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  • Chance Meeting

    I am a twenty-seven year old gay male and have been since I was fifteen. I love all aspects of male sex and want it frequently, although that is not always possible. I am in sales and see quite a few hot men of all ages.

    I had been living in my apartment for just over six months, when the vacant apartment next to me was rented. I watched the new tenant move and offered my help.

    Introducing myself, I said, “Hi. I’m Mark Winters, your neighbor. You need any help?

    “Hey, thanks, man. Always, and I’m Greg North.”

    Greg was hot as hell, very muscular, and one guy of equal build helping him. With my help, we soon had Greg moved in and rested with a cold beer. As we paused, Greg removed his tee shirt, and all I could think about was how I might get him in bed for whatever he wanted.

    That is until I found out he and his buddy were both city cops. I knew then that my chances were near zero.

    Regardless, Greg and I became good friends. After a fer months, I told Greg that I was facinated by police work and loved the TV show, Cops, and asked if the police department allowed ‘ride along’. He said that they did but I’d have to apply at the division headquarters.

    I did and requested to ride with Greg. My application was approved and a Date was set.

    I had noticed that Greg eyed me a lot and was more friendly than normal, but knew that some people were just made that way.

    When the day arrived, Greg said I could ride to the station with him for that day. I did and was with him in the locker room where he and other officers changed from civilian clothes into their uniforms. I was weak from seeing so many hot studs in their briefs showing nice bulges and Greg’s was one of the biggest.

    I sat through roll call with him then e hit the streets. His shift was from two in the afternoon until midnight. It was a Saturday and he said on weekends we could expect anything.

    About three, he got a call to go to a family disturbance. The report was that one brother had threatened another after a fight.

    We arrived on the scene and as instructed, I had to stay with the vehicle. He took statements from witnesses and from the brothers. As he did, there was one neighbor that had witnessed the altercation and he was hot.

    He was about twenty-five or so and lived in the house we were parked in front of. He was just over six foot tall and had dark blond hair, muscular build and nice smile. He was shirtless and his chest was covered with a nice medium coating of dark blond hair and his left nipple had a ring through it. For some reason, as I looked at him, he looked at me and our gaze locked.

    When Greg finished interviewing him he casually made his way toward me. When he was close, he asked, “You a cop?”

    “No, that’s why I’m staying over here. That officer is my neighbor and I’m doing a ride-along.”

    “I’ve heard of those. I bet it’s interesting.”

    “Well, I’ll find out. This is our first call.”

    “I’m Clay Wallis,” he said, “and if I’m not being too forward, I’d love to get with you after today and get you to tell me all that happened.”

    I had a feeling that he was putting the make on me but I wasn’t sure. If he was, I damn sure wouldn’t turn him down. His low slung jeans were tight and showed a nice bulge, and on his left bicep was a USMC tattoo.

    “I’ll certainly think about it. How can I contact you?” I said.

    “I’ll be right back.” He ran into the house and soon returned with a slip of paper with his name and phone number on it.

    “Give me a call anytime,” he said.

    “Will do,” I said.

    Greg finished up and we left, returning to patrol duties. We made a few traffic stops, checked a suspicious activity call, finding nothing going on, and assisted on an assault call.

    All during patrol, we talked, and I noticed that he frequently glanced over at my crotch and periodically would rub his. That was turning me on to no end. I told him about Clay wanting to hear about my day and asked if there were any rules about discussing it.

    “You just can’t give any names or addresses out,” he said.

    Suddenly, we got a call to return to the address of our first call.

    “They’re fucking at it again,” Greg said.

    Flipping on his lights and siren, we took off. Moments later we pulled up at the address, along with two other units.

    The two brothers were hard at it, down on the ground, beating the crap out of each other.

    Greg and the other officers got them separated and cuffed. As I watched and waited, Clay walked up.

    “They are normally very peaceful but one found out the other has been fucking his girlfriend.”

    “Well, that can cause an explosion,” I said. I noticed that the bulge in Clay’s jeans was more pronounced, and suddenly asked, “You have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?”

    “None at all, why?”

    “Well, I’ll call you if I’m free and we can meet and I can tell you about my day.”

    “Hey, that would be great,” he replied. “I’ll be here.”

    Greg and the officers finished up and the two brother were both taken to jail.

    We left and moments later stopped a driver for DUI. The guy was so drunk he could barely stand up, much less drive. Greg arrested him and after a tow truck picked up his car we took him in and I got to see the booking process, or part of it.

    After a while back on patrol, I told Greg that I needed a pee break. Laughing he said he did also.

    Turning into a dimly lit alley behind an abandoned warehouse, he said, “We’re both about to break the law, or at least I am.”

    He turned off the headlights and said, “I’m going to piss. You going to join me?”

    Saying yes, I figured this was my chance to see how he was hung.

    We got out and walked over to the building. I stood turned slightly to my right and he came up on my right and turned to his left. we both took out our cocks and began a long piss session.

    I had been right about Greg. He was hung and very nicely, I might add. I couldn’t help but notice him checking mine out in the dim light.

    We both took our time putting our cocks away before returning to the car.

    As we pulled out of the alley, he said, “You do realize we both broke the law by urinating in public, don’t you?”

    “Oh, yea, but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

    Laughing, he said “Deal.” Then a few moments later he said, “You know, there is a lot that goes on secretly between officers that others would be arrested for.”

    “Oh? Such as?”

    “I really shouldn’t have brought it up, but since I have, I’ll be honest. I’m sure you’ve heard how officers cover for each other, right?”

    “Yes, I have.”

    “Well, I don’t know of any officer that would cover up illegal drug activity or other serious crimes, but some have other indiscretions of a sexual nature that fellow officers keep to themselves.”

    “May I ask what kind?”

    “This is just between me and you, promise?”

    “You have my word on it.”

    “Well, some married officers have been caught cheating on their wives with other women,” he said and after a short pause added “and a few with men. Some single male officers have been caught with other male officers by other officers.”

    “Having sex?”

    “Yep,” he said.

    “And the officers don’t report it?”

    “No. The guys are excellent officers in every way and would give their life for you. Why ruin their life just because of their sexual preference?”

    “I agree. I’m very open minded and feel that a man’s personal life shouldn’t be a condition for employment.”

    “I feel the same way,” he said.

    Opening the door, but not expanding on it I said, I’m no angel by a long shot.”

    “Me either,” came his reply. Neither of us expanded on it or questioned the other, but we looked at each other, almost knowingly.

    We finished the shift and returned to the stationed. After signing out, Greg and I headed home, stopping on the way for a late night dinner. Our conversations were light and avoided the sexual aspects we discussed.

    Late Sunday morning I called Clay and we agreed to meet at his place at three.

    “Come comfortable and cool. My air conditioning is acting up and I can’t get anyone out until tomorrow.”

    “Got it,” I said. “How about if I bring a cold six pack?”

    “Great,” he said.

    I arrived back in the nice upper middle class neighborhood and park at Clay’s just before three.

    He answered my knock wearing just a pair of short thin nylon gym shorts. Damn did he look hot.

    “Make yourself at home. I apologize for the heat, so feel free to take off whatever you want to stay cool.”

    “Thanks,” I replied.

    We talked for a while and I found out that he was an accountant and single and had no girl friend. I filed him in on myself also telling him I was single also and no girl friend.

    “So, tell me about your day on patrol,” he said.

    I filled him in on everything, leaving out the sexual conversation. He thought it was wild that we pissed together in an alley.

    As we talked, he was sitting across from me and periodically, I would get a small glimpse of the head of his cock. I knew he was going commando. I got brave and casually removed my shirt. I immediately noticed him checking me out.

    We visited until almost six when he said, “Mark, why don’t you stay for dinner? I’m really enjoying your company.”

    “Sure, if it won’t put you out any.”

    “Not at all,” he replied.

    We went to the kitchen and he began dinner with me helping all I could.

    As we ate, a nice breeze began blowing and after we finished, he suggested we go out onto the patio and enjoy it.

    With another beer in hand, we went out without turning on the light and he casually said, “If you weren’t here, I’d probably be sitting out here totally nude, trying to cool off.

    “Hey, it’s your place. Do what you want. Besides, it wouldn’t offend me because I do the same a lot when I’m home.”

    “You sure? You know you’re free to join me.”

    “I know that,” I said, hoping he would strip off his shorts.

    Seconds later he did, saying,”Man, that feels better.”

    I calmly stood and removed my shorts. I was commando also, just in case.

    Looking at me he said, “I love this. I see nothing wrong or indecent about us both being nude.”

    “Neither do I.”

    Then he smiled and said, “You know, you’re pretty well endowed. Have you ever measured it?”

    “Once. It was fully hard and I was curious and it measured roughly seven and a half.”

    “Nice. Mine is only seven.”

    “Nothing wrong with that,” I said.

    As we sat there we both began to get an erection. Soon, we were both completely boned. looking at each other, we began laughing.

    Clay stood up and walked over to me then leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed, he began stroking my cock and I did the same to him. After the kiss, he asked, “Shall we go inside and take care of things?”

    “Definitely,” I replied.

    We went inside and to his bedroom and were soon in a hot sixty-nine. After devouring each others loads we again kissed. after the kiss, he said, “I was hoping for this when we first talked.”

    “So was I,” I replied as I ran my fingers through his hairy chest. After more making out we rimmed and fucked each other. When I left, we had set a date for the entire next weekend at my apartment.

    Then on Monday afternoon, Greg called me and asked if I was busy Tuesday night. He said he was off Tuesday and Wednesday and would like to have me over for dinner. I said Tuesday would be great, and that I would take off work early so we wouldn’t be rushed eating.

    “Anytime after four-thirty will be great. Just in case I’m in the shower, the door will be open. Just come on in.”

    I arrived a four thirty five and just went in. I heard him in the kitchen and walked in, finding him totally nude.

    “Don’t you look cute?” I said. “I wish I had my camera.”

    “Damn, I thought I had more time. I must have looked at the clock wrong.”

    “Well, I didn’t know it was going to be this casual,” I said.

    “Hey, man, I’m sorry.”

    “Don’t apologize. Hell, I’m a nudist at heart. I love being nude and live that with at home.”

    “Really? So do I as you can well see.”

    “Look Greg, If you’re okay with it so am I. Get your shower and stay nude.”

    “You sure?”

    “Hell yea,” I replied.

    “Well, make yourself at home and I’ll be out in a few.”

    “No problem,” I said. “Got a cold one in the fridge?” I asked.

    “Yea. Help yourself,” he called back as he headed for his bedroom.

    I soon heard the shower running and casually stripped off my clothes. I was sitting on the sofa, my feet on the coffee table, when he returned.

    He was nude and said, “It make me glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to get nude also.”

    “Greg, I’m very comfortable around you so that’s why I have a confession to make.”

    “What kind of confession?”

    “You remember our private conversation when i was on patrol with you and I said I wasn’t an angel?”

    “Yea, why?”

    “Well, I’ve been with many guys in my lifetime, both getting satisfied and satisfying others. I’m totally gay.”

    “Man, am I ever gad to hear that. I figured you were from things I noticed when around you and the fact that you said you didn’t mind me staying nude. And just so you know, I’m one of the officers that got caught having sex with another officer. I’m gay also.”

    “I thought as much from your comment,” I said.

    “When I got caught, I was with not one but two officers. We were all on duty and it was on the back seat of my patrol car. We all had our pants down and I was on my hands and knees on the back seat. One was fucking my ass while the other was fucking my mouth.”

    “Shit, man, what happened?”

    “The officer that caught us had seen what was going on. He was married and bisexual. He watched a few minutes then walked up on us, his cock out and hard and stroking and told us to finish. After the two working on me both got their rocks off in me, we all stood up and he had me sit on the trunk of the car and he started sucking me. The other two took turns sucking him off. For several weeks he four of us would meet up and have sex until the first two were transferred to another area.”

    “Do you sill get with the one that caught you?”

    “Oh yea, occasionally. You remember the redhead that was there when we arrested the brothers?”

    “Yea. Is that him?”

    “Yep, and he thinks your hot.”

    “I think he’s hot also. I’d love sex with him.”

    “I can arrange it if you want me to.”

    “Hell yea,” I said. “What would be hot is to have him just knock on my door, come in and take advantage of me.”

    Greg just smiled then casually leaned over me and gently and lovingly tongue kissed me.

    We had dinner then headed for the bedroom where we sucked and fucked each other until almost two the next morning.

    Wednesday night about ten, there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my bathrobe and tying the sash around me, I answered the door.

    There before me stood the redhead cop. Gently, he pushed me back in and closed the door. I knew Greg had called him.

