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So it would seem like Billy and I were set for life and all would be simple from then on. Well for one thing despite Billy being five years younger than me and having such a sexy youthful body, I was not in full control of things. In crude terms you couldn’t have said I was Top and Billy was Bottom!

Apart from that Billy still had to get back to his home area and college which were several hundred miles away. So this arrangement with his uncle and aunt was really just for a few days, or I should say nights because we did a minimum of farm work and spent a lot of time in bed together. We didn’t really get too much sleep at nights either and much of the time we were not even in bed but chasing each other around in the nude.

My room was quite spacious with two single beds. The first night we were together like this we had gone up and stripped off before even making food.

‘You have to get your physiotherapy before a meal you know!’ I said wagging a finger at him. ‘And there is lots of unfinished work to be done isn’t there Billy?’ He had that impish challenging look on his face. ‘Come on get you pants off cos I’m getting straight to work on you where you really need it!’ I said as I dropped my pants.

‘Hey Carl! What’s up with your equipment? Do you call that a hard on?!’ Billy said pointing derisively at my cock. ‘What about this then!!’ he said tossing his pants away and pulling up his T shirt in case I couldn’t see all of his almost vertical dick..

I calmly took off his shirt but there was something about Billy’s body, he was really smooth but at the same time he had this youthful manliness. I wanted to live out my fantasies with him and fuck his beautiful young bottom but in reality I was somehow overwhelmed by his presence.

‘A seconds hesitation is a year lost’ they say. Well Billy wasted no time wrestling me to my bed. He had grabbed my arms and pulled me across his outstretched naked thigh so I lost my balance. The feeling of contact with his smooth tight muscles had made me forget everything else.

We were soon in 69s licking and kissing each others genitals but Billy was already investigating my bum slit. While he started fingering my ass, I was fondling Billy’s smooth strong thighs and I couldn’t resist kissing them all over everywhere. The insides of his thighs were really smooth and tender so I licked and kissed him right up where his testicles hung from his tight scrotum.

We had started on our sides facing each other but Billy had pulled me on my back so he could get my legs up more. He was engrossed in my bottom, licking my ass cunt and working his tongue in side me. So being on top of me with his knees beside my head, his thighs and genitals were nicely accessible.

But I was having to raise my head awkwardly to get at his dick. I was desperate to suck him. It looked so purposeful but sensitive so we rolled on our sides again. I started sucking him while clasping my thighs about his head. He was continuing his explorations of my bum hole and I was getting so excited by his cock that I was pulled him towards me by grabbing his fulsome buttocks.

Billy’s nude body was all over me and it was the only thing I could see or think of. I loved him so much I just sucked him as much as I could. I didn’t notice what else I was doing in fact it was Billy who told me afterwards. It was this untanned part of him, it was like it was so private and intimate; I was feeling his balls and groping his bum, then I must have been quite intrusive with his cherry, anyway something happened and Billy just lost control. He lovely long dick starting jerking suddenly as he pumped what seemed like gallons of his delicious boy cum into my mouth. He just seemed to go on spurting his luscious liquid till I could hardly take any more without swallowing.

I knew what I had to do and wasted no time. ‘Hey! What are you..’ Billy started, then he giggled as I got him on his back. I was afraid he would get the better of me again but I had a good mouthful of his slimy cum now and I was going to put it to good purpose! ‘You won’t make it you know! You haven’t got what it takes!’ Billy giggled but he let me push his legs back.

I was so excited I tried to penetrate him at once but then when I saw how he winced at my first attempt I went down to give his ass cunt a good licking and lubing. Oh how I loved that boy! His tight cherry was the most inviting and sexiest thing I have ever touched. Those tight pink folds were so hot and smooth and the way they came together at his tight hole made me go wild. As I licked him he began to open just a tiny bit at first but then the more I licked his boy cherry the more seemed to open up for me. I was blowing his cum from my mouth into his bum and working it into his sphincter with my tongue. Billy’s cunt was getting really sticky now and starting to dilate so much I knew I was going to be able to get up him. This was it!

I pinned his arms down by holding his biceps but Billy wasn’t trying too hard to resist. ‘You’re taking your time aren’t you! How much longer do I have to wait?’ This was another of Billy’s ways of trying to get the upper hand. But my cock was raging now and Billy’s boy cunt was gaping all slimy and ready.

I never thought it would be that thrilling!! Billy was clasping his sphincter as I thrust my tip of my hard penis into him. I can’t say I was careful, I was on fire! I was fucking mad to do him! Then his ass yielded to me and Oh shit! The feeling as I went into him!!! Oh Fuck I wanted to stuff him!!! He was so tight, his asshole was squeezing me. I felt near to exploding as I thrust In deeper. I was in a fever of excitement on realising I was now right up inside this beautiful boy, I was deep inside his bottom. Billy’s chest was heaving as he threw his head from side to side. I had only just started working my dick so he was getting regular thrusts. The trouble was I couldn’t keep my cool. As I kissed him around his neck and under the curls of his hair by his ears I felt myself tightening in my groin. I just had to fertilise this beautiful boy’s bum, his whole naked body needed my nourishment! I was frantically kissing his chest and his pectorals that I had seen swelling as he lifted the hay bales. Then my own sex organs took over.

‘Oh Billy I’m gonna fuck you!! Billy!! Billy!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahh!!!!!.’ Sperm was spurting through my cock. I felt my spunk shooting though my knob. I thrust as far as I could inside him. I wanted to fertilise him deep inside his rectum. I felt like I wanted to gush gallons and fill up his bottom!!

I just lay on top of him looking down on his freshly fucked body. I got such a sense of satisfaction and achievement. ‘You’d better charge that to the Health Service!’ Billy giggled then. ‘Right what about some food!’ As we both had a shower together I noticed Billy’s cock starting to swell again. ‘Anyway’ he said ‘let’s grab some food I’m hungry’

We hardly put on any clothes when we did have food at last and later that evening Billy got the better of me back in the bedroom. I mean he fucked my up my ass and gave my such a hell of an orgasm while he was doing me that I began to wonder about his innocence. That night we must have fucked each other’s bums about four times but I really lost count. I remember we had to wash my bed sheets the next day as so much cum had split on them. We had each spurted all over each others nude bodies and sperm was oozing between our buttocks. There was little relief from this intensity over those next few days but there were still some practical matters to deal with.

‘I’m not going back to that fucking college, I don’t care I just want to be here!’ Billy had declared with typical teenager impetuousness.

In fact the problem was solved more easily than I expected when I found that a local college was running the very same course and had a spare place for him. I was quite severe with Billy when I spoke to him about keeping going with it but he didn’t try to argue. I think he was quite relieved and I felt responsible for this young lad.

So off he would go five days a week to the college, so at least I got some work done during the days and Billy would bring back the shopping. He kept saying how much better this college was than the one he was at previously. What really impressed him were the sports facilities.

I guessed something was fishy when Billy started explaining in a hesitant way about the swimming classes you could take. I knew Billy was keen on swimming and his smooth strong body was ideal. ‘We ….er.. well you see I’m with a whole lot of other guys and ..um… well anyway we’ve got like this .. um… coach you see’ Billy paused a bit and flushed. ‘I mean he’s really good at it you know, he’s got huge like experience and all that, I mean he’s been to America and all sorts of places’ I could see there was more to this and I was starting to get very jealous of this guy especially when Billy started going on about his fabulous physique.

But it didn’t seem to be having the slightest effect on our sex life together which was nearly as intense as it was the first night. I was learning to fuck Billy more successfully; what I mean is when I was up him I learned how to probe his gland and give him really hard orgasms. If I got exactly in the right place I could even prevent him from ejaculating. That meant I could give him repeated orgasms like a woman but then he was still able to penetrate me straight after and give me a good fucking, even though I was spent! Billy’s ass cunt was easier now to penetrate but he was still nice and tight and very good at squeezing me both with his buttocks and his anus.

We had this sheep drenching gun we used to give each other enemas. It was good hygienically and safe as it had a stainless steel curved delivery pipe with a nice smooth rounded nozzle. It was easy to push it up your bum and by working it around you get really flush the other guys rectum. We both had this fetish about looking right inside each others bums too. Billy had got hold of a speculum so we would take it in turns to give each other rectal examinations especially just after we had just fucked each other. Billy liked to boast about how much cum he could see inside my bottom!

Even after all this you still couldn’t have said which of us was on top. But then things changed quite suddenly as they often do.

‘Um!’ Billy began pensively. ‘I mean I was just wondering if I might ask Bruno over, I mean if it would be OK with you, of course, I mean….’

‘Yes Billy of course’ I interrupted him but couldn’t suppress a renewed feeling of anxiety. He hadn’t mentioned this Bruno, his swimming coach, for some time.

‘I mean we..I mean I just thought it would be good for you to meet up you know he’s a really nice guy actually and well er….’ I was beginning to find this intriguing.

So came that fateful day! Bruno had driven Billy back in his sports car and when I went out to greet them I knew immediately nothing would be the same again. I mean Bruno was dark, immensely fit, big and handsome. In his presence any thought I had of rivalry got totally eclipsed.

‘Shall we go straight up to our room?’ Billy asked glancing not at me but at Bruno.

‘Yes I think we had better!’ he replied looking me up and down in an admiring way.

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The pool had seemed colder than usual. But I was invigorated. I had done my laps and then some. Over an hour in the water. Everyone else had left a while ago. Or, so I thought. I was hot from exertion yet still experienced a chill. The smell of chlorine in my nostrils. A slight burning in the eyes. My skin was taught and sensitive to the air. My laps had reddened my chest, I could feel the heat of the exercise. My thighs pulsed from the workout. My shriveled dick and balls sensed the nylon of my speedo. I walked through the door from the pool to the men’s changing room, turned and headed for my locker. I stopped numb. My heart raced – not from my exercise but from what they now beheld.

His back was toward me. He was naked to his feet. Shoulders, broad and white, sculpted flesh spread beneath thick dark locks and wide neck. From the shoulders, the line to the waist, an ever so slender waist, cut sharply inward, a perfect ‘v’. From that waist, that delicate waist, slowly turned the finest and purest white spheres of a so virile ass. The density of their musculature seized my gaze and transfixed my attention. Yet, slowly my eyes were drawn to the broad thighs that held that ass so firmly high. And from there I saw the back of his tapered kneed and the swell of his elegant calves rising like towers from the most delicate heels and toes. Have you ever seen a the work of the ancient Greeks? It was as though Praxiteles had created a living god before me.

He reached forward into his locker. The shoulder of his right arm rounded in a graceful arc. Like the rising sun, his bicep rested above the crest of his shoulder. Like marble, the surface of his skin shimmered in shades of bluish white. From the locker he withdrew his boxers, a dark blue plaid.

He must have heard me, or perhaps sensed me. He turned his head only slightly. The profile of a god: nose straight and pink at the nostrils; lips full yet delicate; eyebrows soft and full and dark highlighting the brilliant blue of his eye. He paused a moment. Why?

With his boxers in his two hands he bent forward. Forward beyond what was necessary to raise his leg at the knee as one would when dressing. But then, he didn’t raise his leg. He only bent forward with the boxers in both hands. He bent forward and slightly moved his legs apart. Between the mounds of that richly shaped ass he revealed the pink entry to his hole: a pink entry ringed by a single circle of dark hair as rich as the locks on his head. The muscles of his ass seemed to clench. For a moment he turned his head back again toward me. Was this a signal?

Straightening up he now raised his right leg from below the knee and slipped it into his blue plaid boxers. Then, he raised the left and did the same. As each leg raised, he tilted slightly sideways and between their curves I distinguished the flutter of his balls. Recovering from the shock of this vision I moved to my locker opposite his. My dick was rapidly rising. I sat on the bench and pretended to dry my feet. My dick was pressing against my stomach and I dared not straighten myself. After all, a speedo tells all. But I couldn’t keep from watching.

His boxers were just at his thighs. As he pulled them up he suddenly turned. Ever so slowly he continued to draw them up, up to just below his cock. He seemed to pause at that point. His cock was small, tight, its skin gathered together. He too seemed to have been in the water, although I had not noticed him in the pool. He pulled again. He let the elastic waist band push up first against his balls then against his flaccid cock. Again a pause. The rim of his blue plaid boxers were just below his manhood. He let them sit on the waist band like an offering, an offering to me. Then he turned. Now he again displayed the tensed muscles of that perfectly rounded butt, the boxers just below the rise of his ass. Slowly he moved them to cover those two white globes of manly perfection. With his drawers in place he again made a turn. The sight of his chest, the strength of his pectorals, the delicacy of two tight and small nipples, the carved outline of the stomach caused my heart and guts to heave. But now for the first time addressed me.

‘Water was cold tonight.’

‘Yes,’ I muttered. The words caught in my throat.

‘Makes you shiver all over doesn’t it?’ He quipped. ‘Shrivels ’em all up’. His hands rubbed at his crotch. ‘Gotta warm ’em up.’

‘Yeh, guess so.’ I stammered. My eyes fixed on the fly of his shorts. The fly was semi-open.

‘Gotta get some heat goin’. His dick popped from the opening. It was clearly fuller now than before.

‘There we go’ he said. ‘Now, it getting somewhere.’ Without a word further he moved toward me. His half hard dick, emerging from his boxers, was directly before my face.

‘Go on,’ his voice became a whisper. ‘Go on’.

Silently, I opened my mouth. He approached. Never had I tasted such sweetness. His cock was not yet fully hard. I felt the soft warmth move and turn above my tongue. I felt its thickness, still pliable, work its way about my mouth.

My hands rose up and seized his ass. The softness of the cotton boxers made the muscled flesh beneath all the more desirable. My fingers probed for his hole but the fabric held them from penetrating. He thrust and turned his hips then suddenly withdrew. His cock, wet and quickly hardening rose before my eyes.

He fell to his knees.

‘Stand,’ he said. In dizziness I stood and as I stood his hands pulled down my speedo. My dick, hard and throbbing caught momentarily then freeing itself, flung upward and smacked against the wall of my stomach. With a great sigh, he pulled it downward and the pull caused some distress. In rapid greed his lips encircled me. The heat of his tongue and the depth of his throat engulfed me. I gazed downward to see his eyes half shut, the beautiful lashes fluttering in their gluttony, his delicate lips working their way against the blond of my pubic hair. I seized the thick curls of his head and jostled his head back and forth back and forth between my legs. My fingers lost themselves in their silky thickness. My balls flung themselves against his elegant chin. His nose buried itself in the luxury of my golden crotch. Deeper and deeper into his throat, he buried his face in my middle.

He pulled away. ‘Stop’ he cried and he laid himself flat on the floor.

‘Pull them off’ he begged.

I wrenched off the boxers. A beautiful rod, with a slight curve towards his stomach sprung upward as the shorts came down.

‘I want you on me.’ he said.

‘And I want you in me’ I answered.

I sat myself on the curve of his cock and he leaned his head forward to suck my manhood.

Slowly I ground the crack of my ass down and around his throbbing dick. I could feel the thickness of its head pressing against my hole.

The moment was coming. He pulled his head away and extended his arms as though upon a cross. The curves of his arms the fullness of his forearms and biceps spread out before me.

In his arm pits, soft patches of dark hair glistened with sweat. My mouth arched forward to taste first one, then the other. My lips continued their way across his pecs and my teeth encircled the hard tips of his rising nipples. Now his hips raised and his cock ground against me ass seeking entrance.

‘Now, now,’ he cried, his head writing from side to side.

I raised my hips. His hands moved into place beneath me and raised his pole. It was aiming straight upward.

‘Now’ he cried again.

In a single push I let his pulsing rod impale my throbbing ass.

I felt the cap of his dick head break its way between my gates. I felt my tightness give way to the heat of his cock. I felt the curve of his spear as it bent inward within me.

I raised up and then plunged down again. Over and over. He was in me. He reached me to the core. I felt him deep inside to the inner walls of my stomach.

Then suddenly he screamed.

‘Take me’ he cried. ‘Hold me, hold me. Hold me tight inside you.’

My ass seized up against him. I clutched him. I held him tight. I pressed harder that can be imagined with all my weight. The velvet of his pubes rushes against my ass. He screamed in collapsing ecstasy. I felt the heat of his cum within me.

In a fury he pulled me forward and pressed his mouth against mine. His arms gripped me around chest and back, his legs heaved upward around my sides. His tongue devoured the moisture of my mouth.

‘Fuck , fuck ‘, he cried again and again. ‘You’re mine, you’re mine’ his voiced began to soften.

Then, we lay still. But only for a moment.

‘Now,’ he whispered. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me hard like you’ve never fucked anything before.

He kissed me gently then pushed me away. Still on his back and with his arms again distended, he spread his legs. The muscles of his thighs, thick and full, led to the gateway of that solid ass. He lifted his hips. His eyes beckoned with longing. ‘Look’ he whispered. And there in its middle of his magnificent ass, that pink hole surrounded by the fine dark fur.

‘Take me’ he whispered again.

I raised up his legs in my arms. His ass was open before me. The pink hole throbbed, opening and closing ever so slightly as though calling for me to enter. His legs straddled my shoulders and my hands cupped the globes of his ass. I moved in. Quickly he met me and pushed against my cock. There was a slight moment of tightness. Had he ever done this before?

‘Push’ he called. ‘Push’

‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ I answered.

‘Push, push. I want you to.’

I made a slight thrust. But he pushed back even harder. The gates of his ass parted. Suddenly, the lips of his hole clasped themselves around the head of my cock. The heat was intense. I could come in a moment.

