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‘Did you get the chicken blood?’ Neville asked me when I got back from the store.

‘Yeah, I got it.’ I said. ‘The butcher gave me a funny look. I said it was for a chemistry experiment. I don’t think he believed me, but I got it.’

‘Why don’t you think he believed you?’

‘Because of what he said when he gave me the chicken blood.’

‘Which was?’

”Bon appetit, Herr Dracula.”

‘Great, our butcher’s a comedian.’

‘You drew the pentagram?’

‘Yeah, in the basement.’

‘Why the basement?’

‘You ever try to draw a pentagram on shag carpet? The only bare floor we have in this house is either in the basement or in the kitchen.’

‘Great. The basement will be creepy enough. Plenty of spiderwebs and roaches around for the Devil to nibble on if he gets the munchies.’

‘I was reading it. One thing the spell doesn’t tell us about.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Do we stand inside or outside of the pentagram when we cast the spell?’

I thought about it. ‘Well, where’s the Devil going to appear?’

‘It doesn’t say for sure. It just says he’s supposed to appear in the room with us.’

‘Outside the pentagram, most likely. Then I’m going to be INSIDE the pentagram.’

‘Me, too. Theo, tell me one thing.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Are we nuts?’

I shrugged. We’d found the old book of spells at a garage sale, and it had a lot of pages missing, just ripped out of it. What was weird about this book was that the spells in it seemed to work. I’d tried it first; I used the spell to get rid of warts on a bump I’d had on my chest forever, and it just dropped right off. Then Neville used it to get rid of his nearsightedness, he no longer had to wear glasses. After that, we were believers and our only gripe was all those missing pages. Working spells that we’d never get to use.

But this spell was a big one. Summon the Devil with this spell, and he’d be trapped for the night, and compelled to grant you three wishes. The rest of the spells in the book were of the remove-a-wart variety but this one…well, you can see why two college guys with no social life and no future would figure ‘What the hell?’

Let me introduce us as we were then, so you’ll appreciate our situation. Neville was five foot seven, skinny and gangly with acne all over his face. No spells in the book to remove acne. Nor for me, to remove the fat I’d been lugging around with me for as long as I could remember. Okay, so I like to eat a quart of ice-cream while watching TV at night. And I flunked out of physical education. Like I said, a couple of total losers, we’d been lucky to find each other, two gay trolls, even if we didn’t find each other appealing. We’d had sex a couple of times (who else were we going to do it with?) and every time we finished, we swore never to do it again. We just weren’t compatible that way. If the book had had a workable love-spell, we wouldn’t be trying to solve all our problems by summoning up the Big One Himself to solve them for us. Like I said, a book with a lot of pages missing, or we wouldn’t have touched that spell for anything. As it was…we were that desperate, and can you blame us?

So I went out to buy a pint of chicken’s blood and some other stuff I won’t mention to you (for reasons you’ll understand later) and Neville had the job of setting up the house we shared for the spell.

As the sun set, we went down into the basement. Stepping carefully into the pentagram so as not to smudge the lines, we two geeks crowded together. Two naked geeks, I should say, for the spell required us to not wear clothes.

‘Okay, you want to start up the music.’ I said when the last of the sun went below the horizon, and the first star of night appeared.

‘How am I going to start up the music when I’m in here?’ Neville protested.

‘Same way we’re going to pour this stuff into a brazier. You got the brazier?’

‘I took the top off the barbecue grill. Presto, instant brazier.’

‘Okay, the creepy music. You figured that out? The spell doesn’t say what kind.’

‘I did what I could.’

‘I say we stand outside the pentagram, pour in the stuff and we’ll say the last few lines from inside the pentagram.’

‘Good idea.’

‘Start up the music.’

I got the fire going in the barbecue grill bottom. Some sticks and a wad of newspaper, a match and it was burning as well as it was going to. Then the music started.

‘He did the Mash!

He did the monster Mash!

The Monster Mash!

It was a graveyard smash!’

‘Criminy, Neville, couldn’t you find anything better than that?

Something really creepy, like Alice Cooper or John Tesh?’ I complained.

‘Hey, they don’t have a Creepy Music section at Virgin Records, you know! It was this or generic haunted house sounds.’

‘All right, all right, I guess it’ll have to do.’ I said.

The spell was a short one, and the five items we poured in turned the barbecue grill into a smoking behemoth. Chicken blood really stinks when you pour it into a flame.

We got to the last few lines and I tossed in the (blank) and jumped into the pentagram and shouted the last couple of phrases.

Nothing happened. Just a hell of a lot of smoke.

‘Nothing happened.’ I said to Neville at my side.

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ said someone right behind us. And a red hand clamped onto my shoulder. From close behind me. Very close behind me.

I gave out a shriek and leaped out of the pentagram, but Neville did it even better, he did a tuck-and-roll that upended the brazier and sent burning debris all over the basement. Good thing the basement was mostly empty, it all ended up around the furnace and we could ignore it, which we did, because You-Know-Who was standing inside the pentagram.

Just like you always visualized him. Long white horns on his head, red skin, barbed tail, hooved feet and an evil grin.

‘You’re new at this, aren’t you, kids?’ he said.

‘Yeah.’ I gulped. I thought about running, but yeesh, he was between us and the stairs, and the windows were too small for me to get through. What else was there to do but act brave and hope for the best.

‘Are you really the Devil?’ Neville asked.

‘Not me!’ the thing said. ‘You think the Big Guy has nothing better to do than to make personal appearances in basements?’

‘Then who are you?’ I said, feeling bolder. After all, he was inside the pentagram and we were outside it.

‘Think of me as the local representative. I cover the Valley area of Los Angeles. You used the old three-wishes spell, and I can do enough for your puny little appetites. Are you both really that ignorant?’

‘Yeah.’ I said. ‘Are we, like, totally screwed?’

‘Totally, dudes!’ He agreed. ‘But I’ll cut you two a break, it’s been a while since anyone actually tried to summon up one of us. You get three wishes just like it says and I won’t even try to jerk you around on how I grant them, the way I would for the one-wish spell.’

‘Why do you jerk people around on the one-wish spell?’ Neville wanted to know.

‘Because in that case, we wait until the people are dead to collect their souls.’

‘Wait until they’re dead?’ I said. ‘Then you…and we….’

‘Are headed together for the Great Down Under just as soon as day breaks. Didn’t you read the rest of the book? Ah, there it is, I’ll show it to you.’ And the devil stepped right out of the pentagram.

‘Uh, you can get out of the pentagram?’ I asked.

‘What are you, stupid?’ the devil sneered. ‘I can manipulate time and space, I can make the oceans split open, I can make the sun stand still. You really expect a bit of chalk on the floor to stop me?’

‘Well…yeah!’ I said.

‘Well…wrong!’ the devil looked at the book. ‘No wonder you’re both so ignorant, the book is missing all the pages about how the spell works. You two did this with just the spell itself? Whoa, major stupid, dudes!’

‘We know that now.’ I said. ‘Uh, now that we know, can we refuse the wishes and you just go away and leave us here?’

‘Sorry, it doesn’t work that way.’ the devil said almost sympathetically. ‘Really, I feel sorry for you two geeks, it must be shitty trying to get laid looking like you do. Like I said, I won’t cheat you on the wishes, just make sure that they can be finished up before daybreak. And don’t ask for stuff like world peace or an end to hunger, the Big Guy doesn’t like people messing around with his successes; I’d have to twist the wishes on you and I said I wasn’t going to do that.’

‘Do we each get three wishes?’ Neville asked.

‘Nope, three total, and forget about asking as your last wish that I not take your souls, or for more wishes, or some such. You’re getting a break on your wishes because I feel sorry for you ninnies, that’s all. With two guaranteed souls on my balance sheet for tonight, I’m inclined to be generous. Tell you what, you can make the wish include both of you on whatever it is you wish for. So figure out what you want to wish for; speak among yourselves or such.’

I quickly went into a huddle with Neville. ‘What are we going to do?’

Neville said.

‘We have to outwit him.’ I said. ‘And that takes information.’ I broke the huddle.

‘Uh, Mr. Devil, sir.’ I said to him.

‘Hm? What is it?’

‘Uh…What is your name, anyway?’

The devil looked reluctant. ‘Promise you won’t laugh. It sounds funny in English.’

‘Laughing is the last thing on my mind just now.’ I said. ‘And my first name is Theophilus.’ Try growing up with that one! The awfulest.

‘It’s…it’s Roxinyuras.’ he admitted, looked abashed. Then defensively, ‘It means ‘Painful Torment’ in Old Sumerian.’

‘Doesn’t sound that comfortable in English, either.’ Neville said unhelpfully.

‘Your mom got cute naming you, too, huh?’ I said sympathetically.

‘Nah, I was just near the end of the line when the Big Guy was naming us.’ he said. ‘I think he was getting bored trying to come up with names that would make people shudder with fear. Or he was just running out of names, it took nearly a half million years to name all of us.’

‘You say the pentagram won’t hold you. Is there anything that will hold you?’

‘Nothing you could do.’ Roxinyuras said. ‘The only thing that would put me under your power is if I’m still here when the sun comes up and I have to do that myself. I do that and I’m your slave for the rest of eternity. But I’m not going to do that. I feel sorry for you chumps, but not that sorry.’

‘I see.’ I said.

Back into the huddle.

‘I got an idea.’ I said to Neville. ‘Just you ask him for the wish we agreed on for both of us, and let me do the last two.’

‘I sure hope you know what you’re doing.’ Neville said.

‘So do I.’ I said fervently.

‘Okay, we’re ready to start wishing.’ Neville said to Roxinyuras.

‘So go ahead and wish. Like I said, I’ll be generous.’

Neville looked at me and said, ‘I wish that Theo and me both looked just the way we always wanted to look. You know, handsome, muscular, sexy. Can I say that last part as part of the wish?’

‘You can.’ Roxinyuras said. And he just smiled…nothing else.

It was the damnedest feeling. Not bad, not at all. Just like…well, I was five foot four before the wish, I grew a foot in about two seconds. Like riding on an elevator, only more so, in all directions, that’s the best I can describe it. I could feel my body changing.

I looked over at Neville…and drooled. He was now a good deal taller, and a hell of a lot more handsome. His acne was gone, his face and body had filled out. I can only describe him by saying he was like the guy who played Tarzan on the television show, Something Ely. Only his face was more like Hugh Grant’s, sort of sweet-boy-next-door. He smiled and his teeth were now clear and even. His body was cleanly muscular, not chiseled out of marble, but molded out of soft, luscious clay, sleek and clean of body hair.

I looked down at myself and saw a nice shelf of pec muscles and a good scattering of chest hair. Good. ‘I got to find a mirror.’

‘One’s over there.’ Neville said, pointing.

It was an oval mirror that swiveled, God knows why. But I got over to it and looked.

A chiseled, square face looked back at me. God, even a handsome dusting of shadow-beard. Deep brown eyes under a shelf of eyebrows, thick and mysterious. I’d dreamed about this man for as long as I could remember…now I WAS him! I was my favorite fantasy lover!

‘Yowzah!’ I shouted. ‘Neville, we are two gorgeous hunks!’

A red body stepped up behind us and I saw that Roxinyuras was some seven feet tall. Not counting the horns, even, he towered over us. ‘Ready for your second wish?’

It was time. ‘Yeah.’I said and took a deep breath.

You have to realize that I didn’t KNOW this was going to work. But it was our only chance I could see.

‘I wish that I had a totally irresistible ass.’ I said.

‘It’s already cute.’ Neville said, not understanding.

‘I don’t mean cute, I mean irresistible. Anybody who sees it naked like now is going to want to stick their dick in it, and when they do, they won’t ever want to take it out and won’t unless I say they can. And I wish you had the same kind of dick, anyone sees Neville’s dick will want to suck it and once they start sucking, they’ll never want to stop and won’t until he asks them to..’ I said. ‘Long as we keep them covered, we’re safe, but we show it off, and the guy comes running.’ I watched our red companion through the mirror. If he caught on….

Roxinyuras shrugged. ‘Why not?’ he said. ‘It goes with the bodies, I guess.’

I felt the tingle again, this time in my ass.’

I tried to stroll nonchalantly back to the pentagram. I felt two pairs of eyes boring into my ass. My naked ass. Neville and I were only friends because he didn’t like anal sex, he preferred oral. Receiving oral, that is. I wanted a handsome stud to fuck me and never stop. So we had that on our side on this wish, Roxinyuras could look into whatever he looked into and see that we really preferred these two kinds of sex.

‘I’m ready for the third wish.’ I said coyly. I had to seduce a devil armed with an irresistible ass. I bent over and spread my ass wide. ‘God, my ass feels so alive and ready. All it needs is a big, thick dick to stick in it. Mmm, I can just feel it coming at me, right now.’ I looked back over my shoulder and licked my lips insolently.

‘I work good magic.’ Roxinyuras said. His eyes were fixed on my ass. Yeah, he wanted it.

The third wish is that you get over here and fuck my ass, Roxinyuras. I want you to give me the best fuck I’ve ever had. And Neville, I want you to suck on Neville while you’re doing it, give him the best blowjob anyone ever had. Let us test this new irresistible butthole.’

Would he do it? And would I be able to stand it? It was our only chance.

I felt the hands clench on my waist, a faint hint of claws indenting my skin. I braced myself.

And sheer delight penetrated my anus. Total, ecstatic delight! It was the feeling you get when you taste ice cream on a hot day. It was the feeling of winning first prize. It was all that, and a tingle of sexual electricity that danced along my spine while I felt totally warm and full and complete!

‘You like that?’ Roxinyuras purred in my ear.

‘Oh, yeah!’ I moaned. ‘I take it you’re granting my wish for me, then?’

‘Easiest one of all.’ Roxinyuras cooed. ‘Any devil is a better lover than a human. Anything I do will be the best sex you ever had.’

‘Mmmh! You do a lot of that down there?’ I asked him.

‘In Hell?’ Roxinyuas said. ‘No, every pleasure is forbidden to human souls there. We let the souls down there feel it a little bit, just so they’ll know exactly what they’re missing, then we keep it from them, teasing them, egging them on and then turning them down. But you, for your wish, tonight, you get it all. The best sex you ever had.’

‘What about me?’ Neville said. With my ass occupied, Neville wasn’t craving it any longer, but he did have the sight of a red-skinned devil fucking my ass to turn him on. Not to mention the promise of the best blowjob he’d ever had! ‘My turn, too.’

‘Give it here, mortal.’ Roxinyuras said. ‘Feel the joys of my mouth on your prick, you’ll love every second.’

‘Uh, huh, guh!’ Neville said and I heard a slurping sound from Roxinyuras. I had to see, I craned my neck around and saw Neville’s dick, big, thick and beautiful, going into that savage, sharp-toothed mouth…which was treating it with tender attention and delicate passion.

Neville grabbed Roxinyuras’ horns and began to hunch at that mouth and Roxinyuras let him do it…and I had to turn back around, for Roxinyuras had paused while he started sucking Neville, but he was starting in again!

‘Oooh, yeah, fuck my butt, you horny devil you!’ I moaned. ‘Fuck me nice and hard, give me the best damned fuck anyone’s ever had! That was my wish, grant it, you denizen of the underworld!’

Roxinyuras wasn’t the least offended (I had only spoken simple truth, he was a horny devil from the underworld), his hands clenched tighter and I had pinpricks of nails in my skin to drive me up the wall! ‘Ooh, oh, ow!’ I moaned, pain mixing with pleasure until they were one and the same.

Roxinyuras let go of me then and used just the bottom half of his body to fuck me. Now my only sensation was that dong, that wonderful, powerful, superhuman dong! It slammed into me and my prostate was mauled with joy, it pulled out and my very soul was pulled with it, I felt horribly empty with it at its furthest withdrawal and then…wham! Full again, wonderfully, wonderfully full!

I groaned, I was at climax, too soon, too soon! No use, I couldn’t hold it back though I tried, I really tried, but that cock owned me then, owned me totally. Orgasm clenched the back of my neck like a dog while my cock burst apart in multi-colored splendor (well, it felt like that, anyway, I had my eyes shut tight), every nerve in my prick was jangling at full intensity, I was spraying my jism all over the protective pentagram, my sole protection against this devil that had me in his clutch, driving a pole of delight into me over and over, and I was washing it away with my jizz, it poured out of me, a hard, fast gush of jism, coating and distorting the pentagram.

Done, emptied, totally dry, I sagged onto the floor.

‘Ready to quit?’ Roxinyuras asked me. I looked up and he was sucking Neville still without a break, he could talk without using his mouth…well, if he could move mountains, he could certainly do that.

‘No!’ I gasped out. ‘Do it again, keep on fucking me!’

‘Very well.’ And the cock, still warm, still big, still full, began to pump in and out of me again with undiminished vigor.

‘Didn’t you come?’ I gasped as I felt the sensations rising inside of me again.

‘I can choose when and how much I want to ejaculate.’ Roxinyuras said.

‘Uh, uh, huh, HUH, GUH-HUHHHH!’ Neville was shooting his wad into Roxinyuras’ mouth and I turned to watch him drink down Neville’s come. Thirstily, like he enjoyed it.

‘I want you to come when I do.’ I said. ‘Have orgasms right alongside me.’

‘You are out of wishes.’

‘I don’t care.’ I said. ‘It’s part of the last one. I want this to be the best fuck you ever had, too.’

‘All right.’ Roxinyuras agreed. ‘From now on, we will all climax together, I promise you.’

I wondered for a moment if I had put anything over on him. Probably not. Well, at least I was getting the best fuck I’d ever had. And it was going to last all night long.

And it did. I stayed the rest of that night on that basement floor, being fucked by the devil Roxinyuras. We moved into different positions, me on my back, him holding me in his arms, everything you can think of and still get fucked, including some positions I was sure were against the laws of gravity, and of probability, and of common sense, like his holding me just by his cock in my ass and his hands in mine, me bouncing back and forth on his cock with my legs flailing wildly on every side.

Neville had his positions, too, like sitting on Roxinyuras’s shoulders, upside down with his hands on the floor with Roxinyuras standing to fuck me (like I said, some of these positions defied logic; don’t ask me to explain how, they just were!) It was everything I’d ever wanted in sex, all of it, one glorious, glittering, star-spangled night of climax piled upon climax, over and over again.

I lost all track of time, which suited me after a while. This could be my eternity if it wanted to be, I couldn’t imagine a better heaven than to be in this endless sexual ecstasy.

‘It’s nearly dawn.’ Roxinyuras said after some endless time later.

‘Oh.’ I said, deflated. ‘Just finish me off one more time, and I’ll let you go if you want to.’ The long night of orgiastic delights was drawing to an end, and soon it would be the eternal flames and NO MORE SEX, EVER! But I couldn’t gripe, so my idea of keeping Roxinyuras too busy fucking to notice the time hadn’t worked. It’d been three great wishes, I couldn’t complain too much.

Roxinyuras fucked me lustily, heartily, I felt climax rising in me like it was the first time, and KA-WHAM! Climax assaulted my senses, washed through and over me, and I sprayed my last load (still full-bodied and thick thanks to Roxinyuras’ improvements), this time onto Roxinyuras’

stomach for I was on top of him and so was Neville.

Neville gave a groan and Roxinyuras drank him down and we were silent.

‘Okay, Roxinyuras.’ I said. ‘You got us fair and square. We’ll go quietly, no complaints.’

‘Yeah.’ Neville said.

‘Only I’m really going to miss not being able to do this any more.’ I said.

‘Yeah.’ Neville said. ‘You’re a great cocksucker.’

‘And a great fuck-buddy.’

‘The absolute best.’

‘I’m just sorry it’s over.’

A pause. ‘What do you mean, over, human worms!’ Roxinyuras roared. ‘We’ll be done when I say, not you!’

And he began to fuck me again, I was bouncing on his cock, like in freefall, or like a dancing toy on a pull-stick like you sometimes see in antique shops, Neville was being sucked once again. It was marvelous, it was terrific, it went on until the window on the east lit up in a blaze of yellow glory that hit us all of a sudden, clean sunlight on red skin.

Roxinyuras howled! Moaned, like he was burning, and I was worried about him (really, I was! That was one great fuck I’d been having!), so I jumped off his cock and over to the window, covered it hastily with a blanket.

‘Are you all right?’ I asked him, Neville standing over Roxinyuras, him sitting on the floor, his knees in his arms, curled up and rocking on his buttocks like that, like a wounded child.

‘I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it!’ He moaned. ‘I couldn’t have!’

‘Daylight.’ Neville confirmed. ‘You were still here and the sun came up and it got you fair and square.’

I was thinking over what he’d said. ‘Uh, does that mean you’re our slave now?’

‘I’m a devil no longer. Now, I’m a djinn.’ he said.

I realized…. ‘That’s why we needed the empty bottle and a good cork for it!’ I said.

‘My new home.’ Roxinyuras said. ‘I am doomed to grant your every wish for the rest of your lives, and longer if you ask me to. You can remain eternally young, eternally beautiful and eternally rich. It is now yours for the asking.’

‘Wow!’ I said.

‘Oh-oh! My first century on the job, and I already blew it!’