    He quickly opened my robe, pushing it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Neither of us said a word and he dropped to his knees, still in full uniform. He quickly swallowed my cock and sucked me to a magnificent climax.

    Then after standing, he kissed me passionately as I rubbed his boner through his uniform. As we kissed, he removed his utility belt then dropped his pants. As I dropped to my knees, I gently pulled his briefs down to his ankles. There before me was a beautiful seven inch uncut cock sticking out of the most sexy red patch of pubic hair I’d ever seen.

    I quickly swallowed his cock and brought him to his climax. His cum was delicious and i savored the taste before swallowing.

    As he redressed he said, “Next time, I want your cock up my ass, got it?”

    “My pleasure but when might that be?”

    “You just never know,” he replied with a wink. With that, he turned and left.

    Thursday night there was another knock on my door. The redhead cop was back. This time we fucked each other, me fucking him first. He insisted I fuck him without lube and bareback.

    He was an awesome bottom and an even better top. He would stop by maybe once a week, always while on duty.

    My weekend with Clay was awesome and Greg joined us Saturday night after he got off. It was unbelievable.

    Clay and I became closer and closer,and Greg was frequently involved in our encounters.

    One night, I looked at both of them and said, “Why don’t we make things easier and all buy a house together and move in together.”

    “I can rent mine out,” Clay said. Before it was over, we had all agreed on the idea.

    We found a house, bought it, and moved in together. It was out on the country and surrounded by woods, so we were free to go nude outside without the fear of being seen.

    I found out the redhead cops name was Sean, and he frequently visited us.

    Greg, Clay, and I have never really asked each other to be lovers but we each consider the other two as our lovers. We have a great relationship and always vacation together. We each have sex outside the house with others but we are always home with each other every night sharing one huge custom made bed. We’ve been together almost six years and my meeting Clay was just a chance meeting while with Greg, so it was only right that the three of us be together.

    THE END


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  • Can’t Get No

    Scott felt him going soft. He’d been straddling Tyler’s hips and riding him. He’d felt Tyler jerk and sigh, knowing that he’d come, but Scott hadn’t come. He’d ridden on. He looked down now and tried to see into Tyler’s face. It was too dark in their bedroom. But Tyler began to snore, so there really was no question.

    Scott gave up and climbed off Tyler and stretched alongside him, on top of the sheets. The ceiling fan was going whoop, whoop, whoop overhead and Scott was sweating from the exertion, but he ran his hands over Tyler’s chest and belly and down onto his thighs and found Tyler’s skin cool to the touch.

    Tyler was achingly beautiful, his facial features blond and ruggedly handsome, his muscles with the perfect definition that only long hours in the gym brought, curly down on his chest descending to trimmed and shaped pubes and a nicely plump cock and balls. Scott was lucky to have him. Tyler was probably the most popular guy at the small “jock’s” prep school they attended, using their first two years of college to improve their grades enough to enter a university with academic qualifications to meet their athletic prowess. Scott was a swimmer. Tyler was tops at any sport he wanted to be. He was working lacrosse and tennis now. He said, only half jokingly, that he didn’t want to mess up his face with sports not protecting it better lest his commercial worth was diminished when he went pro.

    Any other guy saying something like that would draw a derisive laugh, but when Tyler said it, everyone took him seriously. All of the guys who wanted guys wanted Tyler.

    But Scott had him.

    Sort of.

    Scott lay there, awake, most of the night, fretting and frustrated. They’d been together for a year, a year tomorrow – or today, he thought, as he turned and looked at the luminous dial of his nightstand clock.

    As the fingers of light stole through the broken slats of the blinds on the bedroom window, Scott turned toward Tyler again. The young blond god’s privates were captured in a shaft of light, and Scott couldn’t resist sitting up and leaning over and sinking his lips over the shaft. He allowed his hands to wander, one to Tyler’s day-old whiskered chin, down along his pecs and belly, and the other between Tyler’s legs, cupping his balls and fondling them.

    Tyler moaned, half awake. And as he slowly came awake, he hardened and his hands went to the back of Scott’s head, holding Scott’s lips over his skewering cock, and his hips began to roll.

    Scott gagged as Tyler increased in size and his hands trapped Scott’s head in place, not giving him release – not letting him disengage until Tyler had come, giving no warning, and shooting his load down Scott’s throat. As Scott pulled away and coughed and fought to clear his passage, Tyler bounced out of the bed and bounded into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

    While Scott was fixing breakfast, Tyler came into the dinette and sat up on a stool at the counter. He’d spent most of an hour in the bathroom. Scott was familiar with Tyler’s morning ritual. Tyler had to have everything “just so.” He was very particular about his appearance – even when he only was going to the gym. Which appeared to be what he intended to do this morning, what he’d dressed for.

    “It’s Saturday, Ty . . . and a special day. I thought after breakfast we might – “

    “Can’t today. Goin’ to the gym and to the hair stylist after. Then tennis. We’re going to Sean’s tonight, remember. Thought you’d make that dip that went over so well a couple of weeks ago.”

    “Ty.”

    “I think I’ll wear the red T tonight. It’s dirty, though. Maybe you could run a wash.”

    Scott didn’t make another effort. Tyler was already gone – and he hadn’t asked why this was a special day.

    That night, at Sean’s, Tyler was the center of attention, as always. Scott sat in the corner, watching him, and wishing and hoping. Maybe tonight. Tyler had a buzz on and sometimes when he was half high, he was playful.

    “He’s quite something, isn’t he?” Jackson had plopped down beside Scott on the arm of his chair and wrapped his arm around Scott’s head and tilted it up so he could look down at him with pouty eyes. Jackson was a bit too flamboyant and obvious for Scott. And, besides, Jackson, who was also a swimmer – a diver really and probably better at that than Scott was at swimming, Scott thought, really wanted the same thing that Scott wanted.

    Jackson had tried with Tyler – all of the guys wanting to be topped had tried with Tyler. But Tyler contemptuously called Jackson a girl. Jackson took it, though, because when all else was said, he still wanted Tyler.

    Scott was thinking just then that most of the guys who pined for Tyler were ones who hadn’t had him yet. Still, just looking at him made Scott melt – and wanting something, something he’d yet to have. Not just with Tyler, but with anyone. Scott had long ago decided maybe it was his fault. Maybe he wanted too much. Maybe what he wanted wasn’t to be had.

    Jackson had left him while he was still thinking about this, flouncing off with a “You’re no fun,” which Scott might have felt sorry about – but that was Jackson. There weren’t any hard feelings over it. Jackson knew Scott didn’t have what he wanted – just as much as Scott knew Jackson couldn’t bring satisfaction.

    While Scott watched Jackson shimmy away from him, his eyes stopped at a quiet guy who was sitting across the room and looking at him. Now that Scott thought about it, he realized that the guy – Dixon, who was in one of his classes – seemed to have been looking his way before. But Scott didn’t keep his eyes on Dixon very long – they just slid off him and he was looking around for where Ty had gone off too. Dixon was on the wrestling squad, and he’d had an elbow catch him in the nose one too many times, it looked like. A good body, as far as Scott could see, but a pretty messed up face. And he seemed a little creepy in class. Mostly sitting there and looking intensely around. But that was because he didn’t seem to want to wear his glasses, and his eyesight appeared to be for shit without them. He had them on now – old four eyes – and was staring Scott down.

    After checking out that Dixon was watching him again, Scott moved his eyes to the corner of the room, which was dark – and occupied by a couple of guys moving beyond the definition of “making out.” He felt a jog at the arm of the chair and Cody was there now. Cody was quiet – except when he was on the football field, when he was a lion. Cody was almost as good looking at Tyler was, but Cody couldn’t give Scott satisfaction any more than Jackson could. All three of them were looking for the same thing. But Cody seemed comfortable with himself. Scott and Tyler had discussed Cody before.

    “He’s gettin’ it from somewhere, I’m sure,” Tyler had said. “He walks with a strut and hums. He’s gettin’ it from somewhere. And I don’t think it’s from anyone at the prep. I think I would have heard, if he was.”

    Scott had asked then if Tyler wanted to do Cody himself, but Tyler had unexpectedly gotten angry about that. It was only later than Scott decided that Tyler saw Cody more as competition than conquest. Cody was almost as hunky as he was. It wasn’t a sex thing. Scott was beginning to think that none of it was a sex thing with Tyler, really – unless Tyler could have sex with himself.

    “Frustrated?” Cody asked when he sat down beside Scott.

    Scott looked at him in surprise. “No, of course not. Do I look frustrated?”

    “Yes, a bit,” Cody said and then he gave a low laugh. “You don’t have to be frustrated, though. Let me give you a tip.”

    “A tip? That’s something I don’t think I need, is a fuckin’ tip,” Scott said.

    “Yeah, you do. See that guy, Dixon, over there. He’s got a monster and can go all night. Eight, maybe closer to nine juicy inches. And I think he’s got the hots for you. He’d treat you right.”

    “Him? Give me a break. I’ve got Ty. Ty’s a god against that guy over there. What would I need with him when I’ve got Ty?”

    “You’d be surprised,” Cody said. And then he laughed. “Well, I got another tip for you if you don’t like that one.”

    “Full of good tips, are you?”

    Cody didn’t take offense. “I’ve been watching you. I think maybe you do. Remember this in case you want to try it out: Thursday, late afternoon, the truck stop out on 81. Look for a dark blue Volvo semi and ask for Elmer.”

    “Elmer?” Scott exclaimed, almost spitting out the beer he was drinking. “You putting me on?”

    “Nope.”

    The noise in the room had changed, and both Scott and Cody look up. Tyler had moved toward the door out of the apartment and he had Alphonse, the hunky half-back of the football team, who Tyler had been going with before he and Scott had gotten together.

    Scott watched as the two of them left the apartment together – without Tyler so much as looking back at Scott. On this, their one-year anniversary.

    “What was that second tip again?” Scott asked as he turned back to Cody.

    * * * *

    Scott was standing in the truck lot behind the 81 rest stop. He’d parked his car in the auto lot in front and sat there for a good twenty minutes before getting up the courage to walk past the restrooms and to the back of the lot.

    There were picnic tables in a grove of trees between the back of the restroom block and the asphalt of the truck parking lot. There were several rigs parked back there. A couple of them were dark blue, but Scott had no idea whether any of them was a Volvo. Three guys were sitting at one of the tables, drinking Cokes in cans and shooting the bull.

    One of the guys was old and flabby, but the other two were younger and in pretty good shape, especially a red head with a florid complexion who had tattoos running down his arms from the armless T he was wearing.

    They all noticed Scott walking up at the same time, and they all gave him sort of a knowing leer – enough so that he almost turned and walked away. But he didn’t do that. He wanted satisfaction, and he wanted to know if that was possible. Cody had told him it was. But he didn’t know whether to believe Cody or whether satisfaction for Cody would be much different than for him.

    “You Elmer?” he asked hopefully, looking straight at the red-haired guy.

    “Nope. You want Elmer do you?”

    “Yes. Is he here?”

    “His rig’s here. And there he is climbing out of it,” the fat guy said. He was looking out toward the trucks and Scott followed his gaze, and he felt the disappointment surging through his body.

    Elmer was no spring chicken – or hunk for that matter. He was tall and rangy, wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a cowboy shirt, and a Stetson hat. In fact everything about him from this distance cried out of old, weather-beaten cowpoke loser.

    “So, what’er you lookin’ for, sonny?” the third guy asked. “Maybe the three of us – “

    But Scott was already on the move, walking out onto the asphalt, toward Elmer’s truck. That’s the name Cody had given him. What he actually felt like was bolting altogether, but he’d come too far down this road not to give it a try.

    The closer Scott got to Elmer, the uglier Elmer looked – all angles and stringiness. His face was long and thin and looked like he’d been hit with a shovel earlier in his life. He did look like he had all his teeth, though, which was a plus. As Scott approached, he lifted his hat up off the front of his face and his leg up on the running board of the sleeper cab – a pretty big one – behind the truck cabin.

    He was staring Scott down real hard, like it was him deciding if Scott was good enough rather than the other way around.

    When he got close enough, Scott stopped and drew a breath and said, “I’m told you’ll give satisfaction for $50.”

    “How old are you, son?” The accent was sheer Texas. Scott looked at the man’s hands. They were big, his fingers long and thin. Calluses on his palms attested to the hard life he led. His arms were randomly covered in tattoos and he was so rangy and hard-bodied that his veins stood out in blue, competing with the design of the tattoos.

    “Twenty. Twenty and a half.”

    “You got ID? You comin’ from the jock’s prep school on the other side of town?”

    “Yes to both.” Scott took out his wallet and flashed his ID. He started to take bills out of it as well.

    “Put that away for now. I guarantee satisfaction. You sure you want this?”

