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My family members and I have always been really close, talking dirty and being open with each other about everything. This one specific night is about my cousin Michael making me his bitch and me enjoying every moment.

My name is Angel. I just turned 18 and my cousin was 22. Im a typical guy, 5’6 and 140lbs. Hispanic and native American, long hair with a gorgeous dace to match. I love working out so my body is nice and tight, toned in all the right places with a bubble butt. My cousin is 5’11 and 180lbs. He’s black and Hispanic so he has that gorgeous dark skin tone with amazing lips and a ass to die for. Plays football so he’s nothing but muscle. My dick pails in comparison at 7 1/2 inches to his 10inches of fat circumcised manhood.

Iv always looked at Michael as more than a cousin. Finding myself sitting there looking at his bulge wondering what his dick looked like, what it would taste like and how good it would feel in my ass. I’d always spend the night just so I could spend time with him and hope to get a glimpse of him when he was sleeping cuz he always slept naked. And finally i got what i wanted and so much more.

lying there pretending to go to sleep I waited for my cousin to hear the heavy breathing of my cousin as the sign of him being asleep so I could marvel at his amazing body and marvelous dick. Lying there I couldn’t help but think that if his dick was that big because of his mixture of races. Wanting to feel it in my hand I slowly reach for it while im glancing at him (knowing he’s a heavy sleeper I couldn’t help but be cautious) hoping he doesnt wake up. I finally get that monster in my hand and I slowly start to jerk it until I can’t take anymore. I slid down and deep throat his dick wanting every inch, making up for all the time iv delt without it. I go crazy bobbing my head up and down not thinking about what im doing to my straight cousins dick tell I feel a hand on the back of my head pushing me down forcing it balls deep down my throat. I try my best to pull off of it but he man handles me and pulls me by my hair to look at him while he painfully slaps me across my face. With a menacing smile he tells me to shut up and take it unless I want him to tell on me for what I did while he was pretending to be asleep. With an even more evil grin he grabs my head with both hands and holds me in place while hes mercilessly ramming his cock between my lips. I try to ask him to stop but my cries are silenced and pushed aside as his pleasure is the only important thing on his mind. I know that he knowingly fucked my face to make my throat sore to the point of not being able to speak because when he pulled back and his saliva covered member flopped out of my mouth he asked me to speak. He laughs and push’s me to the ground while he tells me either to listen to him like his good lil bitch or he would beat my ass and take what he wanted anyways. Not being able to speak i nod my head and wait for him to speak.

The words that’s slipped out of my cousins mouth both shocked me and made me smile. He told me to get on my hands and knees like the dog i am so he can feed me his bone. Not wanting to be harmed i get in position without hesitation. Thinking hes still my cousin and doesn’t want to hurt me to bad i thought he’d lube up his dick, but i guess being his bitch i dont get the pleasure only pain. Kneeling behind me i feel his fat cockhead push against my puckered hole, and before i can protest he shoved it to the hilt. Holding me in place i cry and whimper trying to thrash around to get free right before i feel a fist punch rib cage. Falling forward in pain he grabs me by my hips and pulls me back up right before i get another shot to the ribs him screaming “Don’t Fucking move again you fagget!!” shocked lie still wondering if he hated me because hes never talked like that to me. Im shocked back into reality as he pounds it deep in my still unlubed ass, With no mercy or remorse for me his own blood. Crying from the immense amount of pain surging through my body i try my best to stay still. Crying and trying to scream he leans forward and puts his weight on me, pulling my hair and slowly starts to slip his manhood free i think it’s finally over,than he bites my neck and whispers in my ear “this ass is mine”. He long dicks be shoving it so deep i feel it in my guts. He rapes me in this position for what seems like hours until he flips me over like a rag doll telling me he wants to see my face while he hurts me.

I lie there stairing at him. He looked so evil. Like hurting me was the best feeling in the world. Pulling my legs up he places his dick to my entrance and says “who’s ass is this?” before i can answer he stretch’s me open. Trying to push away he gives me two more shots to the ribs, and laughs. Long dicking me again he has no mercy on my already swollen boi pussy. Trying my best to hold back the tears i look up and him. Feeling like iv gotten use to it his smile disappears and he places a hand on my throat and starts to choke me. Me Gasping for air sets his enthusiasm for this rape higher than before. He closes his eyes as i feel his body quiver and his monster cock pulse deep in my guts. Stream after stream of cum fill me and slowly start to drip down the crack of my ass into the floor.

Lying there crying, in amazingly excruciating pain i ask him why he hates me. He crawls over and kiss’s me on the forehead saying he could never hate me, but that he knew as much as i loved him that id be the only person that could still love him after. Looking up at him he was right, I still loved him with all my heart. I call him my master and he calls me with slave. We’ve never been so close.

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A friend of mine told me he was outraged that I would write about a sexual encounter with a doctor. He’s a doctor. He prides himself on never having had a sexual episode with a patient. I’m glad I’m not a patient of his because he’s terrific in bed. He was complaining about a story I wrote detailing a tryst with an English doctor, right in the doctor’s examination room. He claimed I did a disservice to the medical profession. We got into a real heated discussion about it. Then I asked him if the story turned him on. He admitted it did, but immediately said “but”. His point is that patients shouldn’t go into doctors’ offices looking for sexual encounters. They’ll be disappointed, the doctor will be annoyed if he senses a come-on, his annoyance will be felt by the patient, the patient will get embarrassed and annoyed, and no one will feel good about it. He feels as strongly that doctors shouldn’t look at patients as possible sexual partners for the same reasons. Professional ethics and common courtesies should insulate both doctor and patient from the need to field sexual advances.

His point is valid and I agree with him. I told him that even though I’ve had a number of sexual encounters with doctors, I have never gone looking for them, never expected them, and was always surprised when they happened. He looked skeptical and said he doubted I ever had more than that one encounter in England he was complaining about. So I told him about a time I had when I went to Rio de Janeiro on business. As I related the story, he got to rubbing his crotch. So did I. Then he got more excited and opened his fly saying “got to give ‘im some air”. So did I. He got to stroking his meat real slow and easy as he listened to my lusty adventure. So did I. Eventually, we both got so excited I couldn’t finish the tale, being unable to talk with my mouth full. When we were lying in each other’s arms afterwards, he said, “You know, Jack, you ought to write a story about that sexy Brazilian doctor. I’d like to read it.” So, at a doctor’s request, here it is. But remember, these things don’t happen when you go looking for them to happen.

Heat and humidity in Rio can be very difficult to adjust to when you first arrive. This seems particularly true in January and February, when it’s winter in North America but summer in Rio. When I left New York it was dark, 15 degrees F. and about 35% humidity. In Rio, it was sunny, 90 degrees F. and 95% humidity. I felt I had walked into a wall of steam. I exercise routinely and sweating is natural and easy for me. But in such high humidity, and in such unaccustomed heat, sweat does not evaporate, and in no time I looked like someone had dumped buckets of water all over me.

The car didn’t have air-conditioning and had been sitting in the sun waiting for me. Traffic was tied up and unusually slow so I didn’t cool down. By the time I arrived at the small, exclusive hotel, I was ready for a cold shower in an air-conditioned room. But the hotel didn’t have air-conditioning. Most of the time, in Rio, constant sea breezes keep you quite comfortable, but on the day I arrived the breezes were turned off and the hotel lobby was like an oven. As the porter turned to ask if I’d follow him, he discovered that I was about to pass out. He caught me before I hit the floor, but I don’t remember it.

I woke up in a fog. I didn’t know where I was. I was in a white room, looking at a white ceiling. I felt cool. I was lying down, on a flat narrow table. I was naked. Someone was stroking my body gently with a cool, moist cloth. It felt wonderful. The cloth was now on my thigh. I raised my head to look down at it. I was astounded. The only thing I could see was my giant erection staring back at me. I wanted to get up.

A firm but gentle hand was placed on my chest, quieting my movements. “You lost consciousness.” It was a quiet, low, masculine, lightly accented voice. I looked up. My breath was taken away. I was looking into the dark, green eyes of an incredibly handsome, dark-haired young man about my age, now leaning down towards my face with a concerned look. He smiled at me. My heart melted. As he looked into my eyes, the cloth in his hand moved up my thigh and, in passing, lightly brushed against my scrotum erotically as he glanced down at it. It caused my erection to throb. Then it moved onto my hip and up onto my stomach. His eyes looked back into mine.

“Uh, umm, where am I?” I asked. It sounded like a cliche from a movie, but I had no idea.

“I am your doctor,” he responded. “You are in my clinic, in your hotel.”

“I see.” I paused, wondering what was going on. “Tell me, doctor, why do I have a hard-on?”

“What means ‘hard-on’?”

“Er, this. Here.” I put a finger on my cock. It was rock hard, stiff above my belly.

“Oh, yes. Erection. Oh, you call it ‘hard-on’. I see. You were dreaming. It is normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile.

“Normal?!”

“Yes. Please be not embarrassed. You suffered from the sun. The hotel manager brought you here. This is my private clinic. I take away your wet clothes. I bathe your entire body with cold water to hurry down the temperature. I turn you over, twice, to cool also the backside. You are heavy, with no fat but much muscles. Now, when I turn you, you are sleeping. It is a very good sign to me. Then, as I bathe your scrotum, your penis begins to enlarge. I watched as it grows. I was amazed. Your scrotum is so large that I think it is swollen from the heat. Then I see your penis enlarging, and I realize that you are most well equipped. Your wife must be happy?” The last was asked as a question. He watched my eyes, a tense expression on his face.

“I’m not married, Doc.”

“I see.” He looked relieved. “Then tell me. When is the last time you had sexual release? A relief of the tensions?” He smiled confidently.

“Well, let’s see. It’s been several days, what with preparing for this trip and everything. I sort of let it go.”

“What means ‘let it go’?”

“Sorry. I meant that I did not, er, make an effort to have sexual release.”

“I see. You should not ‘let it go’. Tell me. You make what effort, normally?”

I lifted an eyebrow.

He grinned, still wiping me with the cold cloth, now at my chest. “May I be honest with you, er Senhor … uhm, uhm…” He didn’t know my name.

“Call me Jack, Doc.”

“Yes, thank you. Jack. May I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

“Because I have here my clinic in the hotel, you were brought to me. I, a doctor, know you suffered the heat and I know to help you. But in my normal practice, I especialize in the sexual dysfunction. Couples come to me with many problems. I try to help. Sometimes it is necessary to study the functioning of the man’s sexual organs while he is asleep to see if he is able to have the erection and to see if it is, let us say, normal. You understand?”

“Gee, yes. I see. Well, Doc, are MY sexual organs ‘normal’?”

“Oh, no, Jack. Not at all.” He gave me a wicked grin.

“They’re not?” looked at him in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh! Nothing! They are perfect! That is why they are not normal. They are perfect. Do you understand?” He became animated and excited as he spoke.

“Not exactly.”

“‘Normal’,” he said, stressing the word, “is smaller than you are. Here,” he said, sliding his palm under my balls and lifting them, “these are very large testicles in a big scrotum. That is why I think it is swollen from the heat, when I undress you.” I put my hands behind my head to help look down at his hand and my balls. He didn’t remove his hand. It felt very warm against the coolness of my skin.

“Oh, here, let me give you a pillow for your head.” He slid his hand away, caressingly I thought, and propped a small, hard pillow under my head. I put my arms back at my sides. I felt his body press against my right arm. He continued bathing me, now sliding the cloth on my abdomen and stomach in a wide arc around my erection. We were both staring at it.

“Why doesn’t it go down?” I asked, softly.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. When the sleeping male patient has the erection and wakes to see the male doctor or male therapist at his side, he has rapid deflation of the tumescence. This penis is as stiff as when you are asleep.” He seemed to be talking to himself, almost.

“It was stiff when I was asleep, Doc?” I asked quietly, hoping to catch him off guard.