Roxinyuras moaned. ‘The Big Guy will never let me live it down when I tell him.’

‘When will you tell him?’

‘At the end of time.’ Roxinyuras said.

‘Uh, that’ll be a while, won’t it?’

‘Several hundred millenia.’ Roxinyuras agreed.

‘Then let’s worry about that when it happens.’ I said. ‘We’ll be with you when you tell him, we promise. You’re our pal.’

‘Pal?’

‘Sure.’ I said. ‘You have just teamed up with the two biggest losers mankind ever had. And you a loser-type devil. We three were meant to be together.’

Roxinyuras smiled faintly. ‘You’ll let me out of the bottle sometimes?’

‘Every night, so I can get to ride that dick of yours some more.’ I agreed. ‘Now that I got the devil in me, I don’t ever want to let it out.’

‘Yeah. And I might want a blowjob or two in the afternoons, too.’

Neville chipped in.

Smiling at us pathetically gratefully, Roxinyuras turned into a puff of smoke that wafted over into a thin line, trickled into the bottle. I waited until it was all inside and then put the stopper in.

‘Well, we have ourselves a genie.’ I said.

‘I guess that’s better than having a lot of things.’ Neville agreed.

‘Our every wish granted.’

‘And every question answered.’ Neville agreed.

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Growing up in a small southern town had its advantages, as well as plenty of disadvantages. For Monty, he felt like growing up here was just short of living in hell. Today was his birthday, his 18th birthday, and final year in school. Without a question, Monty knew he was gay, but up till now, never had an opportunity to explore his sexual side. Sure, he’d steal quick glances at the other guys taking a shower at school, but other than that, his only sexual prowess was those created within his own mind.

Today, this was Saturday, and Monty had no plans whatsoever. Both of his parents worked, so he, being the only child, had the house all to himself. Speaking of his parents, his mother was native to the Philippines, and was a practicing Dermatologist. His father, who was of a mixed race, one of which his father was black and his mother was white, was also a practicing oral surgeon. Both of Monty’s parents worked at the hospital located in the larger city, to which, was a good 30 miles away.

After already describing his parents origins, to say the least, Monty was born with a natural tan. On his 18th birthday, Monty stood close to 5’4′ and weighed no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. His velvety soft hair was jet black, to which he kept brushed straight back, and kept closely trimmed just above his tiny ears. The back of his hair evenly flowed just below his neck line.

His mother was also a part time aerobics instructor at the local gym. Monty had never really taken a liking to sports, however, he did enjoy aerobics. Ever since he could remember, his mom would haul him off to the gym so she could teach aerobics. His mom always made mention that his father was a real butt man, so they spent a lot of time working on their butts. Today, all their aerobics efforts had paid off, not to mention, ever so noticeable.

Monty’s tight little frame was well developed, and his tiny butt made many a mouth drool with sheer envy. Shaped in almost a perfect tear drop fashion, Monty’s little butt caused many a cock to stir, and a lot of eyes to water. His abdomen muscles also reflected the numerous hours working hard at aerobics. With his every breath, the tight muscles rippled ever so joyously.

To further add to his already mouth watering physical achievements, Monty’s emerald green eyes was simply speaking, breath taking. His slender, unblemished, facial features included two soft dimples that pierced the flesh without the need to offer his heart stopping smile. To further document his precious smile, was his perfectly white, and perfectly straight teeth.

For many eyes, Monty was the true image of heavenly perfection. The girls his age just thought of him as being cute, and many of the boys his age range wouldn’t even offer him the time of day. Sure, he had received plenty of compliments. Many of them, all boys, would say things such as, ‘I’d fuck you if you were a girl. You’re too pretty to be a boy! You got an ass that looks like it belongs on a girl, and not a boy.’ Yeah, Monty had had his fill with those type of compliments, or rude comments, whichever way you look at it.

Even now, present day, Monty didn’t look anything like his true 18 years of life. Most nearly everyone who looked his way would certainly think that he was somewhere close to 13, and offer inquisitive looks when he corrected them as to his true age.

Even at school, two of the bullies cornered him, one of which harshly asked, ‘Hey pretty boy, being that you are all pretty and such, we was wondering if you like sucking cocks, or better yet, do you like having a cock skin its way up that girly ass of yours?’

Before Monty could even respond, the other bully grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, leaned close, then whispered, ‘I’m willing to bet that you don’t even take a shit, and if you do, I’ll bet even more that it don’t smell. How about it pretty boy, does that girly ass of yours smell?’

Thankfully enough, one of the teacher’s approached them and the two bullies darted off. That was just one occasion that was tossed Monty’s way, however, there were tons of others just like that one.

Having dealt with his inherent beauty all his life, Monty had grown quite accustomed to being picked on by the other boys. But, through all of his tormenting, the boys were right. He did want to suck a cock, and he did want to feel a cock root away up his butt. He honestly didn’t know what they were talking about regarding taking a shit, but in all of the other aspects, they were right.

Monty, having no plans and nothing to do, decided he would do one of his favorite things, and that was, give himself a deep cleansing enema. As always, he applied the deep enema at least three times, ensuring himself that there was nothing left to vacate his little body. Once he was satisfied, Monty took a long soothing bath. While he was soaking in the water, his right hand instinctively graced his erection. With his eyes closed, and his mind wandering, Monty began the tender journey, stroking the hard shaft up and down. Naturally, Monty wished his 4 1/2 inch cut cock was longer, and a lot thicker too, but stroking the hard cock quickly erased his wishes as he stroked himself into pure blissful pleasure.

Just as Monty was about to free his load, the doorbell sounded. Being mildly frustrated, Monty stepped out of the tub and draped himself with a large towel. Opening the front door, Monty came face to face with one of the guy’s who used to bully him around. The guy was much older than Monty, by at least a good 10 years. Now, the once bully was standing in his doorway fully dressed in his police uniform.

As soon as the door opened, the man extended his right hand saying, ‘Monty, do you remember me? I’m Jeff, and we both went to the same school.’

Monty nodded his head offering a mild surprise look on his face, then gestured for Jeff to come inside. Once both were now inside, Jeff looked Monty up and down, then said, ‘Guess you’re kind of wondering what I’m doing here.’

Monty shook his head up and down, gesturing yes in the process. Jeff took in a deep breath, then softly said, ‘You think you could come with me? I just don’t feel all that comfortable talking to you in your home. Don’t worry, there’s no problem. or anything like that. It’s just that, I uh, I just need to talk with you, that’s all.’

Monty got dressed, his mind roaming frantically why Jeff would approach him after all the years that had passed. As he was dressing, Monty couldn’t help not to notice Jeff, and the way the man looked wearing his police uniform. Jeff had to have stood a good 6’2′, and weighed a fairly solid 200, or so pounds. Monty knew Jeff better as one of the school’s top jocks back in those days, and clearly, one of the many bullies he had encountered on a daily basis.

Having dressed, wearing just a pair of white cotton shorts, blue tank top, and flip flops, Monty eased himself inside the patrol car. To Monty, sitting in the passenger seat of a police car was rather exciting.

For a good ten minutes, nothing was said as Jeff drove to an unknown location. Monty did muster up the courage to ask, ‘Where are we going?’

Jeff looked at Monty, and smiled, then said, ‘I got a place in mind where we can have some privacy. I know I’ll feel better talking there instead of some place else.’

As they rode, Monty snuck peeks at Jeff’s crotch. For Monty, stealing glances at guys crotches came ever so natural. In the process, Monty’s own cock became fully erect. Dealing with his aching erection, Monty began studying more of Jeff’s physical details in a more intricate manner. Jeff had dirty blond hair which was shaped in a crew cut. His eyes were mesmerizing blue, sparkling graciously against the sun’s warming light. Monty could clearly see the mass of light brown hair adorning Jeff’s arms.

Nearly 20 minutes of driving, Jeff pulled off the highway, and onto a dirt road. Eventually, they rode up to a small log cabin, nestled deep within the heavily wooded trees. Both got out of the patrol car, and Monty followed Jeff into the cabin. Once inside, Jeff offered Monty something to drink as Monty was sitting himself down on the leather sofa.

Jeff paced Monty’s drink down on the coffee table, stood fully erect, then began talking, ‘I guess you are wondering what’s going on. I know today is your birthday, and today, you are now 18.’

There was a brief pause, then Jeff resumed speaking, ‘Monty, it’s been a long time, and I got something I have to get off my chest. I know I picked on you back then, and I am truly ashamed of putting you through all that unnecessary bull shit. You certainly didn’t deserve any of that, and I could kick my own ass for doing such horrible things. For that, I simply cannot apologize enough for. Monty, I am truly sorry for bullying you around. Fuck, this is hard for me to say, but I just got to say it in order for me to get on living life. Monty, I’ve had a major crush on you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Before you ask, I am gay, or I think I’m gay. To be honest, you’re the only guy I’ve ever had a fancy for, and I don’t know why, but it has been killing me for a long time now. Shit, I don’t even know if you are gay, but whatever it is, I’ve had this thing for you for a long, long time.’

Monty sat there patiently listening to Jeff’s every word. To say Monty was a bit taken back finding out that Jeff had the hots for him was truly an understatement. Back then, Jeff had been in plenty of his sexual dreams, and now, now this man, this police officer, was confessing his most cherished of secrets.

Jeff’s voice was cracking as he spoke, ‘Monty, I’ve tried like hell to explain this to myself, but for fuck’s sake, I just can’t. Every time I close my eyes, you are all I see! Believe me, you have no idea how hard it is to stand here and spew my heart out, but this is something I had to do. To be perfectly honest with you, and this I can’t offer any explanation for, but in my mind, I have told myself you are not even human. By that I mean, remember, in my mind, I have convinced myself you are totally incapable of taking a shit like the rest of us. I know that must sound a bit disgusting, but that’s how bad I’ve got it for you.’

Monty’s heart was literally breaking, and his mind swarmed with all sorts of emotions. Though he never would have had the balls to stand up in front of someone and pour his heart out, he did appreciate everything Jeff had just said. Monty stood up, stepped directly in front of Jeff, then softly whispered, ‘I’m gay too!’

Monty was literally engulfed by Jeff’s much larger arms as the two tenderly hugged one another. Their passionate embrace lasted for about a couple of minutes until Jeff’s lips found Monty’s lips. For Jeff, this was his first time kissing another male. For Monty, this was his first time kissing anyone like the way he was now doing. Both tongues dwelled within the others fiery moistness.

Jeff’s hands slid down Monty’s back, gluing themselves upon each tight little butt cheek. Their groans echoed inside the small log cabin as their long loving kiss gave way to an explosive frenzy.

In time, their lips broke their seal. Jeff, looking down into Monty’s green entrancing eyes, whispered, ‘My God, you are so incredibly beautiful!’

Both of Monty’s hands rested upon Jeff’s heaving chest. Looking up into Jeff’s eyes, Monty replied, ‘Thank you, and you know, you’re not bad yourself.’

Once again, their lips met and their tongues began basking in the pleasures the other tongue offered. Jeff simply couldn’t resist feeling Monty’s tiny muscular butt. Monty could certainly feel Jeff’s strong fingers as they dug sharply into the cloth covering his crack.

While their tongues frolicked, Monty moved his right hand down, and latched on Jeff’s tenting erection. Just at the first touch, Monty could easily tell Jeff’s cock was quite thick, and as his fingers traveled their course, he could also tell it was rather long as well. This was Monty’s first touch of another man’s cock, and oh what a cock his fingers were now being graced with.

Monty’s fingers fumbled with Jeff’s zipper, but through his eternal instinctive struggles, Monty managed to unzip the zipper all the way down. Reaching through the opening, and into Jeff’s boxer’s, Monty felt his first cock. Fishing the throbbing one eyed snake out of it’s confinement, Monty freed Jeff’s pre-cum dribbling rock hard cock, and began stroking the iron like flesh with both hands, smearing the globs of pre-cum all over the defiantly thick shaft.

Jeff moaned heavily, sending his moans disbursing down Monty’s throat, relishing in the electrifying sensation of having Monty’s little hands exploring his cock. When their kiss broke, Monty wasted no time in kneeling down, and coming face to face with Jeff’s erection. At first glance, Monty guessed Jeff’s cock to be somewhere close to the seven inch range, however, it was the overall girth that was somewhat shocking. Jeff’s cock was thick, almost, terrifyingly thick. Stretching the fingers of both hands, Monty could just barely touch his fingertips together. The head itself was considerably thicker than the thick shaft, and the flared mushroom head appeared to be quite angry.

Globs of pre-cum came oozing out of Jeff’s gaping piss slit, and for whatever the reason, Monty stabbed at the oozing liquid with his tongue. His initial taste of Jeff’s pre-cum made his face twist in more like a sour fashion, but after the third taste, Monty discovered he actually enjoyed the taste. Stretching his mouth ever so wide, Monty slid his mouth over the large bulbous cock head. Once his mouth safely contained the thick cock head, Monty began gagging as he tried desperately to shove some more of Jeff’s overly thick cock inside.

The maddening heat scorching his cock caused Jeff’s legs to buckle, forcing him to place both hands on the back of Monty’s head. The world Jeff once knew quickly disappeared, only to be replaced with this fantasy come true. Monty slurped and choked, managing a total of about three thick inches into his mouth. The feel of Jeff’s cock in his mouth sent chills racing up and down Monty’s back.

Monty worked on Jeff’s cock as best he could, taking the time to pull the beast out of his mouth, running his slithering tongue all over the thick veiny shaft and glistening cock head, then shove it back inside. Monty moaned as his mouth worked feverishly on Jeff’s throbbing manhood. Jeff was cooing and groaning like a madman, basking in the pleasures of Monty’s unskilled mouth at work on his cock.

Jeff stood on wobbly legs, getting dangerously close to blowing his load. Using the strength of both hands, Jeff forced Monty’s mouth from his cock. Monty stood up, and Jeff reached out, and held onto Monty’s left wrist, taking him the short journey into the bedroom.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Jeff anxiously spoke, ‘Holy shit, I got to get out of this uniform. Better yet, I got to see you naked!’

Monty had already kicked out of his flip flops, snatched his tank top over his head, tossing it onto the chair resting beside the bed, and was in the process of lowering his shorts. Jeff was doing his best to get out of his clothes while keeping both eyes trained on Monty.

Monty peeled his short’s off, then proceeded to yank down his blue bikini underwear. Jeff’s mouth was already open and drool began pouring from his mouth as his eyes feasted on sheer heavenly perfection. Monty’s perfect tan graced every square inch of his pure angelic body, and that too didn’t go unnoticed by Jeff’s onlooking eyes.

Jeff gasped when he saw Monty’s hard cock for the first time. Just as his dreams had envisioned, Monty’s cock was small and slender, jutting straight from his body, arching upwards at a sheer 45 degree angle somewhere close to the middle of the slender shaft. Even Monty’s cock head was about the same width as the shaft, offering a splendid pale pinkish color.

From the angle Jeff had, he could clearly see Monty’s balls. They appeared to be virtually hairless, smallish in size, and contained in a naturally tanned smooth sac. If Jeff had to compare Monty’s balls to something, he would best compare them with that of the size of a pecan.

While Jeff was keeping both eyes locked on Monty, Monty flopped onto the bed, landing flat on his back. Now, it was Monty who was laying there, watching every move Jeff was making. Finally, Jeff was down to his underwear, and Monty gasped as Jeff slid them down his hulking body.

Jeff, now naked as the day he was born, was standing at the side of the bed. His eyes roamed Monty’s perfect body while Monty’s eyes feasted upon Jeff’s body. Monty licked his lips as he saw the light brown curls heavily littering Jeff’s muscular chest and tight stomach. For Monty, being that this was going to be his first time with a man, this was more than he could have ever hoped for. In his fantasies, he always dreamed of doing stuff with guys who were hairy, since for whatever the reason, his own body simply didn’t provide any body hair growth. If it wasn’t for the few sprinklings of black hair in each arm pit, and the small tuft of pubic curls, Monty knew he would be totally void of any body hair whatsoever.

Seeing Monty naked on the bed was far more than Jeff’s own mind had ever conjured up. The vision his eyes were now feasting upon was simply a sight no price tag could ever hold. Truly, this was absolutely priceless by every meaning of the word. As hard as his eyes strained to see, Jeff couldn’t even see any hair on either of Monty’s slightly spread legs.

Jeff eased himself onto the bed, his head being magnetically driven to Monty’s hard cock. Using the fingers of his right hand, Jeff pulled Monty’s cock towards him, inspecting every marvelous inch of the slender treasure. As his eyes absorbed every intricate detail of Monty’s cock, Jeff’s land hand began exploring Monty’s tightly withdrawn pecan sized nuggets. To Jeff, the feeling of touching Monty’s cock and balls was equivalent of being graced with the purest of silk.

Moaning wildly, Jeff eyed Monty’s tiny piss slit. The slit itself appeared to be tightly sealed, but while he was holding it, it opened partially and a small pearl drop of pre-cum bubbled out. Using his tongue as if it were a shovel, Jeff scooped up the clear liquid and quickly withdrew his tongue back inside his mouth. As if tasting chocolate for the first time, Jeff began making all sorts of grunting and groaning sounds.

After having dreamt of this very moment for so long, Jeff’s mouth opened and his entire body began jerking as Monty’s cock easily slid between his sinking lips, until his flaring nostrils buried itself within the soft patch of tiny black pubic curls. The very scent shooting up into his nostrils sent shock waves after shock waves exploding through every part of his body. Just from the smell, Jeff knew that Monty was definitely clean. Having his dream fantasy’s cock inside his mouth, playing with his balls, and breathing in his overwhelming charm, was truly, truly a marvel to behold.

For Jeff, this was his first cock his mouth had ever been on. This was the only cock he had ever wanted. Monty was the only guy he had ever wanted to be with, and now, now all of his dreams were coming true, all in one breath taking day.

While Jeff was passionately sucking on Monty’s cock, Monty was besides himself experiencing his first ever blow-job. The fiery heat from Jeff’s mouth alone caused things to fly out of his mouth he never knew he knew. His body bucked uncontrollably as his hands rotated from Jeff’s head to his mouth. Even his legs involuntarily spread outwards further, allowing Jeff more room to work.

Within a couple of heart felt passionate minutes, Monty warned Jeff he was getting close. Jeff didn’t want things to end just yet, so he forced his own mouth off of Monty’s mouth watering cock. Looking into Monty’s eyes, Jeff mumbled, ‘Oh man, you are so fucking delicious. This is my first time at sucking a cock, and I could spend the rest of my life sucking your cock.’

There was a temporary pause, but Jeff broke the silence, ‘Monty, I just got to see this, I just got to. Would you please roll over onto your stomach. I can’t stand it any more. I just got to take a look at that ass of yours!’

Feeling somewhat shy about rolling over and having Jeff look at his butt, Monty replied, ‘It’s just a butt! Why would you want to look at it? Everybody has got one and mine is no different than anyone else’s.’

Jeff wiped the drool from his mouth, then shot back, ‘Oh no, no, that’s where you are so wrong. Monty, that butt of yours could start a way, or stop one. I have dreamed of that butt for a long, long, long time. Please let me see it, please!’

Seeing Jeff plead the way he had just done, Monty reluctantly rolled over and onto his stomach. Jeff was sitting on the bed on both knees, mouth wide open, and both eyes staring in awe at Monty’s beautiful butt. There wasn’t a single flaw, not one blemish, on those perfectly chiseled tiny tanned mounds. Jeff’s body shook feverishly as his eyes traveled the very short distance of Monty’s tiny crack, which was the only thing that separated the two mouth watering melons.

Inching himself forwards on his knees, now resting in between Monty’s spread legs, Jeff’s hands nervously shook as he placed his hands on Monty’s butt cheeks. They too felt as if they were made from the purest of silk.

Monty was looking straight ahead, but all of a sudden, he could feel Jeff’s hot breath spray across his butt cheeks. The hands caressing his butt felt soothingly good, but then Monty felt Jeff’s fingers dip inside his crack. Jeff’s fingers pried the solid mounds apart, and witnessed Monty’s most hidden of treasures, his butt hole. Just like the rest of him, there were no signs of hair riding anywhere along Monty’s crack. Smacking his lips, Jeff eyed Monty’s butt hole as if it were the first butt hole his eyes had ever seen. In all reality, this was the first butt hole belonging to a man he had ever came in contact with. Though be it, in his fantasies over Monty, Jeff always envisioned this very moment. Monty’s butt hole was nothing more than a little dimple lost in a sea of tanned flesh.

Answering the call from Monty’s beckoning asshole, Jeff’s nose found its way directly over it, breathing in heavily. The aroma spewing into his lungs was that of pure freshness. The more he smelled, the more addictive Monty’s bung hole became. Just as he had fantasized about, Monty’s butt hole offered no foul smell at all.

Monty, on the other hand, realized that Jeff was now sniffing his asshole. To say the least, he was more than thankful he had cleansed his bowels earlier. Even so, it was still kind of awkward to be laying there, and knowing that Jeff was taking his time sniffing his butt.

