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  • The Work Farm

    Hey there! my name is Ned Timermeyer, I am twenty five now, but this is the story of something that happened back when I was just seventeen, almost eighteen.

    I was a rebel, a nobody that wanted to be a somebody.

    Problem was that I had no one to be my mentor, or guide thru those years of life.

    My old man ran off with another bitch when I was a kid, never saw him again, and my mother was doing her best working two jobs to make ends meet My sister and I just sorta grew up on the poorer side of town, just growing up, instead of someone taking the time to raise us properly.

    During these years things were tough, I had to learn to fight for survival, especially in the area of town were we lived.

    I was a young man, leaning on my own wits, and self, learning everything I learned from the streets.

    When I was just fifteen I learned the art of getting paid to have sex with these old geezers in the mens rooms at malls and Parks. Hell it was a way to make a few bucks, $20. bucks for giving some fart a good head job.

    I wasn’t in love with what I was doing, just in need mostly, but then I met this one dude that was a business man, married truthfully I went to high school with his son, I knew him but he didn’t know me.

    Well I was taken into a mens room at a park and there I was taught the pleasures of someone else sucking my cock, I loved it, hell, he paid me $50 bucks.

    Well time went on and I got into this sort of gang, we weren’t bad, just not good.

    But I was in the car when they pulled over into a service station and told me to wait in the car that Friday night.

    I waited for them to come out with the coke they had promised me, and I watched as they came running out in a fast pace and hopped in the car and we took off like a bat out of hell.

    I was wondering what was going on, when Tommy, the owner of the car turned around and said, ‘Sorry I forgot your coke but I got something a lot better, with this we can buy a lot of coke.’

    Then he showed me a bag full of money and his gun, he had robbed the Service Station at gunpoint, ‘HOLY SHIT’ armed robbery, now we were in for it.

    Well the cops caught up with us in about twenty minutes and had us in custody, and of course I was guilty by association.

    I did get a public Defender and he made a plea for my part, and for some reason the Judge believed me, that I was just with them and not part of what the older guys did.

    But I was still with them in the car so I was sentenced to two years and had to work out my time on a state work farm.

    We arrived at the Farm about four thirty that Friday afternoon, were stripped and of course ogled as we bent over and spread our asses and felt groping fingers of the intake guards checking for contraband that might be shoved up our assholes. Hell we even had to pull our foreskins back to show we had nothing hidden under our foreskins.

    I felt so intimadated by all this.

    I was sent to boys house #4 there on the Farm, and had to report to the head boy.

    The head boy was a good looking guy of about twenty, his name was Danny, he was very handsome, powerfully built from years of work on the farm, and he was sort of quiet, meek, and I was drawn to him, he took me under his wing so to speak, and told me to be careful that I was fresh meat and a couple of the older boys there would try to have their way with me sexually.

    Now I was not a dummy, I was street smart, but these guys were strong, from hard farm work, and horny all the time, I had not until this time been anally penetrated and wasn’t looking forward to having my asshole assulted against my will.

    In time I might give it up to someone that I might choose, I Knew I could handle sucking just about anyone off, but I wanted to give my asshole to someone of my choosing.

    I had been there about five days and was feeling the eye of several of the older guys, I felt they were planning to take action upon me soon.

    I tried to stay close to Danny but it was almost impossible for me, he was always busy with some project.

    It was late one afternoon, when I was standing next to a box of wood, we were chopping for the wood stove in the cafeteria, when I felt a hand go over my mouth and about four or five hands grabbed me put a blindfold on my face and gagged me.

    I was pulled into a shed out of sight and I felt my clothes being taken from my body.

    I was being bent over a box of something, I couldn’t see, and I felt this wet slimy stuff being put on my asshole and then I felt a couple fingers shove it into my ass, as I heard several voices saying who would be first.

    I was still gagged and I felt someone grab the hair on the back of my head and I felt a horrible pain in my asshole as one of the guys who must have had a cock the size of a horse, without mercy, or care, shoved it full length to the balls into my asshole, I thought my asshole would split open as I tried to scream from the pain, but it was impossible with the gag.

    I just layed over bit my lip, and hardened myself to the fact that I was getting fucked whether I wanted it or not.

    I felt at least six different cocks that afternoon, all fucking me and blasting cum deep inside my body, I knew I would shit cum for a month, but as aweful as it was there was something that was happeing to me, by the time they were finished I found myself trutly enjoying getting fucked and I even shot my load as they took their pleasure out on my asshole.

    Danny was extremely mad about it when he found out, and vowed revenge.

    That night Danny had me come over to his bunk and I crawled into his bunk with him. Danny was just cuddling and petting me and trying to console me but I was alright.

    I found myself enjoying feeling Dannys body next to mine, and I was getting turned on as we lay there together.

    I rolled over next to Danny and began to rub around on his naked upper body, I was so turned on, I felt that tingling down deep inside, and my mind went back to that day, being fucked, and I wanted a cock in my asshole again.

    Before long I let my hand slide down to Danny’s crotch and felt a thick cock, Fuck, Danny was not only hung, but bone hard.

    I wanted it, I told Danny I wanted to show my thanks for all he had done, so I slid his briefs down and leaned over and began by licking his thick egg sized nuts, I loved that thick pubic bush and his hairy legs, and his moans told the story of whether he as enjoying it or not.

    I then slid my tongue upward to his cock head and felt it flex out tight against my tongue, I began to lick on the rim of its head like an ice cream cone, making Danny writhe with pleasure and moan, it was so sexy sounding.

    I had sucked guys for money before, but this time is was for appreciation and gratitude to Danny, and because I wanted to.

    I sucked his thick cock, feeling his hands on my shoulders squeezing and rubbing the back of my head, as I deep throated his awesome cock. Danny was totally enjoying my cock sucking skills.

    But before it was over that night I wanted to feel that feeling I had felt when I got fucked.

    I made sure Danny’s cock was wet with saliva and Pre-cum as I climbed up on top of Danny’s body, and I took his cock to the balls into my asshole and began to hump his cock like a sex maniac.

    I felt like I was in heaven with Dannys cock buried deep in my asshole, and I was not going to be happy untill I felt that warmness of his seed being deposited into my intestines. Hearing his sounds of pleasure as he unloaded, feeling his body convulse and shake with the shear pleasure of his awesome manly climax.

    I worked his cock like a fine tuned instrument, with my anal muscles, and his cock felt like it was getting harder and thicker and I felt his body pull me down to his as he started slathering me with kisses and I felt that feeling of his cock spasming deep inside my body, filling me with shot after shot of his cum, it was awesome.

    Danny lay there like a dead man, getting his strength back and getting his wind.

    I lay to the side reveling in the joy of having brought Danny some pleasure.

    I guess Danny knew the art of pleasureing a guy too, after having been in that place for almost eight years, but he leaned over took my still hard cock and began to lick and suck like it was the most natural thing to do, he was good, very good at it, and I came in about three minutes and Danny swallowed every drop, it was fabulous.

    Nothing was said between Danny and I that night.

    We just cuddled and went to sleep, I woke Danny up to a blowjob the next morning, needless to say he loved it.

    It was about a week later that Danny came dragging one of the boys that had fucked me that day back into a tool shed, he made him get down on his hands and knees, and I got to fuck his ass untill I pulled out and came in his face, in retaliation for what he had done.

    I loved it, and so it went untill I had gotten back at everyone of the guys that had done the deed with me.

    But in truth I really wanted to thank them, because they brought me into something I have enjoyed since that first day.

    I love a good hard cock deep inside of my body, whether it is in my throat or up my ass. As long as we both enjoy ourself who’s business is it anyway.

    As for me and Danny we are still what you call intimate but Buddies

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  • The Barber

    I had been going to Dave’s Barber Shop with my dad since I was eight. Dave ran the shop with his business partner, Bob, and dad would only let Dave cut my unruly hair.

    We always went on Saturday mornings, and I’d see Dave junior sweeping up the hair trimmings. He was about fourteen then. When I was 11 Bob passed away and when asked if he was going to get another barber, Dave always answered, ‘That chair is for Junior when he graduates barber college.’

    After entering my teens, I realized I was gay and now Junior, as everyone called him, looked extremely appealing to me. I had began my sexual adventures with my best friend and loved sucking cock, taking the cum, and getting fucked. I wanted Junior but he wasn’t at the shop very often.

    Then just after my seventeenth birthday, I passed the shop and saw a sign in the window announcing that Junior would join Dave in two weeks. I was excited and planned to switch to Junior as my barber.

    I needed a haircut but waited until Junior arrived. When I arrived at the shop, there was a sign on the door asking patrons to not call him Junior any longer and he prefered to be called by his middle name, Luke.

    As I walked in, Dave looked up and said, ‘Hey, Mark. I’ll be with you shortly.’

    ‘Thanks, Dave, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll give Luke a try.’

    ‘Sure,’ Dave replied.

    Luke finished his customer and called me over.

    ‘You can’t be Mark Jacobs, that skinny little kid that used to come in here with his dad,’ Luke said, shaking my hand.

    ‘One in the same,’ I replied.

    ‘Damn, look at you now. You’ve undoubtedly been working out.’

    ‘Yea,’I said, sitting down in the chair. ‘I go to the gym three times a week and play football at school.’

    ‘How old are you now?’

    ‘I turned seventeen about a month ago. I’ll be a senior in school this coming year.’

    ‘I still can’t believe that you’re that same kid,’ he said as he began cutting my hair.

    He was standing right next to the arm of the chair and with my hand hidden under the cover, I let it drop down and brush against the front of his trousers. He casually stepped back and into another position. However, I did notice a slight smile cross his handsome face.

    Luke was extremely well built also, with medium bown hair and emerald green eyes. He also wore a neatly trimmed short moustache and goatee.

    I began going in for haircuts more regularly, always waiting for Luke, and each time trying my best to get my hand near his cock. I started going in just before closing time and was usually his last customer.

    He always greeted me by name and with a big wide smile. He would take his time cutting my hair while we talked baseball, football, or camping.

    If I happened to run into him at one of the local burger joints, if he was alone, he always asked me to join him, which I did.

    Then, about a month before my eighteenth birthday, things changed.

    On one Saturday when I wen in there was a customer just getting into his chair.

    ‘Hey, Mark, have a seat. It will be a few minutes.’

    ‘No problem. I’m in no hurry.’

    Turning to his dad, he said, ‘Dan, you can lock up and go on home if you want to. After I finish with Mark, I’ll clean everything up.’

    ‘You sure, son? I am kind of tired today.’

    ‘Yea. Get out of here.’

    Luke is what is called a late life child. Luke was born when his dad was in his late forties and an now getting up in age.

    Dave left and and locked the door as he did, turning around he ‘Closed’ sign and partially closed the blinds on he front window.

    Luke finished his customer and let him out and as he relocked the door he said, ‘Your turn.’

    I stepped up to the chair and sat down. It was the first time Luke and I had been alone. My heart raced with excitement.

    ‘You got a birthday coming up don’t you?’ he asked as he draped the cover over me.

    ‘Yea, in three and a half weeks.’

    ‘You got any plans for the big day you turn eighteen?’

    ‘Nah. It’s on a Thursday and mom and dad boh have to work on Friday. As far as I know we’re just going out to dinner.’

    ‘That will be nice,’ he said as he began cutting my hair. As I had done many times before I let my hand slide off the arm of the chair and approach his crotch. I was shocked when he didn’t change positions as he had always done in the past.

    Instead, he stood still. I let my hand move closer and actually felt a bulge in his pants. As my hand rested against it, I could feel it getting much harder. He acted as if nothing was happening.

    He casually moved around to the other side where I already had my hand in place. He stepped up and pressed his crotch against my hand. I rubbed it gently with the back of my fingers and felt it stiffen.

    As he finished up, he asked, ‘So, any plans for the weekend after your birthday?’

    ‘Nothing so far,’ I replied.

    ‘Hummmm,’ he said. I as curious as to what he was thinking, but didn’t ask.

    I was so turned on, I needed sex from someone. I went to he smaller truckstop on the edge of town. There was a glory hole in the restroom and I knew I could find sex there.

    I had been there about twenty minutes when I heard the door open and a guy come in going straight to the stall next to me. He dropped his jeans and went right to work playing with his cock, making sure I could see him.

    I motioned him to put it through the hole and as he did, I swallowed it. He moaned softly and after a minute or so pulled back and said, ‘Follow me out to my rig.’

    I did and up in his sleeper we both stripped and had hot sex. He was thirty, married and loved all male sex. We kissed, cuddled, and had a hot sixty-nine. All the while though, I was thinking of Luke.

    On the Wednesday before my birhday, he came by my house and asked to speak with my dad, privately. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to tell my dad about me feeling him up but if he was, why did he wait so long to do it.

    After about thirty minutes or so, he and dad emerged. Luke was smiling broadly as he looked at me.

    ‘You still have no plans for this weekend?’ he asked.

    ‘No, why?’ I asked cautiously.

    ‘Well, I’ve been talking with your dad. We have all known each other for years and although I’m twenty-four, I almost look at you like the little brother I never had. I asked ahd he said it was up to you if you wanted to do it but I thought for your birthday, I’d take you camping up on the lake for your birthday. We own some property up there we can camp on.’

    ‘Hey man, are you serious?’

    ‘I sure am. It will be my birthday present to you.’

    ‘Man, I’d love it.’

    ‘Great. I’m taking Saturday off and since were closed on Mondays, we can leave Friday after we close the shop unless I leave early. Be ready and I’ll call you and let you know what time I’ll pick you up.’

    ‘Damn, this is awesome,’ I said. ‘Oops, sorry dad.’

    Dad was laughing and said,’Forget it, son. Luke has also asked my permission to let you have a few beers while your there. I’ve given him my approval as long as you are not in public or driving.’

    ‘Oh, man, thanks.’

    ‘You’ve had a beer with me before so I don’t see why you can’t have a few there.’

    Smiling, Luke said, ‘See you Friday afternoon, bro.’

    ‘I’ll be ready,’ I said.

    I couldn’t believe that I was going to get to spend the entire weekend with Luke. I wondered if I’d get to see him nude if we showered or bathed in the lake.

    Friday morning I packed my hings and waited anxiously for Luke’s call. The phone rang about four and it was him.