“Yes, it was,” he replied without thinking. “Very stiff.”

“What do you do to test for stiffness?” Again, I asked as quietly as I could.

“I lift it. Like this.” He put his right hand on the center of the shaft and gripped the cock. It had been quivering above my belly, not resting on the flesh, very aroused. He pulled it upright, almost pointed at the ceiling. It was even harder now. Then he slowly began a firm jacking motion. “The skin moves so smoothly,” he whispered. “No wonder I’m so hard,” I thought, “he’s been jacking me off in my sleep.”

“That feels wonderful!” I sighed. “Your hand feels good.”

“Yes. It feels wonderful for me, too. You like this?”

“I love it.” We both watched the hand pump my stiff shaft, under the dark red cockhead.

“Yes, I love it too. But many men will not let me touch them like this.”

“You can touch me any way you like, Doc. It feels terrific. The cool bath has made me feel like a new man. But, Doc, you know if you keep that up, I’ll shoot all over the place.”

“Do you mean reach orgasm?”

“Yes, very quickly.”

“Excellent! It will give the necessary relief of tensions. I want to see it. You will, what you say, come?”

“Yes, come. I will come if you keep doing that.”

“Yes. Come!” he repeated as he anticipated my orgasm. His strong hand had great technique and persistent rhythm. He began lengthening the stroke, pulling the cockskin up onto the deeply flanged glans, over the meaty, broad edges, then pushing down until the hand jarred my balls and pulled the skin at the cockhead tight. His other hand left the damp cloth and circled around my cock to cup my balls, lifting and rubbing the tight sac, which tingled with excitement at the touch. The movement brought his head close to my cock. I groaned.

“He is beautiful,” he said, eyes growing narrow as he stared at the lengthy moist slit at the tip of the fat head. A drop of liquid had formed magnifying the opening. The head had become fully engorged and a very dark crimson. “He looks ready.”

“Yes,” I agreed, shifting my hips, pumping my cock up into his loving fist, urging a speeding up in the rhythm of the beat.

His head was drawing even closer as he stared at the enflamed cock. The droplet of liquid grew much larger and began to slide down the shiny surface. His tongue stretched out and lapped at the moving bead of precum. I gasped as the hot, moist tongue slid against the meaty, sensitive cockhead.

“It tastes good,” he said as he turned to look at me, his cheek almost touching my cock. “I want to take you in my…” He saw the smile and nod of agreement from me, turned his head back to my cock and kissed the smooth, shiny knob. He sucked and pulled the entire glans into his hot mouth, hand still pumping rhythmically on the shaft. I kept jabbing, trying to get more of the cock into his suctioning mouth. My body suddenly moved onto that plateau of mindless ecstasy where all time stops, every nerve cell tingles, and waves of pleasure surge throughout one’s being. My body went rigid. “Now!” I warned.

He increased his efforts dramatically. Suddenly, shot after heavy shot of sperm filled his mouth. He swallowed and sucked for more. More and more spurts of cum erupted into that hungry, eager, hot mouth. I moaned and pumped until I was emptied. He swallowed all of it.

He straightened up, took the cool cloth and bathed and cleaned my stiff rod. He was gentle and thorough. “That is fantastic! Now, it will help you to rest. You must rest for a time to overcome the effect of the sun,” he said with authority. He covered me with a light sheet and left on only a dim soft light in a corner. “I will return to check on you later. Try to sleep. Now that you have relief of sexual tensions, you will rest more comfortably.” He smiled into my eyes, again. His handsome face put me at ease. I felt at peace. I fell asleep immediately. I had a wonderful rest.

I woke up what seemed like days later. I was on the narrow table. I stretched, pushing down the light sheet. I wondered for a moment if the experience had been a dream. I had a hard-on poking its incorrigible head up towards my face as if saying, “Where’s the doc?” I gave it a chokehold to discipline it, but that felt so good I gave it a few strokes.

The door handle behind my head rattled and turned and I slid the sheet over my throbbing cock. I heard someone come into the room and then heard the doctor say, “Ah, you are awake now. You have been…” his handsome face came into view from above my head, looking down into my face, upside-down, as his gentle hands touched both sides of my face, “…sleeping for four hours. It is very good. You are returned to good health. How do you feel?”

“Horny!”

“Excellent! A very excellent sign of good health. Oh! Yes. I see the tent pole holding up the sheet. Excellent! Let me take a look.” He released my face from the gentle grip and came around to the side of the table where I had first seen him. He looked even younger than I remembered and seemed very alert and excited. His hand rubbed across my chest, over each hard nipple, and then grabbed the sheet and lifted it.

“Oooh! It is new. Fresh. You have much vigor, Jack.” Knowingly, he hefted my balls and caressed them. Then he lifted my cock as he had done before, at its center with a firm grip. He began stroking it, jacking it up and down, up and down. He said, again, “The skin moves so smoothly.” He looked up at my face. He must have noticed my expression of excitement, of sexual stimulation. “You want to come? Once again?”

“Yes, but what about you, Doc? Do you comr with your patient? I want to see that.” He looked startled as I brushed my forearm up and down the front of his body above the belt. The table was too high for me to reach his groin.

“Oh! You want to see?” He dropped my cock and began undressing hurriedly. After kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks, he took off a light shirt and white trousers and was naked. A very large erection standing straight out, looking wet at the tip, pointed at me. It looked great. I stretched my right hand out towards it, and, as he came in closer, I grabbed his large balls. He gasped, “Oh!”

“You’ve got big balls, too, Doc.”

“Yes. That is why I am surprised when I see you. We look very similar, Jack.”

“Yes, we do, don’t we. A big cock, too. If it is similar to mine, it also likes to get sucked.” I grinned. He eyes got even bigger.

“Yes. Yes! You do that?!”

“I do lots of things, Doc. Lemme show ya’” I leaned towards the leaking cock and lapped at it with my tongue, cleaning the cockhead of the lubrication that was oozing out of the shiny slit. He drew in his breath. Then I sucked in the head and part of the shaft, suctioning with great skill. He gasped again.

“Oh, you can suck. Oh, that feels good!”

I let the cock out of my mouth with a pop. I rolled onto my back again, pushed the pillow onto the floor, and looked him in the eye. “You taste great, but I feel like I’m falling off this goddamn table as I try to get it in my mouth. I want more of it than I can reach.”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

“Get up on this table with me. That’s it, get you knees up there above my head, now lean that big cock down here to me. That’s it.” He hopped up onto the table and knelt above my head like it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. I thought, “He must like his work.” As he leaned down, aiming his cock at my mouth, his head got closer and closer to my dick. We were in a classic sixty-nine position. All that remained was for him to complete the connection.

He leaned onto his elbows and awkwardly grabbed my cock in one hand. He aimed it upward. It touched his nose. He raised his head and licked at the cockhead. At the same time, he pressed his hips down and forced his giant cock into my mouth. I sucked and pulled in so much that it pressed against my throat. I put my hands on his hips and pushed him up and away, drawing the cock back from my throat. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and released his hips. The cock plunged into the back of my mouth, penetrated my throat and slid down until I felt cockhair pressed against my chin and balls against my nose.

“Hummm!” I heard him murmur. I felt his mouth descend on my cock until it too was in to the cockhair. I was startled that he handled cock as expertly as I did. Before he had only sucked at the cockhead and pumped the shaft with his fist. Now he held the length of it in his mouth and throat up to the hilt. It has been rare, in my experience, to find someone so skilled in taking cock as deeply into the throat with so little effort. I had indeed met my match in more ways than one.

He backed off to the tip. At the same time he pulled back on his hips and slid his cock out of my throat. He had excellent control of the sixty-nine. But I bobbed my head up, sucking in the mammoth tube and applying tremendous suction He made a noise in his throat and slid my cock back in up to the hilt, his nose against my balls. My hands played with his buttocks and asshole, massaging and penetrating. His hands slipped under my thighs and he pulled me into himself as deeply as possible. We both pumped and pulled, sucked and suctioned, caressed and massaged, working for our mutual pleasure. It was athletic and energetic. But it couldn’t last. It felt too good!

He started saying, “Uh! Uh! Uh!” and pulling on my thighs. I knew he was telling me that he was ready to cum in my throat. I said, “Uh! Uh!” and pulled on his thighs, too, letting him know that I was ready. We both backed up to the cockhead and went down a final time to the base, deep in our throats, and began coming, together. Blast after blast. I backed him up and swallowed, catching the diminishing blasts on my tongue. He did the same. He was good. So was I.

He slid onto his side, as, giving him room, I slid onto mine. I kept his cock in my mouth. It stayed hard. He wanted to talk. He was very excited.

“Oh! Oh! You taste good! You suck good! Oh! Jack, I never feel this before. You are so handsome.”

I freed his cock and said, “You are handsome, too, Doc. I’ve been in Brazil half a day and now I will believe all Brazilian men are like you.”

“Many are. If you stay here long, you will learn that. We are not like North Americans. Here it is not forbidden to enjoy another man. It is normal. But here men want to penetrate other men in the anus. Not suck as we do.”

“Do you like to have men penetrate you?” As I asked his erection throbbed in front of my face. It was an interesting way of knowing his answer would be “Yes”.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I love it more than everything.” I slid my hand between his thighs, up his backside and rubbed my middle finger around the edges of his asshole, feeling the fine, wiry hair and the rubbery flesh. I poked inward. He drew in his breath as the finger slipped in easily. I slid in another finger and twisted and pushed my hand. He groaned. Then he sucked in my cock, wetting it, getting it very slippery with saliva and semen.

“Move,” I whispered. He slid onto his back as I got up on my knees and turned around. I was at the head of the table. He put his knees up. I grabbed his calves and pulled his feet up onto my shoulders, grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. My hard, slippery wet cockhead pressed against the experienced asshole. He shifted his hips, rotating them, forcing the cockhead to exert pressure at the asshole. I pressed forward, still pulling on his hips. I felt him apply equalizing pressure at the lips of his tight asshole until, suddenly, I felt them end resistance and the tip of the cock slowly began the insertion. He drew in a quick breath.

“Relax!” I said quietly. I smiled into his handsome face. He was looking me in the eye, panting. “Easy,” I said. “Take deep breaths.” I had been taught by experts.

Slowly my cockhead gained complete entrance, passing the tight sphincter, on its way into the rectum. Once that point was reached, the shaft followed smoothly. Suddenly, his hands pushed against my hips. “Wait!” he urged, “you are too big. Take it out. You may hurt me.”

Others had said that to me in one way or another. It did not mean that I was hurting him, only that he thought I might. I backed the cock up slightly until I felt his hands relax, and then I pressed into him forcefully, pumping cock in to the hilt.

“Uh!” was all he said. His big balls rested against my groin as mine thudded against his stretched ass. “In,” I hissed. “What a hot ass you’ve got, Doc.”

“Yes! You are in! You are so big. It is so good.” He tightened his ass and thigh muscles and pushed against my body while his sphincter and guts sucked and pulled my cock. It was like striking a match. Suddenly I became inflamed with passion and began an energetic attack, pounding cock up his ass, pumping into him, jarring his balls and pushing him back. He held on and returned each thrust with the skill of an athlete, as we fell into a hearty, wild, rhythmic fuck. I was conscious of our balls banging into each of us. His cock was rigid, leaking lubrication. I grabbed it in one hand as I held onto the side of the table with the other to secure our stable fucking position. His hands were on the backs of my thighs, pulling me into himself. The quick sixty-nine left us in no hurry to reach another orgasm, so the tempo of the fuck remained well paced. We wanted to give each other maximum pleasure. But we were not being timid about it. We looked into each other’s eyes.

He lifted his head up off of the table and strained to reach me. I pressed forward, driving cock in as deeply as it could possibly go, and stretched my head toward his. We kissed, tentatively, then passionately. “Uh, I’m going to COME!” I mouthed to his lips, not breaking the kiss.