‘Push again’ he cried. ‘Deeper, deeper. I want to feel you.’

But his ass was too tight. I could go no further.

‘Try again,’ he called out.

I wrenched out my cock. The edges of his ass seemed to try to hold it in. The rim of my dick head burned red with heat.

Carefully I positioned my spear directly before his pulsing hole. Its contractions begging me onward. My cock was poised before him. The heat of his ass inflamed my rod.

‘Fuck me’ he cried.

I thrust. The head was in. I thrust again. My cock rushed forward. In one massive siege it was in to the hilt. He screamed in pain> He screamed in desire.

Now it was he who aggressed. Raising his hips even higher he shoved and shoved again. I was still. He was thrusting. Thrusting with his ass.

‘Yes, yes,’ he cried. ‘Fuck me, fuck me.’ ‘Deeper , deeper’

His ass pushed its way to the fullest length of my nine inches. His ass cheeks were pressed tight against my balls and pubic hair.

He pulled back and then thrust again with the violence of one possessed.

In a great gush I spilled myself within him.. I fell forward. My arms clutched his chest and back, my mouth fell against his and opened to his tongue. His tongue entered my lips as my dick entered his ass. His arms gripped tight around me. We were locked as one.

As my cock began to fade, it lost its place within him. In desperation he raised himself up and pushed me backward to the floor and leaned above me.

His hands brushed at the blond of my hair.

‘You are the most exquisite man I have ever seen.’ he said.

‘I saw you in the pool. The softness of your blond curls as they flowed around you in the water. The rise of you ass above the surface as you did your laps. I waited here a long time for you.

I waited and now I know why. I want to love you completely. I want you to love me in return.’

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Tyler and I were in a hotel room. We were naked making out. It was the night before our wedding. Anne had a lavish ceremony set up at a nice club in Boston. Then she had us going to Venice for our honeymoon. Ben was my best man, and to my surprise Trevor was Tyler’s best man.

I was in position on my back and Tyler on top of me. I felt him push himself inside me. I fucked me real hardcore driving me wild like he always does. We were making out while we were fucking. Before I knew it I was blowing cum all over Tyler and me. He kept fucking me. Then he exploded inside me. We laid and cuddled and made out for a while when the door to the room opened and Ben came in.

‘Alright it’s a quarter till midnight.’ said Ben. ‘Tyler go to your room. You are no to see Nick until the ceremony!’

‘Do I have time to fuck him one last time?’ Tyler asked.

‘After the ceremony tomorrow you can fuck him all you want.’ said Ben. ‘Now he’s off limits.’

‘Alright’ said Tyler getting out of the bed. ‘Just wait until your wedding.’

Tyler got dressed, and looked as he was about to get back into bed with me. Ben gave him a stern look. ‘Can I at least kiss him goodnight?’ Tyler asked.

‘Alright.’ said Ben.

Tyler and I shared one last kiss and he went out the door. ‘I left a wake up call tomorow morning.’ said Ben. ‘I got to make sure you are there on time. So I suggest you get some sleep.’

I just nodded. I fell asleep and before I knew it Ben was shaking me awake. ‘Time to get up and start to get going. I just ordered breakfast. Go take a shower and get dressed and it should be here when you are done.’

I just did as Ben asked. It seemd that Ben wasn’t about to argue the point. I took a hot shower wishing that Tyler was there with me. I changed into the clothes that Ben had laid out. Ben was sitting at a little table eating and reading a newspaper. I sat down and started eating breakfast. ‘I have to have you at the club by eleven. The ceremony is at noon so you need to be there early. I am not letting you out of my sight. You are not to see Tyler until the ceremony. I coordinated with Trevor so I know what time they will be heading to the club, so no sneaking off.’

‘Yes sir.’ I said giving Ben a millitary salute.

The morning went by pretty quick. Before I knew it Ben and I were leaving to go to the club. We got there and were sent to a room on one side of the club. I heard that Tyler and Trevor were in another room on the other side. They said that the guests were being seated. Anne had flown my family in. It was the longest hour of my life. I so wanted to see Tyler, but Ben wouldn’t even allow me a phone call. So I sat and waited and waited.

At a few minutes to twelve someone came in the door and said. ‘It’s time.’ I got up and followed Ben out the door. We got to a big hall. I saw the guests seated. I saw Anne chatting with my mother. I saw Trevor and Tyler walking towards us from a door oppiste the one Ben and I came out of.

The minister began the ceremony as Tyler and I joined hands. We said our vows and exchanged rings. The minister prounounced us married and we kissed. The reception went alright. Tyler and I sat and heard the well wishers. We had our first dance as a married couple. Then it was time for us to go on our honeymoon. We endured having rice thrown on us as we got into the limo. We cuddled up against each other as we headed to the airport. Once at the airport we got on board a private jet. The pilot introduced himself and said if we needed anything to hit the call button. We buckled ourselves in as the jet took off. Once it was alright to unbuckle our seat belts, we started making out. ‘Alone at last.’ I said.

‘Yeah.’ said Tyler. ‘Trevor was being a little Nazi, not letting me see you.’

‘Ben was the same way.’ I said.

‘Want to join the mile high club?’ Tyler asked.

‘WIth you of course.’ I said.

Tyler and I fucked each other on the jet. We had a nice honeymoon. We came back home to the farm for a couple of weeks, then it was time to move to our apartment in New York as it was nearing time for us to go back to school. Anne revealed that she had been secretly dating a stock broker from New York. Trevor was given the choice of either staying in millitary school, or to go back to public school, he choose the military school. When we asked him about it he said it’s because he didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his boyfriend Barry by being around him too much. Ben was getting serious with his new boyfriend Rob and said that Rob was going to move to town soon. Brad had found a new boyfriend at Ithica, and we found out through Ben that Chip was HIV negative, and his recovery was going at a steady pace.

Tyler and I moved into our apartment in New York. We made new friends in New York, and we stayed true to ourselves. Not having sex with other guys, not for even a threesome. Once Tyler finished medical school we decided to move back to the farm. We have stayed there ever since. It’s our home and we are happy there and with each other.

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We turned and looked into eachothers eyes. We held out gaze, as if frozed in time.

As we lookend into each others eyes I saw something. I wasn’t sure if he was wanting me to kiss him or daring me to. I decided to take the gamble.

I leaned forward slowly, as did he, and our lips met softly. I pulled back slightly and again looked into his face. He smiled slightly and I went in for another kiss.

This time, however, when our lips met, I parted mine and offered my tongue. He immediately responded and parted his lips, offering his tongue. Our kiss turned passionate as our free hands began to explore each others bodies, soon finding each others hard cock.

The kiss lasted longer than I expected but when it did, without saying a word, Luke quickly flipped around and we were instantly in a hot sixty-nine. As if starving, we hungrily sucked each others cocks working for our reward.

We both climaxed only seconds apart and after we both swallowed, Luke returned to laying beside me and we kissed again.

When we seperated, he looked at me and said, ‘I’ve wanted to do this ever since I picked you up, but I wasn’t quite sure if you’d be into it, but I thought you might be since you had no problem with sharing a bed nude.’

‘Luke, I felt the same way when I climbed up and found you nude. I felt you might play.’

‘Well, in a way I’m glad the AC went out and we had a chance to be nude and discuss the situation.’

‘Luke, I have a confession.’

‘Oh?’

‘When I got in the back to take a nap, I felt the truck swerve. I peeked out and watched you roll on a rubber and jerk off.’

‘I didn’t want you to see dried cum on the floor or on my legs,’ he replied. ‘Now, can I asked you a question?’

He sat up and looked at me and asked, ‘Did your dad find out about you and kick you out?’

‘Yea.’

‘What happened?’

‘Dad had called me saying he wouldn’t be home until about nine. I decided to call one of my buds from the school football team to come over. We were in a sixty-nine hen dad came in. His meeting had been cancelled. He started screaming, calling me all kind of names. While he sarted hitting me, my bud slipped on his shorts and beat it out the back door.’

‘The bastard! Did you hit back?’

‘No, but I should have.’

‘Well, why California?’

I told him what I’d been told about being in porn and what I’d planned to do to get revenge.

‘Brad, I hae to see a damn nice young man like you get into porn. We can think of some other way, I’m sure.’

We kissed some more and later as we lay cuddled, Luke said, ‘Brad, I want you deep in me. Fuck me, please.’

I smiled as he pulled his legs up. I soon entered him and began fucking him as he moaned and said how great it felt. After climaxing, I slowly pulled out and said, ‘Now, you have to fuck me.’

He did and he was fantastic. Somehow, he knew just how I liked it.

After a shower together and a second sixy-nine later, we went to sleep cuddled in each others arms. We slept late the next morning and after giving each other a blow job, first me sucking him then him sucking me we went to breakfast.

Shortly after we returned to the room the dealer called saying the truck was ready and the van was on the way to pick us up.

Luke settled up with the dealer and we returned to the road.

‘Luke, what made you stop and pick me up?’

‘I have no idea. Usually the only time I pick up a guy is if they are in the military. There was just something about you that I liked and trusted.’

‘Well, I’m glad you did. You’re awesome.’

‘Me or the sex?’

‘You. The sex is just an added benefit.’

He looked at me and smiled. Once we were on the open road, I slipped into the space between our seats and got on my knees.

‘You’re not,’ he said.

‘Oh yes I am,’ I replied as I reached over and opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I began sucking it slowly and lovingly. After about fifteen minutes he said he was close. I finished him off and after swallowing, I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.

‘Damn it, Brad, you keep that up and we’re going to end up in the ditch. Now I want you but I can’t have it unless I stop.’

‘It’s here whenever you want it,’ I replied.

An hour later e approached a rest area and he pulled in saying, ‘Get in the back and drop’em.’

I did and he came back and sucked me dry. After a passionate kiss we went in, pissed ad returned to the road.

That night and the following night, after we stopped, ate and showered in the truck stop showers, we had mhot passionae sex in his sleeper; sucking, fucking, rimming and kissing.

The following morning, our last morning together, he said, ‘We should be in Vegas about noon.’

‘I know and I hate it. These last few days have been the best of my life.’

‘Mine too. But I have an idea.’

‘What is it?’

‘I’ll tell you later, after we unload and I make a phone call.’

I wondered what he was up to.

We made our delivery and with an empty trailer, we went to a truck stop. We went in and ordered lunch. After placing our order and eating, Luke said, ‘You stay here or go to the game room. I have a call to make.’

I went to the game room, checking out the younger drivers in the lounge and game room. About twenty minutes later, Luke returned saying, ‘Come on. Let’s go.’

‘Where? I thought you said you’d get a load out of here and be on your way.’

‘Things have changed,’ he said, then leaning close to my ear he said, ‘now get your hot ass back up in the truck.’

I looked at him curoiusly and he smiled, saying, ‘I’ll fill you in once we get on he road.

We climbed into he rig and he went into the sleeper tellingme to follow. I did and after closing the privacy curtains we kissed and had a sixty-nine. After servicing each other we redressed and hit the road, headig toward LA.

‘Now, will you tell me what the fuck is going on?’

‘You’ll get your revenge the way you want but I won’t let you get tied up with any porn studios.’

‘Will you please tell me what’s going on?’

‘Brad, as I told you I’m my own boss. I’m taking a few days off. I have a close friend in LA that is a professional photographer. He does weddings and such as well as nude shots for guys to show to the studios. He agreed to make a movie of me and you for you to use for your revenge. We’ve got a plot worked out. He will be ith us and d the filming then make us al the DVD’s we want.’

‘Nice, but I still need a job after thats over.’

‘You have one. Drivers frequently hire local guys, called lumpers, to unload their trucks. They hire guys at each delivery stop. You will be my lumper. But the difference is that you will ride with me and be my employee. I’ll pay you a salary for your work. We wil still be together.’

‘Fuck, Luke, are you serious?’

‘Yes, I am. I know we just met but I care a lot for you and about you. I want to protect you.’

‘That’s great but what happens if either you or I find someone we want to have sex ith?’

‘We have sex with them. We can work out a code to use if either of us wants to use the sleeper, or we can go to the other guys rig if they’re a trucker.’

‘Fuck, I’m not believing his. I care for you to. You’ve been so good to me, I can never repay you.’

‘Yes you can by staying out of the porn business.’

‘Deal,’ I replied.

That night we arrived in LA and Luke dropped the trailer ad e went to a motel. He called his friend and had him meet us to go over the plot for our movie.

He arrived and Luke answered the door.

‘Clay, I want you to meet the star of our movie. This is Brad.’

We shook hands nd Clay said, ‘You lucky fucking bastard. He’s one of the hottest studs I’ve seen in a long time.’

‘Wait till you see him nude,’Luke said, nodding at me. I began stripping as Luke and I had planned before Clay arrived.

I did a slow strip and when I dropped my shorts and kicked them aside, Clay’s eye’s grew large and he exclaimed, ‘Holy shit! I want some of that.’

Luke had told me hat Clay was totally gay and was hot in bed. I slowly walked over to Clay and said, ‘What’s stopping you?’

Clay looked from me to Luke. Luke smiled and nodded and Clay began sripping as did Luke.

Clay dropped to his knees and took my semi-erect cock into his mouth as he began removing his own shirt. He eagerly sucked me to a climax.

Afterward, he finished sripping and as I sucked Clay, Luke fucked him.

Afterward, Clay filled us in on his idea for a plot.

‘I’ll be riding in the truck with Luke with my camera and you will be hitchhiking. Luke will pick you up and you two just paly it by ear from there. You can have sex in the sleeper first then Luke will suggest you get a motel room and come back here for the finish. I’d suggest a lot of kissing and sucking in the truck then do anything and everything here.’

‘How about tomorrow morning?’ Luke asked.

‘Fine with me,’ Clay answered. ‘You two can plan your acivities tonight. But after it’s over, I want some action.’

‘Clay,’ I began, ‘you do this for me and you get anything you want.’

‘Nice. I’m sure it will be the best payday of my life.’

‘How long will it take to get the DVD’s?’ I asked.

‘With making the introduction and title and credits, I would say three days max. How many copies do you want?’

I added it up and said, ‘Two dozen should do it. One for each of us and he rest for me to distribute.’

‘What name you want to use?’

‘My real one. Bradley Long, Jr.’

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Luke, you will be Matt Walker.’

We took Clay to dinner and returned to the motel. We refrained from any more sex that night in order to be ready for the next day.

The next morning, Clay knocked on our door at eight, movie camera in hand.

‘You two ready?’ he asked.

‘Yep,’ we replied.

I used Luke’s small bag as mine for the shoot. We drove out the highway and they dropped me off. I began walking back into town. I soon heard the rig approach and held out my thumb. Clay was filming me through the windshield. I climbed in and Luke pulled out. Our conversation soon turned to sex and hen it did I reached over and rubbed Luke’s crotch. Soon, I had my head in his lap sucking him. He pulled into a rest area and we got in the sleeper and kissd and made out then sucked each other one at time then had a sixty nine. Luke suggested we get a room.

We returned to the motel and went into the room and began undressing each other. I had told Clay to make sure he got plenty of shots of my face. Luke and I rimmed, kissed, sucked and fucked. There were breaks to let us recharge then we were at it again. the video ended with us pretending to go to sleep, cuddled in each others arms.

‘You two were fantastic. If this was to be sole, it would be a hit, believe me. I can’t wait to get it finished and see it. I’ll be in touch with a copy and let you see it and make aure it’s what you want before I make the rest of the copies.’

As promised, I gave myself to Clay for what ever he wanted. He fucked me, sucked me, and had me suck him. He was totally satisfied with what he called his fee.

the next two days, Luke and I did some sightseeing, finding a nude gay beach, and then in San Diego, found a Marine and Navy Ensign to have sex with, but not together.

Clay called and said he had the initial DVD ready for our preview.

It was very professional. It began with an opening saying ‘Independant Studios present The Hitchhiker staring Matt Walker and introducing Bradley Long, Jr. the hottest new star in years.’

With our names was our picture, mine remaining on the screen longer. The action began and we watched it all the way through. It was perfect and I told Clay so. ‘Make the copies. It’s perfect and you have plenty of great shots of my face ucking rimming and showing the enjoymnt when Luke fucked me.’

‘I’ll have them tomorrow.’

That night we ate at the truck stop and I ran into a twenty-six year old married driver at the urinal in the restroom. He invited me to his rig.

As we walked out I passed Luke saying I’d be back later. He smiled and said ‘Have fun.’

‘Who was that?’ the driver asked.

‘My boss. I ride with him as his lumper.’

‘He knows what you’re doing?’

‘Oh yea. He’s into it also.’

‘Damn nice. I wish I could find one to ride with me, but I don’t think the wife would want me bringing him home with me on my time off.’

‘Does she know anything?’

‘Not a thing. What I do on the road is my business.’

We got to his rig and after stripping we made out and kissed then sucked each other. After a break we fucked each other.

As I returned to the truck stop, I saw Luke climbing down out of another rig. Seeing me he smiled. I knew that he had scored also.

The next morning Clay delivered the twenty-four DVD’s in professional looking cases.

Luke found a large delivery going about a hundred miles back east of my home town where dad lived.

We headed out and Luke pushed it so when we got to my home town we could lay over a couple of days.

I bought bubble envelopes and addressed them, and used Luke’s computer to write la letter to enclose in them.

In the ones I sent to dad’s friends and boss, I wrote: ‘Dad is so proud of my new job he wanted me to make sure you got a copy of my first film. I hope you enjoy watching it as much as dad does’.

