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‘You gonna come over and y trague mi hombria? You like that huh nino?’ Julio whispered into the phone. We met on a dating website about a month ago, and when I saw his sexy picture tuve que agarrar. He is so masculine with the body of a god and the polla y pelotas gigantes to match. Tonight will be the first time we meet face to face other than a web cam.’Si papi, gonna work your monstruo polla in my hot holes,’ I replied as seductively as I could.

‘See you in an hour nino.’ I heard a click on the other end of the phone line. He just got off work at the construction site so I knew he was hot and horny. I threw on my Mexico themed briefs with my bright red cockring on my nine inch pinga underneath. I put on my black jeans and my tight red underarmour shirt to show off my massive chest, I grabbed my motorcycle keys on my way out the door. The whole ride over I thought about how he would grab me as soon as he opened the door and fuck my brains out on his living room floor. I arrived at his casa and walked up the stairs to his front door. This is it papi. I knocked on his door and was greeted by his sexy smile.’Angel!’ Julio excitedly said as he wrapped his huge arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. His soft lips sent a wave of heat through my body and straight to my cock.

‘Como estas?’ he asked me in a thick Spanish accent.

‘Estoy bien, et tu?’ I replied.

‘Great now, come in.’ he eagerly said as he pulled me into the house. The house was dark except for candles leading to the dining room area. I watched his ass through his tight fitted jeans as he walked over to the table.

‘I think I went a little overboard with the food,’ he said kind of embarrassed. It was a little cute for a guy as big as him to look so vulnerable.

‘I-I didn’t expect any of this,’ I told him, and I wasn’t lying. I gave up on chicos like this a long time ago after my ex Daniel.

‘Perdoname nino, es demasiado?’ he asked sounding a little worried.

‘No,no. Es dulce, gracias Julio,’ I quickly reassured him. He smiled and pulled out a chair for me. I walked over and sat down while he brought out Pollo a la Mexiana y Dobel Ponhes. We talked a lot as we ate dinner. About his work, family, hobbies, just getting to know each other. I found out that he’s five years older than me, que es vientisiete. After we ate he picked up our plates and brought them to the kitchen like a perfect caballero. I got up from the table and followed behind him. He was washing our plates when I noticed him. I walked behind him and pressed my body against his, reaching under him to grab his huge pecs.’Gracias Julio, for dinner and everything,’ I whispered into his ear.

‘Don’t thank me yet Angel, usted no ha tenido todavia el postre.’ he replied. He turned around and pressed his hot lips against mine, his tongue swirling together with mine. It felt as if his kiss knocked all the breath out of my chest. He stopped and looked at me with an intense, mesmerizing smile on his face.

‘You sure you want this nino?’ he asked me, sliding his hand down my stomach to grab my belt buckle.

‘Papi I thought you’d never ask!’ I growled. Julio smiled and led me down the hall into the master bedroom. It was insanely huge but that wasn’t all I noticed on the red walls were shelves with candle that filled the room with a romantic feeling. On the other walls though, were dildos and sex toys of all different kinds. The other side of the room had a sling attached to the ceiling and wrist and ankle chains on the ceiling and the floor as well as the four post bed.

‘Julio mierda, que gusta a la intemperie!’ He laughed and started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his naturally hairy chest and abs, which were neatly trimmed. The hair continued past the waistband of his black jockstrap. Julio saw my jaw almost hit the floor as I saw his already massive cock swell under the thin fabric and smiled.

‘You like what you see nino?’ I walked over to him to kiss and suck his neck, letting him know that I certainly did. By his moans I could tell he did too. I slid down his chest to his left nipple piercing and swirled the cool metal around in my mouth. I went down lower past his abs and to his jockstrap. While using my lips to trace the outline of his dick I spread apart his ass cheeks with my hands and dipped a finger inside. Gripping the band of his jockstrap with my teeth I started to slowly pull them down, looking deeply into his eyes as I did so. As I came back up my tongue glided along his thick, tan thigh. I heard him moan as my tongue quickly left his leg to busily lick his balls while his monster cock bobbed back and forth, hitting my face over and over again.

‘ Shit nino, fuck yeah. Wash ’em baby,’ he purred as I took one of his massive plums into my wet mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue all around it. I stopped thrusting my finger in and out of his warm manhole and slowly started to stand, licking every curve and angle of his body as I rose. I reached his gorgeous face and pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting my tongue in and out of his warm hole.

‘I want to taste me on you,’ he exhaled between kisses. I stuck out my finger I used to work his ass and he greedily took it into his mouth, sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around it. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and wrapped my own lips around it.

‘Mmm… que es beuno,’ I moaned. He grabbed my by my hand and led me across the room to the chains attached to the ceiling and floor. He threw my hands up above my head and slowly slid his hands up their length and kissed my neck. I felt him bite down hard on the skin and I moaned aloud and threw my head back. Then I felt the cold metal slap around my wrists. Julio walked in front of me, his huge fully hard cock bouncing up and down as he walked.

‘I’m gonna make you feel so good Angel, gonna work you so hard,’ he said in his deep masculine tone, his voice was screaming authority, and I knew who was now in charge here. He pulled me in by the waist for a deep kiss, our tongues colliding with each other like a damn tornado. I felt the warmth of his breath fill my body with ecstasy. God if only I weren’t chained up. His lips left mine leaving me biting them wanting more. He reached up to grip the back of my head while the other slowly trailed down my back to massage my ass crack as he began to passionately kiss and bite my neck. His hands studied my body as his tongue slid down across my entire body. He was now on his knees smiling at me with his thumbs under the sides of my briefs. He pulled them down to my ankles as my now rigid cock sprang forth and smacked him in the jaw.

‘Damn nino, someone’s happy to see me,’ he said as he gripped my pinga with both hands and started jerking me off. He began to thumb the head which was now pouring pre-cum. He took his thumb into his mouth and moaned.

‘ You taste so sweet Angel,’ he groaned. Then without warning he took my cock into his waiting mouth. I watched as my my pinga disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared into his gorgeous face. His mouth was milking me for everything I had to offer. The way his lips wrapped around me so gently and softly. He slowly swallowed me fully until his nose was buried deep into my pubic hairs, then came all the way off to feverishly lick the head. I began to thrust my hips forward to meet his waiting mouth. I felt I was going to cum so I thrust my hips back as far as I could. Julio smiled and stood up to kiss me long and hard. His hands slid up my arms once again to uncuff me. He lifted me by the ass as I clung to him. He walked over to the bed and laid me down on my back, my bare ass on the edge of the bed. Julio kissed me, then my neck, my abs, and so on. He smiled at me and I knew what was coming next. He lifted my ass towards my face his face as he dove straight into my crack with his tongue. I moaned aloud as he tongue fucked me. I heard him laugh as my moans got louder and he really started to jam that thick tongue in there. His wet tongue felt fantastico working my ass. His hands were massaging my balls as he did so. After awhile he went from fucking me to gently licking my hole as I held his head in place, locking my legs around his neck.

‘Shit yeah, lick that ass papi,’ I groaned as I threw my head back. Julio climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me, pressing his dick against mine and swerving his hips in circles.

‘You sure…you want this Angel?’ Julio asked me between kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly began to stand, my arms tight around his neck.

‘Here it comes nino,’ he said as he lowered me onto his monster cock. My God, his dick was ripping my in half! I never even dreamed of shoving something this big up my ass.

‘So fucking tight babe’ he moaned as he continued to pump into me. The sensible thing to do would be to hop off this god screaming, clenching my ass. But for some reason the look in his eyes made me want to give him everything, no matter what. So I sucked it up and bit down on my lip, trying desperately not to scream, fighting back tears. I buried my face into the small of his muscular shoulder and gladly accepted the pain. A single tear fell down my face onto his shoulder and he immediately stooped his attack on my asshole. I gave him a halfhearted smile as he cupped my face with one hand, looking into my eyes with horror.

‘Are you okay Angel? Did I hurt you?’ he asked me, concern taking over his voice. Before I could even answer I found myself lost in the softness of his lips. He kissed me gently, as if not to hurt me. Most chicos wouldn’t care what anyone else felt but he was different. We kissed for a few moments and he still hadn’t started fucking me yet. A few seconds later he pulled my away from his warm mouth.

‘Are you ready babe?’ he asked me. I gave him a real smile this time with another kiss to answer his question. This time he pushed inside of me slowly and carefully. When I was all the way down there was very little pain. It was replaced with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt before. His cock filled me again and again as I bounced up and down.

‘That feels so good papi,’ I moaned as I began kissing his neck. He started to thrust his cock into my ass all the way, going faster and faster each time. I clung to his neck as he fucked me in a way I had never been fucked before, his bedroom filled with our reams and the sound of his giant balls slapping up against my ass. He leaned back and stretched out across the bed and I started to fuck myself on his dick, my own hitting my stomach repeatedly. He began jerking me off as my ass slammed against his crotch. After awhile Julio moved his hands to my waist and started to meet my ass with his own deep thrusts. I slowly eased off his fuck stick and quickly got to my knees to worship his amazing cock. Before I even knew it I had forced my mouth to swallow almost half of his dick, while my hands worked his massive balls. I moved off his cock to take one of his balls into my wanting mouth.

‘Damn Angel, you make me want you so bad,’ he growled as he got me on my feet only to lay me back down on the bed, my ass pointing towards the ceiling. First I felt his hands on my waist, then his lips on my neck, and finally the weight of his body pressing against mine. I turned my head so my lips could meet his, my ass rocking back and forth ass his dick slid up and down the crack. I bit down on my bottom lips as Julio slapped and squeezed my ass. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

‘How bad do you want it babe?’ he teased as he just held himself outside of me. He chuckled as I started rocking my ass underneath his muscular body.

‘Okay then baby, here we go.’ I felt an instant turn on by him calling me baby…his baby. He entered me slowly, laying flat on top of me, and just laid there. I tried to push against him but he had me pinned. He began kissing and sucking my neck , his hands moving up and down my waist. After awhile he began he began thrusting his hips into my ass. I moaned and gripped the sheets as his dick slid in and out of my ass, filling me with a different electricity than before. It was more like he was claiming me as his own with that beautiful body and cock. I felt him nibble on my ears and his lips found my neck, then my jaw, and finally my mouth. I reached back to squeeze his ass as he dominated my hole. I began playing with his asshole with both hands, my fingers massaging his ass crack. Julio started driving my ass harder and faster, all the way to the hilt. My moans turned to screams of pleasure as he grabbed me by both wrists and started to fuck me hard. His dick was pounding my ass so hard I had to bite down on the sheets which were wet from the pre-cum pouring from my rock hard dick. Julio’s grip on my wrists tightened and his moans got louder and louder. I felt my body lift off the bed as he fucked me.

‘Oh fuck yeah baby!’ Julio pulled me in for one final thrust. His leche shoot into my ass hard and hot like thrusts of his dick. As soon as he started shooting his seed in me, my own started pumping out like a waterfall out of my cock. He held me there as my cum shot all over the bed. Julio stood me straight up and kissed me deeply, his now softening dick still resting inside me. He bent me over the bed and slid his cock out of me and spread my ass cheeks apart. He stuck his tongue deep into my hole and began thrusting it in and out. As soon as his tongue left my ass I felt the warm cum pumping out of my ass. It was one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever had, the perfect angel’s leche pouring from my ass. I had never let another man cum inside of my ass before. Julio was and would always be the first. When I felt the last of the cum turn into a mere drip I turned to see Julio wiping his face of the cum that was just deposited from my ass a few moments ago. He looked so sexy with his chest covered in his own manhood. His face dove into my ass to busily lick the remains of his warm seed. His tongue traveled from my asshole to my balls as he devoured each one into his wet mouth. Then his tongue slid all the way down to the tip of my pinga to suck it dry. Julio smacked my as as he climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me deeply for what seemed forever. That was the first night I spent lying in the arms of the most beautiful man in the world, Julio.

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I am in my third year of college now, doing great, Im twenty three, I had graduated when I was seventeen and a half, six years ago, spent one year, or almost one year working to earn some cash for the college expenses.

Getting that student grant and loan helped and took some of the pressure off on the financial end too.

Oh yeah my name is Kerry Singleton, and I’m going to state university to be a coach/teacher and I have been involved with sports since I was old enough to throw a football, so I am in fairly good shape physically, I also am a gay man, and there is nothing more awesome looking to me than a good looking, well built man, and for some reason I prefer older men, like in there mid to late thirties.

I guess thats due to the fact of having lived in the older part of town, in a two story brick home with an alley behind the back yard.

My Dad and Mom always put a garden in, and I helped work the garden, which it pretty rewarding when it comes to having fresh vegetables to enjoy from the garden.

Well to make a long story short, there was this older guy that lived up the street from us who was into gardening too, and I would go up to his back yard and help him with his garden sometimes, he was a friendly dude, he worked construction, was very well built, which I had no problem enjoying his looks and he would would wear these light shorts when he worked in the back yard garden.

Thing happened and we were in the shed behind his house I asked him why he didn’t have a wife, he told me well Kerry, I have never liked women, I’m what they call Gay, which was a new term for me, I was only sixteen at the time, and lived a shelterd life.

Mr. Anderson, Bill actually, stood there and asked me if I knew what that meant, I of course told him I think it means your a homo, He of course started laughing, ‘Yeah thats about right,’ he said.

‘But Bill you can’t be a homo, arn’t they sick, perverted, kinda warped guys that go around preying on other men, and little kids in the dark or something like that?’ I asked.

‘Well like everything, I guess there are those types but they are in every walk of society, not just gay men, Truthfully Kerry, a gay man is a man that is sexually attracted to other men instead of women and enjoy sex with them, rather than like hetero sexual men, like sex with women, outside of that they are no different than, say your father. THey are just men, ordinary, home loving, working men.’ he said.

‘Really Bill, What do they do with each other?’ I remember asking, I was intrigued by the thought of what that meant.

‘Well, be honest with me, Kerry, do you like to feel your dick rubbed and stroked on?’ he asked.

I blushed a little and said, ‘Well Yeah,’ I replyed sorta embarrassed like.

‘Hey Kerry, don’t be ashamed or embarrassed about that, all guys do it and enjoy themselves in that way, and it’s perfectly normal, if your father told you the truth, he would probably tell you he does it too.’ he said.

‘No kidding,’ I said. ‘Do you do it?’ I asked.

‘Of course son, I love to feel my dick rubbed expecially when it gets hard. Thats when its best.’

AS we talked about it, I felt my already fairly big, six and a half inch cock swelling up from just thinking about it, it was almost aching.