“Yes! I COME!” he responded, breathing into my mouth. I felt the tube in my hand expand. Suddenly, we both felt a long spurt of cum sizzle from the fat cockhead and squish onto his chest. Immediately, I came in his tight ass. Somehow, each spurt of cum from him caused a tightening on my cockshaft and sucked out one wild jet of cum after another. It was one of the most uncontrolled, reckless, lusty orgasms I have ever had. He flooded our bodies with his hot semen. Then, he spread his legs wide, lifted his calves from my shoulders and let me fall forward onto him, exhausted and happy. He put both arms around me and said something romantic, I’m sure. It was in Brazilian Portuguese and I didn’t understand. But I’ll tell you, it didn’t take me long to learn. Few Brazilians speak English, so learning their language was important. And the incentives were terrific!

What would happen if you were magically given a body and sex drive that would make any gay man take notice?

Gil Walker had that happen to him years ago when his name was Rob Harris and he went to an island in the Caribbean.

You can follow his adventures in The Fraternity Series starting with Isla Paradiso (found on Amazon.com) but this story is about how Gil is being forced to pay the price.

“Boss,” grabbing my attention and I looked over getting a raised eyebrow.

“Oh sorry,” hearing the man chuckle although he was looking a little frazzled and seeing the other people around me they did look a little lost.

Focusing I thought of a thermostat and turned it down feeling my own heat cool down some.

“Appreciate it boss,” getting a fist bump from the man.

PJ was at the window seat with me in the aisle and fortunately no one was taking the middle since considering I’m a little over six feet tall as well as two hundred and twenty-five pounds of muscle and my buddy while the same height was much bigger, it helped having the extra space.

We were flying to Las Vegas for a little R&R and it was long overdue.

Way long overdue, exemplified by what just happened.

About twenty years ago I was a somewhat bulky, well padded tired gay man in his mid-forties reluctantly going on a vacation to a Caribbean island called Isla Paradiso and after meeting a dude with a two foot long dick and nipples lactating a rather tasty juice, I was transformed into a rock hard muscle stud looking a very studly thirty years old.

And twenty years later I still look thirty years old.

Essentially three things happened.

One – I have this hot stud body.

Two – I don’t age

And three – I’m built for man sex.

Sounds sweet on paper, but there’s always a price.

The rock hard stud muffin body means I have a killer metabolism burning off any fat that might even think of coming on my body. It’s pretty cool letting me eat anything I want and being a junk food junkie I take full advantage of the fact.

However it also means I have to eat a lot. A whole lot.

So if I go to dinner without any preparation, a regular meal for me it is what two hungry people might inhale, scaring the hell out of the diners eating with me, so I’ve learned to have a meal before I go out to eat. But if I go with people like PJ who’s also been transformed we’ll hit a Subway and having a couple of foot-long subs is a regular meal without even getting full.

I can’t bitch too much except for the fact my food bills are outrageous.

The never aging part is also something amazing, but there’s a price with that as well, exemplified by the fact I was born Rob Harris and my name is now Gil Walker since not aging means you can’t stay in one place all your life because you’ll have people wondering what the hell’s going on.

So I’ve made long-term friends with other guys in the Fraternity which is what we’re called, well aware I can only live in one location for five or ten years.

A select few of us who’ve been doubly transformed will also live much longer perhaps even two hundred years but I’m told the final years are pretty brutal with the whole body finally shutting down so it’s generally known we commit suicide when we get to that point.

Just lovely.

But right now I’m in my mid-sixties looking around thirty and at the minimum will live at least fifty more years looking like I do now.

Freaky.

The last part is being built for sex.

When we’re transformed it’s all individual so we don’t necessarily all turn into people like PJ who looks like a heavy-duty bodybuilder although even the slimmest of us will have no body fat and nice muscle tone looking like a hard-core runner or gymnast although we do tend to be on the bulkier side.

From the neck up it’s not like we become handsome or anything, although tiny things do happen the biggest of which is all the skin tightens up and any age lines or bags under the eyes are gone. In my case, my thick graying hair now comes in totally black and kind of shaggy and the only other major change is my eyes which used to be a changing gray is now a fairly solid gray.

Big shoulders, thick chest and about a thirty-one inch waist and you could tell I’m a fairly big guy also displaying big legs and something I’ve personally worked on which is my large guns, even bigger then what my frame would normally have.

Besides my big arms, the other distinguishing feature is on my chest. I’ve always had the larger sized nipples about the size of a quarter and my previous partner loved playing with my sensitive nips so they look like the size of pencil erasers when soft and about twice the size when I’m excited, looking like I should have a couple of heavy-duty tit rings dangling off my chest.

And with my latest transformation they’re so incredibly sensitive, if men focus on them for any time, I can cum just from the tit work.

But what makes us built for sex is what’s going on down below.

I already had a good size penis probably high average, yet my transformations gained another couple inches to my shaft. I’m not that vain, but I am a red-blooded gay man so having more equipment to play with certainly has me being okay with that change.

So I’m large and thick making any size queen happy but it’s also the fact I can get hard at the slightest breeze and I’ll stay hard as long as I need to.

And when I cum it will be a thick creamy load every single time through the night no matter how many times I’ve already exploded in somebody’s mouth or ass or just dumping on somebody’s body.

My ass is also a Fraternity built piece of sex equipment.

Pre-transformed it was a flat butt having trouble holding up my pants over the years, but now it’s rock hard rounded glutes ready for action and I mean ready for action since we’re self-cleaning 24/7, so I can be fucked, anytime and anyplace.

Our asses can also take pretty much anything and remain tight no matter what’s shoved up there, so the first stud will find a tight grip around his cock as will the last one.

Since my latest transformation of which I’m the only one in our small group who’s had it, means I have a few additional features which is my ability to not only tighten up my hole, but if I concentrate I can tighten the entire tunnel and I’ve been told it feels like a velvet glove clutching and stroking their entire rod.

The other thing changed is my semen.

It’s not only tasty but anyone who swallows, or takes it up their ass not only gets a kick of energy but it acts as an aphrodisiac as well so my playmates are willing to go on for another round, then another….

The final thing, at least the final thing I know about so far is what just happened on the plane.

Everyone has pheromones sexually attracting people and we Fraternity studs supposedly can transmit a little bit further attracting men with similar interests so if I’m like PJ who’s a horny bottom man craving rough sex, his pheromones are likely attracting top men who want to rough up the big bodybuilding slut.

Mine goes even further and I can feel the heat rising when I get horny and if I’m not paying attention it will affect those around me and if I’m really horny or screwing my brains out it can influence a large group.

So I learned to do a little visualization of a thermostat and turn the heat down which seems to help and looking around the plane people were looking less frazzled than earlier.

And it comes back down to the price we have to pay since being built for sex also means we desperately need it and I’ve even thought of us as cum vampires which isn’t far from the truth; since we need semen to keep our bodies healthy and do the maintenance work on our frames.

Even diehard tops need to figure out how to get jizz in their systems but since I’m an anything, anytime kind of guy, that’s never been a problem except I need a lot of it.

The other issue we have, has to do with the sex we like.

So if you’re like PJ into rough bottom boy sex if he doesn’t get what he wants, his interest turns into a distracting need, before finally becoming an overwhelming compulsion until he finally satisfies his craving.

In my case I like a variety of sex, which is why we’re on a plane to Las Vegas since I’m going bugfucking crazy right now.

The last six weeks I’ve been getting a lot of one-on-one time which I absolutely love, however there’s a couple of other types that really turn me on as well.

One is dark nasty anonymous group sex where I can spend a few hours fucking and sucking as well as taking as many men as I can.

With the other one being some rough leather sex of my own, although this is probably where I have my limits since I have no problem playing master or slave but it’s all a game to me in order to have hot sex. So getting too rough in the BDSM play is not my thing and PJ and I who’ve often gone out and tackled half a dozen or more daddies to be their bitches for the night, it will still be PJ who takes on the really hardcore boys.

PJ and I as well as a couple others flying out work in Savannah, Georgia in construction. I’m in charge of the company which is why PJ calls me boss although that’s merely a title since it doesn’t stop my buddy from ordering me around and telling me what to do.

Savannah is a fairly small city, with its southern prejudices so the gay pickings are rather slim and considering my core staff is all gay along with sex crazed Fraternity we usually head to a bigger town at least once a month.

But even there it’s been slim lately so we’re heading to Vegas for a very specific reason which has nothing to do with gambling or seeing the shows.

“I think once we get to the hotel I might need to do a full shave on you boss; what do you think?” And I groaned at the idea.

PJ has eyebrows and a dark goatee and that’s it anywhere; and I’ve known the dude for over a dozen years and he’s always had the same look with never a stubble anyplace since he’s meticulous in cleaning himself up.

Ordinarily I’m not very hairy from the neck down, having a little dark hair on my legs and arms and thanks to my transformation I only have a little hair in my armpits and over my stalk, with it never getting heavier anymore.

But what PJ was offering was not only shaving my pits and groin but also scraping the blade all around down there, especially near my hole making it even more sensitive to play with.

“We’ll get some pool time in and we want you to look good,” and I looked over laughing at the dude since the big bodybuilder also acts as one of my fashionista elves.

I could care less what I wear, yet my buddy who calls me boss has a tendency of nagging and making sure I don’t clash as well as handing over clothes showing off my body to the best.

Although by PJ’s definition the best will mean something like a dirty stained jock and nothing else when we work out at the motel’s fitness center, or a thong swimsuit around the pool.

We finally arrived with only one more warning from PJ that I was heating up.

I should have noticed since we were walking through the terminal and too many people were stumbling when I walked by, but I was obsessed with making it to the motel and getting laid.

I’m told it’s like a sexual heat wave that hits people. If they’re close by I’m told people start thinking about sex, then feeling frisky, until they become super horny.

But if it’s like now where I’m moving and somebody walks nearby it’s almost a physical slam of lust which mostly is general, but I understand with the right people (gay men, like duh) they may start lusting after me and not know why.

It’s all in the pheromones.

“Boss.”

“Sorry.”

I don’t do it on purpose. Well sometimes I do.

There’s been times when I’m at some stodgy fundraiser or even once at a gay Republican party and I focus on getting laid and it creeps up with it being amusing to see the people around me in their suits getting a little randy.

But times like now, when I’m over the top horny, I just radiate this stuff without thinking about it.

Which takes a lot out of me, so I need to eat ….again.

We have business reasons for coming, but it was mostly for play and we had to check our luggage thanks to the leather gear.

Around the motel? Not so much, considering the clothes needed could be stuffed in a backpack.

Daytime? Thong and flipflops or jock and trainers, along with a pair of shorts and t-shirt if going off site.

Evening – shorts and tee for dinner, then black boots and a towel borrowed from the motel to get over to the orgy rooms and other then a gallon of lube, I’m set.

However, we’re planning on hitting the private leather club while here, so we’ll need to suit up then.

Amos, Ian and I waited at baggage.

Amos was the smallest of the group with a nice runner’s physique and the dude was super bright with a wry smartass attitude, which is fine since a good slam is okay even if it’s aimed in my direction.

Ian’s Irish and a former rugby player so he had a thick, fireplug body.

The other difference is while both didn’t care whether they top or bottom, Amos favors one on ones or maybe one on two’s; where Ian is a hard charging athlete liking to pound his way through sex whether with one dude or a half dozen.

We’ve all done the dirty deed together thanks to our crazy sex drives.

Oh yeah …I didn’t talk about that.

Once transformed your libido takes a jump, so if it was low before, it’s likely normal now ..that is normal for a younger person.

Normal sex drive kicks it up higher and if you were already high, like I was, well one of my nicknames is Energizer Bunny for a reason.

Yeah it’s bad.

Freaking bad.

Studies show men think about sex around twenty times a day.

I wish it was only that much.

“We ready guys?” and nodding we jumped the rental car bus with Amos snickering when he saw the driver giving me the eye.