In dad’s I wrote: ‘Dad, please watch this movie all the way through. When you kicked me out I heard you say you hoped your friends never found out about me. Well, guess what. All your close friends including your boss received a copy of this movie along with he attached note. Enjoy your popularity.’

I mailed them all express mail.

When we arrived in town, I called dad and asked if he liked he movie. With Luke listening in, he heard my dad again call me names and say he’d never be able to look any of them in the face again.

‘Dad, if you could have accepted me for who I am, none of this would have happened and no one else would have known. Think about it. You have my number if you ever want to talk.’

I hung up and looked at Luke. ‘Let’s get on the road. We have a deivery to make.’

We headed out and made our delivery a day early. Over the next six months we traveled to or through nearly all of the lower forty-eight states.

Then, as we headed out of Protland, Oregon, Luke looked a me and said, ‘Baby, I love you.’

‘What?’

‘I said I love you. I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. You mean everything to me. I couldn’t go on if you ever left me.’

‘Fuck, Luke, I have no intentions of ever leaving you. I love you too but didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know how you felt.’

‘Well, now you do. Will you be my life partner?’

‘Of course I will. I’d love nothing better.’

It as agreed that Luke would teach me to drive the rig and when I reached twenty-one I’d apply for my CDL license. He changed the name of the ‘company’ to ‘L & B Trucking’, making me a partner.

I got my CDL license at twenty-one and six months later I got a call from a lawyer. My dad had passed away. I was the only next of kin. We parked the rig and flew home. The lawyer met us at the airport and assisted in the funeral plans.

After the funeral, we met with him and he handed me an envelope. In it was a letter from dad apologizing for how he had treated me and saying he loved me, and that he was leaving everything he owned to me.

I had the lawyer liquidate everything except hi stocks and with it Luke and I expanded our business. We hired office staff and Luke and I remained on the road. I took online accouning courses while on he road and we’d make unannounced visits to the office and at night I’d audit the books.

That was eight years ago and Luke and I are still driving and are happier than ever. I really feel I owe my happiness to my dad for kicking me out.

THE END

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Billy had been helping me with the haymaking. He was not only young and fit and well able to pitch bales as fast as anyone, he was fun and physically very attractive. With his unruly hair which stuck up in places, his long smooth arms and legs, whenever our bodies made contact even accidentally I had found myself getting hugely excited.

Perhaps it would have taken us longer to make intimate contact if Billy didn’t have this thing about going to town once a week for physiotherapy. He had said it was following an accident he had some time ago but I could never see the slightest reason why he needed it. Anyway when I had volunteered to take the place of the therapist and save him the journey to town things happened very quickly as described in the first instalment of this story.

Things got quite intense and well yea … pretty hot actually. I mean if you had sex with Billy it was hot. I mean like it was just a fact really! Anyway haymaking got finished and Billy had been due go away back to his home county where he was a college student.

Happily I was able to arrange for him to join a similar course at a local college so we could be together at least until he finished his studies. It was all going fine but he did used to go on about the sports facilities and especially about this sports coach or tutor called Bruno. To be honest I was starting to get a bit pissed off with hearing about him and suspected he might be some sort of rival to me. Anyway somehow or other Billy had talked me into letting him bring Bruno over so we could all meet up.

So there was the scene as described in the previous story where they had just arrived in Bruno’s sports car and seeing him emerge from the drivers seat I was so impressed by his physique and I mean really this guy was immensely handsome! It was like ‘what’s this??’. Here was this fabulous guy coming to my humble little farm, I just felt sort of honoured but in a way it was so bizarre and any idea I had of rivalry seemed sort of pointless; well who could compete with this anyway?!

Bruno had on a tight sweat shirt and athletic shorts. He expressed that confident air of the super fit sportsman who could outclass anyone.

Billy had introduced him and he had shaken hands with me while looking me up and down in a way, I thought, suggested either appreciation of me or of Billy’s description of me.

‘So where’s your room then?’ He asked rather impatiently.

This was getting even more bizarre but at the time I was quite excited by what seemed an impossible prospect. Was this guy intent on having sex straight away immediately on his arrival. Thinking back on it afterwards it was almost as if Billy was acting as a go between, with me as a male prostitute! But it was that sort of situation which was so intriguing I just had to see it through.

‘It’s that door straight ahead at the top of the stairs’ Billy replied obediently.

Until then Bruno had just been Billy’s sports coach from college. All this talk about how fit he was, I thought it was just Billy’s way of winding me up.

As Bruno strode up two steps at a time to our bedroom with me immediately behind him, my eyes were on level with his thighs. They were perfectly smooth and tightly tanned like his arms and neck. In those seconds while we went up and even without touching him, I could sense the tone of his powerful leg muscles. He seemed so strong and in control. Billy was following up from behind.

He had just shut the bedroom door and had barely started to close the curtains when Bruno stripped off totally naked and stood in front of me full frontal, legs slightly apart with a challenging look on his face. He knew he looked utterly sexy, his strong forearms folded under his bulging pectorals and those swollen biceps!

‘So now let’s have a look at you then!’ said Bruno looking at me with a sort of triumphant smile that should have made me angry but somehow I couldn’t be especially when he leant forward and whispered in my ear, ‘Let’s see if what Billy says about you is true’. Upon which he pulled off my T-shirt like someone undressing a child while Billy, seemingly under instructions, pulled down both my shorts and pants together.

‘Hmmm!’ he said looking directly at my genitals ‘so Billy this is your boyfriend! Let’s have a look round the back shall we… Oh yes!! now that is some bum!! Oh yes Billy you’ve got taste I can see that. Wow!’ he said running that same big hand, that had squeezed mine when he arrived, down over my bare buttocks and into my slit. At that moment his cock which had hitherto been fairly swollen but still quite limp, suddenly sprung up and stood almost vertical. It had that shiny swollen look all of a sudden that showed it was really hard.

He seemed to utter an impatient sigh as Billy took off his shoes and shirt. Jealousy overtook me when I saw Billy kneel down to suck him. Wasn’t I Billy’s rightful lover and Bruno my rival? No I just wanted that big pink shiny erection all for myself. So I pushed poor Billy aside in my passion: I took him in my mouth at once. He had such a fabulous knob, so perfectly rounded, so utterly designed for smooth penetration, so hard, so purposeful and so firmly anchored in Bruno’s masculine pubis! Nothing else seemed to matter now as I worked my tongue around his hood, then took him in deeper, sucking as I did.

‘Come on Billy! Get to work there I want him lubed up and ready for the real thing!’ There was plenty of urgency in Bruno’s voice and I knew why because I could taste his precum starting to ooze from him. But he was so fucking big! How the hell was I going to take a man of his size?! The more I sucked his pink majestic tool the more massive it seemed to get.

I was bending down and Bruno was having to restrain me as I clasped at his firm muscular buttocks drawing his fabulous fuck pole deeper into my throat. At one point he had pushed my head to one side to stop himself going premature. I was then that I saw Billy finally taking his pants down and putting baby oil on his stiff dick. I loved Billy’s dick and was longing for the inevitable. I felt his fingers lubing and exploring my asshole. In seconds he was up me!! Oh yes! it felt so good!!

I was sucking Bruno more gently now as I felt Billy’s lovely cock running up deep into my ass and his pubic hairs as they brushed against my buttocks You get this sort of feeling of security with a powerful man in your mouth and a lover shafting your bum. I love that feeling of someone way up inside me; could it ever get better? It did and it did quickly!!

Billy was ramming my ass like I’d never known it. He may have wanted to open me up for the ‘real thing’ but I guess he was just showing off to Bruno. I was familiarising myself with Bruno’s thigh and bottom as I worked my hands into his muscles like when I had given Billy his physiotherapy. I was loving Bruno’s nude body like this when Billy started to spunk up my bum.

‘Oh shit Carl! I can’t stop!! Aaaaah you fucking beauty!! Take my fuck! Take my fuck! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!.’ Billy was so virile I felt his sperm shooting right up my rectum. He was such as strong boy! All that hay making and his strong tight arm muscles and now he had done me again! But this was now time to pause or reflect.

I just had time see Billy’s softening dick all slimy and sticky as it emerged from my freshly fucked asshole when Bruno was on top of me. He had flung me roughly on my back. He spared nothing in bringing the full power of his muscles to bear on me. He gripped my ankles so hard it felt like a tourniquet. He forced my legs right back until my hips were aching. I was totally overpowered by his supremely manly body. For me then it was just a dream come true; I had always wanted to be taken forcibly by a strong man and fucked mercilessly up my bottom.

I could only lie there letting it happen and waiting for the inevitable pain that would come as he attempted to penetrate my asshole.

‘Now you see Billy, this is what I call a real ‘boy cunt’. I know he’s not that young but he’s never really been properly challenged. You see..’ I could feel his fingers exploring my hole as he resumed his tutor like role with student Billy.

‘No I don’t accept that!’ replied the rebellious student. ‘I fucked him before you and even before he fucked me!’

‘Calm down Billy boy! I know you like to be on top but you’re just about to see it done properly now aren’t you? So there you see! look at him now he opened up really well when he heard me say that!’ They had been examining my cherry but then Bruno looked me straight in the eyes, ‘You’re going to fucking get it!! In fact you’re going to get your boy cunt stuffed…’

‘He’s a man Bruno, he’s a farmer!’ Billy protested.

‘If he’s a farmer he should know all about insemination because that’s what’s about to happen to his sissy bum!!’ Billy had just squeezed some cream from a tube and I had felt it cold against my sphincter but the next thing was hot, oh shit massively hot!! and FUCKING GIGANTIC!!. I couldn’t resist! I just had yield to him. It took less than a second. I felt a sharp pain then I was being filled up with something so powerful and huge. HE WAS UP ME!!! I was kissing Bruno’s biceps and shoulders and as much on his smooth brown chest as I could reach as he gently lowered his huge body over me. It was the sheer mass of his frame that forced his manly meat into my asshole, DEEPER AND DEEPER, HE WAS COMING RIGHT UP INSIDE ME!!! Bruno’s massive cock had totally occupied my bottom. I was powerless, he seemed to have utterly conquered my manhood!

‘So who’s Billy’s man now then eh?!’ Bruno boasted on seeing me so come so easily under his control. ‘Don’t worry though, you’ve got a bum better than any chick I’ve known and you’re the best fuck a man could ever ask for!’

Both Billy and I were kissing Bruno’s beautiful naked body. He was concentrating on his balls and his buttocks while I was putting love bites into pectorals. But Bruno was doing me in a very deliberate way, fucking me really deep and hard. It completely distracted me from everything, I could think of nothing but his big nude sexy body and his massive meat pumping my ass-cunt like a huge piston. I was taking him like a woman almost, as I felt completely passive. This big powerful man had me in total submission. But then things were hotting up even more!

‘Hey Billy! Stop it! what are you doing? Ah! Oh! Ah no!! I can’t stop!’ Something Billy was doing to Bruno seemed to be driving him crazy. His face was contorted as if in some intense spasm or fit but then suddenly he opened his eyes wide gazed into mine and that’s when it began. This wasn’t just a few spurts! Bruno started flooding me with his fuck! It was like he was gushing gallons! I could feel this warm surge of his sex fluids as his massive cum-pump began irrigating my bottom! Oh fuck! He meant what he said about ‘insemination’!

Billy was first to get at Bruno’s softening ‘fire hose’ all slimy as he withdrew from my ass cunt. He always beat me to it! Now as he was licking his softening length he got a mouthful of Bruno’s final ejaculation. Billy did me with this sort of blow job up my bottom as he put his lips to my freshly fucked anus, I felt it coming up inside me.

I had got out from under him and now Bruno lay face down on his stomach as if exhausted. Billy and I faced each other on either side of this perfect male nude.

It was instinctive; I never planned it but I just found myself caressing Bruno’s upturned buttocks; they were so strong, so manly, so muscular and yet where they met there was this deep cleft which I couldn’t help finding so intensely exciting. A conspiratorial grin came over Billy’s face as I ran my fingers between Bruno’s buttocks.

‘Hey what are you two up to? They always say ‘never trust a sissy boy” Billy had been about to apply some of that cream to his slit.

‘That might be for guys who aren’t sissies themselves Bruno! Come on we’re going to give your man-ass a bit of a seeing to, aren’t we Billy?’ I said cheekily.

But Bruno had begun to struggle against us while Billy had his ankles in a tight grip. Somehow I managed to get astride his arms with my knees trying to hold down his biceps.

To be honest I don’t believe Bruno was trying all that hard to escape but his whole naked body seemed to be wriggling and struggling against us. Billy tried to get his legs up but then Bruno managed to roll over. I had been almost sitting on his head and at one point Bruno had me literally by the balls as he had taken them and my flaccid penis in his mouth. Billy was giggling so much it was infectious. Bruno started giggling too as Billy struggled to part his buns.

All this resistance only made it more exciting for us. Billy had got his arms around Bruno’s bare thighs. The two of them rolled around together with Billy both wrestling and kissing him madly all the while. But at one point as he drew his knees forward we both got this momentary glimpse as his buttocks briefly parted. That split second sight of his cherry made us both get wild with excitement. I stopped him rolling around by sitting astride his back so we both ganged up on his bottom.

Different from Billy’s bum (and mine too) which were beautifully soft and rounded, Bruno’s buttocks were packed with muscle and with nice big dimples on the outer sides. The inner sides though were clasped together tightly by the power of his buttocks.

‘Bruno! Now don’t even try to tell me that with an ass like that you’re still a virgin because well, what do you think Billy?’ I was enjoying this. I was going to let Bruno have a taste of his own medicine!

‘What are you talking about? I am a man! I’m stronger than both of you together!’ He spoke over his right shoulder in a sort of mildly protesting way.

‘Don’t panic now Bruno! Calm down!’ I said authoritatively ‘We are only going to do what’s going to happen to you anyway!’ With that I made a supreme effort and managed to overcome his resistance and parted his buttocks enough to get my tongue in and start licking his inner lobes. Every time he tried to struggle they parted a bit more until I was able to dribble some saliva in his open slit so it ran down on to his cherry.

‘Hey Billy! Can you really do him? You’ve only just finished fucking me!’ I whispered to him seeing his lovely pink slender dick as hard as ever.

‘That was half an hour ago and anyway he’s my boy friend see?!’ Billy whispered; I loved him for his impertinent ways but it meant once more he would get in first! Billy was at his virile best; I got a close up view as he drove his stiff little pink dick into Bruno’s man-cunt.

‘Where’s all that manly power you were on about Bruno? I think needs have got the better of you, haven’t they! You know perfectly well how much you need boy-sperm up your bottom and you’re going to get our slim dicks right up your bum-hole. Yes Bruno you’ll just have to accept your sissy bottom role now won’t you?’ I teased him. Bruno was still struggling or at least he was trying to make a show of resistance clenching his buttocks and squirming around. But he was fighting a loosing battle with us. Once he felt Billy’s prick delving and probing his slit he suddenly seemed to give up all resistance. He was resigned now and relaxed his bum muscles so I got a really good view of Billy’s cock penetrating his cherry. Suddenly it was easy to pull his buns apart and between the sides of his inner lobes all slimy with cream and spittle was his utterly sexy and wildly exciting man-cunt!

As Billy probed him with his knob he seemed to resist a bit a first but then we could see each time Billy pulled back the star of folds in the centre of his cherry started to remain open a bit and each time a bit more. I felt all my manhood flooding back to me; my cock was aching hard and I was now determined to dominate this man as well to fuck him. We exchanged glances and I whispered in Billy’s ear ‘Go for it!’

There was no doubting the virginity of Bruno’s bum; Billy had to push quite hard but then, as I watched close up, I had this supremely sexy view of Billy’s hood entering Bruno’s bum-hole. He was being very gentle with him as it was his first time so I could see the skin of his sphincter both being alternately pushed and drawn out as it clung to the slimy shaft of Billy’s boy-dick. I kept dribbling on his shaft as he drove it in and out of Bruno’s bottom. Soon he was diving in deeper and getting into a really good bum-fucking rhythm.

I was getting impatient. I feared Bruno might re-discover his manhood if we didn’t get on with it. So I started whispering sexy things into Billy’s ear and fingering his athletic ass as he pumped Bruno’s bum.

‘Hey get off you’re driving me cra…Ah! Oh shit man!! Oh shit man!! Oh no hey stop it!!!’ I pulled back my finger from inside his ass and allowed Billy to get another climax. ‘Aaaahhh! Oh thanks you made that so fucking good!’ I watched between his legs and behind his balls as his whole groin went into orgasm and gave Bruno a bit of what he so much needed up his bum.

I don’t know how much Billy’s balls had managed to produce in such a short time but when I went to lick his emerging dick I managed to suck out half a mouthful of lovely thick slimy boy-cum. I wasted no time getting this to its destination. Bruno just lay there with his head on his forearm in a resigned was as I licked his superb man-cunt and applied my mouthful of sperm to his gaping cherry. Wow! he wanted it and wow wasn’t he going to get it!!

It was my first fuck of the evening and I was feeling horny as hell to pump this man-ass with everything I had. I was just mad to get up him. I wanted to fuck this beautiful strong body and in that way I felt I was paying homage but I’m sorry I was not so gentle as Billy. Nothing would stop me now: I wanted to be up his bottom and that’s where I was going. With Bruno lying there passively I drove my raging dick now near to ecstasy in excitement; I stuffed it between his strong buttocks and drove it into him with all my force. He winced but he had to yield.