    Scott hesitated a nanosecond, but then he gulped and said, “Yes.”

    “You gotta be sure at the start. You’ll be tied. I won’t stop once I start.”

    “Tied?” Scott asked, the concern showing in his voice.

    “Yep. You don’t want that, you don’t want it bad enough.” He reached for the handle to his sleeper cabin then and opened the door and stepped up on the running board and turned away from Scott.

    Scott didn’t know if he was being dismissed or being told to follow Elmer into the truck.

    “I can go $75,” he blurted out. “And however you want to do it,” he added in desperation.

    “Well, come on up in here, then. It ain’t gonna get done out here on the tarmac.”

    The cabin was surprisingly commodious, although the single bed along the back wall took up much of the space. There was a shelf over the bed, so the headroom wasn’t all that great. What gave Scott a pause, though, when he looked at that bed was seeing wrist restraints hanging down from the top of the side wall at the head of the bed.

    “You can fold your clothes and put them up on the shelf over the bed.”

    As Scott was doing this, Elmer came up behind him and wrapped strong, sinewy arms around him. Elmer had already stripped – and Scott could feel he was ready for powerful action.

    “Umm, I don’t know. I – “

    But that’s as far as Scott got before he was fully under Elmer’s spell. Elmer turned and gently pushed him down on the bunk spanning the back of the cab, holding him in strong arms. When Scott was seated, Elmer just continued on down on his knees between Scott’s spread legs, and for the first time in as long as Scott could remember, someone was giving his cock and balls – and eventually the rim to his ass channel when Elmer rolled Scott’s hips on up on the bed – total attention and loving.

    Scott closed his eyes, not looking at the man making love to his cock – not seeing an old, wiry, weather-beaten cowboy. Just enjoying what that man could do with his lips, tongue, teeth, and hands.

    Scott was moaning and moving his hips in an involuntary waving motion and gritting his teeth and groaning when he finally couldn’t take any more and blurted out, “God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”

    “Why yes, son, yes you are. If you got it in you, I’m gonna get it out. Let it go.”

    And Scott did let it go, jerking and flopping around and coming for all his might, while Elmer took it, humming, and telling him how good his flow was.

    Already exhausted, Scott was flopped back on the bed, his head on the pillows, but pushed into the back corner, as Elmer stood up in the cabin. And when he did, Scott gasped and moaned at the size of the man’s erect cock.

    He whimpered softly and made hesitant moves to leave the bed, which was prevented immediately by Elmer, who reached over and took Scott’s wrists in his strong hands, pushed them over his head, and trapped them in the wrist restraints.

    Elmer moved his hands to Scott’s hips and lifted Scott’s pelvis from the surface of the bed to where the head of his club of a dick was kissing Scott’s well-prepared entrance.

    What happened after that was the fuck of Scott’s life – and not just once, but twice, with Elmer riding him hard and deep, raising Scott on waves and waves of ecstasy at how well Elmer anticipated where the edge of the next plateau to heaven was. He’d linger there until Scott was begging for more, and then he’d have Scott burst through to a new level of satisfaction.

    When he was finally done, having made Scott the center of all sensual sensation for nearly an hour, he reached up and released Scott’s wrists. Scott couldn’t move, he was so used and exhausted – and he didn’t know what else.

    “If you’re satisfied, leave the fifty on the countertop right over there. You’re a good fuck. If you’re not satisfied, sorry I can’t be a help to you.”

    Satisfied. That was it; that was the word Scott was striving for. It was what Tyler wasn’t giving him. But now he knew it could be had.

    Elmer was dressed and gone out of the cabin before Scott could even regain regular breathing. He dressed – rather painfully, but with a sense of awe – and left the $50 on the counter at the side of the bed. He would have been happy to have left more, but he was pretty sure that Elmer would take that as an affront to his pride and a put down to his class status. When he stepped gingerly down from the cabin of the semi, Scott looked over to the picnic area and saw that Elmer had joined the other drivers there and was jawing with them. None of them overtly seemed to be watching him as he stumbled to his car, but Scott got the feeling of three sets of eyes boring into the back of his head. But not Elmer’s, he didn’t think. He thought that Elmer probably was fully confident in the worth of himself – and of his fucking mastery – and Scott would not have argued with him.

    He’d have to ask Cody if it was acceptable to have a return visit.

    * * * *

    The encounter with Elmer had been three days previously, and Tyler hadn’t seemed to notice that anything was different. What he most didn’t notice was that Scott wasn’t asking him for sex – and wasn’t coming for it, and didn’t make any moves when they were in bed.

    Tyler didn’t make the moves either. And this gave Scott pause to think back. He couldn’t remember the last time Tyler had made the moves on him.

    What was the use of a beautiful body if the guy was going to be no better than a mannequin. Elmer had been old and ugly as a fence post. But he’d had a cock and a technique that sent Scott over the moon. What’s in a face and toned body then?

    Satisfaction. What constituted getting sexual satisfaction?

    When Cody called with an invitation to a party at his place, Scott said he’d be there. But he said Tyler couldn’t make it. He had no idea, of course, whether Tyler could have made it or not – or whether he’d even want to go. He wasn’t going to give Tyler that option. He didn’t need or want Tyler at the party.

    “By the way, Cody, thanks for that tip . . . the one about the Volvo semi.”

    “Glad you decided you’d give the tip a chance,” Cody answered.

    There was a pause, in which Scott didn’t say anything but neither one of them clicked off.

    “Umm, Cody, about the other tip – “

    “Those two tips went together, Scott. The biggest difference is that with Dixon you don’t have to pay the $50.”

    “Well, umm. Is . . . ?”

    “Yes, Dixon’s already said he’s coming. I can certainly tell him you’ll be there too. You want me to put a reserved sign on my bedroom door?”

    “Yes, please.”


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  • Evan’s Angel

    Dash knew my no sleepover rule so I was glad that I found myself alone when I woke up the next morning. I groaned and found out that if I didn’t get up and have the quickest shower known to man, I would be late for work.

    After zipping in and out of the shower and changing into clean clothes, I zoomed off to work. I was the manager of a clothing store from a major company so I was paid pretty well, received some good benefits and could take holidays pretty much whenever I wanted after my long years with this company.

    I opened the store as quickly as possible with one of my employees and was glad to see that business pretty much picked up immediately. I was busy tending to a couple of customers when a familiar scent entered my nostrils and a hand came down on my shoulder.

    ‘Cassidy,’ his voice said.

    ‘If you need anything, let me know and I’ll be with you,’ I said with a smile. I turned around and sure enough, there was Evan in his tall, brooding, masculine-scented aroma. I rolled my eyes playfully and went behind the counter to check the roster for the week.

    ‘How are you?’ he asked me kindly.

    ‘I’m fabulous, thank you,’ I replied abruptly.

    ‘How was your night last night?’

    ‘Fabulous.’

    ‘What about tonight? Are you free?’

    I sighed and finally looked up at Evan who, despite getting the hint that I wasn’t in the mood for conversing with him, still had a smug looking grin on his handsome face.

    ‘I guess so,’ I mumbled.

    ‘Sweet, I’ll see you then,’ he said with a wink.

    I couldn’t really focus on work for the rest of the day. Needless to say, I was very excited for what the night might bring.

    Soon, the time rolled around and there was a knock on my apartment door. I opened it and that sweet scent hit me like a bus once again; Evan stood there with that same grin on his face as he invited himself in.

    ‘What are we doing tonight?’ I asked him curiously.

    He pulled out a plastic bag and emtpied its contents on my coffee table which was revealed to be a bunch of DVDs.

    ‘How about a good night in?’

    I was dressed to go out and was looking forward to grabbing something to eat with him but the thought of not leaving the hous ewas so much better. I sat down next to him on my sofa as we slipped in the first DVD which was, in a nutshell, a romantic-comedy ninja movie.

    I had little to no interest in the movie but being cuddled up wtih Evan on my couch was worth it. Finally, the silly movie had ended and I was about to pick another one to watch but Evan’s gentle hand stopped me.

    ‘Let’s go for a walk,’ he said.

    I followed him out of my apartment building and we walked through a part of town that I wasn’t very familiar with.

    ‘Close your eyes,’ he told me.

    I wasn’t a fan of surprises nor closing my eyes whilst someone led me around so I put up a fight but Evan stopped me and said we would go back home if I didn’t oblige so I did as he said and Evan had his firm hands on my shoulders as he walked me forward.

    ‘Okay, now open them.’

    I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful garden I had ever seen; we were in what seemed to be a private area because I had never seen this garden before. It was like out of a picture; it had a clear water creek with a little bridge that went over it and an assortment of coloured flowers with other plants and trees surrounding them. It was magnificent.

    I looked at the bridge and finally noticed a picnic rug on it with a lamp on it and some other things.

    ‘I had my friends set this up for us,’ he explained with a huge grin, ‘those DVDs were just a distraction.’

    I looked at him in surprise as he took my hand and led me to the picnic rug where I found there was a lovely dinner already awaiting us. He poured me a glass of wine and with his own, we clinged ours together and took a long swig.

    He watched me intently as I looked around, viewing the magnificence of the area we were in. I was speechless.

    ‘How do you like it?’ he said.

    ‘It’s beautiful,’ I mumbled.

    ‘I knew you weren’t as anti-romantic as you claim to be,’ he said teasingly.

    I looked at him and felt things in my stomach I hadn’t felt before; his arrogant grin had slowly disappeared and he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him. I crawled over the picnic basket between us and, avoiding the plates and other condiments that would get in the way, leaned in to kiss him. I held his face in my hands as he wrapped his arms around my waist as we passionately embraced each other at the romantic setting.

    Evan and I had kissed before, but never like this. This time, there were actual feelings behind it. And I was loving every moment of it.


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  • All I want for X-mas

    I never really liked winter. Although the bounty of winter guys (free-balling in their sweatpants, faces ragged from the lack of shaving, the outline of a beautiful cock in grey sweats), rivaled the bounty of summer guys (free-balling in their gym shorts, faces ragged because, well, who gives a fuck what you look like in college, the outline of a beautiful cock in red shorts)… but I digress.

    I’d much rather spend these frigid months at home, snuggled on the couch with my imaginary cat and with an imaginary boyfriend (or two) clutching me tightly from the rear.

    Instead I’m spending these days sitting behind the receptionist’s desk at the student health clinic – checking in scared girls who were stupid enough to get pregnant and catering to flu victims – wondering when it’s my turn… wondering when I get to stay home with a real man asleep at my back with his arms on my thighs, nuzzling the nape of my neck, exhaling hot air on my skin, poking me with his boner.

    Some really attractive guy and his dog – I mean, girlfriend – walk in and come straight to my desk.

    “Hey buddy, we need to see a doctor. My girl thinks she has herpes.” He smiled. She scoffed; and I laughed nervously. His teeth were white, shaved face, pretty features, and long eyelashes – husband material.

    “Actually,” she said more to him than me, “I’m just here for my tuberculosis shot.”

    I was mildly taken by surprise by all of this. I told her: “You just sign up here. You actually tell the nurse that once she calls you,” Yea, my job is useless.

    She signed the sheet and walked away. My future husband was leaning on his elbow on the countertop. He winked at me and smiled, walked over to that undeserving girl and sat beside her.

    I rolled my eyes, and then I spent the next ten minutes staring at the side of his face (and dodging my glance when he’d look over at me as not to appear creepy), imagining how much fun I would have with his cock. The building was already modestly warm, and I was wearing pants that tightly embraced my balls. To be sitting there imagining what his cock would feel like sliding between my lips was like putting icing on my boner – I mean cake.

    I looked at him again and moaned silently, dropping my arm under the desk, resting my elbow on my cock. I pressed my erection against my arm. The sensation was slight, but it felt nice. It prompted me to keep fantasizing about him…

    … Opening my pants in the bathroom, licking the juice from the tip of my cock, smelling my balls right before he sucked one into his mouth, then both of them.

    My dick quickly got harder; tunneling at whichever angle it could to fully extend comfortably.

    … Then slipping the swollen red head of my cock into his mouth past his throat, getting my cock slimy so he could use his hand to slowly stroke the shaft. Down his throat deep, slipping it out slowly and slurping up the spit.

    I put my hands under his armpits and forced him to stand. Shoving my tongue down his throat I closed my eyes. We felt each other’s body. Part of his cock was sticking out of the top of his jeans. I rubbed my palm against it, then I bent over to force his pants open, snatching his cock in my mouth, pushing back the foreskin like the wrapper on a candy bar. I took it as far into my mouth as I could – it was extraordinarily thick. I licked my palm and stroked his cock, meanwhile pushing my nose into the thick brown pubic hair, breathing deep, wishing I could bottle that smell.