This horned up I can turn my pheromones down but not off, so yeah near a queer and they turn into dogs in heat.

My buddies get a kick out of what I do since they recognize when its happening, so we’ll go out to a gay bar and the bastards will even devise ways of getting me worked up, then watch the entire place start getting …frisky.

Oops.

“Hi I’m Tim and this is Randy.”

We finally standing around outside of the registration office of the motel as Amos and Ian went in to get our rooms and there was a pair of studs doing the same.

The two were clearly Marines with high and tights and Tim had a nice lean build with Randy being brawnier.

“This is Gil and I’m PJ,” as we all shook hands.

The three jarheads were up from Camp Pendleton for a long weekend apparently helicopter pilots and we talked about San Diego where both PJ and I lived for awhile until their third buddy Ben came out with the key to their place.

“We’ve been here before, so Gil why don’t you show them where their room is after a quick tour?” PJ looked over grinning.

Actually it was more than ‘been here before’ since PJ and I met here, renovating the motel when it was first purchased and we spent a couple years ripping it apart room by room.

They were hot times since we’d work our butts off during the day, and being a gay motel even back then, we played our butts off during the evening. Not quite true since a sex break during the day was also fairly common.

“Uh sure.”

The motel is a two story hollow box with the pool and large open area in the center.

One side has offices, restaurant and a nightclub on the second floor, with another having the good sized fitness center – it is for gays after all. Then next to the fitness center was a large area called the Cave.

Oh yeah the Cave.

Access through the gym or you can walk down stairs from the nightclub and it’s where grown horny men cum to play. Three very dark rooms designed to let men mingle and get off, which is why we selected this motel since we’ll be visiting the Cave later.

The pool was starting to fill up with some hard bodies on display and the gyrenes were definitely checking out the action while I looked at a huge palm tree remembering how PJ and I planted it about eighteen years ago.

Can’t mention that to the military studs since if I’m officially twenty-eight, that means I was ten years old when I worked here.

Yeah, sometimes sharing memories can be complicated.

The three studs were sharing a room and I led them to the second floor.

“Here’s where you’ll be living for the next few days.”

Tim ran a hand lightly up my arm, “how about showing us where the bathroom is,” and swallowing I nodded as we headed in the room.

“Geezus stud!”

Randy was commenting on my difficulty in pulling up my shorts over my tool since it looked like it could still pound nails, and considering we’ve been going at it for a couple of hours, it was understandable he was surprised I was still hard.

Once in the room we were out of our clothes pretty fast and feeling super heated which likely meant I was kicking the three young hot studs into hyper horny and they proved I was having the effect pretty quickly.

Supposedly Randy was a top, but I had his ass and Tim was a bottom, but his dick was down deep at one point and Ben was up for anything, but he was the first one to concede defeat leaving about half an hour ago out to the pool.

Quickly realizing three to one odds was easy for me to handle we wasted no time in getting their pipes into my holes with them getting into my swollen chest and nips which clearly liked to be chewed.

I was double fucked at one point, with Tim finally begging off and topman Randy and I had one last fuck before he declared he’s not going to be able to get it up the rest of the weekend.

Doubtful since the dude is young, hung and well while not full of cum right now, he’ll revive at some point.

The dude was muscular and sexy enjoying being both aggressive and taking it slow with the last time being a nice ending as I screwed his ass while he chewed on my now sore chest.

Jumping up, his big dick swinging side to side as he pulled me into a hug.

“Will I see you around?” and I nodded while we made out some more.

“Not taking a shower?”

“Why should I?” cracking the stud up.

Probably a legitimate question considering the sexy military boys dumped plenty of Marine loads either in or on me during the last few hours.

Oh yeah, part of that whole cum vampire thing is healthy cum in my ass will be absorbed although it takes some time and thanks to some heavy loads, my tight hole was still leaking some of their cream down my leg with other parts my body coated in their spooge.

But in pig paradise, I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

I had a feeling Randy wouldn’t object if I hung around the room some more but as if on cue my stomach growled reminding me it was time to take care of my other obsession.

Gil headed out to the pool since he had no idea where their rooms were, seeing the marines standing and talking with his crew although it was a shame since both Tim and Ben were wearing board shorts which didn’t do justice to their hot bodies.

“Let me show you where your room is,” and Ian jumped up with me as I rolled my eyes since he could’ve just told me the room number.

“According to the two studs you gave a top notch performance mate,” with Ian cracking up as I shrugged my shoulders.

I can’t deny I’m a major league slut, but I’m not big on talking about it which amuses my friends to no end and I had no doubt they already gathered specific details from the two hot men.

“Son of a bitch,” seeing Ian laugh and I could only shake my head at my buddy’s antics since in my bag were three swimsuits none of which would be street legal and even as thongs they were pretty risqué.

Think posing strap with string waistbands high in the waist plunging down into a microscopic amount of material with the band riding in the crack of my ass before splitting to around the waist. The material will barely cover my junk if I’m totally limp which is why I needed to be shaved and the material doesn’t have any give so if I harden up it means the suit pulls away from my body exposing the family jewels the harder I get.

Ian is a major pig who shaved not only my pubes but then running the razor over my already bare nuts, perineum and around my hole before running his tongue to get a taste of any dried jarhead jizz as well as attacking my hole to see uf there’s anything he can suck out, so I was moaning and groaning before swiveling me around and swallowing my tool as I dumped another huge load in the Irish stud’s mouth and he quickly stood up to give me some of my own juice back.

Thinking I wouldn’t mind the jock’s ass he pointed over to a table with couple of huge subs waiting for me to digest and he laughed walking out of the room as I scrambled over to inhale, shaking my head.

The overwhelming need for sex has been dampened thanks to the three studs so it will help me hold off until tonight when I go into major pig sex mode in the Cave and I should be grateful to the athlete for going easy on me.

In the past he’s taken a lot longer to help me prepare which means a killer rimjob as well as working over my chest until I’m barely able to see straight.

To say I have an odd relationship with my buddies is an understatement.

All three work for me in the construction business with Amos being my salesman, Ian my materials coordinator and PJ is one of my foremen, however I’ve known all of them for years especially PJ; and I have a tendency of bringing friends in as employees or employees becoming my friends. Fortunately all are good guys and hard workers although our meetings have a tendency of a lot of trash talking, still managing to get the job done.

But deference or respect for being the boss? Especially when we’re at a gayboy playground like this place? Forget about it.

Sliding the thong on, it was already showing some of my meat since after Ian’s play there’s no way in hell I can be totally soft. It also didn’t help with the thin string rubbing against my sensitive rosebud, but I threw a wrap around my waist and headed out to the pool and laughing as he turned the corner to see PJ and Ian rousing the crowd as the two muscular studs called out to people and party.

Sexy Randy joined his friends getting a lot of shit for wearing a bikini showing off the hefty bulge in front as well as his hot bubble butt, although the dude cracked up eyeing my thong which didn’t stop him from checking the material out thoroughly with his hands.

After downing a few beers in the hot afternoon sun I headed over to the toilet near the pool and draining the lizard a body pressed against my back and I felt a light kiss on my shoulder. Fortunately I was able to drain what I needed before my tool worked its way to its full hardness as hands slid around to the front with the fingers following the trenches of my abdominals as the other hand worked its way up to lightly pinch a swollen nipple making me grunt.

“I love the sex noises you make.”

“I enjoy what you do so I’ll make the noise,” hearing a low chuckle against my ear.

The hand rubbing my abs disappeared and he must’ve pulled his bikini front down since a hard pipe was rubbing down my crack as the other hand returned grabbing my pecs with his fingers making sure they rubbed my swollen erasers.

“I don’t know what it is stud, but it seems if I’m within ten feet of you I want to jump your bones.”

“That’s a shame, I was hoping you’d want to fuck my ass,” hearing a soft husky chuckle as a swollen bullet got a rough pinch and a hand disappeared again feeling the string in the crack of my ass being pulled to one side.

I leaned forward putting a hand against the wall feeling the thick head set against my aching opening.

“Are you sure?”

I chuckled as I pushed back taking the big cock back in my chute as we both groaned.

Randy was a husky stud athlete and hands on my shoulder the dude began pounding my ass occasionally stopping to pull me up and turn my head for a hot kiss before pushing me back down to fuck me once again and considering the dude’s already cum several times he rode my butt for a good amount of time until slamming in and swelling up, he whimpered out a ‘fuuuuuuck’ and hot cream pumped down my tunnel as I was yanked vertical for the two of us to kiss.

He wasn’t done however and I felt a light kiss on my shoulder before pulling out and turning me around he pushed me back against the wall. Dropping to his knees, the sexy stud swallowed me whole and already leaking profusely, his hot mouth closing up was all it took and I heard him gagging as the thick ropes of spooge poured down his throat.

Standing back up meant a long kiss as well as the return of some of my cum and I enjoyed licking his face and chest where some of my cream spilled out. After that, we pulled up our suits and headed back out to the pool.

The afternoon turned into party central around the pool with the three Marines hanging around PJ, Ian, Amos and I with a lot of drinking, a little dancing and horsing around with games like chicken in the pool.

Every now and then PJ, Ian or Amos would disappear, then I’d see them walking back with a stud or two weakly following them.

Yeah, we were all horny as hell, so chances were anybody wanting to play was going to get a nice surprise.

But Gil wasn’t immune either heading back to his room to see a hot little muscle dude sashaying his bikini’d butt in front of him and the husky dude was shortly limping back to the pool after demanding to be fucked hard by Gil’s large fuckstick.

Then there was the toying before dinner with Amos and Ian chowing down on Gil’s sensitive chest swelling his bullets up even further so they were sore as his shirt scraped against them when they ate.

A little dancing and a lot of drinking afterwards meant he was ready to get serious.

I walked into the dark room wearing only a pair of black boots and the outer room is what we disparagingly call the posing room since both the door to the fitness center and stairs coming down from the nightclub dumps the night clubbers here and they stand around with their backs against the wall ‘posing’ to draw interest and normally I’d immediately head into one of the other rooms.

But I was thinking there was plenty of mandick even here and I walked over to a corner where there was a couple of guys standing around and they perked up seeing a big naked muscle man drawing near. I sank to my knees and one quick thinking stud got the message whipping out a nice sized cock and stepped up to sink his shaft down my throat. I reached up grabbing his hips while working my mouth up and down his shaft feeling the dude rest his hands on my head then pushing to suck him faster and I readily complied.

Spit was escaping and dribbling down on my chest as I heard a grunt feeling heated cream hitting the back of my throat and I swallowed down everything he offered and hearing a ‘thanks stud’ as he pulled away to fall back against the wall as another man wasted no time in shoving his tool inside as a couple of others stepped up.

I used my hands to lightly stroke their tools and hearing the dude in my left hand moaning I switched to his cock and barely getting the head in as he started blasting away and I wanted to clean his cock off but the middle dude was making it clear it was time to get back there and I swallowed him down as more cream started filling my mouth and hearing an ‘oh fuck’ from the right heated ropes fell all over my shoulder dribbling down over my chest with a new group stepping up and I took care of their loads before finally standing up.

The studs I worked over surrounded me taking advantage of the big hard body before them with one closing in for kiss while others ran their hands over my naked frame before I broke away happy I had over half a dozen loads of jizz down my throat.

Keyed up for more I walked into the orgy room seeing a hulking black dude sitting on one of the carpeted tiers getting a blowjob from a slightly built white guy and I walked over seeing the cocksucker having problems taking the huge slab of meat in.

“You want to suck this down?”

“Hell no I want it up my ass.”

Grinning he grabbed the head of the cocksucker pulling him off and it was definitely an awesome piece of meat.

“Come here and sit down boy.”

I stepped up placing my boots on either side of his hips lowering myself down as he guided his baseball bat to my hole and I felt the head touching my rosebud.

“You ready for this?”