Before he knew what was going on, Monty’s body bucked as Jeff’s tongue attacked his asshole. Jeff’s tongue splattered sharply up against Monty’s bung hole, sending Monty into a body bucking, seizure like, frenzy. Never, not in a million years, did Monty ever consider having a tongue on his asshole. Up until this very moment in time, Monty would have considered that kind of gross and disgusting. Now, now having a tongue twirl away at his asshole, feeling the awesome, never before experienced surge of magical energy, Monty was getting into having his ass dined on.

It took some doing, and a lot of patience, but Jeff managed to ease his tongue pass the outer ring, and was now exploring never before charted territory. Monty was absolutely yelling his head off from pure never felt pleasure. Out of instinct, and unknown to Monty himself, but his body somehow maneuvered itself into a doggy style position. Monty was constantly sliding his face from one side to the other, while Jeff used both hands to spread Monty’s ass cheeks further apart. Jeff’s tongue wildly snaked its way in and out of Monty’s chute, lapping for dear life at Monty’s anal canal walls.

Monty had tears falling from his eyes as sheer mind boggling pleasure coursed through his every vein. He found himself driving his butt backwards, greeting Jeff’s thrusting tongue. Jeff reached in with his right hand, and began jerking away on Monty’s cock. By jerking on his already throbbing cock, this action only added more fuel to the orgasmic explosion building up deep inside him.

Jeff was eating Monty’s ass with a vengeance, harder than any pussy he had ever dined on in his life. With the truth being known, Monty’s ass tasted a hell of a lot better than any pussy he had ever tasted. With that being said, Jeff eagerly tongued Monty’s ass for nearly two and a half hours. During this time, neither one had shot their load.

It was Jeff who was now on his back, with Monty on top, in a 69 position. Monty hummed while he lustfully sucked on Jeff’s cock. It was then that Monty got a better look at Jeff’s cock. Just like he figured, it was a good seven inches long, and enormously thick. Jeff’s hairy balls rested on top of the bedding, and they were very large, very large indeed. Monty fought with his own mouth just to get one of those hairy balls in his mouth, using his tongue to caress the hairy sac. The aroma was pure man scent, one in which was driving Monty mad with a fiery overly hot passion. The smell was of sweat mixed with natural musky body odor, one of which, Monty found to be magnetically irresistible.

While Jeff was sucking on Monty’s cock, his fingers began toying with Monty’s asshole, lightly rubbing the very entrance. Monty groaned deeply as the fingers rubbing his butt hole sent some form of magical delight exploding throughout his entire, already quivering, body.

Jeff managed to keep Monty’s cock inside his mouth while coating his left middle finger with saliva. Using his saliva lubricated finger, Jeff pushed it all the way up Monty’s anal canal. Monty cried out as the finger tore through the depths of his canal, sending a various assortment of mixed emotions crashing in his mind. It burned, but felt great, all at the same time. When Jeff began fucking his ass with his finger, Monty found himself cramming his ass onto Jeff’s finger, fucking his cock into Jeff’s mouth in the process.

Something inside Monty unyielded itself, forcing his cock to explode his love juice into Jeff’s mouth. Jeff felt the force of the massive wave of sperm as it began coating the roof of his mouth. There was at least 8 or 9 thick sperm wads explode inside his mouth, followed by a rapid succession of quick little spurts. Jeff held fast, trapping Monty’s thick gooey cum, patiently awaiting for the endless supply to run out. Monty was still grunting and whimpering like crazy as his orgasm shocked his already bucking body into one lengthy violent spasm.

Just when Jeff thought Monty’s cum was beginning to diminish, another round of thick cum balls splattered inside his mouth. Upon feeling the second wave, Jeff’s own cock erupted, spewing a massive energy of sperm bullets flying straight into Monty’s unaware cock filled mouth.

Monty gagged as Jeff’s thick ropes of sperm began pumping heavily into his mouth. Still trying to keep his little mouth on Jeff’s thick cock, he unintentionally swallowed a large helping of thick gooey cum. His first reaction was to spit it out, but then something lashed out at his taste buds, and the kind of salty sperm actually kind of tasted rather good. Instead of spitting Jeff’s gooey cum out, Monty began swallowing the thick seed as fast as Jeff’s cock could deliver it.

Sensing his mouth was rapidly filling up with Monty’s hot creamy cum, Jeff didn’t even have to contemplate whether he could actually swallow another man’s cum. Opening his throat, Jeff swallowed a large portion, moaning triumphantly, while savoring the near tasteless liquid.

Jeff’s anal plowing finger pounded in and out of Monty’s ass as he dined on the younger man’s thick cream. Monty was whimpering and groaning as his cock unleashed a load he never knew existed. The finger drilling away inside his ass only added more fuel to an already soaring high.

Both men pumped their life giving seed into the other man’s mouth, draining them dry of all their creamy cum. Now, with both once hard cocks falling limp, Monty slid off of Jeff and nestled up against Jeff’s right side. Jeff had already removed his finger from Monty’s ass, and out of sheer instinct, he raised the finger up to his nose and gave it a good whiff or two. Just as he had fantasized about, there was nothing close to a foul odor whatsoever. His finger smelled as fresh as before it had fucked Monty’s super tight asshole.

Nothing was said, or at least, just yet. Both men were somewhat exhausted, and their breathing was very rapid. While they lay on the bed, Jeff’s eyes feasted on Monty’s body, and Monty’s eyes marveled over Jeff’s body. Monty used his right hand to run its caressing course over Jeff’s chest and stomach hairs. To Monty, Jeff’s body hair was like a dream come true. He simply couldn’t get enough of running his hand through the older man’s fur.

Jeff cleared his throat, then softly whispered, ‘Monty, you were great! Do you think I can put it in you? God, I want to feel my cock inside you so fucking bad. So, uh, what do you think?’

Monty came to the sudden realization that Jeff wanted to put that thick pole up his ass. He already knew his mouth could just barely go over the large bulbous head, and now Jeff wanted to shove that monster up his ass. He did have to admit to himself that Jeff’s finger felt awesomely great, but then again, it was only a finger, and his finger wasn’t anywhere as thick as his monstrously thick cock.

While Monty was contemplating about what Jeff wanted to do, his mouth flew open, and the words spewed out, ‘Yes, God yes, I want to feel you inside me.’

Monty couldn’t even believe he had just said that. It was like someone else had spoken for him. While he was laying there still trying to figure out what he had just said, Jeff slid off the bed and retrieved a towel, and a bottle of clear fluid, then eased himself back onto the bed.

Jeff took a firm grip on both of Monty’s legs and hiked them up way over Monty’s head. Before Monty knew what was going on, both of his knees were extended over his head, deeply impaling into the mattress. Looking up, Monty’s soft cock was pointing straight at his mouth.

Jeff placed a large pillow at the base of Monty’s lower back, propping him up so that his asshole was now shooting upwards towards the ceiling. Monty heard the top being flipped open, then soon felt one of Jeff’s fingers ease its way up his ass. The feeling of Jeff’s finger snaking its way up his anal canal made Monty moan with a deep passion.

Within a short time later, Jeff added a second finger. When the second finger was added, Monty felt a dull pain and a burning sensation as his anal walls stretched outwards to accommodate the second finger. Jeff took his time, working both fingers slowly in and out of Monty’s extra tight ass. Feeling the time was just right, Jeff eased in a third finger. Monty yelled out as the third finger joined the other two. The fiery hot pain shot up his ass, straight into his head, exploding with a gut wrenching furry.

Monty’s body began shaking wildly, out of control, as Jeff’s three fingers slid in and out at a steady, but slow, pace. While Jeff was using the fingers of his left hand to lubricate and stretch Monty’s tight ass, his right hand was busy coating his hard cock with the slippery lubricant.

In a very short time, Monty began hiking his ass upwards to greet the thrusting fingers. Never in his life had he felt so much pleasure than the pleasure he was now enduring. His own cock grew back into its rock hard state, and was within a few short micro inches of his already wide open, and panting, mouth.

Jeff slid his fingers out of Monty’s hot ass, wiped them off on the towel, then positioned himself to the point that his cock head was now pressing up against Monty’s glistening little pucker hole. Monty did feel some kind of void when Jeff’s fingers departed from his ass, but that void would soon be filled.

Monty’s arms were stretched out at an angle away from his body, and his eyes were already misty when he felt his asshole give way to Jeff’s enormous cock head. The pain he had felt before with Jeff’s fingers was a mere blessing compared to the blistering pain shooting through every pore of his body.

Jeff pushed his meaty cock hard, sending the large cock head into the scorching heat of Monty’s anal canal. Monty’s mouth was already wide open, and only a slight screeching noise departed his mouth. The pain was so intense that Monty thought he was on the verge of passing out. He could hear Jeff saying something, but it seemed that Jeff’s voice was coming from somewhere far off in the distance.

Monty felt like his ass was being torn apart, and now, someone was shoving a burning telephone pole up his ass. It felt like with each vacating breath, Monty was showering the air with fire.

Jeff pushed forward, sinking his cock into Monty’s bone crushing anal canal, slinging his head to and fro from the sheer astonishing pleasure. The scorching heat attacked his invading cock with a defiant vengeance, forcing him to push deeper and deeper in an attempt to escape the flesh melting heat.

Water rolled out of the corners of Monty’s eyes as the pain only seemed to get more intense as each thick inch dove into his virgin ass. At this point in time, if Monty could have actually spoken, he would have been begging Jeff to pull it out, but though he did try and speak, no words exited his mouth.

Soon, Jeff had his entire cock up Monty’s ass, and his heavy hairy balls smashed themselves onto Monty’s hairless ass crack. All Jeff could do at this point was breathe in a sigh of relief. His cock was still on fire from the scorching heat of Monty’s ass, but just knowing what he was doing, and where his cock was now at, made life itself seem that much more worth living. Never, not ever, had Jeff had his cock in such a tighter orifice. Each time Monty took a breath, Jeff could feel Monty’s anal muscles converge themselves all over his throbbing hard cock.

Jeff began easing his cock out, stopping just short of pulling his cock head free, then slowly slid it all the way home. It was at this point that something inside Monty’s ass snapped. The intense pain that he once thought he was going to die from, suddenly disbursed, and a new, never before felt pleasure, gradually filled his body.

Seconds later, Monty reached up with both hands and grabbed the back of Jeff’s neck, then screamed, ‘Yes, yes, fuck me Jeff! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’

With that being said, Jeff began pile driving his meaty member in and out of Monty’s ass. With each powerful thrust, Monty cried out as pure blissful pleasure shot through his body like a bolt of lightning.

Jeff began fucking his cock into Monty’s ass like a mad man, grunting furiously at the pleasures his own cock was feeding him with. Jeff still couldn’t force his eyes off of Monty’s gorgeous face as he plowed his cock sharply, sending the chilling sounds of flesh hammering flesh, bouncing off the cabin’s walls.

Monty began timing Jeff’s violent thrusts, humping his little ass into the air to meet force with force. Jeff placed the palm of his right hand on the back of Monty’s head, forcing it forwards just a bit, causing Monty’s hard cock to now slide into Monty’s own mouth.

For Monty, this was just an added pleasure he never knew existed. His ass was being savagely fucked, and now he was passionately sucking away on his own slender morsel. Jeff was in total awe watching Monty suck on his own cock while he himself was hammering away at Monty’s bone crushing ass.

It wasn’t too long after Monty began sucking on his own cock when his cock exploded his own love juice into his mouth. Jeff knew Monty was blowing a load just by the angelic moans piping out of the corners of Monty’s cock filled mouth. Monty didn’t care that his mouth was being flooded by his own thick cum. The feeling of being fucked was just too overwhelming for him to pay any attention to.

Monty began swallowing his own gooey cream, moaning passionately as Jeff pounded his ass like a runaway locomotive. With each spurt of cum, Monty’s ass muscles coiled themselves around Jeff’s meaty member. Jeff felt this too, and with Monty’s ass muscles attacking his cock, his own orgasm tore through him like a thief in the night.

Jeff cried out as his piss slit exploded, shooting large sperm balls deep into Monty’s rectum. Monty felt Jeff’s cum as it departed his cock, shooting deeper into his anal canal. Monty’s own cock kept on spraying his mouth with his own wads of cum, and he swallowed feverishly to match pace with pace.

With one last violent thrust, Jeff sent the last morsel of cum up Monty’s mind boggling ass. Monty, in the meantime, had sucked his own cock into submission, and it now slid out of his mouth defiantly limp, and completely drained.

Jeff’s cock fell limp as well, and as he took in one last deep breath, his cock plopped out of Monty’s ass. Immediately, Monty felt a vacancy inside his ass. Jeff collapsed on the bed on Monty’s left side, both men now breathing ever so heavily.

Still breathing sharply, Jeff rolled over and sank both lips over Monty’s. Their kiss was long, and deeply passionate. A few heart felt minutes later, their kiss broke, and Jeff whispered, ‘This was way better than any fantasy. Happy birthday Monty!’

Monty was a bit too exhausted to speak, and Jeff was looking at him with their eyes connected to one another. Jeff spoke, ‘I might be a bit out of line, but Monty, I could spend the rest of my life making love to you. For years now, I’ve loved you in my mind, but now, especially after what just happened, I love you with all my heart.’

Catching his breath, Monty reached up with his right hand, holding Jeff’s neck, then angelically, and ever so softly, replied, ‘And I could do this forever with you as well. I love you too!’

Later on that day, when Jeff dropped Monty off back at his house, Monty’s dad met him at the door. Taking one look at his son, his dad said, ‘You look like you just had your butt worn out!’

Monty smiled at his dad, then replied, ‘Yes sir, believe me, I just did!’

For three months straight, Jeff and Monty spent every opportunity making love. On their fourth anniversary, Jeff had purchased a two dollar lottery ticket the night before. That morning, Jeff had snuck Monty out of his house and the two had wild sex back at the cabin. Just prior to them leaving, Jeff went to his computer with Monty sitting on his lap. If Jeff didn’t already feel like he was the luckiest man in the world, the ticket in his left hand made him feel even that much more luckier.

Jeff and Monty didn’t tell anyone about the lottery ticket. Jeff waited for Monty to finish up with school, and the two of them decided that they were not going to hide their love for one another any longer.

They didn’t go all out and buy a mansion, but they did purchase a home, and now spend every waking moment in each others arms, redefining their passionate love for one another!

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Earn Extra Money
Earn extra money for Xmas!
Looking for young men between 18-21 years old.
Consultation and Physical Exam Required.
Call 555-2424 if interested.

Eighteen-year-old college freshman Ronnie Jones had looked at the ad again then flipped open his cell phone and dialed the number. Ronnie had just about blown everything in his bank account for the semester and he could certainly use extra money for Christmas.

‘Hello?’ a voice on the other end of the line had answered.

‘Uh, yeah. I’m calling about the ad in the college newspaper. The one where you’re looking for guys eighteen through twenty one who want to earn extra money,’ Ronnie had said.

‘I see. Well, there is the necessity of an interview and a physical exam,’ the voice on the other end of the line had replied.

‘Uh, yeah. That’s what the ad said,’ Ronnie had answered.

‘Well, when can you come by for an interview?’ the voice on the other end of the line had asked.

‘Uh, anytime,’ Ronnie had replied.

‘Will three o’clock this afternoon be okay?’ the voice had asked.

‘Sure!’ Ronnie had replied.

‘Fine! The address is 3520 Oak Street. You know where that is?’ the voice asked.

‘Uh, yes sir!’ Ronnie had replied.

‘Fine, see you at three, then. Goodbye!’ the voice had said and hung up, abruptly ending the call.

That afternoon, at exactly three o’clock, Ronnie had rung the doorbell of the one story brick structure and waited.

‘Come in! Come in! I’m Doctor Grayson’, a tall, somewhat muscular man, with coal black hair and dressed in a white smock had said, opening the door and stepping aside for Ronnie to enter.

Ronnie had found some of the questions in the interview somewhat weird, especially the ones about his sex life, and the physical examination weird as well, feeling that the doctor lingered a little bit to long with his fingers when doing the prostate exam. The physical exam, and the fact that he had had to lock himself in a small restroom and jerk off and shoot into a beaker had seemed very strange. On the other hand, Dr.

Grayson was quite pleased.

Physically, Ronnie was about as perfect a subject as the doctor could want. His sperm output was above average, but that would most certainly improve if past experiments held true, and the way Ronnie’s hips etched into his rippled abdominals was also a pretty good sign. As for his cock and balls, the five-inches of circumcised meat, which would swell to eight when hard, and the large, low-hung, balls were perfect, as was the fact that the young man definitely had a rectum sensitive to stimulation. The doctor had smiled as Ronnie began to slightly buck back on his fingers as he fingered his prostate.

‘A thousand dollars!’ Ronnie had exclaimed when the doctor had told him how much he would earn, and he couldn’t imagine what he would have to do for it.

‘Well, Ronnie. Basically, I’m doing research on sperm production.

Specifically, increasing the output, and so far I’ve had great success.

Essentially, you’re going to be a sperm donor,’ the doctor had said.

‘Oh! You mean I gotta jerk off into a beaker again?’ Ronnie had asked.

‘No! It’ll be something a little different than that. However, I can assure you you won’t be physically harmed in any way,’ the doctor had replied.

‘I’ll do it,’ Ronnie had said, thinking how cool it was to get paid that much money for shooting off.

‘Here! You are to take two of these a day, one upon arising and one before going to bed. You are not to masturbate at all. When the medication is all gone you are to call me and we’ll set up a time.

Expect to be out of pocket for a few days,’ the doctor said, handing Ronnie the bottle of capsules.

‘Uh, yes sir!’ Ronnie replied, taking the brown pill bottle from the doctor.

Over the course of the next few days, not much was different for Ronnie, except that he wished he could jerk off. By the end of the week, however, things were noticeably different. If his penis wasn’t hard it was half-hard most of the time and it leaked pre-cum incessantly. His balls went through periods where they ached and were sensitive to the touch, he could swear they were larger, and he wanted to cum so bad he thought he would die. Yet, Ronnie had done as the doctor had asked, afraid to blow his chance at earning a thousand dollars. So, when he took the last capsule of the medication he had called the doctor as instructed.

Doctor Nathan Grayson had smiled as he had set down the headset. Ronnie, his next subject, was soon to be on the way over. Things were working out marvelously well. As a matter of fact, Danny Johnson, the most recent subject, had recuperated enough so that he had left early this morning, a thousand dollars richer and not one sperm left in his body, or promise of one soon. In fact, it would probably take his balls a week or more to recharge.

Now, Ronnie found himself in the same examination room where the doctor had done his physical sitting naked upon the table and waiting while the doctor filled a hypodermic syringe with some clear fluid.

‘What’s that?’ Ronnie asked.

‘Basically, it’s somewhat of a sexual stimulant. It’ll make your penis quite hard,’ the doctor replied. ‘Now, you may notice a warm feeling in your penis and testicles,’ the doctor said as moved over toward the examination table to inject the substance into Ronnie’s arm.

Ronnie grimaced a bit as the doctor stuck him with the needle.

‘You’ll notice the effect shortly. There’s nothing to be alarmed about,’

the doctor added as he removed the needle, neglecting to tell Ronnie that his penis would stay hard for hours on end.

‘Oh shit!’ Ronnie said moments later as a warm sensation began to flow through his groin.

Then, he watched, as if by magic, his cock began to swell rapidly. Soon, it was rock hard at its full eight-inches. In fact, to Ronnie it felt as though it had never been so hard in his entire life. It was at that moment that a tall, muscular, black man entered the examination room and Ronnie stared. The man was huge!

‘This is my assistant, James. James this is Ronnie,’ the doctor said.

‘Uh, hi!’ Ronnie replied, trying to hide his hard on without much success.

‘Hello,’ the huge black man said, nodding his head.

‘James, why don’t you escort Ronnie here to the test room and get him set up. I’ll be there in a moment,’ the doctor said.

‘Yes, doctor! Come with me,’ the black man said to Ronnie. ‘And, don’t worry, I seen plenty of hard dicks in the last six months so don’t be embarrassed,’ he added.

Ronnie followed the black man down a short hall, his hard cock swinging from side to side as he walked, and the warmth his groin intensifying with each passing moment it seemed. However, it was when James opened the door at the end of the hall that Ronnie stopped short in the doorway and his mouth hung open at what he saw.

‘What the fuck is that?’ Ronnie asked, as he saw the futuristic looking device sitting in the middle of the room.

The adjustable metal frame of the machine was an unusual device in and of itself. At the head of the frame was a metal bar, not unlike what one would find on a Soloflex, or a similar exercise device. At each end of the bar were adjustable metal bands through which the wrists of the occupant were inserted and firmly secured. In the middle was a large oval-like device in which the subject’s head was placed and the firmly secured into place.

Leather straps held the upper torso of the occupant firmly to the eight inch wide adjustable beam that went toward the end of the device where it joined two smaller beams that formed legs in an inverted ‘V’ shape. Foot pads were at the bottom of each of the legs and those were where the subject’s feet were placed and firmly secured.

A hydraulic system allowed the legs to be adjusted so that the subject’s legs could be spread and maneuvered about in order to enable his butt crack to be splayed open and his anus to be clearly vulnerable.