    I stood up. He sucked on my neck. I bit his shoulder. We exhaled on each other’s skin, and I rubbed his furry ass. I turned him around. I licked my finger, and he lifted his shirt. He leaned against the stall in front of him, and I ran my fingers in circles around his asshole. He breathed in through his teeth, eyes closed. Kneeling down, I pulled his cheeks apart and licked circles around the smooth pink rim and around the furry edges of dark curly hair.

    I grabbed a condom poking out of my jean’s pocket (which were scrunched at my ankles), and I slid it over my pulsing, brick-hard cock while I continued to wet his beautiful hole. I stood up, pushed on his back with my palm so his chest would lie flat against the wall, spit in my hand and rubbed it on my dick.

    I pressed the head of my cock against his spit-cleaned asshole. I slapped my shaft against it a few times. I pushed my cock into him, wiggling it back and forth gently, pushing slowly. He held his breath, and I held mine. I watched the expression on the side of his face that wasn’t pressed against the stall wall. His mouth made an O, and his eyebrows were crunched together. I gave a small push and the rest of my cock disappeared into him. He gasped quietly, then his face went blank, mouth open slightly, such a serene expression.

    He put his hand down and grabbed his cock. “Fuck me,” he whispered. He grabbed behind my neck with the other hand. I pulsed in and out of him slowly.

    “Fuck me,” he said again with more force. I pushed deeper in and out, slowly. I gave him one deep hard slam. He moaned. “Do that again.” I slammed my pelvis against his ass hard, slowly drawing my cock out, and slammed hard again.

    We were breathing heavily. My heart was pounding through my rip cage. My hands were shaking. I wrapped my arms around his torso, grabbed his pecks in my hands. He fucked himself on my cock for a second, and then I bent him over, grabbed his waist, and fucked him.

    I slammed into him hard and quick. He moaned softly each time I would hit, the contact of our bodies creating a soft smack, my balls hitting his making a louder sound.

    I stood up on my toes and pounded him harder and harder. I pounded him harder. Deep. Harder. He was moaning “yes” loudly, stroking his own cock. “Fuck me,” he whined. Harder and harder, until I collapsed forward, my cheek on his back, hunched over like an animal pumping cum into a condom deep in his ass. My body jerked almost a dozen small times as I moaned softly.

    “Don’t stop.” He demanded. My cock was still rock hard, so I pounded him a few more times until he raised up and shot thick syrupy cum onto the dark green wall, clear semen streaming quickly down and white globs of cum slowly sliding after.

    He grabbed my neck from behind and moaned into my mouth while he kissed me. He licked my lips and wiped the sweat from my cheeks. He looked me in the eyes and kissed me again.

    I don’t want to have to tell you I was then woken up by the absolute antithesis of this fantasy man – a bloated nurse informing me of a large line of students needing checked in, but unfortunately I was. I looked around for the man who, especially after what I just imagined, would soon be eternally engaged to me, but he was nowhere to be seen – just a line of miserable students bundled indistinguishably in coats various shades of grey.

    Gah, I hate the winter. THAT is what I want for Christmas.


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  • Anthony And I

    The next morning I met up with one of my best friends Eric

    “so I haven’t talked to you in a while I’m sure Lauren has been filling you in on what’s been happening” I said to my friend

    “oh you mean about you secretly dating the schools star athlete, yeah she might have mentioned it” we both laughed

    “now that your with him you won’t have any time for me and Lauren”

    “that’s not true you know I love you guys, so I’ll see you later” I said walking away because I spotted Anthony

    “hey” Anthony said walking up to me

    “hi, how was the rest of your night”

    “it was good sorry I didn’t call you I feel asleep I guess you wear me out” he said in a low voice I smiled

    “how was yours” he asked

    “it was good I actually went to a movie”

    “oh with Eric and Lauren?”

    “no with Adam”

    His gorgeous smile turned into a frown

    “why with him” he said catty

    “you know what I’ll talk to you later”

    He said before he turned around and walked away

    “what the hell Anthony” I yelled but he kept walking.

    The day had gone by slow I went to open my locker and a note fell out it read:

    Meet me at the café I’ll be waiting at table 6 ~Anthony~

    I sighed and crumbled up the note and threw it away.

    I knew the cafe was in walking distance but I didn’t know whether or not to meet him I decided what the hell. When I got there he was at the table spinning his straw around in his glass

    I walked up and sat down in the seat a little annoyed with him.

    “here I got you a soda he said sliding it across the table”

    “thanks” I took it and glanced out the window obviously we came here to just sit

    The waitress came by

    “hi can I get you two something”

    “can you give us a couple more minutes” I asked her

    “so are we just going to sit here and not speak?”

    “why did you go out with adam”

    “anthony where friends that’s it, I told you don’t worry about him”

    “im not worried about him I don’t give a shit about him, I’m worried about you”

    “well stop, we just saw a movie, nothing happened” my voice was getting louder

    It was silent again

    “look if where not going to talk im leaving”

    “wait next Friday is our month anniversary”

    “you remembered?” I asked shocked

    “of course, I want it to be special ill pick you up at 7:30 wear something nice.”

    “ok” I shook my head and agreed

    “I love you anthony”

    “I love you too nate, and I don’t want to lose you”

    After we left the restaurant he dropped me off at my house I could not wait till our big date.

    A whole week went by fast as I was anticipating our anniversary I didn’t see Anthony hardly that whole week so we spent a lot of time talking on the phone late at night. When Friday rolled around I rushed home and waited for 7:30 I started getting ready about 6:50 showered got all cleaned up I decided to go with a casual slash formal look wearing a gray button up shirt with a black tie when Anthony came to the door he was the most handsome and sexy man I had ever seen in my life he was wearing a black button down shirt that was a little tight on him and his biceps were about to break the sleeves with a red tie he was to die for.

    “hey are you ready to go”

    “yes”

    He led me to the car and opened the door for me then we started driving

    “where are we going?” I asked

    “he laughed “it’s a secret”

    He then pulled over and pushed on the break bring the car to a standstill he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a long black bandana

    “ohh no” I said “im not putting that on”

    “you have to I want you to be surprised”

    I gave up and let him put it on me we drove about ten more minutes than the car came to another stop this time he got out and opened my door he grabbed my hand with his and told me to step down carefully.

    “just fallow my voice” he said

    “your voice is so sexy”

    I didn’t really have a choice because it was all pitch black and all I heard was him and something crashing.

    Then he stopped, so did I

    “ok baby” he said as he reached behind me and pulled the bandanna loose I opened my eyes slowly to see the Falls and a table set up with candles all around it and two champagne glasses, then close by he had a tent set up for us to stay the night in.

    “oh my god” I screamed this is so romantic “is this for me?” I asked

    “well do you see anyone else around here he joked

    I ran to him and jumped onto him kissing his lips “this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

    We sat down at the table and had a glass of champagne

    “do you want to go swimming or am I going to have to get you in there like the last time.”

    “no its ok ill go”

    We blew all of the candles out and he began to take off his clothes even in the moonlight he still looked like a god he was so perfect and he was all mine.

    “come here baby”

    I went and he took my hand and we walked up to the top where you could jump and land right in the water without letting go of each other we jumped. Once in the water we swam under the water fall it felt like the moon was just shining down on us.

    We both looked deep into one another’s eyes.

    “you know this is where we had our first kiss” Anthony said and just like that he had my head pulled into his kissing me passionately after we swam around together things were heating up between us as he kept putting his hand in my briefs and stroking on my cock.

    “maybe we should go inside”

    We both got out and didn’t stop making out the whole way to the tent. Once inside, we both slid our underwear off.

    Anthony was being so gentle with every kiss and touch

    “Happy anniversary babe”

    “happy anniversary, this was the best surprise ever” I said kissing him

    Just then it started pouring down rain and the thunder started we could hear the rain beating down heavily on the tent roof.

    “do you want to make love?” he asked

    “no I just want you to hold me and that’s what he did we stayed up just looking in each other’s eyes and holding each other’s bodies tight not even saying a word as it continued to storm outside that was until our lust and sexual tension got the best of us.

    I crawled over him he was already hard so got down and stroked his cock a few times getting pulling back his foreskin, then i took it in my mouth and sucked him for a little i didn’t want him to blow his load in my mouth tonight so I stopped and took out a condom and rolled it over his cock I positioned his cock at my hole and slid back down I was use to his dick now so it didn’t hurt that bad as when he first was in me I began to ride up and down on him he was just looking at me with amazement.

    I was in total control while he was just lying there and that’s how I wanted it I pushed him in and out of me we were both moaning he managed to get us turned around to where I was on my hands and knees and he was fucking me on top his rod was going in and out of me so hard I could feel and hear his balls hitting my ass every time he pushed in me.

    He took his cock out of me and tore the condom off then put it right back in me and started again

    “oh shit baby I’m going to fucking blow” he said

    “no keep fucking me “

    He did, he didn’t stop until his seed blew deep inside me.

    He collapsed right next to me all the sounds you could here were the water hitting the tent and us breathing deeply we both had sweat dripping off of us from the intense sex.

    I crawled back over him and laid on him with our sweaty bodies touching and kissed the man I loved.


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  • Taken by Cody in an Alley

    When my buds and I hit the club that night, I had no intention of meeting another guy. It had only been a couple of weeks since Robbie and I split and the wounds were still raw. But then I saw those intense brown eyes across the way, trailing my every move on the dance floor.

    Our eyes locked together.

    My heart skipped several beats.

    A jolt of excitement ran up my back.

    He was breathtaking and I couldn’t help but stare back at him. I soaked up every last bit of his intense gaze, letting it tease and taunt me.

    The air was warm, wet and filled with far too much alcohol and cigarette smoke – things that usually bothered me – but with those intense brown eyes upon me, I was the least bit troubled by my surroundings.

    His hair was long and tousled, he wore a sexy blue plaid shirt that had a few buttons loose, his sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms and his legs were snuggly wrapped in a pair of faded blue jeans. What was most striking, however, was his face. He oozed of masculine esthetic and charm. He had an angular jaw, sharp curves and the look and feel of a macho dude. He was absolutely gorgeous.

    I continued to dance in order to keep myself busy. It was much easier to seduce him with my eyes and dance moves than it would have been through conversation. He seemed to enjoy my passivity and when he kicked his butt of the stool and began heading my way, I knew just how much he was into me. His eyes were filled with determination and his energy buzzed with lust.

    Everything that our eyes communicated back and forth suggested that we were ready to sneak off and have wild sex.

    He was into it.

    I was into it.

    And before I knew it, we were face to face.

    “Hi there,” he said as he swooped into my personal space, leaving very little room between us. The tone of his voice was a deep, sexy baritone and it left a soft buzz on my ears as soon as he spoke. I could also feel his warm breath, which made me lust for him even more.

    “Hi,” I replied back and smiled. He made me feel so nervous, and with him standing so close, I had no choice but to lean into him, which intensified my anxiety even more so. I tried to keep up with my dance moves, though with little success, and once he snaked his arms around my waist, I felt as though my knees would give way. With him even closer, I could smell his charming scent. It was woody, fresh and filled with citrus undertones. Just like his voice, the scent was deep and so perfectly matched to the man I sensed that he was.

    “You got a name?” he asked, looking me dead in the eye.

    “Jake,” I said.

    Our bodies were as close as possible and my moves had since fallen into sync with his. Our hips gyrated in unison and his hands felt strong on my lower back, serving to express his interest even more so.

    “You shouldn’t dance like that,” he said, his gaze narrowing on mine. “You look so hot, you’re likely to turn every guy in here mad.”

    “Oh yeah?” I challenged with a coy smile. I was feeling charged, once I was all cozied up in his embrace. His infatuation in me had suddenly made me all brazen. “Am I driving you crazy?”

    He squeezed my lower back and let his hands briefly slip down to my ass. I took that as a yes.

    “What’s your name?”

    “Cody,” he said, his hands still hard on my ass. His grip was firm and I thoroughly enjoyed having him touch my butt.

    “Well I’m glad you came over, Cody.”

    Those sensuous lips of his curled. All I wanted to do was fell them on my own and taste them. I didn’t dare reach up and kiss him though. I could tell that he wanted to kiss me and it was only a matter of time before he reached down to lock our lips together. When he pulled away from me instead of kissing me, I was surprised.

    “Let’s go,” he said and took my hand in his.

    “Where are we going?”

    “You’ll see.”

    He headed towards the back door and I kept up with his brisk space, as my hand was still in his. People checked us out as we made our way to the back door. Cody was one of the hottest guys at the club that night and I was the lucky bitch who got him. I could feel the envy upon me but I didn’t care. Cody made me feel so careless and uninhibited and given how sad I still felt about Robbie, running of with Cody was just what I needed!