“Hell yeah.”

Grinning he pushed my shoulders down as my ass spread wide open to accommodate the tree trunk filling up my hole.

Buried to the hilt he grabbed my head and we made out for a few seconds as I get used to the invasion in my ass.

“How do you want it boy?”

I felt hands come up to my distended nipples roughly pinching the swollen nubs.

“Maybe I don’t need to ask how you want it.”

“Give it to me anyway you want stud,” and laughing he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up a few inches so we could start driving up in my tunnel getting a pretty good pace finally…

“Too much work; we need to change positions.”

I pulled off the long pole regretting its temporary vacancy and I sat down on the tier pulling my legs up as the dude now standing on the lower one slammed his huge meat all the way to the hilt making me groan.

“This is what you said you wanted.”

“No complaints stud.”

I heard a deep chuckle as he ramped up pounding my hole with the slapping of our two bodies audible around us and bending down he got close to my face telling me to ‘open up’ and opening my mouth he spit then gave me a light slap on the cheek saying ‘good boy’ as he continued hammering his big cock inside.

A hand went up to squeeze my tits as another hand set on the side of my face with the thumb rubbing my mouth for me to suck in and I could hear him grunt as he sped up until feeling the blast of heated liquid filling my chute. Burying the thick prong to the hilt he finished pumping his load in my needy hole before pulling out and slapping my glute before stepping down to walk away.

Putting my legs down I looked around to see a lot of hot men filling the room.

Against two walls were these carpeted tiers to sit, lie or fuck on and scattered around was different carpeted blocks either tall enough to slam a man on his hands and knees or on his back but Gil was thinking I’d like to get off. Climbing down, I walked over to a stud getting his rod sucked and rubbing my shaft against his dimpled ass, a hand reached around grabbing Gil’s big fuckstick giving an appreciative grunt as the hand placed the tip at the entrance of an already wet hole and pushing forward he slid in hearing a groan in response to the invasion.

Bringing his hands around the front he felt a nice furry chest as he pushed back and forth giving an easy fuck and the dude turned his head so they could make out.

“I’m close” and Gil nodded while they continued to kiss all of a sudden feeling the hole clenching tight around his pipe so he jammed in deep to drop a lot of cream inside.

Both done, the hot man pulled away and turning around he grabbed Gil for a kiss with his hands feeling hard bullets and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger

“Sweet, mind if I play with them for awhile?” and he pushed Gil against the wall leaning down to chow down on the hard nubs earning moans from the big stud.

While the hot man was chewing, his hands roamed the muscular body slapping around the still rock hard cock and low hanging nuts sliding a thumbnail over his perineum making his way back and shoving a few fingers in the cum filled hole.

“Can I have some of that?”

“Go for it stud.”

And grabbing Gil’s sides and turning him around his hands went against the wall and bending slightly the hot man slid his hard shaft down his tunnel furiously pumping until hot cream poured in his chute and pulling out , he murmured ‘thanks stud’ in his ear before walking away

And this is why he loves the orgy room.

The next couple hours had him going into the third room which is filled with booths and narrow hallways creating a maze with little niches to hook up. The booths ranged in size from barely enough for one man to rest his ass against one glory hole and suck on the dick the opposite wall to larger size were a few men can work over a horny slut. The walls either consisted of thin fiberboard so you’ll get as much cock sliding through the glory hole as possible or Plexiglas and even chain-link so you can watch what’s going on maybe seeing some hot stud on his knees swallowing cock.

Some of the bigger booths have a podium or swing and there’s even a couple with chains hanging down from the ceiling or cross for rougher play.

But he walked around finding some stud willing to give him his hot ass to fuck or with a nice sized dick he offered his own, being mostly one-on-one, quick and moving on after a juicy load was dropped.

It was dark with men in various stages of dress, some still decked out in their clubbing gear.

He was heated up though and walking by dudes leaning against a wall, he’d see them grunt and maybe pull on their crotch or rub a hand against their chest as his pheromones passed over them.

If someone touched him, they’d notice he was warm, but not noticeably so and there was a fine sheet of sweat on his frame commingling with men’s spunk he’s already gotten and naked hands would snake out for a touch of naked flesh and on contact he’d hear a grunt.

Oh yeah his pheromones were making the boys crazy tonight.

The touch also seemed to tell him everything he wanted to know. Wanting to fuck or be fucked, just looking or god forbid looking for a husband.

He thought it was stupid to be looking in a place like this, but it wasn’t his concern.

Another touch and a man was hungry to put his huge dick in a willing hole, so Gil turned to engage his next partner.

Wanting a break, Gil stepped into an available booth and getting on his knees a dick quickly came through the hole for him to suck right in.

There’s something particularly sleazy about being in a dark booth and sucking on a totally anonymous cock with it being the only part of the body you’re connecting with and he’ll get so horned up he’s learned not to stroke his own meat since there’s too other many places it can be taken care of.

The booth had different walls with one being a door and another he was focused on being a wood wall. But this booth also had a Plexiglas wall with the requisite gloryhole with the last one being chain link looking into a hallway so studs can glance in to see the action.

There were a few studs pausing to see a mop of dark hair and couple day growth of beard on the kneeling muscle man only wearing a pair of black boots on his big frame.

A hand was against the wall giving the stud some leverage so he can really work the cock being offered and his huge bicep popped with the action.

Another man in the booth next door with the Plexiglas would see the broad back facing him as the head bobbed up and down and looking down his legs were spread and the voyeur could see his rosebud on display looking pink and puffy making it clear the big man’s been heavily fucked already especially since white jizz was dribbling down over his low hanging nuts.

Bending down between the legs a rock hard big dick was practically bouncing with a long rope of cream making it the short distance to the floor and you’d think about what you’d like to do with that kind of primo stud. But hearing a gasp he could tell muscle boy was drinking in a load of spunk and the man turned around still on his knees indicating it’s your turn to feed him your cock.

Gil switched between the holes a couple more times to suck in different men’s juices before standing up and stretching thinking it was time to get serious; and leaving the booth he headed back into the orgy room happy to see his favorite spot available so stepping over to a covered block of wood and leaning back, he lay down lifting his legs. They weren’t even fully up when a hairy stud stepped between his legs and slammed a nice size tool deep in his ass. He didn’t have much time to think about it since his head was grabbed and pulled upside down is another thick shaft slid down his throat and the game was on.

There’s a spotlight shining down on the spot so people have a good idea of what the whore looks like and of course this was primo muscle material drawing men like flies and if they were waiting for a hole to come available there was a huge chest with those two puffy bullets begging for attention so studs were licking and sucking and chewing making Gil moan around the latest shaft fucking his mouth.

This is what he came for and he had no idea whether the guy was good looking or not, complete stud or not as well as their age, since it was all about getting mandick inside so he took them all in. Feeling another load of cum dropped on his windpipe the stud withdrew bending down to whisper next to his face ‘I don’t fucking believe you stud’ and looking up he saw the hot muscle marine Randy who came in to lick at parts of his face coated in jizz before pushing his tongue down his throat as the two made out as the last man rammed his dick to the hilt shooting his cum deep inside.

Willing to take a break he stood up with the Marine nearby.

“You really are insane stud.”

He couldn’t help but be attracted to the man who was a little shorter maybe five-eleven and packing probably around two-ten of solid muscle with a little hair on his chest and a nice narrow treasure trail leading down to his good size dick. Randy was insistent and pushing him back they continued to make out until his legs bumped against one of the carpeted tiers along one wall.

“I have a stupid question.”

“What’s that?”

“Are you willing to take me again?” and Gil chuckled

Before long he was in a corner with his legs around the stud’s waist getting a nice slow fuck while they made out.

“You’re not human,” and he was suspecting Randy was shocked at how tight he was gripping the man’s pole since yeah by rights he should be as tight as the Holland Tunnel by now.

“You’re making me crazy you know that don’t you?” and Gil shrugged since it was all the pheromones and closing in for another toe curling scorching kiss Gil grunted as he felt his own nuts churning and spraying the twos torsos he heard the husky stud whimpering as he dropped another load inside and the burly marine’s body collapsed on top as the continued to lock lips.

Now settling down from the aftermath of his latest orgasm as well as the hours of sex, he started tingling.

Oh shit.

Looking at the shadowy face above him he should’ve realized it earlier except he had the overwhelming sex need dampening his other senses.

One more trait.

Not everyone can be transformed and there’s only a few thousand worldwide and the two mysterious dudes who do the transformation say they just know when they meet someone who’s eligible.

But members of the secret Fraternity are encouraged to send likely candidates down, however there’s a few who can sense the right person and since his latest transformation he’s been pretty rock solid when he’s gotten the tingling feeling he’s come to recognize.

His overwhelming sex need was blinding him earlier although he’s had an attraction to this stud more than the others and now he knows why.

Looking over he saw PJ and Ian standing nearby knowing what that means and he’s been seeing the two studs around the Cave all night knowing PJ must be a happy man since he saw him earlier strapped up in chains with a couple of daddy bears working him over.

But it was time for the finale.

“Uh Randy, I’m going to do something first but I’d be interested in seeing you tomorrow.”

The guy gave a tired acceptance and rolling off giving a quick kiss as he headed over to his buddies.

“Time for the pit.”

“I’m ready.”

Intersecting the three rooms is a pit about five feet deep and the three big studs climb down a small ladder.

“Who’s doing the honors?” Seeing Ian get to his knees

Oh man, Ian is not the most gentle one of the bunch, seeing people from above look down as the three started making out touching each other with Ian sucking in a hard cock coated with cum, lube and manass as PJ went rough on his already aching chest.

Soon fingers slid in his hole rapidly increasing up to four as he felt the first stream rain down on the two of them. As the thumb closed in more studs from above were emptying their bladders down on the three pigs in the pit below as they were washed down and bending his knees the Irish stud’s hand slid inside.

They were there for some time with Ian doing his thing twisting his fist inside and not too gently as multiple people rained down piss and of course jacked off with cum flying down nonstop until soaked with piss and cum finally they were done and climbing out of the pit there was a certain Marine muscle stud with his eyes wide.

“I seem to be saying unfuckingbelievable every time I see you.”

“You watched?”

“The whole thing.”

“Turned off?”

“I sure as hell won’t be doing anything like that but…” and grinning he grabbed Gil’s hand setting it on a rock hard throbbing slab of meat

“What would you say to another round in the room?”

“Yeah I’d like that,” and the two studs headed it out.

The few remaining hours to the night had the two studs going easy with a lot of cuddling and making out which was a nice ending to the play.

Gil later heard Randy made it down to Paradiso and was now when of the Fraternity hoping he’ll bump into him sometime since he was a nice guy who knows his way around a man’s body.

There was more play around the motel during the next day until they were picked up and driven to a private leather club in the warehouse district where they advertised the fact there will be three visiting muscle pigs to play with that night with Ian, PJ and Gil decked out in their leathers.

It was a long night, part rough play and a lot more sex as the club full of daddy’s took advantage of having prime muscle at their disposal.

Staggering to the plane for the flight back to Savannah, everybody was tired, sore and quite content.

Yeah, the price has been paid. For now.

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I wake up alone, to the sound of my alarm going off. I smile to myself, cause today’s the day my beau is coming home. I slide off the edge of the bed, and stand up as the 1200 thread count sheets slide off my naked body. I walk along the wall to the bathroom, and turn the lights on. I start the shower, stopping to look in the mirror. I’ve gained a few pounds, and I’ve let my pubes grow out a little thick. I quickly grab the clippers from the cabinet and trim them down to a light fuzz. I get hard in the process, but I don’t touch myself. I have to wait til tonight. Joe made reservations at the Carlton tonight. I walk into our closet and grab a pair of Diesel jeans and a Rugby Ralph Lauren pullover. I walk downstairs, and grab a yogurt, while I quickly check, to make sure everything is tidy and neat. I try to stay busy all morning, I go grocery shopping, pick up the mail, and go tanning. I have the Range Rover detailed, and waxed. It’s his baby, well I’m his baby, but it’s the vehicle he bought a few months ago. He told me after the signing, that we were going to have babies, and I needed safe transportation. I laughed at the time, but now that he’s coming home, it seems more a reality.