‘Come on Carl let’s get him on his back. You can’t do him like that you’ve go let him know who’s boss!’ so Billy helped me roll him over and held Bruno’s legs up while I stuffed his ass-hole with mindless frenzy. Bruno was yelping out as I probed his gland; his face turned from side to side as he lost control of his inner genitals to the power of my prick. I was going to show this man he wasn’t as supremely powerful as he thought. But how could I ever stay the course, I was so excited. I was kissing his thick manly neck and around his ears when I felt that uncontrollable spasm taking hold in my groin. This was it I was going to have to let him have it! The surge came on me all of a sudden; My sex gland started pumping my spunk through my raging dick and straight out into this man’s waiting rectum. I could feel every pulse shooting through my knob. And oh! There was that satisfaction of knowing that I was fertilising the innermost parts of this super-fit man. I had overcome his muscles and his manhood and fucked him up his bottom.

Billy patted me gently on shoulder. I thought it might be a sign of respect now that I had overcome his lover and put him in his true pansy place! Anyhow Bruno seemed to go straight to sleep while Billy and I went first for a shower then with just shirts on and nothing else we went down to the living room for a nice cold beer. Actually I had a smart sort of shirt with tails, the type you would normally wear a tie but Billy had just a T-shirt.

‘So the question is Billy..’ I began

‘No I know what you’re going to ask. I have never fucked him before but I’m afraid I have let him do me a couple of times. I’m sorry about that; I know it’s really unfaithful of me but..’

‘No Billy I don’t mind! I don’t hold any claim over you, you know that. Anyway we wouldn’t have had such a good time this evening if you hadn’t had this relationship with him.

‘A ‘good time’ you say! Man it was fucking unreal; I have never got so excited in my life! But hey; how did you guess he’d turn?’

‘Look Billy any man who poses his body like that; I mean stripping off in front of a perfect stranger, flouting his genitals and didn’t you notice, as he took his pants down his showed his bum and that was no accident! And anyway what did you do to him that made him so crazy while he was up me?’

‘I was just dildoing his ass like we do. Probably he’d never had it happen to him before that’s why he went loopy. Anyway the thing is he’s going to want more isn’t he?’

‘Which means you fancied his ass too! I bet we’ll see him round here on a regular basis now. I’m sure he’s going to need frequent fucking to keep his satisfied. I sort of get the impression he’ll never get enough.’ I said

‘That’s what worries me’ Billy said thoughtfully. ‘You know, you’ll laugh, but now I’ve seen you fuck him I only want you now. I suppose that may sound strange’.

‘But you saw him fuck me too, didn’t that make you think he was the real man on top?’ I replied

‘Bruno on top?! He’s not now is he? He right at the bottom!!’ Billy seemed to emphasise that with some glee. ‘Anyway you wanted him to fuck you! And I’m not blaming you right? Because well I didn’t realise that all that bravado was a sham. You’ve sort of opened my eyes to him really. But when he was lying there with his bare bum upwards and just waiting to be fucked. I was like he was saying ‘I am a Bottom please fuck me”.

‘So that was your Eureka moment Billy but we have now made this guy dependant on us have we not? I mean that may be OK but you know what they say about ‘two is company but three is …’. So I had also thought er …well…. possibly at some time…. I should introduce him perhaps to the guys at the…er… Rugby Club.’ I was a bit hesitant as I had never mentioned about this to Billy before.

‘What do you mean? Are you saying you go down there sometimes?’ Billy was obviously very alarmed so I quickly changed the subject. We drank the rest of our beer feeling quietly satisfied about the achievements.

‘You know what!’ Billy said at last ‘You look fucking sexy with just that shirt on.’

‘So do you Billy. Lets go and see what your boyfriend is up to.

‘He’s not my boyfriend any more. I told you just now!’ Billy said over his should as we went up the stairs. I felt him up his thighs and it made his cock spring up like a jack-in-the-box. Billy was so incredibly sexy up between his legs and especially on the inside of his buttocks. My cock was now raging hard. I gave Billy’s bare bum a quick kiss.

Bruno seemed to be still asleep lying on his side having pulled the quilt over himself. Billy gave me that naughty-boy look of his as he raised a side of the quilt to reveal Bruno’s bare bum almost sticking out over the side of the bed.

Neither the movement of the quilt not Billy’s infectious giggles seemed to stir Bruno but I suspected correctly that he was not really asleep. Billy stooped down and gave Bruno’s bum a good licking where it mattered. ‘So much for him not being a boyfriend anymore’ I thought. But this time Billy was not going to catch me napping.

So there was this man-bum offering itself passively over the side of the bed. It still looked really manly and muscular and I remember sort of thinking how the two buttocks, the deep dark slit and the anal cherry not be mention the internals were so much part of a man’s visage like his face. They sort of go together as whole. This was Bruno’s bum in presentation mode and ready for servicing!

With all that in mind that I slipped my dick between buttocks and delved into his tight slit to locate his hole. Awake or not Bruno was clasping like hell but because his bum was so well fucked and his slit so slimy, I had no difficult in finding his asshole and pushing right up into him. It is so fucking sexy to fuck a strong man like this. With a sense of conquest, I drove my dick deep as far as I could into his bottom. I was even more excited than before. He seemed so helpless and his attempts to clasp his buns just made it even better. He squeezed my shaft between he muscle bound buttocks while my knob was inside his cherry. It was his sphincter muscles squeezing my tip that provoked me.

What happened? I just fucked him! As I pumped him, it made his body lurch sideways on the bed. I was kneeling with my dick in his bum but I felt I was fertilising his manhood; then I thought ‘that’s it, I’m inseminating him, after all I am a farmer’. It was this thought that made me ejaculate all my sperm up inside him. It shot out of my dick and up his bum. That’s all! he was being fucked in passing if you like. I did him!

After I pulled out I could look on fine body and know that deep inside his man ass and way up his rectum I had penetrated with my dick and impregnated him with my sperm. Bruno was well and truly fucked!!

It was Bruno’s last attempt to get back on top. He sprung up, flung his arms around me pulling me down on the bed with him. He ripped my shirt of me and I felt his hot dick against my thighs. Billy had torn off his T shirt and all three of us wrestled naked together. Bruno soon penetrated my bum hole and started fucking really furiously. He was on his back and had pulled me down on his cock. I had never had it like this before. But Billy was everywhere, his strong arms were around both of us as he pulled us over. It was like Bruno was revenge fucking me, he was getting so rough as he drilled my ass with all his might. But then suddenly he stopped and I realised Billy had got on top and was up him.

Bruno’s cock was gradually subsiding in my ass as Billy slammed him, he went wild. ‘I’m gonna fuck your sissy bum Bruno! I’m gonna stuff your pansy ass cunt! You’re no real man are you! Oh fuck you’re just a bum poser!’ Billy puffed as he shouted himself almost hoarse. He was shafting Bruno’ ass with all his youthful energy. ‘You can’t make it can you? you wimp!! You can’t fuck Carl. He’s my man; I’m on top yea and you’re getting fuuuuuucked!!! Oh Aaaaaah you bitch there’s some real cum up your fucking bum!! I’ll spunk you, you bitch!! Aaaah!!! Ooooh fuck that was so good!’ Billy sighed and lay on top of us in a state of ecstasy.

I was so confused. First I had bent over and surrendered both my body and my manhood to Bruno only to regain the upper hand when he was spent. But had I really? I was now starting to realise Billy was really always the one on top. It was just that he was so boyish and younger than me that I thought I could be a man to him. But then I remembered how Billy had stuck up for my manhood when Bruno was about to fuck me and how Billy had anyway done me first. The thing is I had often found myself looking to him for a lead. He was now about to confirm my thoughts.

‘Sorry to insult you Bruno!’ Billy said at length leaning round and speaking in his ear ‘But I’ve got to tell you this; Carl is my boyfriend and its simple really, you are a bottom and bottoms tend to get fucked!’ Billy tossed his head with boyish confidence as he flicked he hair back, got up off him and looked like a man in full control.

After we had all showered and got dressed Bruno thanked us for having him in a rather formal way as if he was just like any other parting guest. I didn’t even know his second name!

‘That will be another hand on the haymaking next year then won’t it Bruno. Your volunteering is gracefully accepted!’ I said

‘But won’t your bank balance be stretched by that’ said Billy giggling again and recalling how I had said I could not afford to pay him all the time as a farm hand.

‘No Billy’ I replied with my hand on his shoulder, ‘I think such payments will be made from the Sperm Bank’

We all laughed.

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It was late summer and the campsite was about 5 minutes walk from the beach. I was 18 years old and on a short cycling holiday. The hot sunny summers evening made me want to take off as many of my clothes as I could without being arrested for indecency.

So I set off from the tent across the terrain in a pair of skimpy thin blue briefs. It was easy to see the curves of my bum through the tight fitting cotton. The pants failed to cover the top part of my buttocks so it was easy to see I had a long deep cleft and an all over sun tan.

This summer had been my first on the loose as until I had left school I had been subjected to a rigid discipline. I felt sexy about my own body and loved to show off as much as I could. I had let my blond hair grow long and so that and my smooth body and large ass was a real head turner especially among the guys.

Earlier that month I had been to a nudist camp and got slung out for provocative behaviour. A guy was about to fuck me behind a hedge when we got caught in the act by his girl friend! Worse still he never had time to get up me and here I was ragingly gay and feeling hot as hell.

As I walked across the cool breeze on my thighs and the top of my ass emphasised my nakedness. I felt myself getting an erection , my prick was quite small but it was easy to see through my pants.

At the far end of the site there were quite a number (about 20) guys running around on a grassy area passing a rugby ball to one another and shouting. As I passed they stopped what they were doing and gave me loud wolf whistles and shouted things like, ‘Hey Hot Pants show us your ass!’ They got the surprise of their lives when I turned my back and quickly pulled my pants down so they could get a better look. I even bent down a bit so they got a glimpse of my anus then pulled my pants up and ran off towards the beach.

Need I say it! this whole rugby team were after me in hot pursuit. Did I say 5 minutes? This was more like one minute before I ran splashing into the water seeing them in the corner of my eye stopping momentarily on the beach.

Were they turning back? No! they were taking off their shorts and jock straps. In seconds as I began to swim in the deeper water I could see all these big hulking guys splashing through the shallows with their big cocks swaying around already half erect. They caught me in next to no time.

‘Hey Sexy Pants you asked for it!’ said one big guy with his hair already wet and dripping clinging to his head and dripping down over his lovely brown hairy chest and bulging muscles.

Another guy had dived under water and I felt a hand on the elastic of my pants. At the same time two hairy arms had grabbed me round the waist from behind. As I was being lifted up out of the water and I could feel the elastic of my pants against my legs as they were pulled down and removed from around my ankles. I was utterly naked with 20 hugely muscular young guys around me. They were dancing up and down in the water singing dirty songs. They all had massively firm erections which I kept seeing as they leapt up and down.

The guy behind me held me up high so everyone could get a good look at me.

‘A stiff cock and an all-over tan! Can we take that as a ‘Yes’ then?’ said one.

The guy who had lifted me up was now lowering me onto his cock under the water. I could feel the force of his powerful knob as he thrust it between my buttocks.

‘Yes Please!!’ I said out loud as he pushed against my anus. I didn’t want any interruptions this time. He was quite big and it was hard for him to get his cock into me as the sea water provided no lubrication. In the end my anus yielded to his brute strength. His penis was as firm as steel as I felt it suddenly burst into my bottom. The feeling was so wonderful I just wanted to submit everything to his strong body. In seconds I could feel him pumping his hot cum right up my rectum. Everyone cheered as he gasped in frantic orgasm. I could feel the lovely spasms as his cock jerked off inside my ass.

It was only just in time though because some couples were noticed strolling towards us on the beach.

The guys all rushed out of the water to collect their shorts. I thought they were going to leave me there naked because my briefs had been washed away in the surf. But no! they came back in the water in their shorts and beckoned me to come out. We ran back to the campsite. No one else could see I was naked as they were all round me. We went into one of the wash houses where there were large communal showers. I went straight under a shower and started soaping myself while they watched. There were a couple of old men shaving and they hastened their departure by singing rowdy songs and monopolising the wash basins.

I was teasing them by soaping my ass hole and fingering it in front of them. The dirty look I got from the old men made me think I might get slung out of the camp site but all that was forgotten as the nude rugby players crowded round my soapy body in the shower. This time my ass was easy to penetrate. Just as well because the first guy to ram me from behind had a huge dick and I felt my anus being stretched to the maximum. This time it was not one but about ten of them did me in quick succession in that shower. I was bending down as in turn they shafted me very vigorously from behind. Each guy was trying to out-do the last. The others, squatting down to get a close view of the action, were chanting in time with each stroke.

As soon as they saw a guy starting to cum they and all shouted ‘Aaaahhhh!!’ together. The noise was enough to disturb the whole campsite.

For me it was the most exciting and intensely satisfying experience I have ever had. With each guy first the thrill as I felt his dick pushing into my anus, then the excitement of having my ass pumped violently by a hugely strong and virile man then that wild sensation of being inseminated with hot cum up my bum. When each guy had pumped all he’d got into me he would withdraw quickly and the next vibrant cock would be powered up my rectum.

Someone sucked my cock off as I was being fucked and all I can remember was being in state of continuous ecstasy. Somehow I seemed to get several orgasms because they were so big inside me that my prostate couldn’t pump my cum out beause their cocks constricted my semen tube. I had taken about half of them when the camp warden came in and told us if we didn’t shut up and allow others in we would be sent off the site.

I remember thinking we had got off lightly considering not only the noise but the content of what the guys were shouting! They all put their shorts back on but I was still without any clothing. I took a hand towel belonging to one of the guys and tried to wrap it round my waist but it didn’t quite reach so I had to hold it together as we crossed the campsite. I was walking with the others in the group but I was not being ushered by them. It had not occurred to me to go anywhere else but with them.

I had dried myself quickly but as I walked along I was beginning to feel very damp and sticky between my buttocks and at the top of my thighs. Some of their semen must have been oozing out of my ass and I could feel my slippery thighs against each other as I walked. Other campers were staring and giving me dirty looks. Somehow I felt proud of myself that I was so full of cum. I could actually feel it inside my ass..

They had seven tents between 20 of them with inflatable mattresses inside.

I was invited into the nearest tent as soon as we got there so I took off the towel and lay in the nude on one of the mattresses.

One of the guys asked me quite politely if I would mind if the rest of them fucked me. I nodded and soon the tent was full of huge hairy naked bodies all round me. Some of the guys who had done me earlier were erect again. I was looking up at a forest of thick thighs leading up to the most impressive set of genitals anyone could hope to see. They all had really full scrota in which I could see their big heavy testicles hanging down.

Above that was this superb array of thick pink and utterly vertical penises.

I turned over on my back and two guys came on either side and held my legs up and apart. Someone found a pillow to put under my bum to raise it up slightly so I was in a better position for deep penetration.

This time I could see each guys face and beautiful brown body coming down on me and I could see as well as feel his cock as he dived into my bottom.

The thrill of being shafted was even greater this time as their cocks were massaging my prostate from inside my ass. I was groaning with delight as each sweaty body came over me and pumped more and warm semen into my ass. I could hear a hear a sexy slurping sound as they dicked me. This went on for well over an hour as many of the rugby players found energy to do me several times. Eventually about 11 pm one of them came in with some beer cans and we sat together and chatted into the small hours. I was fucked intermittently by some of the guys during this time. They were very interested in me and there was a lot of discussion about my sexuality. They all wanted me to describe why I liked being fucked up my ass so much. It was really nice because we were all naked and everyone felt completely uninhibited.

I spent the night in their tent and got fucked quite a bit more before the morning. Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep.

The following day they all had to leave. They had an appointment to play in a friendly match some distance away. We all swapped addresses and they all had mine. I wondered what might happen if they all turned up at my parents house! Some short time after this when I was back home I got this letter. It was from another rugby club and I was invited to an interview. The post was stated as ‘Technical Assistant for Middle East Tour’.

That’s another story!

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I woke early to prepare myself. A quick breakfast and then up to my studio on the upper floor.

The easel was ready; the canvas readied the night before. It was time to set out the paints on my pallette. Black, rich blues, the earth tones and ivory white that whose lush ointment would create the lush softness of male skin and muscle and sinew. The bell rang. Even before I descended the steps I was breathless. He had accepted.

The week before I was doing a landscape in the park. Across the field from me, in an open area in full sun, a young man lay extended in a lounge chair. Like a Roman statue fallen from its base, his almost completely nude body, clad only in the slightest speedo, and carefully shaved of every hair, stretched from toe to head and in an invitation to be consumed by anyone whose glance would fall his way. When first I saw him, by strength of will, I ignored his presence and continued my work. But weak is the flesh and within the hour I could resist no more. Resisting the swelling between my legs and despite the already pendulous heaviness against my inner thigh, I made my way across the field toward him.

Although I was trembling at the approach I knew I could not hesitate. Swallowing fear I stood over him.

‘Sorry to interrupt you, but I was just wondering’.

‘What?’

‘Well, I saw you from across the field. I’m a painter. You see – there – there’s my easel’.

‘Oh, yes’.

‘Well, I was wondering. I was wondering if you might be interested in modeling?’

‘Modeling?’

‘Yes, well, you see…. Well, you are clearly….. And I saw that you are shaved down….’

‘Yes’.

I knew I couldn’t falter, couldn’t stumble… ‘It’s well paid. Forty dollars an hour’.

‘Forty. That is quite good. Forty.’