    ‘You ready?’ he asked.

    ‘Fuck yea,’ I said since I was home alone.

    ‘I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I just came home to change.’

    ‘I’ll be waiting,’ I replied.

    I called dad and told him that Luke was on his way and he said to have fun but whatch how much I drank. I said I would.

    I locked he door and was waiting by the curb when Luke pulled up in his truck, the back loaded with camping gear and two large ice chest filled with food and beer.

    Luke was wearing shorts and a tank top, revealing that his chest was hairy. If he only knew how hairy chest turned me on.

    ‘When we get there, we need to set up camp before it gets too late,’ he said.

    ‘You just tell me what to do,’ I replied.

    We talked as he drove to their private property on the lake.

    ‘When we get things set up, make yourself comfortable. There won’t be anyone around but you and me. If you want, you can go skinny dipping in the lake.’

    ‘Really?’ I asked. ‘You ever do it?’

    ‘Nearly every time I go up there although I’m usually alone when I’m there.’

    ‘I bet that’s fun.’

    ‘It is but it’s also nice to have someone else there to talk to.’

    When we arrived he handed me a key to the gate and said to lock it back after he pulled through. I did and after following a winding path throught he woods we arrived at the lake where there was a large grassy area.

    We immediately unloaded the truck and set up camp. As we did, Luke removed his tank top and I got to see his muscular hairy chest.

    ‘You must work ou also,’ I said.

    ‘Yea, when I can,’ he replied. ‘Whay don’t yu take off your tee shirt and let me see how you’re built.’

    I did and once it was off he said, ‘Nice. Very nice.’

    We went out and collected fire wood and just before dark we prepared some sandwichs for dinner.

    After eating, we built a fire and talked about what I was going to major in at college, while enjoying a few cold beers.

    About nne we put out the remains of the fire and went to bed. He had brought two sleeping bags for the tent. We stripped to our briefs and after slipping into our respective sleeping bags he said, ‘Get some rest. for some reason out here you tend to wake up early, or at least I do.’

    I lay there while before finaly drifting off to sleep. Luke was right. I was awake when he began to stir. Thinking I was still asleep, he got up and eased out of the tent still in his briefs. I got up and followed and found him off at the edge of the clearing, taking his morning piss. I stepped up next to him and did the same, noticing him glance over at my cock.

    Remaining in his briefs, he began making coffee, and getting things ready to prepare breakfast.

    Soon the coffee was ready and we each poured a cup. As I drank mine, I said I’d cook breakfast. He agreed and went to one of the chairs we had brought.

    Soon we were enjoying a hot reakfast and together we cleaned things up. I poured another cup of coffee and went and sat down, watching he morning sun glisten on the mirror smooth lake.

    After pouring himself another cup he walked over to the other chair and after setting his cup on the ground, he slid his briefs down and off, tossing them aside.

    Seeing the surprise in my face, he said, ‘Mark, when I’m here I always go nude.’ Then grasping his cock he added, ‘And besides, you’ve been after his thing for a year now.’

    I could feel my face turning red, not knowing what to say.

    Still looking at me he said, ‘Well, now’s your chance. It’s all yours.’

    ‘Are you serious?’ I asked nervously.

    ‘Yes, I am. You won’t be the first guy to have it and probably not the last. I enjoy having it worked on. Do whatever you want.’

    I looked at the steadily rising cock and slowly got out of my chair. Stepping up to him, I slowly grasped his beautiful eight inch cut cock then dropped o my knees, swallowing the hard tool.

    He moaned softly then said ‘Happy birthday, Mark.’

    I sucked slowly and lovingly and after a while brought him to a roaring climax.

    While I had been sucking him, my own cock became rock hard and was halfway out of my briefs. As I pulled off of his cock he said, ‘Man, that was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. You can do it again anytime you want.’

    I stood and he looked down at my half exposed cock. ‘Now, it’s my turn.’

    I was stunned when he dropped to his knees and pulled down my briefs. As he pulled them down he swallowed my hard tool. I moaned in pleasure and surprise. I knew immediately that it wasn’t his first time sucking cock.

    Soon, he had me on the edge of my climax and he knew it. He began sucking more eagerly and when I climaxed, he hungriy swallowed my offering.

    When he stood up, he looked at me, smiled and said, ‘Fuck, that was better than I could have ever dreamed.’

    ‘Luke, if you’re into guys also, why didn’t you do something earlier?’

    ‘Mark, I wanted to but I have one rule I never break. Even though seventeen is legal, I never go with a guy until he’s eighteen.’

    ‘I’ve wanted you since before you started in the shop,’ I told him.

    ‘Well, when you came in that first time after I started, I wanted you but didn’t know if anything woud develop. Then when you tied to feel me, I knew it would happen. That’s why I asked your age.’

    He asked when I started and how and after I filled him in, I asked him about his beginning.

    ‘I was in my junior year of high school. I was working out after school in the gym one afternoon. Coach Roberts and another guy came in and ent into coach’s office. I heard strange sounds and went to investigate. I eased up to the window and peeked in. They were both naked and coach was on his knees sucking the other guy. I coninued watching and saw the ther guy start sucking coach.’

    ‘Fuck, you mean Coach Roberts is gay?’

    ‘Oh, yea. As I was watching, I got rock hard and slid my shorts and jock down and started jerking. Coach saw me and screamed for me to get my ass in his office. I was scared so I went in. Coach said it was obvious that watching them turned me on so he told me to strip and come closer so I could get a better look. I did and he told the other guy to keep sucking. He did and coach reached out and started stroking me. He had the guy stop and then he knelt and started sucking me. I loved it and then he let the other guys suck me. Coach then took over again and got me off and kissed the other guy, and shared my cum. Then coach had me suck both of them off. Said he wanted to have some insurance so I wouldn’t tell anyone. I sucked them both and swallowed both. I knew right then I loved cock.’

    ‘Did you ever get with coach again?’

    ‘Oh yea, regularly. He is the one that introduced me to fucking.’

    ‘Did you ever find out who the other guy was?’

    ‘Oh, I knew. I recognized him but pretended I didn’t. It was Max Sims dad.’

    ‘No shit!! The police chief?’

    ‘Yep.’

    ‘Mother Fuck!’ I replied.

    He leaned over and we kissed passionately. After the kiss he smiled and said, ‘We can stay nude all weekend and have all the sex we want. And I promise, there will be a lot more of these campouts.’

    ‘Fuck, I sure hope so.’

    The rest of the day we kissed frequently and fondled each other which usually ended up in a sixty-nine. That evening after dinner by the light of the campfire, we fucked each other.

    We had several campouts over that summer. When I started at the local college, Luke asked me if I would like to move in with him. He had his own two bedroom apartment near the college.

    I began working on mom and dad, saying I wanted to be on my own and that Luke had offered to ‘rent’ me his spare bedroom which was closer to the campus.

    After they talked to Luke and he assured them that he’d make sure that I studied, they finally gave in. I lived with Luke for the four years I was in college, sharing his bed every night.

    On some weekends, we’d go to the lake camping and he ould invite one or two of his buds to join us or I would invite a couple of my gay classmates.

    I graduated and after graduation, Luke asked me to be his lover. I readily accepted.

    His parents had passed away by them and the shop was his. He brought in a guy he’d been to barber college with who was also gay and had a lover. the four of us became close friends, frequently going to dinner together.

    I came out to mom and dad and i was a shock to them but they accepted it once they saw how happy I was with Luke. They loved Luke like a son, and totally accepted him into the family. It took a while but the got used to seeing us kiss casually in front of them.

    We’ve been together six years and couldn’t be happier. My parents have passed away and Luke and I moved into their house, now mine.

    It’s strange how life works between our youth and aduot years.

    THE END

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  • Saigon

    I was nearly ready, very close to coming. Nguyen had already come. I had felt him stiffen, knowing he was about to come, and had put my hands under him, raising his belly off the sheets with the palm of one hand and encasing his hard cock with the other and stroking him until he had spilled his seed. And then I had taken him by the waist and lowered his midsection on the mattress again and resumed my slow, deep stroking inside him. I covered his brown little body with mine, my arms laced up under his arm pits, my legs covering his with his feet hooked on my lower calves, my lips buried in the hollow of his neck when he wasn’t turning his lips to mine.

    Mosquitoes buzzed angrily against the protective netting that covered my bed, centered in the room to catch whatever cross breeze could be captured in the hot, humid Vietnamese night. The rain was coming down in sheets outside the bungalow, sounding like the low roar of a train passing by in the distance. Candles flickered in the corner of the room, their light being reflected and scattered by the slowly churning ceiling fan above the foot of the bed. A gecko ran across the top of the headboard, stopping momentarily to watch the fucking and then go its merry way.

    I turned my head and looked up into the roof of the canopied bed at the mirror I’d had installed when I took Nguyen on as my lover – when he had introduced me to the pleasures of man sex in Southeast Asia – so much more sensuous and guilt free than I had known before – and I became besotted with watching my larger, muscled body, working his lithe, little brown one or his succulent mouth working my cock before I took him. Appearing in the mirror to have full control, to be ravishing a small, powerless man, but knowing all along that Ngyuen was the experienced one, the one who was in full control.

    I concentrated hard as I watched myself in the mirror – me holding every part of him still, with only my butt cheeks expanding and contracting, listening for the moan, watching for the moment that Nguyen’s hips began to rotate, when his butt cheeks slowly moved in rhythm with mine, nothing else on our bodies moving, knowing that my cock was buried deep inside him. Watching for the moment of my release and the effect it had on his body, the expression on his face, half turned to where I could see it, his cheek rubbing the fine, moist cotton of the pillow casing.

    Nguyen gave a little cry as my flow started, and I thought I heard another sound simultaneously – a rustling or a scraping outside the bedroom window of my Saigon bungalow. Maybe both. There shouldn’t be anything stirring out there in the downpour. All of the usual night creatures out there knew to just wait a quarter hour and the rain would stop and they could come out onto the fetid earth of their playground once more.

    ‘Shh, little one,’ I whispered, and I placed my hand over his mouth to stifle further noise. ‘I think I heard something.’

    Nguyen’s body stiffened, as aware of the possibilities as I was, and he rolled out from underneath me and over the side of the bed to the floor as I reached under my pillow for my pistol, and he reached, at the same time, as he landed gracefully and noiseless on the teak flooring, for the M-16 I kept there under the bed.

    I rolled to the floor on the other side of the bed, staying inside the netting, to the great disappointment of the night insects. We lay there, on opposite sides of the bed, breathing heavily for several minutes. But the moment passed; there were no other unexpected night sounds competing with the chirping of the night crickets that started up the instant the rain stopped, abruptly, like the closing of a spigot, and I muttered an all clear – at least I thought it was clear – to Nguyen, and we came back up on the bed and embraced. But that moment was lost now too. Reality had struck, even if it was a false reality – for now – and we had been avoiding the inevitable discussion.

    The recent weeks in Saigon had been nerve-racking. We knew now it was just a matter of time. Four weeks if the intelligence Nguyen had passed to me was accurate. The sleuthing he’d done in connection with his news reporting job had concluded that there would be an offensive against the Cam Ranh Bay installations and, if that was successful, soldiers would be streaming down to Saigon for the final coup d’état here. This information had become key to our plans for the defense of the South. Forces had been retained at Cam Ranh Bay that we initially planned to move down to Saigon. Increasingly the embassy staff had been pulled into the compound, not to return to their apartments or bungalows before the danger was past – although few even pretended this was anything other than the prelude to the end – in fear of the night and of what lurked there. I was one of the last still sleeping outside of the compound. And it was now obvious even to me, in my blinders-on optimism, that this would be my last night in this bed too.

    I had been putting on an act that fooled only me – not wanting it to be over, so pretending that it wouldn’t be, against all indications to the contrary.

    That was a sad thought. I had found paradise here in this bed – with Nguyen Van Trinh, South Vietnamese journalist by day and my willing sex slave by night. Although that even was a lie; it was I who was Ngyuen’s sex slave. I never wanted this to end. But the North Vietnamese Army and the Viet Cong insurgents of the South obviously had very different views on that. And increasingly their views were the only ones that counted.

    ‘You’ve been a major source of information for me, Nguyen,’ I whispered. ‘I’ve had you on the evacuation list for some time now. Come to the embassy with me in the morning. I think this is it. And when I’m taken out, I want you to go with me. I’ve arranged for you to be on the list. Come away with me; I will take care of you.’

    ‘I must be in Thon Lac Nghiep tomorrow,’ Nguyen said. ‘My parents. They call and I must be there.’

    ‘We’ve discussed this before, Nguyen,’ I said. ‘I don’t think you’ll be safe when the Americans are gone. You’ve cooperated. You perhaps don’t fully appreciate all you have told me – or who I work for. You must come out with me. I’ll keep you with me. I promise.’

    ‘Perhaps, Jim,’ Nguyen answered, although I got the impression he was only humoring me. ‘You aren’t safe here anymore. On that I agree. It is impossible to hide an American anywhere in Saigon now. You must move to the embassy compound, like the rest. I will come when I can – if I can.’

    ‘Promise? I love you. I don’t want to lose you. You love me, don’t you?’

    Nguyen showed his feelings for me by pressing me on my back on the mattress and straddling my hips with his thighs and slowly riding my cock to another, mutual ejaculation, as I watched the languid movements of my lithe, brown lover in the mirror overhead.

    In the morning, when I awoke, Nguyen was gone, as was the M-16. I didn’t begrudge him that, though. If that got him to the sea and the village of Thon Lac Nghiep to the north of Saigon and then safely back to me again, I wanted him to have it.

    I moved into the embassy compound that morning, and the next day we began the destruction of files. This went slowly, because all of us in the Station were called away for periodic Country Team meetings on the military situation. The military attaches kept saying that all indications were that North Vietnamese troops were moving toward Saigon, and, only the Station was holding out that they would divert to the coast, toward Cam Ranh Bay, before coming further south. They did that on the strength of my good source for the information – Nguyen.

    Saigon, however, was in a panic. Helicopters were already shuttling back and forth from the embassy roof out to the battleships anchored off the coast with the embassy personnel deemed nonessential – their dependents having evacuated weeks earlier – and a large number of South Vietnamese officials and their families, people who had partnered with the U.S. forces in the futile effort to maintain a South Vietnamese Republic and who now were being evacuated because their loyalty was a death sentence for them, if – no, not if, when – the North Vietnamese took over in the South.

