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  • A Backfiring Bet

    It was a cold winter night. A few friends had gathered at my place to watch a ball game. We had drunk a couple of beers each and we were looking for something to do. The game was due to start in an hour or so. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

    ‘Let’s play truth or dare,’ I said triumphantly.

    ‘Good idea!’ Chris said and the other two guys, Pete and Paul, agreed.

    Chris was a tall, athletic guy and a great gambler as well. After a few rounds it was his turn to play.

    ‘Truth or dare?’ Paul asked.

    ‘I dare!’ Chris said really sure of himself.

    ‘Well, I dare you to take off your clothes and stand in front of the window showing off your butt to the neighbors,’ Paul said.

    ‘Brilliant idea!’ Pete exclaimed.

    ‘I bet you won’t dare to!’ I said smiling.

    ‘Want a bet?’ Chris asked really excited.

    ‘You’re on!’ I answered. ‘I bet my ass you’re not gonna make it!’ I said decisively.

    ‘It’s a deal!’ Chris said and he seemed to be really determined.

    Right away, he took off his shirt and his pants.

    ‘Go all the way!’ Pete shouted.

    ‘I sure am!’ Chris answered.

    Instantly, he pulled down his briefs revealing a long, thick cock with two large balls. He moved to the window, drew the curtain and stuck his butt on the windowpane where everyone could see it. He was really turned on by his voyeurism; his dick grew a few inches more. It was now a real monster made of flesh threatening every asshole in the room. While the neighbors were enjoying the view from our window, I realized that it wasn’t such a good idea to put my ass on the line.

    Five minutes later, Chris withdrew from the window. He had won the bet and I had to pay him.

    ‘It’s time to pay your debts, Frank,’ Pete said.

    I couldn’t refuse, I had to keep my word; however, I had a plan that could save me from an ugly situation.

    ‘Well, a bet’s a bet, guys,’ I said. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom, Chris,’ I urged him.

    Chris followed me to the bedroom without even getting dressed.

    ‘Look, Chris, this whole thing was just a joke. But I think I’ve found a way to keep my end of the bargain. I’ll give you a blowjob and we’ll call it even. It will be our little secret!’ I said.

    ‘All right!’ he said.

    I thought that he wasn’t interested in my ass after all but I was mistaken. Chris had a plan of his own. I took off my shirt and my pants and kneeled down.

    ‘Go on, suck my cock, Frank!’ Chris said lustfully.

    I grabbed his rod and jerked it off licking his balls. Then I sucked each one of them. My mouth was full and he was rubbing his tool all over my face.

    ‘Take it in your mouth, Frank!’ Chris urged me.

    I obeyed taking his cock-head in my mouth and sucking as hard as I could. But Chris wanted more than that. He grabbed my head and forced it on his shaft, making me swallow the whole thing. I almost choked as his dick hit the back of my throat. He started fucking my mouth really hard. My lips touched his pubic hair and his large balls slapped against my chin. His rod came in and out several times. Chris would pull out rubbing his thick tool on my lips and I would place it on my tongue licking his peehole. Then, he would slap my tongue with his cock driving it back inside my mouth deeper than before. I sucked his red cock-head looking at him and making loud slurping sounds.

    ‘You like it, don’t you, you little cocksusker!’ he said smiling.

    ‘Mmm…I love your big, hard shaft, Chris!’ I muttered.

    ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full!’ Chris said laughing and shoving his phallus in the utter depths of my mouth.

    Suddenly, he pulled out. It seemed to me a bit strange that he didn’t cum but I didn’t care. I thought that it was all over and I tried to get up but Chris pushed me back on the floor.

    ‘Where do you think you’re going, cumslut?’ he asked infuriated.

    ‘I thought we had a deal!’ I yelled angrily.

    ‘You should have thought of that before putting your ass on the line!’ he said decisively. ‘Now, turn around and lie on all fours!’ he ordered me.

    I knew what was going to happen but I couldn’t resist. Chris was no match for me physically speaking. He could rape me whenever he wanted and now seemed to be the perfect time for him.

    I obeyed to his orders. I turned around and standing on my hands and knees I begged him not to rape my ass.

    ‘Please, Chris! It was just a stupid bet. I didn’t mean what I said. Don’t fuck me, please!’ I said urging him to stop.

    But Chris shoved my head to the floor, making my butt rise at the height of his fully erected cock. Then, with one violent move he ripped off my briefs. As his cock-head touched my asshole I made my final plea.

    ‘I’m begging you, Chris! Don’t do it. I’m a virgin!’ I said whining but that was a big turn on for Chris. He was determined to take me and knowing that I was a virgin he became eager as hell to fuck my ass.

    ‘Well, I’ll make this a night to remember, bitch! You can kiss your virgin hole goodbye!’ he said laughing and groping my defenseless ass.

    ‘No, don’t…’ I screamed but before I finished my phrase Chris pushed his cock-head in my asshole.

    ‘How does it feel, you little whore?’ Chris yelled really excited.

    ‘It hurts, Chris!’ I said. The pain was tremendous as his unlubed cock-head penetrated my virgin hole.

    ‘Shut up and take it like a real man!’ Chris moaned and with one mighty thrust he shoved the full length of his dick in my tight ass.

    ‘Yeah, it’s as tight as I thought!’ he uttered triumphantly and he started fucking me really hard. He pounded my hole again and again, tearing me apart.

    ‘You’re hurting me, Chris! Stop! I’ll do anything!’ I screamed.

    But there was nothing else that he wanted me to do. All he needed was my tight butt and my screams were just another aphrodisiac for him. Chris was so horny that each thrust was now accompanied by a hard spank on my ass. His thick shaft was stretching my hole to the limit. My cheeks had turned red from the spanking but he was unstoppable. He was sodomizing me and he was enjoying every single minute of it.

    He had developed a powerful rhythm. Each thrust was harder than the previous one. As time went by his anal attacks became faster. What is more, his tool would go deeper each time. Just as I thought that I could take it, he would give me a more vigorous thrust ruining my once-tight asshole.

    ‘Shake your ass, bitch!’ Chris ordered me, squeezing my cheeks and pounding my butt mercilessly.

    I obeyed pushing backwards and feeling his balls punching against my ass. I couldn’t believe that another man had pierced my virgin asshole with his monstrous rod. The least I could do now was to beg him not to cum inside me. I hoped that he would save me from this last humiliation but I was mistaken once more.

    ‘Please don’t cum inside me, Chris!’ I begged him.

    ‘I’m going to fill your hole with cum, bitch! You can count on it, cumbucket!’

    Chris grabbed my waist with both hands and started fucking me more intensely than before. His hard cock ravaged my butt again and again…

    ‘I’m gonna cum, bitch!’ Chris screamed pounding my ass as his cock exploded spurting several blasts of white cream inside my tight hole. I collapsed on the floor. Chris kept fucking me with his still-hard rod. A few moments later, he pulled out and kneeled in front of me; my nightmare was not over yet. He lifted my head up and rubbed his cock-head on my face smearing it with cum. Then, he forced me to open my mouth for a brief oral service. I sucked the last drops of cum from his cock.

    ‘Suck me off, cumslut!’ he said grinning. Finally, he slapped me a couple of times with his long shaft and said:

    ‘Next time you want to bet your ass on something, call me! I’m always looking for a tight asshole to fuck!’

  • Round the Corner

    Jack stared at the tepid liquid, knowing that once more things had changed. Maybe Dustin was right, maybe he should just forget about his expectations, just enjoy the moment and fuck like there was no tomorrow. Maybe then he’d not be sitting here in a bar, alone, drowning his sorrows, wasting his hard earned money.

    He was a good catch, least he thought so. Yet it seemed that no one else he was attracted to agreed. That rather hurt, yet in all honesty, he knew they were wrong. It wasn’t being arrogant either, it was just that he had standards. Maybe those he associated with had other standards, but how could you just go from one guy to another?

    He liked the idea of just being comfortable enough to not have to act horny. When he was, he hoped his partner would be too, but so what if he wasn’t? Not like sex was all that two people could share. Least he didn’t think so, and it wasn’t like he was some old fart either. Maybe his prime was indeed past, but he could still party and workout with the best of them.

    So what if he was 30, he still had the body he had when eighteen. His hair might be a bit shorter, but he didn’t spend his days at the beach, he worked for a living. It wasn’t like he was some desk jockey either. He was out on the site, moving stuff, lifting things, and lots of other physical labour that kept him in shape. He could swing a hammer as well as anyone, could saw a board by hand faster than some could get one lined up with the power saw.

    So how come he was here once again?

    His nose might be a bit crooked, from being broken a few times in some stupid fight, his eyes had a dark look to them, and when he stared at someone, they knew it. He didn’t have any blemishes, or even left over marks from when he was a kid, and his mouth was as inviting as it had ever been. His lips weren’t full, or thin, but he knew how to kiss, at least so he had been told.

    Okay so Dustin had bitched about his sex drive, but then Dustin was just 20, and he hadn’t worked a day in his life. Okay, that was a bit harsh, the guy had worked, but never at anything steady. Yet he expected Jack to hire him full time on his crew, but not do the work the others did? It didn’t work that way, even if he had a 9 inch dick, even if he could swallow Jack’s 8 inch pole without gagging. It didn’t make him qualified to work the crew full time.

    Besides, business was just that. He had an obligation to give his boss a full day’s work, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t get a full day’s work from his crew. Yet Dustin hadn’t seen it that way, had bitched and moaned so much that Jack really hated to go home to him.

    Maybe that was his fault too. Like why did he even let him stay at his place? Shrugging his shoulders, as he swirled the last drops in his glass, he realized that it just sort of happened. He had picked him up at the other gay bar in town, or had he? It was more like Dustin had picked him up, and well one thing had led to another, and before he realized it, they were living together.

    Actually, it was more like Dustin was living off him, and yeah the sex was good. Man to feel that dick of his spread is hole apart, as it pushed inwards, was something. He could still get aroused thinking of that, of how Dustin was always horny too. The way he would be constantly adjusting his crotch, no matter where they were.

    Christ, the way the guy seemed to be so hard, and always wanting to do it. He didn’t give a damn if it was in the public bathroom of the local movie house, or at the gas station. When Dustin wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck. And Dustin always wanted to fuck.

    Hell he liked being fucked almost as much, but not every single hour of every day. He liked to have some fun first, not to just drop his pants, bend over and spread his cheeks, so Dustin could drive his dick in. He liked to be appreciated, and was that so wrong?

    Naturally Dustin thought so, but then too, so had Bill, Tommy, Cal, just to name a few. God, he felt like a tramp, as he thought about his latest flings. Here it was, almost summer and he had what, four different relationships that all went south? Maybe he should stop looking for the younger type, and find someone closer to his own age, but damn, he liked the build, the look that the new generation exhibited. He was a sucker for long hair, for hard bodies.

    Sticks and Bones were not his thing. He didn’t want to feel every rib bone when he ran his hand over their chest, nor did he really want to feel their butt bone as he buried his face between their cheeks. Course he wanted a nice sized dick to go with those hard bodies, and he wanted to feel a bit of strength behind it, specially when they would bend him over.

    Dustin had met all those, if not exceeded them. The guy wasn’t a wimp, and he knew how to work his hips. Geez did he know how. Course it helped that he had a monster dick, and being a bit of a size queen, Jack had appreciated the thickness as well as the length of Dustin’s dick.

    The simple truth for him, was he liked the sex, but he wanted more than a few hard thrusts, and then the sudden pull out, the loud cries, and then the hot jizz splattering over his backside.

    He wanted to feel like he was needed, other than for giving shelter and food. He really wanted to be appreciated for being himself. Not for what doors he could open, what endless outings he could afford to go to. Dustin was one of those who hated just sitting on the chesterfield, watching a good movie. Well, unless it was a porn flick.

    Trouble with that, was he never did get to see the whole video. Plus, see one and you seen them all, least in his mind. Dustin didn’t agree, and it had become a source of discourse between them. The guy liked it, and one of his remarks was that he needed something to get him in the mood, if he was to perform. Like what, he wasn’t capable of providing that kind of arousal?

    What was worse was that Dustin never seemed to support him. There was like zero affection, no emotional connection which Jack desired. The kissing was tepid at best, just like his drink was. It was usually a quick peck on the lips, a quick grope, then a hefty push to get him to roll over or lift his legs up in the air.

    No time was ever spent on pleasing him, just the rush to touch him, to feel his cock wake up, before Dustin had him holding his legs up over his head. Now he didn’t mind that, didn’t mind how he would tear the corner of the condom package off, then spit it out. It was rather exciting, at first.

    To watch him, as he unrolled it over his hard cock was also a turn on, at first. To watch through his own upraised legs, to feel his excitement building as the plastic was carefully slid down the hard thick pole, knowing it would soon be digging deep into him, was certainly arousing.

    Still he wanted more than that. When he tried to tell Dustin that, all he ever got was a nod, a grunt of yeah, next time, but next time never seemed to come for him. It was the same, the unrolling, the application of lubricant over the covered cock, then if he was lucky, a quick thrust or two of Dustin’s fingers into his hole.

    No warm up, just a finger poking at his hole, finding it, then pushing in, until he grunted. Maybe if he wasn’t in a hurry, he’d work it a bit, even add a second finger and twist them a bit. It always felt good, just that Dustin never did it for very long. Just enough to loosen the muscle inside, to spread him a bit.

    Then he would lean forward, guide his dick between his butt cheeks, until it would wedge up against his more or less ready hole. There was no pleasantries, no teasing, no real preparation either. The dick would be wedged up against his hole, then Dustin would move his own body up, adjust his position, and he would lean further over Jack.

    The eyes would look down at him, flutter for a second, before the tongue would flick out, lick at his lips, and then he would feel it. Jack would shudder a bit, as the thick cock head would start to move, to force his tiny hole to widen. He’d bit his lip which seemed to give Dustin some pleasure. A small little smile would curl around his mouth, and then his eyes would close, the head would toss back, his long hair flying.

    It was then he’d cry out, as Dustin would press hard. The thick dick would push his hole apart, as it was driven in deeper. Dustin didn’t let him get used to it either, as once the head was past his sphincter, he would just keep on pushing, until his crotch was pressing up against Jack’s buttocks.

    It was like having a piston shoved up your ass. In and out he would go, rarely changing speeds, rarely moving it around. Just a straight in and out motion that was never slow, never rapid, just steady and painful. Dustin liked to just push and pull, to now and then slap his cheeks, as his motion would rise for a bit, then back to its normal in and out.

    Jack never felt anything but being full. It was like being on a long car trip. Just endless highway ahead, with the odd curve, the occasional hill or dip. Nothing but open road, and yet the sounds Dustin made, seemed to make it like for him, at least, it wasn’t plain vanilla sex. For Dustin it seemed like he was having the time of his life, and while his cock was thick, long, it never took him long either.

    He would ride Jack, several thrusts and after about two minutes, maybe three, his thrusts would become suddenly quick and short. His breath would begin to sound ragged, and if he looked up, he’d see Dustin with his mouth open, his eyes shut tight, and his hair matted from sweat. His Adam’s apple would be bopping up and down, and he could feel the cock inside thicken, feel it slide a bit faster, then he would hear that animal like growl, and suddenly he would feel totally empty.

    Dustin would still have his head tilted back, but he’d have a hand ripping the condom off his pole, and then he’d lean forward, his hand gripping his cock. His breath would be wafting over him, and he could hear his cries, see his arm moving in a blur, as it stroked the hard dick, until once more he would tilt his head back, his cries loud, as his whole body stiffened.

    In that instant, he too would feel a strange excitement, and glancing down, he would see the blur of Dustin’s hand over his pole, then it would stop, the head of the cock just visible over his clenched fist. The stream would come then, the hot cum would splatter over his belly, or if Dustin’s aim was off, it would splatter over his inner thigh.

    He’d feel his body quiver a bit, his own cock would jerk a little, as the cum would hit his skin. As he would watch, he’d see the hand squeeze the cock, as the second stream would pour out. Normally it wasn’t as hard, nor did it splatter as far. Dustin would jerk his cock, shake it actually, and a bit more of his cum would dribble out from the opening in the head.

    Then it would be over, and Dustin would be leaning back, on his arms now. His face would look strangely calm, no wrinkles, no frown lines. The eyes would flutter a bit, and he always wiped the back of his mouth with his arm, and then his forehead.

    His chest would heave, and he would watch the way the nipples would shake, move, as he struggled to breath normally. There weren’t much in the way of chest hairs, but there were plenty of muscles, that would be rolling, as Dustin slowly would calm himself down. Normally he’d reach out, to run his hand over the flat stomach, feeling the muscles rolling underneath his sweat soaked skin.

    And that would be it.

    Dustin would head to the shower, and while he did, Jack would jerk himself off. It was not what he had in mind, yet he never pressed the issue. Nor did he venture into the bathroom, to join Dustin in the shower. The guy had made his desire to shower alone clear, from the beginning. And if he thought about it, he couldn’t recall a single time that Dustin had ever taken Jack’s cock, either in his mouth, or up his ass. It was always the same, just a quick kiss, grope, then his dick was inside his ass. Never more, so why was he feeling so upset about Dustin moving out, leaving him?

    ‘Buy ya a drink big boy?’

    Jack almost choked, as he turned around to see who had tapped his shoulder, and made the age old pick up line? Mind you it had worked for him, but as he turned around, he was surprised to see an old friend.

    ‘Takes more than a drink fella, I ain’t a cheap pick up’

    ‘No, you never were cheap Jack, so, want another?’

    ‘Yeah, why not.’

    His friend signalled the bartender for another, and sat down next to Jack. He had to admit, he wasn’t looking all that bad, and he still had that wicked little grin on his mouth, and those evil little sparkles in the eyes. Jack had to admit, he always had fun when he and Terry went out. Though he hadn’t seen him for awhile, it was good to see him again.

    ‘So, another one bit the dust did they?’

    ‘Yeah, how the fuck did you know?’

    ‘Simple, you always go out cruising at the other place, when you want to lose yourself in the booze, you come here. And as I saw your latest at the other bar, I knew you would be here.’

    ‘Shit, you sound like Sherlock Holmes, hell, am I that predictable?’

    ‘At times Jack, at times.’

    ‘So why you come looking for me?’

    Terry sipped at his drink, looking over at him from the top of the glass. The eyes were smirking at him, and the mouth looked as mischievous as ever, as he just looked, taking his time.

    ‘Figured it was time we went out, had one of our little dinner parties, and well, besides I have a message for you.’

    ‘Yeah? I miss those little dinner parties, and stuff the message, if it is from who I think.’

    ‘Oh get real, that little drip doesn’t know what a message is, now an IM he might know.’

    ‘Shit, you are nasty.’

    ‘Me? Come on, I have heard you say a lot worse about some of those old tricks of yours, and there have been a few. Like what you said about poor Tommy Boy, then there was good old Myrna, now that one still gives me a chuckle.’

    ‘Fuck, Myrna, I haven’t thought about him for ages.’

    ‘Duh, I mean after all, you are a size Queen hun, and Myrna, well he sure as hell doesn’t fit your special needs.’

    ‘Only thing that boy could easily satisfy was if your ass was no bigger than a thimble, man what a small dick he had.’

    ‘Shit don’t start, so how about it, want to go grab some food, gossip, tear the other patrons apart?’

    ‘Fuck why not? I am in the mood to be catty, got anyplace in mind?’

    ‘Well the pizza joint down the street seems as good a place as any, lots of couples in there, I bet we can find a few to talk about’

    ‘Just a few? Fuck you getting old Terry?’

    ‘No, just you been out of circulation, you need time to get back into the swing of real life, besides, I told you, I had a message for you.’

    ‘Yeah, so you said, another 20 year old tart you found down at the beach, looking for an easy mark, or maybe one of those grocery stock boys you keep hiring down at the market?’

    ‘No way, those are private stock bucky, besides, I don’t have any that could satisfy your urge for size.’

    ‘Bitch’

    ‘Yep’

    ‘Who is the message from?’

    ‘Carson.’

    Jack became very stiff, his whole body got rigid, as he heard the name, and at how Terry looked at him. He felt flushed, even a bit angry at Terry for even mentioning the guy’s name to him, let alone be willing to pass a message on from him.

    Carson had been one of his more long lasting flings, a few years back. The guy was one of the few guys he had dated, that was closer to his age. Maybe a few years younger, which would make Carson in his late twenties now. The guy had a build too, a very well defined muscular look, and the guy was hung like a horse.

    Worse, he knew how to use that monster dick. If anything, Carson was an ideal partner for him. He liked to enjoy playing around first, he loved to fondle, to kiss, and he wasn’t selfish. As much as he liked to fuck, he liked to suck cock as much as Jack liked taking big cocks up his ass. Damn he hadn’t thought of Carson ever since he just up and left.

