed his finger back into Johan’s hole and deliberately pushed on Johan’s prostate gland … poor soul! He didn’t know what hit him!

“I’m cumming! Oh fuck! You’re making me cum!” Johan said as he pulled off Herman’s big cock.

“No, it’s just precum and it’s just the sensation that you’re cumming. Just relax and DON’T cum!” André directed.

He pushed his finger deep into Johan and pulled out again. He added another finger and Johan was putty in his hands! He was making gurgling sounds around Herman’s cock and was pushing his buttocks backwards. The man was hooked!

André moved in behind Johan and as he pulled his fingers out, he put his cockhead on Johan’s hole and pushed in slowly.

“Hnnnnnnggghhhhhhnnnnn! Oh fuck! You’re going to kill me! That cock is too bi …. Ahhhhh! Oh godd! Oh godd! Oh godd!” Johan threw his head backwards and grabbed Herman’s thighs. He was breathing very quickly. André stopped his penetration and just held still.

“Why are you stopping? Oh fuck! Push in your cock! Ahhhh! Just push it in already! Slowly please!” Johan was the captain of Johan’s own desires!

André pushed in deeper and soon he was balls-deep in the rectum of our hockey captain. He held still and made his cock twitch. Johan was moaning like an animal in pain. “Oh fuck! Oh godd! Oh André! What are you doing to me? You’re making me feel so good! This is better than the best jack-off I’ve ever had from any girl! Oh fuck!”

That’s it then! He has had only hand-jobs from a few girls! Not even a blowjob! And most definitely not penetrative sex. He was in for the treat of a lifetime!

André pulled Johan back and indicated to me to move into position in front of Johan. I bent in front of Johan and with my face in Herman’s crotch.

“Push into Anton again! Here is more lube for your big cock. Be gentle and don’t rush it. Here,” André said as he handed the lube to Johan.

I heard Johan opening the lube and felt some of the cold gel on my hole. He was going to fuck me again while André was fucking him … I wish Johann were there with his Nikon to take pictures. My iPhone was in my pants’ pocket. Fuck!

Johan leaned forward and I felt the big cock entering me again … and again, it felt great. But Johan’s sensory overload was far from over! He was panting and groaning and he growled as his cock slid into me.

“Oh fuck! This is so much better than I ever thought it could be! Oh fuck yes! Fuck!”

André pushed into Johan and I pushed back into Johan’s cock. He was in all the way. I pulled back a little and held still.

“Johan, I’m going to hold still. Fuck Anton now,” sergeant-major le Roux commanded. “Easy does it! Slowly!”

Johan was following the instructions and started to move back and forth, fucking himself on André’s cock while he was pushing into me on the forward stroke.

I willed my hole not to clench to prevent Johan from cumming too soon. I was sucking Herman’s huge cock and was massaging his hard and hairy 6-pack.

But it was all in vain! Within 90 seconds, Johan’s breath was very shallow and his fucking movements became much faster.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhh! Oh my godd! This is too much! I’m cumming! Sorry! I’m cumming!” Johan was on the verge of cumming.

“OK, let fly! Pump your big cumload into my baby bro! Give it to him! Fuck him!” André directed and urged Johan on.

I felt Johan’s big cock swell and twitch as he was pushing in deep. He bent forward and he slammed his cock deep into me. His cock was rock-hard and he was seconds away from cumming.

And then it happened … he started to cum … it felt like he was fucking for the first time, it was almost like nothing I’ve felt before!

Johan’s cock swelled and he pushed it deep into me, the whole head ended inside my colon.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh godd! Oh godd! Ahhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Here iiitt iiiiiissssss! Ahhhh!”

He held still. His body shuddered. I felt his cock pulsate in me while it was pumping its big load into me. He pushed in as deep as it would go, and collapsed on top of me. He was clinging to me like a drowning victim. His cock was pumping one hell of a load into me.

With all the action and Johan’s hole clenching over André’s cock, he too was cumming. He gave a few quick thrusts into Johan’s ass and groaned.

“I’m also cumming! I’m fucking cumming too! Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ah! Ah! O fuck! I’m filling you up, Captain!”

André was holding still while his cock was pumping his big load into our hockey captain’s ass. I felt his shuddering body making Johan’s body shudder too.

I was very close to cumming but held out as there was still Herman’s big cock to fuck me … an opportunity I would never pass up. It was just too spectacular.

Johan had collapsed on my back and André on top of him. I clenched my hole over Johan’s big cock in me and he yowled. “Oh fuck! You’re killing me Anton! Oh godd! I’m spent! I’ve never cum so much in my life before! Yeow! Ahh!”

Johan started to pull out of me. André was obviously still in Johan’s ass and knowing my brother, he was going to stay in him for a while longer – perhaps until he was hard again and go for seconds?

André got hold of Johan’s body and pulled him close to him. It was clear he was pushing his rubbery cock deep into Johan’s ass. He leaned to his left and pulled Johan with him so they ended up on their sides on the bed.

Herman knew it was his turn so he opened the lube and put a generous amount on his humongous cock. I was still in awe when I looked at that huge cock. To think I could actually take it in my hole and enjoy it!

I turned so I could see Johan and André. The two settled in each other’s arms and with Johan’s still fairly hard cock in André’s hand. Johan was in seventh heaven. The sexual experience was a grand experience for our hockey captain!

I held my ass up for Herman to enter me. He leaned down and kissed my back and buttocks. He then aimed his big cockhead at my hole and pushed forward gently. His huge cockhead pierced my sphincter and I groaned. I have just been fucked with Johan’s big and thick cock, but that was nothing in comparison to the huge cock that was entering me. It was big and thick and huge.

Herman held still and made his cock swell. It really stretched my hole and made me groan. I loved his huge cock in me! Herman pushed deeper and the whole big head slipped in. He held still and made it swell again. I groaned with pleasure. Herman pulled back a little and then pushed in deeper, this time a bit deeper. He made his cock swell and pushed in even deeper. He held it still and made his cock swell … he pushed in deeper again. He continued the pushing, holding still and making his cock swell a couple of times until he was in all the way.

I felt his huge balls hanging on mine and his groin pushing against my buttocks. He had his hands on my hips and he was gently stroking my body. It was clear this huge man with his equally huge cock loved me … too bad there were a few others in my life. He’d jump at the opportunity to have me to himself. But even though I loved him too, I also loved my brother, Juan, Luigi, Johann and Gunther – very much. I did love Herman in my own way, but I could never give up ‘my family’, not even for him and his monstrous dick.

Herman made his cock swell some more and I groaned. Fuck! That felt so good! He pulled back, and oh no! He pulled out all the way … no! Oh fuck! He aimed his huge cockhead at my hole again and pushed in … oh man! I got the same treatment as earlier … swell, push, hold still … and he was in all the way. He held still, made his cock swell and pulled out again!

My godd! This man had become a sex maniac – a fucking nice sex maniac with a beautiful monster dick! I loved it! He aimed his cock at my hole again, and penetrated me for the third time … oh fuck! I was in sex heaven! To have been fucked by my hockey captain and now with Herman’s huge cock … what a pleasure and honour!

“Fuck him my Gentle Giant! Push that big cock in him and fuck him hard!” Johan had become a sex fiend in one afternoon!

Herman started to fuck me with slow and long thrusts. He had become a super sexual being in a couple of weeks. He instinctively knew how to make me feel good and enjoy the sex. He was aware of the enormous size of his cock and the damage and pain it could inflict, so he was super attentive and careful when he fucked me.

His huge cock was making me feel so good and by now I was used to its enormous size and the feeling when it in me, was just one big joyous experience. I loved getting fucked by this big hunk.

He leaned forward and kissed me in the nape of my neck. His hands were on my shoulders as he fucked me. I was enjoying it so much! The huge cock in me made me feel alive and with every thrust I was pushed closer to the edge of no return. My own cock was so hard and wet. I was leaking copious amounts of precum onto the sheets below me.

“Go suck Anton’s cock! Go!” André urged Johan to suck me off. Oh fuck!

Johan pulled his ass off André’s cock and crawled in under me. He took my leaking cock in his mouth. I was groaning with lust and desire. My cock disappeared in his warm and amazingly big mouth. My cock almost disappeared in his mouth. Herman’s fucking was driving me over the edge and Johan’s mouth on my cock was the final push. I was going to cum! Soon!

“Ahhh! Oh fuck! Yes! Suck me! I’m going to cum! Oh yes! I’m cumming! Cum with me Herman! Fuck me and cum with me! Oh fuuucckkkk! I’m cumming! Take my cum! Hnnnnggghhhhngggnnnn! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh godd! Ahhhhhhh!”

I fell into the abyss and shot a load of note into Johan’s mouth while Herman’s huge cock was pounding my hole.

Herman’s breathing was shallow and he groaned. He was cumming as I shot the last of my cum into Johan’s mouth. Oh fuck! This was unbelievable! My sexual experiences were getting better and better every day!

Herman pumped his huge cumload into me on top of Johan’s big load. His cock spasmed and twitched and I was groaning.

“Please stop Johan! Oh fuck! Stop! Oversensitive! Oh fuck! You’re a master but … ahhhh … oh fuck please stop sucking me!”

My cock was so sensitive I had to pull my cock out of Johan’s mouth but I had a huge man behind me with an equally big cock in me. Fortunately Johan was a quick learner. He stopped sucking my cock and just held it in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth, his soft sensual tongue under my cock and my cum in his mouth felt divine. Johan started to swallow my cum. His tongue was lightly massaging my cock. I was impressed by our captain!

Herman pulled me into his body and started to roll over on his side pulling me with him. His huge cock was still deep inside me. We rolled onto our sides and Johan was clever enough to roll with us and kept my cock in his mouth.

André joined us on the pillows and leaned over to kiss me. “Happy baby bro? Did you enjoy it? It sounded like you did!”

I fleetingly thought of Luigi … oh fuck! How low I’ve tumbled for the sake of sex! Luigi was such a great guy! He deserved better! I was such a sex slave! And fuck, I love sex! More and more so, every day!

———

We put the curry we made the previous day in the microwave on defrost for an hour. It would produce just enough gentle heating to heat up the brew and not toughen the meat. I cooked some Basmati rice and André made a nice tomato sambal to go with the curry. I cut some bananas and sprinkled some lemon juice over it to keep them from browning and to add another layer of taste to the dinner. I had a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge and opened it and a bottle of dad’s red wine.

When Johan and Herman arrived in Johan’s brand-new Audi, everything was ready. André had some nice relaxing music playing on Juan’s stereo system.

When the two got out of the car, it was clear what happened en route to us: both had huge bulges in their pants! They were ready to go … again! André and I greeted them as if we haven’t seen them a few hours earlier and haven’t fucked like rabbits! We also boned up … fuck!

We invited them in and offered them some Coke while we waited for Juan.

Johan was very impressed with the house and wanted to see it. We took him around and when he saw the master bedroom, he clearly wanted to be in there and have some sex! He looked at our poster picture on the wall and just swallowed. It was clear he really liked Juan very much.

We made some small talk about university, hockey (of course!), our Dad’s wine farm, our photo shoot in 12 days’ time and of course (André was there), sex!

Johan was already hard and was palming his big cock in his pants. Herman seemed to have a perpetual hard-on, and was palming his cock too. We made some more small talk as we couldn’t engage in some sexual shenanigans with Juan about to arrive home soon.

When we heard Juan’s car, we changed the subject to hockey and adjusted our hard-ons to hide them.

Juan came in the house and without batting an eyelid, he pulled André and me into his arms and kissed us. “How was your day? Anything exciting happening today? Hmmm! Had some nice sex with those two this afternoon? Hmmm! I have to ask: do you still love me?”

“Of course, you big oaf! What a dumb question, you ogre! How could we not love you? You know we love you! Sheez!” André said and kissed Juan with gusto.

Juan walked towards Herman and hugged and kissed him too. He turned to Johan and hesitated a little and said, “Oh fuck that! I’m going to fuck you later on, I might as well kiss you too!”

“Erm … Coach? You’re going to fuck me? Oh my godd! Your cock is too big! You’ll kill me!” Johan stammered.

“No chance! I’m a gentle lover – ask both André and Anton! You’ll enjoy it! So, why are we drinking Coke now? No wine? No cider? One wouldn’t say you’re a vintner’s sons! No! Let’s get some wine! White? Red? Johan? Herman?”

“I’ll get the wine. Sit my darling,” I said and kissed Juan. Oh fuck! I loved this man so very much! He pulled me into an embrace and whispered in my ear: “I love you so fucking much my darling!”

“*My exact thoughts … my darling!*”

“Hey! There are other people here! And we’re about to drink and start with food! What’s with that lovey dovey business? Come baby bro, I’ll help you. Let him go of him, you big oaf! You’re such an ugly pervert!”

Juan aimed a playful swipe at André’s head but André was prepared for it and grabbed Juan’s hand. He got pulled into the embrace too. “And I fucking love you too, you horrible piece of rubbish! Come here!” Juan kissed André and tousled his hair. “You’re such an unruly character but I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah! Talk is cheap! Show your love, ogre! Show it! More action and less bazaar talk!”

Where DID you buy him Mom?

I saw Johan’s big eyes and lust written all over his face. I wondered if he knew what was in store for him when Juan is going to fuck him …

We had some wine and Juan told us about his meeting with Gunther and the dean. New protocols arrived and he and Gunther had to set up new experiments, which were going to take up a lot of their time. He also mentioned that he and Gunther have had talks with the fitness staff at the sports centre on campus and that we’d be required to start training in the gym very soon. He said Gunther has suggested a study tour to Denmark where Novo Nordisk is, combined with some hockey matches for the team in Germany next year. The PR people took down the details and have already started to make provisional plans for a possible trip for the first 22 hockey players plus 6 reserves. The sports council would sponsor at least 60% of the tour. Deserving teammates (they were thinking of Herman) would receive a 100% sponsorship for the tour.

“But it’s early days. We can’t start planning ourselves for anything. Plus, Gunther wants to go see his parents in Germany if possible …”

“That’s great! Gunther really is an asset to the university and to the hockey team! Wow! And with you there to oversee it all, I’m sure we’re set to go! This would be fantastic! I’m so excited! I wonder what Dad would say to this!” André was already daydreaming of touring Germany next year.