Once the frame had been adjusted for the proper fit, the subject’s torso was strapped firmly to the frame. Once that was done, the subject’s head was secured and locked into position. Once the subject was totally secured, the computerized console was activated and the various robotic arms moved into place to perform their specific functions.

One of the robotic arms moved into place at the subject’s ass end. Two others, with suction devices on them, attached themselves to the subject’s nipples. Another, with finger like projections, moved into place just millimeters from the subject’s perineum. Finally, a special plastic sleeve, with hose attached, was placed over the subject’s penis and balls and secured.

Once the program began, a pump was started that at first created a vacuum causing the subject’s penis to swell grotesquely and fill the plastic sleeve. Then, the sleeve would begin to vibrate and suck and milk the subject’s cock. As it did so, the robotic arms with the suction cups would be activated and the subject’s nipples would be both nibbled and sucked at the same time.

Then, at the foot of the metal frame the robotic arm with a rubber, ten-inch long, finger-width probe, with a small bulb at the end that had an opening like a piss-slit, would optically sight the subject’s butt hole and the probe would be inserted swiftly into the subject’s rectum.

In and of itself there was little discomfort with the insertion.

However, once inserted the bulb at the end of the probe would ultimately inflate until it was right at two inches wide, almost like the knot on a dog’s penis. Once inflated, the bulb at the end of the probe would then proceed to vibrate. As it did so, the robotic arm with the finger-like projections would seize hold of the subject’s perineum and began to massage it while it vibrated as well.

Finally, when the moisture sensors in the collection unit sensed the appropriate amount of pre-cum the rubberized knot would begin to fuck itself back and forth over the subject’s prostate.

In short, through the entire process the subject was getting his cock sucked and milked while his prostate, nipples, and perineum were being stimulated. Needless to say, it all led to extremely intense orgasms and copious discharges of sperm. Initially, that is. The program would not shut itself off until the subject had had three dry cums.

‘That, young man, is where you are gonna spend some time,’ James said.

‘Uh, I don’t know. I mean, do I gotta?’ Ronnie asked.

‘If you want the money,’ the black man said, and chuckled. ‘Now come on, I’ll get you in the thing,’ he added, and headed toward the weird looking contraption.

Ronnie couldn’t help but be a little nervous as the black man helped him onto the contraption and began to secure him to it. He even wondered why it was necessary for his legs to be maneuvered into such a position so that he could feel the cool air on his butt hole. Yet, the snug fit of the plastic sleeve on his cock felt good and he was already at the point of wanting to cum so bad that he didn’t care.

At about the time he was thoroughly secured into the contraption Dr.

Grayson entered the room and began to attach the monitoring electrodes to Ronnie’s body. That way, a careful check could be done of heart rate, blood pressure, and the like. Then, once he was satisfied, the process was ready to begin.

‘Okay, now you’re probably going to ejaculate very rapidly the first time. That will be followed by another ejaculation fairly soon.

However, it will take a little longer than the first. Just try to enjoy it as much as you can,’ the doctor said.

Of course, Dr. Grayson neglected to tell Ronnie that he would have one orgasm after another to the point that he would try with all his might not to have another, the dry cums being especially pleasurable and painful at the same time. Yet, there would be no way he could prevent them from happening.

With his head firmly secured, there was no way Ronnie could see what the doctor was doing because the control panel was located behind him and to the side. But, he could hear clicking and switching sounds and knew something was about to happen.

Quickly, the robotic arms with the suction cups positioned themselves and clamped onto his nipples. Then, the suction pump began to operate.

‘Oh fuck! Shit!’ Ronnie hollered, as the sleeve began to milk and suck his cock and the cups began to nibble and suck on his nipples.

‘Yes, enjoy it, my boy! I shall check on you in a little while,’ the doctor said, and headed out of the room.

The room was soon full of the sounds of Ronnie’s moans from the pleasure radiating from his cock and nipples as they got massaged and sucked.

‘Owwww! ‘ Ronnie then hollered, as the probe entered his rectum. ‘Unh!

Oh my God!’ he then cried out, as the bulb at the end of the probe inflated and filled his rectum with a knot the size of a lemon.

Then, almost instantly, as the knot in his rectum began to vibrate, the robotic arm with the finger-like projections grabbed hold of his perineum and began to message it and vibrate as well.

Oh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!’ Ronnie wailed, never having received such stimulation in his life.

Needless to say, with such stimulation it didn’t take long before Ronnie began to leak pre-cum profusely. In less than a minute, the sensors in the collection unit sensed the presence of enough pre-cum and the knot began to fuck itself back and forth over Ronnie’s prostate like some giant swab, causing Ronnie to squeal like he hadn’t done since he was a little kid.

‘Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Arggggggggghhhhh! Argggggggghhhh!’ Ronnie wailed, his mind going on overload from all the stimulation.

Dr. Grayson had been right and it didn’t take long for the first orgasm, for in less than three minutes Ronnie could feel the cum began to boil in his balls and head upward toward freedom.

‘Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh–aaaaaAAAAAhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!’ Ronnie cried out in a crescendo and came.

Immediately, two things happened with Ronnie’s initial discharge. At first, there was a loud slurping sound, and the pump began to labor a bit with the quantity of the sperm as it began to slurp up Ronnie’s thick, white, goo. Then, the rubberized bulb in Ronnie’s rectum began to shoot a gush of warm sperm into his rectum. It would do so in time with each spurt of his own cum that was slurped up by the collection unit. All the collected sperm was saved for just this very purpose and it served to intensifying the subject’s orgasms.

To Ronnie, it was as if he was blowing his own cum load into his butt, and again he squealed as he blew a second blast that was bigger than the first. In fact, it was so powerful it felt as if his whole insides were coming out of the end of his dick.

Ronnie panted like a steam engine as he finished his orgasm. Yet, there was no rest. He was soon moaning loudly again as the stimulation continued and in less than five minutes he was again wailing and blowing another load of thick teen goo, getting his butt swabbed by the rubberized bulb and flooded with more sperm in the process.

It was after his eighth cum, in less than an hour, that Ronnie began to make unintelligible noises that were pleas not to cum again. But, it did no good. Ronnie was along for the ride whether the liked it or not, each cum beginning to hurt more and more as the process to suck his balls dry continued.

It took almost two hours before there was no more sperm and Ronnie wasn’t conscious for the third dry cum. He had screamed and passed out on the second one, experiencing tremendous pain and pleasure at the same time.

Yet, the contraption had done its duty and milked him to a third and final dry cum. Afterward, James helped a very exhausted and wobbly Ronnie to the special recovery room, sperm running down his thighs and legs from all that had been pumped into his butt, and cleaned him up then tucked him into bed.

Of course, what Dr. Grayson had neglected to tell Ronnie was that the injection he had given him earlier would be followed by more over the next two days. They would not only made his cock hard but they contained twenty times the dose of the agent he had developed for increasing sperm output that he had given Ronnie in the capsules. In short, Ronnie was to be a living breathing sperm factory that would rapidly produce sperm in great quantities for the next several days.

As a result, by the time he began to stir awake the next morning Ronnie’s cock was not only rock hard but his balls ached badly and were swollen because they needed to be emptied again. So, it was a weak-kneed Ronnie that was helped back to the milking room and strapped into the machine.

Then, as the probe inserted itself into his rectum, then swelled, Ronnie began to whimper, for there were no surprises this time and he now knew everything that was about to happen and also that there was nothing he could do about it until his balls were milked dry again.

Again, the milking session proceeded and after about two hours Ronnie was milked dry, blubbering like a little kid toward the end and begging not to cum as each orgasm approached. This time, he didn’t pass out when the dry cums started and he screamed with each one because of the combination of pleasure and pain and the force and intensity of the orgasmic contractions that were trying in vain to spew something from his penis.

It was a very tired and weak Ronnie that headed back to his dorm a thousand dollars richer a day later. He did have the money for his Christmas shopping but seriously doubted that he would be jerking off any time soon or answering any more ads that promised a way to earn extra money.

As for Dr. Grayson, for the test period he had managed to increase Ronnie’s sperm output by over 500 percent, like most of the others. So, he knew that his new product had merit and would soon be reliable enough so that he could approach the drug companies with just a few more test runs, and there were plenty of subjects who had answered the ad. In fact, he could hear the cries of the newest test subject echoing down the hall as he worked on his notes.

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I was literally floored my first day at community college. I had just arrived in town a few days before and was not familiar with anything, much less a huge college. I was trying to find my way to my next class looking at the floor plan in my hand when I crashed into this big hulk of a guy. My books went all over the floor, my glasses too and I joined them.

I was dazed and then this guy apologizes, starts picking up my books and puts my glasses back on. Are you hurt? he asks me apologetically. Nope I’m fine thanks. I should be apologizing to you, I answered. He was also clutching a floor plan in his hand. You new here too? I added. Yup, don’t know a soul. Well now we do, I’m Cary, I said. Mike here, let’s get together after class and grab a soda together. I couldn’t believe it. He helped me up, he was a head taller than I, had a gorgeous golden tan, strong muscles, must be a football player, I thought to myself. Man he is a hot looking dude, must be quite a ladies man.

I couldn’t help thinking about him and his hot looks all day. I did not see him again, but there he was at the end of classes by the school doors waiting for me. Live far from here? he asked me, Nope. Me neither, he answered let’s walk to the mall. OK and we started chatting about our day. At the mall he took me to an old fashioned soda fountain I had not seen before and the place was filling up with guys. He said grab a table, I’ll get in line and he handed me his back pack. I did find a little table near the back. Sat down and parked my books and his back pack on the other chair. In a while he sauntered over with a big grin on his face holding a large soda and a large ice cream cup, two straws and two plastic spoons. I picked up my books, piled them on the and he sat down next to me and shared his goodies with me.

A thrill shot through me as he looked at me and gave me a straw and a spoon. I am a lefty and he right handed, so all of a sudden while we are sharing his ice cream, I feel his left hand on top of my right hand and he just let his fingers casually fall between mine while he looked at me longingly. I had never experienced anything in my life like this, but it felt so good. I just let it happen. ‘You are so cute’, he said to me just like that. I blushed and he smiled. ‘Nobody told you that before’, ‘nope’ I answered still dazed. ‘Well Cary get used to it, cause you are very cute, just look at how some of the other guys here are smacking their lips looking at you.’ I looked up from our hands and did notice some guys staring at me and Mike. I blushed again and blurted out: ‘you are so hot Mike, I like you a lot’.

He squeezed my fingers between his, smiled at me and said: ‘Close your eyes Cary’. I did. and he kissed my ice creamy lips with his. He put his hand behind my neck so I wouldn’t back off and slipped his creamy tongue into my mouth. I gave up any pretense of shyness now. He wanted me and knew I wanted him too. I kissed him back, sucked his tongue and let it curl up with mine. He took my hand off the table and down to his thigh where he placed it close to his crotch so I could fell the heat. I started feeling his powerful leg muscles and he just sighed and said: ‘That’s just what I need Cary, keep going baby, you are hot too’. Just then I broke the kiss and looked down at our hands still together, mine was stroking his leg coming closer to and closer to his bulging crotch. ‘Go ahead Cary, feel it how hard it is just for you’, he said quietly. I did and felt the thrill of my life as for the first time I felt another guys joy stick and it was as hard as mine.

‘Wow!! I said, man you are so big and hard!’, ‘You like it?’ he asked me anxiously. ‘Feels real good, I’d like to see it.’ I answered, excited to be talking like this to a great looking guy. I had always fantasized about meeting a guy like this, but had no idea how it could happen, and here I was in a soda fountain playing around with a gorgeous dude’s power tool and enjoying it. ‘How about coming over to my place so we can get to know each other better. Nobody else will be there till 8 pm’. ‘Oh man thats a real cool idea Cary, let’s go now!’ We both got up and flattened our jean’s bulges and took off to my place.

Once inside he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. Man what a kiss!! He held me tight and I could feel the thrill of his growing stiffy against my thigh. He also grabbed my tail and squeezed my butt. I grabbed his too and he let me fondle his ass cheeks. Man they were nice and firm. My little pecker grew hard too and I rubbed it against his leg. We both moaned and sighed softly. I couldn’t believe I was in his arms. He pulled off my shirt and started rubbing my chest, pinching my little nipples. ‘Wow that feels so good Mike’, ‘you like it’, ‘yup I like everything you do to me’, ‘oh we are going to have a lot of fun together, where do you hang out?’ ‘Upstairs’ I said and he led the way up the stairs to my bed room, there we stripped for each other and liked what we saw.

I pulled him into bed with me. and he landed on top of me. I opened my legs wide and let his thighs fall between them. His hard big cock pressed against my crotch and it felt oh so good and I told him so. I use lube to jack off and finger my ass hole, so I opened my night table drawer and gave it to him. He kissed me, I parted my lips to let his tongue in my mouth and started sucking it. Meanwhile he started playing with my nipples making them hard, then he licked and sucked them too. I was happy he was enjoying them and making me feel so good. I never thought he could give me such a thrill. He kissed my neck and left a mark on it, saying I was his. I told him I wanted to be his.

After a while he asked if I would suck his cock and I said yes, I wanted to. He sat on my chest with his legs spread and brought my head up till my lips touched the tip of his cock. I was oozing precum and I licked it. He felt a thrill all over and moaned when I did it. Wow! I did it again and again teasing his cock and he kept moaning asking me to suck it. Then he put his hand behind my neck and slowly pushed his throbbing man tool into my hungry and very willing mouth. My lips were drooling between my saliva and his precum as I took in his hot manhood and savored it. Then he slowly pulled it out while I clamped my lips around it and felt it withdraw. Then he pushed it in again, this time deeper, pretty soon I was going wild with his face fuck. Every time he got more shaft in, till finally his black curly pubes tickled my nose. ‘Grab my balls and feel how heavy they are’, he joked. ‘I’m gonna breed you real good Cary, you are going to be my bitch’. ‘Oh yes Mike, go ahead make me your bitch and seed me good’.

‘You really like it Cary’, he finally told me, and I said, ‘I love it. It feels and tastes so good’. I kept it up, looking up at his sweet face as he blew me kisses and caressed my face. Then he put some lube on one hand and began feeling up my ass crack. ‘Gee Cary, you have such a smooth pussy’, he said as he fondled my butt and fingered my virgin man cunt. His finger felt much better than mine up my ass and soon I was begging him to fuck me. I was hot and horny and I wanted him inside me. He quickly took his cock out of my mouth, got off me and raising my legs started sucking and rimming my hole. I gasped as I began to enjoy this new feeling and realizing that in a few minutes I would be his bitch and he would breed me and fill my pussy with joy.

Before I knew it he was behind me, raised my leg, asked me to hold it and put his wet cock head against my hole, ‘Push Cary, open your pussy for me’ he commanded me, I obeyed and felt his hard helmet get past my o ring. ‘Ohh! Mike’ I moaned in ecstasy as I lost my virginity to him and felt him slowly and deliberately fill my pussy with his joy stick. It was what I wanted and needed from him. He let me adjust to his tool and then began to fuck me slowly and deliberately, and I started to enjoy it. Before long I was moving back and forth making his hot hard tool come in and out of what was fast becoming my man cunt. He was right I was becoming his hot bitch and loved it.

I felt this powerful urge to get laid by him and give him my pussy to enjoy, but also I felt he was making me feel like I wanted to cum. My little prick was not hard now, it was soft and dangled freely as I moved back and forth faster and clamped my o ring around his power tool to feel it more and more getting me so excited till all of a sudden I moaned, shuddered and began shooting my load onto the bed. He kissed me, held me tight and shuddered too as he began seeding me, filling me with his love juice that I so much wanted. We both were in ecstasy now. We kissed as hard as we could, his hard tongue was inside my mouth filling it with his hot saliva as his dick unloaded all his cum inside me. I was his now, his hot bitch boy. What more could I want that first time. It was pure bliss. Joy at discovering a guy who wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Soon we would be involved in a long series of adventures which I would like to tell you guys about if you encourage me with your comments below.

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My hair had grown for a long time since I last had my head shaved. It had grown down to my shoulders and before shaving it off again I wanted to have fun and sex being a long-haired monster. But I wanted a change of my look and I asked my private barber who once had shaved my head.

He suggested that I should have my hair permed again and we met at his shop after closing time. He shut the curtains of the shop and told me to get out off my cloths. I was naked in a few seconds and then I sat down on the barber chair. He put a long cape around me and then he put the chair in a position that my head was over the sink behind the chair. He took his cloths off as well and stood naked behind me.

I felt the warm water rinsing my hair and my penis got thick and hard immediately. I started masturbating when the barber shampooed my hair and soon my hands got wet from the pre-cum. I dried my wet hands with my body and pubic hair and continued masturbating. When my head was full of shampoo and massaged by the barber’s hands my hands caught the sperm I sent out with my first orgasm. I worked my sperm all through my pubic hair and the barber started to masturbate his penis as well. He shot a load of sperm on my shampooed head and worked it all through my hair with his hands.

Then my hair was rinsed with water and then my hairdresser started to divide my hair with a comb into sections for the curlers. He started rolling up my long hair from my forehead to the back of my head on big curlers. Watching my hair being curled up like that my dick got hard again and I had to wank it again.

On the sides of my head now came smaller curlers and soon I had my hair curled all around my head. Now the fluid for the perm was coming on the curlers and after that was done we had to wait for the result. We did not waste time while waiting and we now both were rubbing our dicks.

Now the time had come to check my perm. The hairdresser took one curler off and found that my hair was perfect. My hair with the curlers was rinsed again with water and then all curlers were taken off. My head was rinsed clean now.

My hair was washed again with shampoo and I felt that there now was a wild forest of curled hair on my head. I was wanking my penis again and now I leaned my head back for the final rinse with water. All my curls were falling backwards now and that was the next time when I shot my sperm away and shampooed my pubic hair again with it.

Now my hair was dried under a hood dryer and I served my penis again. Finally when my hair was dry the hairdresser and me took turns in grabbing into my curls. I was standing in front of the hairdresser and his hard penis went inside my ass. He fucked me while he grabbed my hair and my penis got with my own hands.

After that we dressed again and I went home. Arriving there I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and I threw my cloths off again. I filled my bath with warm water and when it was filled I bowed down over the edge and put my curled head completely under water. Coming up again my long curled wet hair covered my face and I went to my bed wet as I was. With a dark curtain of my wet hair in front of my eyes I jerked off again and shot my sperm all over my naked body.

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I must say things have slowed down sexually for me in the last few years, I have ‘Sown my wild Oats’ so to speak, and have had a great sex life, even being gay it’s been a very wonderful life.

Oh yeah! I have endured the usual banter that comes with being out and gay. Hecklers, and name callers, the religious right, what ever that means and of course the homophobia of my own generation. I have still kept my wits about me and have done alright, I am a Professional Photographer, and over the years working for different magazines and papers and even some publishers, I have had the express pleasure of photographing and compiling a magazine of my own doing, it’s a magazine for gay men, I sold it and made quite a tidy profit.

During the photo shoots I have had some fantastic encounter with some of the models, and some wonderful memories, I have had the pleasure of feeling some of this country’s best looking men, with their cock’s buried in my ass, and or down my throat, and have had the awesome delicious taste of many men’s loads of cum.

Well I had started to finally settle back and enjoy life, receiving the royalties of my several books,(Published), and other works in photography. I now have a studio that someone else runs for me, and I get a fairly nice salary from that too, so I do quite well.

I have been just relaxing and enjoying doing really nothing for the last six months and I had moved into this suburban area, purchased a new home, a modest four bedroom flat, with a two car garage and full finished basement, family room, and full bath on the lower level and three bedrooms and a full bath and a half on the upper level, it is very nice, and I might add paid for.

Since I had moved in about four years ago, there is this kid, Zane ishis first name, He was a little doll at fifteen, much potential, but I am not a child molester so It was just a business arrangementback then.

I had made friends with Zane that first year, I bought magazines from his school prodject, and I had him do odd jobs for me, He cut my grass weekly and helped keep my yard in shape, he was a really friendly fella.

Well needless to say I had been noticing how nicely he was becoming as he grew into manhood, He was now about nineteen or twenty, still cutting my grass. Still doing garage cleaning, and helping me do anything I needed, he was just always there helping me with something.

This on particular Saturday, morning I had been doing something in the garage, the weather was warm I was wearing just an old tee shirt and a pair of worn out faded shorts.

Zane walked around the back where the entrance to the garage was and said, ‘Hey, dude what’s happening?’

‘Just boxing up some stuff for the Salvation Army to pick up. wanna help?’

‘Sure, do I get paid by the hour or the job?’ He said, and then started giggling.

We Worked around the garage for several hours. and I noticed that Zane was always looking at me as we worked like he had something on his mind.

I finally just stopped and we took a break, then Zane smiled at me and said, ‘Hey Ken, can I ask you something?’

‘Why sure, Zane you can feel free to ask me anything.’