    Slowly he let himself relax, the memory still painful. He really had like Carson, and everything seemed to be great between them, and then one day, he was just gone. A note on the refrigerator, saying goodbye, and that was it. Now he had found Terry, and sent him a message. Fuck, over two years, and now he sends a message?

    ‘You seen him?’

    ‘Yep’

    ‘And?’

    ‘And what? He still looks the same, bit older, but the same Jack.’

    It was like a knife to his heart. God how he had fallen for the guy, and to have him just leave had hurt worse than anything else. Hell, Dustin leaving or Tommy or any of those that followed were nothing, compared to Carson. He was, at the time, the one Jack thought he could enjoy spending eternity with. It was romantic crap that guys like Dustin wouldn’t understand, but Carson would have. Hell he did understand it, crave it as much as Jack did.

    The way he would come home, to find Carson waiting for him. How his face would light up, plus how he would always greet him, hug him and squeeze his buttocks. It was always a treat, even when he had a rough day, Carson would still greet him that same way.

    It was like they had been made just for each other. While Jack was no top, he sure as hell was a good bottom, for the right person. Carson on the other hand, he didn’t like being a bottom, though he had been mostly one in his other relationships. Still, he was an ideal top, who knew how to use that dick. Though it was more than just that, as he knew how to get Jack wanting it, wanting him.

    Not like they screwed every night either, which was something Jack appreciated. After all, while Carson did his best to ease that dick into him, it still would hurt for a few days afterwards. Like the guy was really, really hung. Not just in length, but in thickness too.

    He wasn’t a tall guy, nor did he have long hair, and he had lots of freckles around the nose area, but he was attractive. His face always seemed to have a smile, his eyes always seemed to be laughing at some secret joke. His lips were thin, but damn the guy could kiss. The tongue was an equal to his dick, long and thick.

    Shit, he loved the way Carson would kiss him, drive that tongue deep into his throat, flick at the sides, then suddenly be licking him around the ear lobe, or inside. How he would hold him, tight and then loose, as his hands would love to roam over Jack’s body. Well, he made it seem like he loved to.

    He knew Terry was waiting, but he couldn’t help but think about Carson. How it had felt, each and every night they had been together. Not just the fucking, which in itself was like a lifetime of great memories, but at the other stuff. How he would nestle into his arms, while they would sit and watch some tear jerker movie, or anything really. He just liked to touch, to be close.

    Without fail, he would get an erection too, just from having Carson in his arms, or his head on his shoulder. Carson always knew too, and rarely did a night go buy without some good old fashioned cock sucking. How it was always just an innocent touch, a little love pat, that would lead to an hour or two of pure sex, always amazed him.

    He never went to work without a glow inside. Carson had that effect on him, on making the time they spent together always memorable. Unlike Dustin, it was never just about his needs. Carson made damn sure to please him, to give him exactly what he needed.

    How he could just get him rock hard, by a whisper in his ear, a soft peck on the cheek, a little caress of his hand. It never failed to get his body shaking, to get the blood flowing inside. And Carson didn’t need to pound his ass to get himself off either, and there was nothing he enjoyed more, than pleasing Carson too.

    To touch him, to feel his heart beat next to his, always got him excited. The way his body would seem to react to the slightest touch, the merest provocation. Hell there were lots of times when he would shoot his load, while still fully dressed. Carson as well, though not as many times as he had done it. It never stopped them either. He might get off from the hard groping, or the soft gentle caresses, but he never got soft after one of those little accidents.

    In fact, it always made him hornier. He loved how at times, Carson would simply undress him, and clean him up. Man, that was some memories too, as he felt his groin stirring. Remembering the way Carson would undo his pants, how his hands would feel so gentle as they pushed the pants apart, and down a bit. How he would be smiling and then kiss him full on the lips, his tongue licking the lips, but not forcing them apart.

    The hand would be rubbing him, his cock still hard. Then he would feel it reach down into his shorts, and ran lightly over his hard dick. He’d feel the mouth move off his, and he’d always open his eyes, to watch Carson take the fingers out of his pants, then lick them. Each single finger would be sucked deeply, then the head would tilt to one side, and move back towards his. The kiss would always be hard, and long. He would nearly pass out from lack of air, and then as he would gasp when they would split apart, Carson would suddenly be down, on top of him.

    He would feel the lips tighten around his cock, even as his lungs drew in its first gasps of air, He would suck in his chest, as he felt the tongue lick at his cock, all the way down the underside of his hard pole. It never failed, to reach down, to flick at his balls, at the very root of his cock.

    His eyes would be shut tights, his hands would be on top of Carson’s head holding it down over his throbbing cock. God how good it always felt, to feel his hair brushing against his sucked in stomach. The way his head would press into him, while his mouth would move up and down his cock, his hands groping his groin.

    Then he’d just lift his head up, and take the cock out, and begin to lick at his pubic hairs. That massive tongue would be licking at him, making him moan and groan like he had never cum for years. His whole body would always shake, tremble really as he would feel the passion mounting again.

    He could remember it like it was this morning, and he shook his head, as he put his glass down on the bar. Turning sideways, he stared at his old friend. Jack had known him since High School, and yet all he could think about right now, was Carson.

    ‘You gonna cream your pants here, or you want to go find an empty stall in the john?’

    ‘You are such a bitch Terry.’

    ‘Naturally, who else but a bitch could put up with a constantly moping drama queen like you?’

    Jack stood up, and pocketed the small change he had still on the bar. Looking at his old friend, he just smiled, feeling a bit unsteady, but not from what he had just drunk. He wiped his eyes, and stared at Terry. Part of him was dying to know what the message was, another part wanted him to ignore it, to not even listen. Still, it was like losing Dustin was no longer a worry, or a reason to feel dejected.

    ‘The food any good at this Pizza joint?’

    ‘Like, does it matter? They got some cute hunks waiting tables.’

    ‘Oh geez, here we go.’

    Terry just grinned as they headed out of the bar, to go over to the Pizza Place. The night no longer seemed so empty, as they rounded the corner, to cross the street. As they did, he lifted his face up to stare across, seeing the figure leaning against the wall, just near the door. His heart skipped a beat or two, as he recognized the figure, even after all this time.


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  • Triple Magnum Nabilum

    I had to turn my eyes away from the penetrating stare of Finn Bergstrum, so I took my first good look at his assistant, Nabil. ‘Satyr’ was the first thought that entered my mind, and I almost was able to imagine two little horns above his ears there. Sharp, swarthy features with that almost sneer of a smile that was close to the edge of presumption and cruelty without losing an ability to claim interest and encouragement if challenged. Jet black hair and eyes, and that pointed goatee that accentuated the struggle between sensitivity and raw animalism. The struggle accentuated by the hand that reached out for his wine glass: Long, sensuous artist’s finger, but curly black hair on the back of the hand down to his knuckles. He was giving me a proprietary look – which, of course, was his privilege. I’d been bought and paid for to be here.

    I looked back at Bergstrum, embarrassed at the feeling that I was distinctly out of my depth and perhaps even out of my league, and further embarrassed that anything like this could ever embarrass me after what I’d seen in this business. When Leon had set this up and handed me the air tickets, he only said that this was a very special corporate arrangement, that I’d been very lucky to be selected, and that I should be very accommodating. From the amount on the accompanying check, I decided that, indeed, I could be very accommodating. I’d flown to Zurich, checked in by prior arrangement at the Hotel Softel, and had barely slept for five hours before I was called down to the hotel’s intimate and heavily masculine ‘gentlemen’s’ bar.

    I had known the name Finn Bergstrum even before being handed the assignment. Who hadn’t heard of it? Entrepreneur on the grand scale. Instant relief to corporations in the need of being saved and even more immediate panic in the halls of corporations rumored to have been added to his takeover lists. Reclusive, eccentric, somewhere just short of God, the tabloids said. And whispers about his sexual tastes and capabilities as well – at least in the pools in which I swam. Well, I’d just met him, and already I was trembling. This didn’t normally happen to me.

    He was ugly as sin, a regular gargoyle. But when I looked back at him, here in the Softel Hotel’s dimly lit gentlemen’s bar, I was overwhelmed by his presence and the raw power he exuded. He could have tipped me over this table right here, stripped me, and plowed me in front of all of the sedate bankers and brokers sitting around us sipping their martinis and smoking their Cuban cigars and I would have moaned and moved my hips for him.

    Craggy features, chiseled in a Mount Everest rawness and a powerful body, barely contained by a tailored silk tuxedo – heavy but obviously built for stamina and speed, the muscled presence of a bison. He filled the room; he owned the room. Strong hands the size of hubcaps and thick, gnarly fingers that set my butt atwitching.

    There was no doubt why I was here, what I was supposed to do for him. This is what I did. I’d been told the bare facts of the deal. He’d agreed not to take over a major U.S. corporation for certain remunerations and accommodations. I – or someone like me – was just one of the accommodations. Just for one night. All the way from New York to Zurich just for one night. What I’d found in my paycheck was more than enough to cover anything that would happen in that one night. I’d done this before – if, certainly, not on this scale.

    ‘So, is all understood, Mr. Smith?’ Bergstrum asked me, as he took a long, thin cigar out of his mouth and tapped its ash head carefully in a silver-lined wooden tray. As he did so, I noticed three silver boxes, of varying lengths and widths laying on the surface of the cocktail table between us.

    His milky blue eyes, peeking out from under bushy silver-gray eyebrows, pierced me, and I looked away quickly, down to his hand, resting atop the stack of boxes. Those thick fingers. My butt twitched again. Projecting ahead. Trying to remember whether I’d heard anything specific from the rumors about his proclivities.

    ‘Yes, certainly,’ I answered. ‘I am ticketed for an early morning flight. I assume – ‘

    ‘Of course I know your flight schedule, Mr. Smith,’ Bergstrum said, overriding my sentence.

    ‘Then – ,’ I started to say, indicating that I was quite prepared to vacate the bar and get on with the evening.

    ‘Oh, do finish your drink, Mr. Smith,’ Bergstrum said. ‘I don’t think that Nabil here has finished admiring you yet. And what do you think of my assistant, Nabil, Mr. Smith? Do you find him . . . suitable?’

    ‘Ummm. Yes, of course,’ I stammered. What in the hell did that mean, I wondered.

    ‘Nabil, here, is my right-hand man, Mr. Smith. My hands and eyes and my ears and my . . . well, let’s just say all of my appendages.’

    Well, Hokay, I thought. But I wasn’t being paid to be confused or smart. So I turned my face toward Nabil and gave him a friendly smile. He gave me back a smartassed look fully conveying that this night would be a double. Well, that was OK, too. That was no surprise. I couldn’t shake the satyr image that pinged at my brain every time I looked at him. He wasn’t tall or thin, but he was strongly built. I gauged him to be Turkish probably. Some Mediterranean blend certainly. Somewhat of a surprise set off against the hulking Norwegian. And much younger than Bergstrum. The image of the two of them fucking flashed through my mind. This was immediately followed by the vision of the two of them fucking me, and my hand trembled a little. Nabil would be nothing new, other than that satyrish puckishness about him. But Bergstrum. I just didn’t know. I didn’t usually lose control on the job, and he was such an ugly lump. But there was something about him that had me off balance. Those fingers. I looked at them again. Strong, thick. I couldn’t help but thinking of –

    ‘Three boxes, Mr. Smith.’ Bergstrum was holding up the top, squarish silver box over the table between us. ‘Perhaps you can give us some idea of your preference.’

    He flipped open the lid of the box away from me. Cigars. Five cigars, of varying brands laid out in a row, snuggled into red velvet as if they were the crown jewels – and, although I knew next to nothing about cigars, I had no doubt that these cigars were as preciously bought as crown jewels.

    ‘Oh, no thank you,’ I said. ‘I don’t smoke. Thanks anyway.’

    ‘Oh, these aren’t for smoking, Mr. Smith.’ He paused and gave me a broad, friendly smile. I turned to Nabil; he gave me a leery grin.

    ‘Let me tell you how we rate cigars,’ Bergstrum continued after that pregnant pause. ‘First, by length. All of these in this box are six inches or less in length. Sort of the standard size; but maybe a bit long . . . for a cigar.’ He gave me a piercing look; gauging whether I was following his meaning. I wasn’t a dummy; I understood we weren’t talking about cigars.

    ‘The other rating is in girth, diameter, if you will, Mr. Smith. We call this rating ring gauge. A sixty-four ring gauge would be equal to an inch. The cigars in this box all range around fifty ring gauge. Again, a bit thick for a cigar . . . if perhaps a somewhat disappointing thickness for, well, you know.’

    Yes, I did know.

    ‘But we have several cigars here,’ Bergstrum said, and he flashed me a broad smile.

    ‘So,’ he continued, ‘there are some very nice cigars in this case. Indian Tabac Cameroon Legenda Gorilla – interesting name, wouldn’t you say? At six inches in length and a fifty-eight ring gauge, it’s quite a formidable cigar, as cigars go. Or perhaps one of my favorites; this is a La Gloria Cubana Series R., No. 6, which is slightly shorter at five and seven-eighths inches, but a bit thicker at a sixty ring gauge. Do these interest you, Mr. Smith, or would you like to see what is in the second box before noting a preference?’

    ‘Oh, let’s look in the second box,’ I said. Obviously I’d said the right thing, as both Bergstrum and Nabil gave me approving looks.

    ‘You’ll notice this box is longer than the first one, Mr. Smith,’ Bergstrum said in hushed tones. ‘These are the truly extraordinary gems of the cigar world.’ He took up the second box and flipped it open. Surprise. More cigars. Longer and thicker than those in box number one. Same silver encasing, blue velvet lining this time.

    I could tell these were special to Bergstrum. He lifted them out one at a time, his hands trembling a bit. Those thick fingers lovingly handling the cigars. I could feel the heat rising in me. This was unusual for me. Bergstrum had something in him that aroused me. I had little question why he was so successful in the business world. Most probably called it charisma. I had other names for it.

    ‘We are into the longer beauties now, Mr. Smith. Very few exist at this level. The Casa Blanca Magnum, at seven inches and a ring gauge of sixty is lovely, don’t you think? Or this Padron Magnum Maduro at a full nine inches, fifty ring gauge.’ He was expecting me to be impressed, and I was impressed. I was being well paid to be impressed. I would have been less impressed if we were really talking about cigars, but, of course, we weren’t.

    ‘Now we could improve upon those, but we’d have to make choices.’ Bergstrum was continuing on. At this point I don’t think he even needed me in the room. Nabil was sitting closer to Bergstrum now, and he was looking intently, worshipfully at the older man. And he had a hand on Bergstrum’s inner thigh. This was obviously something of a precoital ceremony for the two of them. I said nothing. My paycheck was already banked.

    ‘For length, you might like the Perfecxion A Giant, at nine and a quarter inches, but only a forty-seven ring gauge. And if your preference went to thickness, here’s a Special Jamaican Rey Del Rey, at nine inches, but with a ring gauge of sixty. What do you think, Mr. Smith? Are these interesting to you, or should we perhaps go back to the first box?’ Bergstrum’s voice was rasping now. Nabil’s hand had found his basket and was gently massaging it.

    ‘No, this box is fine,’ I said, trying my best to match Bergstrum’s rasping voice and to show him lustful eyes. He was clearly pleased. And I’ll have to admit that the lustful eyes required no acting. Nabil’s other hand was on my basket now, and I was showing him that I, indeed, was following along with this game.

    ‘Then just maybe you might be interested in Orson Welles’s favorite, Mr. Smith?’

    ‘Yes, I was wondering about that one,’ I said in a breathy voice, having had my eye on the last cigar in the box ever since Bergstrum had opened it. If Nabil didn’t stop his attentions, I might come right here in the gentlemen’s bar. I could see by the way he’d tented up Bergstrum’s pants that I hadn’t been mistaken about those chunky fingers of his.

    ‘This is a Casa Blanca Jeroboam,’ Bergstrum said, his voice full of wonder. ‘Orson Welles’s cigar of choice. Ten inches long and a sixty-six ring gauge.’

    We all sat there for a moment, drinking in the size of that humongous cigar. Nabil was still stroking Bergstrum’s crotch, but he had abandoned mine for his own.

    ‘Would you like to make choices for Nabil and me, Mr. Smith?’

    I contemplated the pickings for a few brief moments, wondering what would be most acceptable. ‘How about the Perfecxion A Giant for Nabil?’ I said.

    ‘And for me?’ Bergstrum’s eyes were slitted and his chest was heaving up and down from the attention Nabil was giving him.

    ‘The Casa Blanca Jeroboam, of course,’ I said.

    That had been the right answer, obviously. But I pressed on. ‘But what about the third box?’ I asked. I could see it was longer than the other two, although much narrower.

    ‘Ah, that would be the Triple Magnum Nabilum,’ Bergstrum said. ‘Perhaps later.’

    Both Bergstrum and his assistant were struggling up out of their plush club chairs at that point.

    * * *

    Bergstrum’s room at the Softel, or rooms, I should say, were about twelve times larger than the accommodations I had been given. And they were about four degrees plusher even though, had I not seen Bergstrum’s digs, I would have assumed that I’d been given the best accommodations in the hotel.

    But I didn’t really see much of the room. As far as the decor went, my eyes were mainly on the edge of the canopy over Bergstrum’s massive bed. I was on my back at the edge of the bed, holding my thighs up and out, and Bergstrum was hunched between them and working my ass canal with the Perfecxion A. Giant cigar I’d selected for Nabil, while Nabil was over to the side, clearly in my vision, stripping down.

    The cigar was somewhat of a surprise; the foreplay down in the gentlemen’s bar hadn’t been as symbolic as I had imagined it would be. I really was being fucked by an expensive nine and a half-inch cigar. But in my line of business and at the prices I commanded, this wasn’t as surprising as some other moments in my life had been.

    Nabil was much more of a surprise. The satyr impression held true. His dark-skinned well-muscled torso was smooth skin down to the waist, with the exception of patches of black curly hair around his ring-pierced nipples, but when he stripped his tuxedo pants off, I could hardly tell he’d done so. From the waist down, he was covered in thick, curly black hair that looked almost like a pelt. His forearms were equally hirsute. If he’d had cloven feet, I would have sworn he was a true satyr. As it was he certainly was horse hung.

    Leaving the Perfecxion A Giant buried in my ass, Bergstrum moved back to the other side of me from where Nabil had stripped and sank into a chair, still well within my line of vision. Nabil cantered up to him and Bergstrum took Nabil’s cock in his mouth and worked it up. After only a few moments, however, Nabil walked back over to me and retrieved the cigar. He went to a side table, put the cigar in his mouth, struck a match to the tip of the cigar, and took a few puffs. Then he returned to Bergstrum, stuck the cigar in Bergstrum’s mouth, sank down to his knees between Bergstrum’s thighs, unzipped the hulking Norwegian’s tux fly, and fed on the huge piece of meat he found there. Bergstrum let his head loll back on the top of the chair and hummed and puffed on the cigar. After a bit, he groaned and lurched, and I could tell he had come.

    He picked up box number two from a table beside the chair and handed Nabil the Casa Blanca Jeroboam cigar. Nabil approached me between my now relaxed legs, lifted my legs up and out, and made clear I was to hold my own legs up, which I did – ever mindful of what I was being paid for this – while he fucked me with the thicker and longer Casa Blanca Jeroboam.

    Bergstrum sat in his chair, legs thrown out, cigar puffing, and a beefy hand stroking his own cock back to life as he watched Nabil slowly, and inventively work my ass canal with the Casa Blanca Jeroboam. At length, Bergstrum gave a hoarse cough, lurched up from his chair and joined Nabil between my legs. He forced the wet end of the Perfecxion alongside the Casa Blanca Jeroboam inside me, and I now was being fucked more fully and quite deeply with two counterpistoning cylinders of expensive tobacco. Nabil was working my nipples with his free hand and Bergstrum was stroking my cock and they were doing a good lip lock on each other. Those strong, beefy fingers of Bergstrum’s wrapped around my cock and stroking it. Oh, Gawd. And they continued this until I ejaculated.

    Then it was Bergstrum back in his chair, with Nabil kneeling between his thighs and giving him another blow job.

    ‘You asked about the third box, Mr. Smith,’ Bergstrum called over to me. ‘About the Triple Magnum Nabilum.’

    ‘Umm, umm,’ I replied. Still mellow after my meltdown.

    He lifted and opened the third box, which had been lying under box number two on the table. He turned and showed me the contents of the box.

    Surprise. Yet another cigar. But, carumba, what a cigar.

    ‘Ten and a half inches long, 120 ring gauge. Almost not big enough to get in my mouth, Mr. Smith. I have these made specially for me. And do you know where the name came from, Mr. Smith?’

    ‘Umm, umm,’ I repeated.