I looked over at Bill and noticed his cock was pushing out the front of his shorts and damn it looked big.

I smiled at Bill, ‘Wow looks like you got a boner too,there Bill,’ I said in an embarrassed sort of way.

‘Yeah just talking like that to a young man, has that effect on me.’ he said.

‘Well what is it that Gay men do with each other?’ I said.

‘Well they enjoy jerking each other off, and sometimes sucking on each others cocks.’

‘Wow what does sucking feel like?’ I asked.

‘Mr Anderson came over to me and said,’Would you like to see, I can show you if you want.’ he said.

‘Sure I would love to know,’ I said.

Bill took me by the shoulders and set me up on the work bench on some clean rags, reached over and began to rub my boner thru the shorts material, the feeling was out of this world, I wanted more, so i raised up and started to pull my shorts and white briefs down, and Bill helped me get the job done, my shorts were off and on the side of the bench, and I watched as Bill reached into his shorts and pulled out his huge nutsack and hard boner, but his was different than mine, it was covered with skin, mine dick head was out and open, I found out later that I was circumcized.

My boner was standing up like a lamp post, wanting some attention and Bill reached over and stroked it making me gasp from pleasure.

Then he smiled and said, ‘Here it is,’ and I almost fainted as my sensitive cock felt a hot wet mouth for the first time in my young life, NOw I will say here, that most people would think this was underage sex, at this stage of the game, I didn’t give a fuck, It felt so fucking good, I wanted it, oh fuck yeah did I want it. And there was no way I would ever tell on Bill, I enjoyed it too much.

Bill began to take my six and a half inch cock to the balls and began to work over the sensitive head like mad, I had died and gone to heaven, nothing had ever felt like this before, and I could feel that churning, boiling feeling down deep in my loins and balls, and I knew if he kept up the sucking and licking of my cockhead, I would be cumming in his mouth, It was quickly comming on and It happened so fast I didn’t have time to warn Bill before my young cum filled his mouth, I think I had shot hte biggest load of my young life at that point, and Bill surprised me, I thought he would gag or something but he just kept sucking on the sensitive head and licking off all my cum it was awesome.

I totaled by the time BIll had finished and I just sat there like I had run for miles.

I finished and Bill was standing there wipeing the moisture off his lips, ‘That was fantastic, and your cum is delicious.’ Bill said.

I looked down and Bills cock was standing hard and proud, quite long and thick, I wanted to try it, I thought if it was that enjoyable It must be awesome.

I jumped down and Bill stood there smiling as I leaned over and took his now uncoverd cock head into my mouth, tasting that sweet pre-cum that was oozing out the tip.

I was quickly becoming addicted to the taste of mancock.

I felt his cock tightening up and his balls were now up against his body, tight and almost disappearing when he said, ‘Oh Shit man,Here it comes kid.’

And I began tasting this musty, sorta salty, sweetness that was filling my mouth, I started swallowing like mad, to keep in all in.

It was a totally different taste than anything I had ever tasted but I like it, and knowing that I had just done for Bill what he had done for me was phenomenal, I loved it.

That started a regular thing for me and Bill and for some reason sex was suppose to be between an older man and a younger man, or so it seemes to me, but that is what I personally like.

I had completed my second year in college and Was in the mid term break in my third year.

I decided to go visit the high School that afternoon and see a few old teachers.

I went into the hallway and smelled the old familiar aroma of the school, it had a smell of its own, so many memories, so many thoughts about past things.

I walked passed the Gym locker and went in adn notice a couple young guys dressing out for Football practice, cute young asses, yeah I would fuck em, but I preferr older guys.

I walked on up into the Classroom area and went by Mr. Carter’s office, he was still the principle, he must have been there since Moby Dick was a Minnow, but then I went on down to the end of the second floor hallway, all the halls and classrooms were deserted due to the fact that the school day had ended, and everyone had left, but I got to My old Math classroom and opened the door, I knew Mr Allen always stayed late, usually grading papers and since he never had gotten married he was in no particular hurry to go home I guess.

I opened the door and the sight of Mr. Allen made my heart beat faster. There he was seting at that same desk where he had taught me Third year Math, and how many memories seeing him brought back.

I remember how I loved his handsome looks, How many times I had lusted after his gorgeous trim, well built body, he worked out with several gym classes and helped coach football, I had seen him several times in the locker room, he had the most beautiful, rounded ass, lightly covered with this almost fiery red hair, his beautiful blue eyes deep, mysterious under those wire framed glasses, Mr. Allen was a god to me.

Mr. Allen looked over and saw me, ‘Kerry, how wonderful to see you, man you’ve filled out and looke great, College looks good on you,’ he said.

‘And your still the best looking teacher in High School too.’ I said.

Mr. Allen,(David) blushed, ‘your too kind,’ he said.

WE made small talk for about fifteen minutes then my mind got to the point of where I wanted to go with this.

‘Well have you gotten married yet?’ I asked.

‘Nah, don’t know if I will ever find the right one.’ he said.

I walked over to Davids chair and I leaned over to his ear and whispered in his ear, ‘WEll Maybe it’s because you aren’t looking in the right places.’

‘He looked a little bewildered, I looked down into his eyes as I leaned over him at the desk,

‘What do you mean Kerry?’

‘Well Mr. Allen let me tell you something, When I was in your class, I was a young lad with a tremendous crush on you, Yeah, Im gay, Do you have any idea how many times I undressed you with my eyes, how many times I would stay after class just to clean the blackboard so I would have the chance to see that bulge in your trousers, how many times I would go to the boys room and jerk off wishing it was you doing it with me, I have had this thing for you since I first saw your standing there in the hallway when I was a freshman, your gorgeous smile, handsome face, your beautiful red hair, God man, I am nuts about you.’

‘I–I–I had no idea about your feeling like that Kerry, but even if I had know your a student it is a non happening thing,’

‘WEll I’m not a student now, I said as I leaned over from behind his chair and reached down and slid my hands down his heavy chest, making sure i touched his nipples on my way down, untill my face came to rest at Mr. ALlens ear, which i began to kiss and nibble.

‘Aw shit Kerry, that makes me crazy,’ he said.

I began to to kiss his neck and lick up wards letting my hot breath blow in his ear.

I undid his tie as he just layed there and leaned back in his chair with his hand resting on the arm rests.

I began to sensually unbutton his shirt and reached in and felt his muscular chest, god he was gorgeous. My cock was aching by this time, finally I was touching the man of my dreams, for so long I had dreamed of this moment.

‘Oh Jesus man, that feels so fantastic’ he said.

my hand slid down the smoothe skin of his washboard abs.

I watched as his cock swelled up thick and hard in his trousers.

I could see the outline of his cockhead pressing tight against the material of his trousers and i reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze.

David moaned as I gently stroked his cock thru his trousers.

On thing for sure, it was sad that such a nice thick, hard cock had been laying dormant for so long, not haveing anyone to pleasure it or have it give pleasure to anyone else.

I walked over and gave the lock a turn on the door to his classroom.

I walked back over to his chair and he was speachless as I undid his belt and opened his pants, unzipped them and fished out one beautiful cock, cut, with a beautiful pink head and the straight shaft he must have been a good eight inches and the girth was at least six inches around, it was awesome.

I looked into Davids eye as I leaned over and started licking on the tip of his beautiful cock. I then slid my mouth down and took one very hefty nut into my mouth and heard him almost gasp and yell out, as I started sucking on his nuts.

But he did let out a stiffeled yell as I took his thick cock almost all the way to the balls in my mouth and felt it slide down my throat a bit.

His body tightened and he whispered that he was already about to cum.

It didn’t take anytime at all to bring DAvid to a full climax, and he layed there with his head layed backward.

His Body began to jerk and I tasted Mr. Allen’s cum fill my throat.

‘Oh Fuck man, it’s been so long for me to feel something like that.

‘Just how long has it been since you were touched by another person, male or female?’ I asked

‘Almost five years, Didn’t want anyone to find out that I liked guys, it might ruin my teaching career.’ he said.

‘WEll David, now you have me, and I want you to go home, get ready cause Im going to pick you up and take you out on an official date and were going to come back to my place and have passionate sex, I want you to fuck me with that awesome cock of yours, it’s lay dormant for too long.

It was about six that evening that we went out to dinner at an nice restaurant, I was looking into David’s eyes as he took a bite of food licking his fork in a sensous way, when he said, ‘God Kerry, your so adoreable, just looking at you has given me a hardon, and just to think, a couple years ago you were one of my students, life is full of surprises.

We went to a movie but we did so much making out at the movie, that I don’t remember what it was about.

AS we walked up to the front door, I whispered to David, I wanted to feel his awesome cock shoved deep inside my manhole.

We undressed and I began the love making by bending David over and making him groan and grunt as I tounged his asshole, like it was starving, it was awesome, to see that pink hole and its swirling golden redish hair swirling around it.

then I nibbled as his asscheeks as I fondled his balls and stroked his swollen hot cock.

But the most awesome part of the night was when David, raised my legs up with me on my back and places that awesome cock of his against my love hole and I felt his girth seperate the opening of my love hole and felt it slowly inch by inch slide into my intestines, it was the most awesome feeling, I was starting straight into his eyes as he almost gasped for air at the sensation my anal muscles were giveing him, I looked into his eyes with fire and passions as he made love with me, we fucked passionately untill the bed was wet with our sweat and we finally both came like breeding horses, and he filled me with his seed, and I shot cum over the both of us.

That was last year, David and I are living together now, and he don’t care who know he’s gay, and I am so much in love with a man fifteen years older than I am and I love it.

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On a balcony of the Woodland Palace, Andril was breathing the night air: it was warm and the smell of pines pervaded it. The lights of Dun Lolar twinkled amongst the trees, adding a surreal quality to the moment.

‘It is a rather beautiful sight – isn’t it?’ asked Queen Rowena.

Andril looked at her and smiled. Thankfully, in the dark, she could not see his embarrassed blush: she had read his mind.

‘I never thought I would ever see something so beautiful. I do not think there is a city, in the whole of Abaron, that would look so beautiful at night,’ said the young man.

‘Yours are kind words – Master Andril,’ said the Queen. Andril was still getting used to the honorifics. ‘I’d like to capture this moment to have a few words with you – if you don’t mind.’

‘Of course – I don’t mind!’

‘You know? In the many years that I have ruled this kingdom, I never would have thought to tell someone these words,’ the Queen began. ‘A long time ago, when I was still a young girl, the Oracle of Kershaw spoke words that my people still remember to this day. It said: ‘A Faerie Child will come; he will be born of the Moon and will be son to the Sun.”

‘What is a Faerie Child?’ Andril asked puzzled.

‘A child born from a Fay and a Human. Fays are special beings that, once or twice in every age, take human form. They are beings of great power. Their magic is like no other magic in the world. It is neither Clerical, Magical, Druidic or Shamanic. They are often called the Demigods.’

‘Demigods? I heard of them in the myth-teller tales: those of the Ancient Times,’ said the young man.

‘Those very same – yes.’

‘So, am I a Faerie Child?’ asked Andril.

‘No, my dear Andril. You are a Fay,’ said the Queen – matter-of-factly.

Andril looked at her with a dubious look in his face. ‘With all due respect – My Queen; but I can hardly believe that a peasant boy like me could be what you have just said.’

The Queen looked at him with a secretive smile and said: ‘Really? Yet, you have demonstrated incredible powers. How do you explain those?’

Andril was silent for a second – not knowing how to answer that. ‘And what can be done to allow me to control them?’ he asked the beautiful woman.

‘Unfortunately, Fays are not common in the world. They tend to stay away from people, including keeping to themselves all their knowledge,’ said the Queen.

‘This makes me question the fact of being a Fay even more,’ said Andril; ‘I do not believe I would ever wish to part with the people I have come to love and respect.’

The Queen looked at Andril and smiled: ‘Astor Lightray,’ she said; ‘I know him – you know? He visited Losfaloth many years ago with Gawain and Evert Soulfire. I always thought he was a rather lonesome young man. It stands to reason that you would be the one to make him fall in love,’ she concluded with a light laugh.

Andril smiled, still pondering about all that she had said so far. Still, a question had to be answered: ‘The Oracle has said that I will bear a child: what’s that all about?’

‘That is the final proof that you are a Fay – Andril,’ said the Queen. ‘Fays can bear children, like a woman would, through magical means. It is a magic inherent to their nature. Per the old lore, they can only give birth every fifty years, and only if the father is a human, chosen by Destiny.’

‘Gawain!’ exclaimed Andril. The Queen nodded.

‘But I am not in love with Gawain!’

‘Love and feelings have very little to do with Destiny – my dear young man,’ said the Queen.

‘I do not understand – though; is Astor not fated to marry me?’

‘Yes, he is. Nonetheless, the child of Gawain must be a Faerie Child, if we are to survive the dark times before us. It is part of a grander design that we may not understand but in which we must have faith.’

‘All right,’ said Andril; ‘let’s say I am fine with all of this, so far – even if I am not totally clear on everything. How do I learn to control my abilities?’

‘There aren’t many people like you in the world,’ said the Queen; ‘Fays tend to remain isolated from humans and, only when they sense the future of those they are sworn to protect is in danger, do they come amongst us.’

‘Do you know of another Fay?’ he asked hopeful.

The Queen nodded and said: ‘It is now a few years that rumors have reached me of a Fay reappearing at the feet of the Shadow Mountains. The name I’ve heard is Silver Wolf.’

‘Silver Wolf. That sounds like a man’s name.’

The Queen smiled: ‘Fays have always been known to appear amongst Humans under the guise of a beautiful young man,’ she said. ‘By looking at you, I am convinced – more and more – that you are what the Oracle named you to be: a Fay.’

Andril, again, was thankful of the shadows of nightfall to hide his blushing. ‘How do I find this Silver Wolf?’ he asked her.

‘The forest of Losfaloth is quite great and some parts of it are still uncharted. There are a few paths that lead to the Shadow Mountains, which go through the Forest. I will show them to you in the morning. I must tell you – though,’ she told him coming closer and putting a hand on his shoulder, ‘we do not have much time. Already, in the South of the world, certain events have taken place that will bring war to our lands in a very short time. The Faerie Child must be born soon, or we are all lost.’

‘I understand,’ he said softly.

That night, he could not sleep. He kept tossing and turning in his bed, as if in the throes of a nightmare. Suddenly, he heard the telltale music of his powers. Andril tried to stop it but the music kept growing louder.

‘Don’t fight it!’ said a voice in his head.