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The curry and other food were spectacular. Herman had two hearty helpings and Johan also had a smaller second helping.

“You guys know how to cook, that’s for sure! I could come eat here every night if this is the kind of food you prepare! Wow! I can cook, but you guys put me to shame!” Johan gushed.

“Thanks for the compliments. And yes, there is dessert, but it’s served freshly prepared in the bedroom! Let’s clear the table and get some order in here, get the dishwasher going, and then retire to the bedroom. I’m dying to have the captain of the first hockey team in our bed!” Juan said and started piling up the plates and cutlery. “Bring the glasses André – please Rubbish?”

Juan, what happened to you? What was in your drink?

After the kitchen was straightened out, we headed for our bedroom. First André, Johan and I headed for the en suite bathroom and douched thoroughly. With Juan and Herman’s big cocks ready to fuck us, we had to make sure we were clean.

Johan was still a bit green with the douching, so we guided him, me more than André.

The excitement was causing Johan to get rock-hard even before we undressed. He was a sex dogg, that much was clear! However, his excitement was contagious: both André and I were also getting hard during our preparation.

We groped each other and pulled Johan’s pants and shirt off him, revealing his substantial cock. It was literally throbbing and sopping wet. It was clear he must have been hard for some time – perhaps at the dining room table already? Fact was: he was horny as hell!

I kissed him and André was jacking his cock. “I still cannot believe you have this big cock, you dogg you! And all the time we thought you had a toothpick! This is more like a baseball bat! When it is soft, it’s such a small wiener! But hard, it is a very nice and big cock! It’s so  nice to suck you!”

I pulled away from Johan’s mouth and added: “And it’s nice to feel your cock in my ass. You’re a sex hound, mate! I love it when you fuck me with that big cock of yours! Your cumload is something else! Imagine my hockey captain filling me with a big cumload twice in one day! Whoop! Whoop!”

While Johan was busy flushing his rectum, André pulled me into an embrace and kissed me, pushing his big cock against mine. My brother was an ace kisser and soon we were groaning in each other’s mouths. Apart from being my sexy twin brother, André was a hunk and a good fuck. We undressed each other and I groaned when I took his nice big cock in my hand. He too was wet! Dogg! André took my cock in his hand and pushed his own cock next to mine. He took both cocks in his hands and squeezed them. He was in sexual overdrive already, and there hasn’t been any sucking or fucking … yet!

As soon as Johan had finished his douching, I took his place and flushed out my rectum. When the water came out clear, André took my place. I embraced Johan and kissed him again. Fuck! It was so nice to kiss him! And feel his big cock against mine! His precum smeared all over my tummy making a huge mess in my tummy hair.

“Enough, you sex perverts! Not here in front of me while I’m washing my insides for some big cocks to fuck me! I’m embarrassed to acknowledge that I actually know you! Sheez!” André was ribbing us. I gave him a playful swipe on the head. “Ow! I’m going to tell Dad you’re hurting me! He’s not going to fuck you tomorrow night!” It slipped out. André! What were you thinking!

“What? Your dad fucks you too? Wow! I’d love to see that! Fuck!” Johan wasn’t shocked – he was amazed and his cock was twitching something awful.

“Don’t listen to him – he’s demented!” I tried to save face.

“If your appearance is anything to go by, I’m sure your dad is a hung hunk of note! Fuck! How I wish I had a sexy dad! My dad is almost 70 and definitely not a man I’d ever want to have sex with. He is a nice guy, but he is my rich dad, and nothing more,” Johan said.

“Yes, Dad is a special guy and is fucking sexy. He’s only 43 and hairy, and we’ve seen his cock – it’s seriously big. Almost as big as Juan’s cock. When you come visit us on the farm, you’ll see. He is an awesome man and we love him to bits,” I said smoothly.

“Oh fuck yes! I’d love to go to the farm! I hope soon!” Johan gushed and gave me a big hug.

André finished his toilette and pretended to brusquely push us aside. “Out of the way, you perverts! If you’ve forgotten, I’m still here!”

“Don’t mind him, his dog tablets need to be replenished and the vet was fresh out of supplies! So, he’s on aspirin and Smarties for now, and we must live with it! Poor us!”

André took a swipe at my head but I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. He put his arms around my neck and looked into my eyes while we were kissing and said: “Hmmmmmm. Fuck, you’re such a good kisser! Pity you’re so ugly though …”

“See? Aspirin and Smarties don’t do the trick!”

“What are you doing in there?” Juan called from the master bedroom. “If you don’t get in here now, Herman and I will start without you!” Hmph! Yes, who would fuck whom, I wondered!

When we entered the bedroom, the two of them were lazing against the pillows, palming their big cocks. Herman’s cock was rock solid hard and the huge amount of precum made his cock glisten. He was slowly jacking it – fuck, it was big and beautiful! Everything about it – apart from being humongous – was perfect and made it a dick to die for!

Juan’s cock was hard too and although it also leaked a lot of precum, but of course it wasn’t as big as Herman’s cock and it didn’t produce so much precum. But, at 28cm, it was a seriously big cock and a cock that frightened me not too long ago! Now it was an instrument of carnal pleasure de lux for me!

“Coach, you really have a very nice big cock! Wow! And it is a beautiful cock!” Johan said, admiring Juan’s cock.

“Then, don’t just stand there, come here and experience it first-hand!” Juan put in.

We crawled onto the bed. I went for Herman’s enormous 33cm cock, but I started with his huge feet. His feet were not as beautiful as Juan’s or Luigi’s exquisite feet, but they were extremely big and still very nice. They were also very hairy. His second toes were considerably longer than the big toes and it was clear he spent enough time to clip them and caring for his toenails. I massaged his feet, sucked on the big toes and kissed the bridge of his feet. I massaged his calves, his thighs and then his huge balls. He was groaning with pleasure and was rubbing the precum over his cock, over the head but being so much, over the whole shaft.

Next to us, Juan pulled both André and Johan into his arms and they entered a three-way kiss. Johan was ecstatic to kiss his coach! Their hands were all over each other. When Johan took Juan’s big cock in his hands, he whistled. “Coach, this is a seriously big cock! Herman’s cock is enormous, but this is also a really big cock! Wow! May I suck it?”

“No, you may not suck it … Guys, did you hear that? Of course you may suck it, silly! Why ask? Just do it!” Juan said and gave him a playful slap on the arm.

Just as I was sucking Herman’s big balls, Johan opened his mouth and Juan pushed his big cockhead into his mouth. “Ahhhh! Oh fuck! This feels so good! Yess! Oh fuck yes! Ahhh!”

I had Herman’s big cock in my hand and the other hand cupping his balls … fuck! They were big! His cock was literally covered in precum now and was slippery in my hand. I moved up the long thick shaft and reached the frenulum on the underside of the big head. I licked the head and tasted the precum. After cum, precum was my favourite liquid … OK, red wine was also somewhere there, but I loved precum and cum!

I lifted and let the big cockhead slip into my mouth. Once again, I couldn’t get more than the head and a few centimetres of the thick shaft into my mouth. Herman was groaning and put his hands on my head. He moved his cock in and out my mouth and the precum literally poured into my mouth.

I heard some talking next to us, and the next thing, someone was behind me. My ass was pushed into the air and I felt someone putting lube on my hole … OK, I was going to be fucked while I was sucking Herman. OK … sounded good to me!

Juan and André were urging Johan to push his cock in my ass. And he did. He put his big cockhead on my hole and slowly pushed in. Ahhh! Fuck, the man had a nice cock! I groaned on Herman’s cock and pushed my ass backward to meet the onslaught of Johan’s big cock. He was sliding into me and didn’t stop until he was in all the way. He also didn’t wait but started to fuck me slowly and with meaning.

André was now next to us and put his cock on Johan’s cock while the shaft was sliding in and out of me. Juan took up position on the other side and did the same. Their precum was lubing Johan’s shaft while he was fucking me. Juan and André were kissing Johan.

I felt André moving in behind Johan and I knew he was going to fuck Johan again. Johan held still while Andre was entering him. Poor guy! Getting fucked twice by my brother in one day, only hours apart. But, he was ‘Lucky Pierre’ to be in the middle of us twins!

Herman was turned on big time and was groaning while he watched the show in front of him.

My ass was pointing in the air with Johan fucking it wholesale. Behind him André held still while Johan’s fucking movement made his ass move up and down André’s cock shaft.

“Nobody cums, OK? This cannot end now, you hear?” It was clear Juan wanted to fuck Johan! He was already putting lube on his big cock.

After a few minutes of fucking, Juan put a stop to it all and André pulled out of Johan. Juan took his place and slowly pushed into Johan.

“Oh fuck! Coach! You’re going to rip me apart! Ow! That is sore! Ow! Oh fuck! No! You’re hurting me! No! It’s too big!” Johan growled.

“Just relax and push out as if you’re taking a dump. Relax and concentrate on your cock in Anton’s hole. Relax.”

“Ahhh! Oh fuck! You’re too fucking big! Oh godd … you’re going to kill me! Ow! Ow!”

“Don’t be such a baby! Juan’s cock is big but you’re a big boy! Just relax and take it like a man! I can take it and Anton can take it – so can you. Just relax and push out. It will get nice in just a few seconds!” André was coaching from the side, playing with his big cock.

“Oh, OK. But slowly please Coach! Your cock if fucking big! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhh ….!”

“There, I’m in. Now relax and push out … yes, that’s it! Just relax. I’m going to flex my cock … here it comes!” Juan informed Johan.

“Oh fuck! No! Your cock is big as it is! Don’t make it even bigger! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Ahhhh!”

“Now clamp down on my cock with your hole. Push out. Clamp down,” coach Juan was instructing.

Juan was obviously pushing in deeper as Johan was groaning and swearing all the time.

“There, I’m in balls-deep. I’m going to flex again. You have to push out and clamp, push out and clamp. Yes! That’s it!”

“Oh yess! Yess! That is wonderful! Yess! Coach, this is fantastic! Yess!” Johan was experiencing the bliss of being fucked by my beautiful man.

Johan started to fuck me again and it was clear he wasn’t going to last very long. His big cock was twitching something awful and his breath was deep and fast.

“Oh godd! I’m going to cum, Coach! Is it OK? I can’t hold it back any longer! I’ve been looking forward to this since yesterday! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, it’s OK. Cum and pump your big load into Anton. We’ll use it as lube! Fuck him and cum!” Juan was directing the sex scene in our bedroom!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Yess! I’m cumming! Yess! Yess! Here it comes … Ahhhhhh!” I felt his cock swell and twitch inside me and he slammed into me with one last thrust. He held still while his cock was pumping his big load deep into me. It was a big load again. This guy was worthy of a good fuck!

Johan collapsed on my back while his cock was still twitching in me. Juan slowly pulled out of Johan and just as his cockhead was about to exit Johan’s hole, he said: ”I’m pulling out now, OK?”

“Yes, it’s OK Coach … oh fuck! This was phenomenal! Thank you guys!” Johan was sighing.

“OK, now you need to pull out of Anton too, OK?” Juan said and went to lie down on the bed next to Herman. Johan pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed next to Juan and Herman.

“Come sit on me, my darling, OK? André … come.”

Johan pulled out of me and I had to clench to contain his huge cumload in me. I let go of Herman’s huge cock and moved to Juan. I sat astride his magnificent hairy body and lowered my ass onto his big cock. Oh fuck! Johan was right! It just was one hell of a cock! The first time he fucked me the weekend we were away 2 months ago, it was an experience I will remember forever. Added to it the fact that I loved this man with all my heart, and the experience was even more pleasurable and memorable.

“Wow! Anton, you really know how to take a big cock! It looks fantastic!” Johan enthused while he was watching us.

My body sank lower on Juan’s cock and I felt it gliding in on Johan’s big cum load in me. Soon the whole cock was in me. I lifted a bit and Juan was fucking me gently with short thrusts. I leaned down and kissed him. Oh fuck! I really loved this man!

“André, come!” Juan gave directions and I heard him opening the lube. He put some more lube on my hole and pushed a finger in me … oh fuck! “Ahhh! Oh yes! Yes!”

“What? Don’t tell me … no! Really? Are you …? No! That can’t be!” Johan said astonished at what he was seeing. “Anton, I don’t know how you are going to take them both! Oh fuck!”

André was already aiming his cock at my hole and as he pulled out his finger, he pushed his cock in on top of Juan’s big cock. Wow! It has already happened a couple of times but it still was an amazing experience to feel them both in my hole! André’s big cockhead stretched my hole and then it slipped in. Ahhhh! Oh fuck! He held still and made his cock twitch and swell. It stretched me even further. He pulled out again and reinserted his cock on top of Juan’s big cock in me.

Juan was holding me with both arms around me, and one hand behind my head. He kissed me and I sucked his big tongue into my mouth. When these two men fucked me, it was epic! André’s cock moved in deeper. He had his hands on my hips and pushed in deeper.

“I still can’t believe what I’m seeing!” Johan said and I noticed his cock was hardening and was still sopping wet! Again!

Soon André’s cock was in all the way. He held still and made his cock swell. Ahhhh! Oh fuck! His cockhead didn’t reach Juan’s cockhead but the two big cocks in me were really filling me up.

“I just can’t believe what I’m seeing! Fuck! That’s incredible! I’d love to be one of the tops some time! Wow!” Johan couldn’t believe it and I saw his cock was rock-hard again! Herman was still slowly wanking his huge cock. He pulled Johan closer and started kissing him. Johan was lying on top of Herman with their cocks pressing against each other. Herman was a sex dogg himself and knew how to make a man feel good.

André started to fuck me with long deep thrusts and Juan fucked me with short thrusts. My hole was stretched a lot but it felt fantastic. Juan’s kisses were deep and sensual. This man knew how to make love!

I was teetering on the verge of orgasm but I willed it not to erupt. Oh fuck! With the two big cocks in me, I was close to shooting a load of note.

André was gasping and I felt his cock swelling and stretching me one hell of a lot. He was going to cum!