    ‘Triple Magnum Nabilum, Mr. Smith. Nabilum. From Nabil, Mr. Smith. Our own Nabil here provided the specifications for them, Mr. Smith.’

    ‘Umm, umm,’ I managed.

    ‘And now I smoke this, Mr. Smith . . . while you smoke Nabil.’

    Oh.

    While I watched Bergstrum lean back in his chair, legs thrown out, mouth puffing his huge Triple Magum Nabilum, and his hand stroking his cock, he watched Nabil fuck me with his ten-and a half-inch long, two-inch-in-diameter cock through much of the rest of the night.

    Despite all of my professional training, I cried out at the first entry, and moaned and groaned and bunched up clumps of satin bedspread in my fists and did what I could not to bite off my tongue as a sneering satyr of prodigious proportions and inhuman staying power fucked me to his completion. The satyr image kept floating up, as our hips swung back and forth, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands gripping the heavy pelting of his bulbous buttocks and heavily muscled thighs. I had been trained to please a man, and I could tell that Nabil was beside himself with lust to be drawn as far as he could inside me and to explore every nook and cranny of my channel. As he was about to pull out of me for his first shooting, I contracted my canal closely around his sword and held him inside me, riding his pelvis hard as he twitched and then lurched again and again and again. A series of little cries from the direction of Bergstrum’s chair gave evidence that he was joining us in release.

    After ejaculating, Nabil brought his mouth down onto my nipples and ravished them while he stroked me to another flowing. Then he turned me belly down on the bed and fucked me again to ejaculation and then turned me and dug in even deeper and stretched me even wider, with Bergstrum puffing on his Triple Magnum Nabilum and coming in consort with Nabil’s spoutings as if they practiced this every night.

    On the plane trip home the next morning, as the soreness of my body and my inability to close my legs made me ever grateful for the first class ticket, my one regret was that Bergstrum hadn’t fucked me. I left aching for that. That was the power he had.

    Maybe next time.


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  • Marine’s Choice

    For a week after I’d fled the scene of Mitch taking of Bud in Mitch’s house, I heard nothing. I spoke to neither Mitch nor Bud, nor Chuck, for that matter, during that time. I went to a college basketball game on the Friday following that Tuesday and Bud was there and was the star of the game. He was all smiles and fluid movement and jazzed-up energy. So, no crushing experience for him there then.

    After a week, I stopped trying to avoid seeing any of the three and started looking for them. In the meantime, I found I was jacking myself off at every opportunity. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but that didn’t stop me from doing it and from thinking about what I’d seen in Mitch’s house.

    A week and two days later, there he was. I was studying in the library and looked up, almost in expectation, and there Mitch was, at the next table, a book open in front of him, but his eyes glued to me. Trembling, I pulled my books together and stumbled out of the library.

    The next night I returned to the same table in the library. He already was there, sitting sideways to the table, his muscular legs spread. He knew I’d come back. It was the last thing I planned to do, but here I was. I opened my books, but my eyes were on him. His eyes were on me. He moved one of those strong, sensuous hands to his crotch and let it just sit there, cupping his power through the material of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes from him.

    A slight imperceptible smile, and then he uncoiled from the chair in one fluid, graceful moment. As he passed my table, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, ‘Tomorrow, six thirty, my place.’

    ‘Nooo,’ I moaned softly back to him. But he already was gone.

    ‘Strip and lay on your back on the bed.’ The voice to be obeyed.

    When I was laying back on the sheeted mattress, Mitch stood at the foot of the bed and slowly stripped himself. He was just as strong and powerful all over as I knew he’d be. Thick and long, ball sacs full and hanging low. Every muscle fully developed and taunt and bulgy. Every muscle.

    ‘Stroke yourself.’ I wrapped my hand around my half-hard cock and started doing what I’d done at least daily ever since I last was in this bedroom.

    He was standing over me, stroking his own cock. Within moments we were both hard. he leaned over me and wrapped his hands around the underside of my thighs and pulled my butt to the foot of the bed.

    ‘Sit up. Suck me.’ I sat up, my face right at the level of his hard on. But I was at a loss of what to do now. I’d never done this before. I had no intention of doing anything here. I shouldn’t be here at all. I wasn’t staying here. I, in fact, wasn’t here. This was all fantasy. I was in the library studying.

    ‘Kiss it.’ He touched his bulging dick head to my lips. Moist, salty taste. And then I was gagging slightly and having trouble breathing, as his moist bulb pushed my lips open and he was inside me, moving it from cheek to cheek, sliding back over tongue. My eyes were tearing and I tried to move my head back, off the invading tool. But strong hands fisted my hair at the back of my head and held me to him. Held there for several moments and then I felt my lips sliding along veiny, smooth skin of thick, warm cylinder, and my jaw was aching to open wide enough and my throat was clogging. I wrapped my hands around his hard, bulging thighs and started to go with the rhythm he was setting.

    I heard sighing, in that bass voice. I was pleasing the Marine. Mitch was pleased.

    ‘Lay back.’ It seemed to have been an eternity that I had that thick cock inside my mouth, but it surely was only moments. As he drew it out, I closed my lips tightly over the rim of the glans and gave a little extra suck, flicking the piss slit with the tip of my tongue. I felt Mitch shudder. Good. At least I had retained that much control.

    Mitch moved away from the bed. When he returned, he had a big black dildo in his hand and a tube of lube. He extracted a big glob of lube and then tossed the tube to me.

    ‘Lube your ass.’

    ‘Nooo.’ I don’t know if my whimper was audible to him, but he got the hint of rebellion.

    ‘Do it, Now! You’ll be glad later you did.’

    Back in full control. Any sign of resistance evaporated. While I worked the cool lubricant into my tight, virginal ass, Mitch lubed up the dildo. He was going to fuck me with the dildo!

    But, no he wasn’t. He handed it to me.

    ‘Fuck yourself with this. Slowly, shallow at first. But you’ll want to open to a good eight inches of it. You’ll want to be stretched.’

    This was the most painful part of all. I slowly worked myself with the dildo, as Mitch stood between my spread legs, stroking his cock and pulling on his ball sacs.

    ‘Stroke yourself. It will help.’ My fist went back to my hard cock.

    Mitch disappeared from my vision.

    ‘Come over here and sit on it.’

    He was in the chair I’d seen him in the previous time I’d been here. The only light on in the room was the pole lamp, its beam of light trained on the chair. Mitch was rolling a condom on his huge cock.

    I cried out in first taking, in pain, and wonder, and awe, and arousal, and ecstasy, as my ass channel descended on his possessing cock, my channel stretching as best it could, caressing his cock, feeling every veiny contour of it as it moved up inside me. I was faced away from him, my legs spread wide on either side of his thighs, the balls of my feet dug into the carpet, ready to leverage my rise and fall on his impaling cock. I arched my back and Mitch reached around me with his sinewy arms and covered my pecs with his palms; his thumbs and forefingers went to my nipples, and I grunted and sighed as he started to pinch and roll them. I could feel his hot breath between my shoulder blades.

    ‘Fuck yourself. Up and down on my shaft.’ The voice that must be obeyed, thick now with lust.

    Leveraging off the balls of my feet, I began to rise and fall on his cock. All of my senses going to that thick rod running up inside me, electrifying my walls, stuffing me, fully possessing me to the quick. Up, down. Groan, moan, sigh. Up, down.

    I sensed more than heard the other presence in the room. Then the heavy release of breath that wasn’t mine or the Marine’s. A slight gurgling noise.

    ‘Sit in the chair.’ Mitch’s voice. But not speaking to me.

    I looked up in time to see a dark, chocolate brown, trim figure collapse into the chair by the door. The shocked look on his face. I’d seen him before. Tennis team, I think, and in a couple of my classes. Smart. Achingly handsome. Confused now, torn.

    I sought his eyes out with mine. Not a warning. Warnings already useless. A sense of sharing, of inevitability. ‘You’re next,’ my eyes said.

    ‘Faster.’ I picked up speed in the rising and falling. Overwhelming ecstasy. Taking it deeper. Moaning.

    ‘Unzip yourself. Pull it out.’ Familiar, but not meant for me.

    Gasping at the depth and stretching of it. Pinching of nipples overwhelming. Up, up, and away. A feel of a sudden twitching and further engorging of the hot poker inside me, constriction of Mitch’s thigh muscles under me.

    ‘Ah, I thought so. Stroke it . . .’


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  • Yard Sale

    The words were said so softly, and Cory’s face was looking everywhere, but at him. His eyes were downcast as well, and he could see how his shoulders sagged, as if he really didn’t expect Garth to believe him. And why should he?

    The kid had stolen from him, and okay he had his watch back, even the cash he had given him, but what else had he ripped him off of? Was there other stuff he had stuffed under his jacket, or put in his backpack when he hadn’t been looking? Stuff he’d already sold, which was why he was back, looking for more?

    Yet even as he thought it, there was something about Cory, that made him regret his thoughts. The kid had a rough break, a father that obviously was a pig, in the literal sense, and a life that was riddled with hurt, and danger too. No way could living on the streets, without any built in defences, could a kid survive. He had read the papers, he knew how many left home yearly, and how many turned to drugs, to alcohol, or worse.

    Somehow, he didn’t want Cory to become one of those statistics, yet he was well on his way. To steal, took nerve, and okay, so he came back with the money. It didn’t erase the fact that he had stolen from him. As good looking as he might be, as desirable as he might be, it wasn’t enough. Least not in his books, but then he did have things easier.

    He had a trade, had an ability to fight for himself, to protect himself. Cory, well he doubted if he knew much about any of that, and his chances for being self sufficient was reduced dramatically by his circumstance. No college for him, unless he found a sugar daddy, and then what? Having to pay for his education with his body? Like how was that any better than living on the streets?

    ‘I am supposed to believe that?’

    ‘It’s the truth.’

    ‘Sorry, but why? You have to do better than that, for me to buy that.’

    Cory looked up at him then, and he felt his heart skip a few beats. There was no doubt that he was falling for this eighteen year old, not something he was needing right now. Still, he couldn’t help but notice the small tears in the corner’s of his yes, the way his face was all screwed up, as if trying to not cry. He really felt for his circumstances, but the kid had stolen from him.

    ‘You didn’t take advantage.’

    ‘Huh? Advantage? I don’t uh..’

    ‘I am not dumb, I can see how you looked at me, just like other’s have, but you didn’t try anything, that meant something to me, still does.’

    He actually thought he had hidden his desire rather well, but obviously there was a lot more to Cory. Maybe he did have what it takes to survive, if he could recognize his look. Still, it didn’t seem to make much sense. Ken sure as fuck wouldn’t think twice about getting what he wanted, and come to think of it, he did use his body just for that purpose.

    Was Cory doing the same, but with more finesse?

    Garth peered hard at Cory, trying to determine if he was being played for an old fool or not. There was something about Cory that made him want to believe him, to trust him, yet he couldn’t seem to get past the fact, that he had stolen from him.

    ‘Wish I could believe that’

    ‘Would be nice.’

    ‘Why?’

    Cory looked at him oddly. His eyes were half closed, yet Garth could tell he was staring at him intently. In a way, it made him feel like he was under some microscope, being inspected for flaws. It just felt so odd, that this street kid, a runaway really, would look at him that way, or want to. Yet somehow, he hoped he was passing muster. It made no sense, as he waited for the answer, thinking about Ken, and about how meaningless some relationships could be.

    He could be Cory’s father, given the age difference between them, and yet he didn’t think his feelings for Cory were just paternal. Hell, he knew he wanted to bed the kid, from the first time he saw him leaning against the tree in the front yard. Still, he hadn’t made a move on him, even when he knew his circumstances.

    In all honesty, it had nagged at him the second Cory had left earlier in the day. It was why he had been so restless, because he knew he was no Saint. He had wanted the kid, to be with him sexually, yet hadn’t tried. Was he that turned off of sex, or did his rejection by Ken keep him from trotting out his rude suggestion line?

    Even now, he had thoughts about him, hell, while he had been walking around on edge, he had thought about being on the road, with Cory in tow. That sure as hell would have been something, and as dangerous as hell. After all, what did he know about the kid, other than what he had told him?

    Maybe his father was a Cop, maybe not. Maybe he had been tossed out but maybe from being a thief, not being Gay. There was no way for him to find out either, and why did it matter? He couldn’t take him with him, and in the morning he’d be long gone. Why did it matter why he had stolen his watch, shit, it wasn’t like he was going to be with him beyond tonight.

    Yet as much as his mind tried to throw up reasons to simply send Cory on his way, something deep inside kept him from doing it. He could have called the police, but hadn’t. He could have tossed the kid out instead of inviting him for coffee. So what the fuck was he doing, trying to convince him of doing what was impossible, unrealistic?

    ‘Come on, what’s the reason? Why does it make a difference whether I believe you or not?’

    ‘You want the truth?’

    ‘Yes, of course I do.’

    ‘You won’t believe it.’

    ‘I’ll decide what I believe or not, come on, quit stalling.’

    ‘I am not stalling, oh hell, it doesn’t matter anyhow, I am just tired of being thought of as a thing, instead of me, and you, well, you didn’t treat me like thing, some little toy to buy or play with. I just wanted to remember that, to keep hoping.’

    ‘Hoping for what?’

    ‘That someone out there would like me, for me, not as some thing, some possession. That is all I was to my parents, something to show off, to parade around. Since then, oh hell, I am just some sex trophy for the pervs, you didn’t make me feel like that, I just wanted to remember that, that is all.’

    He had heard a few good one’s in his time, but this one took the cake. No way was it the truth, yet as he stared at Cory, he didn’t look like it was BS. It rang true, inside, despite his natural scepticism.

    ‘You make me sound like a Saint’

    ‘No, just a nice guy. Guy’s like me don’t run into many of them.’

    ‘I guess not. Still..’

    ‘Yeah, I know, you were nice to me, and I stole from you. Nothing gonna change that, is it?’

    The tears were actually run down his face, and he could hear his disappointment, in his voice. For whatever reason, Cory seemed to actually care what he thought of him. He could be a good actor, but he didn’t think anyone his age could be THAT good. Sure, there were a lot of doubts in his mind, but inside, he just wanted to reach out and hug him, to hold him.

    ‘I don’t know, Life never goes the way we expect it to.’

    ‘That’s for sure.’

    It was how he said it, that troubled him. Instead of pushing him out the door, now that his coffee was finished, he offered him another cup, along with some cookies he still had laying around. Wasn’t much, but he was reluctant to just end it, to let it go.

    Garth didn’t want to see him leave, and it appeared like Cory was as reluctant to go, but it came time. He had finished his cookies, the coffee, despite sipping it slowly until it was ice cold. Still, it was inevitable, and Garth felt disappointed. As much as he was smitten by Cory’s looks, he felt unable to move.

    Putting his hand in his pocket, as Cory more or less began to make the signs of standing up, he felt the old watch among the crumbled bills. His fingers touched the metal case, giving him a strange quiver. The tips seemed to vibrate as they caressed the old case, as old memories flooded back to him.

    He could hear the old man now, the way he would always pull that watch out, to stare at the time, while he tried to gather his thoughts. It was one of those times, when he had finally been true to who he was, when his parents wer forced to discuss it with him. Not an easy chore, for them or him, but he could still his father now, pulling the watch out of his pocket, the gold chain attached.

    When he finally spoke it wasn’t with anger in his voice, or even hurt either. He remembered the tears in his mother’s face, the way she had looked at her husband, when he spoke and at how the words had sounded so amazing to him. Not the kind of words Cory’s father would have said, that was for sure.

    It was about how he was still his pride, his son. The way he had looked, the watch in his hand, as he made the fear Garth had been feeling, suddenly vanish. There was no shame in his heart, as his father wiped that away too. It was that image, that meant so much to him, and the watch was his link to it, or so he thought, as he looked up at Cory.

    The young man was standing now, not sure what to say and without even thinking, he had the watch out of his pants pocket, and on the table. He saw how Cory looked at it, then at him, then at his feet. In that second, he knew he was taking a leap of faith, that he hadn’t done in decades. For once he was going to go with his heart, not his mind.

    He pushed the watch forward a bit, and looked up at Cory.

    ‘Here, maybe this will help.’

    ‘I uh, I can’t, not after taking it.’

    ‘Sit down for a second, Cory.’

    He did as Garth asked, and they looked at each other, their eyes locked in what seemed an endless struggle. Garth could see his fear, see his shame too. It was just how he had looked, when his own father had taken the watch out, to stare at its face, before he had spoken.

    ‘What are your plans Cory? Beyond making it to the next day?’

    His eyes seemed to waver, they grew darker as if there was some inner turmoil happening. Garth waited, his finger tips touching the metal case, noticing how Cory would look at him, then quickly down at the watch. His face kept changing too, as he tried to think, or maybe just try to figure out the answer to Garth’s question.

    ‘I don’t know, sometimes, sometimes it is just all a guy can do, to make it through. Other times, I don’t know, not like I have a lot of options.’

    Garth could hear the desperation, the hopelessness in Cory’s voice. It was in his expression too, and again he noticed how the eyes seemed to be engaged in some strange inner battle. As if he had a solution, but wasn’t yet ready to take it.

    ‘You could get a job. Beats living on the streets.’

    ‘Not easy to get, jobs. I don’t mind working, but then they ask for your address, or phone number.’

    ‘I didn’t think of that. Guess it does make it harder.’

    ‘Near impossible, there are some places that help, or try to. But they have lots of kids they try to place, it just seems, I don’t know, like it isn’t meant to be.’

    ‘So you just give up?’

    Cory looked up at him then, and there was a hint of defiance in his look, but not in his voice. He seemed like he had been beaten, and Garth felt his pain. He couldn’t help himself, as he pressed him.

    ‘No, I move on, hoping things are better somewhere else.’

    Garth felt his own inner struggle as he stared at Cory. There was no doubt that he was putting himself in jeopardy, but he seemed to not care, as he glanced down at the watch. His father hadn’t abandoned him, how could he leave Cory, knowing what he knew? His mind told him that naturally his father stood by him, he was his blood, but Cory wasn’t.

    Every argument that could be made as to why not to do what his heart was telling him too, was made, over and over again. Still, the touch of that case seemed to hold him true to his decision. Without pausing, he had to make the offer, to make the effort. He knew what Cory was thinking, and no kid, no matter what, should have to face those issues, not yet, not in this day and age. He couldn’t leave him, it was that simple.

    Maybe Cory wasn’t his kid, and maybe his reasons were mixed up between wanting to simply be the man Cory thought he was, but then, that is what his father thought of him too. He had told him then, so many years ago, and now he finally understood what he had meant. His destiny could easily have been like Cory’s, given how there was a lot less knowledge or toleration for gays back then.

    ‘Take the watch, if you still want it.’

    He could see he did, the way the eyes looked down at it. It was if he had just given the kid a million bucks, the way his face looked, how his chest seemed to heave. The tears were still rolling down, but not from shame or hurt. As Cory reached out, Garth could see how his hand shook, trembled as his fingers touched the other side of the metal case.

    ‘There is one catch.’

    Cory stared up at him, suddenly fear was in his face. His lower trembled as he looked down at the watch, at Garth’s fingers still touching the other side of the case.

    ‘Please, don’t, don’t ruin what I think…’

    ‘No, no Cory, it is nothing like that, not that kind of a string, though I’ll be honest, I do find you attractive, desirable even, but no, I am not asking to get into your pants.’

    ‘Then what?’

    ‘That watch, it means a lot to me, sort of in the same way it means something to you.’

    ‘Then why, why are you giving it to me?’

    ‘It is all I have left of my father. No, don’t worry, I have lots of memories of him, the watch was, well, it helped me remember him, but I don’t need that to do that.’

    ‘I don’t understand.’

    ‘He was a good man, he could have thrown me out just like your father did, but he didn’t. He hadn’t a clue what being gay was, but he knew what being a father was. Those are the memories I have with that watch. Memories I wish you could have.’

    Garth stood up, and walked over to stand beside Cory. He saw his body shaking, knew he was struggling to not cry either, as he knelt down next to him. He put one hand on the back of the chair, and saw the boy tense up again. God how it must feel, to know some can only think of you that way, he thought, as he looked down at his own feet, then lifted his face up to once more look at Cory.

    ‘I am going to the Northwest tomorrow, got a new job, new place to live, and well, I want you to come with me.’

    ‘Please, I uh, I mean I know I.. Shit, I asked you not to..’

    ‘No Cory, as hard as this is for you to believe, I am not asking you to come along as my son, or sex toy either.’

    ‘Then, why? You don’t know me, shit I stole this from you, and now you are willing to just take me with you? I am not stupid.’

    He pushed the chair back, angry and hurt, but still a part of him seemed to want to believe Garth. He was having trouble doing that, and Garth knew it was up to him, to convince him.