Andril opened his eyes and looked around. It took a few moments to grow accustomed to the darkness and then he could see, in the shadows of his room, that he was not alone.

A tall figure of a man was hiding in the shadows; somehow, Andril was able to perceive him: ‘Who are you?’ he said aloud.

‘I am a friend,’ the voice in his head answered; ‘I am he who you are looking for. I have felt the awakening of another Fay in the world and I came back to find you.’

‘Silver Wolf,’ Andril whispered.

‘That is what they call me around these parts of the world – yes.’

‘Show yourself,’ said Andril.

‘I am not really here – Andril,’ said the Fay; ‘Come to a place called Farn Galad, in the southern foothills of the Shadow Mountains; you’ll find me there. Come soon and come alone.’

After that, the silhouette of the man seemed to dissolve into the other shadows. Andril was left utterly speechless. He got up, got dressed and went to wake Ernell and Mallan; they would help him figure things out.

Andril arrived at the log cabin that Ernell and Mallan were living in and found the lights were still on. He knocked on the door and Mallan came to see who it was: ‘Andril, what is happening? Do you have any idea what time is it?’

‘I need to talk with the both of you,’ said Andril with a certain desperation in his voice.

Ernell came to the door: ‘We have not been extremely helpful in the past – Andril. I do not know that Astor will let me live if I get you hurt again.’

‘Listen – the both of you!’ exclaimed Andril. ‘Do you have any idea what a Fay is?’

Mallan and Ernell exchanged looks and then they nodded: ‘They are legendary beings of great powers,’ said Mallan, as if quoting from a book. He paused for a second. Ernell had already understood why Andril had asked that question.

‘Did the Queen say you were a Fay?’ asked Ernell.

‘Yes. And also Silver Wolf.’

‘I’m sorry – who?’ asked Ernell again.

‘Silver Wolf. The Fay that will teach me how to use my powers,’ said Andril.

‘And where is he – now?’ asked Ernell, trying to keep up with the young man’s rambling.

‘I don’t know! He appeared in my room and told me I should meet him in Farn Galad – except that I have no idea where that is!’

The two Mages looked at each other again, disbelief clearly painted on their faces.

‘What?’ asked Andril.

‘Well, I do not know how we are going to find Farn Galad – that’s all! It has been destroyed five hundred years ago in the Mage Wars,’ said Mallan.

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He kissed me a second time and then laid on his side, facing me, his elbow supporting him. He looked at me, into my eyes, pretty deeply and smiled.

‘What are you thinking about?’ I got myself in the same position on my side, facing him.

‘Just how great this night has turned out to be,’ he took his free arm and stroked my face with the back of his hand.

‘I agree, Hank. I was prepared for a night of babysitting my friend Donna, and instead, got laid!’ I grinned back at him.

He continued with his hand on my face. ‘Chris, you’ll want to see me again after tonight, won’t you?’ he said in a much softer, lower voice.

‘Sure, of course!’ I didn’t want to sound too over-enthusiastic, but I had just had the greatest sex in a long time and I really liked this guy.

‘Good,’ and he smiled and shifted onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. I did the same and we were silent for a few minutes. Then he took my right hand in his left, not looking over, just reaching out and taking my hand and he squeezed it.

‘I hope you’ll stay longer tonight, Chris. There’s more I want to do to you,’ he was still looking up at the ceiling.

‘And I was hoping you’d invite me,’ I said, sitting up.

‘Be right back.’ He disappeared into the bathroom, probably to wash my cum off his face and do whatever else one does in there.

I got up and put on my boxers and started to look around his bedroom a bit and walked around. One wall on the left side had a desk, covered in stacks of papers and had a laptop teetering on top. On the wall above were a multitude of flyers for his band, all over the wall. In the corner next to the desk were stacks of CDs. Apparently he had a record out.

‘Want one? Take it,’ he startled me by coming up behind me silently and putting his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder.

‘Um, sure – thanks! Very cool that you have an album out,’ I leaned over and picked one up.

‘Would be cool if someone would buy one,’ and he laughed. ‘Your boxers are on for some reason?’

‘I just felt weird walking around your room naked, I guess,’ and I probably blushed.

‘Bathroom is down the hall here if you need it.

Want something to eat or drink?’ and he grabbed his own shorts, I guess to make me less self-conscious.

I headed for the bathroom and when I came out, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch.

‘Come here,’ he patted a cushion next to him.

I sat down and he put his arms around me and kissed my neck softly. I felt chills for a second, which made me feel good inside and I even started to feel a new hard-on beginning.

I turned towards him and took his face and began kissing him, pretty hard this time, trying to suck on his tongue. He got up on his knees on the couch and leaned back into me and continued kissing me. I let my hand find his crotch and he was already hard.

‘Ohhhh, yeah, that’s nice’ he said as I squeezed his cock and balls through his shorts. ‘Are you ready for round two?’ he whispered.

‘Can’t wait,’ I smiled and we got up and went back to his room.

We immediately stepped out of our shorts and met in the middle of the bed and resumed kissing. He began running his hand all over my body, stopping to squeeze my nipples. He pulled back and leaned down to bite them. I love having my nipples bitten – it’s a gigantic turn on. I didn’t give him a chance before and I was getting more and more ramped up. I guess I was making noise a little, because he murmured a bit ‘glad you like this’ and kept going at them, alternating every so often. I was audibly moaning at that point, looking up with my eyes shut, pre cum dripping onto my thigh.

He sat back and pulled my legs out so I was laying down and he climbed on top of me.

‘I want to get to that fine ass of yours. I didn’t have a chance before,’ and he leaned into me, our cocks touching. He grabbed them together and stroked them while he started biting my neck and earlobes, sending little spurts of electricity through me every time. He stopped and crawled backwards and said ‘I gotta get at that cock,’ and he started deep-throating me immediately, making my hips buck up into his face for a second. He gave me a good working over, sucking me with deep strokes all the way to the base of my cock and up to the very tip. His hands, meanwhile, were playing with my balls and stroking himself.

I scooted down and said ‘turn around and climb up here so I can suck you, too,’ and he smiled and turned around and climbed on me. We did this 69 thing for quite a while and both got sort of wrapped up in it. Then I started to feel his fingers playing with my asshole and it sent more electricity through me and I found myself again audibly moaning, while his cock was still in my mouth. He began licking the underside of my balls and working his tongue down towards my ass, really pushing hard with it.

He pulled himself away from me and climbed between my legs. I brought my legs up and he kept pushing them towards me so my ass would come up a little more. He began licking my hole, teasing me by varying what his tongue was doing, making me beg for more. I was in a perfect place, my body immobilized because I was holding my legs up more. I absolutely love when I’m getting rimmed and I can’t move myself around much.

He then started tongue fucking me in earnest for a while, which was so fucking good. Then he stopped and grabbed a condom and said ‘Can I fuck you now, Chris?’ and I nodded and rolled over and got up on my knees.

‘No,’ he said, and he laid down on his back and said ‘lower yourself on me,’ and held out his hands to help hold me, I suppose.

I straddled his legs, facing him and got up on my feet and squatted, and I grabbed the headboard behind him. He put his hands on my waist and I slowly lowered myself on to that thick, meaty cock. I was out of my mind because I hadn’t done this in a while and his cock was so thick that as it all went into my ass I was completely startled, filled up entirely and whimpering slightly. I raised myself up again and started to lift myself up and went down. I did this for a while, him holding my waist and making the sexiest moaning noises I’ve ever heard, in between saying things like ‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ and ‘Fuck, oh yeah, sit down on my cock, shit, oh oh oh, that feels fucking good.’ When I raised up off his cock the last time, he held my waist and he sat up so I climbed off him and went on my knees. He came up behind me and thrusted his cock all the way in at once, making me moan really loud. He started slamming me, not too hard, but hard enough that it was pretty forceful and he was grunting and groaning and at one point went into me and laid his head on my back for a moment, then kissed my back as he got up again.

‘I want to see your face when we both come,’ he said and he crawled back a little so I could get on my back. He kneeled between my legs and hooked them over his arms and started fucking me, pretty hard, while looking directly into my eyes. His eyes were watery and mine probably were too. I started stroking myself, my cock dripping so much that I had plenty to lubricate myself with. I could feel that wave of feeling that said ‘you’re going to come right now’ so I said, ‘fuck, I’m going to come…right…now’ and I came, all over myself and even hit the wall behind me and as he watched me, he kept fucking me and then tipped his head upwards and said ‘FUCK! ‘ really loud and came inside me.

We stayed like that for a moment or two and while he was still inside me he leaned down to kiss me, softly, like before. He pulled out and laid down next to me, disposing of his evidence in the trash. He was quiet for a while, and looked up at the ceiling again.

‘You okay, Hank?’ I said, as I leaned on my side towards him.

‘Yeah, more than fine,’ and he turned to look at me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, over and over on my mouth and all over my face.

I sat up and said, ‘Shit, I’m going to wash my face – be right back,’ and he smiled.

I returned and he was sitting up, his cock still recovering and he opened his arms for me to come over to him.

We embraced each other, sitting on the bed, our heads on each other’s shoulders.

‘Wow, what an incredible night,’ he whispered in my ear.

‘I’ll say,’ I whispered back.

‘Chris,’ he paused and pulled back so he was looking at me.

‘Yeah?’ and I smiled.

‘Can I see you again, and again, and again? Can I take you out on a real date?’ he said, very seriously.

‘I’d love that,’ I said and I leaned in and kissed him.

‘Can you stay the rest of the night?’ and he looked sort of hopeful.

I tried to remember if I fed the cat already and thought, fuck it, she’s too fat anyway, and I nodded.

We got under a blanket and he shut off the light on the side table. We were in the black of the dark room and sort of quiet.

‘Will you come closer? I want to hold you,’ I said. He scooted over towards me and I put my arm around him and he put his face on my chest and hooked his right leg in between my legs and put his arm across my stomach.

We fell asleep like that.

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He was half on, half off the short bunk, with one foot leveraged high to one side on a grab handle in the top center of the back wall of the cab, his back arched on two hard pillows, his hands open wide over the driver’s naked buttocks, fingers digging into flesh, moaning in long, building moans matching the long slides of the hard ramrod inside him. The driver, clad only in cowboy hat, red bandana neck scarf, tooled-leather boots, and a broad grin, was crouched over the bunk between the young man’s legs, giving him what the young guy had been begging for all the way from Lusk, where the Wyoming landscape had gotten so monotonous that the young man could only think about why he’d bummed this ride and had started moaning for them to stop and get into the back.

The young man started to quiver and writhe, and the driver laughed and stepped up his thrusting, quicker, deeper, all the way out, and then the long slide back in and holding there, as the young man gasped and murmured his surrender. The driver only had to wrap his fist around the young man’s cock and pump slowly three times and put his thumb over the piss slit of the angry red bulb before white, slick cum was flowing around his thumb and down the young man’s engorged dick.

With a little cry and a long moan, all of the tension and cum flowed out of the young man. But the driver drove on. Still deep, rotating his hips, making the young man rise to him, encircling him with his arms, holding him close, burying his face into the driver’s hard chest, asking him now for it never to end.

* * * *

‘See, wha’d I tell you? Lookee over there.’

‘Where?’ Dwayne asked, moving his eyes to where Stan was motioning, out beyond the dirty glass in the front wall of the truck stop café in the complex where all the guys stopped to gas and feed up when they were driving through Cheyenne, Wyoming, on a long haul.

‘Him? He’s the guy with that fancy rig out there?’ Dwayne asked, his voice incredulous. And his judgment not all that suspect. Walking toward them from the big, shiny burgundy rig with the extra-deep sleeper behind the cab was a rangy-looking cowboy. And not a new one either – probably no younger than his early forties. He wasn’t too tall and certainly wasn’t too fat. In fact he looked a little gaunt, all angles, and leathery tan, and wrinkles. Much like most of the rig drivers up here in the badlands of the upper West – well-worn jeans, a faded plaid flannel shirt, tooled-leather boots, a weather-beaten black ten-gallon hat, and a red bandana around his neck. But he walked tall, and his step was jaunty.

‘Yep, him,’ Stan answered.

‘And you say you can always tell when he’s goin’ through?’ Dwayne continued.

‘Yep. It’s them young guys over there, just as I told yer.’

Dwayne and Stan swiveled to take in the three young guys sitting together at a table set down not far from the doorway, between the café and convenience store section. Definitely out of place here. Not truckers by any means. Too young and preppy and ‘from money’ looking. College guys just pulling over for a cup of coffee, Dwayne had surmised. But then he’d agreed with Stan that this wasn’t the place that three college guys would pull over to on this stretch of road. There were fast food joints nearby – not to mention a Starbucks nearly across the road.

‘Them guys?’ Dwayne repeated.

‘Yep. I’ve noticed it before. This is the third time this year,’ Stan said, turning away from the boys and watching the rig driver approach the café. ‘He don’t come in here that often – I see him maybe once a month, maybe not as often. But I do short hauls, so I’m in here more than I’m not. But I noticed the last three times. Two, three guys like that come in here and order coffee and watch the door, and not long after, his rig drives up and here he comes just a struttin’ in the door, pretty as you please.’

‘Gotta be drugs,’ Dwayne said.

‘Yep, that’s what I figure too,’ Stan said, very pleased with himself – and with Dwayne too.

The rig driver had reached the door and entered the café and, after taking one long look at the young guys at the front table, turned and brushed past Stan and Dwayne’s table on the way to one nearer the back.

‘Afternoon, Stan,’ he muttered as he passed the table. He raised the tip of his hat, although he didn’t actually look straight at either Stan or Dwayne, and he didn’t slow down his walk. There was no hint he was going to ask if they wanted him to sit at their table.

‘Same ta yer, Ralph,’ Stan answered.

Dwayne started to say something, but Stan shushed him, waiting for the rig driver to get to another table and settle. When he looked up, he was looking at the young men up front – and they were looking at him. Another young man, moving slowly and a little bowlegged, a sloppy grin on his face, entered the café, looked around, and moved to the table where the other three young guys were already sitting. They put their heads together and were whispering across their table.

‘You know him?’ Dwayne asked in a lowered voice. ‘You called him Ralph.’

‘Yep, we’ve met in passin’,’ Stan said. ‘I’d heard some other truckers snigger and refer to him as the Road Romeo once, and I didn’t know what that meant. So I asked him. He said they must have been makin’ a joke about his love for truckin’, but then he told me his name was Ralph.’

‘Anything else? Did you find out anything else about him?’