“Oh fuck! Sorry baby bro, but I’m going to cummmm … oh fuck! Ahhhhhh! Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He jabbed his big cock in and out of me a few times and then pushed in all the way and started to shoot his load in me. Oh fuck! It felt like a big load.

“Oh godd! I just can’t help it. Sorry! But this is too much! Oh fuck! This feels marvellous! I’m pulling out. Johan, you want to fuck my baby bro with Coach?”

André was pulling out and as his head slipped out, I clenched to keep the cum in me.

Johan? Again? Fuck! His cock was bigger than André’s! Oh fuck! But, bring it on! If he wants in, then let him do it!

“Yes, oh fuck! Yes! Are you sure? Anton, are you OK? May I please fuck you with Coach? Really?” Johan was already behind me. André handed him the lube and I felt more lube on my hole. “This is going to be epic! Oh fuck! I can’t believe this!”

“Just remember, super slow! Nothing of just pushing in, OK?” André reminded Johan.

“Yes, OK! Anton, are you sure? My cock is bigger and thicker than André’s. Will you be able to handle us both? Oh fuck! Oh my godd!” Johan was on another planet!

“I’ll be fine Johan! Just take it slow please. Once you’re in, you could add some action!” I said.

Johan put his cock on my hole and slowly pushed in. “Ahhh! Oh fuck! This is so tight! Oh! … Oh! … Oh!” He also stopped when only his cockhead was in, and made it swell. It was big! And it was stretching me a lot! Oh fuck! It felt so good!

He also pulled out and reinserted his cock and pushed in deeper. I groaned and sucked Juan’s tongue. His hands on my neck and back were soothing and he murmured in my mouth.

Johan’s big cock was sliding in, slowly but surely. When he passed the halfway mark, I gasped. His big cock felt phenomenal! Oh fuck! It felt so good. His hands were on my buttocks and he pushed the last few centimetres into me, past the inner sphincter which almost made me cream. I could feel his huge cockhead deep in me. Together with Juan’s big cock, it really felt so fantastic!

The hunk was groaning and his cock was swelling and twitching in me. It was obvious he was as hot as can be, and he wasn’t going to last long! Juan’s cock underneath his, was too much for the hockey captain.

Johan was groaning in less than 90 seconds of fucking. He was going to cum again, soon!

Juan himself was now very randy and close to cumming. After the fucking with André and now with Johan, he was getting close to cumming. I was horny as hell, but I had to hold out as I wanted to have Herman’s cock in me. So, I just couldn’t cum with them.

“I’m going to cum too my darling! These shenanigans have been too much! OK if I also cum? How about you and I cum together, Johan? Want to spray your big load all over my cock inside Anton?” Juan was now fucking me harder and deeper, rubbing his cock against Johan’s big cock.

Johan was fucking me too and picked up speed. He was groaning and his big cock was hard as a rock, making me feel good. Oh fuck! I wished I could cum with them! I was ready to shoot!

Juan was first to cum. He was groaning and his big 28cm cock was very hard. He was fucking me with gusto. Soon he was gasping: “Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ahhhh! Hnnngggnnnnnnhhhhhnnnggg! I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!” His cock twitched and he slammed his cock deep into me, and held still. I could feel his cock spasming as he unloaded his load into me.

At the same time Johan was also groaning. He too was gasping and with one last thrust he pushed his big cock deep into me and I felt it spasming. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck I’m cumming! Ahh! It’s the first time for me to cum so soon after the first round! You’re phenomenal Anton!”

The two hunks’ big cocks in me were still spasming and they were pumping an unholy load of cum into me. Johan collapsed on my back and Juan was stroking my head. His other hand was stroking Johan’s head on my back.

“Did you like that Johan?” André asked.

“Oh fuck yes! This was an experience to remember! To think I’ve fucked Anton and you’ve fucked me and now I’ve fucked Anton with Coach! Unbelievable! To think a week ago I thought you were a bunch of dweebs! And just look at us now! You’re great and this was a fantastic experience! Thanks a lot!” Johan was on Cloud Nine!

“What did you think of the double fuck? Did you enjoy it? Something else, huh? Your cock on mine felt very nice! I’ll be looking at you with different eyes from now on! My first team hockey captain with the big cock who I fucked and who was now fucking Anton with me! You’re a nice guy after all! And I must concur: you have a very nice big beautiful cock! It feels like you’ve shot a huge load in Anton …” Juan complimented Johan.

“Of course, but not as much as the first round, but it felt like a big load I’ve added to the mix!” Johan said and hugged me. His cock slipped out and I could feel I was filled to the rafters.

I lifted off Juan’s cock and lied down on top of Herman. He will be the last one to fuck me and pump his load into me. But I needed a breather and come down from my near orgasm with Juan and Johan. I felt his huge cock underneath me. It was sopping wet and was twitching under me when I lay down on him. He embraced me and caressed my head and neck and back.

He whispered in my ear: “*Oh fuck, how I love you! You’re one of a kind! I wish you could have been mine … fuck!*”

Herman was head over heels in love with me but the presence of Luigi pushed him away. I liked him a lot too, but not enough to give up all the other guys, least of all Luigi. I loved them all and enjoyed sex with them. Herman’s huge cock and his kindness were the things I was going to miss. He was a nice guy who happened to have a humongous cock and who loved sex, as much as I do.

“Are you still OK that I fuck you too? I’d understand if you didn’t want to … I could jack off or you could suck me? Feel like tasting my cum?”

“Yes, I’d love to taste your cum! Fuck! You cum so much, and it tastes so nice! Yes, let me suck you off! But you could fuck me first if you wanted …?” I said.

“You sure? I’m not going to last long so I’ll pull out and cum in your mouth, OK?”

“Yes, let’s do it!” I said with enthusiasm.

“Swop places with me. On your back and legs over my shoulders. When I cum, I’ll sit on your chest and pump my load into your mouth. OK?”

“Yes, OK! Just put your big cock into me! Fuck me!”

“You’re not just a good hockey player and an ace at your studies, but you’re a sex fiend, Anton! You’re more insatiable than I am!” Johan said and squeezed my arm. He was now lying in Juan’s arm and André on the other side of Juan. They stroked Juan’s chest and kissed his pecs.

Herman put some lube on his huge cock and some more on my leaking hole. He put his cock on my hole and pushed in. My hole was so loose with the fucking I’ve had that Herman’s cock slipped straight in. But it was still one hell of a big cock, and it still felt amazing to feel it entering me. He was careful and gentle. He slowly pushed in and didn’t stop until he was in all the way. He twitched his cock and I groaned. I clenched my hole over Herman’s cock and he made his cock swell again.

“I’m very close and will cum very soon. A few thrusts, OK? You still OK?”

“Yes, I’m fine. A few thrusts would be fine. It feels great and your big cock is amazing as always. It feels fantastic in me. Ahhhh! Fuck me!” I urged him on.

Herman was fucking me as gentle as he could with his huge cock. He held my legs on his shoulders and when his big cock was in all the way, his huge balls slammed against my buttocks. He had two huge balls and it felt great! Fuck!

“Oh, this feels so good! It is fantastic to feel you inside me! Your huge cock makes me feel so good! Ahhhhh! But you need to cum soon. I am extremely close to cumming myself … oh fuck!”

“OK, I’m getting very close now … oh fuck! I’m pulling out and then I’m putting it in your mouth. Oh fuck! You’re too much! Wow!”

Herman gave my hole a few more jabs with his big cock and then pulled out abruptly. He quickly moved on top of my chest and pushed his big cockhead into my open mouth. He was jacking his cock and was groaning. He was about to shoot a big load into my mouth.

Somebody was taking my cock and putting it into his mouth. Ahhh! Oh fuck! I was about to cum and I was about to flood the mouth around my cock.

Herman was groaning and then it happened: he was shooting his huge load into my mouth. The first spurt was a little dribble and he groaned. The second one was enormous and flooded my mouth! I had to swallow big time. The big head in my mouth took up a lot of space. The third spurt was even bigger. It flooded my mouth again, and some of it ran out the corner of my mouth onto my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could.

By now my cock was twitching in the unknown mouth and I was shooting my load … it was a copious amount after being fucked left right and centre!

I continued to shoot at least nine spurts and Herman was shooting at least six or seven more spurts into my mouth. It was so nice and tasted wonderful. Oh fuck! I love cum! Since the first time I’ve tasted André’s cum, I was hooked.

Herman collapsed against the headboard and pushed his big rubbery cock halfway into my mouth. His huge balls were on my chin. My cock was deflating and the anonymous mouth around me was having a field day with my cum. I did shoot a big load.

“You’re an ace Johan! You’ve had it all in one night! Did you like Anton’s cum?” Juan asked. So, it was Johan who took my cum in his mouth. He was an ace! I really enjoyed it.

“How are you baby bro? All fine with you?”

I let go of Herman’s cock and he sat back slightly on my chest. Johan let go of my cock and moved into Juan’s arms again. He kissed Juan and … my godd! … he gave Juan some of my cum! What a quick learner this hung hunk was! I couldn’t remember ever telling him to do that, but Juan wasn’t going to complain!

“I’m fine thanks. And even after all Herman’s cum – it was a huge load! – I’d love some Coke please? What time is it?” I asked.

Juan reached for his Rado on the nightstand and said it was just after half past eleven. A good time to call it a night.

“Would you mind to get us some Coke please André?” Juan asked.

“Yes, I will. Coke for everybody? Yes?” André asked. We all accepted.

After the Coke we lounged around a bit longer. Then Juan said that either they stay the night or hit it back home. Both Herman and Johan had early classes and said they’d be going home soon.

“Thanks for today. I’ve never had a better day in my life before. This was fantastic on every level! I’d love to have this again some time please, if I may?” Johan put in.

“You’re most welcome but remember there are already 6 of us in this group. The others may not approve. So, we’ll have to play it by ear. OK? But yes, it was a damn nice experience and one I’d also remember. Both of you are nice guys and as much as I enjoy you on the hockey field, I enjoyed you here in the bedroom too. What do you say guys?” Juan asked.

“We’re also OK with it. But, if it happens again, it needs to be when the other three are not here. Johan might enjoy it, but I’m not sure about Gunther and Luigi – especially Luigi. So, yes – let’s play it by ear,” André put in.

“Well then, on this high note of sex and friendship, I think we should be going, OK Herman? Do you want to drive?” Johan already knew the right buttons to press when it came to Herman!

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We prepared for bed and I really had to battle to keep all the cum in my hole. I had multiple loads in me but it was a wonderful experience, and I wanted to keep it inside me for as long as I could.

Juan wanted to spoon me from behind, but for once, I hoped he was also sated and didn’t want an all-nighter. My hole was a bit tender too. Juan did put his big rubbery cock between my legs and hugged me from behind, but nothing more.

In front of me, André, facing me, pushed his body close to mine and put a hand over my neck. I put my hand out and took his big cock in my hand, which was now semi-hard and squeezed it.

“*Careful there! I’d be hard in seconds … watch it baby bro!*” He groaned softly, and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were so soft and full. If ever there were a choice for brothers, this sexy hunk would be my first choice, every time! He was perfect in every way.

And for all intents and purposes, he was my lover too, despite Luigi and Juan and Johann and Gunther being my lovers too. Of course, Luigi takes number one spot. Sorry bro!

“Goodnight my darling. Did you enjoy the fucking?” Juan said softly at my ear.

“Yes, it was nice and the cum in me feels so good. I just don’t know if I’d be able to keep it in me all night long. When Herman shot his load into my mouth, I couldn’t believe it – it was like a faucet that was turned on! And it tasted so good!”

“As long as you remember Herman is no longer a member of the inner tight circle. Johan is a nice guy, but he too is not a member. We need to keep this between us. I’m not so sure Gunther and Luigi would approve of what happened between us and with Johan and Herman. Your occasional sessions with Herman will stay between us. I love the other guys too much and I think you agree with me, we don’t want to piss them off. Nobody could replace Johann, Gunther and Luigi. Luigi is a super, very sexy man and I know you love him very much baby bro. So, rather keep this between us? OK baby bro? And you, Rubbish, do you agree?”

“Now that’s what I call love! Sheez, ogre! Of all the pet words, you must choose ‘Rubbish’? Once an oaf and an ogre, always one! Yes, of course, I fully agree but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m calling Dad!”

André will be André!

“Don’t be so touchy, Rubbish! It’s said with all the love I can muster for a delinquent like you! Now shush! Back to the issue in hand. We can’t do this on a regular basis. Herman and Johan seem like they have the hots for each other, and if our ‘baby bro’ bottoms for Herman every now and again, I think the two of them are good to go. Now, let’s get some shuteye. Gunther and I have a lot to do tomorrow. And Dad is coming to see you guys tomorrow night. I’d love to see those shenanigans! Hmmmm! He is going to be very pleased that both of you would like to bottom for him. Hmmmm!”

“Yes, it is going to be an experience! Dad fucking me for the first time! Now let’s get some sleep, ogre!” André said and gave a big sigh. “Good night you big oaf! Thanks for everything. Good night my beautiful baby bro. I love you.”

“Oh, you only love our ‘baby bro’ now? Sob, sob! What about me?” Juan put in and aimed a playful swipe at André’s head.

“Oh, you ogre! Of course I love you too! How could I not love you too? Sheez! I’m sharing my other half and our bed and our house and our lives with you! But yes, I love you, otherwise I’d never hear the end of it! Dad! There is an ogre in our bed!” André put in and leaned over me and gave Juan a big smooch. Juan pulled him closer and the kiss erupted into a fully blown kiss, tongue, spit and all! ‘Not loving him’, my eye!

“There, happy now? I fucking love you! I only love baby bro more than I love you. Are you saying these things just to wrangle a kiss out of me? Hmmm? I love kissing you, so you don’t have to trick me into kissing you, you ugly big oaf!”

“Then tell me you love me … you delinquent! Sheez! I also have feelings, you know! Sob, sob!”

“Enough, you two! We know now you love each other and love kissing each other. Now, shut your eyes and sleep!” I commanded. “I love you two very much but no more of this bantering at this late hour! I’m calling Dad if you don’t behave right now, this late minute!”

“Yeah right! We all know what that would be bringing to the table! You’re going to have him tomorrow night! And he’s going to fuck you big time! Both of you! So, yes – we need to get some sleep so you could build your strength to face Dad tomorrow night,” Juan conceded.