Okay, so here’s the thing. I’m 6’2″ and nearly 190. Joe is 6’4″ and 250, and naturally assumed the dominant position from the day we met. I was a business major and bartending at night at a club downtown. I had seen an advertisement in the wanted section, and I was old enough to serve. I wore the tightest jeans I had, from H&M, some Margiela boots, and a deep v-neck. I don’t want to say I have sex appeal, but the manager was like 50, and I think I made him horny. I had been working there a few weeks, when this brutally handsome soldier walked by. He flirted with a go-go boy for a few minutes and then finally came over to the bar and ordered a beer. I gave him a look like “what?!” He laughed and said “fine, I’ll have sex on the beach…with you.” I laughed and made his drink, on the house. He gave me his number after lights on, and told me to call him. I remember getting his voicemail, and leaving a message like “Hey it’s Lex, from the club, just obeying orders. Have a good night.” Turns out he was on active duty, and I wouldn’t hear back from him for 3 months. He called me while I was going to the bathroom, and I almost dropped the phone in the toilet. We talked for almost 2 hours the first time, and he asked me out the next week. My first gift from Joe, was a leather and chain link bracelet. Joe told me I had to wear it to work, so whenever someone hit on me, he’d be “watching” through the invisible camera in the bracelet. Okay, stupid, but it was cute to me…

I’m waiting at the amtrak station, with the windows down, and the moonroof open. My Carrera shades keep slipping down, so I take them off and close my eyes, enjoying the sunshine. I doze off, and awaken to a brush against my cheek. I jump a little and squint my eyes open, to see the outline of my man in the sunlight. “Hey blue eyes, did you miss me?” I quickly open the door and step out. He drops his bag and wraps his arms around me. I hug his neck and try to hold back the tears. I feel him shake a little, and as I pull away, I see he’s crying a little too. I put my hands on his shoulders and tell him I’ve missed him so much, and I love him. He keeps a hand at my waist, and brushes my tear streaked cheek with the other. I turn away embarrassed, and he pulls my face close. Our lips lock, and I feel his passion ignite. He tongues me lightly inside my lower lip, and I bite at his tongue playfully. He pulls me close and presses against me. I feel his arousal rub against me, and I giggle. “You bad boy, at least wait til we get to the room and you shower.” “You don’t like my stank ass?” “I love your stankass, but it’s a thin line between sexy musk, and b.o. Baby you are crossing the line.” He laughs and slaps my ass. I crab his bag and put it in the back seat. As I close the door, Joe’s getting in the driver’s seat. I walk around and get in the passenger side. I put my sunglasses back on and Joe grabs my hand. He fills me in on all the action he’s experienced. He tells me about finding a toppled building with a crowd of children he had to rescue. I’m so amazed by this man.

We check in early, and go up to the room. I open a bottle of dom perignon and relax on the sofa. Joe walks over and drops his bag on the bed. He takes his shirt off, and works on the buckle of his belt. I stop sipping wine, and watch, feeling myself becoming aroused. Joe turns and laughs at me, “Like what you see babe?” I wink and purrr “oh Joe, you know I do.” He starts to slowly undo his belt buckle and button fly, letting his pants drop to the floor. I can see his semi-hardon through his Polo boxer briefs. I adjust myself on the couch, and set my glass down on the side table. He turns to me and walks over. I watch his muscles flex, and the sexy hairline from pecs to abs. His semi-hardon is shifting from side to side. The englarged polo pony looks like it’s in full motion…he tugs at the crotch and waistband, teasing me with a flash of pubic hair and dark tanline. I cover my eyes with my hand in pretend shock. I feel him slide his now erect dick against my wrist and forearm. I drop my hand, and I stare directly at his dick. I get a whiff of his musky crotch, and I laugh, as I tilt my head back, and away. “You stankass!” He pulls me up by my hands, and presses his body against me, while his hands are around the back of my neck. He softly kisses my cheek, my nose, my lips, and my forehead. I wrap my arms under his, and pull myself closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He runs his hands up and down my back, and I can feel his heat against me, his dick twitching against my jeans. He pulls me back and lifts my shirt over my head, and I’m loose, allowing him to take charge.

He’s kissing at my neck and down my chest, nibbling on the right nipple, and then the left. He pulls at my button fly, and let’s my jeans fall, exposing my ecitement in Papi bikini briefs. He tugs them down, and slides his hands around to my ass, grabbing and tugging at my cheeks, probing inside of them, feeling my heat, and passion. His lips are around my dick, and he fingers me dry. I have my hands around his head, running my palms over the shortly buzzed hair. I can feel his stubble against my balls and shaft as he sucks at my dick, making me moan and waver at the knee. He pulls me closer to him, allowing me to balance against him. He slowly lifts my left leg over his shoulder, while I’m inside of his mouth. He’s pleasing me so well…mmm…it’s been so long. He leads me down, til I’m on the edge of the sofa, while he moves my other leg over his shoulder. He releases my dick from his mouth, and softly, but moistly kisses his way down my balls, to my ass…I immediately clench in anticipation. He’s kissing the inside of my thighs, down to my asscrack. He slowly starts to push his tongue inside me, as I open up for him. My hands are now behind me, bracing against the tuffted cushions of the sofa. He works his tongue and lips inside and around my hole, while I moan and writhe, trying to fight him, but lusting for more…He pulls away and moves up my body, to bite at my neck, his chain and tags clinking against my erect nipples. I feel his lips against my ear, “Baby, I wanna be in you so bad.” I whimper back that I want him inside of me. He presses a slick, wet dick head into my welcoming hole. He waits a moment, and feels me clamp around him, and then slowly works himself in. He’s panting and moaning in my ear, and I wrap my arms around his neck, and whimper in pleasure. He eases deeper and deeper, until he hits up against my prostate. I almost cum just from him entering me. I’ve almost forgotten how endowed he is. He’s almost a perfect 7 1/2, with enough thickness, but not too much length to be no good. My man has the perfect size dick.

He starts to rock in and out of me, while kissing at my neck and face. He has his hands around my face, as he looks in my eyes and tells me he loves me. I’m so lost in all the moment, I just want to be with him forever. He slows his pace down, and as he moves away, I feel the air against the moistness of our sweaty bodies. He pulls me up, and sits on the cocktail table. I slide down on him and close my eyes. He kisses my mouth, and I taste my sweat on his lips. I start to ride him, while I try to stifle my moans of pleasure. “You’re the man Joe, you’re my man…You feel so good inside of me” He grunts and bites at my lower lip. “You’re so big Joe, you make it feel good baby.” He let’s out a “Fuck baby, fuck” and I see his eyes roll a little back. He leans back on one arm, and wraps the other one around my waist. “Baby I’m cumming hard boo.” I watch his eyes and smile as he let’s go. We keep eye contact, even though we’re both intense and the moment is so strong. He loses focus on me and bites his lip, while his eyes squint. I can feel him throbbing and bobbing around inside of me, releasing his sperm to absorb into me. I keep riding him, while my ass is clenching around him. He leans forward, taking me in his arms, and holding me still. I feel his breath against my neck as he buries his face in the nape of my neck. He’s still throbbing inside of me, and he’s whimpering about making love to me, and that I’m all his.

It’s been a few minutes, and we’ve been making out on the cocktail table. We’re drenched and breathing softly. I can feel Joe slowly softening in me, and I feel wet all inside and around my ass. He plays with my wet, tossled hair, and I study his face. The way his bushy eyebrows compliment his forehead. His long lashes, and green eyes. The splatter of freckles along his cheeks to his stubbly jaw. His perfect lips, and slightly crooked teeth that I love. He tells me in a husky voice, he’s been waiting to do that to me for quite some time now. I giggle, cause the last time we had sex was the morning he went away. We had actually scuffed the wall with the bedposts making contact so rapidly. I hug his neck, and hold onto him. He pulls me away from him, and takes his dog tags and chain from around his neck, placing them around mine. I feel the tears well up. He wipes his thumbs over my eyes, and kisses each lid. “You’re my boy, and I want you for the rest of our lives.” I nod slowly and open my eyes. “Will you be mine?” I speak a raspy yes, and he passionately kisses me. He makes a joke about the mess, and I slowly get up, feeling him slide completely out of me. As I turn to go to the bathroom, he slaps my ass playfully. “That’s my ass boy, don’t you ever forget.” I laugh and walk into the bathroom. I start the water, and turn to see Joe leaning against the door frame. His chiseled body glistening in the light, his sexy body hair plastered against his tan skin, from pecs all the way down to his dick, which appears to still be semi hard. A sexy tanline shades the hair above his crotch line, and contrasts the hair around his dick, that spreads to mid thigh. I open the glass door, and he steps toward me. He leads me in, behind him, and presses me against the tiled wall. His lips meet mine, and we’re lost in a cloud of steam…

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At age twenty-five, I realised that I am like many men the wide world over – men who consider themselves essentially straight; men who are not averse, however, to receiving an occasional blow job from guys who offer it with no strings attaached; men who might blow their load down another guy’s throat with no real involvement, no reciprocation and, more often than not, without a word being spoken.

Around this time, I recall reading somewhere that if you let a guy suck your dick then you are definitely not straight. Taking this on board, I inwardly accepted that I am to some degree bisexual. And, having actually enjoyed a one-week fling with my own nephew – an affair that included my sucking, fucking and even fisting him – I accepted that my occasional walks on the wild side were probably more adventurous than those of the average ‘accidental tourist’.

Having completed my degree, I struggled to set up my own business. My shingle was there for all to see but it seemed to take forever to establish a solid client base. To help with cash flow, I took on the odd weekend gig as a vocalist with a band. I also did some work as a male model – mostly sports and swim-wear but also the occasional shoot for fashion houses. Being tall, blond, blue-eyed and slim was a distinct asset. Having a somewhat innocent air was also an advantage. I found I could easily do the appealing or angelic look for the camera but, when required, I found I could also project seemingly untapped reserves of sensuality.

Now, both the entertainment and the fashion businesses are great hunting grounds for casual sexual liaisons. A good percentage of the guys are gay and so I had less competition than one might expect for the favours of a great many very attractive young women. Conservatively, I’d say I got to hook up with at least a hundred different women over a two-year period. I love eating and fucking pussy. I was in Pussy Heaven throughout this period. No strings, no commitments – just a sexual banquet that should have satisfied me fully. But it didn’t. Not fully. I was always aware that the best head jobs I’d ever received were from guys. And I sometimes found myself hankering to fuck a nice tight ass too. Not a girl’s ass. That has never appealed to me. Why bother when girls have such a glorious playground out front? No – I definitely craved an occasional blow job from a a guy; and I had wonderful memories of the one brief period during which I’d fucked a guy up the ass. I knew I needed to do so again one day.

One of the gay guys on a fashion shoot told me of a place he often visited – a men’s toilet block by the water’s edge; one where the booths had holes in the partition walls – holes through which one might receive head from a complete stranger on the other side. I gathered that there are guys who simply live to suck dick and that such men would happily accommodate anyone seeking relief.

It took a while, but eventually my curiosity and cravings got the better of me. One mid-summer afternoon, I drove to the place I’d heard of, parked my car as unobtrusively as possible – the toilet block was well-screened by trees and shrubbery – and sauntered into the men’s room, doing my best to look like a guy in need of a piss. There were quite a number of cars parked amongst the trees, so it came as no great surprise to me that the urinal trough was fully occupied, as were the individual stalls. So I leaned against a wall and waited for a ‘vacancy’.