‘Not much. Just that he does the Cheyenne to Billings to Rapid City route, but only now and again, when he gets the hankering. He didn’t say – others have – but he didn’t say either way that it’s more of a hobby with him. That he’s got a spread of his own down near Denver and does right well out of it. I did ask him why he trucks, and he just said there were some nice perks involved. I don’t know what to think.’

‘The Cheyenne to Billings to Rapid City route?’ Dwayne asked. And then he snorted. ‘That’s got to be the most monotonous route on God’s brown earth.’

‘Yeah, but someone’s gotta do it,’ Stan said. ‘Them folks need things trucked in too. God knows they don’t have much of anything worthwhile just lying around to pick off a tree.’

‘Yeah, but look at the rig out there,’ Dwayne said. ‘That’s the goddamnest nicest rig I’ve ever seen. What do you suppose that set him back?’

‘More than a dozen roundtrips from Cheyenne to Billings and Rapid City a year, that’s for sure,’ Stan said. ‘A man could drive that route for a lifetime and not pay for a nice rig like that. Look at the sleeper cab. You ever seen one that big?’

‘Nope, I haven’t.’

Their discussion at that point was arrested by noticing not only that the last young guy to enter the café was now gone, but also that one of the other guys got up and left right after he did. And then one of the two guys who were left was moving toward the back of the café, like he was going to the men’s room or something. But when he got to Ralph the trucker’s table, he abruptly sat down and started whispering to the trucker. The trucker was smiling and nodding his head from time to time and answering in monosyllables.

‘Drugs. Gotta be drugs,’ Dwayne turned to Stan and whispered.

‘That’s how I got it pegged,’ Stan whispered back.

The young man was standing up from Ralph the trucker’s table now and as he moved back toward the front, the other young guy, smaller than the first, with sandy-blond hair, was walking to the trucker’s table and sat down and started whispering, just like the first one had.

‘But you say he maybe has a big spread down near Denver of his own? Like maybe he’s rollin’ in money and just does this as a hobby?’ Dwayne sounded more than a little dubious when he was saying this. They both sat there, finishing up their coffee, each already projecting out to where they were going next – Stan to deliver a washer over on Elm and Dwayne to haul ass down to Denver with a load of hogs.

There was movement at Ralph’s table again, and Dwayne and Stan looked up. Both Ralph the trucker and the sandy-blond young guy were standing now. Ralph had one hand on the arm of the young guy and he was pointing to him with the hand of the other. They were both looking to the front. The other young guy sitting up there, stood, looking disappointed, and turned and walked out of the café. Then Ralph and the young guy sat back down at the table.

‘Drugs, gotta be drugs,’ Dwayne muttered.

‘That’s what I think,’ Stan agreed.

Having now finished their own coffee and big-gulp breakfasts, Stan stood up and moved to the cash register over in the convenience store area and Dwayne went back to the men’s room.

When they returned, Ralph, the sandy-blond young man – and Ralph’s fancy burgundy rig with the really big sleeper behind the cab – were gone.

* * * *

The big burgundy rig was parked at the back of the lot at the truck rest area off Interstate 80 near Rock Springs, Wyoming. The sleeper behind the cab was much too big and stable to be rocking back and forth, but if you walked up real close to the door to the sleeper, you would have heard the noise. The sandy-blond college kid, who had come all of the way from Fort Collins for this opportunity, was a real screamer.

The young man was kneeling on the side of the short bunk, thighs held out wide, fists bunching up folds of the spread on the bunk, and crying out his love for the long, thick cock churning inside his channel – at least he was very vocal until Ralph, the Road Romeo, who was crouched over his back from behind, pulled the young man’s face around to the side with a hand under his chin and took full possession of the sandy-blond’s lips with his own.

Ralph, the Road Romeo, wearing only a black, weather-beaten cowboy hat, a red bandana, and tooled-leather boots, was taking long, slow slides inside the youth’s channel, making him feel every inch of the talented monster cock that young men gathered from all over the region to enjoy and schemed and networked to be in the right place at the right time to petition to get the fucks of their lives.

The young man jerked his face away from the Road Romeo and arched his back and yodeled to the low ceiling of the sleeper cab as he came on the bedspread in a prodigious ejaculation such as he had never experienced before.

And then he started whimpering and panting and groaning as the Road Romeo laughed and just continued his slow pumping deep inside the youth, knowing that the combination of the youth’s recuperation powers and his own stamina meant the sandy-blond young man from Fort Collins wasn’t yet even half way through the fuck he’d come so far to get.

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‘How long did you say you’ve been driving this route?’

‘Twelve years,’ answered Ralph. He blew into his coffee to stir up the steam to cool it down, but he was hunched over the table and palming the cup in both of his hands to try to stay warm.

‘Twelve years,’ the other trucker said and then he whistled.

They both sat there for a few minutes, looking through the glass window of the truck stop café outside Billings, Montana, at the ground frost that wouldn’t burn off for another hour or two, certainly not until after the sun had come up.

‘Nice rig,’ the trucker said, nodding his chin toward Ralph’s shiny, burgundy rig with the extra large sleeper behind the cab that was strung out on the other side of the concrete pad beyond the line of gas pumps.

‘Thanks. I like it,’ Ralph answered.

‘But, man, twelve years on the Cheyenne to Billings to Rapid City route,’ the other trucker said. ‘How can you take it? Some of the most monotonous miles on earth, and lonely. God, is it lonely out there on the road.’

‘Well, I have company sometimes on the road,’ Ralph answered. ‘And then there’s the perks; they make it worthwhile. And I only get on the road when I get a hankering to get off the ranch. Looking for something different.’

‘Perks?’ the other trucker said. He just shook his head when Ralph didn’t answer.

Ralph was busy eying the door. A young man, his breath still misting in front of his face as he came in from the cold, had entered the truck stop café and stood there a minute, surveying the room. His eyes lit on Ralph and he smiled. And Ralph smiled back.

‘Speaking of perks,’ the other trucker continued. ‘I heard you called the Road Romeo the other day. You know of some nice chickies around these parts? Always seemed so dry and dull around here to me.’

Ralph just smiled. But he wasn’t smiling at the other trucker; he was smiling at one of his perks.

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It is all working just as Rod and I planned. I was visiting him in Napier after he had taken up the position of physical therapist for your Maori exhibition rugby team that had been formed for the Sydney Olympics and had proved to be so fearsome that it is now permanently organized and homed in Napier, New Zealand, and taking on – and slaughtering – all comers. The fierce opening ceremony you Maori players, all big, husky brutes with tattooed faces, perform before a match in itself usually intimidates the opponent teams so much that they melt in the actual match. The Maoris are naturally powerful, regular muscle machines, and once they’d learned to play rugby, there was practically no beating them. Hats off to you for bringing yourselves into the public eye.

Rod, an Aussie from Perth, and I were old fuck buddies from our days in Hawaii, where we studied physical therapy together at the university. I went back to the States and worked in the NFL, where I gained a taste for big bruiser football players. I loved how they took me and overpowered me and fucked me anyway they liked, with no thought to what I liked – without knowing that I liked to be taken brutally and totally. But years of pounding by them have left me craving even more.

Rod went back down under, and once he’d landed a job with you lot in Napier, he coaxed me to come on down, knowing that you Maoris could give me just the cocking I’d go half way around the world to get.

You remember me. I know you do. I was on the bench for your home matches against Auckland and Dunedin, where you wiped the field with the other teams and sent nearly half of their squads to the hospital.

I was there on the bench with Rod, and you kept eyeing me. Giving me that look that is universal for those with monster cocks who know how to use them on other men – the look that I’d seen from many a fullback in the American football leagues before they trapped me in the showers and fucked the stuffing out of me. I knew you wanted me. And Rod assured me that you fucked men; he’d seen you do it, and seen you leaving them sucking air and moaning and not able to close their legs and shitting bricks for weeks because their channels wouldn’t close up after you’d reamed them. Rod knew that’s what I wanted too – that I’d toughened so much that prime American football hunk cock no longer mastered me.

So, yes, you remember me, and I’m here again for your home game with Wellington, and I was out on the field again tonight and you gave me that look and pointed at me, letting me know you were singling me out. You gave me that big smile when I signaled my agreement. I’ve heard how you Maoris like to take your revenge on white men for the years of suppression. You think I’m going to be surprised and beaten. But the surprise is going to be on you.

You probably think I’ll be waiting for you at the players’ exit, all randy and naïve, thinking it will be a lark, something to write home to boast about, just a novelty: ‘Hey guys, I fucked a Maori today.’ And that you’ll bundle me into your car, drive me to the other end of the parking lot and stop in the shadows and make me suck you off – breaking my jaw in the futile attempt to stuff you all in – and then pull me into your backseat and cock me so deep and thick and hard that it will make me beg for the mercy you won’t give me. And that after you’ve brutalized me, you then will just push me out onto the pavement, used up, exhausted, moaning – unable to close my legs – and will have taught the rough lesson that Maoris aren’t normal men, aren’t a force to be taken for granted or dismissed or ‘handled’ as the white man has attempted to do to them for nearly two centuries. Another Maori victory over the invading, grasping Caucasians.

I’m sure you think I don’t know that you have a killing cock and leave any but your rugged Maori lovers rebored into puddles of jelly. But I know what you can do, and it’s what I want – and I’m not unprepared for it, no matter how tame I look. And I won’t be panting at the players’ exit. You’ll see me before then.

Rod, knowing both that I have a hard on for you and that you will ball at the drop of a jock strap – or loin cloth, I guess for you Maoris – has arranged for me to give you your massage after you’ve torn the Wellington team apart. I’m waiting, trembling in anticipation in the massage cubicle beyond the shower room, listening for the final roar of the crowd when you’ve done your worst to the other team and you’ve taken your victory lap and hung the heads of your opponents on your belts.

I hear you and your mates streaming into the locker room and to the showers. Your raunchy, prideful banter is making me hard and making me shudder in anticipation of the tension of that first look, when you see that it’s me who is going to rub you down and that I’m going to give you that look of acceptance of anything you want to do to me.

And there you are in the doorway, holding a towel around your waist, looking magnificent and fierce in your bulky muscles and warlike tattooing. I give you that look, and your smile broadens, and you drop your towel and stand squarely in the doorway, giving a statement without words that there’s ‘no turning back’ and ‘you’ll never ever be the same again.’ I gasp at the sight of what’s swinging between your legs, and that amuses you – you assuming that I’m in over my head and that you are going to split me in two and use the cocky little Caucasian all up – and I see flames in your eyes and your cock begin to engorge for me.

I know I wouldn’t leave this room unravished now even if I wanted to. But I don’t want to. And I know that look I’m giving you tells you I don’t want to – not that I challenge you but that I surrender to you and that I’m worth the ravishing. That I’m something special just as you are someone special.

Once alone with your hard, muscled nakedness in the massage room outside the steamy showers, all it takes is that exchange of looks when you stretch out on the board for your massage. You lift your hips off the board as my hand glides up inside your meaty thighs, possessing your cock, and you laugh low down in your throat and then grunt in pleasure and satisfaction – and knowing what comes next – as I pull on your thick dick and work it with one fist while I rub your tight, hard-played muscles with the other hand. You grunt as my mouth goes down over your bulging cock head, and you jerk and tremble and open your eyes wide with astonishment as I slowly swallow you down to the quick and close my teeth over the root of your throbbing tool.

With a guttural animal sound, you bound off the table and grab me up in your arms just as if you were still in the scrum out on the field – wanting to take immediate charge, to teach me my place. You are tearing off my shorts, and I am winded but laughing when you slam me down on my back on the board. But by the time you’ve scrambled up onto the board over me, I’ve spread my legs and lifted my pelvis to you, clutching your firm, round buttocks as you thrust brutally inside me. Your eyes go wide again and you gasp yourself when you realize giant cocks have been there before – that you glide in easily and that my cries are of passion, not of unbearable pain. I feel you trembling, awakening to the realization as I close my channel walls on your cock and make my internal muscles start to ripple across your invading piece that I’m going to give you the fuck of your life as well.

You are looking down into my face with that fierce, tongue-hanging-out stance you Maoris have used for years just before tearing your enemies apart. I take your stare, though, and give you my ‘I’m open to you; do your worst’ look, and I feel the arousal that gives you all the way down into your thickening and throbbing cock that has split me like a mighty war club.

I want to die impaled on your bludgeon of a cock. Philosophers say that orgasm is the ultimate death experience, and I want to die a thousand times on your plunging cock.

The extraordinary strength and length and hardness and endurance of you makes me arch my back and moan to the ceiling as you fuck on and on and on – trying to make me beg for mercy. But your pistoning is spurred to higher velocity as I cry out, rather, for more, more, more. You let loose with a joyous Maori war cry, being taken to heights of passion and ecstasy in your cocking that no previous Caucasian lover has endured.

I squeeze your butt cheeks hard, white nails dug into chocolate-brown flesh, pulling you tight to me with each forward thrust, as the power of your thrusts pushes me up the board. My head drops over the end of the board, and I hear the intake of breath of another monstrously huge Maori rugby player coming out of the shower and into the massage room, where he was scheduled to follow you on the table. You have overused your time, however, just as you are overusing my channel in your never-ending fuck – your unrewarded attempt to hear my death rattle and watch my eyes roll back into my head in mortal surrender of weak Caucasian to unconquerable Maori.

The other Maori’s thick, bulbous cock briefly comes into view as he positions himself at my head. As I take him inside my mouth, he leans over my heaving chest, his fingers digging at my nipples, his cock pumping deep into the back of my throat as his lips meet yours. I feel the pleasure of your shared kiss in the throbbing of both of your cocks pounding inside me.

And I die a thousand deaths and am transported to a ninth heaven under the pounding, pounding, pounding of the mighty Maori clubs inside me.

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I’ve been writing all my life – but not professionally ever. I have short stories, longer stuff, poems, things that I intend to turn into novels, etc. For money I mostly work as a bartender or a waiter – wherever I can find work. Gives me time to write during the day and enough money to pay for the apartment I share with two of my college friends (both women). I figured that I might have enough money saved to apply for an MFA program in writing next year. I think it will cover the first semester, anyway.

Anyway, I decided I’d join a writer’s group to see if I could get any feedback on some of my stuff, other than the ‘that’s great!’ feedback I get from my roommates and my other friends. I searched for a while online and found one that meets once a week on Tuesday nights – usually my night off. I dragged one of my roommates with me the first time – I was sort of intimidated already, not knowing what to expect.

The group meets in a room at a nearby community college. The leader of the group is an instructor there and it’s run outside of the school. When we walked in, we saw about ten people seated in desks in a circle.

‘Come in, welcome! I’m Carol, the group leader. Have a seat and enjoy!’