We all kissed each other one last time, and settled in for a good night’s sleep. Of course, during the night Juan slipped his big cock into me and fucked me … he is a sex dogg, finish en klaar [finish and klaar = finish in Afrikaans; a common saying to indicate it’s a foregone conclusion]!

Hmmm … Dad … oh fuck! I loved our dad and the prospect of him fucking me again … heaven!

I slept like a log and dreamt the most wonderful things …

= To be continued =

Pedro approached me, hard cock in hand. It was long and hard, not as thick as my father’s, but definitely longer. I could taste my father’s spunk in my mouth, but I was already salivating to start sucking that cock. My father’s employee didn’t waste any time on ceremony and immediately shoved his cock down my throat.

“Your father told me you were good at deep throat, faggot. Hold that cock in your throat, I want to see how many seconds you can last.”

Pedro took off his Fred Perry polo shirt, revealing a muscular chest with a few tattoos and a trimmed hairy chest. I took my right hand to that place of sin and masculinity while I was impaled in the throat by Pedro’s giant cock. It was then that Pedro grabbed my head, pushed in as deep as he could and started counting out loud in a deep voice.

“One. Two. Three.”

The seconds went by and I could feel his cock slamming into my throat.

“Move your tongue, you fucking faggot, move it.” Pedro ordered. Fuck, what a man. I looked at my father, who was sitting on the sofa with his dick half-flaccid, drinking his whisky on the rocks, prepared by his private slut… Me! I was my own father’s private whore. My father would even bring men into our own house to use me. Fuck, I was living a dream.

“Fifteen. Sixteen.”

I was starting to lose control of my throat and the urge to choke was getting closer and closer. My father’s employee’s cock was really long. Pedro then started slapping my face and looked at me father and said:

“Your son is a real whore at taking a cock in his mouth. Thanks for the bonus boss. Twenty.”

My father nodded and a perverted smile crept across his lips.

At twenty-three seconds I couldn’t take it anymore and choked, spewing thick drool everywhere and coughing loudly.

“So, faggot, you can’t take it?” Pedro asked.

“Slap that faggot in the face so he learns to obey a man.” My father ordered. Fuck, I didn’t even recognize that dictator, but I confess I loved him.

“Right away, boss.” Pedro complied with my father’s order and started slapping me hard across the face, making my clean preppy boy smooth face turn red and burn.

“Fuck his mouth.” Another order from my father, who was already hard again and slowly masturbating his thick cock.

“Okay, boss.”

Pedro grabbed me by the ears mercilessly and started fucking my mouth.

“It’s wetter than my ex-girlfriend’s cunt, that bitch was so fucking dry.”

“Use it, take advantage of that slut that today the whore won’t say no to anything. This is what he was born for, serving men.”

Pedro gasped, fucking my throat with repeated, rapid movements.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I can take much more, Boss. This is a real pussy mouth!”

“Fill his face with milk so we can go to dinner, after dinner I’ll call the other salesmen at the stand. Let’s see how many of them agree to come and destroy his pussy with us.”

“Sergey will be def be down to do it, and Petrov too. Their wives are at a woman’s vacation together. They are lacking pussy.” Pedro said, his voice tingling with pleasure.

Fuck, they were the two blond, handsome Ukrainian salesmen my father had hired and helped out during the war in Ukraine. They were real gods and soldiers who had fled the war with their families so they wouldn’t have to fight.

“I’m going to call them. I doubt they’ll say no to their own boss.”

Pedro let out a loud roar and announced:

“I’m going to cum all over your son’s fag face. FUCK!”

Pedro pulled his long member out of my sored throat and started spurting cum all over me. The first jet grazed my cheek and went over my shoulder and hit the TV cabinet. The next five filled my face.

“That’s it, fucking fill that fags face with cum!” Howled my father, who got up in the meantime and started hitting my face with his still not 100%  hard cock.

I could smell the strong scent of Pedro’s sperm and my father’s cock was spreading that hot liquid all over my face, dirty with drool and snot from being fucked so hard in the throat by two guys.

“Fuck, boss! We should take a photo of your son’s faggot to send to my colleagues, what do you think?” Pedro asked, his cock dripping cum onto the living room carpet. It’s a good thing my mother didn’t live here anymore, it wasn’t something she’d find very funny.

“Good idea, do it!”

Pedro took his Iphone out of his pocket and took a flash photo of my cummed face. He laughed out loud and showed the photo to my father.

“A real faggot marked by a real man, I’m proud of you.” He gave Pedro a firm and masculine pat on the back.

“Congratulations on the sale of the Tesla.”

Pedro howled like a real proud animal and started pissing all over my face.

“Fuck…” I shouted without expecting it.

My father followed suit and started pissing all over me too. There were two strong jets of man piss that left me totally soaked.

“Clean up, take a shower and serve us dinner, faggot! You’ve got a lot of use to give to your fag cunt later.” My father ordered.

With my cock wanting to cum badly with pleasure, all I could do was say.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

“Good Faggot!” Pedro was laughing.

I washed the room of the piss that had spilled from my body and took a hot shower. I was soaked with piss on my clothes and hair, so luckily it wasn’t difficult to clean the room from the pissing session. The vast majority of it was actually on me.

I wore a jockstrap and a t-shirt by Lana de Rey, one of my favorite artists who writes a lot about daddies. I couldn’t wait to be fucked in the ass by my father, Pedro and whoever else came along. Fuck even my father’s suppliers I could give my ass to.

I went back to the kitchen and served them dinner.

“You can have your dinner too, whore.” My father said in a gentler voice.

“Thanks, but I’d rather serve and wait for the other guests.” I replied submissively. Fuck, my submissive whore side was really activated. Whatever those men told me to do, I was going to agree and obey.

I served them dinner and waited in my room with my ass winking after preparing it in the bathroom. I wanted to be fucked… hard! I had a pink but-plug stuffed up my ass, getting ready for the party.

About an hour later, my father shouted for me. I went into the living room like a puppy called by its master. Only my father was in the room, but I could hear manly voices and laughter in the kitchen.

My father blindfolded me with one of his work ties and placed me on all fours on some blankets on the coffee table in the center of the room. I could feel movement around me, his Ukrainian employees were already there, but I heard more voices. I didn’t know who they were from. I knew he had more salesmen, but I didn’t recognize their faces or names. My father’s firm, somewhat rough hands lubricated my ass with coconut oil, I could smell the delicious scent. He oiled my ass cheeks well, leaving it glistening in the dimly lit room.

“Use his ass, boys!”

That’s when several thick male voices answered in unison.

“Yes, boss.” And that masculine war cry sent shivers down my spine and turned me on. My ass flashed, I wanted cock, I wanted to be fucked.

The first one approached and without asking permission shoved his cock inside my oiled ass. I moaned loudly.

“Take it.” That was the reaction. It was one of the Ukrainians, I could tell by his accent. His cock was thick and opened the muscular walls of my ass. I moaned loudly as the thick cock opened my ass.

“Let me fuck him now!” The other Ukrainian said loudly and the first one pulled out of me, leaving my ass open.

The second guy took advantage and put his cock inside me, it was longer and made me scream. The second Ukrainian guy was even rougher than the first.

“Boss, your son has a delicious cunt.”

“Fuck him; and I don’t want you to take it out, I want you all to come inside right away. I want to see who’s rougher and can last longer.” My father, being the boss, gave the orders and made the rules.

“Okay, boss. I’ll pound it then.”

The second Ukrainian then started hammering my ass non-stop, the other guys in the room, who I didn’t know how many there were, commented loudly and encouraged him. It wasn’t long before I heard a roar and he stopped pumping my ass and filled it with milk.

“I should have been the first.” The first Ukrainian wasted no time getting his cock back inside my already milked hole.

“It’s wet, it’s like a pussy.”

The others laughed out loud. The first Ukrainian didn’t last 30 seconds and added his sperm to that of his friend and fellow countryman.

“FUCK!” Unlike his friend, he didn’t stop and continued pumping while moaning and roaring.

The night continued with a lot of cock in my ass. I honestly don’t know how many guys were in the room as some didn’t speak and had similar dicks. But I guessed there were about seven because of the different styles of cock I felt it. All my father’s employees and friends of some of them, from what I could tell from their conversations.

Pedro was the last to fuck me and I could smell his perfume and sweat all over me as he hammered my ass full of his colleagues’ milk.

“This cunt is wide open, boss.”

“Fuck him harder!” My father shouted in boss mode.

Pedro pumped and my ass couldn’t take it and started spurting cum everywhere. I ended up cumming without touching my little clit.

When everyone had left, my father made me pour all the milk onto the living room floor to see the rivers of loads inside me.

“That’s what you’re for, son. To be a depository for male cum. Will you take this job?”

“Yes, Dad. I want to be your cumdump.”

“I want you to quit your job and I’m going to pay you double what you get for taking care of the house and being my depository and of my employees. I’ll get a huge increase in employee satisfaction.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Thanks, Dad.”

“Good boy!”

Without wasting any time he threw me on the bed and fucked me like an animal and came inside, leaving me completely open and KO.

What a night!

Sacrament

Conclusion

When he was young his favorite movie was Quo Vadis. He grew up reading the Bible early because Mama read it all the time, and he would envision himself like early Christians, huddled in a room around the sacred mystery of bread and wine, body and blood. It never seemed like that in real church. He would picture the darkened mysterious places where hunted down Christians originally gathered, the room, fusty with the light of an oil lamp and the heat of bodies, people listening to Saint Paul or Peter or Whoever, doing something holy and different, hidden from the rest of the not understanding world. On a night like that, Eutychus fell asleep, sitting in the window, and the Book of Acts says he fell out of it and Saint Paul went down and revived him.

It was nights like that, and days too, when those souls threw cloaks over their heads and in secret houses, out of the way gardens and catacombs, they scratched the sign of the fish and spoke of Jesus, and Max never ever felt this sacred urgency in real church life. The churches of his childhood were built like space ships, made of pale and ugly wood. They didn’t even look like churches, filled with bad folk guitar music and annoying white people, and even though the priest would lift up a wafer and say, “Let us declare the mystery of faith,” there was no mystery, only bad bread and bitter wine and the same life.

It was only in those first times when he saw the symbols, ice cream cones, euphemisms, wandered into backrooms, passed behind the doors of bath houses, that he began to get a taste of that ancient mystery. Darius never once questioned the sacredness of their queer lives, the sacramental joining of bodies, the kneeling for new revelation, and as he and Max and Jamal sat, squatting naked, while Max cut down the meth into fine lines, and he took out the homemade device of a water bottle with a tube in it, and then the blow torch, he felt like they were in a true communion, on their way to the most sacred of rites that would take them out of their ordinary selves with their ordinary limits. Three was enough. If a fourth came it would be messy. Max heated up the metal part of his device and the left over residue became white smoke rising, He put it to his nose, pressing down the other nostril, and inhaled, then opened his mouth when it was too much, exhaling what was left. He heated the metal tip of and handed it to Darius who, almost trembling, slowly snorted his line. He was not neat like Max, he always made a mess of his and snorted smoke again and again. He nearly vomited at the acrid taste and knew he’d had enough. As Darius settled down to take in the high, Max heated the device for Jamal.

He was sitting there, legs open, body pulsating, caring less than he already cared, and in the distance the El rumbled down Thorndale. He took out his marijuana vape, then switched to a regular one. He cracked open his soda as he saw smoke trailing out of Jamal’s mouth while he slowly blinked. Slowly they smoked, and slowly they drank, and slowly the heat rose within them until, finally, Darius put down his own vape. Body pulsing, head swimming a little, he narrowed his eyes until they found the large bottle of poppers at the foot of the bed, and he reached for them. He shook them, closed one nostril and gave the strongest inhale he could. Carefully he closed the bottle, and body trembling, he crawled on the floor, on hands and knees, toward Max, opened his brown thighs, lifted his penis, and took it in his mouth. He knelt, fully, draping his arms over Max’s knees and closing his eyes as the drug took effect and Max grew in his mouth.

 

 

Inhaling lines was the perfect metaphor. When you put that burning metal pipe to the white lines and they turned to smoke, disappearing up your nose, the other lines in life, so firm and often so hard melted away. That’s why Darius was soaring in and out of his head as he swayed back and forth taking in the dimensions of Max’s cock, sucking him with intensity as if that penis were the only thing in the world. The thick boundaries of the sarcastic relationship between friends disappeared as Max, harder than ever, still not having come, raised his stiff penis, and taking a hit from the poppers, Darius’s eyes widened as he sat down on him, Max boring deeper into him as he pulled himself down. Jamal, sitting on the floor, his knees up, watched as he drank ginger bear and then, as Darius sat, riding Max, Jamal, curious, never having been quite as close to Darius as he was to Jamal, crawled to Darius and quickly swallowed his cock.

Jamal was in the shower, and Darius was sitting under the large window, legs open, still naked. Nude, Max plodded to the refrigerator and brought back two bottles of water and a cigarette for each of them.

Max sat down on the sofa and they were both smoking as the shower water shut off.

“The beach?” Max said.

“I wasn’t planning that, but then I wasn’t planning this whole day. So, yeah.”

“We should go up to the botanica off Francisco.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Max thought of saying, see, and now Michael’s not on your mind. But of course that would have only put Michael back on Darius’s mind. Max felt relaxed, more than he’d felt in the last twenty four hours, and he was in general a pretty relaxed person.

When Max was fucking Darius, he understood. He almost understood when he’d been fucking Jamal. When his whole shaft stretched out and pleasure like lightning ran slowly up his urethra and glowed on the tip of his dick. He remembered fucking once, and the moment he’d jismed, despair, panic, the bullshit off life he’d been trying to escape overwhelming him even as he came. Even as the semen shot from his jumping dick he’d felt the darkness and confusion and maybe this is what men were running from, but today, as Darius groaned under him and he buckled up and down spilling his load inside of him, the moment of ejaculation was the moment of relief, the breaking of the three day fever, an incredible joy.

Jamal came out of the shower, drying his white boy body, that ass that was little and round at the same time, that long back, those thin legs. Hair plastered to his head, face like a Girl Scout.