    Back at the Station and working the shredders as fast as I could, I took a break when the shredder I was feeding overheated. I went out to the outer corridor to have a cigarette and to wait for the shredder to cool down. I had worked like a zombie all day, worried to death over Nguyen, and for that reason trying to turn my mind off and just sit there and feed sheet after sheet of top secret paperwork into the shredder. Not for the first time I wondered why we’d created such a mountain of paper out of a losing cause. My hands trembled as I lit my cigarette, and my worries flooded my brain – wondering where he was and whether I should go back to my bungalow in case he was there. I was frantic to see him safely with the other Vietnamese we’d brought into the compound for evacuation.

    He was so inscrutable; Ngyuen had soldiered along as if the rending apart of his country had little to do with him. I worried that he just did not understand the danger he was in – particularly if the North Vietnamese ever learned how valuable he had been to us.

    The windows in the corridor overlooked the front gates of the compound. A mass of humanity pressed at the gates, begging entrance, trying to claim a spot on the helicopters that were landing on the roof, loading, and then lifting up to bank sharply out toward the sea. Each approach and takeoff was different; there was no pattern – all because of the occasional sound of a rifle shot of a sniper taking a march on the arrival of the North Vietnamese and vying for a medal for shooting down a U.S. helicopter. And at each approach of a helicopter, the arms of those pressing the gate went up in the air, as if they could lift straight up into the copter. And each time an overloaded helicopter rose off the roof of the main embassy building, there was a massive sigh and sob that spread through the whole compound – knowing that one more opportunity for life had passed all still on the ground by.

    We had lost a few helicopters, but the pilots by now had become geniuses at avoiding more ambitious fire than this, and the snipers – probably the vanguard of the Viet Cong, composed mostly of young mans – were lousy shots – or were just firing for effect, not begrudging our departure but wanting us to soil our pants in the process.

    As I stood at the window, seeing those pressing, five or six deep, on the main gates to the compound, their arms raised in supplication and their voices moaning pleas that I heard at this distance only as a whining cacophony of sound, I forced myself to look at individual faces. I would not see these people as just a mass; I needed to see them as individual people. I felt I owed that to them. They had believed in us, and we had failed them. And when I did this, I saw him. Nguyen. My Nguyen. He was at the outer fringe, too proud to beg and plead, but his eyes were raised to the building, searching, looking worried.

    I ran through the building, my eyes already blurry from tears, and down to the beaten-earth outer courtyard inside the main gates. I called out to two of the Marine guards who were guarding the gates, ready, with M-16s raised before them, in case the gates collapsed and rioters had to be prevented from entering the main building. The Marines recognized me – and they knew I worked in the Station.

    ‘One of ours is out there,’ I cried. ‘He’s on the list. There, there, the young man at the back of the crowd, wearing the tan shorts and plaid shirt. Help me. We must let him in. He’s on the list. We’ve got to let him in.’

    One of the Marines looked at me, helplessly. ‘We can’t open the gates, Mr. Baxter. That would be disaster.’

    But the other Marine was whistling, trying to get Nguyen’s attention. And he did. And when Nguyen saw the Marine, he also saw me and his eyes lit up and he started pushing his way into the crowd.

    He’d gotten close to the gates, with both Marines now yelling for the others to let him through. And the crowd, indeed, was parting as well as it could to let Nguyen near the gate. And they were all pressing in on Nguyen, no doubt thinking that when the gates were opened for him, they’d all rush forward. None of them was thinking any further into the future than just getting through the gates. Once there, surely the Americans would give them sanctuary, would let them on the helicopters.

    As Nguyen got to the gates, the Marine who had whistled cupped his hands, lowered them, and pushed them between the bars, yelling for Nguyen to step up into them, that they would somehow hoist him over the iron fencing, that they couldn’t open the gates. But they would help boost him over.

    Nguyen’s eyes were on me, only on me, and he was calling to me. He was ignoring the frantic instructions the Marine was trying to give him. I moved to him at the gates. My face was just inches from him. I too was yelling at him to step up in the Marines cupped hands.

    I must still have been crying, because Nguyen put a hand through the bars and gently brushed away my tears, and he said, ‘This is important Jim. Leave now. You all must leave now. One more day. That’s all you have. It’s not Cam Ranh Bay. It’s here.’

    And then he was gone, swallowed up by the crowd. I didn’t know whether he was on the ground, being trampled, or how he had just disappeared in an instance. Totally.

    The Marine stood back from the fence and raised his hands and turned to me. He gave me a sad look and a shrug and, with a heavy heart, I thanked him for trying and trudged back to the main embassy building. I went straight to the COS, though, and told him that the same source who had informed us the assault would first be on the Cam Ranh Bay installations was now saying that the North Vietnamese plans had changed, that the main assault would be launched here, in Saigon. And most of our forces had been kept at Cam Ranh Bay.

    The COS was unsure, and it was now impossible to reposition troops, but he could see that, regardless, it would be best to step up the embassy evacuation. We went straight to the ambassador, who pulled together the Country Team for the second time that day, and, after much wrangling, the call went out to the battleships.

    Hours later, as we came out of the meeting, various advisers were still arguing over the need to double the helicopter flights, which would quadruple the danger of the flights, putting the helicopters in greater danger of sniper fire and, more significant, of crashing into each other.

    But the COS drew our attention to the windows overlooking the front of the compound. Now there wasn’t a single person at the front gates. The people of Saigon already knew. They knew it was too late to seek relief through the embassy. They were deserting the city – at least until it had been taken and it was safer to return.

    I left on one of the last helicopters. Everyone we’d gathered in the compound had gotten out, but the shredding machines hadn’t kept up with the time needed, and my helicopter lifted off in dense smoke and flying ash from the bonfires we’d set in the courtyards to – we hoped and pretended – destroy as much of our mounds of secret paper as was necessary.

    I was evacuated to Bangkok and set to work in the Station there, watching and reporting on the dying agony of Saigon from afar – and mourning my lost lover.

    I spent too much time at the bar in the JUSMAG compound, the special forces U.S. military mission to Thai forces, where Major Carl Stevens, a seasoned commando, found me and took me back to his billet and fucked me throughout a weekend until I broke down and told him why I was so morose – how my Vietnamese lover, a valuable asset to U.S. intelligence, had simply slipped through my fingers at the gates of the U.S. embassy in Saigon.

    Rough and tough on the outside, Stevens was gentle and caring on the inside. We became almost inseparable, and I gladly took comfort in opening my legs to him and found peace and a numbness to the ghost of Nguyen as he made slow, languid love to me.

    One morning over breakfast I turned to him and said, ‘I know I’ve been a mess, Carl. I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me. And you are a great lover . . .’

    ‘But,’ he said.

    ‘Yes, but,’ I answered. ‘I can’t get Nguyen out of my mind. I’m not really like this. I’ve been a burden on you. But . . .’

    ‘But there isn’t going to be anything but good, casual fucking between us while we’re both here in Bangkok,’ he finished.

    ‘Yes,’ I answered in a voice full of regret. ‘I don’t want you to – ‘

    ‘He’s alive, and he’s back in his village at Thon Lac Nghiep,’ Carl said.

    ‘Excuse me?’ I asked, confused.

    ‘Nguyen. Nguyen Van Trinh. We still have sources in Vietnam. I traced him for you. We can get him out if you want. I have a team going into Vietnam not far from there anyway – on another Op. Thon Lac Nghiep is right there on the coast. If you go with us and talk him into leaving, we can bring him out this time. Off the books, but my CO knows I’m making the offer. If he was a valuable U.S. asset, he shouldn’t be left behind any more than we would one of our Marine buddies.’

    And that was that. That was why several weeks later, wearing camouflage and smeared with black grease, I was hunched outside a window of a native hut at the edge of Thon Lac Nghiep, watching Nguyen’s family closing their activities down for the night and going to their own bungalows and leaving Nguyen alone in his.

    I watched him strip, lay down on his matting, turn down his lamp, arrange the mosquito net around himself, and close his eyes. And I wanted him then like I’d never wanted him before.

    He started to let out a surprised cry when I came down on his body with mine, but I covered his mouth, first with my hand and then my lips, and he wrapped his arms around me, and we moved slowly into our old familiar embrace and rhythms. He reached down and unbuttoned my fly and fished out my cock. I was possessing his mouth, pushing my tongue in as he opened his legs and hooked his heels on the back of my knees and I slid deep into an old familiar sheathing. And then our pelvises were moving in synch and after many glorious moments of becoming one, precision-timed machine, we came almost simultaneously.

    We were still panting our release when Nguyen whispered, ‘You cannot be here. You must go. It’s death for both of us.’

    ‘I cannot leave you here, Nguyen.’ I murmured. ‘I came back for you. They’ll learn you worked with the Americans. You’ll be executed.’

    ‘No, no, you do not understand,’ Nguyen muttered insistently. ‘That’s not how it is. I have an honored position here.’

    ‘Only until they find out. You must come out with me. I have friends . . . and a boat. And there’s a ship – ‘

    ‘I don’t want to hear this,’ Nguyen said, louder, with anger in his voice. ‘You don’t want to tell me this. You don’t understand.’

    I lifted my head from his and, still holding him close, looked down in his face. I had been so stupid.

    ‘You are one of them, aren’t you?’ I said in a wounded voice. ‘You are Viet Cong. You were playing me.’

    ‘Yes, I am VC. And I was sent to give you misinformation. To have sex with you and make you trust me and listen to me and make as many of the troops guarding Saigon to stay in Cam Ranh Bay as possible. But that’s not all.’

    ‘What else is there?’ I asked dully. My whole world had collapsed. ‘What else can there be? I have a knife. I could kill you right here. You know that?’

    ‘Yes, I know that,’ he answered. But I could discern no fear in his voice. I wanted this to make him scared. I wanted to wound him, as his act of betrayal had wounded me. ‘But I don’t think you will,’ he said

    ‘Why? Why can you be so sure?’

    ‘For the same reason that I came back to tell you to leave right away. I didn’t come back to Saigon to go with you. I came back to send you away in time. And for the same reason that I am going to let you leave here and not report that you have been here. Because, my duty aside, I love you and always will – I’m just from another world, our two worlds now no longer touching. Perhaps someday, but not now.’

    ‘And I cannot kill you for the same reason,’ I said at length. I said it for me, though, not for Nguyen. He was a far wiser man than I was. He already knew. And being wiser than me, he knew I would have to leave him now and not look back. Our worlds were too far apart – perhaps not forever, but, as he wisely said, certainly for now.

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  • Is the doctor in

    A little background here. If you have read my previous storys, you know I had an affair with my nephew. After the first time occurred, I was confused and a little scared. I avoided him for awhile and slept on the couch while considering this situation. I kinda felt we had entered a taboo area on the one hand, but on the other hand, it felt so wonderful. The longer I waited, the more excited I became. He apparently was still a little nervous also and had not approached me since that first wonderful night. I did not know what to do, so I just waited. We had been alone several times since then, but neither of us had mentioned what had happened. Finally, I could stand no more. I still was afraid to say anything. But when bedtime came. I went in and went into the same bed instead of the couch. Apparently, this was all he needed to build up his courage. We laid there for awhile,not speaking or even moving. Finally, I guess he had become as horney as I was, he broke the silence. He said, as if everything was normal, I thought of a really neat game. He paused, waiting for me to speak. I knew if I did not say something, I might lose this oppurtunity. I said,’ I am listening.’ He said, it is called doctor. I will be the doctor and I will give you a check up and you just lay there and I will do everything. Okay? I did not answer, I just nodded yes. He must have been thinking of this for awhile. He had a childs doctor kit, with all the plastic instruments. He then pretended to check my heart rated, reflexes, etc. He then said, ‘ it looks like I will have to operate’ He then positioned the sheets over my neck and shoulders so I could not see what he was doing. Like on and operating table. I fould this extremely exciting. He was moving around on the other side of the blanket getting ready for something. I just lay their in anticipation. Finally, I felt him pulling at my underwear. He slid them down and removed them completely. I guess I was rock hard already. He had not touched me at all yet. I wanted him to very badly, but I was afraid to speak. He had a light positioned so he could see what he was doing. Finally, he touched me, he clutched my erect dick and started jacking up and down slowly. He was playing with my testicles and balls. I was flowing precum already. He spoke as if he was a doctor at times, saying this is interesting and such. I tried to lay still and play along, but I moaned severl times from the pleasure of it. Finally, he moved down and lifted my legs up. I next felt a totally new sensation. He was gently probing my anus with his finger. He would wipe precum from my dick and wipe it on my anus. At first I was a little scared, but it felt good. He did this over and over I guess to make sure I was lubbed up and suddenly he pushed. His finger easily slid in with all the lubrication. I know I jumped a little. But, I kept acting the patient part. He had my dick in his left hand and was fingering me with his right hand. It felt marvelous. I could not stand it and began hunching against his finger. In a matter of minutes, I came like a fountain. The greatest orgasm I can ever remember. He stroke me until every last drop came out. Then he wiped me clean with a couple of towels. While doing this, I had become flacid and became erect again while he was wiping my cum off. He was going out of his way to stimulate my dick and balls as he cleaned. I knew this night was far from over. He started doctoring me again. He had me erect and excited as before in no time. This time, he used his precum on my anus. I could feel his hot juice on my hole. I then realize, that was not his finger. He rubbed his dick up and down my slit until I was literally soaked with precum. Finally, on one of his upswings, I hunched against him. It slid right in. He paused, I guessed waiting for me to protest, but I was still being a really good patient. He slowly started moving in and out of me. It hurt a little at first, but then, as I relaxed a little, it started feeling very good. He was fucking me and stroking me at the same time. I felt him cum inside me after just a few minutes. I came about half way through his orgasm. We were both totally spent at that time. We cleaned up and put everything away and slept well that night. As our relationship grew, this became one of our favorite fantasys. Hope You enjoyed this as much as I did.

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  • Things that Made me what I am

    To tell you the truth, I have always been a unusual guy, Oh, I’m good looking enough, but I have always been a little different.

    I looked the part of the regular Joe, and I was, for the most part just like most other guys.