He accepted. He accepted. We fixed a date. We made an appointment. Now he was here.

I rushed down the steps. The bell rang again. I opened.

Blue eyes, deep below sandy brows glimmered before me. Above them thick dark brown locks folded in dense waves around a squarely sculpted head. An ivory neck, full and rounded descended to the hollow of a pink white throat exposed between the v-shaped opening of a black polo shirt that delicately outlined an undulating chest. Arms emerged from the tight grip of sleeves restraining full yet delicate biceps. From the chest the black of the shirt slid in a tapering angle to the most slight and beckoning waist where it met the rise of faded jeans bound by a brown leather belt. From that slender waist in the front the outward curve of his developed thighs, from behind the thrusting slope of half hidden hips. How at that first glance my hands longed to reach out and grasp those hips. To draw that waist to mine. To feel that chest against my own. To press the lips of that elegant face firmly to myself.

‘Come in. Come in. The studio is on the upper floor.’ I restrained myself from saying more. I must be professional.

We went up. I showed him the platform where he would stand. I offered him an pale gray sheet.

‘You may undress when you’re ready and use this as your drapery’.

I turned my back and walked to my easel. I could not watch, but only imagine. I busied myself with paint, with brushes, with oils. I could not ……

‘How’s this?’ I heard.

I turned. My heart ceased. My mouth went dry. My eyes paled. There he stood before me: Apollo risen, Narcissus reflected, Adonis reborn. He had draped the cloth from his shoulder and let it cluster down from his left arm to the shallow of his groin where it made its caressing outward turn over his yet unseen manhood.

‘But wait,’ I stuttered. ‘Let me…’ It was a response from exhilaration, from panic, from secret desire. In a fog I left my easel to approach him. ‘Let me….’ I feigned the need to adjust the drapery. Trembling, my fingers moved towards his shoulder. I made a slight change to the folds.

Then towards his thighs. As they approached my fingers felt the heat. My palms began to moisten, my hands to tremble. I moved the drape ever so slightly. Briefly, I revealed a few golden strands of curling pubic hair. Quickly, processionally I recovered them. My eyes fell on the outward curve beside those golden brown hairs. The fragrance of that hidden place entered my nose. How could I keep myself standing?

‘There. There’. I muttered. My face was red and burning. Turning my back I returned to my easel.

Again I busied myself with paint and oils. My back was to my model.

Then, suddenly, there was a warmth. A warmth at my back. In that instant, two arms clasped themselves about my waist, a heavy chest was against my back, two lips were at my neck beneath my ear. Against my hips, at the middle of my ass, was a fullness pressing. I closed my eyes and collapsed against him.

‘This is what you really want, isn’t it?’ His lips kissed me again. My neck fell to his mouth.

I felt him against me. I felt it hard and upright against the crack in my ass cheeks. Could this be happening?

‘Do you want me in you’ ‘Do you want me hard and straight, right up inside you, now?’ ‘I can do it in a single push. I can fuck you with one great thrust. Eight inches, straight up, straight up inside you’.

‘No, I cried. No, not yet. Not yet … Let me… let me…’

His embrace let loose. I turned. ‘Let me look at you. Let me see you. Let me love all of you’.

He stepped back. I turned.

Like a god of purest marble he stood before me. The full thickness of that blond hair, the roundness of the shoulders’ muscles the density of the molded chest, the gentle slope of the pure white belly, the energy of the thighs and calves but now, now, at the center of them all, rising like the spear of some great warrior the most elegant and forceful cock, the most upright and steel hard dick, thin yet long… firm… rigid… thrusting up from the density of that golden brown hair surrounding it in a perfect triangle.

I fell to my knees and seized the prize between my lips. Down and up, down and up my lips, my mouth, my throat seized its silken iron. Again and again, there was not end to it. There was not satisfying my desire. I wanted it all. I wanted it inside me. Deeper and deeper against the wall of my throat. As if to push it further my hands moved to his hips to that thrusting ass. I grabbed. I pushed and pushed, urging his ass forward, urging his dick forward, forcing into the grasping desire of my mouth. Then my fingers too, wanted their share. From the roundness of his ass cheeks they found the recesses between. They found that dark hole. First one, then two, then all fo them were grasping for entry. They pushed and plied and forced themselves all the while pushing that ass forward so that hardening and lengthening pole might enter more deeply into my ravenous throat. Pushing, thrusting, again and again until he grabbed my hair with his clenching fist, he held my head tightly. My face was buried in that triangular mass of velvet hair. Then suddenly, there was an agonizing a liberating, an ecstatic scream and my mouth was filled, filled with the bitter sweet salt of his come, again and again it gushed from that silken white dick.

In an instant he crumbled on the floor.

There he lay at my feet. The mountain of his chest rising and falling in panting exhaustion. His sculptured arms and legs distended. The curves of the muscles rippling and trembling across his entire being. Slowly, his legs parted as his hands moved to the moist and shining tip of his slowly receding dick. He caressed himself. The muscles of his arms widening, as they pressed against the mass of his pecs. His dense and manly fingers softly cradled his now limp but ever so lovely member.

‘Now it’s your turn’, he whispered.

‘My turn?’ I asked.

‘Here’. As he spoke, he widened his legs and raised his hips. There before me was the pink rose of his ass, adorned by a soft, golden crown of hair.

My cock rose so tall and so hard that it caused distress. The blue of his eyes cast their glance across his chest, across the shallow of his every so slight stomach, across the sweet delicacy of his flaccid pink dick and delicately soft sack of balls. And beneath them that awaiting sweet darkness.

‘Now’, he said, ‘Now’.

I moved closer. I knelt before him. I took his heels into the palms of my hands and spread apart those ivory legs even further than he had extended them.

‘Yes,’ he cried, ‘Yes’.

I bent before him. My lips caressed that tight opening. My tongue sought out the golden hairs and tasted them all. Again and again I circled my victim with my tongue.

‘Now, now!’ he insisted.

But there was more. My hands still distending those masterful legs, my mouth continued above that sweet hole to his balls, to that soft and delicate cock. Around its soft pinkness my tongue made its way; tossing it first this way, then that: a bauble in my mouth. From there to his navle with its own hint of golden fur. Around and around then upward to those nipples, small and pink and thrusting outward. Such sweetness, such delight. And above that sculpted neck, tall and white and elegant. My tongue swam in the small of the throat. From there the chin, the upward to the eyes, the eyelids. His head reeled backward.

My stomach, now perched above his once flaccid cock, sensed a rebirth, a revival. It had grown, full and beautiful that thin yet sharply pointed spear.

I dropped his legs from my hand and immediately straddled him at the waist. With my right hand I held up that magnificent shaft. I shifted back and in a single thrust shoved myself down upon its lengthy power. He was in me: in me to the prostate. In me to the stomach.

‘Don’t move’. I cried,

Again and again, up and down, up and down, I impaled myself upon his spear. Never had I had such pleasure. He was in me. He was in me. It was all I had wanted. ‘Come, Come’. I screamed. ‘I want you. I want you’.

‘yes, Yes’, he groaned. His hands reached up and held my face. He pulled me towards him.

His lips met mine.

‘Now’, I screamed.

‘Now, now’, he echoed. His tongue invaded my mouth, I felt the heat of his come explode in my ass.

‘You’re mine,’ he cried out.

And I collapsed into the strength of his arms.

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From my early youth, I’ve wanted to be a fireman. I guess I was about seven when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said a fireman.

Then, during my sophomore year of high school, I realized I was gay. I found that during gym class, I loved seeing the other guys there nude in the showers. I loved looking at their cocks, wondering what they were like hard and what it would be like to have one in my mouth. Occasionally, I’d linger in the school gym long enough to see a couple of the coaches nude in the showers.

I knew that in our small town, where everyone knows everyone else and their business, if I was even suspected as being gay, word would quickly spread around town. However, in my junior year I got, what I considered ‘lucky’ when our football coach noticed me checking him out.

As he showered, I noticed his cock began to stiffen, as did mine. Looking at me he smiled. I left the showers and went to the locker room and dried off. As I dressed, he walked by me with a towel around him, clearly tented in front.

‘Rex, come to my office when you finish dressing.’

I dreaded what might happen once there.

I knocked and went in, finding him still wearing just the towel.

‘Rex, I saw you looking and it seemed you enjoyed what you were seeing. I know I liked what I saw.’

We talked and he asked if I was interested in sex with another male. I said yes but it would be my first time. Taking my hand, he placed it on his cock and grasped mine. Soon, he kissed me and before it was over he had sucked me off and swallowed.

I, in returned, sucked him and loved it. When he climaxed, I accepted what he offered and loved the salty-sweet taste. Once he was drained, I pulled off and swallowed his man nectar.

‘Well, what did you think?’

‘I loved it. It was better than I had imagined.’

‘We can do this again if you want, but you have to keep it our secret.’

‘I do and I will. When can we meet again?’

‘I’ll tell you what. I’ll make you he equipment manager so you have a reason to stay late in the afternoon. After all the others leave we can come in here and do our thing.’

‘Great,’ I replied.

From that day forward, Coach and I had sex every afternoon after school and some on weekends. Since my dad had walked out on Mom and I when I was young, Mom was thrilled that I had a ‘father figure’ in my life.

After graduation, I’d go over to Coach’s apartment several times a week for sex. By then, I was also into fucking and getting fucked. Our secret never got out.

Like most of the small communities in our area, we had a volunteer fire department. But unlike the others that let you volunteer at eighteen, our city government set the age at twenty-one and only after you had completed the training offered by the state fire training academy and you had to be twenty-one before graduation. I went to work at the feed store until time to attend the academy. When that time arrived, my boss assured me I’d have a job when I got back.

I went to the chief, who was a paid city employee, to discuss volunteering and what the course as like and it’s cost. I had saved what I could but was still short. We talked and he said to pay for the first half of the course, and if my scores were high enough, he’d pay the other half and I could pay him back.

I went to the academy and found that there were only fifteen in the class, and was only one of six from out of town.

Those from out of town were housed in the dorm they had. There were ten rooms each set up to accommodate two students. Since there were only six of us needing housing, we each got a room to ourselves.

Before giving us our room assignments, we were told to mingle and get acquainted and to choose a training and study partner.

We did and I immediately was drawn to Clay Wilkins, a twenty-two year old guy from a mid-size town in the western part of the state.

Clay was six-one, about one ninety, muscular and good looking. He had brown hair and eyes, and his partially open shirt revealed and medium hairy chest.

As we talked, I was about ready to asked if he wanted to be my partner when he asked, ‘Rex, how about you and I being partners?’

‘Great. I as just about to ask you the same thing.’

Once partners were chosen, we were assigned our rooms with the partners rooming side by side with an empty room in between.

Things were going well and Clay and I became good friends, joking and making childish sexual innuendos from time to time.

We had training Monday through Friday and Saturday until one in the afternoon. About a month into our training, we had returned to the dorm one Saturday and as I showered in the common shower room, Clay came in. Damn, was he even more beautiful when nude. And well hung.

As we showered, I stole glances at his nice cock and noticed him doing the same to me. As we dried off he asked if I had plans for the evening. I said no and he suggested we have a beer together. Fortunately, in our state you could by beer at eighteen but had to be twenty-one to buy liquor or mixed drinks.

We grabbed some dinner and hen hit a small neighborhood bar. When e entered, he spotted an empty table off in a dark corner and headed to it. I followed and as we sat down, I asked why he chose that table. He said we could talk and not be disturbed by others.

We had several beers and as we talked, I noticed he moved his chair closer to mine. Then I felt him press his knee against mine and flexing his leg muscles. I didn’t move my leg, but instead did the same. I saw a slight smile on his face as he did it again. I, in turn, did the same.

After ordering another beer, as we talked, he casually placed a handonmy thigh, slighty rubbing it. Wanting to know for sure if he was after I thought he was, I responded by spreading my legs slightly wider.

Almost immediately after I did that he slowly began to slide his hand higher. My cock immediately got rock hard and soon his hand was against the head.

Very casually, I lowered my hand to his. Thinking I was going to remove his hand he began to pull back. Then, with his hand in mine, I pulled it up and placed his hand squarely on my hard cock. After releasing his hand, I placed mine on his hard cock. He looked at me and smiled. We finished our beer while feeling each other up.

When we finished our beer,he said casually, ‘You ready to go?’

‘Yea,’ I replied.

We left the bar as he drove, we were quiet. Suddenly, he pulled into an empty parking garage and after stoping, he turned to me, leaning toward me. I leaned toward him and we kissed passionately, exchanging tongues. When the kiss ended, he said, ‘The walls at the dorm are thin. Shall we get a motel room?’

‘We probably should.’

He pulled out and found a motel a couple of miles from the academy. After checkingin and geting in the room, we quickly stripped and after more kissing got into a sixty-nine, devouring each others cocks. After bringing each other to a roaring climax, we cuddled and talked.

We agreed that our sexual talk had given us both an idea about the other. Then in the showers, checking each other out made Clay make the first move. I told him I was glad he did.

Before the night was over we had fucked each other and again sucked each other, this time one at a time.

Sunday afternoon we returned to the dorm, withothers asking where we’d been. We simply said we’d been drinking and didn’t feel we should be driving back so we got two rooms. They accepted it.

After that, we’d quietly have a sixty-nine in the dorm or go out to the training area to fuck each other.

Cheif Davis came to see me half way through training and after seeing my grades paid for the last half of my training.

‘Rex, you can pay me back as you can. I personally think you will fit in great with our station.’

‘Thanks, Chief,’ I said.

Clay and I continued having sex throughout the remainder of the training. Upon graduation, we agreed to visit as often as possible.

I returned to my small town and my job at the feed store. I had my radio with me twenty-four/seven in case we got a fire call. When we did, my boss knew I needed to report.

We all had keys to the station and some of us would go up at night and engage in one of the many video games we had there.

About wo months after I began as a volunteer, I went to the station on a Saturday night. I saw three cars there, one belonging to the Chief. To my surprise, I found the door locked. Using my key, I let myself in.

As I neared the game room, I could hear strange sounds coming from it. I reached the door and froze a what I saw.

There in the game room was Cheif Davis, and two fire fighters, Matt Reynolds and Brad Toomey, all naked.

The chief was divorced, Matt was single, but Brad was married. They were all on the floor with the chief on hsi hands and knees in a sixy-nine with Brad while Matt fucked the chief in the ass.

Upon seeing me, the chief stopped sucking long enough to say, ‘Come on in Rex and join us.’

I stood frozen, watching alhough my cock was hard and wanting to join in. All three climaxed and once they seperated, the chief looked at me and said, ‘Why didn’t you come oveer and let Matt take care of the big boner in your pants?’

‘Fuck! I’m still not believing what I saw. Is the entire department into men?’

‘No,’ the chief replied, ‘just six of us. You make seven.’

‘And just how do you know I’m into men?’

‘Your study partner at the academy is my nephew. I knew he was going to be in your class so I asked him to find out if you played. That’s why he asked you to be his partner.’

‘I’m not believing this,’ I said.

‘Why do you think I said I thought you’d fit in here so well?’

‘Clay told me how nice your cock is. I want to see for myself. Why don’t you get undressed and come over here.’

I did and all three took turns sucking my cock with the chief taking my load. I then sucked all three of them.

Afterward I asked what they would have done if it was someone else coming in.

‘Let me show you so you will know what to do if your here.’

There was a secret beam at the front gate that could be turned on and off. Only he guys tha played knew about it. If anyone was there having sex it was turned on and signaled when someone drove in. You had time to look out and see who it was and get dressed if necessary. Otherwise the beam was kept turned off.

‘So you’ll know who is who, I’ll have all the guys in our club here tomorrow night at nine. Be prepared to have some fun.’

Before we left I had fucked Brad while sucking the chief. Matt was fucking me at the same time.

The next night I arrived at nine and all the others were there and naked. I quickly stripped and the fun began. One other was married and the other two were single. None were over twenty-eight.

There was regular sex with the guys and it was awesome. Clay even visited a few times and enveyed me.

Things went on for over two years with Clay visiting more and more often.

Then, one evening I got a call from Clay. The fire department where he worked was hiring and he wanted me o come up and apply.

‘I don’t know, Clay. I’ve got a good thing going here, but it would be great to be with you more often.’

‘Rex, you can live with me. I love you and want you to be my lover.’

‘Oh, shit! I wasn’ expecting you to say that,’ I replied.

‘Well, it’s true. I’ve talked with my uncle and he knows how I feel and said he wouldn’t try to stop you if you wanted to leave.’

‘Can I have some time to consider it?’

‘Sure. Give me a call.’

I hung up stunned. The more I thought about it the more I realized I loved Clay also. Two days later I called him, accepting his offer, pledging my love to him.

I told the chief my decision and took a few days off to go and apply. Three weeks later I received my acceptance letter.

The crew gave me a going away party and it was great. The next night our club gave me a private going away party. It was even better.

I packed up and headed out. Clay eagerly greeted me and luckily we ere assigned to the same station and shift. As far as the others knew, we were just room mates.

That was four years ago and we have found three other fire fighters that are gay. The five of us get together frequently.

Clay and I are still deeply in love. I still haven’t forgiven him for spying on me for his uncle, or so he thinks.

Every night we have fun putting out each others fires.