“You guys are great,” Jamal said. “You’re like my fucking family.”

“Literally,” Darius said, reaching for a cigarette and sitting, Indian fashion, while he lit it.

“I’m gonna leave you some LSD and some shrooms. You okay with that?”

Max, putting his glasses back on, held his hands out and attested, “We would never complain about being given drugs.”

Leaving off his old underwear Jamal pulled on his black jeans and a red tee shirt he’d borrowed from Max, and then pulling his fingers through his hair, he kissed them both on the cheeks, swung his book bag over his shoulder, and throwing his arms around them and murmured, “I love you guys so much.”

He headed out the door and to the Thorndale stop.

He’d been gone less than a minute when Darius said, “Okay now… I think we both fucked him.”

“I think we all fucked each other,” Max said. “Which is a fair and equal distribution of wealth.”

“Well, yes,” agreed Darius, who was long used to Max’s statements, “but what about Kayla?”

“Kayla?”

“Yes,” Darius said. “Your goddaughter. His girlfriend.”

“The one who never calls and never visits? What about her?”

Max, who was pulling a long white kaftan over his naked body, looked almost contemptuous as his head popped up from the old robe.

He picked up his cigarette and puffed again.

“Fuck Kayla.”

Max was a complicated man, who did not believe in complicated relationships. He was straightforward in love, hate, fucking and everything else. It wasn’t like the other day when Michael, having called and been sent away, showed up. When he had taken them all to breakfast and then begged for them to talk and the talking had ended in kissing the kissing had ended in bed, and what was more, Rulon and Alex had been there to see it.      When they were getting dressed, and when they had walked around two for a while Michael finally said:

“So what do we do now?”

“We…” Darius said, “go home. By which I mean, you go to your home in Wicker Park, and I go to my home.”

“But what happened today…”

“We had great sex. And then you bought me milk.”

“We had great sex, and then I bought you milk,” Michael agreed in a tone that made it mean a lot more than when it came out of Darius’s mouth.

“And” Darius said taking the jug from him. “I appreciate that.”

“But….”

“But nothing.”

“So where do we stand?”

“As friends,” Darius said.

And then he said, “Did you think that telling me you were marrying someone else, and then us having sex and you getting me milk would change something? The only thing it means is that you’ll cheat on them the way you cheated on me. Which makes you a cheater.”

“Maybe it makes you a cheater too.”

“No,” Darius said carefully, “it just means I’m indifferent to your fiancé.”

He thought a minute and said, “I suppose it also means I’m still attracted to you, and I like sleeping with you. And for that… thank you.”

Darius thought a moment and then told Michael.

“I should say good night and go inside, and leave it at that.”

But then he kissed him.

“I’ll leave it like that. And… hope you have an excellent wedding. God help the groom.”

He had closed the door and shut it behind him, locking it, and for a brief moment he assumed he’d have Michael on the brain and thoughts of him all night, that part of him would run back and chase him and they’d start up some affair. Even right now, Michael was just walking slowly to the elevator, and then he would walk even slower to his car—not the greatest idea—and take a long time to drive back to Wicker Park.

But all of those thoughts only lasted a second, because he was not alone in the dark living room. Under the white moonlight, he saw Rulon Nelson’s long, naked body swimming the sofa, shoulders lifting and falling buttocks clinching and unclinching as he clutched Alex’s shoulders and deep sighs came from Alexis’s mouth while Rulon, mouth opened, eyes like black pinholes, fucked him.

Darius’s pulse was in his mouth. Sex made him tremble like this. Didn’t it make everyone? Wasn’t this why people were afraid of it, why they hinted at it, talked about but maligned it all at the same time? He had been a virgin far too long, a person who had not done things, walked away from doing things, being places, thought there as something to be said about innocence. But now he was himself. He didn’t care if people thought he was dirty. He didn’t want to miss anything. He didn’t mind being called a perv. His ass still hut from being fucked by Max. He could still taste Michael in his mouth. He slipped off his sandals and padded to the refrigerator. He put the milk away in the refrigerator, making a brief light, a brief noise. While he heard scrabbling and moaning, repeated thumping and an exhalation from the sofa, Darius went into his room quickly then came back. It wasn’t like TV or in the movies. They fucked slow and deep as death, sometimes in a hurry, Alexis crying out, Rulon’s shoulders and back white blue in the moon, Alexis rising on hands and knees, and Darius pulled out the easy chair which only made a little noise. He opened his Hawaiian shirt and pulled down his shorts. Snorting poppers, he stroked himself. He grew larger in his hand, feeling the trickle of nut from the head of his cock. Blindly it seemed, mouth open, Rulon looked on him. Alex’s head was bent as he pressed against Rulon, but Darius and Rulon looked on one another and, at last, Darius shrugged and his shirt came off, he pulled down his cargo shorts. He went naked to them. He ran his hands up and down Rulon, down the small of his back, over his ass. He gasped as he felt Alexis take his penis in his mouth. At the same time he kissed Rulon hard and felt his rough tongue in his mouth. This trinity lasted for a moment, before Rulon went right on fucking Alex and Darius moved away from them.

“Don’t worry,” Rulon said to Darius between slow fucks as Alexis gave a long, low moan,, “you’re next.”

The way he said it made Darius shudder so hard he almost came. Instead he only nodded, and went to his bedroom to find the glass pipes, the blow torch, the last of the ice they had begun the day before yesterday. On the futon, Rulon and Alex sank back into lovemaking, hidden by a cloud over the moon, and a sigh, high and heavy that was Rulon’s, came from the bed after another gasp of, “Oh, fuck!”

Michael and love and having a fiancé who cheated and cheated on his new fiancé with you was confusing. Sitting here naked in the aftershocks of lust, cutting up ice to smoke it and end up fucking till the sun came up, never was.

 THE END

The next week, I drove by the arcade hoping he was there.  My throat had healed, but I had gotten used to the soreness, and wondering if I can get it back.  I had been to the arcade several times after meeting him, but none had that Black shimmering skin, that construction worker body and that massive dick that deserves everyone’s worship. Was I obsessed?  Oh, yes.

As I drove by, i recognized his white truck.  I looked for a parking space at the arcade, but the lot was full, so i parked across the street at the strip mall and walked inside. Behind the front desk was the manager who handed me a roll of quarters. My oral skills was a reason many airmen returned to the arcade. 

I went behind the curtain to the booths.  The place was crowded.  I recognized several men I had serviced before, but didn’t acknowledge them because i was there for one man.  The arcade had twenty booths – two rows of five on each side.  I didn’t see him at all, so I figured someone was already working to get his nectar.  I was about to leave when I heard a door open and his voice call, “Boy.”  

I turned around and saw him, topless wearing blue jeans and work boots.  He smiled at me, and stood at entrance to one of the booths.  I nodded and started to walk toward him.  He met me in the hallway between the two rows of booths.  “Boy, I was hoping to find you here. Ready to leave?”

I was confused. I had just gotten there, and he was probably finished.  As if he read my mind, he said, “I haven’t bust yet. The wannabes here don’t know how to treat a man.  They think that my dick is to make them happy. You, boy, know why you’re here.  So wanna come to my place?”

I responded, “Yes,” and noticed one of his eyebrows raised.  “Sir” I finished.  “Good, boy. But you’ve already forgotten some things.  We’ll work on that, too.”  He wrapped his arm around me, buried my face into his pits, and lead me out of the booth area.  The manager chuckled and said, “Looks like you got a live one.”  I reached into my pocket to get the quarters and threw them behind me as we left the arcade.

“We’re using my truck,” he told me. “I’ll drive you back after we’re finished, so you have time to get back to normal before you drive away.”  Odd choice of words, but I didn’t care.  I was getting intoxicated, smelling the man whose truck I was going to enter.

When we were at his truck, he let me go and approached the driver’s door, and stopped, looking at me.  I thought quickly and opened his door. “Good manners, boy. I said you have potential.  Now get.”  

I rushed to the to the other side and sat down, closing the door firmly.  His toolbox was in the back of his truck.  So I figured he works with his hands.  He started the truck, and then, unzipped and pulled out his large dick.  “I want you to hold this in your mouth.  Don’t suck it.  Don’t lick it.  Just hold it.  Understand, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”  I bent over and using my tongue, got his dick in my mouth.  Even soft, his dick was filling.  But I could breathe.  My mind was spinning.  I’ve never just held a dick in my mouth.  I was tempted to just move my tongue, just a little.  He slapped my face.   “Just hold it, boy.  Control yourself.  You’ll get to enjoy it more when we get to my place.”

So I laid there, my nose in his pubes and his dick in my mouth.  Every so often, he would stroke the back of my head, saying, “Good, boy.”  My mouth started to salivate, but I knew that I couldn’t swallow.  So the saliva leaked out of my mouth and down my beard to his leg.

I felt the truck stop and heard him shift into park.  “Okay, boy, we’re home. You can get up now.”  I sat up, feeling that my beard was soaking wet.  He looked down and saw his leg was too.  “Boy, clean up your mess before you get out.”  I leaned down again, and lapped at his leg, feeling his hairs against my tongue.  I left just a small wet area and swallowed the rest.  When I say up, he rubbed his leg.  “Not bad.  Good, boy. Now lets go inside.”

We both exited the truck.  He lived in an apartment complex.  All the apartments were on the first floor.  We had parked in front of his place.  He opened the door and walked in, tossing his keys into an ashtray.  I followed, trying not to show how much I really wanted inside.

Once inside, I closed the door while he turned on the lights.  It was a small apartment – a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. “Strip, place your clothes on the end table, then get me a beer from the fridge. I’m going to get you something.”

So I did what he said, folding the clothes before placing them on the table.  I was uncomfortable because i knew my cock was minuscule compared to his.  But I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and returned to the living room. I stood with the beer, because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.  He walked in from the bedroom with a black jock strap.  “Put this on. I don’t want to see your tiny cock.”

I handed him his beer and took the jock strap.  I put it on and just stood there, waiting.  “Looks good on you.  Fits too.  It’s yours.  Whenever you come and visit me, you must wear that.  If you wear anything else, take them off at the front door after you enter.  Understood?”

Nervously, I shook my head. “Your head isn’t a rattle.  I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.  Do you understand these rules?”

“Yes…” I quickly corrected it. “Sir.”

“Good.  Now model it for me.  Turn around.  Let me see it from all sides.”

I did as he said, slowly turning a complete 360.  I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I grabbed my waist on both sides, so he can see the complete jock strap on my body.  “Nice.  Come sit with me on the couch.  I want to know more about you.”  

I sat on a towel on the couch, near him.  I was afraid that he’d see movement from my little cock.  But I was in awe of his body. I didn’t know black men could have body hair and he did.  It covered his round shape chest and accentuated his abs.  I’ve heard of six packs but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.  

“What do you do when you’re not sucking dick?” He said, pulling me out my appreciative stare

“I go to college.  Currently just taking courses I like.  Creative writing. Fortran. Calculus.”

“I only understood the first one.  What do you write?”

“Currently it’s a mystery detective story like Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.  My characters are Richard Cougar and Raccen Blair.”

“Are you more like Cougar or Blair?”

“Blair, definitely.”

“Let’s see if I can find your cougar side. Let’s go to the bedroom.  Follow me.”

I waited until he got up and walked by me before I stood and kept behind him.  He sat at the corner of the bed and said, “Take my boots off.”  I knelt down and grabbed his right boot – one hand on the toe and the other on the heel.  I tried to tilt the boot to let his foot slide out.  It soon worked, so I removed the other boot the same way.  I was hit by the scent of his socks.  I must have inhaled loudly, because he said, “You like the smell of my feet?  Go ahead.  Enjoy yourself and when you’re finished, take off my socks, and place them in my boots.”

I didn’t know if I could lift his feet, so I lied down on the floor while I enjoyed the earthy aroma of his feet.  I didn’t want to be selfish, so I was only down there for about a minute before I started taking off his socks.

“Good, boy.  Now your reward.”  He stood up and removed his jeans, standing naked in front of me.  He looked down, asking, “Ever kiss a black man before?”

“Uh-uh,” was all I could say.  I never knew any man could mesmerize me like he did.

“Do you want to?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Get on that bed, head on the pillows.”  He turned us around, so that I could drop onto the bed and squirm into position.  Once rested on the pillows, I saw him crawling from the bottom of the bed, across my body, like a leopard approaching its prey.  He lowered his body onto mine, then his head, placing his full lips over my mouth.  He forced my mouth open and shoved his tongue deep.  I used my tongue on his as if it was his dick. His hands were massaging my asscheeks while mine roamed up and down his muscular back.  I felt his dick getting harder and longer.

“Now you can suck it.”  He rose his body up and rubbed his dick across my lips.  I opened my mouth and he shoved it all the way to my throat.  He would pull back until only the head was in my mouth, then plunged it into my throat.  He would fuck my face like that for a while.  He stopped, leaving his dick in my throat.  “You are really quiet while I’m fucking your face.  I thought you were a cum pig.  So snort like a pig and really get into this.”

When he pulled out, I made a sound with my nose that I thought sounded like a pig.  “Yeah,” was all he said.  He continued to fuck and I continued to snort.  I got so into it that I sat up a little so I could move my head and get him further down my throat until my nose crushed against his pubes.  I started snorting more and more, wanting him to know how much I am really enjoying this, and hoping that I’ll feel his load down my throat.

“Good piggy.  I knew you have that in you.  Now let’s find your cougar.”  He pulled completely out.  I looked up and saw a Man I could adore.  “If your mouth hid your piggy side, maybe we should look elsewhere for your cougar.  Lie on your stomach.”