    I played sports in school, I was very good at it, lettered in baseball, track, played tennis, swam, I was quite athletic, but I had this one difference, I wasn’t into girls like most of my buddies in high school.

    I have tried to check back in life and see what I might have done to make that come about, but as of yet at the age of twenty five, I haven’t come up with an answer.

    I guess it might have been that I was raised with four brothers, the eldest was Wayne, he was sixteen when I was born and he was what you would call a hunk, then there was Seth, the second oldest he was thirteen, he was also a swimmer on the school swim team, and then Mark,, he was closest in age to me, I was seven and he was nine. there five boys living in a three bedroom farm house out in the country, several miles from St. Louis, Missouri.

    I loved living on a farm, it was hard work, doing all the things that hard working farm families do.

    I knew there was something about the brothers that I admired, I would see the older brothers strutting around in their white cotton briefs in the bedroom at night and seeing their cocks flopping back and forth in those briefs, noticing the outlines of their thick cocks, even seeing their boners standing out in the morning, it was just the way it was when you share a large bedroom with brothers.

    I noticed my brothers beating their meat at a very early age, and even watched my oldest brother at sixteen shoot cum all over his stomach one night, I was sleeping in the large bed next to him, he let me feel his hard cock, and even touch his cum before he wiped it up off his belly, it was awesome to me.

    I even got to stroke his cock for him a few times and make him cum, and I loved that thick pubic hair and his heavy nuts, which I thought was fantastic.

    I was about eight I guess, when Mom was away visiting her sister for a few days, and My Dad, who by the way was a wonderful guy,whom I loved very much, he was so loving and kind to us boys. He had worked really hard that day, came in, took a shower and stretched out on the couch with a beer, and the brothers and sisters were gone for some reason, I don’t even remember why, but I was alone with my Dad that evening.

    Dad was really tired and just flopped down on the couch in his white briefs, us boys and Dad didn’t have a problem with walking around the house in our underwear, it was just the way it was in our house.

    Dad was leaning back with his empty beer bottle in laying by his leg, and his white briefs were full and awesome looking, I walked over and listened to my Dad breathing heavy and just sleeping and I noticed his thick cock inside his briefs, I just knelt in front of the couch, reached over and started feeling my fathers cock, it was thick, thicker than Wayne’s, and it felt longer inside his briefs.

    I wanted to see it, to touch it, so I gently opened the fly of his briefs and fished the thickest cock I had ever seen.

    Up to this time I had never seen my Dad’s thick cock but it was awesome, but different, I didn’t have a skin covering on the head of mine, Dad did, I was young and just thought that it would grow as I got older.

    I pulled his cock out and then his balls, My Dads nuts were huge, or at least to me they were.

    Wow! as I played with his thick cock, it began to harden, wow, it was fantastic, it looked like my wrist it was so thick and I noticed the tip of his cocks head starting to slip out of its sheath covering and I leaned over and licked on the tip of it, and felt it flex up harder on the tip of my tongue, it was fantastic, I had not as yet tasted a cock before, I felt like I was in heaven.

    I loved what I was doing, I sat there leaning over and just slowly stroked my Dads thick uncut meat, loving every minutes of it, I noticed as I continued doing this that he began to leak this thick clear very slick liquid, it wasn’t pee, or cum it was like a lubricant, I learned later it was pre-cum, it tasted salty, and sorta sweet, I loved the taste of it.

    I began to suck my Dads cock while he slept, and then I noticed his balls tightening up against his body, seperateing and going to each side of his hard-on.

    I had not seen anything like this before, his stomach was sorta jerking and he began moaning, and then his cock got harder than a rock, and I began jerking in my mouth, now I only had about three inches of his fairly large cock in my mouth, but as his body jerked I felt his hand touch my head and I felt his hand push my head, and his cock went down my throat causing me to gag as he shot his cum down my throat, his body was jerking and I heard his voice say OH FUCK! I took his whole load and swallowed every drop, it was phenomenal to me.

    I looked up after wiping my mouth off and my Dad was looking straight into my eyes, ‘Well did you enjoy that?’ he said.

    I couldn’t lie, I was expecting to feel his hand upside my head and get the beating of my life.

    All I could say in all honesty was ‘Yes sir, I loved it.’

    All Dad did was hug me and tell me how wonderful it felt, but not to do it again, O.k.?

    Every time I got close to my Dad after that and saw him in his underwear I would pop a boner, and he would just wink at me and smile, I guess it was our little secret.

    I never did it again with my Dad, but I began to suck my older brother.s cock after that, and he loved it.

    By the time I was in High School, I was and expert at sucking cock and swallowing cum, I lived for it.

    One of the things that was a problem was I couldn’t get dressed out in the locker room for gym class without sprouting wood, there were so many guys with hot, sexy bodies and I never realized there were so many different types, colors, and sizes of cocks, like a cock buffet.

    That’s when I met the love of my life, although at the time He didn’t know it.

    His name was Parker Covington, He was a god on campus, he was the star Quarterback of the football team, he was student body president, one of the premier athletes at school, problem was he was the consumate ladies man.

    I would see him in the hallways and always say hi, but he was always surrounded by females, so I just figured he was straight as an arrow.

    He was the fantasy of so many jerkoff sessions it was unreal.

    Just being close to him in school, would cause a hard-on.

    It was at the Class picnic on a Saturday afternoon at the city park, we were playing a game of touch foot-ball and Parker and I was on the same team.

    We had played a full game and were exhausted, and It was all I could do to keep from going bonkers over Parker, he was so well built, washboard abs, thick chest muscles, muscular legs, and thick deltoid muscles, and biceps that belongs on a body builder, he was just downright gorgeous, but he was so friggen sexy too, he was handsome faced, perfect teeth and smile, he was wearing a pair of faded grey sweat pants, sneakers and a tee shirt that had been cut off just under his pecs, showing his gorgeous abs, I would almost melt when I saw his abs, they were smooth, hairless except for a tuft of dark hair at the navel button leading down into his sweat pants, and I could tell he was cut but he shape of the outline of his cock head showing thru the sweats, he was just downright gorgeous, hot, and sexy.

    Parker was wearing his cap turned around backward and his hair was unkempt and sticking out from under the cap, he was unbelievable looking.

    I had to take a dump so I went over to the men’s room there in the park.

    I went in and saw the urinals hanging out from the wall of the bathroom, then the crapper stalls down at the end.

    I sat down at the end stall, to do my business, thinking about Parker and I was reading the graffetti on the walls when In walked another person into the restroom, they came and sat in the next stall.

    That was not so unusual, happens a lot in public restrooms, but what made it so unusual for me was that there was what they called a ‘Glory hole’ in the stall wall between the crappers.

    I leaned over and looked thru the glory hole, the guy in the next stall was gently setting there with his hand down between his legs stroking his cock, which looked to be a good eight or more inches, very thick, beautifully cut and delicious looking, I was turned on watching what he was doing, he was showing it off too.

    I leaned back and began stroking my hard-on, which is about seven inches by then.

    Next thing I knew he was putting his finger thru the hole asking me to put my dick thru.

    I just thought, wow, what the hell, might be fun.

    I stood up and slipped my cock thru the hole, and gripped the top of the stall wall.

    Holy mother of God, the feeling was sensational, His hot, wet mouth engulfed my cock and I was slowly floating away with the sensations, and pleasures I was feeling, If there was anything better God must have kept it for himself, I had never had my cock sucked before, just sucked cocks.

    I couldn’t seem to shove my cock thru the wall far enough, this guy was awesome, and now I knew why my brother and Dad enjoyed it so much.

    I was enjoying what I had been doing for several years.

    AS my climax built up I felt like I was going to die of a heart attack, I had never felt anything so awesome, I wanted this feeling to go on forever.

    My cock felt like it was on fire as this dude sucked and swirled his tongue around the rim of my cock head, nothing, I repeat nothing had ever felt this awesome.

    I knew now why my Dad’s balls had tightened up beside his cock that day, mine were tight too, against my body and I was in heaven.

    I felt the point of no return and the guy in the next stall began to pour on the heat at I began to moan, and whimper, ‘Oh Fuck, Oh Shit Man, Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhh! and my body began to convulse and jerk and I filled his hot wet mouth with my load, I didn’t know if I would ever stop shooting my cum into this guys throat.

    I was totally exhausted by the time he had drained every little drip of my cum from my cock.

    ‘Thanks man, your cum tastes awesome man,’ he said through the hole.

    I just sat there, and finally decided it was fair to return the favor, I put my finger through the hole.

    He stood up and slid the biggest cock I had ever seen, it was standing upward, thick, cut, veiny, harder than flint rock, and as I looked at the tip which was covered with a light covering of that same pre-cum that my Dads was covered with, I leaned over and began to gently lick the tip of his cock with my hungry tongue, I wanted this Dude’s cum.

    I took about four inches of what looked to be at least nine inch, by six inch cock into my mouth and began to work it over with all the expertise I could muster up.

    I heard his voice as he said, ‘Oh yeah man, that’s it, you can do it, take it all, suck that big cock.’

    I finally took his cock to his balls and played with this guy’s big nutsack full of balls, they were thick and like chicken eggs, Damn this dude was hung.

    I worked on his cock, savoring every second of sucking his cock, it’s taste was delicious and I couldn’t get enough pre-cum flavor, but I knew I wanted the prize for the labors I was performing.

    I felt his body began to jerk as he said, ‘Oh Fuck man, I’m gonna blow it, here it comes,’ I set myself for a delicious mouth full and I was rewarded for my labor.

    His moans were undeniable, he was totally enjoying it.

    His cock felt like it was swelling up tighter and bigger and began to flood my mouth with his manjuice. I was in love, god I was in love.

    I had to meet this dude and maybe get something going on a regular basis, His age didn’t matter, I wanted to be his official cocksucker.

    AS we sat there and wiped ourselves off, with toilet paper, he leaned over and said he would like to meet me.

    I said, sure man, I want to meet you too.

    We got out of the cubicles and I stood face to face with Parker Covington.

    I was totally shocked to see it was him that had just sucked me off and I him. But I think he was as shocked as I was.

    ‘Parker’ I said. ‘Ken’ he said.

    ‘Wow, I had no Idea you liked to do this sort of thing, we would have been doing it for some time now.’ he said.

    I smiled and said. ‘Wow, me either.’

    ‘we went out and got into his Mustang and went to the local eatery and got a burger and sat in the car and chatted.

    ‘Man, Parker, do you know how many times I would be so jealous of you as you stood there in the halls talking to girls, desiring to be one of them just to have a chance, or how many times I would see you changing in the locker room, and see that gorgeous cock and watch your ass as you bent over putting on your jock strap, seeing how beautiful your gorgeous ass was, and how many time I had to go to the men’s room and stroke off after seeing your naked body in the showers.

    how many times I wondered why I was cursed to be gay, and not be able to have the opportunity to at least be close friends with you’

    ‘Well Ken, you don’t have to be jealous anymore, I have noticed you too, many times, but because of society I was never able to express myself or give my self the space to take a chance on being seen with another guy instead of a girl.’ he said.

    ‘Well those days are over.Fuck what people think.’

    ‘Would you like to go out with me Friday night?’ he asked.

    ‘I would love to go out with you Parker.’ I said in response.

    Parker smiled at me and reached over and took my hand, ‘Man it’s so good to finally be free to do what I really want to do.’ he said as we held hands, ‘lets get out of here and go somewhere private.’ he said.

    We drove the car down by Miller old rock quarry on the deserted road behind the old abandond quarry.

    Parker leaned over and began to kiss me, I was in hog heaven with his kisses, he knew how to kiss and we exchanged saliva with our tongues, when he said, ‘I want to make love with you, O.K.?’

    I felt his hand began to undress me, and I was already hard as a steel pipe.

    We got out and went over behind some bushes and both got naked and enjoyed each others bodies.

    We lay down on this soft ground and began to make out, Parker’s thick cock was like a diving board.

    I was playing with his thick balls as we kissed.

    Parker smiled this mischievious smile and he lay me on my back.

    Parker got between my legs and raised me up and began to lick and suck on my nuts then he raised my ass up and began to tongue my asshole and lick me I was about to croak as he ate me out like a virgin on her wedding night.

    It was feeling phenomenal, I enjoyed this for about twenty minutes until I could stand it no more and Parker got up on his knees and his cock was slick and wet with pre-cum, and he swiped some on my asshole as he began to push his cock head against my saliva wet manhole.

    I was loving it, that is until I felt his cock head penetrate my asshole, it burned and hurt like hell I just lay there with my eyes bugged out and almost swallowed my tongue, but I wanted Parker so bad I was going to endure what ever pain I had to to have him.

    Parker took his time as I gasped for breath, saying ‘Hang on you’ll loosen up and begin to enjoy it in a few minutes and he was right, after about ten minutes of the most aweful pain I had ever felt, I began to feel a pleasure I had never known, and by the time Parker busted his nut in my asshole I was totally into it, my asshole relaxed and I was in heaven, watching with intense pleasure as Parker’s cock took me to the mountain top with a pleasure that only makeing love with another man can give.

    Parker began to pound me like a breading horse and I was enjoying the full extent of Parker’s love, when His face turned bright red, he began to shove his cock as deep as it would go and he began to breath really heavy.

    I watched as Parker’s face showed the sign of pure exstacy as his body began to thrash and jerk and his cock did this dance inside my asshole, filling my body with his seed. I grabbed Parker around his neck pulled him over on top of me and held his body tight as his cock filled me and I began to shoot my load with out the aid of his hand touching it.

    The was the first time I made love to a man, but It was not certainly the last time Parker and I did that, we were what you would call an item at school.

    It was so awesome at school, Parker would walk by and hand me a note, or drop a note on my desk during class, ‘Man I need you, how about after school, meet me behind the gym.’ which always meant a hot time in his car or somewhere, we kept each other satisfied, our nuts never stayed full for long.

    That was about ten years ago, I was eighteen then, Parker and I went to college together, and now we live together, I have never loved another guy since I found Parker, but we do occasionally bring a friend or co-worker home and enjoy a threesome with them together. Parker is now the love of my life and I guess it will always be that way. To me there is nothing more exciting or rewarding than making the man I love satisfied and fulfilled in every way.

    But whatever made me what I am, I have no regrets and I live life to the fullest. Ciao.