THE END

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Almost every time I’d see him at the same table, books spread around his laptop, piles of paper everywhere, and him, typing away, pausing every so often to look at a piece of paper or consult one of the many books he had. When he was deeply concentrating, he’d run his fingers into his hair and stop, holding on to it while he frowned at the screen, his cute round glasses perched on his nose. He looked very serious all the time, intent on getting work done, whatever it was. He was always there when I got there, and left after me. On several occasions I lingered outside the library to see if he was leaving soon after me. It never worked. He had this great shock of blond hair, cut short but longer in the front. Sometimes he’d slick it back, looking like he came right out of a 1940s film. Other times it sort of hung in his eyes and he’d constantly push it back out of the way, unless he was holding it in his hand with that look of serious concentration.

I tried to sort of tip toe behind him once, to see what he was working on. The books were all history books, Russian history. He must be writing a thesis or a paper or something. I couldn’t really see what was on the laptop. He began to turn around and maybe he saw my reflection in his screen. I quickly looked at whatever book was in front of me, pretending to scan pages.

I could see that his eyes were light, probably blue. He wore vintage trousers or faded jeans, old cardigans with t-shirts underneath and he had an ear pierced. He wore either Converse high tops or rugged looking black shoes. No jewelry other than an old looking watch and the small silver hoop in his left ear. Once in a while, he’d look unshaved and that made him look even sexier to me. I dreamt of his face between my legs, his scratchy whiskers rubbing up against my inner thighs.

I loved the library as it were, and spent a lot of time in there, especially since becoming single. I came in all the time in the early evenings, sometimes right from work to chill out, read the paper and browse the stacks. I found it to be a great way to collect thoughts and mellow out. I even got to know one of the librarians, a very handsome gray haired man who winked at me periodically. He’d sometimes hold the newspaper for me; it’s possible he was crushing on me. I considered once trying to talk to him more and maybe ask him out but I never did.

One night I must have been staring a little too much. The librarian walked by my table and whispered under his breath, ‘he is a pretty hot guy, isn’t he,’ without looking at me. I guess I was too obvious.

A homeless man who spent some time there was a little raucous one night and he yelled into the silent air of the patrons. The man was two tables behind me. Everyone at the tables looked up from their work to see what the ruckus was about. He looked up from his laptop and stared directly at me. As he moved his eyes back to his work he smiled and it looked like he was blushing.

Another night later that same week I found myself absorbed in a biography of Ghandi when I felt a presence behind me. I looked down and to my left and scanned upward and he was standing there, smiling at me.

‘Ghandi? Is it a good one?’ he kept the smile on his face. I’m sure my face looked bright red – I was definitely beginning to sweat already.

‘Yeah, I just picked it up and got into it rather quickly,’ I felt like I was stammering and it made me even more nervous.

He took the seat beside me but still had his laptop case on his shoulder.

‘My name is Scott. Don’t think I haven’t seen you in here, sneaking looks at my work,’ and he smiled even more broadly.

‘Oh!’ he really startled me. I know I was red now. ‘Sorry, I didn’t think I was that obvious.’

‘It’s okay, really. Either you are very into Russian history or you’re trying to get me to notice you,’ he cocked his head a little and kept his eyes on my face.

‘Wow – okay now I am officially embarrassed,’ I said. ‘I’m really sorry,’ I really felt like an idiot.

‘Actually, I’m pretty flattered – that is, if it’s me and not the Russian history books you noticed,’ and he slid just a little closer to me, maybe so that he could talk more softly.

‘Um, well, yes, it is you,’ and by now I probably looked like a ripe tomato.

‘And…your name?’ he put his chin in the hand of the elbow on the table.

‘Oh, sorry! I’m Max,’ I held out my hand and he shook it, still staring at me and smiling.

‘Well, Max, can you tell me why you were looking my way?’ he sounded like he was teasing me.

My confidence came back a little. ‘Well, you look so serious all the time…and of course, you are very handsome,’ and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

‘That’s so nice of you! Thank you…could I add that you’re pretty handsome yourself?’ and he changed his stare to one that was more coy and removed his glasses.

‘So what is it you’re working on? A thesis? Term paper?’ I needed to change the subject.

‘Actually, I’ve been writing a novel for a year and I just can’t get the fucking thing to move along…oh, sorry, I shouldn’t swear like that – I don’t even know you!’ still looking at me.

‘That’s okay – I’ve got quite a mouth myself. Novel? What’s it about?’ I wondered if I were being too pushy.

‘Well, it’s a love story set during the revolution – the characters are two men. One is a married businessman and still in the closet. The other is a poet and is single. They fall in love while the world around them is crashing down in pieces and they are on opposite sides. I can’t decide if I want a happy ending or a sad one. I’ve written like four versions of the ending and I’m just stumped as to how it should end. I’ve been working with a small publisher, hoping to convince the owner to publish it for me.’ He was still smiling and had his eyes locked on mine.

‘It sounds like a good story! How do you make your living?’ I probed a bit.

‘Right now I work at a vintage clothing store that a friend of mine owns. But I need to get something a little better, more money, less hours – what do you think I could do with a liberal arts degree?’ He smiled again.

‘Oh, wow – well, I could think of some things, but they’d either be illegal or not something you want your mom to know about,’ I teased a little. Why not?

‘Would you tell me more, Max, if I bought you a glass of wine?’ He sat back, just a little. Maybe to make a getaway if I said no.

‘Wow, Scott – and here I was wanting to come over to your table and talk to you. Every day that I’m here and I see you I think that and then chicken out. I’d really like that,’ trying not to let my excitement and astonishment show that the hot guy I’ve been stalking has just asked ME to get a glass of wine with him.

It was getting late and we both packed up and walked out together. It was a beautiful evening outside and we stood in front of the library to talk for a bit.

‘I do have a car down here, but we could walk somewhere. How about you, Max?’ he asked.

‘I drove here too but I’m happy to walk. Or drive. Whatever you think,’ I hate making decisions.

‘Okay – let’s walk,’ and we began walking away from the library.

‘So, Max, what do you do for a living?’ I’m glad he made easy small talk that I could do…I was pretty nervous.

‘I work for a small non-profit doing development, fund raising, that sort of thing. In other words, I make no money,’ which got a laugh from him. ‘I come to the library a lot to read and look at things. I’m still debating about grad school – I’ve been debating about it for too long already but I still might do it.’

‘Wow – so we’re both broke guys with other ambitions,’ he said.

‘I know this might sound a little forward, but how old are you?’ I’m hoping he’s over 25 right now.

‘I’m 23. I probably look older. Maybe because I stay up too late all the time,’ and he grinned at me. ‘You?’

‘Um, well, actually I’m 35. Is that too old?’ I looked at him.

He stopped abruptly. ‘Too old for what?’ he asked.

‘Too old to go on a date with you…I mean, if, well, if that were to happen, I mean if maybe I were to ask you, or…’ I was struggling and he let me for a brief moment.

‘Max, you’re not too old for me. And you were already thinking of asking me out on a date?’ he had a little spark going in his eye that told me he was teasing me.

‘I guess that’s presumptuous of me, isn’t it? I guess after a glass or two of wine I might be more persuasive,’ thinking he’d laugh at that. And he did.

‘The answer would be yes, no matter what,’ and he started walking again, just slightly ahead of me so I had to catch up.

I didn’t respond – but I was happy inside. I’ve never had that much of an age gap with anyone I’ve had a relationship with, but I’m already getting ahead of myself.

He turned a corner and there was a little wine bar there. He opened the door for me and then said ‘follow me,’ and he led me to a table that he said was his favorite. It was in the back, along the wall and a window and it was a darker part of the already pretty dark bar.

As we set our stuff down and got off our jackets, a pretty blonde girl stopped at our table.

‘Hi, Scott – the usual? And who’s your cute friend?’ which made me blush, I’m sure.

‘Yeah, the usual, except make it a bottle. Isn’t he? This is Max. We see each other at the library and I finally got up the courage to talk to him tonight.’ And he smiled across the table.

I thought to myself – is he sort of giving me shit? He seems so confident…I think I am the one with the low confidence level.

‘Nice to meet you, Max. I’m Stacy. Me and Scott grew up in the same neighborhood. Be right back with wine. Oh, Max, if he asks to read that novel…’ she smiled.

He cut her off and said ‘run along now,’ and made a shoo gesture with his hand.

‘So you must come in here a lot,’ and I saw how really beautiful his face was, lit up by the tiny candle on the table. His skin looked perfect. I wanted to feel it with the back of my hand.

‘Yeah, probably too much. Stacy will hang out with me most of the time if it’s not busy.’ He looked down at the floor.

‘I’m guessing you don’t have a boyfriend if you asked me out for wine, but I shouldn’t assume…’ I was getting brave.

He still looked down. ‘No, I don’t and haven’t for about a year. I’ve been a little gun shy. But I told my friend Vic about you and he cruised by one night to check you out after I called him and said if I didn’t approach you that he would and he would give me until this Friday.’ He looked a little embarrassed.

‘Really? Wow. I’m kind of the same – bad breakup three years ago and no one serious since. And I’ll come clean that I sometimes would go to the library only to see if you were there. My friend Lucy egged me on for a while about you but I’ve just been too self-conscious to interrupt you. You look so serious when you’re working and I thought that interrupting you to flirt would be lame if you’re working on something to do with Russian history!’ and he laughed a little.

‘That’s funny. Well, that’s out of the way – both single and both self-conscious…I guess Vic’s threat worked on me. I pictured him talking to you and then leaving with him and it made me so mad. I told myself I had to meet you, finally. It’s only Wednesday but it took me Monday and Tuesday to think about it one last time and then I was worried you wouldn’t be back. Sorry, I’m talking too much about this,’ and at that moment Stacy came with a bottle and two glasses. He stared at me while Stacy poured us wine and then winked at me as she walked away.

‘Wow! I am truly flattered. It’s so funny that we were on the same mission. I’m so glad you broke the ice,’ I said, again, blushing.

We then drank a little bit in silence, Scott still staring at me every so often. I decided to start staring at him and he looked so extra gorgeous in the dim light, his high cheekbones shadowed just right; his eyes sparkled somewhat. Beautiful eyes, great mouth, strong nose, I liked his hands, too.

‘So Max, I don’t count this as a real date – this is a practice, I think. Would you let me take you out to eat or something? I mean, if you’d like-‘

‘Of course I want to,’ and it seemed like he was moving in on me rather quickly.

He smiled and then changed the subject. We talked about our jobs a bit more. I could somewhat feel the age difference as he talked about writing, sharing an apartment, etc. It seemed like he was still in college. He grew up the suburbs here and decided to go to school out here. My guess is that he comes from money – the way he talked, maybe? He’s probably the black sheep of the family – gay, wants to be a writer, wears old clothes and sells them.

He switched to movies and music and we had a lot of common connections there – old blues and old jazz, foreign films, find television a big yawn – we laughed about how alike our pop culture sensibilities were.

We polished off the bottle and he asked me if I wanted another.

‘I shouldn’t really – I have to work tomorrow and I start fairly early. But I’ve had such a great evening with you,’ and I grabbed his hand from across the table.

‘Me, too, Max. Can I have your phone number?’

‘Yeah – and me yours?’

‘Give me yours and I’ll call you – then you’ll have mine,’ and he smiled.

I said my phone number out loud and he called me. It was nice to have the phone number of a totally sexy hot younger guy – I can’t remember if that ever happened before. I really haven’t dated anyone that much younger than me.

He paid the check, although I tried to chip in. I’m sure he makes way less than I do, and I don’t make much. We got up and he asked if he could walk me to my car.

‘And I could drive you to your car,’ and he nodded.

We walked outside and headed towards where I parked. Along the way, he said, ‘Max, I don’t think I’ve ever dated anyone older – I mean – with that much of an age gap. I’m glad it doesn’t bother you,’ and he looked straight ahead of himself while he walked.

We walked more in silence and got to my car, a very well loved old Volvo, and I unlocked the door for him and let him in. After I got it my side, he stared at me and he started moving closer to me. Is he trying to kiss me? Should I go for it? He put the back of his right hand on my cheek and stroked it for a moment.

‘You are amazingly handsome,’ he said. I know I turned as red as an apple and I smiled and couldn’t think of what to say.

He leaned back to where he started and I asked him where to go for his car. Sure enough, as I suspected, money. He drove a brand new Mini. A vintage store clerk would never be able to afford that – no?

I pulled up behind his car and turned off my engine.

‘I had such a nice time, Scott. When can I see you again?’

‘Tomorrow? Tomorrow night?’

‘Sure – call or text me and we’ll figure out where and when.’

He smiled at me, almost like he was proud of himself for making this connection. Then he started to get out, taking off his seat belt and leaning forward to unlock the door.

‘Good night, Scott,’ I said, smiling.

‘Good night, Max,’ and he smiled back. Oh well, no kiss.

But as he started to unlock his car he stopped and walked back over. I rolled down the window.

‘Max?’ he looked slightly nervous.

‘Yeah?’ what did he want to ask me?

‘I’m glad I came over to your table at the library tonight. I’m looking forward to our date,’ and he smiled again.

‘Me, too, Scott,’ and I looked into his face.

He leaned in and kissed me softly, sending little chills right through me all of a sudden. He pulled away and stood there. I opened the door and got out and grabbed him and started kissing him. He pulled me into him and I was doing the same. I leaned against my car and we kept kissing for about five or so minutes; I was getting pretty excited, I guess. I pulled back and he pulled back.

‘Wow – that was nice, Max. ‘ and he blushed for a change.

‘It was. You are incredibly sexy,’ and my hormones were taking over. Tell it like it is, Max. ‘I hope I can do more of that tomorrow night.’

He blushed and smiled and turned towards his car and said a final goodbye.

I went home and, guess what, jerked off.

After that I was settling down for the night and I heard my phone vibrate. I had a text from Scott. It read:

Max, it was so nice hanging out. I loved the goodbye, too. Hope to see you tomorrow. S.

That made me smile, so I answered back: Scott, I agree with you. Call you tomorrow 10 a.m. or so about dinner? Here are some more kisses: XXXX Max

After I hit send I thought, oh man, was that lame? How will I keep up with a 23 year old? Maybe he’s an ‘old soul’ type and I’ll find more in common than I thought. Maybe it will be just sex. Now I’m getting ahead of myself – next thing I’ll be thinking is when he’d move in. I’ve been that deprived.

I finally fell asleep after Googling him a little bit. I did find his Facebook, too. He had about 300 ‘friends.’ The little pictures showed a lot of hot young guys…and a couple porn stars, from what I could see. I couldn’t look at any of his photos and he had the rest of his profile locked down pretty well.

Morning came and I got up for my regular work routine, shave, shower, coffee, newspaper, get out the door. I tried to keep pretty busy but found myself staring at the same work email over and over, thinking about Scott. I remembered that I said I’d call him around 10, but that this was actually his date – he asked me out.

Around 9:45 my phone buzzed and I saw that I had a new text:

Max, still using up my Xs from last night. Can you talk in a couple minutes? XX Scott

I texted back: Scott, I can talk to you anytime. Max

A minute later my phone buzzed again and this time it was Scott on the phone. I picked up and said hello.

‘Max, it’s Scott,’ he said.

‘I knew that! How are you?’

‘I’m great! I did have such a nice time with you last night. The evening turned out well, don’t you think?’

‘Of course I do, Scott. One of my best trips to the library, I’d say,’ I quipped.

He laughed and then was quiet for a moment.

‘Max, do you still want to have dinner with me tonight?’

‘Of course I do!’

‘How about we meet at that British pub restaurant place down off 5th. Does that sound okay?’

‘Sure, Scott – I’ve never been there but hear their food is really good,’ I sighed to myself, glad the date question finally came up.

‘See you at 7?’

‘I’ll be there!’ and we hung up.

Moments later I got another text from him: Max, I can’t wait to see you. Been thinking about you and how hot you are. Am I too forward?

I laughed…He has no idea what forward is to me!

I wrote back:

Scott, not too forward at all. I was thinking about you until I went to sleep. And that was after I finally got some relief. You are very sexy.

He texted back: Now I’m blushing. See you at 7 XO

So the day went ever so slowly at work, but at least I had a meeting I could daydream through. I finally hit 4:30 and I work until 5:00. I made up an excuse so I could leave early and said goodbye to everyone. I went straight home and jerked off again, while looking at his Facebook picture, and then took a hot shower. Then I downed a shot of scotch and that all seemed to calm me a bit.

I got dressed, struggling to figure out what to wear – do I look my age, I thought?

I have been told that I look 30 – although I don’t know what that means. I’m 5’10’ with dark hair, cut short, pretty standard, brown eyes. I am not a hairy guy and I work out quite a bit to try to stay in good shape. I have no tattoos, but both ears pierced. I also do have my nipples pierced, which is always a nice surprise to a new lover. I guess I don’t look like the ‘type’ to have them. It turns me on a lot when they are pulled on pretty hard. Sometimes I can go further than that and I like to play with toys, too.

I put on a black button-down shirt and jeans and a leather jacket as it was pretty chilly out. The restaurant was a short drive for me and I got down there at 6:45 and sat in my car, parked around the corner from the place and I began to get nervous. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve gone on a date, rather than picking up someone to fuck for a night – since my shitty breakup three years ago, I don’t think I have met a guy in a place other than a bar or the gym. This seemed so different.

I saw him walking down the street to my left. He looked stunning – his hair was slicked back and he had a hat on – again looking like someone from another era. He had narrow trousers on with a nice leather jacket that also looked somewhat vintage. Under the jacket I could see what looked like a soft gray sweater, v-neck, with a white tee underneath. I was already thinking of mauling him right here and now. Man, he looked so sexy.