He got off the bed and I turned over, offering my ass.  I don’t get fucked often, so I was concerned if I could take him.  I buried my face in the pillow. I didn’t want to appear too anxious.  I felt his hand putting lube on my hole.  He inserted a finger and rubbed it in and out.  I then thought why I wasn’t fucked as often.  “What?  Not even a purr.  Okay let’s try two fingers.”  He had his index and middle finger opening me up.  He wanted a purr, so I started to purr, and wiggle my ass too. “Ah, a little cougar cub.  Let’s see if this cub can grow up.”  He added his other two fingers.  I was in a little pain as my hole was getting more open.  I purred louder and more baritone than tenor.  “Yes, this cat is getting older.  Now if it’ll only growl.”  I started to, but he took out all of his fingers. I felt his dick head at my entrance.  “Now growl, cougar.”  He put over half of his dick inside of me.  I started to moan from the excitement and groan from the pain.  But it all came out like a growl.  While he was fucking me, I was growling and clawing the pillows.  “Ah, there’s the cougar within you.  I knew you were an animal.”  He went further and further into my hole.  When he hit my prostate, my growls got louder.  But eventually he hit an impasse.  “Boy, I’ve found your second hole.  This is going to hurt at first.  So howl and growl as much as you need.  Just no talking.  Be a good boy.”

I was worried.  I didn’t know I had a second hole.  If it hurts as much as when I was first fucked, I know that I couldn’t keep quiet.  “Ready, boy?”  I purred in response.  “Okay, here we go.”  He thrust and thrust at the new hole.  I didn’t growl or purr.  I whimpered.  Every thrust caused me to whimper.  Until he made it through.  “Good boy.  I knew you could do it.  Just let your whimpers settle down into a purr again.  I’m not moving.”

My whimpers showed that I hurt like hell.  I knew that it won’t be permanent, but to still hurt.  He started moving very slowly in very short strokes.  The pain started to subside and my whimpers went to soft purrs,  “Good boy.  You are getting used to me.  Soon your growling will come back again.  I’m going to start fucking you again and won’t fill you up until you start growling.” He pulled back, before the new hole, and shoved back.  He wanted to fuck this second hole.  In and out, poking it larger, getting the ring to relax so he can fuck as wildly as he wants.  

I tried to growl, but it didn’t sound right at first.  As the second ring started to give up and relax, my growl grew louder and louder, like I was saying “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” but in growling cougarese.  He got further in me, until I felt his balls slapping against me, and heard his pelvis hit my ass.  “Okay, cougar boy, you’re going to feel yourself get full.”  He rapidly fucked me from my first ring through my second.  I growled, snarled, scratched, clawed, in extreme ecstasy.  My body not my own.  “I’m cumming, boy.  Get ready for it.”  A few more strokes, and he shoved his entire dick inside of me before he let go.  I could feel his dick pumping and twitching all through my ass.  I could feel his hot load shoot into my deep bowels.  He laid on my back, and his balls emptied into me.  His body was covered in sweat. 

As he recuperated, he rose up and jostled the back of my head.  “Good boy.  I knew there was an animal or two in you.  You did good, boy.  Want to come back and do it again?”

I purred.  He laughed.  “You can speak again.  So?”

“Yes, Sir.  I never knew how intense it can get, Sir.  I guess I never met a real Man before.  Thank you, Sir.”’

“Boy, I’ll give you my phone number.  Call me if you want to visit.  I work Monday through Friday as an electrician in a construction job.  We’re building the DuPont plant.  But I’m available Saturday and Sunday all day.  Now get the rest of your clothes on.  I’ve got to get you back to the arcade.”  

The Professor

My life was going pretty well, I have to say. I was recognized for my academic insight in the area of physics, and at 42, I was already a tenored professor at Nebraska. My wife and I met while I was in grad school, and we’ve been married for 15 years. She is also a professor here, and we have two children. Our son is 10, and our daughter is 7. We are both satisfied in our careers, love each other and our children very much, and have pretty much the perfect life.

The only wrinkle in our perfect life is my hidden secret: I’m attracted to guys. Well, that’s not 100% true. I’m attracted to big, muscular guys. My freshman year in college, my roommate was a big defensive back for our football team, and he seduced me and fucked me regularly. I don’t really care about smaller guys, but big, masculine, built guys make me weak. After college, I decided I didn’t want to live that life, and so I met and married my wife, and we built our family.

My primary role at the University is to oversee and mentor grad students as they are working on thesis projects. I also teach two classes of upper level physics that is a required course for some of the science and engineering degrees. Most of the students in those classes are smart, studious, and nerdy. I’ve had a few of the girls in those classes try to flirt with me to get better grades, but all in all, not a lot of temptation there. Unfortunately, I also am contracted to teach one intro physics class that is a core science requirement for most students. The only benefit that I get to that class is that I often get to teach football players and other studs on campus, so there is plenty of eye candy that come through my classroom doors.

Each semester of my intro class, I find myself picking out the hottest guy in the class, and finding out who he is. His image is often the fodder for getting aroused when my wife and I have sex. This semester, I have a stud in my class named Justin. I noticed him the first day. I couldn’t help but notice him. He was on the football team, and walked with a confident swagger that just made him look even sexier. He reminded me very much of my roommate in college, and I could feel myself yearning to get fucked again the way he used to fuck me. God forbid he ever flirts with me to get a better grade. I don’t think I could say no!

As the semester wore on, I kept an eye on Justin, both in class and in the gradebook. He wasn’t stupid, but I could tell that he wasn’t getting some of the concepts. Most of the football players that take my class just coast through, happy to pass with a D, and I expected the same of Justin. So I was surprised when he showed up one Thursday during my posted office hours, asking me to help him better understand thermodynamics! He stepped in the door of my office, and I couldn’t help but stare for a second, my eyes taking in his muscled form. He was wearing a tank top and some gym shorts. His massive arms were bare, revealing the strength in his biceps, and his massive pecs pushed the shirt out. He was a perfect picture of masculine musculature in the prime of his life, and I stared!

After a couple of awkward seconds of me just admiring his young manly body, I realized I was staring and silent. I collected myself, and welcomed him in, still surprised that he would come by my office at all! “What can I do for you, Justin?” I asked, regaining my composure.

Justin smirked quickly, cocking his head to the side, before he answered my question. I realized that I had just admitted that I already knew his name, although that wasn’t that unusual. Professors often try to know their students by name, and Justin was well known around campus because of his place on the football team. I decided then, though, that I needed to be more guarded with him. I could get fired messing around with a student, and I didn’t want that or to make him feel uncomfortable in my office.

“I’m struggling with thermodynamics,” he finally said, stepping into the office and sitting down in one of the two chairs across from my desk.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” I answered him, standing and walking around the desk to sit in the other chair next to him. I grabbed my iPad and pulled up the class notes where we had covered the concepts of thermodynamics. I was surprised that he was actually paying attention as I tutored him. I would stop to ask questions to see if he was understanding, and he was able to answer them intelligently. Maybe he wasn’t just a dumb jock after all. Maybe he did care about his grades and doing well in my class. The further we went, the more I liked Justin. Finishing up our journey through the concepts, he told me that this helped and he felt he could finish the homework problems I had assigned.

I smiled, glad to feel like I had helped a student, and without thinking I reached over and patted his shoulder to congratulate him as I said, “Thanks for coming by for help, Justin! I appreciate students who take their work seriously.” But even as I was saying it, my hand that touched his shoulder felt the solid muscle underneath it, and before I could stop myself, I gripped it and massaged it, entranced with his body. It was as if I couldn’t will my hand to stop touching him, to move away. My eyes couldn’t stop wandering all over his body. I could smell his masculine scent, a mix of cologne and pheromones that was already causing my own cock to stir. We sat there, the only movement my hand on his shoulder, for what felt like an eternity, the silence deafening as he watched me take in his body. Justin was the first to speak.

“Thanks for your time, professor,” he said, breaking the silence. “But you know, on thinking about it, there may be one more thing you can help me with.” Saying that he stood up and reached behind me to shut my office door. I was alone, with this stud, in a closed office. I looked up at his face, searching for his intentions, but my eyes were drawn back down as he stood, seeing the growing tent of his cock under his gym shorts. After he shut the door, Justin just stood there, letting me look for a moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off that meat that was growing before my eyes, the cloth of his shorts the only thing between us.

Finally, Justin took my chin in his hand, and broke the silence saying, “You know, professor, my eyes are up here.”

Oh my God, what am I doing? I quickly sought the best way to diffuse the situation. “Justin, I don’t know what you think is going on…” I began, but already he was moving, grabbing my hand and placing it on his bulge. I trailed off as my hand came in contact with the warm and hardening mound in his shorts. I couldn’t stop myself from kneading his cock, moving my hand down its length as it stretched down his leg.

“What’s going on, professor,” Justin said, his deep voice sounding soft and sultry, “is that deep down you think I’m hot. You like my muscles, you like my alpha personality, you even like that I’m taking control of this situation. You may be a married dad out there, but in here you want me. So I’m giving you what you secretly want.” He was saying the things I couldn’t admit out loud. He was taking control, just like my old roommate had done, and I wanted nothing more than to give in. Justin paused, watching my face take in his words, before he continued, “And what you want is to be my bitch.”

“Justin, I don’t think we should…” I tried again. I wanted to resist, to be faithful to my wife, to not jeopardize my job. I couldn’t be seduced by a student. I couldn’t give in to the urges I felt when around these alpha studs. I want to do the right thing. But even as the war of right and wrong is waging in my mind, Justin pulled the waistband of his shorts down, hooking it under his balls. Suddenly, I was faced with his impressive 8 inch cock, inches from my mouth. My words failed me, my mind couldn’t remember why I shouldn’t do this as he grabbed my head with his hands and guided my mouth onto his cock. I opened my mouth automatically, taking him into me and began sucking the cock of one of the sexiest students to ever enter my classroom.

“You don’t think we should what, professor?” Justin asked as his cock moved further in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, watching him smirk as the reality of what I was doing came crashing down on me. I tried to pull back, to make this stop, but he held me firm on his cock. I couldn’t get away. I probably didn’t really try that hard, to be honest.“I’m just kidding, professor,” he said more softly, then continued: “We both want this, so let’s just enjoy our time, shall we? I’m a man with needs, and you’re the bitch who can take care of my needs.”

My eyes dropped back down, taking in his impressive chest as I once again began sucking on his impressive cock. He may only be a sophomore, but his body and dick were all man. I began bobbing back and forth, taking more and more in, loving the taste and the firmness of his cock in my mouth. I missed this intimacy with an alpha man, this knowing my place as his personal cocksucker. Remembering all the times that I had sucked on my roommate’s cock, I oddly wondered where he was now, and If I should try to find him and rekindle what we had in college? My mind quickly returned to the matter at hand as I sucked him in, taking him into my throat. My roommate taught me how to control my gag reflex, and it came back as easy as riding a bike. I was good at throating cock, and Justin quickly realized he was with an expert.

I felt his hands on the sides of my head as he began to face fuck me, thrusting his cock all the way in and down into my throat, the pulling out only to return balls deeps, over and over again. I timed my breathing with his fuck rhythm. The only sound in the office was the slurp of his cock moving in and out of my mouth and throat. I was so into the moment that I temporarily forgot where we were!

A knock on my office door brought me back to reality, and I panicked! “Professor?” a female voice asked through the closed door. Justin held me on his cock, not allowing me to pull back. My head was impaled and I couldn’t answer her if I wanted to.

Justin answered for me: “Office hours are over today. Come back tomorrow.” I heard her footsteps walking away, while I remained still, on my knees, the cock of this stud buried in my throat.

“That was close!” Justin said, smirking as I looked up in his eyes. “Maybe I should lock the door too!” he said, reaching over and turning the lock, promising more privacy for the remainder of our session. He proceeded then to return to fucking my face, the sounds of my submission to him echoing through the room. He began to speed up, until finally he held himself still all the way in and I felt his cock spasming on my tongue as he blasted a couple of shots of cum straight down my throat. After the first three shots, he pulled up, and I got to taste the remainder of his load as he deposited it on my tongue. It was delicious! I don’t know what this stud eats, but his cum was sweet and salty at the same time. I remember thinking I wish I could make a dipping sauce that tasted like his cum! I was so proud that I was able to get him off, and grateful to be able to suck the cock of an alpha football stud once again.

Once he finished shooting his load, Justin pulled me up by grabbing under my arms and lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I stood there, looking at him, my own cock hard as a rock under my khaki pants. I didn’t know what he wanted next, but it was clear he was in charge. He looked me over, running his hands over my clothed body, taking me in. After looking me over, Justin stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Then, in the sexiest moment of my life up to that point, he took me in a passionate kiss. I had no choice but to go with him, to kiss him back. He was a great kisser! My knees went weak and my arms grabbed onto his body, my own body submitting and melting into him. I wanted to become one with this stud. I wanted to touch and be touched by as much of him as possible. I couldn’t get enough of his incredible body! I don’t know how long we made out, but I could have stayed there forever. Finally, though, he stepped back and let me go.

“We are definitely going to have to do that again,” Justin said, smiling at me. He then grabbed me and turned me around, bending me over my own desk as he added, “In fact, next time we’re going to have to see what this ass can do!” I groaned as I felt him smack my ass. I was carried away by the memory of my roommate treating me the same way. I couldn’t wait to feel Justin take my ass! I was panting as I lay bent over the desk, waiting on Justin to let me up.

“What do you have planned tonight?” he asked as he pressed his crotch against my upturned ass.

“I usually go for a run around the campus at about 8, so probably that…” I trailed off as I looked back in lust at the stud that was holding me down.

“Why don’t you run by my place, then,” he asked, “so we can pick up where we left off.”

Justin gave me his dorm and room number, then grabbed my phone and unlocked it by holding it in front of my face for the face ID. He added himself as a contact in my phone, then sent himself a text from my phone so had my number. I couldn’t believe his boldness, his confidence. I just lay prone there on my desk as he began to take over my life.

“Text me when you’re on your way,” he said when finished as he ground against my ass.”That way I can get my roommate out of the apartment before you come over.” I could only nod my agreement. Finally, he let me stand up, then he grabbed me and turned me around, pulling me once more into a passionate kiss. Letting me go, he stepped to the door, unlocked it and opened it to step out in the hall.

“Thank you,” I said, blushing as he stepped out. Justin smiled as he walked out of the door.

Would I follow through? I had an out. I could say that my family needed me. I could say that I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t run tonight. I could think of a million ways to get out of my run and subsequent fuck at Justin. But deep down, the pull of taking his cock was too great. We ate dinner as a family, let my food settle and helped the kids with homework, and then changed into my running clothes at about 10 minutes to 8. Kissing my wife goodbye, I stepped out of the door and into the evening air. I grabbed my phone and shot Justin a text: “Leaving home now. be there in 10.”