I guess my arrival had caused the guys at the urinal to pause in whatever they were really there to do. After a while, however, and after a few nervous glances at me, the bolder ones reached out to touch the dicks alongside them. I even received a few nods, smiles and gestures intended to encourage me to squeeze in amongst them. I just shook my head and smiled right back. I wasn’t keen on auditioning before a group. I was determined to wait until one of the cubicles was vacated. And, as I waited – watching men jerking each other off – I could hear noises from behind each door and I could detect movemenet against the dividing walls. My cock swelled mightily at the thought of what might be happening within.

At last a toilet was flushed and a guy emerged from one of the middle stalls. He was not keen to make eye-contact and left quickly. I immediately claimed ownership of the empty cubicle. After carefully wiping the seat with great wads of toilet paper, I sat down to admire the view. The first thing that struck me was the amount of graffiti all over the door and the walls. There were ‘advertisements’ – like “35yo guy wants to suck your cock – afternoons 3-4pm”; there were ‘testimonials’ – like “The guy in the red Nissan has a huge uncut dick”; there were warnings – like “Beware – cops patrol here at night”; and there were even short stories – like “Sucked off six guys in here today and swallowed gallons of hot jizz”. The art work was a treat too.

Of course I also noted the holes at eye level on either side of me. The partitions were of fairly thin plywood – say 1/2″ thickness – and the holes were much smaller than what I’d once seen in a porno movie. They were only a little over two inches in diameter and the edges were not softened with tape – they did look, however, as though someone had made an effort to file away any jagged bits that might injure those who ventured through.

I became aware of an eye on either side of me. My neighbours were apparently expecting me to display my wares. I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. I pulled down my briefs as well and started to stroke my cock and play with my balls. At the risk of sounding vain, I have quite a nice dick – or so I’ve often been told. It’s cut, thick and over eight inches long. I also have a pair of low-hanging balls. It wasn’t long before a finger started waggling through the hole to my right. I leaned forward and a face came into view. He was a pleasant-looking guy – mid-30’s perhaps – and he indicated that I should stick my cock through the hole.

I hesitated for a moment. What if he had a knife on the other side? What if he collected severed dicks as souvenirs or paperweights? Was my dick too thick to fit through comfortably? What if I got stuck or got splinters? But I summoned the courage to stand up and put my cockhead and just an inch or so of shaft through the hole. It was quite a snug fit but not injuriously so. I was immediately enveloped by warmth and wetness. I could feel a tongue swirling arond the head and lapping at the pre-cum oozing from it. His fingers tugged at me – demanding more – and so I allowed my dick to go through to the hilt with my balls pressed against the plywood wall. This guy was obviously no novice. Indeed he was a master of his trade.

I once saw a video of a python swallowing a small mammal. I remember marvelling at the peristaltic movements as the snake’s prey was rhythmically engulfed by irresistible movements. So it was with my first ever glory-hole suck. I could feel lips, tongue, mouth and muscles irresistibly drawing me deeper and tighter and harder into my neighbour’s throat. It was exquisite. The warmth, the rippling contractions, the movements – they were almost unbearably erotic. And my situation – the danger of sex in a public place, the anonymity provided by a partition wall, the isolation of my cock – all these factors contributed to the eroticism. I felt no need to buck in and out of his mouth. It was magical enough just to lean against that wall and feel myself being siphoned to orgasm.

I was unsure of the etiquette involved. Does one withdraw before shooting in the other guy’s mouth? Does one warn him? Should I whisper: “I’m gonna cum”? Indecision didn’t reign for long. I know my cock swells even larger when I am about to blow. And this guy was obviously experienced. He could tell too. I felt an added urgency in his movements. I pressed even harder against the wall. I thought: “Here. Take every damned inch!” I began to tremble and had to hold on to the top of the partition to steady myself. And then it happened.

I exploded into this stranger’s mouth and throat. I know I squirt a hell of a lot of cum when I am super-aroused and, believe me, this had been the head job from Heaven. I must have overwhelmed this guy’s mouth. I heard gulping sounds and I felt his throat clasp firmly around the head of my dick as I spurted into him. There was no abrupt disengagement. He continued to milk my juice. He moved to the head of my cock – so tender from having just blown – and helped himself to the last small droplets. Only then did he let me go. Only then could I withdraw my dick from the hole. I slumped against the wall – deliciously drained and momentarily exhausted.

I assume my benefactor jerked himself off while sucking me. Or maybe he’d just had his quota of cum for the day. Whatever the reason, I heard him arranging his clothing, flushing the toilet and leaving. I sat down and played things over again in my mind. I was a very happy and satisfied boy. And I was still half-hard as I reflected on the pleasure I had just enjoyed. That’s when I remembered the other hole. I suddenly realised that whoever was on the other side of me had probably been staring at my ass for the last ten minutes or more. I looked to my left and – sure enough – there was an eye peering at me. Moreover, someone had quickly replaced my recent benefactor to the right. Yet again, there was an eye checking me out on either side.

I stroked my cock for a while. Moisture continued to ooze at its tip – perhaps the last dregs of cum or perhaps fresh dribbles of pre-cum. Either way, I was stiffening once more.

I’m a very democratic man. I thought it only fair I should first turn my attention to the guy who’d been watching my rear end for so long. But when I looked through the hole to my left, I saw a very bleary eye indeed. The guy moved his head back in order to wiggle his finger through the hole. I could see that he was – in my 25-year-old opinion – ‘ancient’. And not the least attractive either. In my youth, there were limits to my democratic leanings and limits to my philanthropy too. I was not about to plunge my dick into a geriatric mouth! I am older now – and wiser too – but back then I decided to ignore the poor fellow on my left. Indeed, I tore off some toilet paper, added some spittle, and covered up the hole so he could no longer see though. Mean of me, I know, but such is the arrogance of youth.

To my surprise, something was pushed through the hole on my right. It was not a cock. It was a slip of paper wrapped around a pencil. I took it and read: “Fuck me”. Well, that was certainly straight and to the point, but I was not inclined to shove my dick into some strange guy’s ass-hole. Even had I wanted to do so, I had no condom to use and I was not about to risk going bare-back. I scribbled “No” and passed the paper and pencil back to him. At the same time, I took the opportunity to see what he looked like. I was pleasantly surprised. He was much the same age as me but more casually dressed, and he was quite a good-looking guy. But that wasn’t about to alter my mind about glory-hole fucking.

The paper came back at me. No pencil this time. He’d written: “OK. I’ll just blow you.” And, trusting soul that I am, I stood up and – for the second time that afternoon – presented my dick to a neighbour. This time I just went straight for it – the full eight-plus inches passed through the hole at one fell swoop. Again I was treated to the warmth and wetness of a fellow man’s mouth. It was no less enchanting the second time around. I have never been slow to recover and my anonymous friend was expert enough to have raised the dead. It wasn’t long before I felt myself on the verge of firing off another load. But, at just that point, his mouth was removed and my straining cock was left nodding in the air.

I heard and felt movement on the other side of the partition. I felt his hand applying something warm and moist to my dick; and then it felt as though a wall of flesh was being pressed against my knob. I pulled back immediately. The bastard had been trying to back his ass onto my cock! My erection wilted instantly. I wanted to scrub my cock in hot soapy water. Logic and common-sense flew away. I was convinced that – at the very least – I’d been contaminated by a shitty ass-hole. And – at worst – I immediately envisaged myself riddled with syphilis! I was genuinely appalled.

I burst out of that toilet stall as though the devil was on my tail. My pants were still at half-mast and my dick and balls were exposed to the gaze of everyone present. I didn’t care. I headed straight for the hand-basin and started washing my junk in cold water. I’d have preferred warm or even hot water, but only cold was available. I dried myself as best I could with the tail of my shirt and an old tissue I found in my pocket. Then I tucked everything away and left.

As I drove away, the indignation and anger swiftly faded from my mind. In their place came a warm and happy feeling. I had survived – and mostly enjoyed – my first experience of a glory-hole. I knew immediately that this was something to which I might easily become addicted. After all, there was no need for sweet-talk, no need to dress up, no need to play courtship games. You just stick your dick through a hole and receive a magnificent blow job from a guy who knows exactly what pleases other guys.

So I added another dimension to my sex life. I continued to bonk girls at every opportunity but I now visited that men’s room regularly too. Eventually – if the other guy looked OK and had a nice dick – I even condescended to suck cock myself. There were a couple of guys who became my ‘regulars’. We never spoke or attempted to mix outside the men’s room, but we grew to know each other’s habits and likely times of attendance. Reciprocal oral was something I enjoyed doing with these two men. It was obvious that – like me – they had no desire for relationships with guys; they just enjoyed getting it on anonymously via a hole in a wall. A few months down the track, I was oddly flattered to see that I had rated a scrawled message on a wall – “The guy in the white MG has a big thick dick.” I felt quite proud to receive such a positive review!

Just after my 26th birthday, I took the plunge and acquired a dick piercing. I don’t really like ‘body-art’ very much. I’ve no desire to be tattooed and – even if I wanted them (and I don’t!) – I am too cowardly to endure having my ears or nipples pierced. But I had once known a guy whose cock was pierced and it excited me for some reason I can’t quite fathom. So, the devout coward – the guy who fears dentists and shrinks from a flu jab – decided to let someone modify his dick! It was nowhere near as painful as I’d imagined. Nor was it embarrassing. I had a choice – male or female technician – and I chose the male as I thought he’d know his way around a man’s junk better than a woman would. I was also worried that I might get an erection with a female technician. As it happened, I got an erection anyway. Apparently that often happens. Our cocks are conditioned to respond to prolonged handling by another person. And the guy who did my piercing assured me that it was helpful to know how the dick looks when erect – it assists in determining what size jewellery is the most appropriate.

So, eventually, my graffiti ‘review’ became: “The guy in the white MG has a huge pierced dick.” My Prince Albert proved attractive to those on the other side of glory holes and my female bed-partners liked it too. Had anyone ever objected, it’s easily removable and easy to replace as well.

Inevitably, the day arrived when I DID fuck a guy via a glory hole. I was happily enjoying an expert blow-job when my neighbour ceased his ministrations and kind of shoved me back out of the hole. He then poked a condom through the opening and I thought: “To hell with it. I’d love to feel a nice tight ass again.” I rolled the condom on, noting that it was – thank goodness – a larger-sized one; regulars feel unbearably constrictive at the base of my dick and they invariably rip, especially if there’s insufficient ‘head-room’ for both my cockhead and its piercing.

I put my protected cock back through the hole and felt him applying lube on the other side. Then I just pressed against the wall as hard as I could while he pushed backwards and onto my dick. He took it slowly. It was bliss. Inch by inch I felt my cock being enveloped by his tight ass. When he was finally done – when his ass-hole was as close to the hole as it could possibly get – he remained still while I gradually went in and out, smoothing a path, creating a rhythm, preparing him for an assault.

I was determined to savour this fuck. It had been a long time since I’d last fucked a guy. All the delectable sensations returned to me, especially the exquisite tightness and the way it feels when the rectum contracts and creates rippling sensations all along my shaft. After several minutes of slow, deep and deliberate movement, we began to fuck in earnest. He moved in sync with me. At times I was barely inside him at all, and then he’d move backward and I’d push forward as forcefully as I could, burying my dick to the hilt. At the end, I was slam-fucking him. The thin partition wall was moving but we paid no heed to this or to the noise made each time I slammed into him. It was truly magical and wholly animal at the same time. I know he blew his load at much the same time I did because I could feel his ass-hole clenching on me as each arc of cum spurted out of him and as each blast of cum spurted out of me.