I let him cross to the next corner and watched him disappear around the corner from where I was parked, heading towards the restaurant. It was 5 before 7 o’clock. I didn’t want to be early. I wanted to be 5 minutes late. But I couldn’t wait. I got out of the car and walked pretty quickly behind him. He stopped in front of the place and took out his phone and was looking at something and then I could see he was texting someone. I walked up silently and he looked up just as I got to him.

‘Max! You look great!’ and he put his phone away and kissed me on the cheek.

‘You look incredibly handsome, Scott. I love your hat – it suits you so well. You really have great style,’ realizing I should have stopped right there so as not too sound too over the top.

‘Thanks,’ and I could swear he blushed. ‘Shall we?’ and he held the door open for me and we walked in. This must be another place he hangs at as the bartender nodded at him as we walked by and we found a table in the bar at the back corner.

‘I put my name in for a table – want to have a pint while we wait?’ he got comfortable on his stool.

‘Sounds great, ‘ I said, smiling and he got up and went to the bar. He was talking to the bartender, who looked up and then back at him and smiled. Scott came back with two pints.

‘I know the bartender – I told him I was on a date and he said ‘it’s about time’ and then looked at you and said you were pretty handsome,’ which he kind of whispered across the table.

I’m sure I blushed but I did smile at him and didn’t say anything.

We worked on our pints and talked more about nothing and everything. College, where we’ve lived, traveled, films we like, authors, etc. I was really engaged with him and found out that we had even more in common than I thought. It made me relax about the age difference because our cultural references were so matched. I didn’t feel that old or that unhip all of a sudden.

We hear his name being called for our table finally, and he gestured for me to go ahead of him and a host led us to a booth in the back (did he arrange this, I wondered?) and as I got in the side that faced the back, with the room behind me, he slid in next to me.

‘Can I sit next to you until we get some food?’ and his eyes were so beautiful that he could have asked me to do just about anything at that moment and I would have complied. He took his hat off and put it on the seat across, where he presumably would sit.

He leaned into me and gave me a really soft kiss on the mouth. ‘I’ve wanted to do that all day,’ he whispered. I’m sure I blushed again. I was definitely not used to this sort of treatment.

Our waiter came and we ordered food and two more pints. After he took the menus and walked away, Scott leaned in again to me and kissed me. He touched my face as he kissed me and I could hear a slight murmur from him, too. The heat between us was pretty strong, just from that, and I could feel it all through my body. So of course I was already getting hard, thinking about what he might look like under those clothes. I think he could tell, the way he smiled at me. He sat next to me for a bit, reaching over and putting his right hand on my thigh while he talked to me. I think I will be getting laid, I thought. I hoped I would be getting laid, I thought next.

The food came and he moved across from me. I was sort of quiet while I ate but he kept up the conversation pretty well without me. He seemed to be so well-read and smart – talking about books and writers I’d never heard of; I nodded a lot and smiled and said a few ‘yesses’ where I could.

We finished and it seemed like things were still at an upswing.

‘You know, Max, do you live alone?’ he actually sounded a little nervous.

‘Yes, I do. Did you want to come over? You have roommates, don’t you,’and I smiled.

‘Are you going to take advantage of me?’ and he looked at me coyly.

‘Only if you want me to,’ and tried to hold back my enthusiasm just a bit.

He smiled and put his credit card in the little vinyl folder and the waiter came by and picked it up. He continued to stare at me, smiling, so I did the same. He smiled as the waiter came back and he took the check and signed the receipt and got up, putting his hat back on.

‘Shall we?’ he said and I could see his hands were slightly shaking.

‘Follow me!’ and we walked out and down the street to the corner, not saying anything to each other.

‘Did you drive here, Scott? Did you want to follow me?’ I stopped before my car.

‘Yeah, can you drive me over to my car? It’s on the next block and around the corner,’ and he looked a little nervous again. I decided to clear things up right away.

‘Scott, you’re a little quieter than you were inside. You don’t have to come home with me, you know. Or, if you do, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know,’ and I took his hand in mine as I said that.

‘I’m just kind of nervous. I really want to, honestly, I’m just kind of overwhelmed,’ and he looked down at his shoes. ‘You are so confident and comfortable with yourself,’ he added.

‘Scott, you are an amazing guy. Don’t be nervous with me – I’m pretty much who you see – and I think it’s safe to say that I’m a nice guy. Maybe too nice for my own good. So come over, and we’ll hang out and see what happens. Okay?’ and I amazed myself at what I just said. Maybe being older makes me more self-assured and not scared to take someone home with me. Maybe at 23 he’s just not that experienced, or maybe he thinks he’s getting in over his head.

He nodded and I motioned for him to get in and he did. He was again quiet as we got to his car.

‘Are you sure? You don’t have to come over. We could walk, get coffee, see a movie, or we can say good night. You make the call,’ and I smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

‘I want to come over,’ and he got out. ‘I’ll follow you.’

He did follow me – I was thinking maybe he’d just ditch me at a light because he was just too freaked out. But he stayed behind me through every turn. He parked next to me in the lot at my apartment building. When he got out, I held out my arms and he fell into them, more or less, and I hugged him tightly.

‘You okay?’ I asked and he nodded. He followed me in and up to my place. When we got inside he really seemed a little more freaked out.

‘Scott, really, are you sure you want to stay? You don’t have to. It won’t make me think anything bad about you – I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.’

‘I’m okay, Max. Just sort of mellow and a little nervous. I’m sure I’ll become more relaxed in a few minutes.’

I was beginning to think that I shouldn’t even try to get him in bed with me. I don’t want to scare him off and I don’t want him to think he’s obligated or anything. I got us more beer and purposely didn’t sit right next to him on the couch, but sat across from him with a coffee table between us.

‘You have a really nice place,’ he said.

‘Thanks – I like it here for now.’

‘Why are you sitting over there, Max?’

‘I didn’t want to overwhelm you,’ and I smiled. ‘Did you want me to move over there?’ and he nodded. As soon as I sat down he took my face in his hands and started kissing me, pretty powerfully.

‘Wow! You seem more relaxed now!’ I teased. He sort of looked down with a smile.

‘I’ve never done this – go home with someone. I’ve always dated someone more before that,’ he said, still looking down.

‘Scott, again, don’t feel like anything needs to happen – I wouldn’t think anything of it, except that I’d be excited to see you again,’ and I tried to say that very gently. I was really feeling kind of weird, like maybe he was scared to say no or something. I did not want him to feel like that – I’d feel terrible.

‘Be right back,’ and I went to the bathroom, thinking he could relax for a moment and think about what he wanted to do.

I came back out and he had taken off his jacket, which was a good sign. He looked worried, though, and I could tell he was trying to keep his composure to a more stoic sort of look.

‘Max, before things go any further, I have a big confession to make. I hope you won’t get mad and that we can still do whatever we were going to do anyway. Because I think that it doesn’t make a difference, but…’ he began.

I knew it. He’s probably 17. ‘How old are you?’ Either that was it or…?

‘I’m 19 and still in college,’ he looked down at the floor.

‘Wow. Yeah, that’s a good thing to tell me,’ I looked at him, clearly disappointed in him already.

‘I’m sorry. I thought 23 would sound better because I knew you had to be a bit older,’ he said, still looking down.

I sat down finally, next to him and sighed deeply. Well, he’s not 18, he’s not a minor, he’s young but thinks he acts older? Nineteen does make him that much younger than me – sixteen instead of twelve years? So the vintage store job is more of a hobby.

‘So what are you studying then? English?’

‘Yes. The writing is not a lie,’ he looked up briefly. ‘Do you want me to leave?’

I paused for a moment. He was sexy, he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

‘Does your friend at the wine bar know you’re underage?’

‘Yes, she does. She could get in trouble so please don’t tell. I’ll be 20 next month,’ he looked at me pleadingly.

‘How about the bartender at the pub we ate at?’

‘He has a crush on me and never cards me. ‘

‘How do I ask this…’ I started, ‘have you done this sort of thing before? Get a guy all interested in you and then break the news that you’re barely a grown up?’

‘Not really – I just thought you wouldn’t look at me a second time if you knew. Then kissing you last night made me more excited to see you,’ he looked at me pleadingly.

I walked around my living room for a moment, thinking. I couldn’t decide if the lie bugged me or the actual age bugged me. The little devil on my shoulder was saying, ‘Go on – fuck him!’ while the mature side of me was, ‘He’s too young!’

‘Okay. Stay, please. If you’ve lied about anything else I won’t want to see you, period. Understood?’ Man, I sounded like such a hard ass.

‘Oh, thank you, Max. I promised I haven’t and won’t,’ and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn’t say anything else. I sat on the couch and opened my arms to him. He smiled and stood up and came over to me and sat on my lap and we began kissing, frantically, like our lives depended on it. He put his hands on my face while I held him and ran my hands up and down his back on his shirt. I was already pretty aroused and I don’t know if it’s just him or the idea of being with a young guy – a MUCH younger guy, or maybe both.

He got up so he was kneeling, his legs on either side of me. He started kissing my neck and my ears and he pressed up against me and I could feel that he was pretty hard and I thought, well, this is probably the last chance I have to quit before I rip those clothes off him. He was a great kisser, He pulled away from my lips and put his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a really tight hug.

‘You feel so nice, Max,’ he whispered in my ear.

I lifted him off me and stood up and reached for his hand and I led him down the hall to my bedroom. I could feel his heart beating in his palm, I think. Was I in over my head even more than I thought?

‘You’re not a virgin, are you?’ I said as we entered my room.

‘Um, no…’

‘Because that’s okay – and again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Tell me to stop if you want to,’ and I smiled at him while still holding his hand.

He nodded and smiled. I turned and sat on the edge of my bed and held out my arms again and he stood between my legs and I grabbed him and laid back, pulling him on top of me and began kissing him again. I rolled him over onto his back and sat on top of him.

‘You are so hot, Scott – I’m so wanting to rip your clothes off right now…still okay?’ and I thought, will I keep asking this? But I wanted to give him one last chance to stop before we went too far. I’m not sure I entirely believed him saying no to my question.

He smiled at me and looked in my eyes. I’m usually good at reading eyes but his were either showing me he was scared, about to cry or about to melt in my arms. I’ve given him a bunch of chances, I thought. So I started by pulling his sweater over his head and then his t-shirt while I sat on top of him, his hands on my thighs. He tipped his head up and moaned softly a bit as I got his t-shirt off. Such soft skin, I thought, and I scooted down and began kissing his chest, pausing to suck on his nipples for a while and he kept moaning and tipping his head upwards.

‘Do you like this?’ I said softy.

‘Yes, I do,’ he said sort of under his breath.

I continued but then climbed off him so I was on the side of him. I looked at his gorgeous face while I gently squeezed the fairly large bulge in his trousers. His eyes were beautiful but serious as he looked back at me. He was still quiet but seemed into what I was doing. If he didn’t start to get a bit more frisky with me I planned on stopping.

Just then he sat up and began taking my shirt off. He did a double take when he saw my piercings.

‘Probably unexpected, huh?’ I laughed. ‘You can play with them, pull on them, whatever. I have a high pain tolerance,’ I added.

He smiled and felt them and pulled me back into him and I was on top of him again, this time I positioned myself so my encased hard on was directly pushing into his and he was getting a little more ramped up. I started biting his neck again and breathing into his ear and nibbling on it and he was making a bit more noise. I wanted to see what he’d do next, so I rolled off him and laid down right next to him and squeezed his crotch while I looked at him. He seemed to push himself more into my grasp and then he sat up and got on top of me.

He put both of my arms over my head and held on to my wrists as he began kissing me again and moving his lips down to my neck and then my chest, pausing to look at my piercings again.

‘So I can pull on them a little?’ he sort of whispered.

‘Yeah, I’ll tell you if it’s too much,’ I smiled.

He scooted back and a little and gently took a hoop in his mouth and started to pull back a bit. It felt so amazing, a slowly building pleasure that got more intense. But I held out to see how far he’d go. He pulled just a little harder and I was still okay – he wasn’t even near the low end of my pain tolerance. I moaned a bit to let him know he was doing great; he seemed a bit reluctant to pull back anymore so he let go and went to the other side, pulled on the hoop with his teeth again, fairly slowly. He tried to go just a little past where he went on the other side and I think he was surprised that I hadn’t said anything yet.

‘Yeah, that felt really nice, Scott,’ and I stroked his hair and could feel this silky pomade that he used and I suddenly wanted to slide my cock in and out of his hair while he hovered over me just slightly.

He smiled and moved down a little, squeezing my crotch and looking at me for direction, I thought.

‘Take them off me,’ I said and folded my arms behind my head.

He started to work on the button fly on my jeans, one at a time, and I was about to burst out of them. Is he going slowly to torture me, or because he’s nervous?

He got them open and I lifted my hips so he could take them off me. I was finally down to my boxer briefs and I think he was almost startled and it made me wonder again how much experience he had having sex with men. I sat up on my elbows and took one of his hands and put it on the bulge in my underwear and squeezed his hand so he was squeezing me. He took over and kept massaging me through them.

‘Can I take yours off, too?’ I looked at him coyly.

He turned red and nodded. He lay down and I unbuckled his belt and unhooked the waist on his pants and then slowly opened the zipper and kept an eye on his face to judge his reaction. He was sort of breathing a little harder and had his eyes shut periodically. I got the pants off and he was wearing some really sexy black briefs. I was almost there, I thought. No turning back, Scott. Well, of course I would let him go, I’m not that much of an ass. But he stayed.

I slid one finger under the waistband of his briefs and he moaned again, closing his eyes.

‘Can I take these off, yet?’ and I smiled.

‘Yeah,’ he said softly.

He was amazing. He had beautiful soft blond curls on his pelvis, which framed a beautiful, big meaty cock. He was cut and pretty big, at least I thought . He was dripping a lot of pre cum and I took some on my finger and tasted it while I stared at him. His eyes looked watery. He sat up on his elbows a bit to watch me.

I grabbed his cock with my hand, solidly but I didn’t move it. He moaned rather audibly this time. I leaned down and started to put my tongue on the head of his cock.

‘Um, I don’t think I can last much longer…but I can go again,’ he said this almost apologetically.

‘That’s okay – let me help,’ and he actually sort of laughed.

I plunged his cock into my mouth, going all the way down the shaft to his pelvis. His body jumped and he said ‘Fuck!’ and was clenching his teeth.

I began to stroke him with my mouth, stopping to give his perfect mushroom head a good tongue bath and he was panting and clenching his jaw and watching me, squeezing his eyes shut.

As I deep-throated him again he said ‘Oh, god,’ and I could feel him starting to ejaculate and I kept sucking him, letting his load slide to the back of my throat. I swallowed and kept going and he shot a few more times and then as I kept sucking him, he sat up abruptly and touched my head.

‘Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,’ and I let go of him and he lay back on the pillow with a huge sigh.

‘That was fucking awesome, Max,’ he was still panting a little.

‘Glad you liked it,’ and I crawled over and gave him a kiss.

I let him lay there for a while as I stroked myself again to get up to where I was before. Now it’s my turn, I thought…

‘So Scott, would you let me fuck you?’

‘Um – well, sure!’ he sounded reluctant.

I guess I hadn’t thought of the possibility of him not being as experienced because of his age. But he certainly had the confidence to approach an older man and flirt. Should I probe this a little deeper (bad joke, I know)? Or should I just keep going?

‘Are you sure? You sounded hesitant,’ and he was pretty quiet.

‘Well, I guess I should say that I’m a virgin as far as that goes,’ and he looked down a bit.

‘Wow. Well, maybe we should just hang out and cuddle?’ I thought it would be in bad form to say ‘okay, just get down here and suck my cock then.’

‘No, I think I want to do it. I think you would be the right person – I don’t know why but there’s something about you that makes me feel safe.’

‘Thanks – I’m glad you feel comfortable around me. But, you know, think about it for a bit,’ but I was really thinking ‘oh boy! A virgin!’

‘No, I want to go for it. It’s all I’ve thought about today up until our date. It’s not something monumental in my mind – I want to not make a big deal of it, really,’ and he tried to smile and he kissed me.

‘Have you played with toys ever? We could do that first,’ I offered. I was getting a little worked up in my mind, thinking about getting my tongue in that gorgeous virgin ass. Fuck! I hadn’t had this opportunity in years…

‘Sure – I’m up for anything, teacher!’ and he laughed.

So I got up and went to my dresser and found a great dildo that I bought recently, not too big, not too long, electric purple in color and ribbed. Then I grabbed the tube of lube that was in my nightstand drawer. His eyes followed me around the room and didn’t say anything. Suddenly he looked his age to me. Innocent, still; young, sweet and hot. He’s an adult, I said to myself. Then I froze for a nanosecond.

‘Scott, this will sound really stupid, but can you get me your driver’s license? It’s not that I don’t believe you but it would just make me feel that much better.’

He was silent for a second and then said, ‘Sure, let me get my wallet,’ and he found his pants and took it out.

‘Here,’ and he handed me his wallet.

I dropped the dildo and lube on the bed and opened his wallet. I sighed heavily as I confirmed that, yes, he is only 19, but will be 20 very soon, as he said. I handed it back to him and smiled. ‘Thank you, Scott, I feel better,’ and then I crawled back on the bed and said ‘Now should we have some fun?’ and he grinned at me, holding his cock in his hand and stroking it.

‘Teach away!’ he said, which made me feel funny, slightly, but I knew I’d get over that.

‘Has anyone ever rimmed you?’ and I leered at him, hoping the answer was no.