    The body language said it all, and he knew he was running a huge risk, but deep inside, he just knew it was right. It had to be, nothing else seemed to make any sense to him, as he stood up, feeling the bit of arthritis in his joints. At this moment he was feeling his age, but there was a reason for everything.

    Perhaps being dumped by Ken was why he was doing this, a rebound type thing, but he didn’t think so. Cory came into his life, at the right time, at the right moment, and he had proven he was worth the effort. Who else would come back, return cash but try to keep a worthless watch?

    ‘I won’t lie to you, the first time I saw you, I thought about wanting you, doing you, as you say, but I can’t explain it any better, than you can about why you upped and stole the watch, but came back with the money. Yes, I do want to have sex with you, but not from guilt, or because you think you owe me something.’

    ‘Then what?’

    ‘Let me finish, then you can rant, walk out, or hopefully realize I am the same person you thought enough of, to be honest with. To want something to remember me by.’

    ‘Okay, I guess I can do that.’

    ‘Good, now first off, put the watch in your pocket, it is yours, whether you leave, or not. No strings.’

    He watched as Cory stared at him, then the watch that was on the table. His eyes softened as his hand reached out, and touched the case. Garth could see his emotions twirling inside, knew that the watch still meant something to Cory. The hand trembled, as Cory picked it up and held it. Looking at Garth he gave him a sort of small smile, one that made Garth quiver a bit.

    ‘You mean it?’

    ‘Yep, it is yours’

    ‘Thanks’ he said, as he sat down on the chair he had leapt from minutes earlier. He looked so young at that moment, so vulnerable that Garth couldn’t help but smile. Inside, his heart was beating as he pulled the other chair out, and sat near Cory.

    He couldn’t help but notice how Cory held the watch. The kid didn’t put in his pocket, but instead held it tightly in his hand, constantly glancing down to stare at it, like it was some sort of talisman.

    ‘Thing is Cory, I am tired of being alone, of the type of guys I wind up with. You are so different, so unlike them, even in the brief time I have known you, that it just makes me want to be near you. Yes, I want to have sex with you, but if not, hey, being a friend is just as good. Sex between us, well that’s for you to decide, because after this, if you come with me, I won’t mention it again. It will have to be your choice.’

    ‘I still don’t see why? I mean it sounds good, but..’

    ‘Yeah, thing is, my Dad believed in certain values, and I guess without knowing it, they sort of became mine too,, without me even knowing it. I am no Saint, told you that, and I have paid for guys your age, to get off with, had some even live with me, till they had enough or I got tired of footing the bill. Didn’t matter how young they were, well, I mean they had to be eighteen or older, but you know what I mean.

    Thing is, it never worked out, because there was always conditions. Either on their part or mine, and I am too old for that shit now. I have a chance at a new life, one that can be satisfying, if I let it.

    You look like you need a chance too, like the one I got from my Dad, and I think I can give you that chance, that break. If you take it, well, great. It has to be without terms, without conditions, otherwise it isn’t a chance, so yeah, I’d like to be more than a friend, but I’d rather have that friendship, that chance to help, than have a roll in bed with you now, and let it go at that.

    Does that make sense to you?’

    Garth leaned back in the chair. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, realizing just how nervous he was. He had been serious, honest about his reasons, though he wasn’t sure if Cory believed him or not. He had given it his best shot, the rest was up to fate.

    Looking at Cory, he realized that it was exactly as he had said. He did want him, Christ the kid was a looker, even in his dirty clothes. Still, it wasn’t what he saw in his face or in his eyes. There was a brain there, a good one, and despite the way he had been treated, he still clung to hope, to faith. Then there was his values.

    He stole, yes, but he came clean about it. He didn’t have to tell him about the watch, hell he didn’t have to come back to give him back the money. But he had. That said a lot about his character, despite his father, and the rest. It was worth the gamble, and as he waited, he felt that maybe Cory would think he was worth the gamble too.

    ‘Nothing is for free these days.’

    ‘True, and what I am offering isn’t free either. Thing is, you’ll have an address and phone number to put on your job application, and once you get a job, there will be rent and all. Until then, you can do chores, like laundry, cleaning, that kind of stuff.’

    ‘When do I have to tell you? Now?’

    ‘No, take the night, I am leaving as soon as the moving truck finishes loading up, they are supposed to be hear around 8, and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours for them to load, then I am off. You have until then.’

    Cory stood up, and put the watch into his pocket, looking at Garth. His eyes were softer, but there was still doubt in them. He could see it, feel it even, and with a sinking heart he watched as the young man moved out to the hallway. He picked up his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. He turned and looked at Garth, his eyes searching, yet closed to him.

    Garth watched as he left, walked down the sidewalk and disappeared down the street. He didn’t know how long he just stood there, but as he felt the night air chill him, he turned and closed the door. He felt like he had done his best, but that maybe he could have said it differently, done something, so that he would have believed him, and not left.

    Closing the door was more than just shutting out the night’s cold air. It felt like he had lost something, and while inside he believed he had done the right thing, said the right words, he felt that maybe he should have tried harder, specially when he was leaving.

    It was irrational, crazy even, to feel so disappointed when truth was, he wouldn’t know until the moving van had left. If there was no sign of Cory, he’d know then that he had failed, or that he had been suckered. God, he could feel his thoughts now, telling him what a sucker he had been. Worse, he didn’t have the watch now, making it feel even worse.

    Still, somewhere deep inside, he kept feeling that flicker of hope. If Cory could have hope, could hold onto something simply because some stranger had given him a few bucks without trying to get into his pants, he could at least wait till the morning.

    Sitting in his only remaining chair in the living room, he couldn’t help but feel like he would have a long day ahead of him. He just was too restless to go to bed, though he found himself napping in the chair. Yet every noise he heard, he’d spring up, awake. It was like he expected a knock on the door, or something, and when the noise didn’t happen again, he leaned back in the chair, dozing until the next noise woke him up.

    The sun had been up for a bit, and the sound of a big truck out front broke through his fitful sleep. He felt like a hundred, as he raised himself up, knowing that his moment of truth was upon him. With no sign of Cory during the night, he was already telling himself that it was hopeless. Even the deep inner voice was being silent, as his mind trumpeted its victory. He stretched, feeling out of sorts, and dirty. He needed a shave and a shower, but he’d only have time for the shave.

    Stretching a bit, to get the kinks out of his body, he walked towards the front door, to greet the movers. His legs were heavy, not from sleep but from his failure. He heard the truck door slam and he turned the latch on his front door, and opened it, to wait for the movers.

    As he opened the door, he spotted a shadow at the base of the tree. It didn’t seem to fit, and then he noticed it move as if it were alive. His heart gave a bit of a start, as suddenly a pair of arms shot out from underneath, and a figure emerged.

    The head shook a bit, then turned to see him in the doorway. Garth felt his whole body tremble, as he saw the face break into a smile, as it stood up, dusting off the grass and early morning dew. The men coming up the walk stared at him, wondering if he was some nut job or something, the way his face glowed.

    Cory flung the backpack over his shoulder, as he trotted over to Garth. He threw the pack into the doorway, grinned at Garth, then turned to watch the two men coming closer.

    ‘Should I make coffee for four?’


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  • In Anticipation

    Warner walked the long distance to classes in the wee hours of the morning. The sun was rising and the birds just starting to sing. A few cars passed him along the road. In times past he might turn and stick out his thumb but he wasn’t allowed to do that any more.

    The morning chill felt good as his body combated it by heating up more quickly.

    The hoodie moved against his smooth skin, the hood itself massaging his scalp thanks to his short buzz cut.

    His shorts rested on his hips as was the fashion. The lack of underwear allowed them to scratch his buttocks and crotch.

    The sound of his flip flops were the louder sound competing with some bird songs and an occasional car.

    He carried his backpack of books on his back and his overnight bag. He planned to stow them both in his locker knowing they’d be there when he returned the Monday after spring break ended.

    His parents accepted his information that he’d be going on a weekend car trip with friends. It didn’t matter what they said, of course. He was 19 and well beyond their control.

    Yet he still lived at home while going to the local community college. It was his second year and what happened beyond that, he wasn’t sure of.

    The buzz cut alarmed his mother but his father approved.

    ‘Good one of the smartest things you did, so we won’t have to pay for those damn fancy schmancy stylists’ he said.

    It was true that the thirty dollar stylings every two weeks were paid for by them. Warner’s thick blonde hair was the pride of his mother since he was a child with long flowing locks.

    She rubbed her hands across the stubble on his head and said she missed those locks even though Warner hadn’t had them in many years.

    He tried not to think about the first time he had it cut, kneeling undressed so the falling hair wouldn’t get caught in his clothing. The hair fell on his shoulders, belly, thighs and crotch.

    Afterwards he accepted the warm water that achieved two goals. It washed the little fallen hairs left on his head and told him he had committed himself.

    It had been two months since that decision. Each weekend and some nights he performed his part of the agreement. This long week would be the first step to the discussed summer ahead.

    His parents never indicated if they heard him sneaking out in the middle of the night. Of course he had no choice. When his phone rang he answered and listened as always. His response and subsequent departure took him one step closer to the goal.

    Warner didn’t really know what the goal was. It was not his place to know. All he had to do was do what he was told.

    He laughed at himself as he walked. All his life his parents had told him what to do. Now he was over 18, he could make his own decisions. Of course they gave him their opinion and considering he still lived at home, he had to oblige them. But soon he’d be out of the house on his own, completely free to do what he wanted.

    But as he matured, he knew he wanted to be told what to do. Maybe it was because of the uncertainty of the future. Maybe it was because he didn’t know who or what he was with respect to life. Maybe it was just that when someone else bossed him around, he secretly became aroused.

    Old films about sailors being lashed and whipped, Italian films about old Rome and Greek with slaves dressed in loin cloths and some of the pornography he saw in the Internet, stirred his guts making him yank himself without mercy over and over again.

    Warner knew he wasn’t the only one of course. His friends jacked off too. He’d shared circle jerks, or private times in his bedroom with one or more.

    He jacked them now and then. Nobody called his queer. They enjoyed it. Reciprocation rarely occurred. He didn’t care as he knelt in front or over them, waiting for their sperm to splatter on him, making them sigh and even laugh at the sight of their cum dripping off his chin.

    Things changed one weekend as he and a few of his friends celebrating their recent graduation from high school sat naked in a friends Jacuzzi. Collin sat up on the side to cool off. His cock was obviously aroused and the others chided Warner.

    ‘There you go, Warn, take care of Collin’ Warner laughed but moved through the water letting it flow across his own naked body. His cock too was hard. He could see the others were hard too.

    He placed a hand on each one of Collin’s thighs. The others gathered close to watch him jack the former classmate off.

    Warner didn’t plan this. He had jacked Collin off before in the privacy of his or Collin’s bedroom. He had satisfied more then one of the other friends there as well.

    ‘Jack jack jack’ they chanted.

    Warner moved closer and held Collin’s cock with one hand. But he didn’t jack the boy’s erection. He bent forward and took it in his mouth.

    Everyone grew quiet except Collins.

    ‘What the fuck are you doin?’ He asked but Warner didn’t stop. Collin didn’t move away either.

    Warner licked and sucked as the sound of his friends jacking were loud in his ear. Collin’s fingers moved into the thick blonde hair on Warner’s head.

    The sperm spewed into the back of Warner’s throat and he swallowed and kept swallowing as his sex target kept shooting.

    ‘Shit man, I thought so, ‘ and other comments were heard by his friends who were shooting their own white streams in the air, into the water, some on Warner and some on Collin’s legs.

    ‘Whew’ Collins said as he slipped back into the water ‘That was great, you guys gotta try it’ he advised.

    Warner let himself sink under water not sure what would happen when he emerged. Would his friends call him queer, fag or tell him to go away?

    He rose and found most of them back in the water resting. Nobody said anything for awhile. Then Ryan broke the silence.

    ‘So do you get fucked too?’ he asked and some laughed.

    ‘No, not sure what happened’ Warner lied. He had had his cousins cock in his butt over the last two summers during visits. ‘corn holing’ his country cousin called it.

    And he did know what happened. He had thought about sucking Collins and other guys for years.

    ‘It just happened’ he said.

    ‘That’s cool buddy, hope it happens again’ Collins said and the others laughed.

    And it did. By the next morning Warner had sucked each and everyone gathered. His jaws were sore and his taste buds seemingly permanently coated with salty sperm.

    The summer after that Warner continued to suck his friends and slowly his needs were further explored by Collins and others.

    ‘Shit man you gotta be careful in college, don’t let em know you’re gay’ Collins said late August after draining his prostate in Warner’s guts.

    Usually Warner would say ‘I’m not, just a phase I guess’ but instead he said the truth ‘yea you’re right’

    That seemed a long time ago. The Internet casual meetings had taken most of his spare time since entering community college. Summers and holidays he saw some of his old high school friends for soccer, swimming, baseball and sexplay.

    Nobody called him names. He was still their friend with a new advantage. Word did spread however. Some people he knew in high school that never befriended him then, seemed friendly when he saw them in stores or on the street.

    Warner was always well liked, but it seemed that more of his old classmates wanted to know him now.

    He didn’t mind. In fact he learned more about himself as he met some of them. Sex wasn’t always involved but often. And for the girls he seemed to attract as friends that impressed his father while he gained sisters he never had.

    He stopped and stretched. His body had begun to sweat. He had twenty minutes to arrive at class. Warner knew he had to meet the deadline. It was new and shorter then previously. He would end up sprinting towards the end and arrive breathless, coated with perspiration and looking around. His phone would ring releasing him from further instructions until the day ended.

    The next time his phone would ring, he would be taking that serious step towards his future.

    It all began two months ago. He sat naked in his bedroom cruising the Internet for new places to meet men. He liked meeting strangers. The anticipation of the unknown added more excitement to each event.

    Sometimes the others wanted to cuddle and kiss, others wanted mysterious anonymous meetings, others wanted to meet, have a drink and talk. Each one was different and he wanted different.

    As Warner learned as he experienced. The kinkier messages got him excited too. He endured spanking and bondage. Fantasy scenes were often described but not serious.

    He was paged that night by someone who had the same fantasy Warner had read before and jacked off reading.

    But there was something about this one that knotted his gut like it used to knot when he was younger.

    He read it again and again and responded ‘yes sir’.

    That seemed to please the sender who chatted on and on. Warner turned his camera on and smiled back at the face he saw on his monitor.

    He was an older man, looking kind yet serious. His flat top made him look like military. He stood and showed his erection, balls and turned as instructed to reveal his buttocks and crack.

    The man seemed to approve but wanted an in person inspection first.

    Warner agreed with a ‘yes sir’ and provided his phone number.

    The man said he wanted a boy to train, someone who was new to this world of fantasy and reality and it would take months but maybe Warner would be a good slaveboy.

    Warner’s cock was oozing out more then one pearl. The key words made him want to jack off and he reached for his cock just as his phone rang.

    ‘Stop jacking off’ the deep voice said. Warner knew it wasn’t one of his friends. He could see the man holding his phone as he spoke.

    He obeyed answering ‘yes sir’.

    The man smiled. Warner wrote down the address and directions. He also wrote down the instructions, ‘jockstrap, gym shorts, no shirt’

    He rode his scooter at 2 am across town, the night air chilling his bare chest, his cock straining the minimal restriction of his jock strap.

    He parked the scooter in the open garage. Almost immediately the door closed. Warner looked around and saw the cameras.

    He stripped naked as instructed and knelt. The man’s steps could be heard but Warner didn’t look up, again obeying his instructions.

    The man’s hands moved over his body, invading his butthole, yanking on his testicles and cock, and running through his thick hair.

    The man explained the training ahead. Warner kept his eyes on the floor while his gut stirred with each word he heard.

    He had a decision to make and he made it.

    After spreading the sheet on the floor Warner knelt . The buzz was loud in his ear as his thick blonde hair disappeared to announce the beginning of his training.

    He was moved to where a floor drain in the garage was and felt the warm water that the man’s penis used to wash the hair off and declare Warner his property.

    Warner put away the sheet filled with his hair. He used the hose to wash himself off while the man stood and instructed.

    His arms were fastened above him making him helpless. His stretched skin and muscles felt the man’s hands slide over them. The now familiar buzz sound announced the man’s continuing transformation of his body.

    Like most blonds Warner had little body hair, but what he had was taken away. The man wanted him smooth, totally smooth.

    Warner’s cock dripped with his excitement as the man shaved and played with his body.

    ‘You can leave or remain, if you’re serious boy’ the man said un tying him.

    Warner flexed his shoulders and then knelt obediently. There was something in the man who was instructing him that offered something new.

    He followed the man inside the house. Warner knelt sucking the man’s cock as he watched videos and then typed on his computer. Warner did what the man said. At times he wanted to be fucked, tied up, spanked, jacked off but he could do only what the man said.

    And Warner’s excitement grew.

    The man moved him into a bedroom. He lay on a kind of bed thing face down his arms and legs spread to the point of pain. Other straps kept his thighs and back pressed against the hard wood surface. His head too was strapped in place.

    Warner felt the man move some of the boards and pull his cock and balls downward tying them in place..stretching them to the point of Warner making sounds.

    The man ignored those moans and stretched more until he was satisfied.

    The finger told Warner what was ahead. Then a thicker tube moved into him. The man was using toys in him Warner knew.

    Each one stretched muscles inside him. As soon as Warner seemed to get used to each toy it was removed and a larger one put in it’s place.

    Warner suffered pain and pleasure as the man trained his ass. He could feel his cock spit out fluid, not great streams as Warner was used to feeling but little spurts. He wasn’t sure if they were pre cum spews, piss or actual sperm streams.

    His moaning grew louder and the man told him to ‘shut up boy’.

    Warner tried but pain was pain. ‘If you make another noise I’ll get the cat’ he was told and the thick toy jammed abruptly made Warner yell out.

    It was as if the man wanted Warner to yell.

    The ball gag was put in place. Warner had seen them but never worn one. The cat began to flog him and Warner yelled.

    ‘Yell as loud as you need to boy’ The man said repeating the strokes across Warner’s butt, legs and back. Again and again.

    As Warner felt pain in one area he knew his skin was bright red and the man was making it redder.

    Then just as he braced himself the flogging would surprise him by being moved to a different area.

    ‘The key boy is not to tense up, just relax and let it happen. Remember what you are and who I am, you need to learn to not mind the pain, to want the pain, to crave the pain’

    Warner listened and relaxed his tense body as each stroke hit him. The man had told him the truth. The punishment was more endurable as he forced his body to flinch, not to tense up, to relax and let it happen.

    ‘good boy’ the man patted Warner’s flogged buttocks ‘You’re a quick learner’.

    Warner knelt naked in front of the man.

    ‘I think you’ll do well, here’s what will happen from now on.’ The man promised an orgasm that night but afterwards Warner couldn’t trick with anyone else and he couldn’t jack off.

    ‘I’ll make sure you don’t’ the man said.

    Warner would respond only to the man’s orders day or night. He was asked his schedule and Warner responded adding a ‘sir’ to each sentence. His cock erect was still leaking.

    ‘Sit on my lap’

    Warner arose and sat on the man’s hard cock which easily slid up his stretched ass. Yet Warner could feel it’s thickness as he had swallowed it earlier.

    He lay back against the man his hands to his sides as instructed.

    The man’s fingers found their goal and began to tease then torture each raised nipple.

    Warner groaned then stifled his own sounds. He had learned better then to express his reactions.

    He pump of the man’s cock up into his guts were like stabs despite his stretched sphincter. His nipples sent shivers of sensations throughout Warner’s body. He wanted it to end and at the same time wanted it to never end.

    The man called him ‘slaveboy, faggot, cocktease, pigboy’ each name seemed to mentally tattoo themselves on Warner’s brain. Each one described what he was and he knew it, he admitted it to himself he needed to be branded.

    His body wrenched itself on the man’s cock. He writhed uncontrollably yet was kept in his place by the thick arms that surrounded him and who’s fingers had fastened onto his skin like leaches of pain and pleasure.

    Warner didn’t try to control what was happening, he let it happened. He had learned from the man to do that during his flogging.

    Initially, Warner’s arms automatically moved as if to locate and pump his cock but he kept them in place feeling the restraint of the man’s thick arms.

    His body burned. It was as if lava was flowing somewhere inside him and Warner couldn’t hold back his body from doing what it needed to do.

    The man didn’t stop lifting his hips nor twisting the nipples in their grasp. Warner wanted to collapse after his body had expulsed it’s packed prostate. But the man was in control not Warner.

    It hurt more now he had orgasm’d. The man kept fucking him. Warner let it happen presuming that when the man’s own sperm shot up inside him it would end but it didn’t.

    It continued. Warner wanted to beg the man to stop but he didn’t. Somehow he knew he shouldn’t less he end up back on the bed being flogged until the learned.