Exactly 10 minutes later, I was standing in the hall of his dorm, just outside his door. Knocking on it meant that I would get fucked. Before I could wimp out, before my brain could tell me the thousand reasons why a professor should not be visiting a student to get fucked, I reached my hand up and knocked. Justin opened it, and I knew I made the right decision! He was standing in just his gym shorts, no shirt to cover his incredible chest. He didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear either, as his cock was bulging out of the front of his cotton shorts obscenely. He was hot, and he knew it. He smirked at me as he stood back, welcoming me into his room. As I walked in, he grabbed my arm, shutting the door and pushing me back against it, covering me with his massive body as he dominated me in another of his passionate kisses. I relaxed into his embrace as his hands were all over me, ultimately grabbing my ass and kneading the globes as he covered my mouth with his own. For my part, I was running my hands all over his muscles, feeling his strength, his power, knowing I wanted him to control my body and give me the pleasure I’ve been missing for so long!

Finally, pulling back, he asked, “When does the wife expect you back?”

“I’m usually gone for about an hour, so we’ve got about 40 minutes before I need to start heading back,” I answered breathlessly.

He grabbed my hand then, leading me into his bedroom, smiling at me as he said, “Well, then let’s get you fucked.”

Once we were in Justin’s room, he didn’t waste any time. He moved me in front of him, my back against his chest, then pressed me down onto his bed, my ass presented to him as he knelt behind me. I felt him grab my shorts and pull them down, revealing my jockstrap covered ass. I smiled as I imagined his reaction to my round ass, framed by the straps, the ultimate admission that I wanted to be fucked by this stud! I heard him growl as he dove his face between my cheeks, rimming my hole with his powerful tongue. I could feel my ass getting wet from his spit as he shoved more and more of it up my hole. Just like everything else sexual, he was a master at rimming. I could have stayed right there all night, letting him eat me out! He was much better than my roommate had ever been! I couldn’t stop moaning and cursing, verbally letting him know how good he was making me feel!

Sooner than I would have liked, I felt him pull back and stand. I heard the top of the lube bottle pop open and felt the cool sensation as he dribbled some on my ass. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched him slick up his 8 in cock and then press it against my asshole. Pushing out and back, suddenly half his cock slid into my hole! I gasped, tensing up. I knew it would hurt because it had been awhile, but I could also already begin to feel the pleasure building. I relaxed my ass as he held still. Feeling me relax, he pressed forward, uttering calming statements like, “Relax, professor. Let me in. Just breathe and relax.” With one final thrust, he pressed all the way in, impaling my ass fully on his incredible cock. I gasped again as my hole clamped down on his cock, surrendered to the alpha stud that was taking me.

Soon, Justin began a gentle thrusting that very quickly accelerated to full in and out pounding of my married ass. I could not stop moaning, and groaning, becoming more and more verbal the more he pounded me. “Yes!” I hissed. “More, more, harder, yes!” I was already growing to love the cock that had invaded my ass. Then, Justin did something that made this entire experience the most erotic and incredible sex of my life. In my mind, there was always the knowledge that he was my student. That was taboo enough, I thought. But Justin took that to the next level when he suddenly asked, “So professor, what grade would you give my understanding of the thermodynamics of your ass?” He punctuated each syllable of “thermodynamics” with a jab of his cock in my hole, my prostate buzzing with over stimulation.

“Fuck…” I yelled out. “A+, buddy!” I loved the tying of our sex with the dynamic of student teacher, and the introduction of grade talk just made it hotter. The sex was heightened for both of us by the fact that he was the student, fucking the teacher without remorse. The combination of his masterful pounding of my hole and his fuck talk sent me over the edge, and I came all over his sheets as he relentlessly pounded my ass.

He rode my ass hard for another five minutes or so, until I felt him speed up and then thrust hard up into me. I could feel his cock spasm in my ass, and a wet warmth filled me as he bred my ass with his load. “Yeah, bitch! Take my load!” he growled out he came up my ass. I just groaned as he bred me. After holding still for a moment, Justin then pulled back and out and stood up.

I moved to gingerly stand as well. As I did, I felt Justin step up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pulling me back against his bigger chest. I turned my head to look back at him, and he met me in a sloppy kiss.

After he broke the kiss, Justin must have seen the puddle of my cum on his bed. He turned his head to say in my ear, “Looks like the professor had a good time getting taken by the football player!” I trembled as his deep voice reverberated next to my ear, his breath on my neck. I was putty in this boy’s arms.

I left his dorm a truly satisfied bottom bitch, my ass full of a fresh load of cum from an alpha football stud. Moreover, this stud was a student in my class! I thanked him for the fuck, and then proceeded to run back home. I arrived home sweaty, but not from my normal run! I headed straight for the shower when I got home, washing the smell of sex, and the smell of Justin, off of my body. My wife was none the wiser. We tucked our kids in, watched some TV, and I slept soundly that night, the way a man can sleep only after he’s been truly and royally fucked.

After that semester, Justin and I continued to hook up. He fucked me all over that campus, most times in my office. My favorite position was on my back, watching his incredible body work as he thrust into me, watching his face as I submitted to his need.

Once, when my wife and kids were visiting her parents, we spent the weekend together, him fucking me in the bed where we had made our children! If I could get pregnant, I’d be carrying Justin’s babies. I was his bitch while he was a student, and he’s even come back and fucked me while visiting as an alumni at games, too!

Better yet, his reawakening of my desire to submit to a masculine man inspired me to reach out and reconnect with my college roommate. He’s visiting town tonight, staying in a hotel. We agreed to meet for dinner, and I told my wife not to wait up because we have some catching up to do!

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This story is the bottom’s version of On the Prowl (2).

Read all of my stories at www.closetcase.net

I stood in the room behind the church sanctuary, feeling numb all over. Surely I hadn’t heard her correctly.

“What did you say?” I asked, dreading hearing the words again, but needing to know that I was hearing correctly.

“I’m calling off the wedding. I can’t marry you,” Mandy said again, her face set and cold.

“But everyone’s here, we’re supposed to walk out there and say our vows in 10 minutes!” I said haltingly, tears forming in my eyes. “Why?”

“I’m just not sure I’m in love with you, and I don’t want to start our married life with doubt,” she said. Nothing prepared me for hearing that she didn’t know if she loved me. I sat down on a chair, my head in my hands.

Looking back up, I said, “How long have you been thinking about…?” I couldn’t finish the question, unable to say the words to describe the most horrible situation I’d ever faced.

“I’ve been having doubts for a couple of months, but just thought they were jitters,” she replied, way too calmly.

“MONTHS!” I yelled, standing back up as I felt the anger building in my soul. “Why didn’t you say anything before now?” The volume of my voice increased with my anger.

“Shhh!” she hissed. “Everyone will hear you!”

“Well, they’re all going to hear real soon anyway, might as well give them a show!” I yelled sarcastically.

“You’re an asshole!” Mandy exclaimed, her volume matching mine.

“I’m an asshole!?” I shouted back. “You’re the one walking out on me, you stupid bitch!” Mandy stormed out as I turned to look out of the window, anger and grief competing for first place in my emotions. Everything in my life had just turned upside-down in one sentence from my now former fiancé, and I had to figure out what came next. While standing at the window, I saw Mandy come out a side door of the church, and then my best man, Peter, followed her out. He grabbed her hand once they were both at the bottom of the steps, and together they went to his car and drove off. Shit. She was cheating on me with Peter. My best man and best friend. Or maybe former best friend.

The door opened and one of my groomsmen, Brad, stepped in. “Bro, I’m so sorry…” I held up my hand, stopping him from continuing.

“How long have you known?” I asked quietly.

“I just heard…” he started, stopping as I raised my hand again.

“How long have you known about Mandy and Pete?”

“How do you…?” Brad started, then seeing the flash of anger on my face as I turned to look at him, paused and started again. “I found out 3 weeks ago. I came home early and caught them.” Brad and Peter were roommates. “They told me it was a one-time fling and they weren’t going to do anything else. I told them they needed to tell you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“I should have, and I’m sorry I didn’t, bro,” Brad answered. “They promised me they would tell you. I thought you and Mandy had worked it out. I didn’t know until today that they didn’t tell you and that anything else was going on.”

I broke down crying right then and there. My wife-to-be left me 10 minutes before our wedding, to run off with my best friend. I felt rejection from all sides. Brad came over and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned toward him, and he hugged me to him as I wept. After a couple of minutes, I was cried out. I stepped back and thanked him for consoling me.

“You want to get out of here, maybe go get drunk?” Brad asked.

“No,” I said simply, exhausted from the emotion of the past half-hour. “I need some alone time. I want to get away, I don’t want to have to talk to anyone, I don’t want the looks of pity that people will give me.” I suddenly had an idea. “I think I’m going on the cruise by myself.

“They won’t give you looks of pity,” Brad started before I interrupted him again.

“Dude, the look of pity was all over your face when you walked in here!” I said. “I can’t stand the idea of facing that right now. So, I AM going to go on the cruise that’s already paid for, surrounded by thousands of people I don’t know! I already have the week off work. I’ll deal with all this shit when I get back.”

Suddenly, I felt purposeful, like I had something to do. I grabbed my stuff, and walked out of the room and out of the back of the church. Word must have spread because people were beginning to file out of the church, milling about in the parking lot. I hurried past them all, not making eye contact, not seeing their pity. I reached my car, threw my stuff in the back, cranked it and got out of there as fast as possible!

I drove to my place, dropped off the wedding stuff, changed clothes, and grabbed my bag that I’d already packed for the honeymoon. My flight was not until the next day, but I needed to get out of town. I drove to the airport, finding a cheap hotel room for the night near there. I spent most of the evening drinking the six-pack of beer I bought, alternating between calling Mandy a bitch, and crying my eyes out, while also ignoring all of the phone calls and texts. I awoke the next morning, slightly hungover, but ready to leave this crap behind. I texted my parents, telling them what I was doing, then headed to the airport.

The flight was uneventful, and just after lunchtime we landed in Miami. A shuttle was at the airport, arranged by the cruise line to carry passengers from the airport to the port. After checking in my luggage and then walking through security and checking my ticket, I was walking up the gangway and onto the ship. I found my room quickly and was pleased to see that my luggage was already delivered. I attended the mandatory safety seminar for my section of the ship, and then went off to explore. Within a couple of hours, were were leaving port and headed to the Caribbean.

I had received my dinner reservation time and location, and so at the appointed mealtime, I headed to the dining room. Mandy and I were scheduled to be seated at a table of 8. When I arrived, five of the other six people were already there, and the sixth arrived just after me. There were two couples at our table, plus two single people, a man and woman, and then me and the empty chair beside me. The single man, a tall muscular dude, was seated immediately to my left. He leaned over to me after we sat down. “I’m Brian,” he said, extending his hand to shake mine. “You here solo too?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, sounding sadder than I intended as I shook his hand. “My wife, fiancé, whatever, was supposed to be here,” I said, pointing at the empty chair to my right. “But she cancelled the wedding 10 minutes before it started. This was supposed to be our honeymoon.”

“Damn, dude!” Brian said with an empathetic look. “That sucks!”

As much as I hated the pity, I kind of liked the fact that he was willing to engage in conversation about it, not treating me like someone with a disease once he found out what had happened. And from that point on, we became friends. He engaged me in conversation, got me to laugh a good bit during dinner, and even invited me to go to the bar and get drunk with him that night. We hung out and got really drunk. I have vague memories of laughing a lot, calling Mandy a “bitch” a lot, and of Brian helping me keep from stumbling on my way back to my room. He could definitely hold his liquor better than me, although he had me by a good 50 pounds anyway! I remember thinking, “he’s really strong!” as he helped me keep my balance walking down the hall.

He helped me into my room, and I remember unlocking and opening the door, but that’s the last thing I remember.

I awoke the next morning to a strange sensation. My head hurt, I knew I was hungover, but the strange part was waking up and feeling comforted by a warm body spooned against my back, arms wrapped protectively around me. As I slowly came to, I realized that I was naked, and the person holding me was naked, and quickly realized that it was a man holding me. His arms were big, he was muscular and a good bit bigger than me. Worse, I could feel his morning wood pressing in the crack of my ass. What the fuck was going on? What happened last night?

I moved to get up, needing to piss. As I moved, the man behind me rolled onto his back, still sleeping, and I saw that it was Brian. Had something happened? Did we have sex? I couldn’t remember anything past stumbling into my room the night before. I got up, my head throbbing as I made my way into the small bathroom. I pissed, then turned to walk back into the room, seeing Brian’s eyes open. He was watching me as I walked back in.

“Hey sexy!” he smiled, his deep voice sounding sleepy.

“What the fuck, man?” I asked, a bit more angry sounding than I meant to. “What happened last night?”

Brian busted out laughing, which caught me off guard. “We came back here, and I was helping get you into bed when you just started crying,” Brian said after he laughed. “Nothing happened except that I hugged you to comfort you and you wouldn’t let me go.”

“Nothing happened?” I asked again. “Then how did we get naked?”

“You started stripping when we got back to the room,” he said, still smiling. “You took off everything and then got in bed and started crying. I woke up in the night, sweating, and got up to leave. But you rolled over and said, ‘Don’t go,’ so I stripped down to cool down and I guess we both fell back asleep. I was free-balling, so when I took my pants off, this is what you get.” With that last sentence, he unashamedly gestured to his naked groin and legs, his morning wood still standing proudly up over his trimmed bush.

“Fuck,” I said after he finished. “Sorry I was so freaked out. I guess I was so drunk I don’t remember anything!”

“No worries,” he said, smiling. “But just so you know, there are far worse ways I can think of to wake up than in bed with a hot naked dude!”

I blushed, realizing he just called me hot. Wait, does that mean he’s gay? Brian watched my face as those thoughts swirled in my hungover mind. Then, before I could come up with a response, he took it to another level.