‘Thanks,’ I smiled.

Regina and I sat down kind of behind the others. I looked around and checked out the others – about five men and five women including Carol. The women ranged from gray-haired artsy types to one goth girl to one generic sort of woman. The men were interesting, particularly one of them. The four others were ordinary Joe types, a couple of them pretty cute, but the fifth one made me jump slightly – the most beautiful man I’ve seen in years – black curly hair, the kind that is longish (to his jaw) and the kind that keeps getting in your face when you look down so you have to push it back constantly. Awesome glasses, very faded jeans, Converse high-tops, an old looking vintage plaid shirt, open, with a gray t-shirt underneath. His face was almost angelic, but he had a slight five o’clock shadow, great white teeth and I think, brown eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him – he didn’t see me really, which was good because I think my mouth fell open while I studied him.

Regina knew and she elbowed me and whispered, ‘Jim – stop staring! You look like you’re drooling over that guy! He’s cute, but for fuck’s sake stop staring!’ I snapped out of it and tried to listen in on the discussion. Carol, the leader, began talking about a piece that one of the gray-haired artsy ladies was working on. I didn’t bother to hear or listen to anything she was saying, much less offer commentary. Then she turned her attention to that guy – the guy!

‘So for those of you who may have forgotten – Kyle is going to give us some of his gay supernatural love story for next week’s discussion. Kyle – want to say anything as I pass these out?’

‘Um, just be gentle – I am really new to writing fiction, much less a dark, magical love story,’ and everyone smiled. ‘I really want some feedback on the main character – the human – if he seems realistic enough.’

One of the average Joes raised his hand. ‘So if we’re straight, will we be able to sort it out?’ and Kyle seemed to grow slightly annoyed. ‘Yes, him being gay doesn’t have much to do with it – I want feedback on his voice, descriptions, etc. Tell me if you can see him as I do. Appreciate it, thanks,’ and he held his head down a bit while Carol took over.

‘Okay, everyone has a copy – even our new guests – hope you don’t mind Kyle – and let’s take the week to read what he’s given us and take notes. Kyle, can we give out your email address in case someone has a question before we meet?’

‘Sure,’ he said and he wrote it on the board. I immediately copied it down.

‘So, group, let’s meet our visitors tonight. New friends, tell us a bit about you two!’ Carol talked directly to

me and the entire group turned their heads at the same time.

Regina said ‘I’m just here to give Jim moral support,’ and everyone laughed. Thanks, Regina, for making me look completely lame.

‘Hi, I’m Jim and this is the first time I’ve come to a writing group,’ as I talked, everyone was smiling, including Kyle. When I saw him listening to me, I started to get a little self-conscious.

‘I have been writing for years but I’ve never thought about trying to get published anywhere. So I’m going to try this route, first just to see if what I’m writing is interesting to anyone other than me.’

‘Welcome, Jim! We’ll look forward to hearing more about your work very soon! I hope you’ll take Kyle’s piece and come back next week!’ Carol seemed very genuine and inclusive. ‘And, to your friend, how nice of you to accompany Jim. It’s sometimes hard to come in front of a group for the first time. You are a treasure,’ and she smiled broadly.

After that, anyone in the group who wanted to talk had the chance to. Several people raised their hands and gave updates on their work that they’ve shared and one or two wanted to bring new drafts in to share. Everyone seemed to connect, even though overall the group was completely a hodgepodge of people from different walks of life.

The time came to start leaving and Regina said ‘I gotta find a ladies room. I’ll meet you at your car,’ and she slipped out while Carol was wrapping things up.

Everyone got up to leave and as I walked out, I heard behind me, ‘Jim?’ I turned around and it was Kyle. Wow, I thought, and I immediately began to feel like I was shaking.

‘Yeah – Kyle, right?’ and I put out my hand. He shook my hand and kept looking in my eyes.

‘Are you a bartender?’ he asked.

‘Yes, I am – have you seen me before?’ He must have remembered me. Good sign!

‘Yeah, I’ve been into that bar quite a few times. I think you’ve been working every time. I don’t drink alcohol, though, so I haven’t ordered from you,’ and I was glad he said that, because I would have definitely remembered this beautiful creature and would have gone home with a hard on and fantasized about him after waiting on him.

We stood silent for a moment and Regina came up to me.

‘Ready to go, Jim?’ she sounded like she wanted to get out of there right away.

I looked at Kyle, then looked at her, then said, ‘Um, yeah, okay,’ and I looked back at Kyle.

‘Jim, did you write down my email? Will you email me when you’ve read my stuff?’ and I detected a slight twinkle in his eye.

‘Yeah, for sure! Looking forward to reading it,’ and I smiled at him, making him blush ever so slightly.

Regina was already walking towards the door.

‘I hope so – maybe we could grab coffee or something and talk about it. I’m curious about what you’re working on, too.’ I was definitely shaking at that point. ‘Absolutely!’ and I hoped I didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

We went home and Regina gave me shit the entire ride, teasing me that I was going to start going to writing groups just to meet men.

When we got in, we told our other roommate, Kate, about the evening.

‘And Jim has a big cru-ush on a guy!’ and they both squealed.

‘Good night, ladies,’ and I headed down the hall. As soon as I shut my door I grabbed my laptop and started composing an impulsive email to Kyle. Here’s what I sent:

Dear Kyle,

Thanks for sharing your writing, I’m really looking forward to checking it out. However, I thought I’d take a chance and send you an email before I’ve read it. Are you with anyone? If not, I really want to ask you out on a date. I’m probably being too forward and if I am, I’ll fade into the woodwork. But I got a sense from you that you might have been somewhat interested, the way you approached me. So be gentle, please, and let me know. If your answer is yes, of which I’m appealing to the gods will be your answer, let’s talk. If your answer is no, I won’t bother you again…so….there you go.

Now I’m going to hide under the covers and cross my fingers that you’ll say yes. It was great meeting you.

Jim

I hit ‘send’ and immediately regretted it. He’s with someone, I thought. How could he not be? I surfed the web for a bit, looked at some porn sites, watched some You Tube, and about a half-hour later I heard my phone chime – it does that when emails are sent to me. I went back to my email and saw that I had a new one in my inbox. I said a prayer (I’m an atheist, go figure) and clicked on it. It was from him! Here’s what he said:

Dear Jim,

Thanks for writing me so quickly! It was great meeting you, too, and I really do want you to read my stuff and comment on it. I haven’t gotten any feedback from any of my gay friends – I think they are all chicken or worried they’ll hurt my feelings. So please let me know. As to the real intent of your email – I’m flattered and I’m single. I thought you were pretty cute so I took a chance saying hi. I’d love to be your date. My cell # is below. Call me – I’m pretty much free this week.

Looking forward to hanging out…

Kyle

I immediately shut my laptop and jerked off. Fuck! I wanted to call him at that very minute (after I came, of course) but I didn’t want to seem over-anxious. Fuck it, and I grabbed my phone and laptop and got the number and dialed.

‘Hello?’ he said.

‘Kyle?’ I said.

‘Is this Jim? Wow – I was wondering if you’d call by tomorrow and I hoped maybe sooner and here you are!’ he was enthusiastic but not in a phony way.

‘Yeah, it’s me! I’m glad I have a chance to take you out – want to have dinner with me?’

‘I’d love to – I’m free tomorrow night…or is that too soon? You probably are pretty busy..’ he backed off a little,

I think. Maybe he was as anxious as me?

‘That would be great…how about I meet you at the Dumpling Inn. Do you like Chinese?’ I hoped that was a good suggestion.

‘I love that place – that sounds great. Is seven okay?’

‘Perfect! Now you’ve got my number in case…well, in case you….um, need it,’ I almost said ‘if you change your mind’ but caught myself. Low self-esteem always plagues me when I’m trying to meet a guy.

‘I will see you then – I’m really looking forward to it,’ and he sounded like it.

We said goodbye and I began Googling him and Facebook searching and Twitter searching and I couldn’t find him. I was sort of surprised, but maybe he’s more private or doesn’t like those sites. I stayed up until midnight, thinking all sorts of things: what should I wear, should I kiss him if he seems to like me, or should I just do it anyway, what if I ask him to come home with me, will that kill my chances with him? I hadn’t gotten laid in about eight months since my last breakup with the high school teacher. I guess I wasn’t serious enough for him and didn’t want to take the next step of moving in with him. That was his ultimatum, I guess, so he dumped me ‘for not being honest with my feelings’ or some bullshit like that.

So I still haven’t described myself. I’m 26 and obviously single. I am sort of short, 5’7′ and have short blond hair, sort of spiky, sort of not. I have a few tattoos but I’m kind of modest about them. I go to the gym almost five times a week if I can, and I think I have a pretty good body – never any complaints from the teacher boyfriend. I don’t have the biggest dick in the world, but I think I’m a pretty good lover, and again, no complaints from the teacher. I’ve got blue eyes, too, and my roommates say I’m a ‘good catch.’

I finally got to sleep and spent the next day trying hard to write and then settled down to read Kyle’s writing. I figured that I should read it and if it’s awful…well, I’ll lie and say I haven’t read it, I guess.

I was pleasantly surprised that I really liked it – and not because I want to fuck him – I think he’s got something. The story is about a single gay man who encounters a ghost on his night time walk with his dog. The ghost is of a generations back relative (need to fill in more here)

I got dressed and headed out for the big date. Regina said if it’s bad, text her, and she’ll call with an emergency to get me out of there. Cute. I decided to go with some ordinary chinos and a black shirt and these black shoes that Regina made me buy at Nordstrom’s last month that make me, according to Regina, ‘look more updated.’

I got to the Dumpling a bit early so I went across the street to check on my friend Raymond. He works in an Internet coffee shop kind of place that his partner owns. He was surprised to see me. When I told him I was meeting a new guy for dinner he insisted we take the front table so we could look out the window as he got there.

‘No, I don’t want to, but you can look,’ and at that moment I saw him across the street, walking towards the restaurant.

‘Gotta go,’ and I left without saying goodbye.

‘He looks cute from far away,’ Raymond yelled after me.

I went up to the corner to cross like a good citizen and Kyle saw me and waved. I waved back. I met him in front of the restaurant and he was all smiles.

‘Hi Jim, it’s nice to see you,’ and he gave me a sort of hug. He seemed nervous, which made me less nervous.

‘Yeah, I was looking forward to it all day,’ I said, realizing that it sounded like I have no life.

We went in together and I got us the best red vinyl booth in the back. We got some hot tea and sipped on that and stared at each other while sipping until he broke the ice.

‘So, are you still bartending?’ he said, grasping for a topic he knew I’d be able to talk about.

‘Yes, but trying to get more hours waiting tables at a restaurant. I’m saving for an MFA writing program I really want to apply for next year,’ and he smiled and nodded.

‘What do you do to pay the rent?’ I said and immediately regretted making it sound like he must be a drug dealer or prostitute or something.

‘Well, I do graphic design stuff for a small design shop. I’ve been there two years now and I like it a lot. I have very cool bosses who let me set my own hours for the most part,’ and he grabbed a menu. ‘What is your Dumpling recommendation?’ and he looked over the top of the menu at me with those cute glasses and big eyes, which

are brown, by the way.

‘Their vegetable chow mein is fucking awesome,’ and I put my hand to my mouth. ‘Sorry, I swear too much. Sorry if that sounded…’ and he interrupted me and said, ‘Fuck no!’ and we both laughed.

‘I like the kung pao chicken but sometimes they go overboard and it’s so spicy I can’t even eat it when I get it home…I get takeout from here at least once a week,’ he said.

So we continued, ordering those two things to share and some egg rolls and dared each other to try their legendary hot mustard, which has been rumored to have caused someone to be taken to the hospital because they passed out from hyper-ventilating and choking on their egg roll.

‘Is that true, or bullshit?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know, but it’s a great story nevertheless!’ We laughed and started to fill in some details about ourselves. He seemed pretty well-adjusted, not neurotic (unless that will be unveiled sometime later) and has been single for OVER TWO YEARS, which was quite astonishing. Of course, I didn’t bite my tongue as I should have. ‘How could you be single for so long? You are so fucking hot, first of all, and you’re talented and have interesting things to say, and…’ I tried to shut myself up.

‘And?’ he raised his eyebrows.

‘Well,’ I blushed, ‘um, well, sitting across from you, you seem like, uh, you’re a pretty sensual person, or am I wrong?’ my palms were sweating and I was getting a hard on under the table, thinking about what he’d look like naked on my bed, with me fucking the life out of him on top of him, making him moan and finally coming so hard I get a face full of his cum. Then I snapped back into reality.

‘You’re sweet, Jim. I think you’re pretty fucking hot, too, by the way,’ and he grabbed one of my hands under the table. ‘I’m also sort of a risk taker and like to go in head first, so after this dinner, I really want to kiss you and see if I can lure you back to my apartment three blocks from here,’ and he raised his eyebrows while looking over the top of his glasses at me.

I was speechless for a brief second and then gulped out a ‘yeah, I’d love that,’ and I looked down for a moment, my face so hot that I’m sure I looked completely embarrassed.

‘Good,’ and he smiled. ‘What do we have to lose? I’m sensing you’re attracted to me. Let’s get the chemistry experiment over with. Besides, I haven’t gotten laid in so long and I’m getting really uncomfortable sitting across from you, thinking about it,’ and he sort of sighed.

‘Wow! And I thought I was kind of blunt when I want something!’ and he looked red, tipping his head down a little coyly. ‘I guess I’ll admit now that I was hoping this would happen.’

He smiled at me and our food came, breaking the awkwardness and the bomb he set out right in front of me. We shared the two dishes and managed to get through the rest of the dinner talking about books, TV, movies, anything we could think of. Finally the check came and I grabbed it and said ‘Come on,’ and started walking to the front counter to pay. He got up right away and followed me.

We got outside and stood for a second. ‘Do you still want to…’ and I interrupted him, ‘Lead the way,’ and we started walking together, turning the corner and heading towards the residential area behind the block. I decided to make a first move and grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the building and roughly pulled him into me and started kissing him – he immediately put his hands on my face and kissing me back, both of us trying to get each other’s tongues. He was a really passionate kisser and was really into it, barely coming up for air. I felt his arms move down and he grabbed my ass. I had been holding one of his hands and had my other hand around his waist until he broke away to make his next move. I moaned in his mouth and he pulled back and said ‘I don’t know what you like, but would you fuck me?’ and I was startled at his methodical approach – don’t beat around the bush, establish roles early on – and I said ‘would I ever!’ and he backed up and took my hand to start walking again.