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  • Hair’s the Thing

    I let him buy me a drink at the beach bar – and then another and another – because he had those big tuffs of hair in his pits. I found that intriguing – and arousing. He was a good-looking guy, probably a stevedore or something on vacation, because he was built solid like a tank. But he was also virtually hairless everywhere else I could see, including billiard cue baldness on his head. But there were those bushes of hair in his pits, with dark hair peeking out even when he held his heavily muscled arms down.

    I couldn’t take my eyes off them. And he was watching me watching him and quickly got the impression I found him attractive. Which was at least partially right. I found the bushes in his pits attractive.

    He was wearing a Speedo with an athletic T – with the arm holes cut real low down his sides, which had drawn my attention to his pits.

    It was an open beach bar, but it was known to cater to a specialty, so all the guys there were comfortable about hanging out and dancing freely and being loud and boisterous and getting plastered – and sometimes getting nailed without anyone around raising an eyebrow.

    A party boat was in at the pier adjacent to the beach bar, and the guys from the boat, a fancy catamaran with a large, squarish cabin area straddling the shells and good decks for partying at the front, back, and up top, were augmenting the Saturday night party.

    I’d come alone with the hopes of not leaving alone. It had been a rough week at the office, and I’d come down to the beach to let loose.

    I was wearing just baggy cargo shorts, no briefs, and sneakers – knowingly ready for action. Even if I hadn’t been, though, the drinks I had would have dissolved my resolve tonight. There were a lot of hunks out tonight – including those who had come in on the catamaran – and did I mention I’d had a rough week at the office and wanted to let loose?

    The third drink and the fascination of those hairy pits set off against the otherwise hairlessness of the stevedore – Steve Adore; I’ll call him that, because we never did get to the name stage, or he did give me his name and I reciprocated, but that was on the first drink, long ago forgotten and lost in the noise of the music and the crowd – had me ready to give him anything he wanted, and I had let him lap me while he sat on a stool at the bar.

    He lifted his arms and let me nose up into his pits and tongue him down there, a fascination of mine, while, in turn, I let him pull his Speedo half way down his thighs to below his balls and snake his dick up a wide leg of my cargo shorts and skewer me. I’d known he liked the arm-pit tonguing because I could feel him hardening up for me.

    I rose and fell on his cock there on the stool, right there at the bar. We weren’t fooling anyone. They all knew what was going on. I had the heels of my feet leverage on the rungs of the barstool and was slowly rising and falling on his cock. And we were both making sounds of appreciation. So, anyone really interested in what we were doing, knew what we were doing. But some of them were fucking in even more obvious ways.

    It was a busy night at a free-loving beach bar.

    Someone yelled out that they were taking the catamaran out into the bay for an even freer party and anyone who wanted to come aboard was welcome to.

    Steve Adore seemed to want to, and I went with him, lost in the fascination of his hairy pits.

    The catamaran was making good time to wherever out in the bay, maybe toward the three-mile limit, considering the sort of stuff being passed around now beyond the booze. Didn’t know and didn’t care, not the least because someone had broken open a capsule under my nose as we boarded and I was feeling really, really great and so welcomed by all of the faces wafting through my vision.

    Guys were swirling around us on the foredeck, having a good time. The music was blaring from loudspeakers at the corners of the cabin area. There was a bucket full of condom packets set outside the door into the cabin from the foredeck, and guys were already liberally dipping into that in passing. I was sitting on some sort of bench seat with a vinyl cushion on top of it and Steve Adore was hunched between my knees and fucking me, his arms held at the side of my head, gripping the top of the back frame of the bench seat for leverage on his pumping action. I had my face up in first one of his pits and then the other, enjoying the bush of hair there. He’d lost his Speedo, but I’d lost my cargo shorts too. Having too good a time to wonder where they were, though.

    I came up for air, to spy a man standing on the deck on the cabin’s roof and staring down at Steve Adore fucking me. He seemed to be focused on me and smiling slightly. He was beautiful. Hairy all over. Black curly hair on his head, dipping down his forehead almost to his eyebrows. A matting of black hair, also in short curls, swirling around his chest and falling in a thick trail down his sternum, across his belly, and into the rim of the low-slung bathing trunks he was wearing. His arms and legs were hairy. Even the knuckles of his hands and their backs were hairy. And my cock lurched when he raised his sandaled foot to the rung of the railing around the top deck to where I could see that the tops of his foot and toes were hairy too. The same fine, curly black hair.

    He must have seen me melt to him. Because as Steve Adore finished inside me and rolled off of me to the side, still possessively holding me in his arms – the hair of his pits rubbing against my shoulder in a way that made me feel tingly – the guy with the terrific black curly body hair was down on the foredeck and standing in front of me and talking to me. He and Steve Adore had some words too, none of which I caught because my ears were buzzing from the effect of the capsule shot I’d been given. All of the voices sounded far away and under water. But if I concentrated, I could get the gist of what a single person talking straight at me was saying. Picking out words in the crowd noise, given my buzz on and the volume of the music was impossible.

    Steve Adore was gone, and the black curly guy was getting across to me that he was the host of the party – and the owner of the catamaran – and would I like to see his cabin.

    I didn’t know if I wanted to or not, but, given his beautiful hairy body, I would have followed him anywhere. He was sort of ugly in the face, but he had a good body. And that hair.

    His cabin was really nice and plush. It had a window out to the side and out to the rear deck, and the curtains were open in both windows. I could see the party going on in the rear just as anyone there could see into the cabin. I didn’t care. I wanted to see how hairy Black Curly, who I guess really should be named ‘host,’ looked under that bathing suit and on his back.

    It didn’t take me long to be satisfied – in several dimensions. Other than those two windows, the walls of the cabin were almost completely mirrored. And a double, platform bed was bolted to the floor in the very middle of the cabin, with floor access all around it.

    When we embraced to kiss and for him to feel me up, I ran my hands up his back and then back down to cup his buttocks and thrilled at the feel of curly black hair there as well.

    When he laid me on his bed and I opened my legs to him, he assented to my request to take me on my back so I could run my hands through his chest hair and down into his black curly pubes and watch him fuck me – all titillating hairiness – in the mirrors on the wall from all angles.

    He kept telling me how nice I was, and how he wanted to keep me. He had a mammoth, extra-thick cock, which was nice – but not as nice as his hairiness – and was considerably more filling than Steve Adore had been. He had trouble cocking me at first, and I whimpered and struggled a bit, but he reached into a drawer next to the bed and came out with another one of those capsules, which he broke under my nose, and then a didn’t feel much of anything and opened right up to him.

    While he pumped me hard, he asked me how many days I could be out to sea before needing to get back to land, and I told him I needed to be back by Monday morning.

    It was all a dreamy swirl, but I noticed a guy standing at the window out on deck and watching us. He was an older guy, maybe in his forties. Built like a bodybuilder, though. And what caught my attention was that the nicely groomed hair on his head was white gray, but that he had chest hair that was salt and pepper.

    As Host pumped away and leaned down into me to play with my nipples with his tongue, my attention focused on that guy at the window, and I found myself wondering what color his pubic hair was if his head hair was white gray and his chest more salt and pepper.

    Host was pumping me with short, vigorous strokes, when he tensed and gave a little cry and I felt the stretch of the condom head deep inside me.

    ‘Stay right here,’ he whispered. ‘I want you again. I’ll get hard again soon, you’re such a good lay. Got to go to the head first, though. Stay right here until I can get the party closed down and the guys back on the beach and then we’ll cruise and fuck through Sunday.’

    ‘OK,’ I answered in a thick-tongued voice. I was still clutching his chest hair in my fist when he pulled away from me, rolled the spent condom off his already-reengorging dick and padded over to the adjoining head.

    When he shut the door to the bathroom, I turned my eyes to the window to the front deck, and the older guy was still there. He gestured for me to come out of the cabin.

    I really wanted to know if his pubes were gray or salt and pepper.

    They were even darker than the hair above – a soft brown, which continued onto his legs.

    Whatever was in the capsule was setting in pretty good now. I almost slipped on used condoms already littering the floor of the deck when I emerged from the cabin. I still had the strength to grasp the edge of the overhang of the deck above, though, with the help of two guys on either side of me, pulling my legs back and out with one hand and supporting me with their other hands grasping my pits, while the mature, multicolor guy fucked up into my channel from behind. A group of guys were gathered around us and counting the strokes. The older guy had good stamina. I had to be let down and bent over and held up by him with his arms wrapped around my belly before he had come.

    As he was finishing me, I noticed that one of the guys watching us was a redhead and had a magnificent carrot-red bush of pubic hair.

    I ran my fingers through the fine, almost golden pubic hair as I gave him a blow job.

    Host was back on deck by then. He only gave me a cursory, half angry, half disappointed look as he corralled another young guy to give a tour of his cabin.

    I woke up the next morning on the beach on my back between the now-deserted beach bar and the pier. There was no catamaran in sight. A guy with a heavy bush of chest hair was walking along the beach at the water’s edge, carrying a pail for a toddler who was collecting sea shells. My eyes remained riveted to him until they had passed me. Disappointingly his back was hairless.

    One of the guys I often go with, Jamal, a thin black guy with wonderful dreadlocks that sway back and forth in the rhythm of the fuck when he does me, laughs and says I have a fetish. I don’t think so. I just like hairy men.

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  • AH!! The Sweet Taste of Youth

    My name is Avery Dalton, and As I set here thinking about that night I was taken back to my youth.

    It was in the third year in high school that I remember having sex for the first time, I was at that age, when I would have fucked a snake if it had held still for me.

    My best buddy was named Less Carter and we did every thing together, but that one night, that ‘ONE’ special night, things really came together for us both.

    We had gone to a sock hop, that’s what they called a gymnasium dance when we were in school. It was called that because of the Gymnasium floor, we had to take our shoes off at the door and walk and dance around in our sock feet to protect the gym floor.

    All our classmates were there and we had a live band playing the music of our generation, I had gone stag and so did my friend Less, who was a good looking, hunky sort of guy, I was not as yet aware of my feelings and really didn’t know what I was feeling.

    I knew I felt full all the time and needed sexual release, which I brought to myself with extreme frequency.

    Sexually I was my own best friend.

    Then one summer night my best friend Less and I went on a campout down by lake Cameroon, a medium sized lake not far from our town, it was awesome, fishing, swimming, boating and camping the lake was there was there for the use.

    to cut to the chase in this story, Less and I ended up jerking each other off and having a blast sexually that night, I even tried sucking his cock and it was awesome, even tho it was considered a gay thing, I loved it, feeling Less’s cock hard in my mouth sliding in and out, Listening to his sounds as I sucked him off. feeling that cock as it exploded in my mouth to his vocal sounds, what can I say it was the most phenomenal day of my life.

    I guess what I loved the most was the fact that I found out that I had a huge cock in comparison to Less, but later in Gym classes in High School I found out I was much bigger than most guys. I had ten and a half inches of throbbing hard uncut cock,only about four of us in that class had our foreskins.

    I wasn’t aware that all guys weren’t like that, but Less was circumcised, until I messed around with Less, Less’s cock was just seven inches plus and it was just a cock to me, I loved its thickness, its taste and its hardness against my tongue.

    Anyway, that happened when I was a teenager, I’m now thirty eight and have a son of my own, whom I love very much, his mother died when he was nine and I raised Chad alone, it has been just Chad and me since he was nine, and I’m so proud of my son.

    Well this one night I was at home alone, I knew Chad was not going to be home until after he got off from his night job at eleven o’clock.

    I looked at the T.V. and noticed it was just six thirty in the evening, and I was making myself a T.V dinner in the Microwave when the doorbell rang.

    I went to the door and opened the door and there stood Chad’s best friend Marley Judson.

    Marley was the same age as Chad, both eighteen, and was an extremely good looking young man, dark hair, beautiful light blue eyes, nicely built, they both played sports together in school. Truthfully Marley was a doll.

    Marley asked if Chad was home and if he could come in and wait.

    I told him Chad had to work until eleven but he could come in and have a bite to eat and stay since Chad had asked him to spend the night that night. it was fine with me.

    We were sitting on the couch eating a T.V. dinner and drinking a cock when Marley just looked over at me and smiled, ‘You know what Mr. Dalton, I have always thought that Chad had a handsome father, I have always thought you were really a good looking man.

    I looked over to Marley, ‘Why thank you Marley, you have developed into such a fine looking young man yourself,’ I said.

    ‘I was wondering’ he said.

    I noticed that Marley was staring down at he big bulge that was always rather noticeable in my trousers it what Chad told me was true?’ he said as he looked up at me.

    I was a little puzzled at Marley’s statement.

    ‘What did Chad tell you Marley, I’m sorta stumped here.’ I said.

    ‘About this’ Marley said, as he reached over and placed his hand on my cock bulge, I jumped a little mostly from shock I think, Marley was rubbing my cock thru my pants.

    Chad told me that you had a huge cock, is that true?’ he said.

    I was a little taken back by his boldness and shocking question, but a little filled with pride too. I guess I could say I was proud of the size of my manhood.

    ‘Well yest son It is a little above normal, I guess.’ I said.

    ‘Chad said it was really thick and long, I would love to see it, to touch it, and feel it,’

    ‘Chad told you all that?’ ‘Well Marley why don’t you see for yourself, it loves attention,’ I said.

    I began to feel the warmth of Marley’s hand through the material of my trousers, and my cock was reacting with a positive response.

    I could feel it thickening up and growing longer and getting hard, I knew if he kept it up my cock would get to full size in no time.

    It was really feeling fantastic too.

    It had been a really long time since someone else had touched my cock, just the thought of someone taking the time to actually enjoy doing something like this was phenomenal.

    I was laying back just letting Marley do his thing, he was looking at my face as he undid my belt buckle and began to unzip my trousers.

    I was totally enjoying the feeling of Marley’s hand as he undid my trousers and fished out my throbbing cock, by this time it was leaking pre-cum and was wet tipped.

    ‘Wow, Holy Fuck Mr. Dalton, Chad was not stretching the truth to me. it is huge. holy fuck. Just how big is it anyway?’ Marley asked.

    ‘The last time it was measured it was ten and a half inches long and a hair over six inches around.’ I responded.