    Then the knot began inside him again. The thick cock that bounded in and out of him was pressing against his empty flesh bag as it began to fill again.

    The arms that held him filled his nostrils of the man’s aroma. His sore tortured nipples seemed longer then before as the man’s fingers grasped more flesh stroking them hard, then twisting them.

    ‘Made for slaveboy nipple rings’ the man grunted as he worked each one.

    Warner’s cock hardened hearing the man’s plans. He had seen guys get nipple rings, some were friends wanting to look like rock stars, others were guys he saw on the Internet enduring the initial pain of pins jammed through each nipple flesh. Each and every time Warner’s cock had told him he needed it.

    ‘Good boy’ the man felt his cock and then returned to his briefly abandoned nipple.

    The stab in each one made Warner jump. He looked down to see the clamps that held them and the chain that connected them. The man had one hand on the chain pulling yanking then releasing only to yank hard again.

    His other hand was between Warner’s legs pulling on his nutsac.

    ‘These are all mine from now on boy’ the man hissed in Warner’s ear.

    ‘Yes Sir’ Warner answered obediently letting his head fall back on the man’s shoulder. He had no control, the man owned him as his earlier piss had claimed him. The whip that had taught him and the sperm that had shot down his throat medicated him.

    Warner wasn’t in control. That thought meant something that it hadn’t really meant before. He wondered how long the man would keep him there, captive, naked and his sextoy.

    ‘You will do chores, please me and my friends, do whatever I say. That’s what a slaveboy does understand?’ the man had said earlier.

    Warner had said ‘yes sir’ but until now he didn’t really feel what that meant. He was beginning to know.

    His orgasm flowed surprising Warner his body had renewed and refilled so much so quickly. The man too seemed to cum as he jammed his cock upwards so hard and strong it nearly pushed Warner off his lap.

    But the man’s hold on the nipple clamp chain kept Warner painfully in place.

    ‘That was good. Did you enjoy it boy?’

    ‘oh yes sir’ Warner’s comments were mumbled, he had no strength.

    The man pushed Warner from his lap to the floor.

    ‘I said did you enjoy it?’ the man’s voice got louder and deeper.

    Warner scrambled to his knees but looked down as he thought a slave should do.

    ‘YES SIR’ he said loudly.

    ‘Stand up, hands behind your head’

    Warner stood there naked his spent cock dangling over his emptied ballsac.

    The man began to fumble with them.

    ‘Well I’m glad cause it’s the last time you’ll be allowed to do that for awhile’

    The pinch made Warner flinch.

    ‘This device will be on you until I take it off, understand?’

    Warner wanted to look down but he dared not to. ‘yes sir’ he said weakly.

    Then something held his cock and the man did something that made him flinch.

    ‘Ok boy you can look’

    Warner looked down to see his boy penis encased in a black plastic tube. It was fastened to a ring that surrounded his ballsac. A small lock dangled from it.

    ‘Only I have a key’ the man said holding it up from the chain around his neck. ‘You can piss, shower, keep it clean but you cannot touch that cock let alone jack it..and why is that boy?’

    Warner didn’t know what to say.

    ‘Who’s dick is that now?’ the man clarified.

    ‘yours Sir’

    ‘Want to feel what it’s like to get a hard on with it on?’ The man said but instead of waiting for an answer he left the room.

    Warner remained in place, his arms behind his head. He wanted to touch it to examine the thing on his cock and balls but he dared not move.

    ‘Clean up the place, use your tongue’ the man ordered.

    Warner knelt and licked the wet spots on the wooden floor where his cum had landed. He lapped at the surface tasting only a bit of his own salty brew.

    The man’s hands pet his butt, played with his balls as he worked.

    ‘I think you’re going to be a good slave. It may take some time but by he summer you may be ready for full time service. Want that boy?’

    Warner didn’t know if he did or not so he answered honestly ‘not sure sir’

    ‘Good answer boy, honest. Here’s what we’ll do. Over the next two months you’ll respond to each time I call you, obey completely and you’ll be trained. If at any time you want to stop you say so and come over here and I’ll take that thing off and give you back the balls and cock I own and it ends. We’ll never see each other after that.’

    Warner knew, somehow he didn’t want that to happen.

    ‘In two months, you’ll serve me full time during your spring break. At the end of that time you can quit or not. If you continue you’ll be trained for full time service, understand?’

    ‘yes Sir’

    Warner’s cock began to expand. He could feel it pushing against the plastic.

    ‘Lean forward so your face is on the floor boy. Your ass is mine to use however I want and I will. And I’ll share it with my friends too’ his hand rested on Warner’s ass. His finger jabbed into Warner’s still open hole.

    Warner’s cock expanded against the plastic sleeve that held it.

    ‘You’ll do chores when I need em done, serve food at my parties, and don’t worry your training will continue. I have a playroom downstairs, come on boy’ he reached around and pulled on Warner’s nutsac making him stand up and follow him.

    Warner stumbled but followed he had no choice. Again, he knew he was not in control.

    The steps led down into the man’s basement. It looked like any other basement, a furnace, a pile of boxes, the door presumably leading to the back yard. He was led past the boxes.

    The man released his hold to twist the dial on a combination lock. ‘When you’re left in here, and you will be sometimes, this lock is the only way you can leave. Only I know the combination so you better hope I don’t have a heart attack when you’re locked in boy’ the man chuckled.

    The door opened. ‘In boy and kneel’

    Warner stepped inside feeling his feet step on the black hard surface floor. There around him were wooden pins on the walls from which hung chains, leather items, whips and other items he would be able to identify intimately over the next two months.

    The table in the center of the room seemed padded with straps on the sides of it. There were cages against one wall and a large wooden X against the other. Hooks hung from the beams over head and here and there some had chains dangling from them.

    ‘You’ll keep this room clean. Sometimes you’ll watch from a cage and clean up afterwards, you’ll help me train other boys like you but most important, ‘the man pushed Warner’s naked body forward.

    ‘on the table face up’

    Warner moved to the padded table as ordered. He spoke no words. He knew not to.

    His ankles fit into the padded restraints and the man raised his legs. His arms were fastened flat against the pad and his head was strapped backward.

    ‘Before I release you for the night, I want you to feel your boner against the chastity device so you know what to expect’.

    The finger moved inside him. Warner’s ass was sore from the toys and fucking he had received before. The man’s fingers ignored that possibility and moved around going deeper and deeper.

    ‘Hmmm I know guy who’s entire hand might fit in here eventually’ the man chuckled.

    Warner was feeling his cock responding to the fingers. It grew fat and pushed against the device that restrained it.

    ‘Try this boy’ the next item was the return of the tit clamps but this time they pulled as soon as they were fastened to his nipples raising the flesh.

    The toy that replaced the man’s fingers lodged deep inside and remained. The man stepped back away from the table.

    ‘Nice’ he said. Warner could see him out of the corner of his eye. The man fumbled with something that hung from a beam.

    Warner knew what it was. The camera was being adjusted.

    ‘I’ll be back’ the man left. Warner heard the door shut and the clank of the lock.

    He was trapped, captured. But the man had said he’d be released for the night. Perhaps he had been too willing and the man would keep him there for as long as he liked. There had been stories Warner read of boys kept enslaved for months in a basement dungeon.

    He was both getting scared and turned on more. His cock pushed against the plastic pulling on the ring that surrounded his nutsac too. It hurt but it was bearable. Could he endure it for two months? Warner wasn’t sure. He was more concerned about the effect of not being able to cum for two months.

    ‘ah I see you’re suffering’ the man’s voice made Warner jump. He hadn’t heard the lock or door.

    ‘Good, slaveboys suffer, that’s their job’ his hands slid over Warner’s nearly shaven smooth head and his face. A finger moved into his mouth. ‘suck on your Master’s finger boy like it was his cock’

    Warner nursed like a baby calf on the digit that moved into his mouth. He wanted it to cum down his throat.

    ‘oh hungry little fucker huh?’ he man said. The finger disappeared.

    Warner heard the man moving something. ‘open up boy time for your feeding’

    The familiar cock moved down into his mouth where the man’s finger had been.

    ‘nurse on it like you did Daddy’s finger boy’

    Warner did as he was told. It was different then sucking cock but Warner was quickly learning that if he did what the man told him, new sensations and pleasures would follow.

    He nursed on the cock hungry for what it offered him. ‘swallow boy’

    Warner swallowed the fluid that came, it tasted different. It wasn’t cum it was piss. He knew the taste. Warner had experienced water sports now and then but never swallowed like this.

    The piss threatened to gag him.

    ‘Just swallow’ the man said as his piss flowed out of the corners of Warner’s mouth.

    ‘Keep nursing’ the man said as he flicked each of the chains connected to Warner’s tit clamps.

    Warner sucked, nursed hoping the cock which was growing larger would offer what he had originally expected.

    ‘oh yea, suck your Daddy’ Warner heard it. It shocked him, he had old fantasies of having sex with his father. It wasn’t that the man was sexy, he was a typical father, tall, hairy, slightly overweight. Warner though there was something wrong with him when he dreamed of touching the man.

    And once oral and anal sex had become part of his experience, Warner had other dreams each involving his own father entering him.

    The cum came and Warner didn’t need to be told to swallow. He lapped at the spurting cock head as it shot down his open throat.

    ‘Nice boy’

    Warner jumped as the toy was yanked out of his ass and his legs unfastened. The tit clamps sent painful shocks through his body as each was removed. His head released, Warner stretched his muscles.

    ‘Turn over boy’ Warner nearly asked to be released to be let go to end this. It was fun, educational but he wasn’t sure if the man knew when to stop. As horny as he got and was, the pain in his cock was harsh and he was exhausted. But he turned over as told too.

    The man’s thighs pressed on either side. Warner knew the man’s cock would be inside him again. He was amazed the man could fuck a third time but perhaps he had taken one of those cock drugs, Viagra or something.

    Instead the man’s thick hands pressed into his shoulders, then back.

    Warner realized he was being massaged, not fucked again.

    ‘A good master takes care of his property. I’ll keep you fit, strong, healthy..so you can serve me better, understand boy?’

    He finished the massage and slapped Warner’s bare ass hard.

    ‘Thank you sir’ Warner said and he meant it. He was glad he hadn’t asked to be released.

    ‘Dress and go get some sleep. When you see my number on your phone you answer within ten seconds boy’ the man stood in the garage where he had led Warner by his ballsac.

    Warner pulled on his shorts over his constrained cock. He got on his scooter and watched the garage door open. He turned to thank the man but he was no where to be seen.

    And Warner entered the cold night air wearing the shirt the man had put on him.

    ‘remember a Master takes care of his property and I now own you’ he had said as the cut sleeve sweatshirt slipped over his head.

    That was weeks ago. Warner neared his goal. He looked at his watch. He had three minutes and so he began to sprint. He’d be sweating by the time he arrived. But he had time before his first class to calm down.

    Somehow the man he now called Master would know if he arrived on time or not. Warner felt the mans eyes. But after weeks of training he always felt the Master’s eyes even when he knew the man was nowhere to be seen.

    He arrived on time and his phone rang.

    ‘Good boy. Are you ready to report after class?’

    ‘yes SIR’ Warner’s cock hardened as it always did when he heard his Master’s voice. The pain he felt was expected and hurt but stimulated him more.

    ‘Good, shorts only, walk down the back road until a black van comes close to you and stops. When it stops remove your shorts and kneel. If you don’t it will drive away and it’s over, understand slave?’

    ‘yes sir’ Warner would do what he was told of course. He’d be kept captive, naked and used for the next week and a half as he was tried out for a summer long servitude. And he knew even if he served well as he had learned to do, the man might decide to hire another boy instead.

    There were other slaves. Warner had watched them being trained. He had helped his Master with some of them, but mostly he was kept in a cage watching what the Master did to train his competition.

    He wanted to be really owned, to be more then controlled and played with, more then trained, he wanted to be absorbed into the Master’s will day and night. His cock was hurting him as he put the overnight bag and backpack in his locker to stay.

    If the Master had ordered him to skip classes and report now he would. But the Master demanded he go to all classes and keep his homework done. There were nights when he lay naked on the floor of the Master’s living room or dungeon working on his homework.

    ‘What’s this? Your grades have jumped a grade? What’s going on with you ?’ His father had registered surprise. It was true his graded had improved. ‘Shit maybe you will get into the University in the fall after all’

    Warner wanted to kneel in front of his father as he had learned to do to his Master and confess his fantasies, his needs and what he was.

    ‘Dunno, guess it all finally sunk in’ Warner said ‘I think I have a summer job too’ he added. His mother looked up.

    ‘I’d be taking care of this guys yard and house, kind of like a houseboy I guess’ Warner said seeing his Mother register concern as she looked at his Dad.

    ‘Good, time you should learn how to make a living. I hope the guy is rough on you, it would be good for you.’ His father said.

    Warner’s cock had strained. Little did his two parents know that beneath the clothing he wore that they bought, his body had been kept shaven smooth and a plastic thing squeezed his testicles and penis constantly torturing and exciting him. ‘What would they think if he was standing there naked’ thought Warner ‘he almost wished his Father would order him to strip then and there’

    Classes were easy that final day of the trimester. Most of his classmates and even some of the teachers were dressed more casually then other times. Everyone held themselves back form the big escape for spring break.

    Calley, one of his female friends repeated her disappointment he wasn’t going with her and others to Ft. Lauderdale. ‘There’s going to be lots of hot men there’ she said. She was the only one of his female friends he had confessed his sexuality to.

    ‘Gotta work’ he said shrugging ‘Life isn’t all play’ he added for effect not believing it himself.

    Gym class just let the class members do what they wanted to do. ‘You better save up your energy for the week ahead’ the coach said following that by a vaguely worded warning about unsafe sex. ‘if any of you come back with little bugs or some rash, don’t say I didn’t warn you’. The guys and girls all laughed and made comments.

    Warner knew many of them would experience some sort of sex for the first time, perhaps some of it would be gay sex. There were one or two of the guys in that class he wished were gay. His cock strained as he looked at them.

    He lay his head on a table and napped during the rest of lunch period. Memories of phone calls over the past two months flashed through his head.

    Five AM. ‘wake up boy, what are you wearing?’

    ‘uh low rise whiteys’ Warner said.

    ‘what?’ the voice sounded mean which alerted Warner he hadn’t answered correctly.

    ‘Uh sorry SIR, tiny whiteys SIR’ Warner said. It had only been three days since he had arrived home. The phone numbers that appeared hadn’t been from the man till now.

    ‘Take them off now’

    Warner pulled his whiteys off throwing them across his bedroom.

    ‘off SIR’ he reported.

    ‘from now on you will sleep bareass, if you have to get up to piss, you go naked, understand?’

    ‘yes SIR’ Warner was excited each time he had snuck out into the hall to go to the bathroom naked. His parents might hear him and look out of their room. That excited him.

    ‘And form now on you will not wear underwear’

    ‘yes SIR’

    ‘Today you will wear torn jeans and a shit with a hole over one nipple. Got it?’

    ‘uh yes sir’ the man hung up.

    Warner pulled on his only pair of torn jeans. His parents always yelled at him when he wore them. He planned to sneak out of the house that morning before they saw him.

    The rips and tears threatened to reveal his penis but the device which encased it, prevented that.

    He tore a hole in an old t-shirt without thinking. He realized he had unquestioningly obeyed what the man said.

    ‘Nice tit Warn!’ one of the guys said ‘needs a ring I think like all fags’ the asshole added. Instead of being insulted, Warner thought about his nipple being grabbed with a tool and a needle jammed through his still stretched nipple. His cock expanded and it hurt.

    ‘You awake?’ another phone call came. It was 2 am. ‘report here naked back door’

    Warner didn’t dare cross town naked so he rode his scooter to the man’s address. The garage door was closed. He climbed over the fence into the back yard and stripped naked knocking on the back door and then kneeling. The training that night was severe. The man flogged him while attached to the wooden X while wearing a leather hood.

    Warner noted before the hood was placed over his head the man adjusted the camera again. Where the camera sent its image he didn’t know.

    ‘I want you to scream, yell, whatever you need to do boy’ the man whipped him and each stroke hurt. Warner responded freely and loudly finding new excitement in being able to release his reactions to each flog.

    He sucked his Master gratefully and bent forward to accept the butt plug that was maneuvered into his butt.

    ‘If you take that out to shit you better put it back in, report back after you last class for removal’.

    Warner reported back and the plug was yanked out of him.

    ‘Clean the kitchen. You got homework?’

    He did but he didn’t bring his backpack in from the scooter which was parked in the garage.

    ‘Get it and get it done’ that was the first time he felt at home as his Master watched him sitting naked on the floor taking notes from the books he read. The collar around his neck was chained to his wrists which couldn’t reach close to his crotch as a result.

    ‘Call home you’ll be here tonight’ the man said.

    ‘Ok honey, we understand’ his mother said when he said he needed to get his work done and a friend was helping him.

    He sucked, swallowed and presented his butt for a late night invasion of toys, fingers and the Master’s cock.

    He knelt in the basement near the floor drain as the Master showered him for the night.

    ‘Cage’

    Warner crawled into the nearest cage and watched his man lock it.

    ‘Sit back put your legs out and arms on the sides’ the man ordered. Warner’s ankles were fastened to the sides of the cage and his hands over head.

    The man released still more of his processed beer wetting Warner’s armpits, face and chest. The lights were turned off and Warner heard the door close and the lock click. And there he slept for the night.

    Again the splash of warm water hit him and Warner awoke as he was released for the day. The man washed him head to toe, dressed him and told him to go to school. Warner felt like a little child, a pet animal, indeed like property that the man was taking care of.

    Then there was the first presentation the Master made of him to friends.

    ‘Tell your parents you’re going camping or to the beach Whatever’ the man said.

    It would be his first two day service, a challenge to see if he was going to be ready for spring break service.

    Warner put on his torn jeans, no underwear as usual, and the black tank top he was told to wear. He arrived at the Man’s house to see several delivery trucks there also.

    ‘help them’ he was told by his Master who barely looked up at him.

    He carried boxes, unpacked them and threw out the trash.

    ‘Come’ the Master got in his truck and Warner started to get in beside him.

    ‘No slaves ride in back’ the man said. ‘give me your shirt’

    Warner jumped in back after relinquishing his tank top. He rode in the back like cattle, half naked and wishing the man had ordered him to remove his jeans too. His cock strained.

    Wearing his tank top again, he followed the man into a store full of video tapes and sex toys. They went downstairs.

    ‘I need to fit my boy’ the man said ‘Shirt off’

    Two store clerks watched as Warner obediently removed his tank top.

    ‘Collar first’ the man ordered and the clerks started presenting them to him. Each was held up to Warner but not put on him.

    ‘You think you’re ready to have these pierced?’ his Master took hold of his constantly stretched nipples. The clerks watches as Warner flinched but endured the pain.

    ‘yes Sir if you say so Sir’ he said loud and smartly. He didn’t care what the clerks thought.

    ‘You have him well trained Clark’ one of them said.

    ‘Yes he’s doing real good but I think we’ll wait for those after we see what he does this weekend’

    They left, Warner still shirtless. He got in the back of the truck for the ride back to where Warner discarded clothing for the weekend.

    He helped prepare the bar table, aided non reacting kitchen help in their preparation of snacks.

    The party would last that night and the next day he was told. But it didn’t start till late.

    His Master led him downstairs. The tube shoved into his butt offered warm water that made Warner embarrassingly release all the excrement that was in him. Another slave boy naked and collared was waiting and assisted the Master.

    Warner tried not to appear surprised or embarrassed as his Master controlled his bodily function. He didn’t want to appear to be a bad slave in front of the other one. He hadn’t seen the boy before yet he looked familiar. Perhaps it was because he had a short hair cut, shaven body and wore a device on his cock like Warner’s.

    ‘Cage, both of you’ Warner moved into a cage and was soon joined by the other slave in the device that was barely big enough for one of them. Their bodies intertwined.

    ‘You boys better gets some sleep it’ll be a long night. No talking I can hear you’ the man said as he turned the camera aimed towards their cage.

    To Warner’s amazement he did sleep. He felt the other slave boy piss out of his device onto him and out the floor of the cage. It made him do the same and felt strangely sexy pissing while wrapped around the other slaveboy.

    He wondered if the boy was his Master’s slave, if he was in competition with him. But he dared not ask. It was the Master’s orders.

    Warner slept. He was amazed did so. The streams that awoke him felt familiar but there was more then one. As he sputtered and opened his eyes, Warner saw the other slave boy was awake already and both of them were being showered by several men holding their cocks. They were laughing at the two naked slaves as they waved their pissing penis back and forth across the cage fencing.

    ‘Barbeques on’ the voice called. Warner recognized it as his Master’s voice. ‘You get them cleaned up’.