He stopped me at two corners to kiss me again and I was so hard already I almost had trouble walking. (I know, exaggerating a little, but I was almost uncomfortable.) We reached his block and turned. He led me up to an old duplex, to which he had the upstairs apartment. We headed up the stairs and as soon as he had the door open he pulled on me, kicked the door shut with his boot and reached over to lock it, all while he was giving me a tonsillectomy and trying to grab at my crotch.

He backed off and led me back to his bed, giving me no time to give the apartment a look-see (not that I cared at that moment) and we kept kissing, this time he started unbuttoning my shirt without looking and I put my hands under his t-shirt and felt his slightly furry chest, which I love in guys, and he was moaning while kissing me. As he worked on the last button he broke away from my mouth and started biting and kissing my ears and my neck and only stopped so I could take off his shirt. We were all over each other, trying to get shoes off, trying to get at each other’s nipples, trying to get hands down towards crotches, etc. We were both in furious mode, me needing to get my dick in that ass but trying desperately to slow down, him not discouraging me from trying to move him more in the center of the bed, all the while still kissing and biting and licking each other, fighting to take over.

He finally laid back and said ‘Oh my god, I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it,’ and he started taking his jeans off and I followed his lead and we were quickly down to underwear. I zeroed in on the nice bulge in his hot boxer-briefs that hugged his sexy thighs, squeezing him from the outside and he started moaning more audibly and putting his hands together above his head. I took that opportunity to dive into his right armpit. I started sucking on his hair and armpit and he was saying ‘oh, yeah, that feels good, oh yeah,’ and then I stopped and grabbed the waistband of his briefs and yanked them off, his cock bouncing right out at me. I paused to look at it and him, just for a nanosecond – cut, not huge but not small, just right for him, I thought, and I grabbed his substantial balls in my hand and squeezed them and started licking up the great stream of pre-cum dripping down on to his stomach and he was going a little mental, panting and saying ‘oh, yeah, lick that up, I want you to taste me’ and I swallowed that sweet stream and kissed him, still hanging on to his balls. Then I decided to deep-throat his cock all in one motion and I did. He gasped and his hips came up a little. I could feel his pubic hair just a little and I kept him at the back of my throat for as long as I could, still holding his balls and slightly sucking with my lips. At this point he was like ‘FUCK!’ and grabbed my hair and held me there while I did that.

He let go and I backed off and started sucking him, up and down, each time going as far in as I could. He continued to emit all kinds of swearing and sex words and panting, lifting his hips to try to fuck my mouth from his back. I pulled off and went at his balls, stroking his cock while I gave each of them special attention. He panted and moaned a bit louder and said ‘Fuck, Jim, stop, I don’t want to blow so soon,’ and I broke away and looked at him and smiled.

‘Holy shit! I can’t believe how turned on you’re making me. ‘ He sat up and pushed me from my side to my back and climbed on top of me, his head near my chest and he began biting my nipples pretty hard and pressing his cock against my leg, leaning on my engorged cock, patiently waiting in my boxers but getting a little restless. He tipped his head down to start kissing me and slithering backwards and his soft curly hair fell against my stomach and I got a chill and murmured ‘your hair is so nice,’ and he looked up and smiled and then yanked off my boxers and dove into my cock, giving me about the same treatment I gave him, taking me deep into his mouth and then licking me up and down while he squeezed the base of my cock. I was in heaven, so glad I made that first move last night and took a chance that he’d be interested, and groaned ‘Your tongue, so good, lick it more, suck me,’ and he kept going at it for a while. I began to feel like I was accelerating uphill towards that great explosion so I backed off and sat up.

‘I want to get at that ass of yours,’ I growled and he got up on his knees and I went behind him and gave him a good spank to which he was startled but said ‘yeah, hit me some more like that,’ and so I obeyed and gave him a good spanking. I would never do it so hard that I’d leave a mark but I think I did it hard enough for his liking. I stopped and grabbed his cheeks with my hands and kneaded them a bit and then parted them and dove into his ass with my tongue. That got me a really deep moan from deep inside his chest, his head tipping upwards to the ceiling. ‘Jim, oh, god, fuck me, please, fuck me’ and I kept rimming him until his voice started to get a bit higher at every beg.

He finally sat up and got off the bed and found some condoms in his dresser drawer. I had brought some but I was glad that he did that anyway – I think he need to stand for a moment. He threw one at me and smiled, this time blushing slightly.

He got back in position and I started rimming him just a little more, tongue-fucking him and then working my fingers inside him and he was ramping up again, moaning really deeply and saying ‘please, fuck me, oh god, that feels so good.’ I got the condom open, even though my hands were shaking and put it on and stroked myself with some saliva and I said ‘Want me to fuck you? I don’t think you asked me properly,’ and was pretty pleased with myself for teasing him a little. ‘Oh, please, Jim, I’m begging you now, I need your cock inside me, fuck,’ and he was stroking his cock with his eyes shut tight. I got behind him and paused with my cock at his hole and teased him some more and he was practically growling like a wild pig (do they growl?) and I inched my way in, his hole so tight and delectable I had to pause and take a deep breath. Kyle, meanwhile, was muttering stuff under his breath, still stroking his cock.

I then pushed all the way in, Kyle emitting a loud ‘God!’ and I started slowly fucking him, trying hard to concentrate so I could get him to come first. ‘More, more, fuck me harder,’ he said through clenched teeth and so I did, nervous of fucking too hard but he kept egging me on until I was pounding into his ass, feeling everything all around my cock and getting up there to the point where I would have to get out unless I wanted to come right THEN and he all of a sudden said ‘FUCK – I’m coming – keep fucking me – FUCK – SHIT’ – and I could swear that I could slightly feel him twitching as he finished ejaculating and let out a good long breath.

I pulled out for a moment so he could recover.

‘Man, Jim, that was the best fucking ever. My god, I’m still sort of out of my head,’ and he collapsed on his back, his cock still hard and slightly twitching again. I went on top of him and kissed him sweetly and he held my head for a moment and said ‘You are fucking amazing,’ and I smiled and moved back to part his legs. He grabbed his legs under his knees and I entered him again, this time staring directly into his eyes while I fucked him. I could feel that my fun had plateaued and I would soon be coming and he said ‘come on my chest,’ which made me crazy. I pulled out, whipped off that condom and stroked myself, immediately coming all over his chest, stomach, a little on his jaw and his hair and said something intelligible. When I finished I collapsed on top of him, getting my cum all over my own chest and stomach and he put his arms around me and kissed my neck and we were both silent, me still sort of panting.

A minute or so later I rolled off him and said ‘Wow. And that was a first date? Wow,’ and he blushed and laughed. We both stayed in bed, him grabbing my right hand with his left.

‘That was so fucking awesome and I think I left the planet when I came,’ he said.

‘I was definitely out there in the unknown, too. I loved looking at your gorgeous face when it happened,’ leaning over on my elbow to give him a kiss.

Thoughts came racing into my head after that while we were both quiet. Was this a one-night thing? Was I staying over? Did I get the probationary boyfriend job? He must have been thinking about similar things.

‘Can you stay over and sleep with me? And maybe even torture me with that cock another time later?’ and he rubbed my stomach.

‘I’d love to, do both, that is,’ and smiled.

‘I guess we got that out of the way pretty quickly, didn’t we?’ His eyes sparkled in the dim light.

‘Do I go home tomorrow and never hear from you?’ I figured, out with it, get it over with already.

‘I don’t know if I’ll let you go home,’ and he got up. ‘Want a drink?’ and I nodded. I watched his cute butt walk out of the bedroom and thought well, I guess that answers my question.

He came back and we both had some water and he put the blankets over us and spooned me.

‘You are really something else,’ he said. ‘Good night,’ and he kissed me one last time.

I laid there with my eyes open for a while as I felt his body growing more and more relaxed against me and I felt my eyes water up, and I was happy at that moment that I took a chance and hoped there would be some future here. I drifted off, thinking about his cock touching my back and how I couldn’t wait to do more with it.

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I was so excited that I was finally going to dance camp!.I’d heard about it when I was in the 8th grade but my parents couldn’t afford it at the time,but with my dad’s new business going good,time changed.

It was already dark,I looked at my watch to check the time,7:05.The bus jerked to a stop and for a minute all the excited chatter of the kids also stopped and then they all erupted into a loud cheer.I unloaded all my stuff from the bus and then waited for the counselor to show me to my room which was a cottage here.As we waited by the bus,a man of average height and dark hair walked to us.He was Mark Watson,the founder of camp ‘POP N LOCK’.

‘Hi,everybody’,he began,’my name is Mark Watson,but you can call me sir’,some of the kids probably ones who had been here before giggled when he said that,then he completed’nah I’m just kidding.For those of you new here,the name of the camp is POP N LOCK,but that’s just a name,you’ll be learning a lot more than just that,you’ll learn everything you need to learn to become superstar,but that’s up to you and remember everyone has got what it takes,what we’re gonna teach you here is how to use that.Alright then,that’s all for now,your first lesson will begin tomorrow at 7 A.M.Dinner will be served in another hour until then you can all go to your rooms’.He pointed toward a thick growth of trees and said,’going into the forest without counselor supervision is restricted,your here to have fun not get lost in the woods’.He added,’also there is a man-eating monster in there’,again some of the kids giggled.

I dragged my bag into the room,which was very cozy and warm opposed to the chilling wind outside.That was when I noticed the other bed in the room and remembered that everyone was going to have a roommate.I was wondering who my roommate was gonna be when the door opened and a tall boy entered with bags that made it look like he carried everything he owned.He had black hair which covered his ears.His features were somewhat boyish and rugged and he was very childish.He had the biggest smile I’d ever seen and it never left his face.

‘Hi, I’m John and I guess I’m your roommate’.’Jake,nice to meet you’,I replied.

He just stood there for a second after saying that and then swept right in and we shook hands,during which I noticed strong his hands were and he had muscles everywhere,but somehow that didn’t make him lose his boyish looks.After I helped him with his stuff we began to talk,at first we only spoke about general stuff like,where are you from etc.etc. and before we knew it,it was time for dinner so we went to the mess,he was a big eater he filled his white plate till no white could be seen and not even with junk food most of it was filled with salads and green things,I wasn’t feeling like eating so all I took was an apple,we sat at the nearest empty table and ate our dinner,the apple in my case.I tried to cop a look at his jeans,but I couldn’t,so I had to drop a spoon and ‘bend down to get it’,which I think made it obvious to him because I was eating an apple, I didn’t try again because I didn’t him to run away.

But when he got up to dump his tray what I did see was how his jeans perfectly hugged his tight butt. Damn.I wanted to grab him right there and then.

So when he got back,we went back to the room.After a few more minutes of small talk he pulled off his shirt,grabbed a towel from his bag and went to the showers,maybe he assumed that no one would see him without a shirt when he went outside at this time.

I took this,time to myself and changed into the best boxers I owned,so that I could so off my own body but so far he didn’t seem interested in me,he never spoke of any girlfriend so there was still hope.Thinking of him made me hard.

He got back,with the towel wrapped around him,but that hid nothing,he was beautiful,his chest was worthy to die for,the way it all added to make him look like he just jumped out of a superhero comic,when he took of the towel he was also in boxers,he must have seen my surprise. He rubbed the back of his head in that boyish,naive way and said,’I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable or anything’.To which I laughed and replied,’dude do you see what I’m wearing?’,he laughed and with every laugh his muscles bulged to their peak and the relaxed,he checked out my entire body then suddenly he turned away from me,maybe there was interest after all.He bent down near his bed to supposedly take out or put away something from his bag,even his back was sexy,no muscle overly bugling or gross but still very sexy,sexy and broad.I traced the lines till I reached the waistband of his boxers which he slid an inch down revealing the very top of his butt. I didn’t even know if I was still breathing steadily,the way all his muscles defined themselves when he bent down was insanity,the strain of his calf muscles made it even more difficult to breath,the way the veins flowed all over his body,it looked like a armored robot with veins to supply it with fuel.He zipped his bag and the pushed it over the other side of the bed again waving his butt in my direction,I was starting to think that this kid was a part time stripper the way he threw everything he had at me,yet not really making a move.

He got into his bed,but didn’t cover his body with anything,I asked him if I could turn off the light and then we spoke for a little while longer.

Day 1.

We woke up the next day and went for the first class,the instructor introduced himself,Jack.He may seem irrelevant now,but trust me he’s important,anyway he showed us some moves,that were pretty cool but John was having trouble in doing them,I was truly surprised that this guy couldn’t dance.But to my good luck Jack asked me if I could help him,so I did.First I showed him the moves,slowly,but he still couldn’t get one move,so I grabbed his waist,this surprised him a little but he didn’t protest and traced my hand up from his waist to his hands to put him into the right position,all the while I was feeling every detail of his body,every muscle,every sharp and smooth ridge that I was dreaming of for the past 18 hours was now in my hands and I was enjoying every inch.I got him in the right position then asked him to do the move and this time he got it right,like a pro actually and I realized that he only pretended to not know how to dance and that was when I was sure that he wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

The next activity was a singing class conducted by Mark,where we had to improvise a few lines and sing with a partner,I’d been writing songs all my life,I wasn’t sure if they were any good,it was just a hobby.We all had to pick a partner and I picked John.He wasn’t prepared with anything so before our turn,I sang the lines of my song,that I hadn’t named,when i was done,for a minute he just stared so I asked him if it was really that bad and he replied,’no,are you crazy that was amazing,Jake I had no idea that you could sing like that’.We sang the song together in front of the entire group and damn this kid could do everything he’s voice was amazing,even Mark complimented us.

Day 2.

I had a few more dance classes,they covered jive and waltz,the girl I was partnered with,Amy even gave me her number,I guess she was gonna be disappointed.I hadn’t seen John since we left the room,that morning because we had picked different activities on that day.I was roaming aimlessly when I came near the edge of the forest,all those insect sounds filled my ears,as I turned around the corner of was seemed to be a storage shed,someone grabbed me,I tried to struggle but it was no use,he was too strong and I couldn’t call for help because his other hand was on my mouth,he pulled me into him and I could feel the hard chest and abs against my back,and a hard cock against my butt.

He whispered in my ears,’don’t scream,it’s me John,I’m sorry but I couldn’t take it anymore’.I grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the tile wall, kissing him passionately,this worked exactly as I wanted it to,he loosened his hold on me and I pushed away from him and ran around the corner of the shed,I heard him call behind me,but I didn’t stop,I was gonna tease a little.