    ‘Can I suck it?’ Marley asked ask he looked up at me.

    I smiled, ‘Help yourself,’ I said.

    Marley began by licking on the tip and then took the head into his mouth, I just lay back and totally enjoyed Marley’s suck job it was awesome feeling, and I didn’t want him to stop.

    Marley’s mouth was so hot and wet and I hadn’t felt anything like it in a long long time.

    Marley was surprising me with his ability to take my cock to the balls in his throat, I knew Marley had been practicing on someone, because he had the ability to deep throat my thick, long cock.

    It was feeling so fantastic that I didn’t know if I would last very long. Then I had this idea.

    I stopped Marley and began to undress his good looking young manly body, he was built really well, I loved his thick chest muscles and washboard abs, but I was shocked at the size of Marley’s cock it was a good thick eight inches, but his ass was a work of art, Marley’s ass was lightly bronzed, beautifully rounded and when I spread his cheeks to his pleasure I saw his beautiful ass cheeks covered with hair, and his little kissable starfish asshole, was just wanting my tongue.

    I leaned over toward his ass and began to rim his sweet little asshole and tongue his manhole and I was in heaven with his aroma and taste.

    He was truly enjoying me eating his ass out when he turned around to me and said, Mr. Dalton, put you cock in me please, I need you to fuck me.’

    I was all to ready to oblige him of his wish.

    I got some some oil from the night stand.

    I lubed up his asshole and then my cock, I asked if he wanted me to wear a condom. He didn’t and I said o.k. with me.

    I leaned over toward and began to slide ten inches of thick cock into this kid’s asshole, I was totally shocked to see Marley into this act big time.

    ‘OH yeah fuck me, stick me with that big cock Mr. Dalton. Oh yeah that’s it.’

    I was slamming the ham to the balls into Marley’s intestines.

    I had Marley grunting and groaning as well as my self, it was the most awesome feeling I had felt in one hell of a long time.

    I had forgotten how a good fuck felt, and this was one special fuck, Marley and I both were enjoying the feeling my ten inch cock was giving us both.

    I had fucked Marley about twenty minutes as he rammed his ass back against my body with one hell of a powerful fuck.

    I could not hold out any longer when I almost yelled out and felt my cock start belching a load of man cream deep inside Marley’s intestines.

    I could feel Marley’s asshole muscles as they milked the cum from my body, it was fantastic.

    Marley had not cum yet but I had finished, he was stroking his cock when I took over for him and began to suck his cock to the balls, it was a wonderful feeling bringing back some awesome memories as I tasted Marley’s cum flooding my mouth as he jerked and grunted to a fulfilling cum.

    All I knew was that It was the most wonderful feeling I had had in a long time.

    and That taste, that wonderful taste, the sweet taste of youth.

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  • Best friends discover each other sexually

    Brad and his dad moved into the vacant house next to us when Brad was thirteen. His mother had been killed when theives broke into their home in San Francisco and attacked her. His dad thought it would be best for both of them to start fresh in a new location.

    I am Mark Adams and I was almost fourteen. Brad and I became close friends almost immediately. We were in the same grade at school and had a lot of classes together.

    My mom and dad became friends with Greg, Brad’s father, and frequently had them over for dinner. after dinner, Brad and I would go to my room, while dad and Greg went to dads workshop to smoke and have a beer.

    Soon, Brad and I were inseperable. When you saw one of us, the other was always close at hand. After a while the same became true with Dad and Greg.

    Mom began ‘going out with her friends’ frequently and after several months anounced to dad that she wanted a divorce. It seemed that when she went out, she was meeting a male co-worker at a local motel.

    I hated her for it and during the divorce I stated that I wanted to live with dad. I came straight out in court and told her that I never wanted to see her again. It totally shocked the judge.

    After the divorce, Dad and Greg began taking Brad and I camping, to ball games, and our local high school football games. The four of us did a lot together.

    Shortly after the divorce, Greg came over one Saturday night for a sleep over. Greg had invited dad to join him at his gym then dinner and a few drinks and dad accepted.

    After they left, we began playing video games and talking. A while later we stopped and went to the kitchen for a soda, As we opened the cans, Brad said, ‘You won’t believe what I saw last night.’

    ‘What happened?’

    ‘Just before midnight I got up to go to the bathroom. As I passed dad’s room I heard some moaning. I peeked in and he was watching something on TV and jerking off. I couldn’t believe that he still did that.’

    ‘Damn! Dis you watch him?’

    ‘Yea. He shot out onto his stomach.’

    ‘What did you do?’

    ‘I went back to my room real quick. I do it a lot but I never dreamed dad did it.’

    ‘Hell, I guess he gets horny, too. I do it but to think my dad does it is weird.’

    We went back to my room and after a couple minutes, Greg asked, ‘How often you beat off?’

    ‘Damn, almost daily. I like it.’

    ‘I like it too,’ he said. ‘Hey, you want to do it together now?’

    ‘Oh, I don’t know.’

    ‘Come on man. Let’s see who can get off first.’

    I agreed and soon we were both naked stroking our cocks. We got off a mear second apart, firing our loads out onto our stomachs.

    We jerked off together two more times that night, the last time jerking each other. It became a regular thing for us.

    Then, about two months later, things went further. We began sucking each other and cummong in each others mouth. It was a couple of weeks later before we began swallowing.

    From then on, we would suck each other several times a day since it was summer break. After school started up again, we’s suck each other a couple of times a day after school.

    We were almost fifteen then and both enjoyed sucking each others cocks. Then, we decided to try fucking each other. Soon, we were both enjoying that also. We also started tongue kissing each other as we fucked.

    Brad and I were spending every second together, usually having sex. Then one day, Brad and I were to meet after school at his place. He had said tha he had something to do after school and for me to come over about three-thirty.

    We never knocked when we visited each other so when it was time I simply walked in and went to Brad’s room.

    I froze when I saw him in bed totally naked with Tony, one of our classmates.

    ‘Hey, man, it’s cool. Tony is into it also.’

    ‘You sure?’

    Looking at me, Tony said, ‘Undress and I’ll prove it.’

    I did and Tony quickly began sucking my cock as Brad and I began kissing. Tony brought me to a climax and swallowed then began sucking Brad as I sucked him.

    Before the afternoon ended, Brad ad I had both fucked Tony’s ass, filling him with our cum. Tony soon began joining us on a regular basis.

    Brad and I continued to have sex daily. We dated to hide our sexual preference for guys, and when we could we’d go to the park or truck stop to find guys to suck or fuck us.

    Once, at the truck stop, we found a driver team and went to there sleeper where Brad and I lay together and the to truckers fucked our asses at the same time.

    Dad and Greg also began spending more time together as time passed. They frequently went out together on weekend nights.

    Then, the summer we turned eighteen and had graduated from high school, we were invited to a party at Tony’s house. His parents were out of town and he was having a couple other gay friends over for an orgy.

    We told our dads that we were going to spend the night and would be home the next day about noon.

    Well, needless to say, the party got kind of loud and the cops were called. We had all had sex with each other in one form or another when one of the guys looked out just as the poice pulled up. We all quickly dressed before Tony answered the door.

    Needless to say the party was ended and Brad and I headed home.

    We parked on the street and went to the door of my house. It was unlocked and as we went in, we heard Dad and Greg in the back den, moaning.

    We looked at each other and eased back to the den. There on the floor were our dads, both naked and in a sixty-nine.

    We watched as they brought each other to a climax and swallowed. As they sat up, Greg spotted us and said, ‘Oh, shit, Jim. We’ve been caught.’

    Dad turned to look toward the door and when he saw us he turned as pale as Greg was.

    ‘We didn’t think you were going to be home,’ dad finally managed to say.

    ‘Obviously,’ I replied. ‘How long has this been going on?’

    ‘Come on in boys. We all need to have a talk,’ Greg said, as they both slipped on their pants.

    We went in and they began telling us their story. It seems that after Greg and Brad moved in, something ‘clicked’ between them and it just happened. they both admitted to being curious and it seemed natural. They admitted having sex at a motel every night that they had been out over the last few years.

    ‘Boys, we hope you can accept us the way we are and won’t hate us. We’ve fallen in love and we’re both very happy with our lives. Since you both know now that we are gay, we hope we can be open with our relationship with both of you.’

    I took the lead and said, ‘Dad, if you both are happy with your lives and with each other, we’re happy for you. You two can feel free to be yourselves in front of us if we can do the same in front of you.’

    ‘What?’ they said in unison.

    I turned to Brad and we quickly engaged in a hot passionate tongue kiss as we gropped each others cocks. As we kissed we opened each others pants and let them drop to the floor and removed our shirts.

    ‘Let’s do it.’ I whispered into Brad’s ear.

    We quickly dropped to the floor and began a sixty-nine, not stopping until we had brought each other to a climax and swallowed.

    Both our dads sat speechless as we performed for them. When it was over, Greg asked, ‘How long?’

    ‘Since about fourteen,’ Brad said, then added, ‘and what I find actually funny is that while we were hiding our sexual preference from you two, you were hiding yours from us.’

    That night, Brad and I had the pleasure of having sex with our own dads and with each others dad, both orally and anally.

    After that night, dad and I as well as Brad and his dad began living nude with each other at home and when we visited each other. Frequently, when the fourof us were together, we’d have sex, usually dad and Greg together and Brad and I together, but all in the same room watching each other. Brad and I both thought it was hot to watch our dads fuck each other.

    Dad and Greg became lovers as did Greg and I. During college, we lived together off campus.

    The two couples are still together and happier than ever.

    ……………………………………

    NOTE: the above story is based on what happened to one of my best friends, however instead of the two boys being best friends, they were in real life his on two sons who were seventeen and eighteen when they walked in on him with his best friend. His sons had been having sex together for four years and became lovers when they went to college. The friend he was having sex with became his lover and yes they all had sex the night the boys caught him and whenever they came home from college to visit. Both couples are still together and live about a haf mile apart but visit frequently for dinner and of course sex. I hope you enjoyed the story. It’s taken me six months to convince him to let me write it.

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  • Rekindling an Old Flame

    For the most part my days were kinda uneventful, but not today, first thing that happened I got dressed for the office, sat down at the apartment to drink my morning coffee, and dumped a whole cup of hot coffee all over my new white shirt and tie.

    I changed the shirt and tie, got into the car and realized I had a flat tire, so I got out the spare and found it flat too.

    I called Triple A, thank god that was still in force, they came out and fixed my tire, I was already late.

    I was buzzing down the street where I work, and looked up and there was a cop with his lights flashing right behind me.

    I pulled over and looked into the eyes of this officer that looked like he was bear hunting and I was the bear, ‘In a hurry are we?’ he said.

    Then I said something I don’t think he liked ‘I don’t know, I was, were you?’ I said, already in a dither and pissed off.

    That didn’t make things any better for me but my day was already ruined, and I got me one of those little tickets that they so freely hand out, for us speeders, first speeding ticket I had ever had.

    I was not a happy camper, then to top it all off, I was ready to turn into the parking garage at my office building and the privacy gate came crashing down across my front hood, denting the hell out of my new car.

    Now mind you I can take just so much crap till I crawl back into the hole I just came out of and try to wake up on the other side of the bed so to speak.

    Now I was already late, and of course the boss already had about 17 weeks worth of work piled on my desk when I walked into my cubicle.

    ‘Well Ken, setting new hours for ourselves are we?’ he asked with a decided smirk.

    ‘No sir, just things haven’t been going so well for me this morning, you wont believe,

    As I told Bill (that’s my supervisor) he just looked at me like I was making the whole thing up.

    I was ready to tackle what ever came my way that morning. I went to the coffee room, got myself of fresh coffee and turned slipped on something, god know’s what? and spilled more coffee on my clean shirt, I wanted to scream.

    Now to top that off, I went to the men’s room to take a piss, unzipped my slacks, pulled out the old schlong and took my whiz, then the zipper broke on my pants and I was walking back to my desk with my pants gaping open, which I stapled shut, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.

    Now then outside of the hard drive on my computer going out that day, and the copier jamming up every time I tried to use it, It was a ‘PERFECT DAY.’

    Nothing sounded more beautiful to me than the sound of the 5:00 buzzer that afternoon.

    I had just lived through a day from hell.

    I got into my care admiring the customizing job the gate bar had done on the hood, the looked up at the visor and saw the ticket hanging out from under it, looked down at my stained shirt and my gaping trousers, tried to smile and say things could always have been worse.

    I went home and decided I owed myself a good stiff belt so I changed into clothes that weren’t stained or the zipper wasn’t broken and went out.

    I got to a corner bar that I frequented and sometimes found a hot guy that needed some attention at.

    I walked into the bar and I sat down at the bar and ordered a double of what I was drinking.

    I had had about five drinks and I heard this guy come in and walk over and set down beside me, he looked over and smiled.

    I smiled back and then realized that there was something very familier about this nice looking guy, I knew him.

    I smiled at him and as we chatted I began to feel an old familier feeling coming over me.

    I realized it was a guy I had gone to high school with, even had a few times of jerking off with him at my fathers old shed out back, he use to live up the street from us.

    ‘Hey man, aren’t you Lloyd Dickerson?’ I asked.

    ‘Why Yes, do I know you?’ he said.

    I hadn’t realized I had changed that much but I said, ‘Yes man, we lived up the street from each other as kids. My name is Ken White, remember now?’ I ask.

    ‘Wow man you’ve really changed, damn man you filled out and look good.’

    ‘Well about four years in the Marines helped and I work out some now. Your not looking so bad yourself man, what happened, where did you disappear too, after High School.’

    ‘Hey man, want to get a table and talk over old time?’ I ask.

    ‘Sure, man sounds awesome.’ Lloyd said.

    ‘Well first off, I got sent to boys town, I got involved with a couple bad dudes and I didn’t know it but hey were stealing and selling drugs, and I got caught up in the middle of that, and after boystown, I joined the Navy, I spend several years overseas aboard several different flat tops and battleships. Now I decided to come home to where I started and try to get things right.’

    ‘Wow, sounds like you’ve had a really full life.’ I said.

    ‘Hey Ken, I was wondering, do you remember what we use to do in your dads tool shed?’ he asked.