‘Well, hmmmmm, I have noticed for the last several months now, that you never have a woman or female come around,,, And I have seen several guys coming and going from here and Hmmmmmmm!, He was almost embarrassed as he turned away from me to ask this, but, ‘Do you not like woman, like a gay man or something. I was just curious. I mean do you like to mess around with guys, sexually I mean?’

My jaw fell open and I sorta stammered looking for the right words to say to Zane.

‘Well it’s like this Zane, Oh hell, I might as well tell you the truth, ‘Yes, yes I do.’

I watched as Zane’s face lit up, ear to ear with big smile.

‘Really, have you ever had a guy suck your dick?’ he asked. I could tell he was nervous to ask this question.

‘To be honest with you, yes I have, and I have sucked a few guys dicks too.’

‘No shit,’ Zane sorta just wandered around humming and hawing around, looking at little things in the garage as he slowly and gently asked me about all this.

He was looking at a set of new screwdrivers laying on the workbench and picked up one, ‘Well, would you?’ he said, as he looked into my face.

‘Would I what? I said to Zane.

‘You know, like to suck my dick.’

I was astounded to hear that come from his mouth. Here is this awesome looking young man, about nineteen or twenty, so damned good looking he looked like a movie star, asking me to suck his cock for him.

I smiled as I stared straight into Zane’s eye. I walked over to Zane and looked straight into his eyes, ‘Would you like that Zane? Have you never had a blow job Zane? at your age that’s unusual.

‘No sir, but I would love to see how it feels, and I don’t want any of the guys my age knowing about it.’

I smiled and said, ‘would you like to feel that now?’

His smile grew bigger and he said, ‘OH Hell yeah man,’

I asked Zane about his sex life which was about zero up to this point, he was totally virgin.

‘Ken, I have always wanted to do it and see how it feels, I’ve heard guys at school talking about how awesome it feels to get your cock sucked. I just wanted to try it thats all.’

I smiled at Zane and said, ‘Man it would be my pleasure.’

I took Zane by the hand and took him into the house and up to my bedroom. He was smiling this huge smile all the way.

God he was gorgeous, I began to strip him off, and I was totally shocked to see what he had been hiding, god he had a big cock. He said, he measured it and it was almost nine inches long. And like his wrist, around he said, it was six plus inches around.

‘OH Wow!’ was his response as I layed him back and began to play with his very nice ball sack of nuts. I felt his nipples harden in my fingers as I tweeked them and heard Zanes first sexual moans, I sucked them and took them between my teeth gently and nibbled on his nips, he was enjoying it. then I went down and sucked on his balls for a few minutes, I didn’t feel like I wanted to overwhelm him the first time out of the gate.

But I did endulge in one of my favorite things. I had him on his back, enjoying my artwork on his private parts, when I had him lift his legs up over his body and raise his asshole and I totally go lost in this kids beautiful ass, I was sucking, licking, swirling my tongue and shoving my tongue as deep as I could go into his asshole, I thought he would depart from the bed, ‘Holy shit man, that feels so Incredible, and Kept up the work. ‘Shit man, thats fantastic, I don’t believe just how awesome it feels.’

Zane was breathing so heavy I thought he would asphixiate, and he was humping my face with his ass, Mother fucker man, was I ever a happy man, his personal odor was one I would have loved to capture in a jar and keep by my bed side when I needed a good wiff of manscent, this kid was perfect.

I slowly finally worked my way up to the head of his thick cock, I took it into my mouth and heard his voice grunt and moan as I began to slowly suck the juice out of his cock.

Zane felt like he would fly off my bed. but I kept working on his cock, he was enjoying my work, I heard him moaning, and making different sounds of total acceptance as I brought Zane to the edge of cumming.

‘Holy shit, OH Fuck, JEEEEESUS man, I’m doing it,,,,,,,I’m cumming.’ And man did this kids first cum feel fantastic, I almost wasn’t able to take it all I had cum running down the sides of my mouth. And taste, It was like a great meal and just the right amount too. His cum tasted fantastic. Just what I needed right at that time.

Zane lay there like I had drained the life from his body.

‘Well was it what you expected?’ I asked.

‘And then some, he said, with exasperation and gasping.

Zane spent the night that night and I showed him several other things but that was the beginning of a very awesome relationship with me and Zane, Me being older don’t seem to have any bearing on our sex relationship. Zane learned what it felt like to suck my cock and taste my cum too.

Our next step is to introduce him to anal sex, but for now this is what it is, because there’s an old saying ‘Good things come to those that wait.’ I’m anxiously awaiting.

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NOTE: I hope this chapter isn’t too kinky for those of you who enjoyed the first two chapters, but if it is, I encourage you to read it anyway even if only for the plot resolution.

What happened after that Super Bowl weekend taught me a lot. The most amazing thing to me was not just that Damon committed to loving me; it was how smoothly and comfortably he slipped right into living openly in a gay relationship with me. I’d had so many worries and fears about how to live my own life, worrying about how to come out to people, worrying about how others would react to me, about rejection, even possible violence toward me. Damon on the other hand just changed his life overnight and never even raised an eyebrow.

After identifying as a purely straight man all his life, it was even more amazing to me what a non-issue it was for Damon to fall in love with a boy. I think most males would have freaked out, panicked, had a tragic crisis of identity, crying all over themselves in self-absorbed misery, wondering, ‘Why me?!’ But that wasn’t Damon. His attitude proved that he’s an actual real man, not a collection of imitated behaviors. Clearly it takes great confidence to so graciously accept such an unexpected and stigmatized reality, and Damon didn’t hesitate for an instant to show his love for me. For this reason, and a thousand others, Damon is a devastatingly amazing man.

I officially moved in with Damon when my 6-month lease expired, just a few weeks after that first, unforgettable night we spent together. I was amazed at how quickly our bond strengthened. We both just had to spend all our time together, and we did, every single night. I was truly living my fantasy life. I was finally experiencing all the wonderful emotions, the sweet romantic moments, big and small, the companionship, and yes, the sex, that previously I only yearned for. I very quickly became totally attached to Damon, compelled to please him in every way, and he took full advantage of that.

Just as I was bound to him in my own way, Damon’s tie to me was equally strong, but had a very different manner of expression. I don’t think Damon noticed himself becoming so extremely possessive of me in just the first few days of our romantic relationship. He would constantly have his hands on me when we were together. Even out in public, there was always an arm around my shoulders or sides, holding me next to him, or a hand near my neck, subtly guiding my direction. Like I said, I don’t think he noticed how frequent these gestures were. It seemed to be his natural instinct to behave that way with the one he loved. It was that primal part of his mind that needed to let everyone, me included, know, ‘This is mine. Don’t touch.’

In private also, he frequently reminds me that I am his. When we’re watching something on the television, he holds me on top of him, lying on the couch. Sitting on the love-seat, he holds me tight, squished between him and the armrest. Every night, before we go to sleep, he pulls me over to his side of the bed and holds me however he wants. Maybe he doesn’t notice how often he does these things, but I do, every single time. And I cherish each and every one of them. I love being Damon’s!

Of course, sex was another story all together. In the bedroom, Damon was totally deliberate in and aware of his dominance. When it’s just the two of us in our apartment, let me tell you, that man makes my world turn, day and night! How better for Damon to assert his dominion than to grab me, throw me down right there on the spot, wherever in the apartment we are, get on top of me, and then to get inside of me? To open my hole up and to carve out a cozy, warm home for that huge fuck rod of his in my butt. To ram it in repeatedly, making me feel it, ensuring there can be no question nor doubt about who’s the man in the relationship. And ultimately, to breed my ass with his warm, juicy cum.

Damon could not only fuck me into unearthly physical pleasure, but he was also able to fuck me into genuine submission, which gives me the most intense rushes of my life. I’m still rather shy, but when we’re in bed, Damon fucks that shyness right out of me. He can turn me into such a cock-addicted slut that you’d think my last fix was months ago, when in actuality it was probably just last night, or maybe only an hour ago.

We just celebrated our first anniversary, partly with something special I’d planned in hopes of making it the perfect night for Damon. I wanted him to be so happy he’d never forget it. I got home early from work and tried to distract myself with the television while I waited near the window so I could see Damon pulling in to his parking spot. When he finally arrived, I started to get ready. I’d had a persisting erection all day long from anticipating the coming moments! At last, I was going to get release. I had an anxious, eager feeling that tonight would be something spectacular.

I hurried to the bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and threw them into the laundry hamper. I went to the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out the special surprise inside of the plastic Victoria’s Secret bag I got while shopping last week.

I was thinking to myself, ‘I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,’ as I put on the hot pink girls’ panties. They were thin and satin, and like a bikini they covered my thighs very little. The panties were almost uncomfortable, fitting so snugly against my shaved completely hairless dick, balls and butt that my hard-on was restrained over to my left thigh.

Damon had playfully suggested the idea of me wearing girls’ underwear for him a few times in the past, but I wasn’t 100% sure he was serious about it at first. Plus I felt a bit awkward about it, so I avoided the subject, and Damon stopped asking. It’s not that I didn’t want to do it; if he’d asked even just one more time I think I would have agreed. I sincerely enjoyed doing anything that would bring my man pleasure. I’d just never been into cross-dressing or anything, so it was a very new and foreign idea. But his suggestion kept playing in my mind as I wondered if it was something he actually wanted me to do for him.

A big part of how we’ve learned about each other’s sexual desires has been the two of us sitting together, often naked, reading erotic stories on the Internet. Two weeks ago, I was sitting on Damon’s lap while we read a fantasy story that had strong elements of emasculation. It was obvious from the movement going on underneath me that Damon was enjoying the humiliation of the guy being dressed up in slutty feminine attire. Damon didn’t bring it up again, but he didn’t have to. Right then, I knew he’d really enjoy it, and I knew I wanted to do this for him.

After adjusting the panties, I put on the little black leather collar Damon had bought for me. Written on the tag were the words, ‘DAMON’S BITCH’. I smile whenever I look at it, and when it’s around my neck, I always feel so good. Damon knows I love it, and it’s obvious how much he likes me in it, too. I attached the matching leather leash to the collar and secured the other end to the wooden bedpost at the head of the bed. I got up on the bed on all fours facing the open bedroom door, and waited nervously for Damon to come in to take a shower like he usually does.

I felt really vulnerable in that position, wearing what I was wearing. I think it was just because I was nervous that I was suddenly doubting my interpretation of Damon’s desire for me to wear this. I quickly lost my hard-on from the sudden fear that my man wouldn’t enjoy this. I can’t explain why, because it’s simply not logical, but I couldn’t help it. I suppose I’ve always done this. I devise a rational plan, and feel confident in it. When I enact the plan though, 100 alternate possibilities, and impossibilities, no matter how unrealistic, flood my mind. Then I freak out, feeling like I hadn’t thought things over enough, certain that the worst case scenario is actually far worse than I’d imagined, and that it’s also the most likely one.

I heard the front door open, then close, and Damon called out, ‘Hey, Eddy! I’m home!’ I stayed quiet, partly because I wanted to be a total surprise, and partly because I was almost hoping that I’d luck out due to some unexpected turn of events deterring Damon from coming in, allowing me to scratch the whole plan and reconsider the idea.

No such luck though. When Damon walked in only seconds later, I made eye contact briefly with him, smiling nervously and hopefully, then looked down at my hands, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t say anything, and I was too scared to look at him. In the next few agonizingly long seconds, Damon still silent, I figured he must’ve been disgusted with me or something. I hated myself at that moment. I felt I’d just ruined our anniversary night. Feeling like I was about to cry, I closed my eyes tight as I wondered how I could have been so stupid.

Suddenly, my butt was roughly squeezed and rubbed. Encouraged by this gesture, I looked up at Damon’s face and saw his mouth slightly open, breathing deeply but quietly, and there was lustful wonder in his eyes. With his other hand, he grabbed his already very hard dick in his black track pants. He glanced down at me with a smile that told me he was very pleased, and I knew I’d just let my fears get the best of my reason after all.

I returned a shy smile, both relieved and thrilled, but mostly proud of myself that I turned him on that much, that quickly. He went from completely soft to rock hard in no more than 15 seconds. I bowed my head again as he took his shirt off and then returned to feeling my ass. He started roughly playing with my butt through the panties which made my little hole so horny, starting to itch and burn for him. My eyes closed, my jaw went slack, and I whimpered a little as I nuzzled my right cheek up against his hard abs, and I let myself enjoy his manipulating touch.

I was already panting with lust. As much I enjoy foreplay, I was way past it by that point. My own foreplay had taken place throughout the day, since I woke up, so my pussy was fully primed to be torn up real bad. I just wanted his big dick deep inside of me, stretching me out, fucking me, breeding me. My left hand went up to squeeze his hard dick through the nylon material, desperately wanting Damon to use me for its pleasure. It’s my number one priority in life these days to give my man pleasure.

My big black muscle stud gruffly pushed my head down to his great bulge which I kissed and mouthed in a display of my respect. I dutifully worshipped him, hoping to be given permission to reach into his pants and pull out the 10 thick inches he kept there, and make out with each and every one of them.

His rough stimulation of my hole was driving me into a haze of submission and desire to please. He harshly ground my face into his crotch for a few minutes as he squeezed, pinched and smacked my butt, which nearly made me cum without even touching myself. When he pulled away, I nearly fell off the bed, mindlessly following his dick. I regained my balance on the bed, sitting like a dog, and looked up at Damon, wondering why he took his dick away from me. He was smiling and chuckling in amusement at my inability to resist my desire for him.

He spoke for the first time, confidently in charge as always, ‘Get on the floor, on your knees, bitch.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ I eagerly complied, moving quickly.

As I got down on my knees next to the bed, a couple feet in front of Damon, he took off his pants and threw them near me, landing with a quiet thud. He stood in only his tight, dark blue, elastic boxer briefs. That hard piece of meat of his was bulging between the underwear and his right leg. I could clearly see all those spidery veins spread out across the long and thick shaft. He squeezed and stroked it as he walked closer to me, putting his perfect male equipment just inches from my face. Seeing his hard cock and heavy, hanging balls jam-packed into his boxer briefs like that gets me so turned on I drool. Damon is very aware of my uninhibited, desperate need for his manhood, and he often uses this knowledge against me.

In a low, sexy voice, he told me, ‘Since you’re bein’ good so far, I’ll let you pull my underwear off, but don’t touch my dick yet.’

I looked up at him and answered gratefully, ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

I was delighted just to have the privilege of taking off my man’s underwear, and I of course took great care to not let my fingers come anywhere near his dick as I slid his tight underwear down his huge legs and off his size 13 feet, leaving a servile kiss with each one. The very moment his dick came into view, my eyes became transfixed on it. My gaze didn’t waver even while I wadded his boxer briefs up and crammed them against my nose and open mouth, inhaling my man’s scent. Damon let me sniff the strong smell of his sweat from his underwear for a moment before he grabbed it from me and threw it to the side.

He snickered and said, ‘You’ll get your face in the real thing soon enough, bitch.’

He grabbed his cock around its thick base with his right hand and began bouncing and waving it around, teasing me unmercifully, knowing I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I have a hopeless addiction to his huge black cock and perhaps more importantly, the narcotic juice it feeds me. Knowing this all too well, Damon has grown a fondness for teasing me.

My eyes were fixed on it. Wherever it went, my eyes followed. I put my hands on Damon’s muscular, warm thighs and tore my eyes away from his dick for just a split-second to glance up into his eyes, silently begging for it. I wanted it in my mouth so bad, but I knew better than to try to suck it without permission, so I remained on my knees, waiting for my man’s next order.

Damon just kept staring down at me with a cocky and somewhat contemptuous smile, waving his fat, veiny dick around close to my face only stopping to show it off and stroke himself seductively. I was salivating for his dick to be in my mouth so that I could make it feel good for my big, strong protector.

He continued on with this teasing for a strangely long time, at least a couple of minutes, and I was becoming desperate. I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something. I glanced up into his eyes once more, but he gave no reaction. I returned to staring at my muscle god’s appendage which had become the embodiment of my every desire, studying its perfection for the thousandth time. In an act of urgent desire, I looked up into the eyes of the dark, powerfully built giant towering over me one last time as I opened my mouth and tentatively tried to move it over onto his dick. Knowing I’m not supposed to, like a kid testing his daddy, going for a piece of candy with him watching, I slowly inched closer to my sweet XXXL jawbreaker.

But as I did, he stepped back slightly out of my reach. My eyes fixed themselves back onto his menacing dick, my wistful gaze now totally unwavering. He continued arrogantly showing off his amazing dick, and I moved forward on my knees in order to again try to take his dick into my mouth. As my mouth got close though, Damon used his hand to move his dick away so that my mouth would miss its target, while he simultaneously took another very small step backwards.

Like a dog going after a trail of treats, I impulsively and thoughtlessly followed him, and I again tried to take it into my mouth, but his dick dodged me and he took a small step back just like before. I quickly moved forward on my knees again, and for the fourth time his dick evaded my mouth as Damon took another step in reverse.

We both repeated this process over and over again, each of us accelerating each time. I was on my knees lunging forward to his dick. Damon would in-turn recede and move my treat away at the same time. With each repetition, neither of us moved more than a few inches, but each time Damon’s hand ensured that I’d miss my goal. I started going for it faster and faster, absolutely intent on having my reward, but he was dodging and stepping away quicker than me. I could hear him chuckle each time I jumped for it, turning me on even more, exacerbating my dilemma.

After I’d jumped for it at least 30 times in about as many seconds, we were far away from the bed, almost in the hallway. I again quickly went for that beautiful monster that had always given me so much pleasure, and Damon again dodged, but this time he took a wide step backwards. I immediately sprung toward his dick for the final attempt, and as the tip of my tongue came within an inch of it, I noticed Damon hadn’t moved it out of the way at all, and I was elated that he was going to let his doggy have his treat.

And then when I was only a split second from tasting my reward, my throat was harshly strangled and I was suddenly snapped down to the ground! Damon laughed loudly and deviously as I realized the leash was still attached to the bedpost. I felt humiliated, ashamed, and so incredibly turned on.

This was genuine torture, the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. I got back up on my knees and faced Damon, my hands at my sides. I knelt, trying to be patient, but after some 30 more seconds of Damon continuing to tease me by stroking his dick, I started to get really anxious. I was already extremely turned on, and I admit, I’m not the most patient submissive. I again looked up to his face, searching for an explanation of why he was depriving me of his thick dick, but I was given no reason. When I looked back down, I saw a big, gleaming drop of pre-cum forming at the end of the long shaft. Damon never kept it from me this long, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I bursted into begging, ‘Damon! Sir! Please! Please let me suck your cock, Sir! I need it, please!’

Damon stepped forward as he replied incredulously, ‘You need it? So what, bitch.’

I was stunned. He’d never before denied me his cock after I begged for it. My eyes focused on the long and hard cock in front of me. I wanted it so bad, I just couldn’t understand the denial, and I was so in heat I went crazy for his dick.

I lunged for Damon’s hard and thick cock, but I was intercepted by a hard smack across my left cheek which stung all over. It surprised me so much I fell forward onto my hands and noticed my dick had begun to form a dark wet spot in the front of the feminine underwear I was wearing. I got my breath back and returned to my place on my knees, and that huge black dick was staring me in the face again, and I was again salivating for it to be in my mouth.

‘Forgetting your place, bitch?’

I hung my head, eyes closed, and whined in frustration, ‘I’m sorry, Sir. I just… I need it so bad.’ Barely realizing it, I started gently stroking my own desperately throbbing hard-on through my hot pink panties.

‘Hands off that little cock,’ Damon ordered. I was so lost in my own arousal I couldn’t get my hand to obey quickly enough for Damon, so I received another hard slap to my face. It turned me on so much I started stroking myself even faster and Damon quickly smacked the other side of my face, but that only ignited a wildfire in my loins as I jacked off feverishly like some defiant little monkey begging for discipline.

Damon snapped me out of my delirium when he rougly grabbed my hands and picked me up, turned me around and carried me to the bed as I struggled in his grip, knowing how futile it was. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down over his knee, then captured both my wrists behind my back in his right hand.

‘Damon, don’t! Plea’Owww!’ He began spanking me hard.

After a few swats had begun to bring tears to my eyes, he demanded loudly, ‘Bitch! You do as I say!’

‘Yes, Sir! I’m sorry!’

‘Who’s your daddy, boy?’

‘You are!’

He smacked my butt again, hard, and ordered me, ‘Say it, pussyboy.’

‘You’re my daddy, Sir! Damon is my daddy!’

‘That’s right, you cock-loving faggot.’

Damon smacked my ass again, and it stung like hell. He continued relentlessly punishing me for 3 or 4 agonizing minutes, and I was struggling the whole time but Damon didn’t have the least bit of trouble holding me down to his legs. I couldn’t get my arms to budge even an inch, and I could only move my torso across his legs one way or the other a tiny bit. He let me flail my legs around all I wanted, but it didn’t help me at all. No more than 20 seconds into it, I was already starting to sob and pleading with him to stop. The only pauses he took were to take a handful of my butt cheeks and squeeze them hard, sending a message that was clear to me in its meaning that he literally owned my ass and could play with it however he wanted.