    ***

    We ended up in the back alley. It was dark. The air was just as humid outside as it was inside. The asphalt was cracked at our feet and the red-brick wall he had me against was just as damp as the air.

    Cody was all over me like a bad rash, with one arm of his resting on the brick and the other on my waist, and his intensity bordered on freaky. If he wasn’t so hot, I might have been somewhat creped out. He didn’t say much, he used his body language to communicate more than he did his mouth. He had me cornered. I should have been a little frightened, but I wasn’t. Instead, I was insanely aroused.

    “You’re sexy,” he whispered. Those dark chocolate brown eyes were still on me. His gaze was hypnotic, his energy arresting and I was completely under his spell. His particular brand of seduction was unlike any other.

    “You’re incredible,” was all I could say before he moved in and kissed me.

    Our lips met quickly and he devoured me. It was messy and sloppy and yet, so sexy. Going slow was more my style, but with Cody, all I wanted to do was devour him right back. Perhaps his potent sexuality had rubbed off on me, as if I was feeding off of it, but I was very different with him. Our tongues danced around together for some time and I found the taste of his mouth to be very sweet and inviting.

    His hands were all over me and I couldn’t get enough. I hungered for his touch. Those sturdy palms of his were up my shirt and his fingers were on my nipples, teasing and pinching away at them. My skin began to tingle, his touch was so seductive, and my body continued to grow evermore numb. I knew nothing about this man except his name and yet, I felt more being in his arms that I’d ever felt with any my past boyfriends. He was so passionate and sexual. I felt as though I were dreaming, like I would wake up and realize that Cody had been nothing but a delicious fantasy. Lucky for me, he wasn’t and lust licking at my heart and invading my senses was proof of that.

    Shortly after we’d been kissing for a while, he abruptly turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. Once I was firmly secured, he rested his weight onto my back and held me tight.

    “You ever been fucked in an alley before.”

    My body tightened. “No,” I gasped.

    He reached his hands back down onto my waist and began to unbutton my pants. He had me so aroused that I had little willpower left in me to stop him. I wanted him to fuck me and although it was not like me to give into such promiscuity, I couldn’t have been bothered at that point. Cody was unlike anybody I’d met before and I wanted him. I hungered to experience what he had to offer. Once he had my pants loosened, I wanted it even more. I felt the cool air brush up against my cheeks and small goose bumps quickly settled all over my soft skin. The cool air was no match for Cody’s touch, however. Once he had his hands all over my cheeks, my skin soon returned to its silky and smooth state. He squeezed my cheeks spread them wide apart, expressing his approval.

    “Fuck that’s a hot ass,” he growled.

    I smiled… I loved that he loved my ass. Knowing that my ass did it for him got me even more aroused.

    He didn’t take long to reach his fingers into my crack. He started by tickling my hole and then progressed rather quickly to sticking his fingers deep inside me. While he ravaged my ass, his tender lips brushed up against the back of my neck. I felt shivers run up and down my spine and his warm breath on my skin only intensified my desire for him. Slowly but surely, he was kneading me into submission and twisting away every last drop of my resolve. Cody wanted to fuck me, in the alley no less, and I was beyond trying to stop him.

    “I’m gonna give it to you good, right here and now,” he whispered into my ear and then softly bit my ear lobe. His hands left my ass, leaving it naked to the crisp air once again, and resumed their place on my chest. As he kissed my ears and continued to nibble my lobes, he ran his hands firmly all over my chest. He was like a force of nature and very much a man who always got his way.

    The cool air was such a contrast to heat I felt bubbling inside me, as well as through the intimate body contact.

    Somewhere between all the touching and kissing, Cody had managed to loosen his own pants, and I could feel his thick cock slide up and down my crack. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d gotten his pants off. He was so damned smooth. I soon felt the firm head of his cock wobbling around beneath his foreskin against my hole, working to cloak my inhibition and claiming my need.

    “Cody… We shouldn’t,” I moaned.

    I knew that we should have stopped, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt too good and I wanted Cody more than I did my familiar inhibition. Cody was unearthing my most primitive desires, a primal side of my sexuality that I had never experienced before. Stopping would have been torturous at that point.

    The secluded alley remained quiet, except for the distant buzzing sounds that were vibrating out of the club.

    I could hardly believe where we were and what I was doing and the thought of being caught continued to haunt me. When Cody pushed into my tight hole, I didn’t stop him.

    “We should,” he whispered into my ear, challenging everything in me that wanted to hold back. “An ass like this must be worshiped… And taken.”

    He hardly spoke much, but when he did, his words made my stomach flutter.

    It didn’t take long for me to completely let loose and accept the submission he’d so skillfully crafted out of my inhibition. My ass was bent and spread, fully open and willing to receive him. As he pounded into the thick of my flesh, taking what he obviously felt was all his, his cock sparked potent flames of desire deep inside my sacred place. The warmth of his cock was overwhelming against the cool air around us. Each stab left me hungering for another. His way of fucking left me yearning to be spread further and filled deeper. His strong hands were at my waist and he held me tight as he rode my ass. My back was arched into the sturdy wall of his torso, which allowed him to keep his lips on the nape of my neck so that he could consume me just as surely as his cock was.

    It was the best sex I’d ever had.

    “Don’t stop,” I cried.

    I’d since forgotten where we were. I was in the moment and all that mattered to me was having Cody be all over me and not stop.

    “Tell me how much you like it,” he grumbled into my ear as he continued to grind my ass into his waist.

    “I love it,” I gasped.

    He sighed and then turned my head so that he could kiss me again. I found myself lost in another wet, passionate kiss. The passion was so intense, it was consuming us.

    “I love this ass,” he groaned and then gently spanked my butt cheek with a firm touch.

    I raised my knee up against the wall and rested my foot on a crate nearby so that I could spread my ass further. Cody was already deep inside me but I wanted him to fill me even more.

    “Yeah, that’s it…” he whispered. “So me how much you want me to hit it.”

    With my ass spread, he began to nail me hard. He thrust his big dick fiercely in and out of my ass and our flesh slapped together in haste. My cock hardened and I could feel the heat burning up within it. I desperately wanted to come and as I continued to get nailed, the tickle inside my cock continued to escalate until finally, I exploded and squirted my come all over the brick wall.

    “Yeah, dude…” he whispered. “Blow that load.”

    Cody pulled out then and he came all over my ass cheeks. My knee remained up against the wall and my ass was bent out, still ready and willing to receive every last drop of what Cody could dish out. Once he was done at last, I pulled my underpants back on, allowing his come to be soaked up onto my briefs. I wanted it all over me.

    “You’re a hot fuck,” he said and smiled at me once we were all dressed again.

    “So are you,” I countered back with a grin.

    We kept our gazes on each other for a few moments. I wondered what to say or do, now that we’d already done the nasty. Were we supposed to walk away or exchange numbers? When Cody reached behind me and grabbed my cell phone, I knew exactly what he had in mind. He didn’t even have to ask to use my phone. He just took it and plugged in his digits and then quietly slipped it back into my pocket. And then he grabbed my face again, this time with both hands on my cheeks and he kissed me gently.

    “I’ll see you,” he said.

    “Yeah,” I mumbled and then watched him turn away and head towards the dim light across the way that marked the entrance of the alley.

    Once he was gone and out of sight, it felt as though our encounter had been a fantasy. I tried to keep every second of it in my mind. The feeling of my ass having been taken still very raw made it easy not to forget. I don’t know how it all happened – my find was still in a blurry fog – but I was glad that Cody had showed up and swept me off that dance floor that night.

    And I definitely planned to call him back.

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  • Into the Sunset

    I took Shawn to the Westside Bar and Lounge as punishment. We were sailing up the New Jersey coast toward New England on a Summer Solstice group cruise, which had put in to Atlantic City for a night at the casinos. Although we were doing this cruise to have fun, I’d been able to finagle it into a business trip too. We’d reconditioned a forty-three-foot 1987 Tartan sailing sloop at our marina in North Wildwood and were test running it before turning it back to the owner. In addition to Shawn and me, we’d taken on two college kids to help crew, and therein lies the rub. The previous night, Shawn had gotten laid by one of the college kids and, when I upbraided him for it, he got all “we’re not married and I’m not tied down to one man” on me.

    As punishment for that, I’d brought him to a gay friendly club in Atlantic City to show him that this behavior could work both ways. It worked a charm. He didn’t even see it coming.

    We were at the bar and I was eyeing the room, picking out my mark. I was pretty confident. Before I’d decided it was time to settle in and Shawn and I had formed a partnership that I had thought went much farther than taking over the Bascom Boatworks in North Wildwood, I’d been a champion cruiser. I’d never had trouble getting a man to go with me. And since then the rigors of reconditioning sailboats – and racing them too – had only enhanced my muscle tone and deepened my tan.

    And as I looked around I could tell that there were several men there who were interested. But then he walked into the bar, with a younger man – a man who looked much like Shawn – and I knew I had my mark. He was maybe in his late forties or early fifties and he carried himself like he owned the room. He was tall and thinnish, with a great, chiseled-featured face and dark hair with distinguishing gray sideburns. And he was dressed like a model. Everything just right for this venue and screaming of refinement and expense. His hair was groomed like he was about to go on camera, an initial impression that later made me want to laugh.

    The two of them sat at a table, with the younger guy with him coming up to the bar for their drinks. While he was doing so, I caught the eye of the older man and held his gaze long enough to give him my best winning smile. After that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I broke the eye contact and purposely looked around the room and smiled at other men and even engaged the unwitting Shawn in enough conversation for him to think I was there for him. But each time I looked back at the distinguished older gentleman he was still looking at me.

    He was perfect for my purposes for a couple of reasons. My thing with older men had been a subject of tension between Shawn and me early in our relationship. He was the first younger man I had been with, and he once teased me about having made that first aging step in my life from when I was turning from being the young stud to being the older seeker. That hadn’t gone down well with me – particularly because of the basis of truth in what he said – and I had lowered the boom on him, saying I still might return to older men because they were more experienced and mature lovers. Since then, he had been skittish whenever I was chatting up an older man in his presence.

    The other reason this was the mark for me, however, was because he had come in with a younger man. It wouldn’t just be cuckolding Shawn, it would be leaving both Shawn and another younger guy high and dry when I waltzed out of the bar with the older man.

    The older man signaled an invitation for me to join him at his table as his companion was returning with their drinks. I, in turn, motioned that I wouldn’t be averse to having him come to the bar, and he was up and moving, taking his drink glass from the hands of his startled companion in passing, before his companion got back to the table. It was important to me that he come to me. It is very important to me to be in control. I prided myself on always being in control.

    So, he came up to the bar, leaving his companion alone and sulking at the table and Shawn off to the side looking more than a little worried. It was all working quite well.

    “You haven’t noted that you haven’t seen me around here before,” I said when we’d clinked glasses and had each taken a sip of our own. “Isn’t that the usual opening line?”

    “It might be,” he answered with a perfectly aligned and white-toothed smile, “but I’ve never been in here before. You?”

    “No, I just sailed in from the Atlantic. This is supposed to be a casino stop on a group sail up to Cape Cod from Cape May.”

    “You overshot then, I think,” he said with an engaging little laugh. “The casinos are on the beach.”

    “Yeah, I figured that. But I thought I’d stop in here first and check out the local scene. Not too lively.”

    “And you like lively, do you?”

    “Not all that much. I like to be in control and I like to drive.”

    He gave me a sharp look then, and I could see that he picked up the signal – and, more important, that he was still interested. The sorting out of top and bottom had been made as well as the contract of interest. It was just that easy.

    “You alone on this sail into the bar?”

    “Sort of,” I answered. And I looked over his shoulder and was happy to see that Shawn was apoplectic over this answer.

    “Sort of?” he asked.

    “Enough if I see something I like,” I answered.

    “You say you came to see a casino. I’m hoteling in a casino – the Bortaga, in the marina district. If you sailed into Atlantic City, we could probably see your sailboat from my hotel window.”

    “I think I’d like that.”

    I looked at neither Shawn nor the older guy’s companion as we moved to the door.

    “Having sailed in, I have no wheels,” I said as we walked.

    “I have a car. OK with you?”

    “Sure, if you let me drive. I always drive, and I drive hard.”

    I already had an arm around his shoulder, and I could feel him trembling deliciously at my double entendre.

    We would have gone to the window to see if we could see the sailboat if he wasn’t in such a rush to be fucked. He had me half peeled and was sucking my cock before I’d made it half way into the Bortaga hotel room. I let him do his thing for a few minutes, but I wanted to show him who was in control, so I shoved him toward and down on the bed on his back and relieved him of his trousers. I turned him onto his stomach and we wrestled a bit as he tried to turn back.