Later that night I played quick game of football with some of the other guys,to me it was just scoping out potential fucks,John wasn’t there.I hadn’t seen him since I ran away from him.Then I headed to the showers,because I was filthy after the match.I entered the showers,stripped down and stepped into the water,for a while I just let the hot water run down my body and let my muscles relax,just then I heard someone come in,it was John.He must have followed me here.He stripped down and got under the shower next to mine.He began,’Jake,I..uh..I wanted to apologize for want I did,I’m not sorry that I did it,I’m just sorry that I offended you and I like hanging out with you,so please talk to me,I promise I wont do anything like that again’.I was facing away from him,I turned to face him making my erection was obvious.It was the first time that I saw his cock, which was an inch longer than mine,nine inches.I looked at him and smiled and said,’you talk too much’,he grasped my cock in one of his sexy hands and began to stroke it gently,with his other hand he was stroking his own cock at the same pace.His hand was shaking,but he knew what he was doing.

‘This isn’t your first time with a guy is it?’,I asked,’nope’,he replied.

‘Damn,I’ve wanted you for soo long.’,I said.’Then why did you make a move’,he asked.’Well I was trying to see if I could get you to make a move,which I did by the way’,I winked at him and replied.’Hmmm’ was all he said and then he began to stroke my cock faster,I moaned and closed my eyes and let my head fall back,the water pouring down on my face,now his other hand was feeling my body,he started at my left calf,tracing all the lines and details as if he was about to paint me.He move his hand further up until he reached my butt,then suddenly he turned me around and pushed he against the tile wall and he dove into my butt,it was one of the best feeling I’d ever felt,I felt like I was going to explode.I’d cum soon if I’d let him go on,so I turned around and picked him up and kissed him with everything I’d been holding inside me since I first saw him,I pulled away from him and as he was about to come in for another kiss,I grabbed his head from behind and pulled it back,I kissed down his jaw like till I reached his neck,I nipped and chewed on his neck,all the while thinking that if someone took a picture of us right then it would look like some vampire fantasy.When he tried to pull me up,I went a little lower and reached his nipple. I swirled my tongue around it and sucked at it for a bit, teasing it. He was gasping and moaning very loud,I was afraid he was gonna wake someone up,I moved across his chest till I found his other nipple, and again repeated what I did to the first,this time I teased the other nipple with my fingers,at times just tracing around it,this was driving him crazy,his eyes were shut tight,his body was quivering.

I continued my journey down till I reached his sexy abs.I kissed and licked each one,savoring the taste mixed with water.This time I started ascending,but this time he pushed my head down,not wanting the ecstasy to ever end and I happily obeyed.I went all the way down,his hand never leaving my head,he was afraid I might come up again,I giggled.

I put my hand on his cock and I looked up at him and asked him in his own boyish naive tone,which he didn’t even know he had,’this is what you want,right?’,he moaned but firmly said,’just suck my fucking dick already!!’,again I laughed,but didn’t obey,he groaned,I went lower,to his calf,I licked it,I kissed it.I began kissing from his calf going up to his thigh,kissing every possible place,then I moved to his balls,kissing each one,the I took one into my wet mouth and sucked on it,he moaned.I applied more suction,this made him moan even louder,his hand came down to my hair and he firmly grasped my wet hair,this made me even hotter and made me suck harder,it was like a chain of events that pushed the pleasure beyond any comprehensible boundary.But then he started moaning even louder than before,I was sure he was gonna wake someone up so I finally gave in.

I licked around his cock,saliva mixing with the hot water,I traced the line all around his member.I brought my mouth to the large tip and kissed it,only the tip,I kissed it again and again,he grabbed my shoulders firmly as if he was holding on to prevent himself from falling.I licked the slit,tasting the delicious precum that was all over his cock now.’Please,I’m soo,fucking close’,he moaned,so I took his entire shaft in and he rhythmically fucked my mouth,I moved my tongue around swirling around his shaft and in a few seconds of that he was soon shooting into my hot throat.I pulled back so that I could taste his load and it was some of the tastiest load I’d ever had.

He looked down at me,he was panting like hell,dazed.He was still holding on to me,this time for support.

‘Damn, Jake,that was fucking awesome.Man, I’m still seeing stars, I think I nearly died.’

I smiled,and stood up,’I was amazing even for me,John’.

And as I started to wash myself again he grabbed onto my waist from behind and wispered,’Jake you aren’t one of the overly-noble,

people who do good things and hope for nothing in return are you?,because…I..I still want to…uh..have sex with you’.

He grabbed my shaft and began to stroke it,I stopped him and smiled.I leaned in nibbling his ear lobe and said,’not here’.

we dried off and headed back to the room,the second he closed the door,I grabbed his towel,threw it off him and pushed onto my bed,again we kissed passionately.

I crawled to his ear again and whispered,’tell me how bad you want it’.I started to stroke his already hardening cock.

Between breaths he said,’Jake…I…I want you to..to..take that dick…and…fuck..my….tight..ass.’

I licked his ear lobe and replied,’only because,your insisting,right?’.

‘NO not insisting,begging.I’m begging you to fuck me’,he said.

I turned him around, and he propped himself up on his sexy arms. I squeezed his ass firmly . I put some lube that I carried with me on my finger and traced it around his hole, which,had no sign of hair. I stroked him for awhile,then I inserted a finger into his ass.His ass tensed, but after a minute it began to relax.Then I added another two fingers and he shuddered as I slowly pushed them in and pulled them out,he looked back at me and ordered me, ‘Get your fucking dick inside and fuck me already!’

First I lubed his hole and then slowly slipped the head of my cock in. I felt him tense and his ass was so tight that it made me gasp.I almost shot my load when his ass muscle closed in around my cock,my cock was in love with his tight warm ass.Every time he relaxed I pushed my shaft a little more in. When I was fully inside him, I stopped so that he would adjust to my cock.

I pulled back and started rhythmically thrusting at moderate tempo, just so he could get used the feeling of my cock all the way in, again and again.Every time my balls slapped against his ass he moaned.All the moaning drove he wild and I began to go faster, pounding my cock into his inhumanly sexy and tight ass. With one hand I grasped a fist full of his hair. With the other I jacked his thick diamond hard cock. He began to grunt his super loud grunt again,so he grabbed the pillow to muffle his screams.I went insane as my pole pushed farther into him.My groans and his gasps filled the air.

Suddenly he threw away the pillow and was moaning, ‘Oh god, you’re dick feels soooo good up my asss..oh fuck..oh fuck..oh fuck…uh.uh..uh..fuck my ass…harder…harder…uh,,.,.OHHH!!, Jake!!Jake!!, I’m cumming!!!, I’m cumming! UH!!’

And he erupted into my hand again,more of his cream spreading onto my fingers.I licked my fingers,never slowing down and as he exploded his ass clenched to my pole,then released,then clenched,clenched,released and this pushed me over the edge,I shot the biggest load I’d ever shot into his ass,filling it with my cream,I kept shooting even after it began to overflow out of his ass.He was panting again,we were both sweating as if we hadn’t dried ourselves after the shower.

We just stayed there for a moment my deflated cock inside him, then I slipped it out.We cleaned up,John slept in my bed that night and every night after that.

But he wasn’t the only one I fucked at camp ‘POP N LOCK’.

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Lucas Gallantry was barely recognizable from his sixteen-year-old self. At twenty-one Lucas was unbelievably gorgeous. His blond hair was long, shaggy, and a little curly. He was tall, just a tad above six feet and impossibly thin. Lucas was all legs. Any other time, Lucas would have highly objected to being squashed in the middle of the backseat of a cab. But how often was he sandwiched in the backseat of a cab between two older guys, one of those guys being the subject of sixteen-year-old Lucas’ late night wet dreams.

Lucas hadn’t seen Anthony Devora, Mr. Devora, since he had filled in for the second half of Lucas’ sophomore World History class. It had been an uncomfortable experience for Lucas from the day Mr. Devora walked in until the last day of classes. At the time, being attracted to males instead of females was already something Lucas knew and accepted. It just wasn’t something he had told anyone.

Lucas couldn’t even remember how many times Mr. Devora had caused him to feel that tightening in his jeans when he pointed at the board or explained the social class structure of the middle ages or… Basically, any time Mr. Devora did anything, Lucas was harboring a secret boner that he had to wrestle under control until he could race home after class and take a long shower, visions of Mr. Devora spinning through his mind as he stroked himself slowly, making it last. Now, Lucas’ insides were churning with anticipation as the yellow cab got closer and closer to Mr. Devora’s apartment.

Anthony looked discreetly at Lucas and then at Owen on the other side of the skinny boy. Lucas’ face was flushed. His hands lay twisting and turning in his lap as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves. Owen looked at Anthony and smiled that cocky little smile that Anthony had known all too well since college.

Picking up guys at the bar wasn’t something Anthony did often–or ever. For one, Anthony rarely went out. His job at the high school made late nights on the town hard to schedule. He was always grading papers or going to bed early so that he could get to the school at seven.

Then, of course, there was the fact that he’d been in a committed relationship for the past four years. His relationship with Kyle had caused him to relocate to Maryland. Anthony didn’t think it was a problem, but it had definitely put him out of the loop. Something that Owen, one of Anthony’s oldest friends, had just successfully rectified, getting himself a treat as well in the process.

Lucas groaned silently at every stop light. Anthony couldn’t believe it. Five years ago, Lucas had been the quiet, mousy, head-in-a-book type. Never spoke out of turn, always sat still even during the most boring of lectures. Now that Anthony thought about it, the kid was probably preoccupied thinking of Mr. Devora and some of the kinkier looking torture tools of the Spanish Inquisition.

Lucas practically shoved Anthony out of the cab when it stopped in front of Anthony’s brownstone. As Anthony walked up the steps, Lucas stood by the cab door as Owen payed, waiting until the money was completely out of Owen’s hands before grabbing hold of Owen’s shirt and pulling him out of the taxi.

‘Someone is excited,’ Owen laughed.

Lucas nodded furiously as he hauled Owen up the stairs with him. ‘This is going to be so hot. You have no idea.’

‘Oh, I think we do,’ Anthony cut in as he unlocked the door. Anthony hadn’t even made it three feet before Lucas was all over him. Their lips met roughly and Lucas moaned.

‘I have wanted to do that for, like, ever!’ Lucas smiled before swooping back in for more.

‘Hold on, okay? There’s plenty of time for all that.’

Anthony led a hyper Lucas up the entry stairs up to his living room area. Owen followed getting a very nice view of Lucas’ behind, clad in a pair of too tight jeans. He liked. A lot. Anthony sat in the very middle of his sectional and Lucas wasted no time. He straddled Anthony’s lap and ground his hips down into his former teacher’s crotch. They kissed again, Anthony taking control of his former student’s mouth.

Lucas was a horny bundle of nerve endings, touching as much as he could with so much speed that for a second, Anthony thought the kid had fifty hands. He sounded amazing, moaning and whimpering like a little animal. Animal being the operative word as he sucked and nibbled Anthony’s lips and tongue.

They kissed for a few moments until Lucas pulled away. He turned his head sharply to where Owen stood at the top of the stairs.

‘What are you doing?’ Lucas asked, perplexed. ‘Come over here.’

Owen snapped out of a daze. ‘I was just…admiring. I might prefer to watch.’

Lucas half-growled. ‘Come. Over. Here.’

‘Ooo. Feisty.’ Owen laughed.

Lucas gave one more rough kiss to Anthony before climbing off his lap. ‘Don’t move.’

Anthony put his hands up defensively, fighting a smile. ‘I won’t.’

Lucas made his way over to Owen and kissed Owen harder than he’d kissed Anthony. Owen’s hands immediately went to Lucas’ ass. Lucas smiled into the kiss.

‘You’re gonna come over there and help him fuck me, yeah?’ Lucas asked sweetly.

Owen frowned. ‘Where the hell did you come from?’ He looked over at Anthony, sitting calmly on the couch watching. ‘How the fuck did you not notice him?’

Anthony shrugged.

Owen looked at Lucas again. ‘You’re not in charge anymore. Anthony, he’s not in charge anymore.’ Anthony nodded.

‘Bedroom,’ Anthony ordered Lucas.

Anthony stood and Lucas followed Anthony obediently to the bedroom throwing naughty smiles back to Owen. Owen sat against the headboard and Anthony positioned Lucas in between Owen’s thighs his back against Owen’s lightly hairy chest.

‘This is so, so, so, so, hot,’ Lucas smiled, turning his head to kiss Owen. Lucas broke the kiss with a high-pitched moan as Anthony slid a finger inside of him. ‘Fuck, Mr. Devora. That–mmmph.’ Lucas broke off, biting his lip.

‘Call me, Anthony,’ Anthony said.

‘No. Nuh-uh. No way,’ Owen objected. ‘When he was having all his naughty little wet dreams about you he wasn’t saying, ‘Oh, Anthony, that feels so good.’ He was saying,’ Owen’s voice got low as he started to whisper in Lucas’ ear, ”Oh, fuck, Mr. Devora, pound my illegal hole harder.’ Weren’t you, Lucas?’

Anthony rolled his eyes. Lucas looked up at Owen. ‘What’s your last name?’

‘James.’

‘Mr. Devora, Mr. James has it totally right. Most kids don’t even remember teachers have first names.’

Anthony smiled and inserted a second finger inside of Lucas. ‘Silly me. If you don’t call me by my last name, how else will you know who your authority figure is?’

Lucas tried to answer but only let out a string of unintelligible words. Anthony reached down and kissed him and then Owen. Lucas grabbed Anthony by the waist and pulled his crotch closer. When his hands fumbled, Owen helped him undo all the annoying buttons and zippers. Lucas lifted his head and pressed his open mouth against the fabric tenting through. Lucas pulled it down and his jaw dropped.

‘Oh. My god!’ He looked up at Owen wide eyed. ‘Are you that big, too?’

Anthony answered for Owen. ‘Bigger.’

For a brief second, Owen and Anthony feared they’d scared Lucas off. The kid looked completely shocked by the cock in front of him. Then Lucas got a gleam in his eye and licked the underside of Anthony’s cock from root to tip.

‘I am going to have so much fun!’ Lucas exclaimed. Lucas sat up so fast it knocked Anthony on his back. He wrapped his lips around Anthony and took it all.

‘Holy shit.’ Anthony groaned and grabbed hold of Lucas’ hair. Owen sat up behind Lucas and watched as the kid took Anthony’s dick like some type of cock master. Anthony was staring mesmerized. Owen put his hands on Lucas’ perfect ass, running them up and down, lightly fingering the gorgeous rosebud. Lucas pressed his hips back, taking the tip of Owen’s finger in. More unintelligible sounds.