In another minute, I was bawling like a baby and begging him to go easy, really not happy with this treatment. Well, my prick sure was enjoying it, throbbing as hard as it ever does on Damon’s knee, but at that moment, I really wanted it to stop.

The loud, hard swiping slaps continued to sting my butt as I screamed out, ‘Damon, please stop! It hurts way too much! Please! Please, please, please, Sir! Oww! Stop, please! You’re doing it too hard! I don’t like it! Plea”

‘Shut the fuck up, fag boy!’ He yelled, and smacked me even harder. ‘You’re not fucking supposed to like it, you stupid cocksucker.’ Again he increased the strength of his blow. ‘Disobedient faggots like you get punished,’ and he emphasized this last word with another harder hit. Each of these successively harder smacks had sent me further and further into a daze.

Finally, while I was completely stunned, he said, ‘Shut the fuck up and take it like the weak faggot bitch you are,’ and this last verbal debasement was again punctuated with the hardest smack yet, and I immediately went completely limp, and Damon’s dick jumped up to slap my stomach in response.

Damon’s angry castigation, both his words and strength, drove me into utter submission. My tears didn’t stop but my struggles and pleas for mercy did. I was soon just lying down over his lap, quietly sniffling. My punishment still wasn’t over. Damon continued spanking me for my disobedience, and I learned I had no choice but to accept his discipline. I’d stopped resisting for a full minute when I almost automatically moved my face over into the crook between his hip and right leg, trying to receive comfort. I’d gone limp, so Damon released my hands and I tightly wrapped my arms around the big, muscular thigh my head was resting on.

He let his now free right hand wander across my back, pinching me, and holding the back of my collared neck tightly. Damon squeezed my balls in his left hand just enough to spike the pain, and he kept smacking my ass. He continued with about 10 more hard smacks to my butt, and then finally he was finished.

He pushed me off his lap, forcing me to let go of his comforting thigh, and then he stood up in front of me and put me back on my knees, and held my head with his left hand, which was big enough to palm half my skull with more ease than he could palm a basketball.

As I grabbed his thighs with my hands, Damon forced me to look up at him and asked calmly, ‘Who’s your daddy?’

Now deep in a submissive state of mind I answered, ‘You are, Sir. Damon is my daddy.’

He abruptly took a tight hold of my chin with his left hand, and leaned over, pushing me down so my butt was against my heels, and he pinned my head against the edge of the bed, next to his other hand. Damon put his face directly above mine, looked me dead in my wide eyes, and spat twice onto the center of my face.

He then demanded, ‘And who’s daddy’s little girl?’

With his warm saliva covering my cheeks and forehead, I answered, ‘I am, Daddy. I’m your little girl, daddy’s little girl.’

A lustful smile briefly broke the serious expression on his face before he continued, ‘That’s right you are.’ With my chin still in his grip, he spat on my face again and then ordered, ‘Open your mouth, pussygirl.’ I obeyed, and he slowly dragged his rough, wet and warm tongue across both my cheeks, then spat into my mouth. With his face only inches in front of mine, he asked me, ‘Are you gonna be a good girl?’

‘Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a very good girl for you, I promise.’ From the way he smiled again, I could tell he really liked hearing me call myself a girl for him. Knowing I was pleasing my man, my own little prick throbbed hard in my panties. Had I known how much it would have pleased Damon for me to be his ‘little girl’, I would have started long, long ago.

‘Good girl,’ he mockingly approved my obedience before again licking my face, from my left cheek to my ear, which he tongue-fucked, then bit down on, making me pant with lust.

He let go of me as he stood back upright and looked down at me, grabbing his now even more rigid and leaking black monster. He said, ‘Now, bitch. Beg for it.’

I was going absolutely mad with lust, and I was terrified to think that he would deny me his big dick again. I didn’t know how to convince him, I didn’t know what to say. I just spoke from the heart, ‘Sir, please, I want to please you, please… I don’t know what to say. I just want to make you feel good. Please, please let me make you feel good.’

‘Now my bitch is finally learning to be a good little, obedient faggot. This is about me, pussyboy! Not you. If you don’t start gettin’ that, I’m gonna have to keep punishing that faggot ass of yours, and then you’ll see what a sissy wimp you really are.’

‘Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.’

‘Suck on my balls,’ he ordered.

I immediately dove forward to lick and suck on his low-hangers with great desperation to please, while softly stroking his legs with my hands. He held my head with one hand and used it to direct me and grind my face into his crotch, and with his other hand he stroked his dick, sometimes rubbing it around on my face. His balls were still sweaty and they smelled wonderful! His intoxicating, manly scent always drives me crazy. I was instantly back in a haze, feeling high on submitting to Damon, my man. I truly can’t say how long I was servicing his balls. I only remember a blur of his powerful, masculine taste and smell, flashes of his fleshy sack as I tried to get it into my mouth and suck on it dutifully. As I gained some of my consciousness back, I looked up at his face to make sure that he was enjoying it.

He was looking down at me, smiling with pride and confidence, and, while already knowing the answer, he asked, ‘You like those big balls, white boy?’

I moaned appreciatively, gratefully chewing on this treat.

Still with his hand on my head, he pushed me away from his balls and ordered, ‘Say it. Tell me, cocksucker.’

‘I love your balls, Sir. Only a big, black daddy like you can have balls this big and potent. They taste and smell so good, I love them. Thank you for letting me suck them and worship them. Thank you!’

‘That’s right, bitch. Thank a real man for allowing your worthless, faggot mouth and tongue in his sweaty crotch.’ He paused for a moment to cock-slap my face which hurts more than it seems it would, but I obediently took it, keeping my faggot tongue, as he called it, sticking out as I happily accepted whatever he was willing to give me.

Damon continued, ‘You know, bitch, don’t matter how much you suck on a real man’s balls, or how much of that sweat you drink down, don’t matter how much of my cum you eat, it won’t ever make you into a man. You’ll never be anything more than my dick-loving pleasure tool. Got that, queer?’

It was a real trip to hear all this debasing language. Being humiliated like this was a powerful reminder that I belonged to Damon, and it made me want to please him that much more. ‘Yes, Sir, I understand. Thank you, Sir.’

‘Good girl.’ The fact that I took this treatment so willingly and happily was also a reminder to Damon that I know I’m his and that I want to please him which both boosts his ego and makes him want to dominate me even more. I think it’s a beautiful symbiotic relationship.

He pulled my head to his dick and I opened my mouth to take his awesome prize. His balls are amazing, but my man’s dick is always the ultimate goal. My lips being stretched wide by his thick, veiny cock is a truly wonderful feeling. I often crave its presence in my throat; I love the taste, the texture, the smell; I love every bit of it. But what really satisfies me is that I have it in my mouth, that this incredibly wonderful man has chosen me to please him. It’s the feeling that, though he could have anyone he wanted, he still prefers to use my mouth as a warm, wet home for his manhood. It’s the feeling that my spit, tongue, suction, affection, warmth, it’s my mouth that’s giving him pleasure. Knowing that he wants my mouth on his glorious dick, pleasing him’that’s what I need. With his dick in my mouth, I feel like I’m fulfilling my purpose.

Finally, he was finally letting me please his dick. I sighed contentedly and shut my eyes so that I could completely immerse myself in the wonderful sensations taking over my mouth, sucking on the fat head like a pacifier. I loved how it felt on my tongue.

He put both hands on my head and held my mouth on just the head of his dick. I sucked gently and licked under the head, excited that I was pleasing him. The prolongment of the anticipation made the blowjob that much better for both of us. I was thrilled, relieved even, to have him in my mouth.

Damon spoke between his gasps and groans of pleasure, ‘Ohh’Fuck! Fuck yeah!’ He was grunting softly and looking down at me as I sucked him. He held my head tightly in place and started a slow pace moving in and out of my mouth. Soon he was fucking my throat very roughly, and I reveled in feeling his dick penetrate my throat over and over. With his firm grip on my head, he moved me around as he pleased, while gently rocking his hips. Damon was steadily fucking my throat, pulling my face all the way to his sweaty crotch, leaving his dick to soak for a few seconds, and then forcefully angling my head back for better access to my willing throat. He’d then slide my mouth back to the head of his dick as he lifted my head back up, and then repeat the same motions. He was skull-fucking me like a surfer rides waves, and I sucked and licked as best as I could. Damon had complete control over me. Even if I’d had the will to stop, I never could have hoped to actually break free from Damon’s power; I just closed my eyes and held on to Damon’s legs and muscular butt, happy to go along for the ride.

It was inevitable of course that my teeth would eventually scrape his big dick, especially since it was moving around so erratically. When I did err, Damon, still fucking my face, slapped my cheek sharply and I groaned, actually grateful for the smack. He stuffed his dick all the way down my throat and then pushed me back onto my butt, pushed my head against the edge of the bed, and tilted my neck all the way back. He stood directly above me and again roughly moved my head up and down his hard cock, forcing me to deepthroat the thick mass, making me gag over and over again.

He stopped, grabbed my wrists and leaned forward onto the bed holding himself up with both huge arms as he pinned my hands underneath his. ‘Keep going, bitch,’ he ordered.

It’s not easy to choke yourself on such a huge dick, especially in that position. As I struggled to get his dick farther down my throat, I forced my throat to accept the whole length and girth of his massive black dick and my nose was soon buried in that wonderful scent of his crotch again, making me want to please him even more. I kept his dick planted deep in my gullet, worked my throat muscles and rubbed my nose around in his pubes, damp and moist with his pungent sweat.

I couldn’t breathe and was getting light headed, but I love that. I love being near passing out because my big black daddy has his massive, powerful cock stuffed down my throat! I was totally at his mercy and it felt so right I was about to cum. All too soon for me, Damon put one hand on my forehead and refused to let me follow his dick as he slid out of my needy mouth and throat. When the whole thing finally left my mouth I gasped for air, still making whining noises wanting his dick back.

Damon stood back about a foot from me and made a ‘tsh’ noise, sneering, ‘Fucking faggot cocksucker trying to get my cum before I’m ready.’

I shamelessly began to whine desperately, ‘I’m sorry, Sir! Please, please, please let me suck on your dick again, Sir! I wanna make you feel good, Daddy. I need it bad, please!’ I missed his cock and needed it back in me any way he’d let me have it.

‘Yeah I know, you horny little slut. It ain’t your fault you were born to be a faggot bitch for men to use.’ Damon paused for a moment, shaking his head, then continued, ‘Get up on the bed, face down, pussy up.’

I did as I was told and then Damon walked up behind me and rubbed his dick against my butt. ‘Good bitch,’ he rasped.

I wiggled my still very tender butt for him and it clearly turned him on because he gave me another few smacks and started squeezing my cheeks hard. I gasped and moaned in response, starting to rock back and forth with my face buried in the bed.

Damon pulled down the panties a little bit and knelt down on the floor behind me. He stuffed his nose and mouth in my crack and started kissing near my hole and around my cheeks. I needed his dick in my pussy real bad now, so I pushed back against his mouth and moaned loudly to show how much I needed to get my pussy fucked.

He licked and bit at my hole aggressively, making me go crazy all over again. Damon’s goatee felt amazing scratching at my sensitive hole as he tongue-fucked me which did nothing to scratch the itch, only making it worse. Luckily, I could tell from the way he was eating me out like a mad man that he was ready to put it in me, too.

He flipped me over quickly and took the pink panties the rest of the way off, then stared down at me and in his rough, deep voice, he asked confidently, ‘You want it, pussy?’

‘Yes! Please, Sir,’ I whined through my panting.

‘Beg.’

I breathed, ‘Please, Sir, please fuck me.’ He just stood looking down at me, idly stroking his dick as he bore his teeth sexily, clearly unimpressed. On total impulse, I nearly screamed in response, ‘Daddy! Please, fuck me, Daddy! I need it, please!’ Damon smiled slightly in amusement as he used his much larger dick to smack my prick and balls around. I watched and shivered at the sight of his huge, virile man-cock dwarfing my pathetic little prick. My giant was still unsatisfied by my groveling, so I again whined in frustration, even louder than before, ‘Ohh, Daddy, please, please stuff my pussy with your big dick! I need you to own me. I need to be your bitch. Your… your girl! I wanna be your girl, Daddy, please!’

Damon’s amused smile turned into a proud, superior one before he got some lube out of the nightstand drawer and slathered some of it over his dick. He teased his dick against my hole for a few seconds, then spoke, ‘You want it, pussygirl? Put it in.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whimpered with anticipation as I grabbed his huge, hard cock and put it up against my hole. I didn’t hesitate an instant to impale myself on the huge head. It was painful but I needed it bad and it was totally worth it.

Damon let me work it in for a moment before he forced my legs up, stretched out to each side, then grabbed my hips and started steadily pulling me onto his shaft. I was holding on to the bed cover above my head for the whole time I was being worked onto his dick. The initial insertion of Damon’s cock into my pussy always boosts my submissive state of mind. He was the man and he was breeding me and I could do nothing to stop it. We both knew he was completely in control; and we both knew I was here to be his hole to fuck and get off in. It was just the way I needed it to be.

Pretty soon my butt was against his pubes and he fucked me just like that, stretching out my hole while I was moaning in deep pleasure. He let go of my hips and leaned over and looked into my eyes. I quickly turned my head away to my left and looked to his neck and broad shoulders, yielding to his gaze. I felt weak and intimidated by him, plus I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure in my ass and the feeling of being owned.

He set his forearms down on the bed, under my shoulders which he grabbed with his up-turned palms. He held me there and continued to fuck me at a medium pace, pulling most of the way out, then sliding back in, thrusting in the last little bit hard each time, forcing a grunted whimper from me. I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at him but I could see in my periphery that he was staring at my face the whole time. The hot breaths from his growls were warming my cheek as he fucked me and stared down at me. I planted my hands on each side of his upper back, tightly grasping the flexing muscles there.

He let go of my shoulders and instead held both sides of my head in his huge hands to keep me in place for his fuck. I continued whimpering while I used my own hands to caress and appreciate the strength in the rest of his body, squeezing his biceps and shoulders, thrilled by the power I could feel coursing through them. I rubbed his sexily toned stomach, then finally came to his strong chest, loving the hard muscles of his thick pecs. I was looking at my hands at the center of his chest, my left hand running across his right pec, and my right hand pressed against him in the valley of his chest.

Still growling like a beast, Damon turned my head back to face him directly, encouraging me to make eye contact. I did just that, staring into his eyes, still feeling very intimidated, even unworthy of him. My tough muscle god held my head securely in his hands, now penetrating me with his eyes as well as his dick. His gaze carefully explored my whole face as he continued growling and fucking. After a moment, he set his eyes back on mine, and we stared at each other.

I was abruptly shocked yet again by how powerful my love truly was for this man. Damon must have felt it too, because his thrusting suddenly came to an almost complete stop for a moment. His hips quickly picked up speed again, but now he was more gentle, and sensual. I was so stupefied by the intensity and mysticism of this feeling, I started to cry just a tiny bit. As he was staring deeply right back at me, I felt the beat of his heart pounding hard at my hand, his pulse accelerating to a rapid pace. As a few more tears leaked out of my eyes, I hoped he’d keep me as his forever.

I saw Damon’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, blinked once, then a slight smile curled his lips for just a split second before another deep growl rumbled in his chest. I swear I could hear his thoughts in my own head, ‘My little Eddy, I love you, my little Eddy. My precious, perfect, little Eddy, you’re my entire world.’

My wonderful, sweet lover growled long and deep like a happy lion for a few seconds before he broke the gaze to move his mouth over mine and suck my lower lip into his mouth, nipping it between his teeth. He then moved down to nibble the side of my neck as he intensified the speed of his thrusting. My hands returned to feeling his ripped back, trying to hold him close to me with my arms wrapped around him, moaning as I rubbed my cheek against his while he chewed on my neck.

When I started trying to pull him by his muscular butt to fuck me harder and quicker, he took both my hands and pinned them down, stretched out above my head. As he did this, he erected himself with his arms so that he was leaning over me, and he then used his pelvis and the powerful rod of steel that connected us to curl my backbone so that my ass went up higher and bent over my stomach. I could now see the thick tufts of dark black hair in his armpits, which were bombarding me with his scent and I struggled to breathe it all in. I wanted to lick them and sniff them up close, and drink all the sweat, but I was unfortunately unable to reach them. He began to fuck a little bit faster, inciting me to moan in appreciation. Damon was breathing heavily while I was so far gone in pleasure I had to keep reminding myself to inhale air.

He laughed as he mocked me, ‘You like that, fag?’ I couldn’t form any response more than a moan, so he slammed into my butt extra hard a few times, and asked again, ‘You like that, faggot?! You like a real man’s big, black dick pounding your white, faggot pussy?’

I wrapped my legs around his back and whimpered, ‘Yes, Sir, I like it. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt ’cause it reminds me that I’m yours’your bitch. Fuck me harder, Daddy, please! I love your dick, Daddy. I love it!’

He slammed into me hard a few more times and then stopped completely with his dick buried all the way in me. The instant he stopped, I immediately started trying to fuck myself on his dick, but with Damon’s powerful grip on me, I didn’t have much room to move. I looked up at his face and cried out, ‘Daddy, please don’t stop fucking me! Please!’ He just stood up again, still with his dick deep inside me, and a tight grip on both my wrists, one in each of his hands.

I grunted, desperately straining every muscle in my body to keep him fucking me some more. My eyes were shut tight as I again frustratedly whined, ‘Daddy, I need more, please. Fuck me some more, please. I’ll do anythi”

I didn’t even see the hard slap coming, but its sting on my face quickly shut me up, making me moan instead of whine. Damon admonished me, ‘Quiet, pussyboy.’

He took both of my wrists in his hands again and used them to pull my ass all the way against his pubes. My legs were still wrapped tightly around Damon’s hips as I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do. With an arrogant, devious grin, he moved backwards, bringing me with him. I slipped off the edge of the bed, and Damon held me up only by my wrists and his dick lodged far inside of me. I was now in mid-air, hanging off of him. There was never much I could do to resist Damon’s fucking me, not that I wanted to, but now in this foreign position, I was completely at his mercy.

He lowered me so that I was upside down, and my instinct quickly took over. I used my legs around his waist to pull myself up onto his dick and then let myself down a few inches, basically fucking myself up onto him. I did this for a few strokes and then he joined in and set the rhythm, pulling me up by my wrists, almost like he was doing curls in the gym, and pushing his dick farther into my ass than it had ever been before. I was soon lost in a high, not just from the stretching my hole was experiencing, but from the feeling of being completely under my man’s power. To avoid falling, I had to keep my legs wrapped around Damon’s hips, leaving nothing for me to do other than to get fucked like a bitch.

He went on like this for a while and then flopped me back onto the bed, removing his dick from me and causing me to whimper and whine to get it back in. He turned me back over on my stomach so he could pull me back up onto my knees. He got on the bed behind me, then roughly and effortlessly shifted me over to the head of the bed like I was a rag doll. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my forehead against the wall, a few inches above the wooden headboard.

He quickly re-entered my hole and I tried to steady myself with my hands on the headboard, gasping sharply. It did hurt, but that didn’t stop me from fucking myself down onto his dick as he resumed slamming me hard. I was whimpering and moaning in pleasure and pain again while he growled like a ferocious panther. Damon moved his left hand around to grip the front of my neck, including the dog tag, before he closed in behind me, weighing his sweaty, heavily muscled, body against my back, pinning me down hard.

With his other hand he felt up the front of my body, pinching and squeezing at my skin, making me moan and my hole automatically squeeze like a vice, trying to pull him farther into me. Damon groaned loudly in pleasure as the anal squeeze slowed his pace for a short moment. After a moment of dizzying pleasure, he shook off the tempering effect I’d had on him, and began pounding me again.

He pressed himself even closer against me, his left shoulder against the back of my collared neck, trapping me between his body weight and his hand which was protecting me from the hard wood of the headboard. Damon put his mouth to my ear and growled through heavy breaths, ‘Yeah?! You like getting fucked, pussy?!’ He continued slamming me furiously, making me almost scream out moans of pleasure.

I did try to answer him. I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking, ‘Yes, I do love it, Sir! I love it, I love it, I love you so much! Yes! Fuck me! I love it!’ But, like my tongue was numb, at that moment I simply didn’t have the motor control required to speak.

As his thrusts decelerated to Damon’s regular but still quite powerful pace, his right hand slid down to my balls and took hold of the sack, rolled it around in his hand like a neat little toy, as he growled again into my ear, ‘I know you love it, you little queer boy! My fuckin’ pussyboy faggot!’ His harsh language caused my butt to spasm around his dick as I pushed back to meet his hard thrusts.

He held me tight to his body as he fucked me roughly, and still with an almost painful grip on my neck, he started squeezing my balls too. He was laying claim to what was left of my masculinity. He was asserting his ownership over that part of my body, like he was letting me know, ‘These belong to me too, just like the rest of you.’

He let go of my neck and instead grabbed my chin in a vice grip, holding me still as he slowly licked the whole right side of my face, leaving a stripe of his warm saliva. He moved back a little bit and started biting my neck and shoulder. It hurt a little, but not nearly as much as the pain he was still intermittently creating in my balls. He licked and bit his way up until he could fuck my ear with his thick, slimy tongue, stopping only to nibble on my ear.