    “I like it better – ” he started to say, but I grabbed his balls and squeezed.

    “We do it the way I like it,” I said.

    He yelped and whimpered when I grabbed his balls, but he quieted right down and stayed on his stomach.

    He obviously was expecting action this night as he had condom packets and a bottle of lube sitting conveniently on his nightstand.

    He was purring as I opened him up with my tongue and then lubed fingers, and he was moaning and sighing and thanking me as I came up on the bed and settled down in the saddle with my knees on either side of his hips and worked my way into his hole and began to stroke him.

    I did turn him half way through and finish him in the position he indicated he preferred, which he seemed to love, but by then I’d shown him who was in charge.

    As he watched me dress, still spread-eagled on the bed and seemingly unable to close his legs, he murmured, “I’d like to see you again.”

    “That’s not likely,” I answered. “I don’t live here.”

    “Neither do I. I can come to you.”

    I wanted to smile. That’s what I wanted to hear. Evidence of full control.

    “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. You were a good lay.”

    His companion was working on inserting his key in the door when I opened it, still buttoning up my shirt. The older man hadn’t moved from his legs-spread position on the bed, but he had watched me dress and his eyes had followed me to the door. The companion looked at me and anger flashed across his face. Then he looked at the bed and saw the older man and his facial expression hardened.

    I could tell he didn’t like what he’d found, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. I’d already fucked his sugar daddy and I was nearly twice as big as he was. I just started a saunter toward the elevators and whistled a little tune. I had no idea what the tune was, but it had been revolving around in my head all day.

    When I got down to the sailboat in the marina, I found that Shawn had gotten the point.

    “You left me at the bar.”

    “He took me to his hotel room and I fucked him. I like older men, you know, and as you have declared your independence – “

    “They’re gone. He’s gone. Sam’s left.”

    “They were gone when you got back to the boat?” I asked. We were talking about the two guys we’d gotten to crew for us, including the one who had caused tonight’s activities by fucking Shawn.

    “No. I gave them train fare back to their college. Said we wouldn’t need them anymore. I got the point.”

    “Good,” I said.

    “It’s late. Come on down into the cabin.”

    “If I told you to strip and we’d do it right here on top of the cabin, would you do it?”

    “Yes.”

    “Good answer. Go on down into the cabin. I’ve be down there in a few minutes.”

    “That was Clayton Trumble, you know?”

    “Who?”

    “The man you fucked. Clayton Trumble. He’s a TV anchor at one of the big stations in Baltimore. A big name in Baltimore. I thought maybe you knew who he was.”

    “Doesn’t make a fuck’s difference to me who he was,” I answered. “I went with him to make a point to you.”

    “So you’re not going to see him again?”

    “I wasn’t planning on it. But if I think you haven’t gotten the point I was making, maybe – “

    “I got the point. I’ll be down in the cabin. I hope you’ve – “

    “I’ve saved enough for you,” I said. “Don’t you worry about that.”

    * * * *

    It wasn’t long after we’d gotten back to North Wildwood and life had returned to normal at the Bascom Boatworks that the name of Clayton Trumble intruded into my life again. This time it was a week-long series of titillating news reports on the local TV station of how the heretofore dignified and upright Baltimore TV news personality, Clayton Trumble, had been caught up in the net of a police raid on a male brothel near the Fort Detrick military base to the west of Baltimore. The reports showed footage of a man who quite clearly was the same man I’d fucked in the Atlantic City casino hotel room weeks before coming out of his arraignment for solicitation of a male prostitute and trying to cover his face – quite unsuccessfully – from the TV cameras. Suddenly rather than reading the news, Trumble had become the news. Other reports covered news reporters interviewing each other on how surprised they were and what a blow this was to Trumble’s professional career. Then there were the aborted attempts to trap his wife of thirty years into an interview on the lawn of their suburban home in Towson. Only the explosion at a power plant in Glen Burnie in which four workers were incinerated pushed the Trumble story off the air waves.

    I only saw any of this in passing, although when I heard Trumble’s name, I always looked up to make sure once again that it was the same guy I’d fucked. I felt sorry for him, but it didn’t really mean all that much to me. It didn’t mean much to me, that is, until the day Shawn sauntered into the boatworks building and brought the story back onto center stage for me.

    “Bet you can’t guess who I saw walking down Ocean Avenue just now.”

    “Beetle Bailey? Genghis Kahn?” I didn’t even look up. I was shaving the side board of a sailboat to perfection in its curve to the bow and was only half listening to Shawn.

    “Nope. That guy you did in Atlantic City. That TV reporter who was caught with his pants down.”

    I did look up then. “You sure it was him? I would have thought he’d gone to the West Coast by now.”

    “Yep, it was him. I had lunch at Groff’s, and a waitress in there told me he was here even before I could ask about him. Would you believe he’s Wildwood born and raised and has a house here? The scuttlebutt is that he’s retreated here to hide from the press. They say he can’t leave the state yet because he’s tied up in this sticky solicitation court case. So you gonna look him up?”

    “Of course not. You know why I did him. And we’re fine on the score now, aren’t we?”

    “Yeah, sure.”

    When Shawn moseyed back out to the dock to go back to work on the sailboat rigging he’d been tinkering with, though, I did give some thought to Trumble. I felt sort of bad about him. I’d used him. And he was a pretty good lay – and I could have gone another couple of rounds with him if I wasn’t just doing it to punish Shawn. But then I decided to just let it drop.

    I wasn’t able to let it drop, though. I didn’t go looking for Trumble. But he did come looking for me.

    “You told me you had a boatworks in North Wildwood. It could only have been one of three or four. It wasn’t that hard to find you.”

    “But why did you even look for me?” I asked. This probably wasn’t a very good time if I was wanting to turn him off. It had been hot in the boatworks building that afternoon and I’d stripped down to my shorts and he apparently had been there for some time, just inside the main doors, watching me work the laminate on the sailboat hull I had in there. When I looked up finally and saw him, he had that dreamy-eyed look about him that I recognized as want. And I must admit that he looked pretty good to me too.

    “I think you know why I tracked you down. I don’t feel like we had enough time, and I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”

    “Don’t you think you’re in enough trouble already? Yes, the news got down here too. I was pretty sick of it after a couple of days.”

    “I was sick of it before the first footage was broadcast.”

    “Yeah, I guess you would be. But then one reaps what one sows. That guy you were with in the Atlantic City bar? He still with you?”

    “Jamie? No, he left me right after you and I. . . . He wasn’t pleased with me. And he was getting tired of our relationship. Mostly because of Pamela.”

    “Your wife? Yeah, I could see how a wife would get in the way of a relationship like that.”

    “Pamela knew. We’ve had an arrangement since right after we were married. She enjoyed the perks that came with the life I led. And she has . . . interests of her own.”

    “Well, then, it’s all hunky dory.”

    “You know it isn’t,” he said. “I’d like to go for a drink with you.”

    “Just a drink?”

    “No, of course not.”

    “Sorry. And you don’t know how sorry I am. I have to apologize to you. I was just using you to make my guy jealous. That wasn’t nice, I know. You were great. I don’t want you to think I’d toss you out of bed if things were different. But they’re not. I’m solid with Shawn now. And I’d like to keep it that way.”

    “Shawn is the young man out on the dock? The guy I saw you with in the Atlantic City bar?”

    “Yep, that’s him.”

    “He work for you?”

    “We work for each other. We have a partnership here. Both in the boatworks and in the bedroom.”

    “I see. Business partners. That would make it sticky, wouldn’t it?”

    “It works for us.”

    “I won’t give up, you know. You asked why I’d want to continue with what’s got me into trouble. I’ve hit bottom; there isn’t much else that could go wrong for me professionally. I don’t need the money, of course. My folks left me well off. I could live right here without working another day in my life. I could offer you – “

    “I’m sorry. But as I said, Shawn and I are solid now.”

    I’d repeated this as much for Shawn as for Trumble. Shawn had come up to the edge of the door and was listening to us. Trumble turned and saw him, gave him an apologetic look, and then turned and left.

    “He was telling it to you straight, you know,” Shawn said. “He’s not going to give up. I can see that he has it for you bad and that he’s desperate. I wish that – “

    “There’s no problem, Shawn. You and I are solid now. I don’t have any inclination to be with him.”

    “I wonder,” Shawn said in a low voice, which might not have reached my hearing if the generator motor hadn’t kicked off at that moment – although it did. Still, I pretended not to have heard it. And then in a louder voice, he said, “I don’t think he’s going to give up, though.”

    “I got it under control,” I answered. “I’m in full control.”

    * * * *

    I was out in the late afternoon in late summer off Stone Harbor in a speedboat we’d been reconditioning the engine on when I saw a small sailboat – a Laser – clearing the intercoastal waterway above North Wildwood and set a course for straight out into the Atlantic. It caught my attention because it was too late in the day for a one-man craft to be out on the open ocean, and sailboats like this hugged the coast anyway. They didn’t head straight out to sea.

    It bothered me, and my first thought was that this was an inexperienced sailor and that he was headed for disaster. I couldn’t bring myself just to ignore him and head back toward the marina myself when I had planned to.

    When I looked out there and saw the mast of the vessel snap off and keel over to the side and into the water, I revved up the engine of the speedboat and headed out to help. Time was pretty much of the essence. The Laser was getting awfully close to the limits that the speedboat should be churning out in the Atlantic and night was coming on pretty fast.

    When I came close to the Laser, I hailed it and didn’t get a response. A little closer and I saw the figure of a man lying full out in the boat, and I thought that maybe he’d been knocked out by the boom when the mast keeled over.

    When I got there and lashed our boats together, I climbed into the Laser and turned him over. It was Clayton Trumble. And he was groggy but not unconscious. The first thing I saw wrong was an open – and empty – pill bottle near his hand. The second was that the boat was flooding. He had pulled the drain plugs and the sailboat was taking on water fast.

    I barely had time to pull him into my boat and untie his before it slipped under the waves. I started CPR on him, figuring I needed to get him breathing and then I’d try to get the pills out of his system.

    But he clung to me and CPR began to turn into something more intimate. A kiss. And then a real kiss. He was pawing me and pulling me to him. We wrestled, but quickly it wasn’t any sort of life-saving drill but a sharing of lust in which he fired me up and wrapped his legs around my waist after he’d pulled my shorts off and had lost his. He fisted my cock and I returned the favor and in mere moments out there drifting on the ocean, we were in full fuck. And he was good. He was real good. This wasn’t anything as tame as we’d done in the hotel room. He pulled me inside him and showed me that he had a very talented channel indeed, using his muscles to pull me ever farther in and setting them to undulate across my cock until my gasps were overshadowing his moans and I fired all cylinders deep inside him.

    Luckily, the speedboat was drifting back toward the shore while we were fucking, and after I managed to extract myself from him, I took the helm and set course for the entrance into the intercoastal waterway above North Wildwood.

    “You could have died out there.”

    “I wanted to,” was his reply. “I don’t know even how I managed to get out to sea. I don’t know anything about boats. I just knew that there was nothing worth living for anymore – at least until what just happened. Didn’t you feel it too? It was fantastic.”

    Well, yes it was pretty good, I thought. Fantastic I’d have to think about. But now he had maneuvered under me in the seat at the helm and was lapping me and running his hands all over my torso and fisting my cock and bringing it to life again. Now it was feeling fantastic.

    “Cut the engine,” he said, his voice full of lust.

    “We’re almost into the mouth of the – “

    “Cut the engine unless you want someone on shore to see us fucking.”

    I cut the engine and threw the anchor over the side. We were in shallow enough waters now that our position would hold.

    He pulled me into the stern, onto the bench seat there. And then he sat on my cock facing me and took my face in his hands and held me in a kiss while he raised and lowered his channel on my cock and rotated his hips and twisted from side to side, sending chills of pleasure through my body and giving me an exotic fuck that I’d never had before. I was pretty much a doggy-position fucker, but he was showing me that there was so much more to the sex act than pumping from behind.

    When we were done and I was just sort of lolling there, fully satisfied and in awe of what he could do with a fuck, he whispered to me, “My house is on the intercoastal waterway. There’s a dock. I want to show you what I can do in the shower and then in the bed.”

    I was with him, held in thrall to the inventiveness of his lovemaking, for four days before I took the speedboat back to the boatyard dock. I left having given Trumble the promise that I would just pack up some of my clothes, check on how things were going at the boatyard, and come directly back to him.

    The boatbuilders Shawn and I had working for us were on the job, doing their assigned chores when I got to Bascom’s. But there was no sign of Shawn.

    “He’s gone, boss. Cleared out yesterday. Said he’d left you a note in the office.”