    I laughed, ‘Oh Yeah! I have thought about that a lot in the last several years, I really missed out times we jerked off with each other, Truthfully man, I don’t know if you knew it or not, but I had this crush, a passionate crush on you, I wanted us to do more than just jerk off, but I was afraid to ask you for fear you would think I was a little faggot or queer or something.’

    ‘No shit, I was always wanting to do more than just jerk off with you, Damn man, Well! tell me something do you still feel the same way?’

    I looked up and stared into Lloyd’s gorgeous deep dark blue eyes, ‘I sure the fuck do,’

    Lloyd’s mouth smiled a beautiful sexy smile.

    ‘Do you have a private place where we can go and pick up where we left off?’ he asked.

    ‘I have my own apartment, and I have thought of this for a long time.’ I said.

    As we drove home I remembered how awed with Lloyd’s cock I had been as a young man, it looked huge to me back then, but I wondered if that was just because I had not seen one like it before, I loved watching his foreskin slip back and forth as he stroked his thick manhood to a shocking climax, Lloyd could cum like a geyser, thick and a lot.

    I was seven inches long and fairly thick myself but Lloyd’s cock was thick like his wrist, and I loved watching it blast a load out, how many times did I want to be the one stroking it for him.

    We got to the apartment and went in I gave him a beer and we got comfortable and chatted a little.

    ‘What do you like to do outside of stroking your cock?’ he asked.

    ‘Well, I love to suck and swallow, I love getting fucked and I absolutely adore eating ass. There’s nothing better.’

    ‘Well I love to kiss and make out, I hope you like kissing?’ he said.

    ‘I love kissing, truthfully I love it all,’ and with that we embraced for the first time, I felt almost week in the knees, I wanted Lloyd to ravish me, right there and then.

    we began to undress each other as we walked to the bed, it was so exciting and erotic.

    I saw his hard cock bulging out in his briefs and realized I hadn’t been wishful thinking, it was that big.

    We slipped our clothes completely off and went to work on each others bodies, things were different this time as we were both going after each other like ravenous dogs.

    I leaned down and stroked Lloyd’s thick cock, and as I took it into my mouth I heard his voice,’Oh Fuck man, that’s what I need, OH yeah!’

    I was working that foreskin and head like magic with my tongue, gently sucking his cock like It was the only one left on earth

    I wasn’t done with Lloyd yet, I wanted more. I got up on the bed and lay on my back and I had Lloyd get between my legs and he began to slide his cock along the crack of my ass and it didn’t take long until I felt his cock head slide into my asshole. I felt like heaven to feel his thick cock gently sliding deeper and deeper into my body.

    I lay there on my back and looked straight into Lloyd’s eyes as he took my body and used it for his pleasure, but then of course I was using his cock for mine, I was about to blow my nut with his awesome cock sliding against my prostate.

    I will never forget that night back together again, when I rekindled that flame, that by the way is still burning brightly and Oh yeah Lloyd and I are living together and love it.

    I know this story is a shorter one but I love it, and hope you do to, it is based on a true happening.

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  • Looking for Men at the Bijou

    First of all if you’re not legal, don’t read this.

    Below is a story taken from my book Sexploits of Rob Harris, a collection of four steamy short stories which can be found in Kindle format at Amazon.com.

    It is part of a growing series of books called The Fraternity, where the main character has been transformed into a sex crazed stud muffin on a tropical island called Isla Paradiso, the first book in the series.

    I mean it should be all cool right?

    Hot muscled body, amazing sex drive. He even has a metabolism that lets him eat whatever he wants!

    Not quite so simple.

    The story you are going to read is about him dealing with an almost insatiable sex drive.

    The Fraternity Series has him dealing with life.

    Enjoy.

    Lastly, this story has unsafe sex which is allowed in the fake world. As for you, don’t be stupid.

    Rob Bass

    Fortunately I was able to park my SUV not too far from the front door of the Bijou in Old Town. It was still winter in Chicago but I had no intentions of wearing a heavy coat into the theatre making it to the small vestibule fairly quickly which was good since it was the last gasp of cold in the city.

    The clerk looked up from reading his book to see a guy shutting the door. He was about six foot tall wearing black boots, low cut jeans and a body hugging t shirt that barely touched his jeans. With his back to him shutting the door he saw wide shoulders, a juicy muscle butt and thick legs incased in tight pants and when the muscle stud turned around, the clerk perked up as he checked out a nice fat bulge pushing out the front of 501’s and a v neck t-shirt emphasizing a big hard chest and tight stomach.

    The two most noticeable features of the stud walking in, well other than the bulge in the pants were monstrous arms forcing the shirts short sleeves to ride up and fat pointed nipples erect from the cold pushing the shirt out in front and he guy looked around thirty or so, good looking with a smile on his face. He walked up pulling bills out of his pocket.

    ‘There is no way in hell I’m charging you to go in,’ the clerk smiled as he buzzed to open the door to the theatre.

    Rob Harris grinned, then laughed. ‘Thanks guy,’ and went in.

    Rob walked in a few feet and leaned backed against the side wall to regain his vision in the totally dark theatre. The only light was coming from the screen in front where a movie was playing hot porn of a couple of nicely muscled guys starting the sex dance with shirts off kissing and rubbing each others bodies and as he was starting to see in the dark around him, Rob noticed about a dozen bodies sprinkled in the seats and several guys up against the same wall as him. Since he wasn’t here to watch movies he headed down the lane toward the screen where a door opened to the back of the theatre.

    Behind the screen there was a little area where people could mingle, a scanky bathroom and a door to the outside leading to a little garden during the warm weather but Rob focused his attention on a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor.

    Climbing up he took a deep breath in with the place reeking of decade after decade of man sex which might turn some people off, but Rob’s dick got harder at the smell.

    The second floor was a slut’s paradise. Dark with passageways you could barely see, it ran the entire length of the building jammed with different sized booths every wall cut with various size holes providing access to the adjoining booths. There was also a little maze you could walk through passing booths where there would be a hole cut out or a wall composed of chain link fence material. There was also a group of booths that had plexi-glass acting as walls so you had unobstructed view of what your neighbors were up to and scattered throughout the second floor were open areas, one with a sling, another an X cross. In the back was an area that had walls cut with holes so you could suck or be sucked while others watched or played with you.

    It wasn’t too crowded yet , but I quickly ducked into a booth next to one that I saw a cute stud walking into and kneeling down looking in I rubbed my finger on the opening to get the studs attention. Jeans opened up and a partially hard thick, long dick was exposed. He took a second to step over to the opening pushing his heavy meat through the hole.

    Damn I lucked out, this was prime beef.

    Taking one lick up the shaft, I enveloped his pole with my starving mouth hearing a whispered ‘oh shit’ coming from his booth as I worked my way down his fat shaft, taking my time relaxing my throat to get the last couple of inches down. The stud’s dick jerked like his knees were buckling or something and I slowly brought my lips back to the head and then the tip taking my time of working my way back down his long pole.

    Fuck he tasted good.

    I sped up and felt saliva dripping out of my mouth while he started taking control and fucked my face with his stiff manmeat when I felt a shudder and then spooge started shooting in my mouth almost too fast for me to swallow but I managed to collect it all of it and softening up, the cock withdrew and I looked over to see another cock begging for my attention in the next hole.

    I licked the tip to let him know I was ready and willing and warmed up I pulled my t-shirt up and off my body getting back to the stiff rod as quickly as possible. This guy also wanted to fuck my face so I got close to the opening so he could piston his shaft back and forth thru the hole and my craving lips, gaining speed he pummeled my throat before unleashing a torrent of cum that I hungrily drank down and after his finished dumping his load, his cock withdrew and I decided to leave the booth.

    Waiting in the passageway opposite my door was the young guy whose cock was the first one I tasted. I had left my shirt off and he looked me up and down as I walked over and leaned against the wall next to him. He was short with what looked like a gymnast build, although it was hard to tell since he was wearing a sweatshirt with a Chicago university’s name on it.

    He was cute with a pale complexion and a mop of dark hair hanging almost over his eyes. I realized he was nervous and unlikely to instigate anything so I turned facing him lightly touching his chin giving him a gentle kiss. ‘Thank you for earlier’.

    He closed his eyes, opening them after a few seconds and looked at me in amazement, ‘You’re thanking me?’

    I nodded smiling, ‘Enjoyment isn’t one way you know’.

    He chuckled, ‘yeah, but I’m pretty sure I got more out the experience.’

    He had turned to face me so he could see me wiggling my eyebrows, ‘Maybe, maybe not.’

    Cute college boy barked out a laugh. ‘I guess I have a lot to learn.’

    ‘Practice. Practice. Practice.’ More chuckles while I smiled.

    He looked at my chest and his hand twitched.

    ‘It’s made to be touched you know.’

    A hand lightly touched my abs then moved up to my pecs and closing his eyes for a second he moaned.

    I couldn’t help smiling, ‘I don’t deserve that, it looks like underneath that sweatshirt there’s a pretty hot body.’ His hesitant light touch became more confident rubbing my pec flicking a swollen nipple with one of his circling fingernails and it was my turn to close my eyes and swallowed while he said, ‘But not anything like this.’

    Recovering from the scrape of his nail on my receptive nipple I opened my eyes and cute college boy looked up at me and smiled. ‘Besides I see and touch my body all the time.’

    I barked a laugh at that one and CCB’s face lit up.

    ‘I’m Rob by the way’.

    ‘Nice to meet you Rob, I’m Luke’ where he started giggling. I looked at him curious.

    ‘This is the first time I’ve been to a place like this and this was not what I thought I’d be doing.’

    I grinned, ‘And what did you think you would be doing?’

    ‘This.’ Luke dived down to first lick then suck hard on one of my nipples. Letting out a loud moan at the sensation, Luke jerked back, ‘I’m sorry, was that too much?’

    After I regained my breath, ‘Dude that was not too much.’

    Luke grinned and gave my other nipple a quick lick which making me shudder and opening my eyes back up after this latest assault, I saw Luke smirking.

    ‘I guess this means you’re a little sensitive there,’ scraping a nail again on my first nub. I backed up without thinking trying to halt his touches, ‘You might say that.’ Luke started giggling uncontrollably. I waited until he stopped thinking about the brutal treatment my tits had gotten last night from pair of sexy daddy’s so they were even more sensitive and bloated than usual.

    He looked up with a shit eating grin. ‘I feel like I’ve got the upper hand now.’ He reached up and I jerked back, which made him giggle more.

    Closing the distance, I grabbed the side of his face and rubbed my thumb on his cheek.

    ‘And what do you want to do with all that power?’ Luke closed his eyes kissing the tip of my thumb. Opening them back up, he looked directly in my eyes and said, ‘Everything.’

    We closed in for what started out as a gentle kiss growing with passion as I felt his hands roam my wide back leading down to first cup my ass, then push a finger in the center of my jeans and rubbing my crack showing me that Luke wasn’t any pushover. After we broke apart, I couldn’t help smiling.

    ‘So what’s next stud?’

    ‘Really?’

    At my nod, he grabbed my hand and walked me over to some booths, leading us to the middle one.

    This group of booths had those plexi-glass side walls letting booths on either side see in and more importantly, the middle one we were entering was twice as long so there were two booths on each side all with glory holes connecting to ours. I looked at Luke, who suddenly was unsure and looking at the stud with a grin, ‘Cool.’

    His face lighting up was worth it.

    Luke leaned over and gave me a hot kiss. ‘Ok, now it’s time for you to pay a price if you want to get further.’ I smiled at Luke.

    ‘Your sweatshirt’ Luke smiled, then slowly lifted his sweatshirt over his head showing a performance tank on caressing his sexy tight muscled body. I grabbed his waist pulling him close to me, ‘nice, very nice.’

    Grabbing the bottom of his shirt I pulled it up exposing his hairless, heavily cut body. ‘Extremely nice.’

    Smiling Luke murmured, ‘You tricked me. I demand compensation.’ He pointed at my jeans so

    I unsnapped the top button when he told me to stop.

    ‘Please let me,’ unsure again.

    I smiled, ‘Haven’t you figured it out yet? In this booth, it’s your call.’

    He stared at me and swallowed.

    ‘Damn.’

    On his knees, he snapped open two more buttons on my 501’s pulling them apart to expose my closely shaved pubic hair and the top of my fat dick which was swollen and begging to be released.

    Luke leaned in, first kissing the base of my stalk, they looking up and seeing I was okay with what he was doing deciding to give my shaft a long lick. The sexy college boy starting licking and kissing my groin area moving over to run his tongue over one side of my Adonis belt then the other, then stopping to let out a heavy breath like he was regaining control of himself.

    Bending down further he untied one of my boots then the other, pulling them off so I was standing in my stocking feet.

    ‘Now what?’

    Luke stood up, ‘just give me a minute.’ The hunky stud turned me around running his hands over my shoulders, back and sides like he was trying to memorize my muscles. ‘These arms, there’s guys on my team who have big arms, but not anything like these’ sliding his hands over my biceps.

    Kneeling back down again still with my back to him he kissed his way down. My pants had slipped a bit so his tongue traced the top of my crack and slowly pulling my jeans down, his tongue followed closely behind.

    Letting them fall to the ground, Luke kneeled behind me murmuring, ‘oh god, oh god’ before first licking and then driving his tongue in my hole and the only thing more sensitive than my nipples was now being attacked by Luke’s hungry tongue.

    I pushed my butt back, bending over to give him greater access as he continued his assault.

    Finally, the foxy stud backed away and I could hear his panting which was pretty amazing since I was gasping for breath myself and tapping one ankle and still leaning against the door for support, I lifted up my leg so he could pull my pants off, then after tapping the other, I was now free and clear wearing only socks.

    He tapped a leg again and lifting, Luke replaced first one boot, reaching around and tying it, then put the other back on. Then and only then did he signal for me to turn around.

    My cock was hard and dripping, but I didn’t let him get it just yet as I squatted down so I could kiss the little fucker and regain some control, but he was too clever for me.

    Reaching between my legs Luke punched a finger through my tongue moistened chute, causing me to jerk forward and grunt out a ‘fuuuck’, all of which made me lost my balance falling into the stud and since I had about sixty pounds on him we toppled over, both of us giggling, temporarily breaking the mood.

    We got up holding each other and rubbing each others hot firm torsos.