I had to grab the headboard to brace myself when his thrusts were more powerful but most of the time I was holding on to the huge, rocky muscles in his shoulders and arms, wallowing in feeling the strength of the man who dominates me so completely.

He pulled my lower body backward slightly so that he could hold the back of my head against his big chest, below his neck, while he began marking my face with his teeth. Damon chewed on my ears and used his hand on my chin to angle my head back when he wanted access to bite my throat and Adam’s apple. He even nibbled on the bridge of my nose a little, still applying pressure to my sack whenever it pleased him to do so.

As he increased his pace, I was driven closer and closer to the edge. By now, Damon was grunting each breath after each hard thrust slammed me against the headboard. All of these expressions of his ownership of me had me near exploding. From my year of experience with him, I knew intuitively that Damon was close too. When my hole tightened around his dick, he firmly squeezed my balls just enough to make them feel intense pressure, without feeling like they’re being crushed. Damon was grunting loudly in my ear as he thrust into me one last time and held me down on his huge cock. He squeezed my body tight and his teeth sank once more into the side of my neck for just a second as I felt his body convulsing and he began to cum deep inside of me.

I was on the very edge when Damon turned my face to his and kissed me deep, scratching my face again with his facial hair. I continued to grind my ass over his hard, ejaculating dick, loving how it had made its home inside my butt and bred my pussy. Just a heartbeat after my man’s climax, my own prick erupted, hands-free.

As we were both shaking and cumming from our orgasms, Damon pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it with gratitude. I moaned into his mouth, savoring the moment with heavenly content, being enveloped with his huge, warm body, and both my arms now held secure to my own body in his strength. As our orgasms completed, Damon held me tighter and kissed me harder until our mutual rush began to fade. When he took his mouth off mine, we both started breathing heavily. My back still against his chest and stomach, his right cheek pressed to the top of my head, I felt wonderfully at total peace.

Those were some of the best seconds of my life, before Damon slipped his still turgid dick out of me. He fell onto his back on the bed to catch his breath and rest from the intense fuck he just gave. I fell forward against the wall and headboard at first, quite worn out myself from the intense fuck I just took. I was already missing the warm touch and comfort of my man, though.

I tentatively turned around to look at him lying there with his arms flat out at his sides, bent at the elbows up toward his head. His eyes were closed and I just sat for a moment, staring at him. I still can’t get over what an amazing man Damon is in every way. His incredibly impressive physique is the least of what makes him so awesome, which means the rest of him is nothing short of godliness. He sensed my gaze on him and peeked at me through heavily lidded eyes. A very slight grin crept onto my face as my shyness returned and I looked away, blushing.

Damon sensed that too though, and gave me a silent order by gently pulling the length of the leash that was next to his arm towards his chest. I obediently crawled toward my dark giant, who I knew to be a perfect teddy bear on the inside, and laid down softly on his torso, resting my head on one cheek in between his strong pecs. He unhooked the leash, leaving the leather collar around my neck. He wrapped his arms around my back in a hug and rubbed my head with his hand.

We rested like that for just a moment before Damon dragged me up his body in our sweat so that our faces were only inches apart. We looked into each other’s eyes, smiling, and kissed each other on the lips.

‘You OK?’ he asked.

I put my hands on his shoulders and responded, ‘You’ve never been that rough with me before. You spanked me really hard.’

‘Oh” Damon paused to stroke my face with the back of his hand, as he asked in a deep voice filled with concern, ‘Baby, too hard? Was I too rough?’

I beamed a smile and said cheerfully, ‘No, Sir. I liked it.’ I giggled and he grinned sexily again. I continued, ‘But you were wrong about one thing.’

‘What’s that?’

‘I wasn’t born to be a faggot bitch for men to use.’

‘Eddy,’ he drawled my name slightly, ‘you know that shit doesn’t mean anything.’

‘No, no. I’m saying, I was born to be your faggot bitch,’ I half-joked.

Damon chuckled, playfully smacked my butt and said, ‘Yeah, I know you love being my bitch.’

Giggling, I said, ‘Yes, Sir. I love to please my man.’ We smiled at each other and kissed again. I continued, ‘I was just wondering why you were so rough this time.’

‘Oh, baby,’ he said. ‘You looked so hot when I walked in. I dunno, babe. Maybe it was the surprise of it, but seein’ you there in that collar, leashed to the bed like that, wearin’ those girly pink panties…’ He shook his head and took a deep breath. ‘Fuck, so hot, babe! You looked just like the perfect little, obedient bitch waiting for his master to come home. Drove me fuckin’ nuts, Eddy. You’re so damn cute already, you go an’ do something like that’tsh, I lose my mind, babe.’

‘You liked calling me a girl too, didn’t you?’

‘Hell yeah I did! You have no idea how much it turns me on to call you names and humiliate you like that.’

‘I love it too, Daddy!’

‘Shit, baby. I’m gonna start gettin’ hard again already if we keep talkin’ like this.’

I smiled because I could tell he really enjoyed it, but I still wanted to hear it out loud’Damon’s praise is a reward only a notch or two down from his cum. ‘So you had fun?’

Damon gave my ass another smack and said in his deep, sexy voice, ‘Fuck yeah, babe.’

I smiled and said, ‘Good. Happy anniversary.’ We kissed again for a few seconds and then I teased him, ‘Now where’s my present?’

He laughed, ‘Fuck you, bitch.’ Another smack to my butt. ‘I’ll spank that little ass of yours again if I have to.’

I giggled and joked, ‘Hmm, what do I have to do for that?’

I saw that devious grin return to his face before he suddenly pushed me off his chest onto my stomach, angled to face the door. He held me down as he got up on his knees and started smacking my butt again. I was laughing and trying to get away, but he was too strong. I yelled through my laughter, ‘Damon, I was kidding! Damon, stop! Ow!’

He continued with a few more loud slaps before he chuckled and said, ‘Okay, baby. I’ll stop if you be a good boy and grab my trackies off the floor.’ As I got up on my hands and knees to reach for Damon’s pants, I shook my butt sluttily for him, eliciting another deep chuckle and one last smack to my ass while I was pulling up the white track pants he’d thrown down when he first came into the room.

That last smack caused me to look back at Damon over my shoulder with a joyful smile on my face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards, my butt revisiting his dick briefly as he set my legs between his spread knees. He then reached behind himself to lift my calves up and he simultaneously push me forward with his pelvis, causing me to go flat on my stomach, leaving my head hanging off the edge of the bed slightly. He crashed down on top of me, his thick dick and big balls on my legs, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, across my upper body. His head was now above and to the left of mine and a little farther over the edge of the bed. I giggled at his antics and craned my neck to look at his sexy, smiling face, less than a foot from my own.

We just stared at each other for a moment before I said, ‘Here,’ holding his pants up, offering them to him.

His smile grew slightly as he leaned in to kiss me on my forehead. ‘Feel in my pocket, babe,’ he said.

I smiled at him for a moment, wondering what my man was up to now. I reached into the heavier pocket and felt, then retrieved a small, soft object. The instant I laid eyes on the velvet-covered box now in my hand, my heart began to race. I didn’t know what to think, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up over nothing. The nylon pants left my hand as I gasped and my eyes widened.

‘Oh! My god!’ I thought. ‘Is it’?’ Feeling a little choked up, I again looked at Damon who was already staring at me with a loving smile. I swallowed hard, then refocused on the object in my hands.

I held the little box in my left hand as I tried to open it with my right, but I was so nervous I was shaking too much to open it up. Damon squeezed me tighter in his arms in response to my body’s quivering, which helped to calm my nerves. My thumb now steadied, the little box began to open, and my anxiety peaked.

When the contents were finally revealed, I brought my right hand up to cover my mouth as I gasped and began to cry joyfully. I stared, almost unbelievingly, at two shining platinum rings in the box, one bigger than the other, each with an almost illegible scrawl that, without closer inspection, appears to be some sort of Arabic language.

I sniffled and repeated out loud, ‘Oh my god!’ I swiped away some of the tears on my face and then turned my head to Damon, melting with affection for him. My lips were puckered as I eagerly tried to stretch up to him for a kiss, but I couldn’t really move. Luckily for me, Damon moved to meet my kiss with his own. Our tongues danced with each other as I sucked on his. The kiss wasn’t enough for me though; I needed more of him.

Still in the lip-lock, I snaked my left arm out of his grasp, the box firmly in hand, and tried to turn onto my side enough to get my arm around Damon’s neck. I still couldn’t really budge under his weight, but he lifted himself up a little and I flipped over onto my back, wrapping both my arms around Damon’s neck and upper back as he pulled us a little bit closer to the center of the bed before he settled back down on top of me. We kissed passionately for a while as Damon stroked my hair and face. I was still crying a little, never before so happy in my life.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d realize that it was our first anniversary today, but I was elated that he did. And on top of that, he actually went out of his way to do something special for me’for us. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined. I was overwhelmed by his love.

He gave me a peck on my lips, one on my nose, and another on my forehead before he lifted himself up onto his elbows. I brought the box down in between us and looked at the rings again. I could hardly believe it. I looked into my perfect man’s dark eyes and said in a shaky voice, ‘Thank you, Damon. Thank you, so much!’

His smile radiated as he softly spoke, ‘Here, look.’ He took the box from my hands and extracted the smaller ring. ‘Read the inscription,’ he said, handing the metal band to me.

I looked at it, trying to focus my eyes on the strange cursive writing through my tears. I rotated it for a second before the font became decipherable to me. It said, ‘Forever Damon’s Boy’. I smiled and tried to hold back more tears.

‘Damon… I don’t even know what to say. This is perfect.’

I looked back into the box, and began, ‘That, that one” I had to pause for a few sniffles, then looked at Damon, and finished asking, ‘That one’s for you?’ He kept his eyes locked on mine as he nodded in the affirmative, before I asked him, ‘What’s yours say?’

He gently took my ring into his hand and replaced it with the bigger, heavier band. As I read the similarly fashioned inscription on his ring, he spoke it aloud, slowly, in his sexy, deep bass voice, ‘Forever Eddy’s Man’.

I sniffled and tried to not outright cry like a baby at that moment. I collected my thoughts as best I could before speaking. ‘Forever, Damon? Do you really mean that?’

‘Yeah, babe, of course I mean it!’

‘Promise?’

‘Baby! You know how much I need you. Now that I got you, I could never live without you, Eddy.’

‘Oh my god, Damon! Thank you!’ Staring into my man’s eyes, I really did almost start to bawl my eyes out, but I choked back the tears and said, ‘I love you so much!’

Damon sensed what I needed at that moment, and he gave it to me. ‘My little Eddy,’ he said, hugging me tight and pressing my face into his shoulder. Being in his arms always makes me feel totally safe and secure, and Damon has told me many times how important it is to him that I feel that way.

He let go of me, then held the small ring up, and asked, ‘Here, you want me to put it on you?’

Unable to contain my excitement, I shouted, ‘Yes! Please!’

Damon smiled, chuckled with delight and took my right hand in his left, then slid the platinum band onto my ring finger. After I admired it on me for a second, the man who is now my husband regardless of the law, held out his right hand above my chest. I took his cue, honored to perform this binding ceremony, and slid the ring onto his corresponding digit.

We both smiled with love at each other, then kissed for just a moment before Damon pulled me up with him to the head of the bed and held me close to his body as he dragged the covers up over both of us. He held me lying on my back next to him, his face right above mine and his right bicep under my head.

He stared at me for a second before whispering in a very sincere tone, ‘I love you, Eddy.’

Trying not to cry, I responded quietly, ‘I love you too, Damon.’

Nothing more needed to be said. We could both feel each other’s profound love in our hearts.

We kissed for a while longer until Damon took me into his warm, cozy embrace, where I lay dozing off for a nap, happy to know I am forever Damon’s.

The End.

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decided to take a break from my hectic lifestyle and planed for a great vacation in the Caribbean, what better place than Puerto Rico. Just a quick flight from Atlanta, thus if I have to come back to the office in a hurry there will be no passports or customs to clear. I guess that even when I am trying to run from the office I cannot leave my work responsibilities behind.

I am a 32 years old corporate lawyer, ahead of my class and in great shape. I’m 6’2′ tall 210lbs of solid muscle, been working out since I was a teenager, black hair and hazel eyes, but my best characteristic is my body. My biceps can even be depicted when I am wearing my office suit. I play tennis and love running, that is how I got my strong legs, but what I love the most of my body is my washboard abs. I might sound too narcissist but hey you have to love yourself before anyone else, which is my philosophy.

I made all my plans; got a hotel suite in the most exciting resort in the Island, called the Conquistador, located in a cliff side in the east point of the island. I looked at the room features in the internet website; it was a cabana style overlooking the ocean with splendid sunrises. The hotel has its own private island and four pools all located at different levels from the top of the cliff until you reach the marina.

I was looking forward for a peaceful week to relax, and man if I got my wish. My adventure starts from the get-go. I got to the airport in Atlanta with an hour and a half to spare, everybody knows that today that is cutting it close, but since I was flying first class I was able to bypass the kilometric line and move ahead of the ‘mob’ to get screened.

But as many other passengers I forgot to take my suit coat before going thru the metal detector ‘and don’t forget your shoes as well sir’ said the lady from TSA, her partner operating the X-ray machine said while smiling at me, ‘yes you might be in first class but you still have to go thru us buddy’. He was a tall black guy (probably my age or younger in the late twenties) and you could tell he care about his body as well, his shirt was about to explode with his big arms, and he had a perfect neck, proof of long hours in the gym.

So there I was with the time clicking; getting almost undressed, the shoes, the belt, apartment keys ‘why didn’t I put the keys in my carry-on’ I thought to myself…, that’s when I realized what I also had in my carry-on! Before I could figure out an excuse, I heard two commands, ‘ok sir you can walk thru now’ from the female TSA Agent and ‘but don’t go too far Sir, may I have permission to look insight your bag?’ came from the x-ray tech. Walking thru the screening machine, rapidly grabbing all my belongings I proceed to follow the tech, but instead of going to the end of the counter like they always do, to check your bags, he signal to a door and for me to follow.

‘Am I in any kind of trouble Sir’ I just manage to say with my rough masculine voice. ‘No sir, I just need to further investigate your bag, follow me please’. We walk thru a long hallway with multiple doors at either side, all labeled Inspection rooms’. We finally reach the final door in the right side of the hallway, the TSA agent open the door and signaled me to go in. Which I did, still carrying my coat, shoes, wallet and belt in one hand and holding my pants up with the other.

‘Excuse me sir, but I have only 45 minutes to catch my flight (I lied), and I’m in a very tight schedule’ The gorgeous black TSA x-ray tech turned and faced me ‘May I see your boarding pass, Sir’ he said in a deep commanding voice, walking inside the inspection room I replied ‘I forgot where I put it in the commotion Sir, it must be here somewhere’ I told him trying to find it. ‘Well we have a problem, if you cannot produce a boarding pass Sir’ he replied in a demanding voice.

At this point I am already getting anxious ‘well if you wouldn’t have marched me here in such a hurry I will probably will remember asshole’ I replied back furiously, without minding the trouble that comment could have put me in.

He rushed to me with his fist clenched, our bodies got so close that both of us could feel each other’s pounding chests. Standing almost at the same height I was able to look down at his eyes, our faces too close for comfort. We stood like that for what appear to be minutes, but sure where only seconds, both fixed at each other’s eyes to see who backs up first… That’s when there was a knock on the door; it was his female partner holding my boarding pass.

‘His flight is due in an hour and you are cleared’ she told him while signaling to the camera in the room which was turned off and closing the door behind her, he turned back to me. Looking at my boarding pass he said ‘Mark, do you know why you are here?’ ‘No idea Sir’, I lied. ‘Well I need to further check your bag Mark; it seems that you have some explaining to do’

Standing there and looking at my bag in the table I said ‘What can be so wrong with the contents of my bag that I need to be in this room’ ‘Well to start you have a bottle larger than 3oz in your carry-on’ and pulling my blue lubricant bottle out of my bag he turned to look at me with a grin in his face. His facial expression told me that this was not serious and that there was a hidden agenda in all this, then he pulled my magazine… ‘Mark while investigating your lube bottle I found this… a Bisexual hardcore magazine… reading material, I presume?’ he said while flipping thru the pages, meanwhile, I was standing there taking back because of the outcome.

‘Hey Bryan (reading his name tape), that is not a crime right?’ I said. ‘No is not’ he replied, getting close to me again. ‘I like this one’ showing me a page of two muscular dudes, one is getting fucked by the other while one of them fucked this chick as well. ‘Yea is one of my favorite as well’ I said getting ready to collect my things from the table. Bryan grabbed my hand, ‘I’m not done yet Mark’ he said dropping to his knees in front of me and unzipping my pants. I did a quick look to the camera and the door, ‘Camera is not on and the door is locked, none will come here for the next 30 minutes’ he said while pulling my soft 8’meet out of my pants. My cock just jumped to attention to the feeling of his warmth mouth sucking it and getting to his 10.5′ active size in a heartbeat!

Bryan pulled my pants to my ankles, working my cock furiously. I could see his face getting fucked by my meat, balls slamming against his chin. WOW! That went from nervousness to pleasure in a matter of seconds. I grabbed his head and kept moving it back and forward, stopping just so he could take a breather. I could see his lips rubbing over the huge veins of my massive cock. Bryan slipped it out of his mouth just in time to lick all the precum. I was enjoying this moment which was just unreal, a moment ago I was in a screening line and now I’m face fucking this gorgeous muscular black dude…

Bryan stood up and quickly took his shirt off, I was amaze at his massive pecks, but what caught my attention was the huge bulge depicted in his tight polyester pants. ‘We need to free that beast’ I said taking his pants off. We continue to get each other undressed in a hurry.

We looked like to high school guys, getting undressed and tossing clothes everywhere. He laid back on the carpet, his cock bigger than mine but almost as thick was standing straight up like a flag pole. I just got on top with my cock directly at his mouth and me looking directly at his… I got in the push up position, Bryan already deep throating my cock, I got my mouth ready and started licking his shaft up and down, getting excited by his masculine moans, his huge balls just laying on the ground look like two huge golf balls… I started to do pushups and with every movement each other was face fucking the other, it was invigorating. Bryan moved me sideways and we continue our great 69 in the inspection room. We were just savoring each other’s cock.

I got one finger wet in my mouth and proceed to poke his hairless tight hole… Bryan started to moan loudly now, I just did not care if anyone could hear us, I was having a blast enjoying this guy. I continue in his tight hot ass, two, then three fingers, Bryan was going wild, his body trembling, his nut sack so tight to his cock that I knew he would blow any minute. The room got so warm so fast that we were just two sweat studs deep throating each other. I was sucking Bryan so fast now and complementing it with my fingers, fucking his tight hole, that he could not hold it no more, he manage to take my cock out of his mouth just in time to warned me…’Mark, I’m gona cum!!! Oh shit, I’m gona shoot this load’… I did not stop, I could feel his mushroom head in the back of my throat, fingers fucking him wildly, and suddenly a torrent of man cream was filling my mouth… Bryan’s body shaking violently under the amazing orgasm, I could feel his body trembling under me, this man continued to shoot in my mouth what it felt like torrents of cum, I swallowed as much as I could but some escaped my mouth and travel to my finger that continued fucking his ass.

He quickly got from under me, still trembling from his orgasm, got in all fours with his glimmering tight ass just inches from my throbbing cock… ‘Fuck me Mark, please fuck me I want to feel that huge cock in me… I know you are about to come and I want to return the great orgasm’ I quickly grabbed my bag and pulled a condom, in less than ten seconds I was behind Bryan, his butt was firm and round, all his arms and back muscles were very visible. I just got my cock purple-mushroom head barely in Bryan when he just pushed his body back getting impaled… I managed a moan that was mirror in pleasure by Bryan as he was been fucked balls deep. I quickly grabbed him by his hips and continue to wildly drive my cock in and out of his hot, tight muscled ass!

We were fucking madly in that room, Bryan’s ass cheeks were making this amazing sound every time they were colliding with my body… ‘Oh yeah, UMM yeah, fuck me Mark… Yeah faster…’ my balls all sweaty were slamming against his body with every deep thrust. I could feel my orgasm approaching fucking fast.

I started to moan, my hands tightly holding Bryan’s body in place, while my cock drill his hole. I was fucking him so wildly I was surprised we hadn’t caught anyone’s attention. Bryan straighten his body arching his back, my cock deep in him, he turned his face and in between deep thrust from my massive meat, he told me ‘ I want to swallow every drop, just give it to me Mark, feed me your seed!!!

That did it for me, my balls raised to my body, I quickly withdrew my cock and removed the condom, Bryan turned around still on all fours, I grabbed my cock in one hand and his face with the other and just shoved my cock so deep in his mouth that he had to hold on to my body for balance,… one, two quick in and out of his mouth and my body went thru the same climatic orgasm, I could feel my body draining thru my cock with every stream of cum… Bryan kept moving his mouth just enough to milked me out of every drop.