‘Um, no…’

‘Get up here,’ and I patted the mattress. He got up on all fours and I grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard with both hands and parted his cheeks. I was dizzy with delight looking at his untouched beautiful pink rosebud, just calling to me. I started licking him, from the bottom of his balls all the way to the top. He shuddered as soon as he felt my tongue. I started centering in on his hole, teasing him all the way around it. He started moaning, first much like a whimper and then his voice grew lower and lower and he yelled ‘Oh, fuck!’ as my tongue entered him. His body shuddered some more and his moans were getting louder and more audible. I reached under him and started stroking his cock at the same time. He was already hard and dripping and he got louder at this point, so I thought I’d better stop before he blew his load right then and there.

I stopped and gave him a good slap on the ass and he jumped a bit.

‘Did you like that?’ I peered around to see his face.

‘Fuck! It felt incredible.’ I leaned over and kissed him.

‘Stay where you are,’ and I went to the bathroom and washed the dildo with soap and water and returned to the bed. I kneeled to the side of him while I lubed it up and his eyes grew bigger.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll love it,’ and I smiled.

I went back behind his ass and rimmed him just a little bit more. He was definitely tense. I took the dildo and rubbed it up and down between his cheeks and stopped right at his hole. He was pretty tense.

‘Take a deep breath and kind of bear down just a bit,’ and as he did, I slowly put just the tip of it inside him and he gasped as I started turning it around, back and forth, slowly going in just a tiny bit at a time. He was breathing harder and moaning a lot. I kept going and the dildo was in about half way and he was clearly still nervous but also enjoying it.

Next I started moving it in and out, gently fucking him with it. I reached underneath him and stroked his cock a little while I continued and he was moaning louder and trying to look back to check it out.

‘Does it feel good? Want more?’ and I stopped for a moment, with the dildo still inside him.

‘Yeah, yeah, more,’ he managed to say, and I went back to fucking him with it, this time inching in just a little deeper and thrusting a bit harder.

‘Feel good? New sensations?’ and he let out a big moan and said ‘yes’ right through it. I kept up the momentum and he was starting to enjoy himself.

‘Ready for me, you think?’ and I stopped stroking him momentarily.

‘Um, sure…you have condoms, right?’ his voice sounded shaky.

‘Of course – hang on,’ and I pulled the dildo out and reached over to my nightstand drawer and pulled one out. I was hard again, thinking about ramming my cock into that sweet ass, but I knew I should take it easy and be gentle, at least at first.

I put on the condom and he stayed where he was. I flipped him on his back and he looked at me, maybe wondering what I was doing. I wanted to see his face as I entered him.

I got some more lube and put it on my hand and put it all over the condom. I put it down and went between his legs and grabbed him under the knees and lifted him up a bit. He looked nervous again.

‘I want to see your face when I enter you, Scott. You’re so beautiful,’ and he blushed and smiled at me, still silent. ‘Hold your legs like this,’ and he took over. I paused at the entrance to his hole and looked at him. He was so beautiful, his clear blue eyes looking right at mine. I began to ease my way in and he held his breath for a moment and closed his eyes as I began to go in more. His eyes looked a little wet, and he was biting his lip and staring at me. I went ahead, staring at him and began thrusting slowly in and out of him. I began stroking his cock at the same time and he began moaning and gasping. He closed his eyes again and began twisting and pinching his own nipples. I kept going on, taking over holding his legs back and then pausing while I was inside him to lean into him and kiss him and bite on his nipples myself. He head his chin pointed up in the air and was moaning more and more. I suppose I didn’t have to worry as he was clearly enjoying getting fucked.

‘Fuck! Fuck me harder, Max!’ and I obeyed, fucking him harder, my cock going in all the way where I could feel my pelvis touching the underside of his sac. He began jerking his own cock and I raised up a bit and had a feeling he was going to blow pretty quickly at this point. I stopped for a moment or two while still inside him and took over jerking his cock for a minute while he again grabbed at his own nipples and began moaning much faster and with a higher voice.

‘Oh, god this feels so fucking intense, don’t stop, oh fuck, Max, oh, oh, oh, oh, I think I’m going to come,’ and come he did, ejaculating so forcefully that cum landed on his own face and hair and a lot on his chest. Through all of it he clenched his teeth and his eyes were squeezed shut. At the end, his body loosened up and he fell back deeper into the pillows, panting slightly and smiling.

I leaned into him so I could have a taste of him – I licked up some of his cum and swallowed it – nice and salty-sweet, and then leaned in and kissed him hard so he could also taste himself and he groaned a bit into my mouth and I whispered in his ear, ‘I’m going to fuck you a little more and then come all over you,’ and sat back and he didn’t say a word but smiled at me.

I went back up on my knees and started fucking him again, my own orgasm becoming imminent second by second. At just the right moment I quickly pulled out and pulled the condom off and began jerking my cock pretty fast and aggressively and as I came I let out a big rush of air and a long ‘Ohhhhh’ and I unloaded all that I had on his stomach and chest.

I finished and rolled off him to the side, exhausted and happy.

I laid there quietly for a moment with my eyes shut and reached with my left hand until I found his right hand and I squeezed it in mine and held it. He squeezed me back and then I felt him lean over me and he kissed me softly on the forehead.

I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes and he was so beautiful. His hair hung over his cheekbones and framed his face and the way he looked at me and smiled made me think that he was happy that we went for it.

‘How are you doing?’ I asked softly as I stroked his face with the back of my right hand. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I’m great, Max. Really great,’ he said through his smile and he sounded more confident and sure of himself. ‘Thank you for that – you are incredible,’ and he kissed my forehead again.

I pulled him on top of me and put my arms around him. We gripped each other tightly for a moment and then rolled over on his side to my left and put his head on my shoulder and his arm across my stomach. We fell asleep, just like that.

I woke up an hour or so later and he was still on me, sleeping pretty soundly. I gently moved him over and grabbed the blanket off the floor and looked at his body for a few moments before I put it on us. I kissed him on the forehead and looked at his angelic face and his sweet long eyelashes as he slept. Should I try to see him more? Will he want to see old me more? I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself, I thought. Take each moment at a time.

I slept pretty soundly and woke up around 6:30 a.m. and he wasn’t next to me. Fuck, he left, I thought, as I looked around and didn’t see his clothes on the floor any longer.

I went into the bathroom and there was a note perched on the sink, notebook paper folded. I read it and it made me smile.

— Max, I had such an incredible night. You are such a fantastic lover and made me feel so great and so comfortable. Thank you, thank you for the gift you gave me. I hope I can see you again and that you would be comfortable going out with me, now that you know my true age. I hope the answer is yes because I think you are wonderful. I had to leave because I have an 8 a.m. class this morning and I needed to get home to grab some books. Will you call me? I hope so. XOXO Scott –

I did my morning routine and went to work, unable to get him off my mind. I texted him as soon as I got settled in at my desk.

— Scott, free for lunch? If not, tell me if I can see you today. I’m thinking about you and our night last night. XOXO Max –

It was almost a half-hour before I got a return text. During that half-hour I sweated and tried to concentrate on work email. I finally got the reply:

— Max, meet me at the library after work? I have back to back classes until 2. Can’t wait to see you XO Scott –

I went to the library after work and found him, at his usual table, working again on his laptop. He smiled up at me as he saw me walking towards him. I sat down right next to him and whispered ‘Hey, gorgeous. How are you?’ and I squeezed his hand. He smiled again and said ‘Fine, really fine. I’m almost done with my homework. Can you hang out with me until I’m done? Then we can do something?’

I nodded at him and smiled, getting up to find a book or two to browse. As I was making a selection, the handsome librarian walked briskly by me and whispered under his breath ‘lucky man’ and as he passed me he looked back and gave me a wink.

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After our dads said that they would have to talk over our request, they headed into the cabin. Brad and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

We eased up to a window and listened.

‘What are we going to do, Mark?’ Dad asked. ‘I damn sure didn’t want them to find out, especially like this.’

‘I know. Our plans of them going off to college and us moving in together and saying we were just roommates to cut expenses is useless now.’

‘That’s minor now. What are we going to do about the wanting to try gay sex with us?’

‘Jim, if they are curious about it they’re going to do it with someone. Personally, I’d feel better is it was with us. Who knows what a stranger might do with them.’

‘I fully understand and agree with that, but damn-it, those are our own sons.’

‘I know. That’s what makes this so fucking hard. One part of me says to do it to protect them, yet another part says don’t do it.’

‘Same with me,’ Dad said.

‘Jim, let’s both take time to think it over today and tonight and discuss it again tomorrow.’

‘That sounds like a good idea.’

We hurried away from the window and down to the lake. Dad and Mark joined us here and told us of their decision.

Looking at them, I asked, ‘Can we all at least jerk off together later?’

There was a pause before Mark said, ‘I’m game only if Jim agrees to it.’

‘Yea, I guess we could do that,’ Dad said.

We swam a while and later had dinner. After dinner was over, we lit a fire and sat around it. After a few minutes, Brad and I took the lead and began fondling our cocks. They quickly began to stiffen. Dad and Mark watched, and as their own cocks began to stiffen, they both reached down and started stroking. Soon, all four of us were stroking away, all aiming for a climax.

We sat around the fire in an arc, first dad, then me, Brad and finally Mark.

I climaxed first, shooting several large volleys out onto my chest and stomach before it began to subside.

‘Damn, son,’ Dad said, just a second before he himself began shooting large volleys our onto his chest and stomach.

Brad and Mark had watched and seconds later they both climaxed just a second apart, they too erupting out onto their chest and stomachs.

‘Shall we all hit the lake?’ Dad said after we had all returned to normal breathing.

We did and after washing up, we returned to our chairs and after sitting down, Brad said, ‘Can I ask a question?’

‘Sure,’ his dad replied.

‘Well, when we saw you sucking each other, it appeared that you came in each others mouth. Did you really swallow it?’

‘Yes, we did,’ Mark answered.

‘Is it safe to do that?’ I asked.

‘Yes, it is, son,’ Dad replied. ‘Semen is just pure protein.’

‘We just wondered,’ Brad said.

The next morning after breakfast, Dad and Mark sat us down and gave us their decision.

‘Boys,’ Mark began, ‘we’ve made our decision. We know that since your curious about man-to-man sex, if we we’re not the ones to initiate you, you might possibly end up trying it with someone that might do you harm. We don’t want to take the chance of that happening.’

Dad spoke up saying, ‘We want you two to fully understand that if at anytime you want to stop whatever is going on, just say so and we will stop immediately.’

‘We understand and agree,’ I replied.

‘Now, it’s in your court. You tell us what you want to try and when,’ Mark said.

As Brad and I sat next to each other on the bench at the picnic table, I said, ‘We want to see what it’s like to get sucked.’

‘Right now?’ they asked together.

‘Yea,’ we replied.

They looked at each other as Brad and I began getting hard.

‘Spread your legs,’ Dad said.

We did and our respective dads knelt between our knees. Simultaneously, they took our stiffening cocks into their mouth and we gasped at the surreal sensation. They began pistoning on up and down on our cocks, taking more and more into their mouths until they were swallowing all of our cock. We could see that they were both rock hard.

As they sucked, they both looked up into our eyes. It was fucking unreal to watch our cocks going in and out of our own dad’s mouths. We turned to each other and began tongue kissing as our dads watched.

They took their time, sucking us lovingly, but being young and always horny, it didn’t take either of us long to climax. We watched as both our dads eagerly swallowed our thick nectar.

As they both pulled off, I said, ‘Man, that was fucking awesome. A lot more satisfying than jerking off. I loved it.’

‘Fucking right,’ Brad added.

‘It looks like you two could use he same relief,’ I said.

‘You sure?’ Mark asked.

‘Yep’ we replied and old them to take our places on the bench.

They did and we knelt between their knees. After looking at each other, we lifted their cocks and slid the heads into our mouths. Following their lead, we did the same to them and soon we, too, had our noses buried in their pubic hair.

‘This is fucking unreal,’ Dad said.

‘Is it ever!,’ Mark added.

We did our best to service them as they had serviced us. As we looked up into their eyes, we saw them kiss as we had done. We continued sucking our dad’s cocks and soon we heard them moaning softly and saw their breathing get heavier. We knew that they were close. Seconds later dad climaxed and huge volleys of hot salty-sweet cum began filling my mouth. Glancing sideways, I could tell that Brad was also receiving his dad’s load.

We both collected it all, then after pulling off, we looked up into our dad’s faces and swallowed. They smiled.

I leaned up and pulled dad toward me and kissed him passionaely. Seeing me, Brad did the same.

After a long passionate kiss, we seperated and Dad asked, ‘Well?’

‘I can’t speak for Brad, but it was a hundred times better that I had ever imagined. I loved it and want to do it again.’

‘I agree one hundred percent,’ Brad added.

‘Well, I know I enjoyed the hell out of it,’ Mark said.

‘Better that your lover?’ Brad asked.

‘Close,’ Mark replied.

Brad looked at me and asked, ‘Next time, Rex, let’s trade dads.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ I replied.

‘Holy fuck,’ Mark said, ‘what have we created?’

‘Two sons that are finding their true selves,’ Dad answered.

The rest of the morning, kisses between the four of us was open and frequent, as was groping.

After lunch, Brad and I nodded to each other and as he walked up to dad, I walked up to Mark. We both dropped to our knees and sucked each others dad off and swallowed. Afterward, they sucked us off.

‘I think this is going to be the best campout ever,’ I said. Everyone agreed.

After another swim, more kissing, and dinner, we looked at our dads and told them that we wanted to sit back and watch them have sex, doing everything that they enjoyed. They agreed.

We went inside and sat near the bed as both our dads lay on it. They began kissing, then dad filpped and they got into a sixty-nine. Before climaxing, they stopped and returned to kissing.

Then, dad lay on his back and pulled his legs up. Mark leaned down and began licking and tongue fucking dads ass. Then after just a few minutes, he got into position and slid his cock up dads ass as dad moaned in pleasure. Soon, Mark climaxed up dads ass and after pulling out, Dad ate his ass and fucked him.

When the finished, they turned to us just in time to see Brad and I began a sixty-nine. They sat up and cuddled on the bed watching us. After we climaxed, and swallowed, dad said, ‘I think you two will become even better friends.’

‘Definitely,’ Mark said.

We talked andasked how long they had been having sex and the details of how it all started. they openy told us everything.

‘Well,’ I began, ‘Brad and I have talked and we agree hat you two need to go ahead and move in together. The sooner the better. We see how much you care for each other.’

‘You boys mean that?’ Mark asked.

‘Yes. We’re both in agreement on that.’

That night, Brad and I had another sixty-nine in our tent but not before eating our first ass. We both agreed that we totally loved it and everything we had done so far. From that night on, we turned our seperate sleeping bags into one large one.

The next day both our dads said it felt strange having sex in front of us and watching us have a sixty-nine in front of them.

We convinced them that for the rest of the trip, any of us could have sex in front of any of the others.

For the next three days, there was lots of kissing and sucking and we saw our dads fucking each other a few times.

Thentoward the end of the first week, we told our dads we wanted to fuck them and get fucked. Surprisingly, they agreed, but warned us that the first few times it would hurt like hell starting out. We said that we understood.

They took us into the cabin and had us lay on the bed. They lubed us up and began working our asses with their fingers. After a while they said it was time and we could cry out if we wanted to, and if it was too bad to tell us and they’d stop. We had already agreed that neither of us would tell them to stop.

They both entered us and as the head of their cocks entred, we both cried out in pain. They ook their time, and soon they were both balls deep in our asses. After pausing a moment, they began to slowly piston in and out of our asses as we moaned in pain. However, the pain rapidly turned to pleasure and we were both telling them how great if felt and that we wanted them to cum up our asses. They soon did and it was awesome and we told them so.

After they pulled out, Mark looked at us and said, ‘Now it’s your urn to experience the pleasure we jus had. Fuck us.’

They got into position and we did, as both of them were saying for us to fuck them hard. Soon, Brad and I filled our dads asses with our cum.

Needless to say, afterwrd there was lots of kissing all around.

That night, Brad and I fucked each other and i was awesome.

the rest of the campout was mainly sex. Mark and I would fuck and suck while Brad and dad did the same. Brad and I would sixty-nine on the grassy lawn with Dad and Mark doing the same thing right next to us. We’d even frequently have a ‘daisy chain’. I’d suck Mark while he sucked Brad who was sucking dad and dad sucking me.

After our return to civilization, dad and I lived nude and did Brad and Mark. The four of us were frequently together and when we were there was sex. When we weren’t ogether dad and I had sex as did Brad and Mark.

A month before Brad and I left for college, Mark sold his house and he and Brad mooved in with dad and I.

In college, Brad and I had our own apartment, and for appearances, we had a two bedroom apartment. However,only one bed was used. However, every summer, we took two weeks vacation and went back to the cabin where everything began.

At the end of our sophomore year we announced to dad and Mark that we were lovers. They were thrilled.

We graduated in accounting and went to work for the same company. After six years, Dad and Mark both retired from their positions asofficers in their companies with nice retirements. They had combined their savings and decided to finance us starting our own accounting firm.

Before long, Bad and I purchased a tract of wooded property outside of town. We cleared enough in the center to build a home for the four of us. It was basically two two-bedroom houses together. we all lived their nude and each had our own friends over. Both our friends and well as theirs hought it was wild that a father and son were lovers with a father and son.

That was six years ago and dad and Mark live the easy life and Brad and I make sure they do. We are all deeply still in love with our partners and ith each other.

And it all started with one campout with two fathers and their sons.

THE END

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