“And whenever you decide you want to experiment with a muscle stud, I’m I’d be honored to be your first. I think you’re fucking sexy, and you can share my bed any day!” Brian’s offer for sex was flattering, but not something I’d ever even considered. I was straight. I didn’t know what to say in response, so I just stared awkwardly at him! I mean, given the events of the past couple of days, I had to admit it felt great to wake up cuddling with someone in my bed. I also had to admit that I was flattered that he wanted me. It felt good to be wanted, especially after the rejection of being left at the altar. But sex with another guy?

Brian got up, grabbing his shorts and shirt and then dressing, getting ready to head to his room. I grabbed my shorts as well and put them on, suddenly realizing that I’d been standing naked in front of a guy who admittedly wanted to have sex with me! After he was dressed, Brian moved toward the door, walking up to me on his way out. Before leaving, he turned toward me and pushed me back against the wall, and his body moved up to press my smaller frame against the wall. He moved his head to my neck, planting a soft kiss on my neck before whispering in my ear, “Just know, once you’ve had me, you’ll forget all about that Mandy bitch!” Then his mouth was on mine, dominating me with a kiss. I felt my lips open and accept his tongue pressing in as he devoured my mouth with his own. Then, just as quickly as it started, he pulled back and smiled down at me. With that, he turned and opened the door, walking out, looking back with a wink as he moved off down the hall. The door latched shut, leaving me alone with a surprising hard-on.

After standing at the door in disbelief for a few seconds, I shook it off. I grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol, then lay back down and fell back asleep. I awoke several hours later, feeling a little better and needing to piss once again. Getting up, I showered and got ready, deciding I’d like to explore the ship some today while we were at sea. I dressed in a pair of trunks and a tank top, ready to hit the pool after walking the ship. Now that I was sobering up, I had decided not to think about the horrible turn my life had taken nor the unexpected offer that Brian had made. I just wanted to be numb and disappear into the crowd. I figured a sunny day at sea should do the trick. As I was preparing to leave, I heard a knock on my door. Opening it, I was once again face-to-face with Brian, who must have had a similar idea, because he too was dressed for the pool.

I blushed as the memory of his kiss rushed through my mind’s eye, my cock chubbing up at the sight of him in tight swim shorts and his own tank top. My eyes scanned his muscular body, surprised at how horny the sight of him was making me! As my eyes reached his face, he smiled a knowing grin at me. He could see my interest. Fuck!

“I thought I’d hit the pool today, and wanted to see if you’d like to join,” he said. “I see you had the same idea!”

“Yeah,” I responded. “Sounds good man.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about spending the day with him, since he had kissed me and we had spooned together. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like I was becoming attracted to him. Could he see my attraction to him? Could I ignore him in order to pay attention to any hot girls on the ship? Did I want to hook up with a girl right now after what Mandy had done to me? All of these thoughts went through my mind as I gathered my stuff to follow Brian to the pool, already having committed to hanging out with him. As it stood, we did have a ton of fun laughing and talking yesterday. Maybe it would be more fun like that.

Once we arrived on the pool deck, we found chairs side-by-side and we set up camp. I wanted to work on my tan, and it seemed that Brian had the same plan. We quickly fell into an easy conversation, laughing and talking like last night. Brian was a fun guy to be around, and I found myself enjoying his company. We shared our life histories, funny stories from college, and our dreams for the future. We alternated laying out and swimming in the pool, often playfully splashing each other and just generally being guys. But in the back of my mind was always the offer that he had made. He wanted to have sex with me. Was I curious? Did I want to experiment? The sudden rearranging of my life by that bitch Mandy and my ex best friend provided an opening for me to reinvent myself. Did I want to try things I’d never thought of trying now that I had the opportunity? I didn’t know for sure, but I did know that Brian’s kiss was far more pleasurable than I could have expected. There was a part of me that wanted to know what else we could do. If so, would it be pleasurable too? And frankly, I was horny. Mandy and I last had sex two weeks before the wedding. She said she wanted to wait to make the honeymoon more special. So we waited, and now I was on my honeymoon without a wife. My balls were getting bluer by the minute.

At about 5 in the afternoon, Brian turned to me and said, “Well, I think I’m done with the sun for today! I’m going to go get a shower, and rest a little before dinner.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” I replied, beginning to gather my stuff as well.

He walked with me back to my room, and he paused as I swiped the card to open my door. I turned back to look at him, and I recognized the look on his face. It was the same look I have at the end of a first date when you’re not sure if the girl wants you to kiss her or not. Brian was looking at me like that. I smiled at him and then stepped into the room. I saw him smirk and turn to go as I closed the door.

I got ready for dinner, which was at 7, my mind running over the day spent with Brian and his interest in me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was going to happen with him, it would either happen tonight, or not at all. I wondered if he would make a move, or if he would wait for me to ask.

I was about to leave to head to the dining room when a now familiar knock shook my door. Smiling, I opened it to see Brian once again standing there, only this time he was dressed in his dinner suit, and he was holding a bouquet of brightly colored flowers.

“I figured since we were going to the same place, I’d come pick you up,” he said, smiling. “Oh, and I got you these. I thought you could use some cheer in your life, and it would be nice to wake up to see these bright colors.” I smiled, not because of the flowers, but because I could see through his ruse. He could give any explanation that he wanted, but I could tell that he got me flowers because he wanted me to view our dinner tonight as a date. Brian had ulterior motives this evening. I guess he was going to make the first move after all. Brian had decided to seduce me. I found that I was not as turned off by that idea as I would have been even 12 hours earlier!

After setting the flowers in my room, I stepped out into the hall, closing my door. I began to notice even little things, like Brian letting me go first and then his hand touching my lower back softly, just for a moment, guiding me forward down the hall. He opened doors for me. He was treating me like I’d treated every girl I’d ever taken out. It was a surreal feeling to both know what he was doing, and be grateful he was being so kind to me.

Dinner was fun, as our table went around sharing what we’d done on the ship that day. We had a great group of people at the table, and I was glad for that. I think they all began to think that Brian and I were a couple. That meant I didn’t have to talk with them about Mandy leaving me at the altar. I relaxed and genuinely enjoyed myself.

After dessert, Brian turned and asked if I’d like to come back to his room with him. “I’ve got some bourbon that I’d like to open and share,” he said by way of explanation. I nodded, suddenly too nervous to speak. I knew what he wanted, and I was agreeing to go with him. Leaving the table with him probably cemented in everyone’s mind the assumption that we were together. Surprised, I again found that I didn’t care.

Brian’s room was one level above mine. He had sprung for a suite, and it was nice.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, motioning to the couch. He turned to the bar and poured us each a bourbon in a glass. I sat down on the couch, unsure of what to do next, waiting on him to take the lead. Brian walked over to the couch, handed me a glass, then sat down, right beside me.

“Cheers!” he said as he raised his glass. “Here’s to possibilities.” I raised my eyebrows as I raised the glass to my lips. The bourbon was nice, and the warmth of the alcohol settled me down. Brian stretched and put his left arm around me on the couch.

“So,” he began, his deep, masculine voice near my ear as I looked straight ahead, “You’re here with me, alone. Have you thought anymore about my offer?”

“Yes,” I answered softly, nodding.

Brian leaned forward to set his glass down on the table, then took my glass from my hand and set it beside his. His arm remained possessively around my shoulders as he did this. Sitting back up, he took his right hand and grabbed my chin, turning my face toward his. Then his lips were once again on mine, and we were making out.

The next few minutes were a blur. We made out, we got out of our clothes, and then we were naked together, making out on the couch. Brian crawled over on top of me. His body weight felt good, pressing me down as he kissed me.

After we were both naked, our hard cocks pressing against one another as he ground down on me, Brian lifted up from the kiss and asked, “You okay with this?”

Breathless, I whispered out, “Yes!” Brian smiled down at me, then moved his face back to mine and suddenly we were kissing again. We made out some more, then Brian pulled back and sat up.

“Since you’re new to this,” he began as he pulled me up to sit beside him, my heart rate still elevated from our passionate make out session, “I need you to know that I’m a total top.”

“A top?” I asked, feeling like I knew what he was saying, but still new to the world of gay sex lingo.

“Yes, a top,” he repeated. “I fuck guys who are bottoms. In gay sex, tops put their cocks in the bottom’s ass, and that’s how they have sex.” I suddenly realized what he was telling me.

“So you’re saying you want me to be the bottom?” I asked. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“If we have anal sex, then yes,” he replied. “But there’s lots of stuff that we can do without penetration. I just wanted you to know what role I play before we move forward.”

This was a strange new world for me. Mandy was never comfortable talking about sex, and here Brian and I were, pausing our passion in order to have a candid conversation about expectations.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to get fucked,” I answered truthfully. “But I am having fun so far!” I smiled bashfully, my face turning red at my admission.

Brian grinned back at me. “I’m glad,” he said. “We’ll take it slow, and only do what you feel comfortable with.” Saying that, he stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me up, bringing me with him as he walked to the bed. Then we were together on the bed, rolling around, making out, exploring each other ‘s bodies. I’d never touched another guy this way before. His muscles were hard, and he was much more firm than any woman’s body I’d felt. I found that I liked the difference. Knowing that he was a top added to the intensity for me, as I could see him controlling our union and manipulating my body. At one point, he was on top of me and had separated my legs, so that he was kneeling between them. I felt the pleasure of having my legs spread by a bigger man, and I began to understand what bottoms might get out of the dynamic of submitting to their top. I still wasn’t ready for it, though.

Brian then began kissing down my body, tweaking my nipples with his teeth, smiling as I shuddered at the sensation. When he arrived at my cock, he sucked me into his mouth, and I almost came from the intense pleasure. He was able to deep-throat my 7 inches, and I’d never felt a blow job like that before! I had a buddy one time tell me that guys suck cock better than girls ever could, and if Brian’s ability was any indication, my buddy had been right. It was like he knew exactly what would feel good, and could also tell when I was about to blow. He would back off then, keeping me near the edge but not letting me reach my climax.

Finally, after about 10 minutes, he crawled back up to my face, kissing me again before asking, “How was that?”

“Fantastic!” I gasped. “That is hands down the best head I’ve ever received!”

“Thanks,” he said smiling down at me. “Ready to try your first cock?”

I wasn’t sure if I was, but I felt like I couldn’t say no after how great he’d made me feel. I nodded. Brian rolled over onto his back, bringing me with him.

“Just repeat what I did for you,” he said, ever the patient teacher, with me as his naked student. I too kissed down his torso, his muscular hairy chest feeling strange under my lips. I tweaked his nipples beneath his meaty pecs, feeling him suck in his breath and puff out his chest from the pleasurable stimulation. Then I was at his cock. I looked up into his eyes as he stared down his chest at me.

“Just lick the head,” he said. “Get your first taste.” I did, my tongue touching his cock head. I could taste his sweet pre-cum as a dollop of it oozed from his slit onto my tongue. “You’ll always remember this, the first time a man’s cock touched your lips,” he said, watching me.

“Now put your lips over the head and start sucking,” he continued with his instructions. I followed his advice, pulling about half of his 8 inches in my mouth before he hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard.

“Whoa!” he said as his hands moved my head back. “We’ll get to deep-throating later! For now, just get used to it being in your mouth, and enjoy that!” I followed his advice, sucking on the first few inches. His moans told me that even though I wasn’t experienced, I was making him feel good. He let me suck for a couple of minutes before placed both hands on either side of my head and pulled me off his cock, then moved my lips to his balls.

‘Yeah, lick those balls,” he commanded as he ground my face against his sack. The smell was slightly sweaty and slightly soapy, and all Brian. I found that I liked it very much, and began licking and kissing his scrotum in earnest. Brian threw his had back and groaned, the pleasure evident in the sounds he was making. He let me slobber over his cock and balls for a couple more minutes, and then he moved to sit up. He pulled me up by lifting me under my arms until we were face to face and I was kneeling before him. He then pulled me into another passionate kiss, no doubt tasting his balls on my mouth. Then he manhandled me down onto the bed on my back, climbing over me so that my cock was again in his mouth as his cock settled above my mouth in a 69. I opened and took him in, and he pressed his cock in, then pulled back up, fucking my mouth like a pussy. It was clear he was showing me his nature as a top, taking my mouth for his pleasure.

The pleasure he was giving me by sucking my own cock distracted me from the blowjob I was giving him, and he pressed down further and I felt his cock slip into my throat! I was able to stop myself from choking, and he pulled back up quickly. Then he pressed back down and into my throat again, going a little deeper before immediately pulling back up. He kept up that motion until his balls rested on my nose. He had his entire cock in my mouth! I found I could breathe through my nose as I sucked on the base of his cock, my throat contracting around his shaft. He held it there as he sucked my cock while simultaneously pulling my legs up in the air. I felt his finger running over my hole as his hips lifted and he began thrusting into and out of my throat in a slow fucking motion. He was controlling the speed of the head I was giving him, while introducing me to the pleasure around my asshole as he played with it while sucking me.

Brian’s thrusts into my throat intensified as he paused sucking me, until with a groan he thrust all the way in and held himself in me. I could feel his cock pulsing on my tongue as he shot his load straight down my throat and into my stomach. Once he finished shooting, he pulled back, a last string of his cum dripped on my tongue as he dragged his cock head across my lips, allowing me to taste him. Then he dropped his mouth back onto my cock, sucking in earnest as his wet finger found and once again rubbed my hole. I was hurtling toward my own orgasm when his finger pressed into my ass, and I came, shooting my 2 week load in his mouth! He swallowed me down, taking my cock balls deep as he drained me.

When I finished cumming, he pulled back and rolled over on his back to lay beside me.

“Fuck, you taste good!” he said as we both enjoyed the post-coital bliss. I just moaned, too drained to speak or move.

But then I was the first to move. As the endorphins began to wane, I began to freak out! I rolled over to the side to get up, suddenly wanting to get out of his room. Brian, anticipating my straight-boy regret, jumped up as well, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into a tight hug. I started crying, the gravity of what we’d just done and the emotions of the past week overwhelming me. I pressed my fists against his chest, trying to push him away. He just held me tighter.

“Shhhh,” he said soothingly. He pulled me back to the bed, and he laid down, pulling me to cuddle on his chest. As much as I was freaking out, it also felt so nice for him to provide care and comfort to me. I hugged him back, drifting off to sleep as my tears dropped onto his muscular chest.

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