We just collapsed back to the carpeted floor, our muscled bodies trying to catch our breath. ‘Oh Shit, my flight, I missed my flight’ I was able to say while gasping for air. Bryan check his watch, ‘no man, you still have a 20 minutes…’ he said. I looked at my watch and clearly it had been an hour of fucking sex, I looked at Bryan confused. ‘Mark you will make your flight, I get you out quickly thru the screening area!!!’ he said with a great smile.

We helped each other to get up, Bryan opened a drawer from the office desk and took out couple of towels, and we quickly dried the sweat from our bodies. I got dressed and quickly collected all my stuff, apart from two drained cocks, there was no proof of what had taken place in the room.

We walked back to the main terminal, Bryan in front of me; I was looking at his tight butt, his uniform made it just perfect… I was remembering the way it slammed against my cock just several minutes earlier!

As we reached the screening area, Bryan signaled me out thru a side security door leading to the clear side of the screening area. There were people just sitting there awaiting secondary screening ‘Thank you for your kind support Sir’ He said as he open the door to let me out.

I walked out and immediately continue towards my departure gate. By the time I got there they were already boarding, I found my seat in first class and took of my coat off, just in time for the flight attendance to come and get it. ‘Would you like something to drink Sir?’ she asked while collecting my coat, ‘Yes, coffee… and hold the cream please’

To be continued….

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The Good Side of Prison

Not long ago I was living in Mexico. Being a gringo I drew the wrong attention. The policia noticed me and before long I found myself in a Tijuana prison. There were many sad and horrible aspects to this experience, but I will tell you about the best side of being in prison. Let God punish me if I misspeak one verb.

I had a pension, prior to my detention, so I had money while I was incarcerated. This saved me from a lot of the hardships that others have to go through. It also opens opportunities. At the time of my incarceration, the prison was literally run by the prisoners and drug lords. It was possible to rent an apartment, eat at restaurants, and make inappropriate propositions. I was struggling with learning Spanish. Few of the prisoners wanted to help me except the kind soul named Armando. This young man was extremely handsome. He could be a top competitor to any of the hot models on this WEB site. Never before was I intimidated by anyone’s looks but Armando was so beautiful that I was shy around him. You see, I always believed that life was too short to dance with ugly men, so I never felt the least bit tongue-tied when I met someone I wanted to play with. Armando was different. His clear eyes, muscular body coupled with an angelic face of clean complexion intimidated me too much for me to initiate my well-practiced program. Often we would study Spanish with him being the patient teacher. We would sit close to each other during these sessions. His natural, freshly showered smell, would intoxicate me. Concentration would go away just as quickly as my dick would get hard.

In gratitude of his kindness and his patience, I would invite Armando to join me at one of the many restaurants inside the prison. He never had much money if any at all. His mother was old and alone with more children at home. So she couldn’t support him. One day I had great fortune. Chisme is the Spanish word for gossip, and I was told something unbelievable. Armando was for hire! It took me two more encounters with Armando before I could approach the subject. When I finally asked him ‘¿que paso?’ He told me; ‘Even God can’t hear you unless you ask.’ Imagine having sex with a man more beautiful than American Idol’s David Archuleta, who looks similar. Well I begged. We rented a room for what equals three dollars for an hour and his fee was only twenty-five bucks. This began a secret that I kept from him. I would have paid a hundred just to see him nude.

Armando is a Mexican man with a light complexion. He loved to play a starring position at soccer. This gave him a wonderful tan line, outlining an almost pure white butt. His ass was in direct proportion to the Latin-Boyz Model Pito, the most awesome butt on the WEB. At least to me.

Our first contact was only my worshiping his cock. I deeply inhaled his man scent. I buried my face and tongue in his hole as far as that ample buns-set would allow without being too pushy. I did not want to do anything that might discourage Armando or displease him. I did not want to scare him with the barely controlled power of my desire for his body

He instinctually understood that when I returned my attention to his seven inch rod of maleness, that I wanted him to let loose a load in my mouth. He was eager for release also. I could see that his bountiful lips were now ruby red and as fully engorged as his dick was. But all of my ministrations were not getting him over the edge, and then he did something that totally astonished me again. He reached for my hand and stuck two of my fingers deep into his hole. I am not new. I know that means that this man really likes his ass to be worked on. I filed that into my memory for later use. The mood of the moment was such that I should keep going and bring my beautiful partner to a glorious conclusion. My god he almost drowned me! I did not think it was possible for anyone to spew so much man juice. Armando did not smoke nor did he do anything that would taint the flavor of his sperm. What I am saying is that he tasted as wonderful as he looked. After he released the hold on my head; I did not let one small drop of that Armando juice go to waste. I wiped my lips, chin and dabbed up what had spilled on my shirt. Thank you Armando was my first words, before I changed it to gracias. ¡Machismo gracias! I protected my fingers, now free from his hole. I would have my private session later, and use those fingers to aid my memory.

The window was open now. My shyness had evaporated. The knowledge that Armando liked dick was ever present. The next time was going to be different. I paid him a little more than he had originally asked for. Americans often make the mistake of over paying, but I was not new nor was I going to do that either. I waited an eternity of two days before I asked Armando for his ‘Servicios Especial.’ He said yes. I knew he needed the money too. He had gotten in trouble with the guards and made the mistake of paying his way out of it. In prison as in elsewhere that only makes you a mark for corrupt guards or police. I had waited so I could hear any more chismes, but no one was talking. I prefer to keep my Gayness to myself.

We rented another room. I found a better one. It cost me three dollars and fifty cents an hour. Once inside I almost pounced on Armando. I was difficult to slow myself down. But I wanted to savor this moment forever, so rushing things would make it all seem less special. I asked him to stand in front of me while I proceeded to remove his clothing. I kissed each newly exposed part of his body as soon as his clothing was laid aside. Again his natural man scent was intoxicating me.

After I got him nude I had to tell him what he already knew. I told him how beautiful he was. I requested that he stand there and model his body for me. Then I got on my knees and lifted his right foot. I licked his toes and between his toes. I sucked on his heel and lapped my way up one leg to his manhole. I paused long enough to bury my nose there; letting both plump cheeks come up around either side of my face. Then I started down the other leg repeating the process in reverse order on the other side.

With his feet firmly on the floor again his hard rod was pointing, invitingly at my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and consumed him to my choke point. I paid no attention to the tears that were flowing down my face. I repeatedly swallowed his dick till my nose was mingled with his pubic hair. Honestly I could not get enough of Armando, but I was going to try my best. Eventually I had to stop and breathe. I used this moment to see that Armando had entered that other world of pure sexual pleasure. His trademark lips were almost bursting in fullness and glowing in their crimsoned color. I knew that I was pleasing this man at a level that he was not used to. ‘Armando turn around, por favor.’ Now I was going to see just how far I could force my tongue into his surprisingly hairless manhole. I parted each cheek with my hands and tried to climb inside his hole, tongue first. I can never describe with true justice the feeling of his hairless cheeks firmly gripping my face as I lathered his insides with my tongue. But I can tell you once I had gone into the depths of his crevasse I could not see around those cheeks. Some time you can describe a nice butt as melons. His were beyond that description. That clean Armando man smell was intoxicating. I almost lost my sense of perfect sexual timing. As you know, when having great sex, timing is important. I knew he was ready for something more, and it would be ME!

It’s time I tell you about me. I am a man, butch type, and former military. I got medically released and pensioned because of a bad leg break. I can’t run a mile any more but I am physically fit. I am a top. I tell you I never met a true top that has a belly. If you are working it, you get the six-pack abs as a result. I was a porn star. At that time I wished it wasn’t true, because when the police discovered my Gay porn movies it did not help my legal case one bit. Well the women did treat me with difference. I once lived in Boys town. That’s what we called West Hollywood, CA. Later I moved to Hillcrest neighborhood of San Diego, The Swish Alps as it is nicked named. I have this magnetism that tells people that I love to fuck, without me saying a word. I know what I am doing. Most say that I am good at what I do. I am older now, but I still get cruised. In fact I was just given that longing look just now as I took a break from writing this story, and went out to the front of my apartment to enjoy the warm night. The kid is cute but I am busy writing this story. There will be others at a time more convenient. I am eight inches, and once hard it is there to stay. Imagine the hassle I have every time I masturbate then try to sleep on my stomach with this log under me. It just takes its own time to go down. I explain this so that you understand that when I began to fuck Armando, he was going to get a good ride.

I am five feet ten inches tall. Armando is five feet seven inches. It would be impossible for me to comfortably fuck him standing up. Still on my knees I backed him onto the bed so his ass was hanging slightly off of it and before I raised his legs I handed him a condom to put on me. This technique silently says I play safe and now you are sure of it. He eased the condom on me as though it was going on a dildo. Damn. He snapped it. His ass was mine for sure. Normally I ask for some service on my dick to get me wet. But this was all about Armando. So I supplied my own saliva then used my tongue to copiously apply more to his winking hole. Yes it was winking. His blood pressure was up enough for his sphincter to pulsate. I started in. I wanted to feel each of his inside folds slowly flatten out around my cock. Armando had another idea. He reached and took hold of my waist and pulled me into him hard and fast. If that is how he wanted it, who am I not to comply. I buried myself to my short hairs. I am still on my knees. I am in heaven, so was he. I paused to allow myself the totality of feeling this beautiful man surrounding my dick.

Timing like I said is everything, so I continued with a quick retreat to his hole’s muscle, leaving my dick head inside. It was followed be several hundred of these piston-ing motions. I can still recall each and every magnificent feeling. We rocked together in perfect unison. It seemed as though we had done this for years. We were made to be a team. I was the pitcher. Armando was the equally skilled catcher. I like different positions. I was not to be denied the sensation of burying my dick between those muscular buns so I rolled him over onto his stomach and climbed back in. I sawed and sawed some more. I could feel the wall at the end of his hole. Each punch against it drew a gasp from Armando’s sweet plump lips. Timing. He was reaching the end of his endurance so I rolled him over on top of me and had him sit up. He took charge and scrubbed is butt onto my dick with a lusty hunger that made me mimic his gasping sounds. On and on he went, proving himself to be just a physically fit as I am. I needed relief from his vigor. I motioned that he should spin around on my dick so that we were face to face. He complied. Over my head went one leg as he did so. Our hour was coming to an end so I knew we should go for a conclusion. Armando was now balancing himself on his feet and bouncing up and down on my dick. I used this momentum to work his dick. It was as though he was fucking himself and jacking off at the same time. He looked at me. His eyes were glazed. Then it started. The first ejaculate kicked me on my forehead. Then he eased off of me as the next sprayed my face, centering on my nose. My mouth, now wide open was ready for the next. Damn it!

I did not even have the chance to taste that shot because it went straight down my throat. The final three were to be my reward.

The after-glow was breathless and silent. Then there was a knock on the door. Our time was up; did I want to pay more? I said yes. I had just been baptized in Armando juice. That man was more copious than I have ever seen, even on video. I had some cleaning up to do. His sperm was still falling out of my hair as I tried to talk through the closed door. Imagine. This was just our first fuck, of many to follow. I miss Armando and the prison won’t let my letters go to him since I too was a prisoner. This type of communication is strictly forbidden. Thank God we had the time that we had. He showed me the very best side of caged prison heat. He was the best although others tried.

DAY ONE – THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

After a busy weeklong conference I had arranged to take three days off for myself in Paris. I had arrived the night before and had checked into a 4 star hotel in the Montparnasse area. I picked this hotel specifically since it had been written up on some Internet site as a great ‘cruising’ location. Apparently the Lobby WC can be quite active with a younger crowd and even the cute bellhops will often join in for some great sucking sessions. Well, so far the only persons I noticed in the WC were elderly oriental gentlemen and fathers with their young sons. Not very encouraging for someone who was as horny as I. It had been weeks since I had had any sex. The months leading up to the conference had been crammed with my normally heavy work schedule as well as hours of preparatory work for my presentation at this European conference. The conference itself left little time for any relaxation and I found myself falling into bed nightly alone and to tired to even jack-off.

After checking in – and checking out the WC – I rested for a couple of hours and then headed out to cruise a couple of gay ‘clubs’ on the Left Bank. Despite how horny I was nothing interested me. I quickly got tired of being hit-on by middle-aged ‘queens’ trying to look in their 20’s again. There seemed to be little action, just a lot of skittishly cruising back and forth. Or maybe I was just too tired to care. I returned to the hotel frustrated and tired, falling into bed and immediately dropping off to sleep.

I woke late the next morning, more refreshed than I had felt in weeks and after showering and shaving I decided to head into the heart of Paris and grab a quick lunch. I had visited this city a number of times so I had no burning desire to see the tourist sites but I was now getting horny and bored. Even the guys in the club last night were starting to look ok. As I started to walk through the train station to get to the Metro I saw him.

The first thing I noticed was the golden spiked hair, so highly jelled that the light bounced off it like a beacon. This golden crown topped one of the cutest most adorable faces I had ever seen. Pale creamy white skin, pierced by ice blue eyes and highlighted with a pair of full, pink, heart shaped lips. This beautiful boy diverted my attention and I almost collided into the woman in front of me. He looked so young and innocent sitting on the floor with his backpack. And then he saw me staring at him and he looked up and smiled. Oh what a wicked sexy smile he had. White teeth flashing through those pink lips and his eyes seemed to penetrate me as I heard my breath catch. I turned my head and walked on as I felt his eyes follow me across the station. I had to look back. I stopped at a newsstand and pretended I look at newspapers. He was still watching me and smiling. I glanced away but could not walk away. Try as I might I could not ignore this ‘golden boy god’.

Fuck! What was a matter with me? Here I was at 26, successful climbing up the corporate ladder standing in the middle of a train station starting to sprout a ‘woody’ over a young man. At 6’1′ and 180 lbs of trimmed muscle with good facial features, I have never had a problem attracting sex partners – male or female. I did not need to be chasing after young guys. My mind kept saying ‘get out of here’ but my cock was now in control.

I finally glance back at him and he looked me up and down and then gave me the most beautiful smile. I could not help myself; I smiled back. He had me and he knew it. He reached down and adjusted his crotch without taking his eyes off me. His shorts were filled with a healthy-looking bulge. He leaned over said something to the two kids sitting near him; then picked up his bag and started to walk towards me. As he got close to me he gave me a nod to follow him and kept walking. I trailed and every few meters he would turn to ensure I was still with him and flash that smile at me. I kept following right to the public washrooms. I hesitated at the doorway for a few moments then said ‘fuck it! I want this boy.’ and entered. He was waiting at the last cubicles at the end of the room when he saw me he slowly entered keeping his eyes on me until he disappeared. I slowly followed noting that the cubicles were fully enclosed from ceiling to floor giving a fair degree of privacy. I entered and locked the door.

He was sitting with his shorts down around his ankles, his boy cock already starting to swell lying across his upper thigh. His t-shirt was pulled up and tucked behind his head, revealing a beautiful smooth hairless chest already developing defined pecs and abs. I was about to take control when he looked up at me with that smile and I felt my knees go weak. He reached over and started to unbutton my fly working ever so slowly on each button never taking his eyes off mine. I didn’t move – no, I couldn’t move. The moment was so erotic. My swelling cock did not make his job easy but with great care he pulled my pants over my hard prick and putting his hands on my hips pulled me towards him. He now eyed my cock still enclosed in my shorts and began tongued it through the material. I was immediately hard.

He finally freed it and my cock bobbed forward and lightly caressing his smooth cheek. As I moved my cock slowly over that beautiful face I could feel electric waves pulsate down my spine and through my whole body. What a great sensation, as I rubbed my prick against those lush lips. His tongue darted out licking around my foreskin, teasing me, exploring the sensitive area between the foreskin and my ever-expanding cock-head. He kept using his tongue and was playing me like a beautiful instrument, wetting me, coaching my cock-head to come out and play. Finally he looked up at me smiling with both his mouth and eyes and then he opened his mouth and his lips formed the most sensuous O shape. Fuck! That mouth was made for sucking.

He took me into his mouth and after using his tongue he continued to tease my cock-head out of it foreskin enclosure he slowly began to suck. His mouth smothered the head of my cock while the hands enveloped the shaft. They worked together so well I felt as if my cock was in his throat.

Taking my cock in his hand he began to kiss and lick it all over, running his tongue over my piss-slit, painfully lingering before letting me back into his mouth and gently started to applied some suction. This kid may be young but he knew how to suck cock like a pro. He was in no hurry as he continued to suck me excruciatingly slowly, and I was savouring every moment. As one hand was around the base of my prick, his other has caressed my balls, tickling them, and then rubbing them gently.

I remember throwing my head back, feeling my breath catch in my throat and I letting out an involuntary moan, groaning loudly from some primal core deep inside me. My boy god immediately let me fall out of his mouth and said something as he put his finger up to his lips. I had completely forgotten where we were.

All I wanted to do was to bury my cock in that furnace of a ‘love mouth’. I wanted him to take me all the way into his mouth, his throat, to bury his nose and face in my heat, my sex. I wanted to fuck his mouth. I stared to push and thrust against him putting my hands on the back of his head, feeling those stiff spikes of golden hair. I tried to fuck his mouth. I needed to come so badly. But every time I pushed forward, he pulled away; still sucking and tonguing my cock head but not letting me enter his throat.

I tried again but this time he let my cock drop out of his mouth and reaching down to his shorts he started to stand up. Fuck! I had pushed him to hard and I was going to lose him. ‘It’s ok, don’t go.’ I whispered.

He stood up and looked up at me and then reached up and kissed my lips to quiet me. This took me totally by surprise and I didn’t know if I was getting a good-bye kiss or not. He did not linger on my lips but taking my manhood, which had started to lose some of its firmness, back into his hand, looked down at it. I also glance down and saw that he had not pulled his shorts up but had simply taken something out of his pocket and was holding it in his other hand. It was a condom and he was preparing to cover my ‘love tool’ for action. I felt my tool stiffen again.

Never taking his eyes off my cock he pumped it a few times and then carefully rolled the thin sheath down to my pubic hairs. Looking back up at me he gave me another one of those beautiful smiles, lightly kissing my lips again. Oh God I was in love – or at least in lust with this kid. He turned around and leaned over the toilet presenting his beautiful butt to me to admire.

And did I ever admire it as I ran my hands over his ass cheeks. Smooth and totally hairless like the rest of his body. I kneaded his ass like bread dough feeling its softness in my hands. Now I felt in control as I wetted my index finger and probed his ass to find his ‘boy pussy’. I pushed it into his warm hole to lube it up. It was tight and as I lifted my finger back to my mouth to get more spittle I was pleasantly surprised that it was not only clean but also had an intoxicating aroma – not something that happens all that often in my experience. I worked first one finger and then two, all the time kneading his butt cheeks with my other hand, spreading them to get a look at this little rose bud that I was fucking with my fingers. Once I had three fingers easily passing through his sphincter I knew he was ready as he pushed back and rotated his hips.

But if I thought I was in control of the situation, my boy-god reminded me who was setting the agenda as he reaches behind and finding my cock glided it towards his hole. I did not fight him since I was more than ready as I got into position, quickly used my spittle to lub his asshole and slowly pushed my hard cock head into his hole. It literally popped inside him as he held his breath, grunted and let out the quietest moan of pleasure and pain, as more of my cock pierced his ass. It was an intrusion, one he wanted, but needed to relax into. I allowed him a few seconds to become accustomed to my dick and then he turned his head towards me and smiled, raised his eyebrows giving me the sign that he was ok, that he wanted to go on. I pull my fully hard shaft out of his hole, only so far as to allow the head to remain inside and pushed back into his ass, with one long stroke. I grabbed his slim little hips and thrust deeply into him. He pushed back into me at the same time as I started to slowly piston my cock in and out of his hole. Fuck! His ass was sweet and tight.

I slowly began to fuck him and each time I pushed forward he pushed back onto my cock. We are trying to keep quiet but we are both moaning and grunting now. We kept this pace up for some minutes all the while we heard people coming and going all around us, which only added to our excitement. I ran my hands over his smooth ads, tweaking his tiny nips. I pick up the pace and start to fuck him hard and long. I pounded his ass as my thighs made slapping sounds against his tight little ass. I could hear the slurping sound of my cock going in and out of his boy-pussy. I was not going to last much longer and as I felt the telltale pressure building up, I bent over this kid as he started to move his head from side to side gasping and clenching his hands onto to the toilet seat. I reached down to grab the boy’s cock that I had not yet touched, and he began to massage my prick with his tight ass muscles. I started to jack him off in time with my fucking and he soon started to cum. That did it! I threw my head back and rammed my cock in as far as I could, exploding into his ass, filling the condom with shot after shot. I tried to lift myself to stand up but my legs began to wobble as I bent over holding the boy, hanging onto his thrusting cock that did not seem to want to stop cumming.

I finally stopped, catching my breath and we both calmed down and suddenly realized just how cramped this little cubical was. As I softened I was able to extract myself and we cleaned ourselves as best we could as we re-arranged our clothes. I whispered ‘Let’s get out of here.’ and we carefully slipped out of the toilet area and went to wash our hands.

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