    A tall reddish haired young man appeared. He wore a wide collar with silver studs on it. His pierced nipples had a chain connecting the two rings that hung from them. He wore a leather pouch which had similar studs to those on his collar.

    He unlocked the cage and pointed to where Warner and the other boy were to go. He held a hose and aimed it at them. Warner turned and ducked to get the stench of piss off him. The other boy did the same reaching out to wash his back.

    Warner looked around to see if anyone was watching and he returned the favor. He wished he was naked and the other boy too so they could suck and fuck each other while the leather young man watched or even participated.

    ‘That’s enough. You two slave dry each other off and report upstairs to the kitchen, you have work to do’

    Warner and the other slave boy helped put food on tables, get beers for guests and do whatever they were told.

    Warner felt his ass be smacked, pinched and his balls held tight now and then. Even his pointed nipples were explored by more then one guest.

    ‘I may buy you from Clark slave, what do you think of that’ a very large hairy belly man wearing chaps and a vest said.

    Warner didn’t know how to answer.

    ‘Not for sale’ his Master appeared ‘at least not yet, maybe this summer you can rent him though’ his master’s arm surrounded him and his fingers fastened on one of his nipples. ‘that is after he’s prepared for it’

    ‘Gentlemen I want to present two boys who have started training. Get over here slaves’

    Warner scrambled to his Master’s side and knelt. The other boy moved to the other side.

    ‘Tonight they will be available to everyone, neither one is allowed to say NO, understand slaves you are party treats along with all other slaves here.’

    Soon the tall young man and two others dressed in collars moved near the Master. They too knelt, stripped naked except for their collars.

    ‘Miller and Castner have donated their boys too’ The Master said.

    Warner remained in place until a large man came to him and felt his head. ‘Come on boy I want your mouth on my cock’

    The night began and Warner was kept busy. His mouth and butt were available, he understood that. Nothing unsafe was going to happen. His butt would be spanked and as the party moved downstairs, he knew that more would happen.

    It was the night he was treated to electro torture. Pads fastened to his nutsac, his nipples and one to a prod placed inside him. The shocks were indeed torture making his cock expand as well. At one point, Warner though his nutsac gave up sperm, he wasn’t sure as his body was going through several sensations.

    A game of first scream was the final torture with all four slaves tied and flogged until one of them screamed. Each, like Warner, muffled their reactions. Warner didn’t want to be the first to scream, he knew that would embarrass his Master.

    And it was the other boy who did finally scream out loud.

    Warner and the others were then treated like injured pets slowly covered with some sort of salve that treated the reddened skin.

    He sucked the man who had applied it to him, feeling like a fed puppy thanking his owner. When he licked the last drop, Warner saw his Master nearby.

    ‘Good boy, I think you’re ready for a treat’

    Warner stood naked in the middle of the group. Around him party goers were drinking, joking, watching the porn that was on the TV screen. The other slaves were engaged in satisfying some of them.

    Warner was on display as his Master had him turn, lift, bend over, spread his cheeks. Master’s friends were suggesting future training that ranged from being tied to pikes in the back yard to bathing in sports balm.

    ‘Ok stand still boy’

    The leather straps felt good. Warner liked being naked and the harness that the master fastened to his chastity device then surrounding him made him feel clothed at the same time naked.

    ‘What about the collar?’ One of Master’s friends asked.

    ‘He’s not earned it yet. I think he will, kneel boy’

    Warner knelt and fell forward where he was pushed as his Master inserted his thick cock and fucked him while others watched. Using the leather harness as a handle his Master moved in different ways that slowly took Warner to an orgasm that seemed to happen inside him and not make him expulse streams of cum.

    By that time it had been four weeks since he was able to manipulate himself and he missed it, yet at the same time had learned so many new sensations. Paramount however was that he had learned the need to please one Man, his Master.

    Warner awoke hearing the bell. Two more classes and it would be time for him to once again do his Master’s bidding.

    His crotch hurt. It had been eight weeks and each time his cock tried to expand the stabs of pain that were felt merely added to his excitement.

    Two more hours and he would be naked in the open air, vulnerable, obedient and submissive.

    The possibility that he would be late and miss the van frightened him. The possibility that bad timing on his part would results in the van speeding away.

    He told his teacher at the last class he may have to leave a bit early. The man nodded not responding verbally.

    Five minutes early he stood at his locker pressing his backpack against his already stowed overnight bag. He held his phone and looked to see if there was any new calls. There were none.

    He breathed deep and recalled his orders for that afternoon. He took his hoodie off and put it in the locker too and then with a note of finality he closed the door and twisted the combination knob.

    There was no turning back now. Warner trotted out the door with a few classmates looking at the half naked student running.

    He went down the hill and through a small group of out buildings to the alley where he waited.

    Warner wanted the next week and a half to go well. He would do whatever he was told, after all he knew his Master would take care of him, lead him, teach him and train him as he had done for the past 8 weeks.

    He pulled on his nipples crossing his arms which always excited him more. He wanted to feel his expanding cock pull the device stretching his balls. Warner needed the pain to remind him what he was.

    A ways off he saw a black van driving down the alley. It was going to be time soon. He removed his pants and knelt awaiting.

    The van stopped and he heard the doors close. Whoever it was put a black cloth bag over his head and lead him into the van. He felt his pants thrown against him inside.

    The muffled voices laughed as the van drove off knocking Warner over to his side. What if these weren’t the men Master had sent for him? What if they would sell him into some foreign sex cult. After all it was well known that some liked blonde boys and would use them until they were bored, killing them or worse yet turning them into some kind of modern eunuchs.

    Warner mentally laughed as his fertile imagination and the fact it excited him giving him the much needed reminder in his crotch of what he was.

    After all that’s what lay ahead and Warner wanted it, needed it and would do whatever it took to deserve it.


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  • Finding Out

    Caleb blinked his eyes, adjusting to the morning light. Twisting his head sharply to the side he was able to see the clock on the nightstand; 7:30am. He yawned and stretched, all the muscles of his six foot frame tightening at once, then relaxing again. Taking a deep breath he realized he could smell Jackson’s scent in the sheets, the young man whose bed it actually was. Jackson, a school friend of several years, was asleep on the floor. Running a hand through his dark hair and settling into the pillow, Caleb pondered the events of the past several hours. His cock filled and lengthened, becoming fully hard within seconds. Jackson continued his slow, heavy breathing, remaining asleep a few feet away.

    It started out as a typical summer Friday night for them, hanging out at a friend’s house where a small get together turned into a larger get together, maybe fifty people in all. Somebody eventually showed up with beer, fueling the party and keeping things lively as the attendants kept watch for parents and cops. Some of them, including Jackson, had taken their shirts off, using the excuse of heat and humidity. Nobody was fooled, it was more of a ploy to show off for the girls, hoping abs, pecs, and bare skin would gain them some attention. For Jackson, well-groomed brownish hair with a hint of red and boyishly cute, he was hoping his dark tan, smooth chest, and tight build would appeal to some of the other males. Not exactly out, he’d been pushing himself to be bolder and let his friends know he was gay, then be open at school for the whole of senior year. No one else at school openly identified as gay, although rumors were passed around now and then. Jackson had been the subject of some of those rumors during junior year, which only made telling the truth seem more urgent. The first one he knew he’d tell was his best friend, Caleb. After that he’d try to figure out how to come out to his family.

    Both of them were buzzed when they headed for home at 1:00am, walking the few blocks to Jackson’s house to spend the night. Even with his parents home he knew he and Caleb could come in the back door and make their way to his room upstairs without waking them or his younger sister. Caleb had spent plenty of nights before, so his being around the next morning wouldn’t seem unusual.

    The bedroom was dark as they entered, but quickly illuminated when Jackson clicked on a small desk lamp in the corner. To lessen the glare he tilted the shade to one side, producing long, dark shadows along the floor and walls. As Jackson watched, his friend casually stripped to his boxer briefs. Jackson did the same, tossing his clothes onto an existing pile in the corner. Jackson positioned himself on the bed while Caleb slumped down in a nearby chair. Their conversation during the walk home hadn’t amounted to much, mostly general chit-chat about girls at the party, school starting in another month, and theories about the disappearance of another friend, Kevin, who’d left the party early for some reason. Caleb yawned wide, then broke the silence.

    ‘What was it you wanted to tell me?’ Caleb asked, remembering a comment Jackson had made hours earlier at the party.

    ‘Huh?’ Jackson snapped, suddenly nervous.

    ‘You said you had something you wanted to tell me later,’ Caleb reminded his friend. ‘So, dude, it’s later; what is it?’

    Jackson knew it was time, but still had difficulty saying it out loud, something he’d not done before except in front of his bedroom mirror. Suddenly, he heard his own voice, helped along by the beer buzz. It sounded like he was listening to someone else say it. ‘Oh, uh, yeah’I’m gay.’

    Caleb stared ahead in his own slight fog, letting the words sink into his brain. A smile spread over his face, followed by a low laugh. ‘Dude,’ he said, giggling, ‘that totally makes sense.’

    ‘What the fuck does that mean?’ Jackson asked defensively, rising up from the bed.

    ‘Nothing, dude,’ Caleb shot back, ‘just that I’ve wondered sometimes. No big deal. So you like cock and taking it up the ass”

    Jackson quickly cut him off. ‘Fuck you, I’ve not done that!’

    ‘But if you’re gay maybe you want to,’ Caleb teased, rubbing his hand over his own dick tucked away in his underwear.

    Unable to resist, Jackson followed his friend’s hand as it traveled downward, seductively cupping his package. Looking back up he saw Caleb’s eyes staring back. Caleb stood up and stepped closer, as if to challenge Jackson’s resolve.

    The tension grew noticeably as Caleb spoke up, his voice low. ‘You remember that time last summer, at the pool, watching the girls and joking about who’d be the best fuck? We ended up back here so horny we jacked off?’

    ‘That’s the first time I’d seen another cock,’ Jackson confessed.

    ‘Me, too.’ Caleb moved his hand away from his crotch as an advancing bulge began to form.

    Jackson looked at his friend and felt his own appendage surge. ‘I guess we’re both horny again.’

    Caleb’s meat bounced upwards as his thumb hooked behind the waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing the material away from his tight stomach.

    ‘You want to’?’ Jackson whispered.

    ‘Yeah, cool,’ Caleb whispered in return. ‘You first,’ nodding toward Jackson’s only article of clothing.

    Nervously, Jackson pulled down his briefs, his released cock slapping against his stomach. Its length went almost to his navel, crossing the boundary of his dark tan line. A trimmed tuft of sandy brown hair stood at the base of his cock, but otherwise he was smooth. Caleb proceeded to undress, revealing more of the same pale skin that covered the rest of his body, interrupted by a mat of dark hair surrounding his genitals. Sparse, wiry hairs grew from his good sized balls, his cock standing out a perfect forty-five degree angle above them.

    Wordlessly, both sat down on the bed, bare feet on the floor in front of them, Caleb near the head and Jackson near the foot.

    Jackson started first as he moved his left hand to his cock and began a light stroking motion. Caleb immediately followed suit with his right hand. Both alternated looking into each other’s eyes and staring at each other’s cock, watching the movement of their hands and bodies. Jackson leaned back causing his abs to pop out, six slight mounds across his lean midsection. His stroking became a little faster. Caleb maintained his rhythm for a minute, but then slowed.

    ‘Dude,’ Caleb whispered almost too low to hear. ‘Jackson, dude,’ he repeated.

    Turning his eyes back toward Caleb’s face, Jackson saw an expression of lust coupled with curiosity. ‘What?’ he asked.

    Sheepishly, Caleb asked, ‘So, um’uh’being gay means you suck cock, right?’

    Jackson’s eyes widened at the perceived suggestion, his mouth suddenly wet with spit, salivating like a hungry dog. He hesitated, but coaxed himself to answer truthfully. ‘I haven’t done’I want to.’

    The idea had Caleb horny as hell, the chance to do more than just stroke out a load. ‘Can you suck my cock?’

    Jackson didn’t answer as his eyes dropped back down to Caleb’s hard dick. The vision floated in Jackson’s hormone flooded brain, a hard, warm piece of meat to lick, taste, and enjoy. He almost drooled, but caught himself just in time. He stopped jacking and moved closer to Caleb, tentatively reaching out to touch another guy’s cock for the first time. Caleb moved his own hand away and leaned back on his elbows. As Jackson’s fingers wrapped around the object of his desire, a wave of lust shot through him, reinforcing the idea of having a dick in his mouth. Bending over to the side Jackson brought his mouth within reach of Caleb’s cock. The waft of smells permeated his mind, washing away all remaining inhibitions. Instinctively his tongue emerged and lightly flicked the spongy head, followed by a lick around the ridge, and finally his lips sliding over the entire bulb. Pulling back up, he went down again, this time taking two inches of cock into his mouth, letting it slide over his tongue. Repeating the same motion, he took even more, then more still, stopping as the cock head hit the back of his throat.

    ‘Fuck, dude,’ Caleb moaned softly as the warm, wet sensations raced along the length of his bone.

    Jackson rose from the bed and moved in between Caleb’s legs, pushing them apart far enough so he could kneel on the floor, his mouth and hand never losing contact with Caleb’s pulsing erection. Jackson’s own cock was harder than ever, almost to the point of pain. In the new position he could more easily stroke and suck the length of Caleb’s cock, getting a definite rhythm going.

    Caleb continued to moan, willing himself to keeping the noise at a minimum, holding pleasurable groans and sounds deep within his chest. He was surprised when Jackson suddenly pulled off.

    ‘Shit, dude, don’t stop!’ Caleb begged.

    ‘You like that?’ Jackson asked, honestly wanting to know if his blowjob was any good.

    ‘Fuck yeah. Suck it, dude!’

    ‘I will,’ Jackson reassured his buddy as he stretched his jaw, a drop of spit falling from his wet chin. ‘Just have to rest a bit.’

    Caleb continued to watch the action as Jackson casually slid his hand up and down the wet cock inches from his face. A few seconds later the hot cylinder was back in Jackson’s mouth, his head bobbing up and down, slurping the flesh of his best friend.

    After another few minutes Caleb knew it was almost over, warning, ‘Dude, I’m so close’can I cum’you know, in your mouth?’

    Jackson couldn’t answer, his mouth was too busy. Looking up past Caleb’s stomach and chest, he glanced into Caleb’s eyes and nodded as best he could.

    As Caleb’s switch tripped his hips began to thrust automatically, forcing his cock to the back of Jackson’s throat, abs clenched as he rolled up and forward, slapping a hand against the back of Jackson’s head, trapping his best friend’s mouth over the erupting cock. His other hand was over his own mouth stifling a long, loud, ‘FUUUUUCK!’

    All Jackson could do was swallow, again and again, feeling Caleb’s hot shots splatter into his mouth. He gained just enough leverage to back off enough to stop gagging.

    As his orgasm subsided, Caleb released his grip on Jackson’s head, allowing him to pull away. ‘Fuck, dude, I didn’t mean to hurt”

    Jackson cut him short. ‘No, it’s ok. Kind of hot, actually. You were so intense.’ He coughed and swallowed again, still feeling a slimy coating over his tongue and teeth, a bitter aftertaste spreading throughout his mouth.

    Caleb glanced down and saw Jackson’s dick, hard as ever, but also shiny. ‘Did you unload?’ he asked.

    Jackson stood up as he answered, ‘No, but I fucking need to.’ His cock was wet with precum, spread around as he’d jacked himself, continuing its slow oozing from the tip and sliding downward, almost dripping from his tight, smooth balls. Caleb’s face was mere inches from Jackson’s dripping dick, but he made no move toward it. Slowly, Jackson edged his cock toward Caleb’s mouth.

    ‘Fuck, dude’no, I can’t,’ Caleb said seriously, his wide open eyes turning away.

    Jackson stepped back abruptly, unsure of his immediate feelings. He’d assumed Caleb would help him out, but now he felt dejected. All he could muster was a weak, ‘Oh’ok.’

    As good as Caleb had felt just minutes earlier, he now felt bad for his buddy. He had strong feelings for Jackson, but not the same feelings Jackson had toward him. Still, the disappointment in Jackson’s voice made Caleb respond. ‘Dude, I can’t suck you,’ he explained, ‘but how about this?’ Reaching out, Caleb wrapped his fingers around Jackson’s slick cock and began to stroke.

    A jolt of excitement raced from Jackson’s cock to his head, snapping his eyes shut, but his mouth open. For now, the hand job was good enough.

    Sensing what was happening, Caleb stroked faster, lightly squeezing the cock in his hand, well lubricated from all of Jackson’s precum. Only seconds passed before Caleb felt a sudden new surge and final stiffening of his friend’s erection.

    ‘Ahhh’yeah’fuck’fuck’fuck’!’ Jackson squealed, his words synchronized with each blast of sperm. Unable to keep his balance, he leaned forward, placing his hands on Caleb’s shoulders. Caleb continued to stroke as multiple, thick, white streams of fluid ejected from Jackson’s cock, splattering across Caleb’s chest and stomach even as he tried to avoid them. As the globs became smaller Caleb slowed his hand, just like he did when he jacked himself off, wary of being oversensitive. Even so, Jackson began to pull away, withdrawing his still-hard dick from Caleb’s slippery grip.

    Looking once again into his buddy’s eyes, Jackson stared briefly, adding a simple, ‘Thanks,’ before taking a deep breath and looking around for a towel to wipe up the mess.

    A small smile crossed Caleb’s lips, ‘No problem, dude.’

    Little else was said between the two boys after they’d cleaned up Jackson’s load, thoughts crisscrossing through their respective minds about what they’d done and what it meant, if it meant anything at all. As always when Caleb had spent the night, he took the double bed while Jackson made due with a comforter and a pillow on the floor.

    Now, with the morning light stabbing at them around the edges of the curtains, Caleb was awake and thinking about it all again, hard as a rock under the thin sheet.

    Later on, after Jackson woke up, the two boys took turns in the shower, rinsing off dried spit, cum, and sweat. Neither one mentioned what had happened, continuing as they always had, bantering back and forth as best friends do. Pulling on just enough clothes to not offend any of Jackson’s family, they moved downstairs to gather up cereal, milk, and toast for breakfast, sitting in front of the TV as they ate.

    Around 11:00 Jackson’s parents announced they were headed out to visit friends across town, not expecting to be back until dinner. On the way they were dropping his little sister at a play date for the afternoon. The two would be on their own for several hours, exchanging glances between them acknowledging their freedom. They continued watching TV until the phone rang half an hour later. It was Kevin, the friend who’d disappeared from last night’s party, sounding perturbed.

    ‘No,’ Jackson explained over the phone, ‘it’s just me and Caleb. That’s cool. Ok, see you.’ Jackson related the brief conversation to Caleb, but couldn’t guess what Kevin was upset over.

    Kevin’s car pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. As they watched from the front door, the two boys saw him open the trunk and retrieve a six pack of beer, most likely taken when he left the party. Kevin walked quickly to the house, shielding his prize as best he could. Wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, cotton pull-on shorts, and flip-flops, he gave off the perfect air of a high school jock. That’s where his priorities were, more concerned with sports than grades, paying little attention to anything else, except for maybe his girlfriend, Beth. She’d been at the party, too, but had not left with Kevin, a fact unknown to Jackson or Caleb.

    With only a curt, ‘Hey,’ Kevin entered the house and immediately popped open a beer. Half the can was gone before he took a breath. Jackson passed when Kevin offered him one, knowing all hell would break loose if his parents came home and smelled beer on him. Caleb accepted.

    The three exchanged small talk as Kevin finished the first beer and started a second, Caleb nursing his slowly.

    The conversation took on a more serious tone when Jackson casually asked about Beth.

    ‘Fuck if I know,’ Kevin answered angrily.

    ‘Something happen last night?’ asked Caleb, curious.

    Feeling the beer wind through his system, Kevin opened up, sounding strangely embarrassed, focused on the wall across from where he sat. ‘Last night, at the party, I was watching the game,’ he started, ‘a bunch of us in front of that sweet big screen plasma they got, and she comes in and says she wants to go; says she’s horny. It’s, like, the middle of the third quarter, and I said, ‘I’m watching this,’ and she says”

    After a long pause, Caleb prodded, ‘What, dude?’

    Downing a large portion of his second beer, Kevin finally continued, ‘She says, ‘I swear, Kevin, you’re gay sometimes,’ out loud to everybody.’

    Jackson sat silently as he watched a smile spread across Caleb’s face, followed by a laugh.

    ‘What’s so fucking funny?’ Kevin mouthed in Caleb’s direction. ‘You think I’m queer? Fuck that shit!’

    ‘Then why didn’t you fuck her?’ Caleb laughingly inquired.

    ‘I was watching the fucking game, asshole!’