    And so he had:

    “I searched for two days, thinking you’d gone down out on the ocean. But I found the speedboat at the private house dock and checked and found out whose house it was. I’ll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff. You can either buy out my share of the boatyard or I’ll put my share on the market.

    “Guess we know who controls who now.”

    I thought that unfair. Shawn hadn’t been there. He didn’t know the circumstances. I didn’t let anyone control me. But I stopped at that thought. What had been happening the last several days? Where was my control out there in the speedboat on the Atlantic? But I could change that whenever I wanted, I told myself. And then I thought about the fantastic sex I’d been getting and my resolve faltered.

    The telephone rang.

    “One of the guys told me you were back. If you’ll stay there for a while, I’ll clear my stuff out of the house and we won’t have to meet.”

    “Shawn. It’s not like that. It’s . . .”

    “It’s like what, Greg?”

    “It just happened. He was sailing out into the Atlantic, had taken pills, was going to kill himself. Damn fool had no idea what he was doing. The rigging went down . . . I saw that . . . and he pulled the drain plugs and then it just happened. The adrenaline of the moment, I guess. It just happened.”

    “Just happened, did it? He tell you he wasn’t a sailor, did he? I think I wrote something about control in the note I left you. I liked you a lot better when you were cocky and in control.”

    “Shawn, that’s not fair.”

    “Not fair. Look at what’s under the note I left.”

    And then he hung up on me.

    I pushed the note aside. There, under that, was a newspaper clipping with a photo. Two guys receiving a cup for winning an international sailboat race off New Zealand. One of the guys was Clayton Trumble. I had no idea who the other guy was, but I could tell just by looking at them that Trumble had the other guy under his thumb and that they were fucking each other.

    I pushed the article away in disgust. Suicide, my eye. And his claims that he knew nothing about sailing . . . It was all to get me under his control. Well, I knew what I’d do. I’d go home and make sure I got there before Shawn left, and I’d manhandle him into bed and give him a doggy fuck he’d never forget. And then we’d be solid again.

    I walked out of the boatyard building and to the dock. I got into the speedboat and sped up the intercoastal waterway to the dock at Clayton Trumble’s house. I walked into his house and climbed the stairway, finding him in bed, naked, waiting for me. And then I asked him how he wanted us to fuck this afternoon.


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    My heart was pumping fast. My cousin’s blood was all over my hands and he was lying on the floor. My uncle grabbed me by my hair and shirt and flung me off of him. I hit the wall hard and stayed against it for a while looking around the room at everyone. They stared back, some of them with anger. I started to say something but my cousin’s coughing cut me off. I watched as blood gushed from his mouth and my uncle held him.

    “Someone call the fucking ambulance for God’s sake!”

    His voice bellowed in my ears. I kept staring as my aunt ran over to the phone and dialed 911. She glanced over at me and I quickly turned away. Ashamed at what I had done. My uncle got up and started walking over to me. I got on my feet and pressed my back to the wall. He grabbed my throat and I could feel his large hands cutting off my air way. I panicked and started gasping quickly. My aunt rushed over and pulled my uncle off of me. He pushed her and stepped away, staring into my eyes. I could almost feel his eyes burning a hole into my skin.

    “From this point on, you are no nephew of mine. You will leave this house first thing in the morning and I don’t ever want to see your face again. Is that understood?”

    The room was so quiet I could hear the buzzing from the old porch light outside. I looked around then at him.

    “That’s fine by me. I’ll leave tonight. I’d be better off without any of you anyway.”

    I hurried into the room where I slept and quickly packed my bag with anything that was mine. As I did, the whole night played through my head. I tried to shake it off as the encounter between me and my cousin danced about in my mind but it didn’t help. Flashes of before everything happened when I first moved in with my aunt and uncle after my mom left. Everyone was so nice to me. But all of that was over. I had fucked up my chances of ever having another family. I zipped up my bag and prepared to go when I heard the room door shut. My aunt was standing against the door and she stared at me. I stared back as well. Not having anything to say I turned back and zipped my bag up all the way. I put my backpack on and walked towards her. She stayed against the door. I came close and she grabbed my hand pleading to me with her eyes, looking into my soul. I looked away then gently kissed her hand then her forehead.

    “I’m sorry Aunt Tabby…”

    She started tearing and I grabbed the door handle and opened the door. I walked out and once again looked around at everyone in the house who stared. I looked where my cousin was but he wasn’t there anymore and neither was my uncle. I avoided any contact with him and hurried out the door, walking into the night rain.


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  • Shiloh

    He’s the cool kid in school. Everybody liked, even if you didn’t know him. He was easy to get along with and if you were having a bad day he could make you laugh with one of the hilarious faces he makes. All around he was a really sweet guy, always putting others before himself. I was glad to call him my bestfriend.

    Besides Shiloh being popular and sweet he’s a really handsome guy. He has short brown hair that you just wanted run your fingers through. He has a killer smile and the cutest dimples on a guy I’ve ever seen. Soft bronze tanned skin. His eyes, a deep brown that you could gaze into and get lost in forever. They were sweet and innocent looking which reminded me of a puppy. A chiseled face with square jaw, Shiloh was so handsome to the point it hurt me knowing I couldn’t have him. Standing at 6″3 with a athletically lean and muscular body he was every gay guys and girls wet dream.

    I was average 5″9 green eyes black hair. I was considered cute to girls not strikingly handsome like Shiloh.

    Shiloh and I were the best of friends. We did everything together from walking to school together as kids to joining the swim team when we got into high school freshman year. But he was a way better swimmer than me in freestyle. But, during the years Shiloh and me spent together I began to have feelings for him. I didn’t know what they were I was just so attracted to him. I couldn’t tell him I was gay and I had this huge crush on him. I didn’t know how he’d take it and I knew I couldn’t handle it if he didn’t want to be my friend ever again.

    It was lunchtime and I was walking with Paige a good friend of mine and her boyfriend Michael one of my teammates.

    “Why don’t you just tell him Jake? I mean if you two are as close as you say you are then he wouldn’t care.” Paige said

    Paige was so adorable she had short butt length dirty blonde hair with brown eyes. She walked like a ballerina and with a confidence that I wished I had. She looked like a little fairy only being 5″4.

    “It’s not that easy, what if he freaks out completely and doesn’t want to be my friend anymore?” I asked

    “But what if you do and he doesn’t care?” This time Michael spoke

    Michael was a really cool guy when he found out I was gay he didn’t care he made jokes about me looking at his ass when he is swimming but that’s it. He was down to earth and funny as hell. He was way taller than Paige and had Dirty blonde hair with green eyes. He was the perfect match for Paige.

    “Then I’d be really happy.”

    We continued to walk around the Quad. As I scanned the area of students eating lunch I saw Shiloh and his group of friends laughing. He noticed me and gave me his award-winning smile before he ran towards us.

    “Hey there shorty. Hi Paige, hey Michael.” He greeted us in his smooth sexy voice.

    “Hahaha, very funny. What do you want?” though he was my bestfriend I wasn’t going to allow him to make fun of my size.

    He smiled at me. ” Well I’m having a party Friday night before winter break and I was wondering if you guys would like to come. With permission from your mom, I don’t want her to get mad at me.” He asked with a nervous laugh.

    Shiloh was terrified of my mom ever since she tried to run him over when she was pissed off at my dad. It was an accident of course she didn’t hit him at all on purpose she didn’t see him behind her car. But ever since then he always tried to get on her good side. I forgot how many times my mom tried to explain to him that it wasn’t intentional, but I laughed every time.

    “What time is it?”

    “Around 9 but I was wondering if you could come a bit earlier to help set everything up.”

    “Okay, I’ll go.” I said

    “Really?”

    I nodded.

    Shiloh wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground and gave me a bear hug. Being this close to him was really turning me on and I hoped he didn’t feel my pulsating cock poke into his belly button.

    “OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” He set me back on the ground before giving me one more bone crushing hug. ” My mom said I couldn’t have this party unless you came, something about keeping me out of trouble.” He said with the goofiest smile on his face

    His mom was right he was bound to do something stupid if he got to drunk.

    “What about you guys?” He addressed Paige and Michael.

    “Sure why not we have nothing better to do.” Michael said for the both of them. Paige just nodded in agreement.

    “Awesome! I’m telling you this will be the best party of the year! Bye guys, bye Jake. See you later.” Shiloh ran off towards his groupies. I watched him run the way his ass bounced around in his jeans.

    “God you are so I love. Why don’t you look at me like that Michael?” Paige asked in her loud voice.

    “What?! I do. Wait look at you like what?”

    I laughed at their old people bickering. “So what are guys going to wear?”

    Friday came quicker than I thought. I was at Paige’s house trying to help her pick something to wear. I was completely excited for what was in store at the party. This would be the best party of the century fuck the year. A perfect way to began winter break.

    “Oh my god! I have nothing to wear! Dammit, it’s always easy for guys to find something nice to wear. What the Fuck!” Paige yelled in frustration.

    I laughed.” Maybe because you’re thinking too hard. You want to wear something that’s comfortable and easy to get out of if you know what I mean.” I pulled out a couple of outfit choices for her.” Here why not wear a pair of nice jeans with flats and a that white shirt you have and make sure the shoulder is off so Michael could see your bra strap.”

    “Yes that’s perfect!” She jumped up in glee. “But Michael wont be taking off these clothes.”

    “What you mean you haven’t given it up yet?” I was a bit surprised I thought they already had sex.

    “Hell no. I mean I want to, but I want to make sure that Michael is the one.”

    “We both know Michael has already proved he is the one and you know it.” I saw right through her façade.

    “Okay I’m a virgin and I don’t…I wouldn’t know what to do.” She asked shyly.

    “Me neither I’m a virgin too. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

    We both started to laugh out loud before Paige went into the bathroom to get dressed and I pulled on the clothes I brought over. I wore a gray striped button-up shirt with a black tie and black jeans with my sneakers. I admired my self in the mirror when Paige came out of the bathroom. She wore I what I pulled out and had done her make-up and hair. It cascaded down her slim back to her butt. It was a bit wavy. She also had on red lipstick that made her look older and more sexier.

    “Hot.” We both said in unison. We laughed again.

    We headed off to Shiloh’s house. I thought that tonight I would tell Shiloh how I felt about him. If he didn’t want to be my friend afterwards then he wasn’t a true friend to begin with. Hopefully he accepts me for me.

    After about fifteen minutes we pulled up to Shiloh’s house. Not a house more like a mansion. It surprised me every time I came here. The beauty of the place like it was built in the late 1800’s. It was a Victorian style house that made my house look like a shack. We came to a gate and Paige pressed the button and it buzzed before Shiloh’s voice came on.

    “Who is it?” he asked, even over an intercom he still sounded sexy.

    “Open the gate loser.” Paige said

    “Whatever.” The gate buzzed again before it opened. I swear I heard him call Paige a bitch.

    “Did he just call me a bitch?” she asked in a pretty harsh voice. Apparently she heard him too.

    Paige and Shiloh were friends but they always made fun of each other and got into fights but nothing serious it was all fun and games with them. One minute they’d be fighting the next they’d be talking about rainbows and ponies. I never got those two.

    We pulled into the driveway, which was bigger than the street. Michael was already there leaning against his truck. When he saw us he pushed himself off then came to Paige’s side of the car and opened the door for her.

    “Hey babe.” He said planting a kiss on her lips. He pulled back and gave Paige a twice over his mouth hanging open.” You look so hot.”

    I gave myself a mental High five I knew he would like her outfit.

    Shiloh greeted us as we opened his front door. He was putting out all kinds of food on tables by the spiraling staircase.

    “Hey guys.” He said.

    Shiloh looked sexy as hell in his Plaid shirt with its sleeved rolled up to his elbows. The muscles in his forearms pulsing. The faded blue jeans hung low on his waist accenting to his butt, which I found to be delicious looking. His hair was sticking up in all kinds of directions like it always does when ever he towel dries his hair after a shower. He walked over to us gave Paige a somewhat of a one armed hug and gave Michael a full-on homeboy hug. He came to me and placed his hands on my shoulders before again giving me another bone-crushing hug.

    “I wouldn’t be having this party if it weren’t for you.” He whispered into my ear. I loved feeling his hot body on mine but his hugs were literally going to cause internal bruising if he didn’t stop.

    We talked for a bit before we got to work on setting everything up. After Paige and I were done with our part of just putting the liquor out I took her into the bathroom upstairs away from Shiloh and Michael who were talking about a football game or something.

    We went inside the bathroom and I shut and lock the door behind us.

    “I’m planning on telling Shiloh I’m gay.” I said as quickly as possible.

    Paige gave me a smile. “You sure?”

    I just nodded.