Anthony groaned. ‘Owen. It’s like– Oh, he’s good.’

Lucas laughed around Anthony’s cock. Slowly, painfully for Anthony, Lucas released him. He turned his head and eyed Owen’s noticeable bulge. Owen came around to where Lucas’ head was, right over Anthony’s pelvis. They kissed as Anthony helped Lucas unbutton Owen’s pants. When Lucas got Owen’s cock out he wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly.

‘You two have amazing dicks,’ Lucas complimented. ‘Honest-to-god.’

Owen and Anthony guided down Lucas’ mouth to Owen. He took it all easily and hungrily. Owen let out a primitive noise and bucked. Lucas didn’t flinch. With a little maneuvering, Anthony pulled down the heavily tented briefs Lucas still wore.

‘Oh. That is–‘ Anthony broke off shaking his head at Lucas’ cock, which was as beautiful as the rest of him.

Lucas pulled off of Owen. ‘This is so hot. You guys have no idea.’

‘We know.’ Owen and Anthony said in unison as Owen pushed past Lucas’ pretty lips again. Anthony ran his hands down Lucas’ back and down between his legs, stroking Lucas’ slender seven inches.

Lucas pulled off of Owen again. ‘I need to be fucked now. Like, right now.’

Owen and Anthony looked at each other and soon had Lucas in the same position as they had started out in on the bed. The only difference was the pillow underneath Lucas’ hips. Anthony knelt between Lucas’ thighs. Lucas looked like he was about to explode. Owen put his hands under Lucas’ knees and pulled the kid’s thighs towards his chest. It made Lucas’ hole very delightfully exposed. Anthony put his cock head at the rim and started to push slowly.

Lucas looked up at Anthony with a determined look in his eyes. ‘I like it fast. And rough.’

Owen let out a deep laugh. ‘God, I fucking love this kid!’

Anthony shrugged and didn’t hold back, ramming his cock into Lucas who let out the sweetest cry that Anthony and Owen had ever heard.

‘Oh, Christ. Fuck. Oh, my god.’ Lucas twisted his hips, writhing.

Anthony groaned and gave them both a chance to adjust. After a brief moment Lucas started giggling until he was full out laughing.

‘What’s so funny?’ Anthony asked, not sure if he should be wounded or not.

Lucas put his head back to look up at Owen.

”Oh, fuck, Mr. Devora, pound my legal–‘ Emphasis on the word legal. ‘–hole harder.”

Owen laughed, too. ‘Do it.’

Anthony did, wiping the smirk off Lucas’ face. Lucas’ ass tightened around Anthony as Lucas twisted and arched his body, doing everything in his power to get Anthony as deep as he could. Owen stroked his hands over Lucas’ chest, squeezing Lucas’ still hard cock. Anthony couldn’t have held back if he tried. Lucas’ cries and moans urged him on.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,’ Lucas repeated over and over, staring down at Anthony’s cock pistoning in and out of him with wide-eyed admiration. ‘God. Just fuck.’

Lucas tightened around Anthony in that familiar ‘someone-is-about-to-come’ way and Anthony slowed his pace and leaned down to kiss Lucas and then Owen.

‘He is absolutely–‘ Anthony stopped and started over. ‘I can’t describe it. You have to see for yourself.’

Owen and Anthony worked quickly to change positions. Lucas let out a long content sigh when Anthony slid out of him. His face was completely flushed, sweat dotting his forehead, eyes closed. He stretched lazily.

‘He’s fucking adorable,’ Owen said as he rubbed his fingers over Lucas’ hole. It looked like a tight fit and according to Anthony, it really was.

Owen teased Lucas’ hole for what seemed like forever as Anthony nibbled and sucked Lucas’s neck, squeezing Lucas’ nipples. Lucas writhed and squirmed and begged. As soon as Owen had his cock head at the entrance, Lucas took the little control he had and arched his back as high as he could, lifting his hips up and then quickly down, impaling himself on Owen in one brilliant move. He looked up at Owen triumphantly.

‘Now you fuck me.’

As rough as Anthony was, Owen was rougher, more dominant. Lucas had been shocked before by the depth and the speed and the intensity. There wasn’t a word for what he was now. He was too whatever he was now to even moan. He collapsed back into Anthony with his eyes closed tightly. The bed shook with each thrust. Owen leaned back, changed his angle and fucked Lucas harder.

‘I’m–‘ Lucas didn’t make out any more words as come shot out of him in thick, frenzied bursts. He was back to making noise now, each cry growing steadily higher in pitch. Anthony turned Lucas’ head and kissed him harshly, soaking the sounds into his mouth. Lucas let out the highest pitched cry yet and his cock, which had died down, started up again. Anthony opened his eyes in the kiss to watch the come fly.

Lucas put his hands up and pushed Owen back, breaking away from Anthony. ‘Stop, stop. I, like, oh, my god. I can’t. I just–Jesus. Oh, my god.’

‘I think he needs a second,’ Anthony concluded. Lucas nodded weakly.

Owen leaned down and licked some of Lucas’ come off of Anthony’s neck. Lucas watched as they shared it with a kiss. Lucas sat up and pushed Owen onto his back, already ready for more. He swallowed Owen and buried his nose in Owen’s happy trail. His tongue slid up and down along the length as best it could.

‘frmph mmph,’ Lucas mumbled around Owen.

‘What?’ Owen asked.

‘Fuck me, Mr. Devora,’ Lucas got out before he wrapped his lips around Owen’s shaft again.

Anthony didn’t have any objections. Less than a minute passed before Anthony was sliding his cock deep inside of his former student, muttering about how tight Lucas still was. Lucas was giddy thinking about how full he felt. He arched his back and relaxed his throat allowing both men to fuck him to their heart’s content. Lucas’ cock had never gone down after his dual orgasms and Lucas felt another one building up. He felt it, but it still snuck up on him like the other two had.

Owen and Anthony groaned simultaneously as they felt Lucas tightening up around them on both ends. Lucas’ hands gripped the sheet as his cock spewed out load after load of come, this time into the bedsheets. A familiar warmth filled him as he felt Anthony and Owen come as well. Owen into his mouth, holding his head completely still, Anthony into his ass, cock as deep as possible. Lucas hoped they weren’t as loud as they sounded or that Anthony’s brownstone had thick walls.

As he finished his orgasm, Anthony leaned down and kissed Lucas’ back. Owen released him and they rolled Lucas onto his back. He smiled at them and displayed the come on his tongue before he swallowed it. The three of them took a moment to rest. Lucas stared up at the ceiling.

The three of them layed, resting for a few moments. Lucas lay in between them in Anthony’s big bed. His eyes were closed and for a while, Anthony thought Lucas was sleeping. Owen got up to get some water and as soon as he stepped back into the room, Lucas spoke.

‘Let’s do it again.’

They did.

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The next week at school was really akaward. I swear everywhere I went Anthony was there also. I was changing for track practice and when i walked out of the bathroom stall he was standing there looking in the mirror.

‘Oh…Hey…’ he said. looking down

‘Hey….’ I replied

‘Kaylee and I broke up after I told her that I couldn’t date her anymore. I’m sorry I don’t know how I could’ve done that to you’ he said

My heart warmed up, my mouth turned dry. What happened next in chapter 3 of our relationship, Anthony and Joey wasn’t logic…It was love.

I walked to him grabbing him into a warm embrace. I pulled him as close as I possibly could to me. I broke and kissed him with more passion then I ever had before. It felt as if we were floating and I didn’t want to ever let him go.

‘So I propose a idea’ I said breaking our embrace.

‘whats that my love?’ he replied

‘I think we can skip track practice today and maybe go driving and we can finish talking’ I said

We walked to the car out the main hallway. He looked at me and just said ‘Fuck it I’m tired of pretending’

He reached down and grabbed my hand.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked

‘I figured since I’m already in hell I’ll just make it better by having a hand to hold’

We walked hand in hand down the hallway and out to my car. We got in the car and when I turned to start the car my lips met his. I grabbed his toned chest and worked my way down his body. I felt his shorts and I could feel his big cock already hard.

‘Someone has missed you’ he said with a smile flashing those pearly white teeth at me.

My heart began to melt when he flashed that gorgeous smile at me. I was so happy that this man was back in my life.

‘I see someone needs some attention’

I bent down and grabbed his hard on with my hand. I pulled down his gym shorts and his Under Armor Jockstrap was bulging out completely away from his body. I grabbed it and started jerking it back in forth.

‘ahhhhh. I’ve missed your touch.’

I leaned in to kiss him again. This wasn’t just sex it was love…..with Anthony.

We drove home to my house. My parents were still at work and wouldn’t be back till 8.

We walked into the house. I set my keys down and turned around and my lips met his. I grabbed him and picked him up and carried him into my room. We stopped in the kitchen and he looked at me

‘What do your parents do for a living. This place is amazing. Dude you have a pool outside and everything’ he said

‘Wait till you see my bedroom’

We walked into the first room of my bedroom. It had 2 small couches with a full wall of windows. It looked towards the back of our house overlooking the pool. It was complete glass with a door that lead to a spiral staircase that goes down to the pool.

He sat down on the couch. It was white leather and was very soft. In fact everything in the room was white, White rugs, white couch white tvs and a white yacbook sitting on the white coffee table.

I opened the double doors into my room where my huge black canopy bed was centered. His jaw dropped a bit and I went to the nightstand to grab my custom black yacbook pro and a few other items :). He walked into my room and just as soon as I set my laptop down on the dressing bench beside me he pushed me into the bed where we shared another long and passionate kiss. I could feel his giant dick pressing into my stomach.

I pulled him even closer into me. I pulled his shirt off. I touched his toned stomach and I looked into his dark eyes and I knew this boy I was in love with. He pulled off my t shirt and I quickly pulled down my jeans. He grabbed my dick still contained within my tight briefs and he leaned back down for a kiss. I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down with a tug. I pulled off his jockstrap expected to feel his giant dick again but there was another piece of fabric stopping me. I felt around and felt the string go through his tight toned ass cheeks and I quickly gave a tug and let it snap back. He moaned in pleasure

‘Well actually there is something else in there for you. But I’ll show it to you later.’ he said with a big grin.

He pulled off my briefs. My 7 inch dick standing at attention. He began to lick the head of my cock while his hands explored my chest and rubbed everywhere. He licked his way down until he reached my slightly hair hole. He pulled up and pushed my legs back against my chest and began to eat out my hole.

He through me into a mental high. I couldn’t even control my sphincter muscles as they squeezed his tongue. Once he had me nice and wet he began by slidding one finger in, then two, then three, each time more blood rushing to my dick that seemed to be bigger then ever before.

I missed his touch, I missed his smile, I missed his love.

‘get ready. I’m going in’ he said with a smile

I felt his giant dick touch my hole. He pushed its way in and I felt like I was being split in half. I felt his hair begin to brush against me and I was in heaven. He began to pull out then back in again. He started picking up his pace and I felt him hitting deeper in deeper. Deeper then any other guy before. I put my hands around his tight ass and slammed him deeper in me.

‘I’m gonna cum’ he said in his sexy voice smiling his gleeming white teeth at me.

‘Wait I’m going to cum with you’ I said.

He pushed in one last time. My dick couldn’t take it anymore. My ass muscles tightened sending him into overload. I felt his dick explode inside of me. His warmth, his heart, he was in me.

‘I have your gift’ he said while he was still inside me.

I saw him reach around to his ass and with a poping noise I saw him pull something out of his ass. It was a medium sized black butt plug. He put it in my still bent in half body and he locked his cum inside of me.

‘There now I’m inside of you.’ He said again smiling

I sat up and he looked at me. We layed in bed where I held him on top of me in my arms.

‘Lets get a shower. My parents are going to be back in a hour or two.’ I suggested

‘Okay Lemme know when your done’ he said

‘You don’t know me do you?’ I said

I pulled him into another set of double doors that opened into a room about as big as the first room. There was a giant shower inclosed with glass with another wall completely glass. It over looked the wooded area to the side of our house.

Since we were naked I turned all of the 28 shower heads that were plummed in. I turned on the music and shut the automatic blinds built into the windows. We got into the shower and we began washing each others bodies. I turned him around and began to wash his ass.

I slide a soaped up finger deep in his ass and he moaned. I then slid in another. I was finger fucking him then without any warning I shoved my cock right into him.

‘Oh fuck yeah’ he screamed.

I began fucking him harder and harder. My dick couldn’t take my more. The butt plug was pressing against my g spot everytime I pushed in and it was driving me nuts. I screamed

‘I’m cumming!!!’

With a massive explosion I exploded deep inside of his ass. He I put my hand around his cock and I felt it explode into my hand and all over the shower.

I layed on the shower floor when he joined me and a few minutes later pushed my legs back up and pulled out the buttplug.

I felt his warm cum stream out of my ass and down my crack. It felt so nice. It was finally drained out and I layed there and let the water wash the rest of it out. We got out and dried each other out. We walked back into my main bedroom.

‘Where is your closet?’ he asked.

I led him to a set of double doors.

‘Would you like to see Bottoms, Underwear or Shirts?’ I asked

‘You have a whole drawer just for underwear?’ he asked

‘I never said a drawer.’ I opened the doors and we began to walk through the bottoms section, I had a full hallway like system filled with jeans, shorts, and the bottoms of the floors were lined by cubby holes that housed shoes,and a few toys that I’ll be showing to Anthony later. We continued through until we reached the end where there was a single door

We were both still naked and it felt nice to have the air between my ass so I decided a Jockstrap would be best until my parents got home.

I opened the doors and I heard Anthony gasp. A room about 9 by 12 with 3 rows of shelves on each wall hanged underwear, Jockey, Calvins, Joe Snyder, Jockstraps, thongs, briefs, erotice, leather, and novelty were all catagorized.

‘You’ve gotta be kidding me’ he said ‘Can we please just try all of these on?’

‘Well I have worn most but what do you feel like wearing today?’

‘Whatever you would like me to wear’

I selected a tight thong from a hanger and handed it to him

‘I’m not sure this string looks thick wouldn’t it hurt’

‘nope you’ll like it, trick is to get it set right. Put it on then bend over’

He did as I said and I could see his hole still stretched barely covered by the material. I moved it around a bit and then he stood up after I told him it was good.

I got a nice 3 way jock down. It had a center strap like a thong but the two side straps.I put it on and I began to walk back into the first room.

Out of a cubby I pulled a box by some designer and took it back into the room. I found Anthony jerking his cock when I sneaked back put a large butt plug in and crept back in.

To be continued….

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