    ‘You passed up pussy for a game? Maybe you are queer,’ Caleb teased.

    ‘Fuck you, Caleb.’

    ‘No, fuck you, Kev. Fuck your ass to find out if you’re queer.’

    Caleb flinched as Kevin jumped up, but quickly realized he was only headed to the bathroom.

    Halfway down the hall came another hefty, ‘Fuck you, Caleb,’ eliciting another round of laughter.

    ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Jackson whispered fearfully.

    ‘Don’t worry, dude, you’re safe,’ Caleb reassured. ‘He’s a goof. Play along and you might get some ass.’

    ‘What!?’ Jackson asked, not following.

    ‘Pay attention and go with it,’ explained Caleb just before Kevin reappeared and pulled a third beer from the quickly dwindling supply.

    A few moments passed in silence before Caleb started again. ‘I’m totally serious, dude. I heard that only gay guys like to get fucked. So if you get fucked and don’t like it then it proves you’re not queer.’

    Jackson couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

    ‘That’s bullshit,’ stated Kevin, slightly slurred. ‘I never heard that.’

    ‘You’ve not heard a lot of things. It’s true, dude.’

    From the look on Kevin’s face the other two boys could tell he was thinking about it, if only out of desperation to prove he was straight.

    Caleb felt some encouragement was necessary, knowing what argument would appeal to Kevin’s sensibilities. ‘You could prove it to Beth and let her know who’s boss.’

    ‘Yeah,’ agreed Kevin, sliding deeper into his beer buzz. ‘I mean, maybe. Fuck.’

    ‘Come on, dude, just do it.’

    ‘You’re being quiet, Jackson,’ Kevin pointed out. ‘What about it?’

    Unsure, Jackson glanced at Caleb, then looked at Kevin. ‘Uh’yeah, I’ve heard that, too.’ Thoughts began to creep into his head about fucking Kevin, something he’d not considered before. Not usually a big fan of jocks, he had to admit that Kevin was kind of hot, feeling the first small twinges of a hardon beginning. He couldn’t believe that Kevin would be gullible enough to actually go for it.

    They didn’t know if it was the beer or the threat to Kevin’s self image, but something pushed him over the edge.

    ‘How the fuck do we do this?’ Kevin blurted.

    ‘It’s easy, dude,’ Caleb instructed. ‘Just bend over and take it.’

    Jackson knew from his own limited experimentation that it wouldn’t be that simple, but didn’t want to give too much away and look like the resident expert. ‘Uh’I think you’ll need some lube, or something. You can’t just shove it in.’

    Kevin looked at Jackson as if he wanted to ask a question, but instead took another long swig of beer.

    ‘I think Jackson is right, no reason to get hurt,’ Caleb piped in.

    Kevin moved to stand up, wobbled slightly, then turned to Caleb. ‘If you say one fucking word to anybody about putting your dick up my ass I will fucking rip your nuts off.’

    ‘Hold on, dude,’ said Caleb. ‘Not me, Jackson’s gonna do it.’

    Jackson’s eyes went wide again as Kevin turned toward him. ‘That goes for you, too.’

    ‘Why me?’ asked Jackson, looking past Kevin to Caleb.

    ‘Because I brought it up,’ Caleb answered, ‘and if I do it Kevin will think I’m gay for his ass.’

    ‘You queer, Caleb?’ Kevin asked, drawn into the web a little further.

    ‘No way, dude.’

    Satisfied for the moment, Kevin didn’t bother to ask Jackson if he was queer. All three were now standing, unsure how to progress.

    ‘I think we should go to my room,’ Jackson offered. ‘More private.’

    Without further discussion, Kevin moved toward the stairs, his bare feet shuffling along, another sign of his alcohol in-take. Jackson and Caleb followed, making sure he didn’t fall.

    As they approached Jackson’s room Caleb whispered in Jackson’s ear, ‘You have some lube, dude? I don’t think spit’s gonna work.’

    Jackson nodded. Shutting the door behind them, he walked to his desk and pulled out a small plastic food container.

    Kevin looked disgusted. ‘What the fuck is that?’

    ‘It’s’uh,’ Jackson blushed, ‘Crisco.’

    Caleb burst out laughing. ‘Dude, you’re going to fuck his ass, not fry it!’

    ‘Hey,’ Jackson defended himself, ‘it works. I use it to jack off.’

    As Caleb continued to chuckle, Kevin wrinkled his nose. ‘TMI. Fuck.’

    For several moments all three stood around near the bed, nobody wanting to make the first move.

    ‘Well?’ Kevin asked, looking from one to the other.

    ‘I guess first thing,’ Caleb thought out loud, ‘get naked.’

    Kevin quickly pulled his shirt off over his head revealing a muscular, well defined chest, his pecs covered with a small amount of hair. Moving to push his shorts down, he stopped just as the waistband reached the top of his bush. ‘I swear I will kill you,’ he threatened once again, then removed both his shorts and jock-style briefs in one motion. Jackson watched the boy’s dick and balls jiggle as he kicked the clothing away from his feet.

    ‘On the bed, dude, hands and knees,’ directed Caleb. Without discussion or protest Kevin climbed onto the bed, his ass the same elevation as Jackson’s cock. Caleb had noticed the growing bulge in his buddy’s shorts. ‘You, too, Jackson, strip off and stand behind him.’

    Nervous, but willing and curious to see what it would feel like, Jackson slid down his own shorts and pulled off his shirt. He hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear. Free of its restraint, Jackson’s cock stood up in front of him. Jackson took the opportunity to get a good look at the boy in front of him. Muscular shoulders and back tapered to a solid waistline, curving into two hard globes of muscle sprinkled with fine hair, split by a much hairier ass crack, with two muscular, hairy legs supporting it all. Jackson’s cock throbbed, forcing out a first drop of precum.

    Kevin’s voice broke Jackson’s trance. ‘I don’t have all day. Goddamn.’

    Jackson turned his head far enough to glance back at Caleb who was standing two feet behind and to the side of Jackson’s position, giving him a prime view of what was about to happen. Caleb’s shorts now also sported a growing bulge.

    Again, Caleb provided the choreography. ‘Put some Crisco on his ass and your cock, then push it in. Kevin, hold still.’

    ‘No shit,’ added Kevin. ‘I’m not riding your dick for you.’

    Wordlessly, Jackson dipped two fingers into the slippery, white substance. Placing his fingers just short of Kevin’s hole, he said, ‘You might feel some pressure.’

    ‘Stop playing doctor,’ spewed Kevin, ‘and FUCKING DO IT!’

    Jackson pushed firmly, surprised at how easily both fingers went in, then felt a tight squeeze as Kevin’s ass responded.

    ‘Fuck,’ Kevin hissed. ‘I can’t be gay ’cause this hurts like hell!’

    Jackson pulled away his hand, approaching a second time with only his middle finger. This time was much smoother and deeper. Kevin grunted, but didn’t say anything. Jackson continued an in and out motion for a few seconds before removing his hand again. Stepping up close to the ass before him, Jackson smeared Crisco across the head of his cock, then up and down the length. The sensations in his cock were crazy, driving him to get inside Kevin as soon as possible.

    Jackson gave Kevin a short warning, ‘Ok,’ as he lined up his cock and pushed. Nothing happened. Adjusting his stance and feeling his way along with the head of his cock, he pressed again. This time a definite opening began to accept his bone. The tight flesh of Kevin’s asshole slowly relaxed, allowing more and more of Jackson to enter at an agonizing pace. By the time the head of his cock was in, Jackson was fighting to not plunge in all the way all at once.

    From behind them they heard Caleb clear his throat. ‘Keep going, dude, he has to take it all the way.’

    Kevin began to pant as he felt the cock work its way inside, trying to relax and let it happen, proving he wasn’t gay. Right now he hated Beth.

    ‘How much is left?’ Kevin panted.

    ‘About half, three inches,’ Jackson informed him.

    As Kevin continued his breathing rhythm, Jackson felt less resistance and pushed harder, bottoming out as the short hairs of his trimmed pubes brushed against the top of Kevin’s furry crack.

    ‘That’s it,’ Jackson announced. ‘I’m all in.’ Warm, undulating contractions rippled along the length of his cock, odd at first, but compelling. As much as he wanted to, Jackson held off on moving in and out of Kevin’s accepting hole.

    ‘YES!’ said Kevin triumphantly. ‘I’m not queer!’

    ‘Hold on, dude,’ Caleb interjected. ‘You haven’t been fucked yet.’

    Kevin turned his head to find Caleb, but held his place on the bed, Jackson’s cock still firmly buried up his ass.

    ‘What the fuck?! You said this proved I’m not queer!’

    ‘I said if you got fucked and didn’t like it you’re not queer,’ corrected Caleb. ‘Jackson hasn’t fucked you yet.’

    ‘He’s in my ass!’

    ‘In your ass isn’t fucking!’

    ‘Goddamn it!’ Kevin barked.

    ‘Fuck him, Jackson! Prove he’s not queer!’

    Jackson began a slow pull back, keeping the head of his cock lodged inside, then reversed and pushed back in. He could feel Kevin’s ass taking his whole cock much easier now. Continuing to move in and out, a little faster each time, he reached a steady fuck motion. Now it was Jackson’s turn to pant. The feelings along his cock were wild, driving his body along. The sound of sweating skin slapping together became noticeable as Jackson’s hips collided with Kevin’s ass cheeks.

    ‘Now you’re getting fucked,’ confirmed Caleb. Moving to the side, he looked under Kevin’s stomach. ‘What do you know, Kevin, you’re hard.’

    Kevin replied with a small whine. ‘Fuck, I can’t help it. I don’t want to be gay. Fuck!’

    Just then Caleb came up with a rescue plan. ‘Dude, you aren’t queer unless you cum. That’s the rule.’

    ‘Fuck yeah!’ agreed Kevin. ‘I haven’t shot!’

    Jackson, however, couldn’t hold out. ‘Fuck! Fuck! I can’t stop it!’

    ‘NO FUCKING WAY!’ demanded Kevin, pulling apart from Jackson just as the first volley of cum raced up the inside of his cock.

    As the two boys disconnected Jackson swiftly replaced Kevin’s slippery, tight ass with a greasy hand, blowing a large blob of jizz across Kevin’s ass before he could get far enough away. The rest of Jackson’s load fired into the sheets leaving a well spaced pattern of wet blotches from one side of the bed to the other.

    Unceremoniously, Kevin wiped the cum off his ass with the corner of the sheet. His cock was hard, but dry.

    ‘YES!’ Kevin crowed. ‘Not a drop of juice, motherfuckers. I’m straight!’

    Caleb smiled. ‘Yep, you’re straight, dude. No doubt about it.’

    Within ten minutes Kevin was dressed and out the door, roaring out of the driveway on his way to see Beth, his shorts tented out by his still-hard dick.

    ‘So, how was it?’ Caleb asked, smiling.

    Jackson was still naked, planning on taking a shower. ‘I don’t know’wild’hot,’ he tried to describe, blushing.

    ‘Looked hot from where I was,’ Caleb grinned.

    As Jackson took a step toward the bathroom Caleb grabbed his arm. ‘Hold on, dude,’ Caleb said playfully, pulling Jackson back toward the bed.

    ‘Hey!’ Jackson squealed, landing on his back in the wet spots. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Watching Caleb pull off his clothes, Jackson saw his buddy’s cock, as hard and long and captivating as it had been the night before. His own cock began to stir again.

    ‘What am I doing?’ Caleb teased as he reached for the Crisco. ‘I’m going to find out if you’re REALLY gay.’


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  • Anal Patrol

    One night, I was driving my Ford in an empty highway. I was so eager to arrive at my destination that I was going really fast, way past the speed limit. Suddenly, I heard a siren and saw a patrol car right behind me. When I turned around and looked back, the policeman gave me a signal to pull over. I obeyed, cursing my damn luck.

    When he approached my vehicle, he asked for my license and registration. I gave him the appropriate papers but he ordered me to step out of the car. I was a little bit worried because we were alone in the middle of nowhere and he was a well-built, black guy. It was summertime, so I was wearing just a pair of tennis shorts and no underwear.

    ‘Spread your legs and bend over the hood!’ he shouted.

    Once again, I followed his orders without asking why. Then, he pulled out his truncheon and started rubbing it against my ass. When it reached my asshole, I said:

    ‘Is this all you got, officer?’

    ‘Shut up!’ he said and with an abrupt move he grabbed my neck and forced me to kneel before him. He pulled down his pants and took out a massive, black cock.

    ‘Suck my dick, boy!’ he yelled.

    He didn’t have to ask me twice. I took his tool in my mouth right away, sucking as hard as I could. I licked his cock-head and his balls. He was having the time of his life, fucking my mouth. As I deep-throated his cock, I squeezed his balls, so as to make him even hornier. A few moments later, he pulled his rod out of my mouth and ordered me to turn around. As I bent over once more, he pulled down my shorts and started jerking off at the sight of my bare ass.

    ‘I’m gonna fuck you real good and you’re gonna beg for more!’ he said.

    I grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide open, in order to tease him. That was the last straw for him. With a violent move, he pushed his shaft against my tight hole.

    ‘Fuck me! Fuck my ass!’ I screamed.

    His big cock was stretching me out and his balls slapped loudly against my butt. In a frenzy of lust, he began to slap my ass really hard as he fucked me. I urged him not to stop.

    ‘Go, motherfucker, go! Give me all you got! Harder, harder!’

    The policeman had thrust every inch of his large dick inside my ass. When I realized that he was about to cum I yelled:

    ‘Cum on my ass!’

    With a loud howl, he shot his load on my ass. When he was through, he slapped my ass with his cock, three or four times. I could feel his hot cum on my asshole.

    I thought that my nocturnal adventure was over but the policeman had other plans. He went to his car and activated the CB radio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Ten minutes later, a police van arrived out of the blue. Two black officers came out and ordered me to get inside the back of the van. They closed the doors and began undressing themselves. I knew what was about to happen and I was really excited. I was already naked and I looked at their large cocks. The patrol officer drove off; he was really exhausted.

    This time, they didn’t have to give me any orders. I grabbed both their shafts and started sucking them by turns. They were surprised and erected at the same time. Suddenly, one of them got down on his knees and grabbed my ass. It was time for some back door action. I kept sucking the other man’s rod, as his colleague rubbed his cock on my ass. I was eager to be fucked again, so I said:

    ‘What are you waiting for? Shove your huge cock up my ass!’

    The black stallion thrust his tool inside me all at once. I relaxed for a moment and then I squeezed his dick in my asshole. He really liked that. As he started pushing his cock in and out of my ass, I screamed:

    ‘Faster! Deeper!’

    Realizing that the other cop wanted a piece of my ass, I suggested that we changed positions. Now, the buttfucker was in my mouth and the other guy was fucking my ass lying on the floor. As I mounted his rod, I moaned with pleasure, ruthlessly sucking the other man’s cock and rubbing his balls.

    After a while, we changed positions for one final time. The first cop kept fucking my mouth, while the other had got up from the floor and was pounding my tight hole doggy-style. Each man had developed a powerful rhythm. One of them was fucking my ass, shoving his shaft deeper and deeper; the other was fucking my mouth with his balls slapping against my chin. When they told me that they were about to cum, I said:

    ‘Cum inside my wet mouth! Spread your hot cream inside my ass!’

    Simultaneously, they pulled out of my mouth and my ass and started jerking off. Soon, I would be full of cum. The guy in front of me screamed:

    ‘Open your mouth!’

    I obeyed and, a few seconds later, he shoved his rod inside my mouth and filled it with his hot fluid. I swallowed every drop and kept sucking him. Soon afterwards, the other man shouted:

    ‘Stretch your asshole, here I cum!’

    Instantly, he spread my cheeks and pushed his cock inside me with a violent thrust, filling my ass with his cum. His tool exploded inside me and I felt his cum burning my asshole.

    In the end, we were all very tired and satiated. Another ‘hard’ day was over for the ‘Anal Patrol!’

  • Best Friends again

    Kirk stepped back, and wiped his forehead with the greasy rag, as he stared down at the engine. His eyes carefully examined it all, until he leaned around the open hood and signalled for Brent to turn it over. He bit his lower lip as he heard the starter engage, then the rumble, then finally the purr as the motor turned over and ran smoothly in a soft idle. His face broke out into a smile, as he reached up and slammed the hood down, feeling rather pleased with himself, as Brent gunned the motor a couple of times, then shut it off.

    Climbing out of the driver’s side, Kirk couldn’t help but notice how excited his friend was, and he knew too, it was due to his luck, his knack with motors. He had known Brent for ages it seemed, from when they were little rug rats actually, playing in each other’s sandboxes, and as they grew up, they never seemed to be apart, until lately.

    Many used to think of them as brothers, not just from their similar looks, but at how they were always together. It was almost as if they were brothers, even when they were in High School, they were inseparable. When Brent dated a cheerleader, he dated her best friend, when he tried out for the football team, so did Brent.

    Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away. He didn’t even try to follow, but they kept in touch, and now here they were, together again. The call had been a surprise, and it had given him a rather naughty feeling inside, hearing his friend’s voice again. He always had those thoughts about Brent, and at times wondered if Brent didn’t have them about him too.

    Looking at the wide grin on his face, he felt rather aroused too. It hadn’t been all that long since they had seen each other, but it seemed like ages to him. He missed their time jogging together, or hitting the bars together, though he did prefer a different type of bar, than what he thought Brent would be comfortable at.

    The thought that maybe Brent had found out about him had crossed his mind. He had to admit, it would make him withdraw, but right now all he could think of was how good it was to see him again. He hadn’t really changed much. Brent was still a stud, had that wild look that would drive the girls, and him, crazy. The way he would toss his hair, and stare, was a trademark of his. It had gotten him quite a few dates, that never ended with just a kiss. Least the way he told it.

    Still in some ways, Brent was more of the shy type too. Together, whether it was in the locker room or down by the lake, he rarely would undress in front of him. Now he, well he wasn’t bashful, he would strip in a second, and maybe that was the tip off? He usually had a semi hard dick, and maybe Brent had tweaked to the fact that it was because of him?

    It wasn’t like he put any moves on him either, though he wished he had. There had been times, when he could have said something, but had been too tongue tied, too nervous. Yet even all the times they had been together, he still didn’t have a good clear image of what his best friend looked like naked.

    Oh he had seen him without a shirt or pants on, and could tell he wasn’t exactly sporting a tiny dick either. He knew he had fair sized balls, and his ass was definitely one he wouldn’t mind spreading apart and exploring, but as to the exact image, well that was something he could only guess at. He had seen the odd glimpse of the bare ass, but never his dick. Hell he didn’t know if he was even cut or not, and while he had the suspicion that he was uncut, it was only in his dreams that he let his mind explore that scenario.

    He jumped a little, as the door slammed shut, and looked up to see his friend. God, how he would like to tell him, to let him know how much he liked him, wanted him too. Thinking of Brent that way, was making him uncomfortable, as it was giving him a rather tell tale bulge in his pants. As he looked over at his friend, he could see his blue eyes dart down, checking him out, then quickly glance away, to stare out at the surrounding trees.

    ‘You are a lifesaver man.’

    ‘Lucky is all’

    ‘Yeah you always had luck with stuff mechanical, I been working on this piece of shit for a month now. You take a couple of hours, and it purrs like a kitten.’

    ‘Wasn’t that hard, you’d have gotten there soon enough.’

    ‘I owe you bud.’

    ‘Nah, it’s cool.’

    ‘No, serious man, I owe you, I really need to have it running, only wheels I got, and stuck out here, in the boonies, you gotta have wheels.’

    ‘I would guess so, but it’s okay, anything for a friend.’

    ‘Come on man, you drove all the way out here, there has to be something I can do for you, I am serious man, I owe you big time. Besides, you know me, you know how I am, about this kind of stuff.’

    Looking at his friend, he knew exactly what he meant. Brent was anal about keeping the account squared with people. He would go out of his way, to make sure he never owed anyone, not money, not favours even. It was the one thing, other than his yen for him, that always caused friction between them. If Brent figured he owed him, he’d make damn sure to keep harping on it, until the debt was paid off.

    ‘No big deal, besides it was good to see you again.’

    ‘Come on Kirk, there has to be something you want, that I can give you, or do for you.’

    Maybe it was his imagination, but when he had said it, he had stared right at Kirk’s crotch, and then at his own, before looking up into Kirk’s face. The way his eyes looked, how he suddenly tossed his hair, just as he used to do when on the prowl, made his heart quake a bit. God, if he only had the nerve to say it, to speak the words.

    ‘No man, it’s okay.’

    ‘Bull, we been friends a long time, ever since kindergarten, so don’t give me there isn’t anything, I know you Kirk, so spill it.’