    Paige gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you. I’m always here if you need support.” She said

    “I know you are.”

    We exited the bathroom and walked down the stairs where the boys were waiting for us by the bottom.

    “What were you two talking about?” Michael asked.

    “It was girl talk, top secret.” Paige said

    Shiloh gave me a quizzical look. I just shrugged.

    We were done with everything by the time the mob of kids came bursting through the door. Everybody from the Football team to cheerleaders to even some kids considered nerds were here having fun dancing, drinking, making out, whatever. It was a blast the music was blaring some really good song I didn’t know but I just began to dance in the mob of high schoolers. I let loose finally able to get the worry of school out of my mind. To have fun, something I needed to do before I told Shiloh my biggest secret ever.

    Paige and Michael were sitting on the couch Paige on Michael’s lap making out. They were having fun I could tell by the way the were making out.

    Shiloh was in the kitchen with the football team and some of the kids from the swim team with other kids I didn’t even know went to our school. They were taking body shots. Shiloh took his shirt off and swung it above his head then tossed it into the crowd. His torso was cut with nice large muscular pecs and the hardest washboard abs I’ve ever seen. I stared even harder as I saw the light hair on his chest go down in between the ridges of his abs to his bellybutton where the hair got thicker until it lead to his treasure that went down into the waistband of his briefs. Looking at his raging hot sexy body instantly turned me on. My cock ached in my jeans pulsing at the site of the shirtless man that I loved since childhood.

    Shiloh laid down on his back on the island in the kitchen as some girl poured tequila into his bellybutton and slurped it out. I could hear Shiloh moan a little, as the girl didn’t again two more times. I hated her, I wanted to be the one slurping tequila out of Shiloh’s bellybutton, making him moan. I grabbed a beer and downed it in one gigantic gulp. The taste was terrible god I hated beer. Paige saw me drink the monstrosity and then looked at what I was looking at. My stomach turned into a knot and Paige came by and pulled my arm up the stairs into Shiloh’s bedroom.

    We walked in and there were people fucking on the bed.

    “Oh hell no!” Paige smacked the guy’s ass really hard that there was a giant smacking sound throughout the room.

    “Fuck!” The guy wailed in agony. “Do it again I like that!” The guy yelled.

    Paige looked at me with shock, surprise, and anger mixed together. She climbed on the bed behind the guy as he fucked the brains out of some girl. Paige grabbed him the shoulders and lurched him back hard enough for him to pull out of the girl and fall back on the floor.

    “What the fuck man! I didn’t even get off!” the guy yelled.

    Paige climbed back off the bed and bent down and looked the guy straight in the eyes. “This is someone’s room you dirty fuck.” Then she looked down and did something that would break any man’s pride. She laughed at him then stood back up and looked at the girl in the bed. “You are such a good faker. I know you weren’t finding that little thing to be pleasurable.”

    I laughed out loud at the scene that was in front of me. A naked guy on the floor with a small penis and a girl who faked it. I couldn’t help but laugh.

    “You fucking bitch!” The guy stood up and began yelling in Paige’s face.

    “I could see the rage build in her eyes. ” Motherfucker!!!” She screamed as she opened the door and pushed the guy out in all his naked glory, she went to the girl grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her out to. She picked up their clothes and threw them at the guy and girl, then shut the door.

    A few seconds went by as we busted out laughing.

    “That was so embarrassing!” Paige yelled in laughter. “Did you see that thing, it looked like my pinkie.” She held out her pinkie, which was pretty small.

    We kept laughing for a bit. Then there was a knock on the door.

    “Hey you guys ok?” Shiloh said as he came in.

    “Yeah were just fine we just saw something really fucking hilarious.” I said

    Then we started laughing again.

    “Oh god! That was funny but I need to go back to the party. Michael is probably worried.” Paige said as she left me and Shiloh alone.

    I started walking around in his room trying to keep my distance from him as much as possible. I walked over to his desk and picked up the picture of both of us smiling when we both got gold in our swim match. Our arms round each other in the little skimpy speedos.

    “I remember that, freshman year our first match.” Shiloh’s hand brushed against my arm and made me tingle as he grabbed the picture. “What’s up Jake I saw you storm out of the party with Paige?”

    I didn’t know what to say, I hated keeping secrets and lying. But this was the time I would do both of those things.

    “Nothing is wrong just needed some fresh air. Away from all that smoke and stuff.” I said, my back facing Shiloh.

    “You suck at lying, I’ve known you since forever. Get whatever you want to say off your chest.” He said turning me around and looking at me in the eyes.

    My head dropped down as I prepared to tell him. Suddenly my head was jerked back up by Shiloh’s hand and his lips pressed hard and deep against my lips. It was amazing yet I was so surprised. I’ve wanted this since forever and it was better than I could have imagined. My lips parted as Shiloh’s warm tongue entered my mouth, he licked everywhere in my mouth. I found myself moaning and grinding my rock hard cock against his body. My head was swirling around with so many questions, but I didn’t care to answer them, as I was to deeply involved in having my first kiss with the man I’ve wanted forever. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes to get a better reach. The kiss went on for a few more minutes before Shiloh pulled back and placed his forehead on mine.

    WOW! I screamed in my head. I couldn’t believe it. I kissed Shiloh Delph my biggest crush.

    “I love you…”


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  • Secrets

    As I left the toilets in the lobby and began to walk back up to my room, I kept imagining Alex pumping that huge cock of his in to my ass, feeling my ass stretch to occupy him. I stood outside my door thinking what lay beyond, Nick or Alex or both. I help the doorknob and pushed it open. Alex was lying on my bed in his briefs and Nick was on his laptop at his desk, he turned and smiled when he saw me enter.

    “Ah there you are Matt, where have you been?”

    “I just went for a walk.” I walked over to my side of the room where Alex was watching me. “Hi.” I said and he nodded and walked into the bathroom, he locked the door and the shower switched on.

    “I have no idea what is wrong with him,” Nick said wrapping his arms around my waist still sitting on his desk chair. “He was pissed off when he walked in about 10 minutes ago. Any idea why?”

    I turned around, with his arms still around my waist, and my crutch was right in his face.

    “Nick, you know how you wanted to know if Alex was gay?”

    He nodded, his chin touching my groin.

    “He is.”

    “Yea you told me, so?”

    “He and I…did stuff.”

    His hands unwound themselves from my waist and he moved back.

    “What stuff?”

    “He fucked me.”

    He stood up and put his chair back under his desk and walked back to me.

    “So if he got to fuck you, which you wont let me do at the moment, then why is he pissed off?”

    “Cause I wouldn’t fuck him. It didn’t feel right…it wasn’t right.” I added.

    “Well we are going to have to change that, you promised me a three some and I’m going to get that cause I need to release a load.” He said grabbing himself. As if on cue the shower turned off.

    “Okay you turn off the lights and strip down, you are going to fuck my brothers ass in front of me.”

    I turned off the lights and stripped down to see that Nick had done the same and was standing on one side of the bathroom door, I stood on the other. The door opened and Alex had a towel wrapped around his head, drying off his hair. Nick grabbed his shoulder and forced him to my bed, his wet ass in the air.

    “I heard you fucked my boyfriend today,” Nick said in Alex’s ear. “So he is going to repay the favour and your gonna suck on my cock.”

    Alex tried to struggle but Nick’s large tanned arms kept him on the bed. I stared at Alex’s ass, imagining how tight it will feel. I was hard instantly. Without thinking I stripped out of my pants and stood right behind Alex, the head of my dick just above his hole. Both and Nick and Alex looked back at me. I slid my hands up and down Alex’s back. I moved them to the front of his body, to rub his abs that was slick with water from the shower. I leaned against him so I could go up to his nipples and my dick found its target and slipped in without me trying. It went in at less than half an inch before I popped out again.

    “I think he hasn’t been fucked before Nick.” I smiled.

    “Really?” Nick said looking down at Alex. He looked away.

    “He’s a lot like you isn’t he Nick? Thinks he can fuck anyone but not get fucked. Just think Nick, I get to take yours and your brothers virginity.”

    “You are a very lucky boy Matt, taking two very hot brothers virginity. I wish you and I could both do it.”

    “Well, Nick we could if you really want. It’ll hurt him though.”

    “Nah, we’ll do that later let me watch you fuck me brother. I want to test his sucking skills first anyway.”

    And with that he opened Alex’s mouth and slid his dick all the way in without hesitation. Alex must be a very talented deep throater as he didn’t even choke on his brother’s 9 incher. Nick began to moan loudly, and thrusted his hips into Alex’s face.

    Watching this happen I grew even harder and had to slip into Alex’s virgin hole which I knew was gonna take some effort. I rubbed my hands around his ass, working my fingers across his hole, and then went for it and began to rim his ass. If his mouth wasn’t full of his brother I would’ve sworn he would’ve shouted when I slipped my tongue into his ass. He twirled my tongue and pushed my it in ass far as I could, feeling a velvety texture on my tongue. I felt Alex shudder. I kept doing this and the only noises coming from Nick moaning and Alex’s deep breathing and slurping.

    I grabbed some lube from under the bed and squirted a decent amount onto my fingers and applied it to his hole. I pushed one finger in and Alex stopped everything as he adjusted, and being the dick I wanted to be, I pushed in another 2 too see him wince and pull off from Nick’s cock. He turned to have look at me and instead of pain I saw h]tht he was completely turned on and looked down at my cock and gestured to his ass with his eyes and then returned to sucking Nick. So with that I pulled out my fingers and rested the head of my dick against his hole and pushed in.

    Alex gave off a huge cry around Nick’s dick as I pushed my whole dick into him with out letting him adjust. I gave him a few seconds when I was all the way in until I began to fuck him, and I didn’t start off slow but went right into it. Alex was super tight even for a virgin and was really hot. I nearly exploded right then but continued on and the feeling passed. As he sucked on Nick, Alex was clenching his as all around my dick. Squeezing my cock for everything it had which made me think that he might actually have been fucked a lot before.

    “Alex, are you actually a virgin?”

    Nick’s cock popped out of his mouth and turned towards me, still jerking Nick off.

    “Yes,” he said breathlessly. “Why?”

    “You are just so good at being a bottom, you know what to do. Maybe you’re just a natural bottom.”

    I began to fuck him hard again and I finally got to listen to him groan as I fucked his ass for the first time without Nick’s dick in his mouth. It turned me one more and without realising I was cumming in his hot little ass. I bucked and humped and grinded my cock as far up his ass as I could before the orgasm finished.

    When I was finished I slumped onto Alex’s back to watch Alex suck Nick. I had my dick still buried deep within his ass and it began to perk up again.

    “Is he any good?” I asked Nick, watching sweat rolling down his beautiful body.

    “Oh my god. He is so good, no offence but he may even be better than you. He brings me to the edge and-” he began to hump harder into Alex but than relaxed. “and he knows when I’m about to cum and stops me from it. I’ve been on the brink like twice a minute.”

    “I want to see the load that he brings out of you.” And with that I began to fuck Alex again, this time much slower, not wanting to distract Alex from working Nick’s dick. I could feel my hot cum swishing around in Alex’s ass and moving over its head. I was never going to forget this. Nick began to moan louder and louder and I knew Alex was going to carry through with this one.

    “Nick pull out, let me see you cum.”

    And he did he pulled out right in time with a loud ‘slurp’ and exploded.

    His first load soared and hit me in the face, landing on my lips and spreading to my eyes. I licked my lips to only get hit again and again with 3 more shots. The entire time Nick was shouting ‘Fuck’ and I had never seen Nick act like this before, he was so hot like this. The rest of his load hit my abs and pecs and began to run along Alex’s back and down to his ass. I pulled out of Alex and cum slipped out of his ass. Nick and I collapsed onto the bed; Alex stood up and smiled at the two of us, breathing deeply.

    He began to jerk his huge dick and then grabbed my head and slammed his cock down my throat and began to face fuck me. His dick was so hot that I didn’t think he was going to last that long as I sucked him off and he didn’t, about 2 minutes after I began he shouted my name and came almost as extreme as Nick had done. My mouth continued to fill over and over and by the end of his orgasm I nearly blacked out from lack of air. I slumped down back onto the bead again to have Alex lie on top of Nick and me.

    I wrapped my arms around both of the extremely hot brothers and pulled them close. We lay like that, all breathing deeply, for about 5 minutes till I felt something hard pressing against my hand, it was Nick’s dick.

    “So Matt, I think it is time for you to get fucked.” Nick whispered into my ear.

    “And.” I said turning towards him. “I think you need to see what your brother can do with his huge prick. You up for it Alex?”

    Alex stood up and turned towards us, revealing his dick already at attention.

    “I’m way ahead of you, and I wanna see what it’s like to fuck my brother.”


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