    While I felt up his rock hard body, Luke bent over and began attacking my swollen nipples again. They’ve been abused over the years and they stuck out like small fat bullets and when I didn’t object, the sexy dude grew bolder nipping and chewing harder making my pole drip almost like I was cumming as well as making my ass clench up.

    Luke handled my rod collecting my spooge, first licking his hand then giving me some fingers to lick clean.

    ‘Luke, I really need you to fuck me,’ I gasped out desperate for his dick.

    ‘Seriously?’

    ‘The price you pay for what you’re doing to me stud.’ He smiled.

    ‘On your back, I want to see you.’ The floor was sticky with years of peoples cum, but I didn’t care at that moment, dropping down on my back and lifted my legs exposing my rosebud.

    Luke kneeled down between them collecting more of my pre-cum shoving his fingers up my ass spreading the lubricant around and crawling forward he placed his fat tip next to my hole and pushed in.

    After a moment’s resistance, he slid in and leaning forward buried himself to the hilt and leaving it in place used to his invasion, he continued bending over for a kiss.

    ‘This is indescribable. You’re not my first, but damn you feel good.’

    I smiled, lifting me head to give another kiss. ‘Prove to me you’re an athlete stud, fuck me.’

    Luke started slowly almost feeling his way and as he gained confidence seeing the enjoyment I was getting from his big dick, he started pumping me harder and with longer strokes.

    My ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘fuck me harder stud’ spurred him on to pound my ass harder until he made a final shove as deep as it could go dropping down pulling my mouth to his as I felt him pumping load after load of hot cream deep in my ass and breaking from the kiss, Luke was panting and sweating like he had just run a race.

    Leaning back a little bit, he looked at me than dived down on my shaft which had remained hard the whole time and sliding up and down my pole with his lips tight around me, Luke reached up mercilessly grabbing and twisting my nipples and reacting without thought, I arched my back in pain/pleasure pouring my jizz down his throat watching it leak out, the white cream coating my shaft as he struggled to swallow it all as he came back up to dump some of my own cum in my mouth as we kissed some more.

    As we lay there we were both splattered by a guy in the next booth who was cumming, having shoved his climaxing member through one of the holes.

    Luke looked at the guys cum on our bodies and asked me if that grossed me out.

    ‘Hey bud, I came to this place for a reason. It has to be fairly extreme to gross me out.’

    Luke nodded and you could tell he was thinking something.

    All of a sudden he grabbed one of my nipples and rubbed it between two fingers.

    ‘Are you still in my power?’

    ‘When you keep doing that shit I am.’

    Damn that felt good.

    He leaned over and sucked one of my nubs in his mouth for awhile, the coming back up for air, ‘Which of these guys is the hottest?’ pointing to the four booths that surrounded us all loaded with guys watching our every move and I jerked my head to a beefy guy displaying a nice size rod.

    ‘I want to watch you suck his dick.’ I looked at him to see if he was serious and he replied by grabbing my nipple again and pulling.

    I crawled over to the guy’s hole making it clear it was his lucky day.

    As his dick slid through the opeing, Luke got close to watch as I wrapped my lips around the juicy head and moved down his shaft as Luke moaned, ‘This is so fucking hot.’

    He watched for a minute but decided to bend down where he started sucking my cock reaching between my legs and sticking a couple fingers up my still hungry butt.

    After a short while, he moved behind me pressing against my back to watch me continue sucking the thick cock off as he slid his big pole back down my chute and I arched back so the stud could ride me easier and Luke started fucking me harder reaching around to roughly yank on my tits.

    I started groaning which got the cock I was sucking to his limit and thick cream started shooting in my mouth which set me off as I started blasting a load over the floor and wall in front of me, clamping my ass down on Luke, where he starting grunting, ‘sonofabitch!’ shooting a searing hot load of cum in my ass. After the tremors stopped, I leaned back against him and we exchanged a hot kiss.

    ‘I can’t believe you’re still hard.’ Luke grabbed my boner giving it a stroke or two.

    ‘I told you I came here for a reason.’

    ‘Will you..?’ Luke looked at me.

    ‘What?’ Luke glanced over at another booth. Behind the plexiglass wall was a Puerto Rican stud opening up his shirt and rubbing a nice six pak, stroking a long, thick piece of meat with his other hand. ‘You want me to suck him too?’

    ‘No.’ He hesitated. ‘I want to watch him fuck you.’

    I chuckled. ‘You are seriously bent dude.’

    He looked at me, said ‘please?’ as he kissed me grabbing a nipple giving it a twist to remind me I was in his power.

    We disengaged with both of us standing up. We first looked at the PR stud and I made it obvious what was going to happen when I turned around, bending over to back my hungry ass toward the opening. We heard a ‘fuck yeah!’ and he wasted no time parking his tip at my entrance and sliding it in. He was thicker than Luke spreading my ass even wider which felt good as far as I was concerned.

    Luke grabbed my hair yanking my head up asking me if I was okay and when I nodded Luke smiled giving me a quick passionate kiss, then leaned close to the plexiglass wall and said, ‘fuck his ass stud, he likes it hard,’ which revved my fucker up to pulling his long shaft almost completely out ramming it back in hard.

    There was no finesse as he jackhammered his big meat in my hole.

    Luke watched my ass assault for a short while, once again sinking to his knees underneath me licking and sucking my hard dick moving up to lick my sweaty torso then my chest. This dude was obsessing over my nipples and I had no problems with that as he pinched and chewed on them chuckling when he’d hear me gasp or groan in pleasure.

    My ass continued to get pounded until we heard a ‘goddamnmotherfucker’ resulting in the stud in the other booth giving me one last slam holding it in as he shot his thick load of cream in my butt. After he pulled out I straightened up while Luke took one last chomp on one of my nubs holding on to my still hard pole.

    ‘Lie on your back.’ I looked at him trying to figure what he was up to. At this point I probably had as much cum on or in me as the floor did, so I lay down while Luke grabbed something from one of his pockets and it was a small tube of lube where he coated my member. Squatting down over me, he said, ‘You’re easily as big as I am, so I’m going to have to take it slow,’ where he proceeded to first let my tip push at his opening, then as he relaxed and opened up he slowly sank down.

    Shifting so that he was on his knees, he made small movements to get comfortable with my cock and leaned in.

    ‘I have a confession to make.’ I looked at him.

    ‘I’m more experienced then I let on.’ He continued sliding up and down my pole, ‘I’m something of a cocksman at my school and I like to take down the big muscle jocks. They usually think they’re going to get my tight butt, but I always end up on top pounding their hot jock asses,’ Luke continued raising and lowering himself as he waited for my reaction to his announcement.

    I grinned, ‘I figured something like that.’

    Luke looked at me surprised.

    ‘Dude you know how to screw to well and you were way too comfortable attacking my chest.’ Luke shrugged then grinned, ‘Now what?’

    ‘This.’ I grabbed his hot little body and moved us to where he was now on his back and me on top without ever leaving his tight butt.

    Luke looked up at me expecting me to start pounding his ass with his expression showing that he was a little scared and a little defiant, kind of a ‘bring it on’ look.

    I grinned and gave him a long wet kiss and proceeded to give him a long, slow, agonizing, sensual, loving fuck.

    I wanted him to know what it could be like if he wanted.

    His face was easy to read, so I’d watch and every time he looked like he was coming to earth, I’d shift making sure that I was rubbing his prostate hard or I’d lean down and lick his nipples.

    Luke had large areolas like me, but his nubs were ordinary non-abused little points, but I licked and sucked his beautiful nips causing him to arch his back from the sensations as well as lifting one of his arms over his head sticking my face in a hot pit tonguing the exposed valley.

    Kisses on his neck, cheek and nibbles on his ear lobe all kept him from even thinking about what was going on.

    I would change speeds never pounding him, adapting from short and long strokes, rotating my hips sometimes with my dick fully engulfed sometimes just the tip barely touching his opening. Luke spent most of the time with eyes closed letting loose a sporadic involuntary moan or gasp lost in the sensations as I wanted him to be.

    We went on for some time when I decided it was time to end this.

    I leaned over placing one hand on the side of his face rubbing my thumb gently on his cheek and giving him a long sweet kiss. I was in tight so my gently fucking was rubbing his shaft that had never gone soft.

    In a soft voice I started telling Luke, ‘Stud, being inside your hot tight ass is where I want to be and being able to touch this rock hard jock stud body is the best and what I plan on doing to you now is….’ All of a sudden Luke’s eyes shot open in surprise at the same time his sphincter closed on me like a vise grip and barely a second later I felt powerful shots of cum spurting all over me and Luke’s bodies.

    I couldn’t help it as I launched my jizz into his clenching butt.

    Resting on my elbows and knees, I softened a little exiting Luke’s hot chute as the cute college boy looked dazed and started with, ‘I, I, I’ and then gave up.

    Eventually I got up on me knees then stood up reaching down to give the stud a hand up realizing that once again my back had been saturated with cream from guys in the other booths spraying my back during my slow fuck of the hot gymnast.

    Recovering Luke smiled and then gave me a kiss. ‘So I was just taught that sex can also be incredibly erotic experience with two people.’

    I grinned at him, ‘Dude it was just sex.’

    Luke gave me a long look not believing a word, which showed how smart he was since that was exactly what I was trying to show him.

    ‘There is a guy from the football team that has wanted to get more serious.’ I didn’t say anything as we started to dress. One thing about boots is they’re a pain when undressing and dressing.

    ‘Although’ Luke grinned rubbing his ass, ‘I think I need to wait a few days before I call him.’

    I snickered. ‘I don’t know why, I went pretty easy.’

    Luke let out a laugh. ‘True, but you went easy fucking my ass for at least a half an hour by my calculations.’ I wasn’t wearing a watch so Luke showed me his. I couldn’t attest how long I was up his butt, but the two of us had been in this booth for a couple of hours.

    I laughed, ‘so quality AND quantity.’ Luke punched me in the shoulder noticing that I was dressed but left my t shirt in my back pocket.

    ‘Damn man, you’re not done yet are you?’ I shrugged.

    ‘I am such a fucking amateur. I bow to the master.’ Luke grinning put his hands together and bowed which had both of us chuckling when he reached down and undid the top two buttons of my jeans. ‘There, that is so fucking hot.’

    Luke now dressed opened the booth door, then stopped and turned around. ‘It doesn’t look like you’ll have much downtime master,’ as I followed his glance to see the Puerto Rican muscle boy with the big dick leaning against the wall looking straight at me.

    Luke reached up and gave me a kiss. ‘Maybe I’ll call Dan tonight.’

    I looked at him grinning.

    ‘Just to talk, honest.’

    ‘Good luck stud,’ and he headed over to the staircase while I headed over to the wall.

    ‘Damn man. I was wondering when you were coming out. I left after you started screwing the little stud and have been waiting ever since.’

    I didn’t say anything just grabbed him shoving my tongue down his throat. Reaching behind him I took advantage of his loose jeans running my hand down his crack and placing a finger on his hole….his lubed hole.

    I leaned back a little so he could see my raised eyebrow.

    He shrugged. ‘You two have me so horned up, I want a piece of what you were giving him.’

    ‘And what if I don’t want to be gentle?’

    ‘Daaaamn.’ Muscle dude grinned. ‘If I give you what you want, can I have your ass again?’

    ‘Only if you fuck me harder this time.’

    Considering he had pounding my ass earlier, his eyes widened.

    ‘Daammmn again,’ we better get started or I’m going to cum right here dude.’

    I laughed as we headed over to a more private booth.

    Once inside he pushed me against the wall with a ‘I got to have these first,’ diving onto my nipples and after having been abused for the last couple of hours they were hugely swollen and sensitive with a simple lick making my pole lurch and ooze jizz in my jeans.

    However PR dude had no intention of just licking my nubs as he chewed, then pulled them away from my body pinching the other nipple that wasn’t getting his primary attention.

    As I said they’ve been used and abused for several hours, actually days and about the time I was thinking it was more pain than pleasure, he would switch tits just rubbing the last one with his thumb, getting another kiss as he shoved his pants down and turning around the sexy man begged me to fuck him.

    I entered slowly but his hole was opening for me pretty easily, so I sped up burying me shaft deep in his hole.

    He jerked his head up letting out a ‘Yeeeeeah, fuck yeah,’ as I fucked his ass hard sometimes pulling out completely, waiting a second for him to start to close and then ramming it back in. Sometimes I’d do short strokes and pound his hole while the muscle boy kept begging me for more as we both broke into a heavy sweat.

    Finally I came in his hole lifting his body up with his back to my chest and rubbed his soaked heaving chest smearing the sweat all over his body.

    We stood like that for a minute when I asked, ‘Are you ready for payback stud?’ and he chuckled, ‘I’m going to pound your ass man.’

    ‘Good.’ And I pulled back letting my still hard dick flop out.

    Stud turned my around while I bent over with my hands on the wall while both our jeans were still around our ankles. I felt a finger find my chute in the dark and then his fat dick rammed up my ass to the hilt in one swift stroke.

    ‘Geezus!’ He chuckled leaning in to me.

    ‘Just following orders.’

    The big man started pounding me with no warm up, shoving his thick dick in relentlessly as I felt him cum inside me and he didn’t let up intending to pound my ass into oblivion. The fucker did to me what I did to him by yanking his monster meat all the way out ramming it back in and after I don’t know how long of getting my ass thoroughly fucked, he yelped and I received a second load from his demanding dick with him falling over my back.

    ‘I’m done stud. Geezus I’m done.’

    He reached around and felt my hard shaft and chuckled, ‘After I take care of this.’

    Pulling out he dropped to his knees and jacking me off with my head aimed at his open mouth and it took mere seconds for me to reward him with another heavy load of hot cum.

    I bent down and kissed his cream filled mouth taking as much as I could back.

    I helped the hot guy up and we dressed although my body was sticky with sweat and cum, I smelled pretty bad, but I loved that smell and putting my t-shirt on it scraped over my chest, I jolted since it felt like sandpaper on my way too overly sensitive nips.

    We said our good-byes and I headed out thinking about Luke’s comments about my sticking around for more.

    He of course had no idea that I had been transformed by a mysterious guy in the Caribbean a couple of months ago not only giving me this muscle body but a craving for mansex that was almost impossible to satisfy.

    I shook my head and went home satiated …at least for another night.

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