    He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. Instead he watched as his friend walked slowly over to the aged picnic table, and sat down on the top. He reached into the old cooler, one that had been to many little camp outs, little jaunts to the lake. Staring at his friend, he couldn’t help but admire his looks. He still had it, even at the old age of 19, and the way the sweat made his bare chest glisten, was a total turn on for him too.

    So he was a pervert, or at least a day dreamer. Brent always liked being shirtless, today being no different, and the conversation certainly had Kirk’s imagination running wild. Then too, those firm nipples, the small tuft of blond hair down his chest, all made him ache inside, but he couldn’t say it, as much as he wanted to.

    ‘Well, you can give me a beer.’

    Brent reached inside the cooler and tossed Kirk a cold can of beer. As he did Kirk couldn’t help but notice how he was staring at him, as if he knew, and was just waiting for him to say something. No way could he know, but at this moment, the way his eyes stared at him, he was damn sure he did.

    ‘We been friends for a long time, haven’t we Kirk?’

    ‘Huh? Yeah, you know we have.’

    ‘So, what’s the big deal then?’

    ‘Big deal? What you blabbering about Brent.’

    ‘Why don’t you just come out and tell me what you want, you know I am gonna keep on pestering you until you do, so why waste time?’

    He was playing for time, as he popped open the beer, and took a long swig of it. His eyes noticed how Brent had his legs apart, at how his basket filled the jeans just as he remembered. Yeah, he knew him, wished he knew him better too, but not in the way Brent was thinking, or was he?

    Looking up at his face, he could see how his eyes were soft looking, waiting patiently for him to reply. How his bare suntanned arms rested on the table top, as he leaned back on them. It was typical Brent, to be so at ease, and yet Kirk knew he wasn’t. He knew his friend, knew the signs, as well as Kirk did.

    ‘I wanna suck you off.’

    Even as he said it, he felt like the world had stopped turning on its axis. His eyes were lowered, but cast upwards over the top of the beer can. He waited, nervous, sweat beading up on his forehead, and not from the sun either. He couldn’t believe he had said it like that, and as he waited, wondering if he could make it to his car before Brent got a hold of him.

    The silence was killing him, as was the strange look that Brent was giving him. It wasn’t like he had moved a muscle since he blurted it out, not even batted an eyelash. Everything seemed so quiet, so still, that he felt like turning and just running to his car, to escape the moment. Yet, as much as he wanted to run, he couldn’t.

    He felt like he was glued to the ground, as he stood there, waiting for what he knew would be nothing less than a few harsh words. It was as if he was waiting for sentence to be passed on him, for committing some crime, as the silence grew even more intolerable. Looking up at Brent, his fist tightening around the beer can, he tried to not show his fear.

    ‘That what you really want?’

    The voice was soft, no hint of anger or even disappointment in it. Just sort of matter of fact, as if it was no big deal. Kirk merely nodded as he stood there, unsure what would happen next.

    ‘I have to do anything? Other than uh, cum?’

    ‘No, nothing.’

    Brent turned slightly, as he reached for another can of beer out of the cooler. He kept his face towards Kirk, as he fumbled in the cooler for the can, then as he brought it out, he hesitated for a second, before he popped the lid open. He took a long drink of it, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

    ‘Okay, I am ready.’

    ‘Uh, you sure? I mean..’

    ‘I am sure.’

    It was like walking through quicksand, as he slowly moved over towards the picnic table and Brent. The way his legs sort of drew him closer, the tight full basket beckoning him closer. He could feel his sweat dripping down, and he wiped his forehead, while looking at his friend. There wasn’t any expression really on his face, sort of a blank stare really, yet it wasn’t menacing.

    For one brief second, he thought it might be a trap, to get him closer so Brent could grab him, and wail on him, but he knew Brent, that wasn’t his style. Yet as he drew closer, he could feel his heart skipping a few beats, but he wasn’t sure if it was from fear, or excitement.

    At last he was in arm’s reach, and he could see a small little quiver in the legs, as he stared at his friend’s crotch. How inviting it looked, how long he had waited to see what was behind that bulging basket. Now he would find out, as he looked up into Brent’s face. He saw the eyes, a bit of a sparkle, a bit of excitement maybe? He wasn’t sure, as he stood next to the table, between the spread open legs.

    He sighed, as he looked up at Brent. He could feel his own body being excited, feel the press of his hard dick against the constraints of his shorts and pants. Looking down, he licked his lips as he let one hand move outwards, to undo the button. Kirk could feel the trembling of his fingers and glancing up, he saw the eyes, the way they seemed to smile, as if to reassure him.

    ‘Sure?’

    Brent just nodded as he pushed his body a bit closer, opening his legs a tad wider. He too licked his lips, and Kirk could feel his eyes boring into his, watching him closely as the fingers moved and touched the waistband of Brent’s pants. They quivered, as he felt the warm skin of Brent’s belly against the knuckles.

    It took him a few seconds, but he finally managed to undo the button, then unzip the pants. He was breathing hard, as he stared at the faded blue shorts, and the little bulge it showed. He licked his lips again, feeling how dry they suddenly were, as he took hold of the pants, and the shorts, then looked upwards. The eyes were still staring right at him, not moving away or anything.

    He swallowed some saliva, as he glanced back down, and began to pull the pants and shorts. Brent lifted his hips up off the table, to let the clothing slide out from under him, and in no time Kirk had them down to the knees. Stepping back a bit, he then bent down, and pulled them down and over the tattered dirty runners, and then held them, sort of like a trophy.

    Kirk placed them on the other side of his friend, who was now naked. His eyes moved to Brent’s groin, to stare at the soft lump of flesh that dangled between the legs. His heart was racing as he realized his friend was not circumcised. He could see the foreskin drooping over the tip, hiding the cock head. It nestled on top of two rather large testes, like it was sleeping.

    Stepping in closer, between the spread apart legs, he felt the warmth of the sun on his back, and at the stare from Brent. His hand moved in a jerking motion, towards the sleeping cock, that suddenly moved a bit. He saw it sort of wiggle, as his hand reached out to touch it.

    He felt a strange shock run through his whole body as the finger tips touched the side of the cock. The sensation made his whole body quiver, every nerve already on edge, become even more edgy, more tingly. The muscles in his throat were constricting, and in his stomach he felt a sort of tightening, along with a gurgling sound.

    Kirk glanced up, then back down. His finger tip moved lightly over the loose skin, feeling its warmth, feeling it move slightly to his touch. In a sense, he though the could feel it growing, feel it coming to life as he let his finger moved along the top of it, to touch the bristles of Brent’s pubic hairs, then to move back down the side.

    He felt the body stiffening, felt the blood starting to flow into the pole, as his fingers moved down and under the cock, to lift it up off the sac. The sac felt strangely hard, with a few hairs on it, but the underside of the cock felt silky smooth to his fingers.

    The tips of the fingers moved over the drooping foreskin, feeling the hard head beneath it. His heart was racing now, as he felt the ache in his chest, in his whole body. His legs were stiff, every muscle in his body was rock hard, as he let his thumb and forefinger circle the top of the cock and wrap around it. Kirk felt the shiver running up from the tip, but he didn’t look upwards.

    Instead he began to slide his two fingers down the pole, sliding the loose foreskin back, exposing the head for the first time to his eyes. Licking his lips, he watched it poke out, as his hand pushed into Brent’s soft groin. He let the rest of his hand now circle the cock shaft, and he slid it back upwards, until the foreskin covered the cock head again.

    Then he pulled back, exposing it once more to his eyes. He saw how full it looked, how hot it seemed to be. The slit at the tip was sort of quivering, and there was a small little dab of liquid, as he began to stroke the pole. He heard a bit of a gurgle come from above, but he ignored it, as he let his hand move up and down, making the skin grow tighter around the pole, leaving the head more exposed.

    Bending over, he leaned inwards, feeling the belly muscles tighten, as Brent sucked in his breath. He could hear it, just as he could feel his eyes boring into the top of his head. His mouth was close, and he could feel his hot breath on his fingers, that held the now trembling penis in its grip. It jerked a bit, against his hand. The color of the head was becoming deeper, more purple, as blood was rushing along the whole pole, thickening it, making it come alive to his touch.

    His hand moved a bit faster, then tightened around the cock base, holding the pole up and out from the legs. It had grown, no longer shrivelled, no longer soft. It was nearly fully hard, and he was surprised at how thick it looked, though not quite as long as he had thought. Still, it looked perfect to his eyes, as he felt the tremble inside, growing.

    The tip of his tongue flicked out, to quickly lick at the exposed cock head. He felt the jarring shock racing suddenly through his body, as the salty sweet taste of Brent’s pre cum filled his mouth. He could also feel the same tremor rolling inside of his friend, as his tongue now licked at the whole head. He tasted it all, as he rolled the tip of his tongue around the head, tasting it all.

    As his heart seemed to roar in his ears as his lungs began to struggle for air, he felt his lips touch the head, then wrap around it, tightening, as he moved his body in even closer, to where the table’s bench was digging into his lower legs.

    Kirk put his free hand on his friends thigh, feeling it shudder, then he moved it over, to fondle his dangling balls, his other hand holding the cock steady, while his mouth slowly moved down the fully erect cock. He breathed in deeply, smelling his friend’s scent, until he could smell nothing else but that aroma. His body was shaking, as his nose pressed up into Brent’s thigh, just between the leg and groin.

    His hair was brushing up against the belly, and his head was beginning to move back and forth over the hard pole, when he felt the hand on his head. He could feel the fingers clutching at his hair, wrapping several strands around the each finger. As he moved inwards, he heard the moan, felt the body shaking, as his lips tightened even more over the hot shaft.

    He began to pull back, but the hand was urging him to go back, and suddenly he felt his own body simply give in. He let the hand clutching his head guide him, and it pushed him in hard, then pulled back, then pushed again. Each time it pushed him in, Kirk felt the hips lifting up and pushing forward, so that the whole cock was impaled into his throat quicker, and deeper. Kirk could hear the constant moans now, as he let the hand provide the motion.

    His own hands were caressing the legs, and pulling the fatty thigh flesh apart, so he could get his face in closer. He felt the motion turn into a steady rhythm that made him groan. Each time he was pushed inwards, the cock would jerk against the very back of his throat, almost making him gag. His jaw was open as wide as possible, still it hurt, as if it was being pried open by something larger than it could handle. Yet in and out it went, unheeding his pain. His chest was aching, as he struggled to breath, while the hot pole was thrust in and out of his willing mouth

    The motion became faster, and he found he had both of his hands clutching at Brent’s thighs. The fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh, until they were scraping the bone. His jaw ached, as the cock seemed to be flying in, like it was powered by a hydraulic piston.

    He could barely make out the loud cries that were coming from Brent, as his own voice thundered in his ears. The wild beat of his hear, the rise and fall of his chest, and the muffled groans from his throat, helped to drown them out, or keep them off. Yet as he heard them, as the hand clutched at his hair tighter, he knew it was seconds away. He could feel the balls swell, then in that instant of time, as they suddenly deflated, he felt the jerk in his mouth. The hard thrust of the cock itself, as it seemed to just bounce inside his throat, then rear back.

    In that instant, it was suddenly rearing forward, the head fully extended, the skin taut, and the stream was like being hit by a fire hose. The hot sticky salty liquid was filling his mouth, as the loud cries of release echoed in his ears. The sounds were a mix of his and Brent’s, as the hand rammed his head into the groin, then was suddenly released, as the hips drove inwards.

    The cum filled his throat, his mouth, and even seeped out of the corners of his lips, as he struggled to not gag. Swallowing quickly, several times, he managed to take most of the first load, before the second was already streaming into his mouth. It flowed out from the corners of his mouth, down his chin as he tried to swallow faster, to not let too much escape.

    He was panting, as he leaned back on his haunches. His jaw still ached, as he felt his chest heave, as his eyes finally opened up to the glare of the sun, and to his friend. Kirk saw the chest was bathed in sweat, and that he was leaning as far back as he could on his arms, his head tilted backwards, looking up at the sky. His legs gave a bit of a jerk, as he looked back down at them.

    Kirk could see some of the already drying cum over the inner thigh, the pubic hairs matted from sweat and coated with some of the cum. He sighed, wishing he had taken it all, knowing there had been just too much. Still, he at least knew that Brent was uncut, as he slowly regained his energy.

    Standing up, he saw Brent sit back up. There wasn’t much expression on his face, as he reached over to pick up the clothes. He leaned forward, as he slowly worked the jeans over his runners, leaving his shorts on the table. He jumped off the table, to zip up and button his pants, as if he had just taken a pee or something.

    ‘I gotta go’ was all he could say, feeling rather dejected. He wasn’t sure why, but that maybe somehow Brent would have said something, instead of just acting like it was nothing. It was odd, but it wasn’t as he had imagined, as he trudged back to his car, glancing over his shoulder now and then.

    Brent was leaning on the hood of the car, watching him, but looking like nothing had just happened. It was as if those minutes when he was feeling totally connected to Brent, that it was all just a dream. In some ways he knew he was expecting too much, and yet he didn’t think Brent was unhappy at his performance. Still, not even a word, was a bit disheartening.

    Opening his car door, he turned to wave, and climb in, when Brent called out to him.

    ‘Hey, I will be working on the truck in the barn this weekend, want to come by and help me get it started?’

    Kirk froze, half way in to the car, as he turned to stare at Brent. There was a small smile on his face, and the way he stood there, his legs slightly apart, made him look extremely sexy.

    ‘That piece of shit hasn’t run since you got it’

    ‘I know, but hell, you always enjoyed a challenge.’

    ‘That’s a damn site more than a challenge’

    ‘I’d really appreciate the help Kirk.’

    The smile on his face was even larger as he said it, as if he was meaning something totally different. For a second he wanted to make some smart ass remark, about it being worth lot more than a blow job, but he thought better of it, in case he was wrong.

    ‘What time?’

    ‘Come over at 9, I’ll have breakfast ready.’

    As he said it, Brent spread his legs further apart, and put one hand inside his pants. All Kirk could do was grin, and yell he’d be over at half past eight, to help him get breakfast ready. Brent just laughed and waved.


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  • A Brother in Need

    I was 18 when this incident happened. I am in the middle of seven children and I was the one who got the shit details when they were passed out I wasn’t the youngest, which was special, and I wasn’t the Oldest, which was special. I was just kinda there somewhere in the middle.

    Well my brother ( the older one ) had gone to a College function actually a football game at the Local community college, A home game, He wasn’t on the football team he was a baseball player, But he was a good friend with most of the players on the team.

    He had taken off with a friend on his friends motorcycle, and as stupid kids did back then didn’t wear a helmet. Well they were in an accident a car full of drunk teenagers run them off the road into ditch and my brother was thrown off the cycle and down any embankment an into a tree, Broken collar bone, two broken arms, in a shoulder cast with rods to hold the arms imobile and a broken lower Left leg. thank his lucky stars that he didn’t have internal injuries, but he didn’t.

    Well guess what,, He could’t feed himself, he couldn’t bathe himself and he couldn’t even take his dick out to piss. Since I was the only one at home during the day, guess what, I got to take care of my invalid Brother.

    Wayne( thats his name) had been a typical older brother, actually a real pain in my ass, but he was my older brother and I loved him.

    Mom and Dad was gone to work, His recouperation was in it’s fifth week, and I was getting a little tired and feeling trapped, same ole, same ole, but one good thing was coming of it, Wayne was becoming more appreciative of me, and loving.

    Since I was there all the time taking care of him I had to start giving him his bath, since the nursing company had to pull out due to the lack of the insurance coverage playing out.

    Well this one day I went into his room and he was laying there in bed, his arms sticking up into the air with the rods holding them up and my older brother was asleep and the covers were kinda pulled back since he had a cast on his lower leg He didn’t have any underwear on and I got my first look at him in all his masculine beauty, He had a light covering of hair down his chest and body, nicley hairy legs and for the first time I saw his balls and cock, Damn he was bigger that our Dad and I know because I had seen our Dad undressing at he WMCA Swimming pool.

    I had not given any thought to being gay or such things but I was locked into staring at it, His nuts looked like a bulls, well I finally got a grip on myself and woke Wayne up and said are you ready for your bath. By the way Wayne was 21 yrs old and quite well built and handsome, and althought he was a really good looking specimen, I just realized that he never spoke of girls or having a lady friend, or any such thing, but he was always with male friends or buddies doing things, It just never crossed my mind, He was my brother.

    I got the pan of warm water and pulled off the covers and he just layed there and I started soaping him up about the chest and when I rubbed the wash rag over his nipples I heard him let out a soft moan, I thought I was tickling him, and He said Please Kevin do that some more. So I started rubbing the soapy wash rag over and over his nipples. He started moaning then I rinsed him off and dryed his chest and resoaped the wash rag and started washing his stomach and I felt his stomach kinda jumping up and down. I couln’t understand why he was groaning. but he was, I rinsed his stomach off and soaped up the wash rag really good, and I started at the feet and slowly washed up his legs and rinsed his legs off. When I got to the package between his legs, I fucking like to lost it, His cock was standing up straight as an arrow and his balls were drawn up tight as a shrunken head doll. I had never seen anything that big before WAynes cock was huge, and I noticed he had this clear stuff running down the side seeping from the slit in the head. Hell I thought ,something was wrong with it. I reached up and touched it and felt the clear liquid was slick, and for some reason my dick was hard, And I was feeling a tingling in my cockhead I had never felt before and I wanted to go and jerk off, I was no stranger to giving myself a handjob. I knew that a guy needs to get off every now and then, and I never dawned on me that my older Brother couldn’t that with his arms propped up with a cast and holding rods. he couldn’t move his arms.

    As I washed his balls and cock he started to wimper an moan, and then I was just about to finish washing him off and He said Please Kevin I know that you may not want to do it but would you please continue rubbing my cock for me I’m about to die here, and I can’t roll over or do it for myself, when your finished I’ll do something for you in return, Please. Well It wasn’t something I hadn’t done before so I reached up and started to rub his beautiful about 8 inch cock up and down and the more I stroked it for him, the more excited I got and my cock was about to bust in my trousers. I noticed his balls had almost disappeared into his body just under his cock, and he was grunting and raising up with his legs and pushing into my hand, his slick clear liquid was running like a waterfall and his beautifully circumsized cock was as slick as if I had put some sort of lube on it.

    Wayne started saying things like Oh Shit, Oh Fuck, Jeeeeeze Zusssssssss. For a minute I thought he had quite breathing and then he gasp for breath and His dick erupted into the most awesome shot of cum I had ever seen, I thought he must have been storing that up for a month or so. but It looked like he shot a cup and a half of man milk.

    I kept pumping and he kept shooting seven or eight volleys of cum, finally he said Oh fuck Kevin stop Please stop. My cockhead is so sensetive I can’t stand it.

    I finished washing him clean and He said Hey little bro. Lean over here and kiss me. I leaned over his face, even tho it was kinda scratched from the accident I kissed him on the cheek and he said not there after doing what you just did for me I want a real kiss, do I didn’t think anything about it and kissed him on the lips, He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I liked to lost it, I started kissing him like I had been doing it for ever I was totally turned on, then he said Kevin Lean over here and take your pants down. I can see your sporting a hardon and I want you to stick it into my mouth, I’m going to give you a blow job.

    I had never had anything like that before. so I did as my Older Brother told me and whipped out my cock, It looked bigger and harder than it had ever looked to me. I slowly leaned up and over my brother and he turned his head and opened his mouth, then he said you’ll have to fuck my mouth since I can hardly move my head and I stuck my cock into his mouth and It felt like heaven, hot, wet, so very soft feeling, and so sexy and stimulating, I knew It wouldn’t be very long untill I would cut loose a load of cum to end all cums.

    Wayne started putting pressure on the head and shaft with his lips and swirling his tongue around the rim of my cockhead, making me weak in the knees. I felt the buildup way down deep in my rectum first and the boiling sensation in my nutsack, I kept saying I’m gonna shoot into your mouth, Im gonna shoot it. Wayne stopped long enough to say, that’s o.k. kid it’s what I want you to do, Let it happen. And about three minutes later my cock started spasming, jerking, swelling and letting loose with a load of cock juice like I have never let loose of before. Wayne just took it all in stride, swallowing everylast drop of it and gently sucking, untill he had every last little drop of my love juice.

    I spoke up and said that was incredible Wayne, where did you learn to do that, He said Oh Well! let’s just say I have had my experience’s and then he smiled. The Next day I gave Wayne another bath and then I wanted to learn to do to him what he had done to me.

    I leaned over and took His beautiful cock into my mouth for the first time I felt I was in another world of euphoria, and bliss, I just loved and when I finally tasted my first load of his Love cream I was hooked on a lifetime of man loving. All this over being the middle child and a very Loving older Brother, With whom I have sex now many, many times, and whom I love very much.


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