He moved off me but grabbed hold of my cock with his hand, preventing me from vacating the hole. I felt him carefully remove the condom. Then, having withdrawn to my side of the wall, I looked through the hole in order to see if the condom had torn. I also wanted to whisper my thanks. He was holding the condom, tip downwards, draining all the cum into the reservoir. Then, as I watched, he raised the well-filled condom to his mouth, tilted it so the opening was at his lips, and allowed all the creamy contents to drain into his mouth. He squeezed the condom to get every drop he possibly could and then he swilled my juice around – seemingly savouring the taste and texture – before swallowing it all. I found this so erotic that my dick started to swell again. I put it back through the hole, hoping he might be interested in sucking me again. But he wasn’t. He gave my cock a parting touch with his hand and then I heard his door opening. He was through for the day. But I wasn’t.

Soon afterwards, I heard someone else enter the stall next door. Almost immediately, an eye appeared at the hole. I flourished my dick and received the traditional finger-wave of invitation. Before accepting, I bent down to check out what I could see of this new guy. I got quite a shock. It was a young guy I had often noticed at the city gym – a handsome, dark-haired boy with a good body. I’d put his age at around twenty, perhaps less. On a few occasions I’d been in the showers at the same time as him and each time I’d admired his small thatch of chest hair and dark brown – almost black – pubic bush. They stood out against his pale skin. Being very blond and relatively hairless myself, I was perversely drawn towards dark body hair on other men.

At the time, I wondered if he’d recognised me. I later discovered that he had – after all, my piercing is fairly distinctive even if my face isn’t. Apparently, he’d been checking me out in the showers too. Anyway – whether he recognised me or not – I was happy to introduce my hard cock to him via the glory-hole.

He stroked my dick for a minute or so, using his other hand to tug on my Prince Albert in just the way I love. Then I felt his tongue flicking at the eye of my dick, capturing beads of pre-cum and teasing me to even greater hardness. It was like drowning in honey when he finally took me into his mouth entirely. However young the guy looked, he had certainly been around long enough to become an expert at giving head. When the tip of my cock was lodged firmly in his throat, he made a swallowing motion stronger than I had ever experienced before. It felt like a vacuum pump had me in its power. I would gladly have stayed that way forever but the poor guy obviously needed to breathe occasionally! After each release for air, he took me to the back of his throat again. I was very close to shooting my load when he suddenly stopped sucking altogether, pushed my dick away and whispered to me through the hole. I had to bend down to catch his words.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I’d like that too. Do you have a condom?”

“No” he said. “I want it raw and totally natural.”

His voice seemed to tremble with lust. I had a vision of his ass clenching so hard on my dick that he could feel every ridge and vein. I could visualise my surgical steel piercing grazing against his prostate. I shivered at the thought of intimate flesh against intimate flesh.

But other thoughts also flew through my head. I’m pretty devout when it comes to safe sex. Even with girlfriends of several weeks standing, I am reluctant to take a risk.

The silence between us seemed to last forever. I could sense disappointment on the other side of the wall. And I could sense disappointment in my loins as well. My cock simply longed to be encased in a smooth, warma and velvety tube.

As it so often does, my dick won the debate. Caution was thrown to the wind and I thrust my rock-hard dick back through the hole. It was welcomed by another sweet burst of lip-service and I could tell that my next-door neighbour was slathering my cock with drool and saliva.

After a few minutes of pleasant sucking, he must have risen to his feet and turned his back to the wall. I felt his hand guide my dick to his ass-hole. I forced myseelf to keep still. I know my size can make initial entry quite painful, so I let him ease back at his own pace. Slowly, very slowly, I felt the head of my dick slide into him. The tightness was exquisite. I knew that once my cockhead had been accommodated, then the rest of my dick should glide into him with relative ease. And in I went – eventually – right to the hilt. We paused when I was fully inside him. I could feel his rectum adjusting to the intrusion; I felt every ripple, every contraction. I swear I could almost feel his heartbeat. It was as if time stood still. There must have been noise around us but I heard nothing – I could only acknowledge sensations and feelings. I very much wanted to stay as we were. I wanted to stay deep inside this wondrously accepting and inviting flesh forever. But I also wanted to move, to glide, to plunder and slam. I wanted to ravage this beautiful ass – cruelly stretch it to the max and then pump it full of cum.

I could sense when he was ready to be fucked more vigorously. There was no diminution of tightness, only a greater sense of preparedness – if something can be both taut and yet relaxed, then that’s how it felt. I picked up the pace and began to move in and out of him with a steady rhythm. He began to move his ass accordingly. I suddenly became aware of sounds again. There was the sound of me pounding against the wall and I could also hear soft moans and whimpers from the other side of the partition. And, of course, there were sounds emanating from me too – I was breathing heavily; panting in anticipation of a breathtaking finish to this ride.

Some endings can be a disappointment – a real let-down – but this fuck ended gloriously for both of us. At the point of inevitability – that stage when you know that nothing can prevent the gathering fluids from erupting – I plunged into him as deeply and as hard as I could. I then kept perfectly still and let every sensation in my loins wash over me. I could feel the head of my dick twitching; I could feel the shaft shuddering in its velvet prison. It was as though this young man and I shared a pulse. He squeezed firmly on my cock and set off an orgasmic tsunami. Wave after wave of cum surged out of me and inundated his vice-like rectum. I was still ejaculating when his own peak was reached. As he fired off salvo after salvo, the grip on my dick became an intense mix of agony and pleasure. The head of my cock was ablaze within a tunnel of incendiary juices.

We remained joined for a considerable time afterwards – long after our last drops of cum had been spent. I can’t say that my erection subsided. I no longer felt any desire for release but both my dick and I wanted to savour the moment for as long as possible. My mind was filled with visions of my own cum flooding deep within this nice young guy’s nice young ass. I felt that we had each given the other a rare gift. I was filled with awe and wonder that such pleasure could exist. The shoddy surroundings, the smell of stale piss and ineffectual disinfectant, the sounds of others doing their own thing nearby – none of these realities were apparent or important to me. For him, perhaps, it was just a fuck. It may not have differed from any other coupling in which he’d ever participated. But for me it was like a home-coming. I’d already known that I was born to fuck but now I knew I was born to fuck men as well as women.

Eventually, my cock slipped out of his ass – or maybe he drew away from my cock – I can’t say. But we were each alone again, separated by a slim panel of wood. We almost bumped noses in the race to whisper “thank you” through the glory-hole. I heard him zip up and leave. I stayed a while longer as I suddenly had a desperate need to piss – not an easy feat when your dick is still semi-erect and still tender around the head. I was pleased to note that my cock was squeaky-clean to the naked eye. Having splattered piss all over the seat and the floor – my small contribution to the general ambiance! – I tucked myself away and left.

As I drove off, I’ll admit to feeling pangs of guilt and remorse. unprotected sex with a virtual stranger – no matter how wholesome he looked – was extremely unwise. But such pangs were fleeting. My mind dwelled more on an immediate reality – that there was a guy out there somewhere with my cum deep inside him. That made me feel strangely proud. And my senses dwelled on memories of a tight ass and the unsurpassable joy of shooting within it. That made my dick stir proudly. I knew I would be back for more.

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It was the weekend, and Joe and I had no plans. Joe picked me up at 6:00 in front of our building. He had just gotten a haircut and as I got in, I noticed he was wearing a very fitted blazer and collared shirt. “Boo, you didn’t tell me I had to dress up.” “You look great! Don’t worry, I just wanted to impress you.” I smiled and fidgeted a little. I had chosen some slim leg trousers from Marc Jacobs, with a side stripe, and metallicized tee shirt, and shawl collared vest from Zara. Joe took my hand, as we pulled away from the building.

We went for sushi, and cocktails. Joe and I chose a plush corner couch in the lounge, and caught up on our weeks, and what had been going on with friends of ours. A heterosexual couple from a couple floors up that we’d run into, in the fitness center. They were trying for a baby, and Joe was talking to me about a surrogate service. He wanted to find a woman with similar features as mine, as we would use his sperm for the conception. I loved the idea, and was actually feeling giddy at the idea of being a Dad. I wasn’t sure exactly of how that would work for both of us, but Joe said I could be Dad, and he would be Daddy. I laughed, because sometimes when we’re making love I call him Daddy.

Joe was feeling pretty buzzed, and wanted to go dancing. He gave me the keys, and I drove us to Posh. He led me to the bar, and we sat and ordered a couple of captain and cokes. He was getting frisky, and it was cute…until a heavily intoxicated boy walked by, and placed his hand on Joe’s crotch. I stopped talking, and Joe laughed it off, pulling the boy’s hand up to his left pectoral, “This is as hard as you’ll get baby.” I smirked, but got up and walked away. Joe followed after me, and stopped me by the bathroom, “Alexander, you’re not going to be like this. I love you.” I didn’t say anything, cause I hate feeling jealous.

Reluctantly I went back to the bar with him. I knew I’d get talked to later, because he rarely uses my full name. The intoxicated boy came by again, and Joe shrugged off his advances. I scooted closer to him, and he reached up and brushed a strand of brown hair away from my face. We kissed briefly, and finished another round of drinks.

Joe kept pinching me in the elevator and chased me doen the hall to our apartment. I tried to put the key in, but he caught up, and tickled me relentlessly. I shushed him, saying Mrs. Tompson would hear us. He got us inside, and tripped on his way in, landing roughly on the wooden floor. I shut the door behind me, and stumbled over him. I fell, and hit my knee on the table by the door. Joe crawled over me, and started kissing me knee, laughing. He was drunk, so I laughed it off. He slide his hands under my tee, pushing the fabric up, and kissing my stomach, and up to my chest, forcing my arms up, to completely remove my vest and shirt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and put my face in his neck. I drank in the smell of his Romance cologne and felt his stubble against my cheek. He sloppily kissed me, and slowly took off his jacket, throwing it across the foyer. I unbuttoned his shirt, and helped him out of it.

After a few awkward minutes of undressing my drunk boyfriend, and him trying to help me out of my pants, we were naked on the floor. He had almost all of his weight on me, and his hard muscular frame was not comfortable to try and support. I kep squirming and nudging at him to move. He laughed and rolled off me, onto his back. “Okay, blue eyes, come to Daddy.” We both laughed, and I straddled his abdomin, crouching over his chest, and kissing his lips. His rock hard dick kept rubbing against my ass cheeks, and I eventually felt the moistness of his precum, sliding across my smooth skin. I played with his chest hair while I kissed him. I playfully spread my thighs, and slid up and down his abs, feeling the softness of his trimmed body hair and pubes brush against my ass, and balls. He moaned how he wanted to be in me where it was warm, and I purrred in his ear how I wanted him there. I got up and walked to the bedside table to grab a bottle of lube, and I heard him grumbling about where I was going. I knew he wouldn’t eat me out tonight, so I lubed myself up, and resumed my position across him. He planted his hands on both of my hips, and slid me toward his throbbing dick.

I slowly ease myself over him, and he exhales loudly, with a groan of pleasure. I rock my ass up and down as I slide over him completely, teasing his dick with contractions inside. I begin to ride him slowly at first, then quicken my speed. His eyes are closed, and a smile is on his lips. “That feel good” he said softly. I keep riding him, when he gets a pinched look in his eyes as he grunts an “Ooh yeah” and I feel him unload inside of me…I keep riding, and quickly jack myself off, cumming across his abs and chest. His hands drop at his side, and his body goes limp. Not even his dick is twitching, and I lean forward, to hear his breathing. I slide myself off of his dick, letting it slap against my mess on his abs. I grab a blanket and pillows, and create a makeshift bed on the floor, propping his head up on, and nestling in the nook of his neck. I fall asleep quickly.

The next morning, I wake up alone on the floor, to the sounds and smells of Joe cooking. “Good morning babe” “Good morning…” “I guess I got you off last night huh? I found your mess on me” I laugh shyly and walk up behind him. He’s standing naked at the stove, with an apron around his waist. I rest my cheek against his strong back, and pull the sheet around us, my hands resting just above the apron line. I close my eyes and feel his movements. He turns to put eggwhites on two plates for us. I step aside and he leans over for a quick kiss. We sit down at the pub table, and I smile at him, while I stuff my face. He gets a serious look on his face, and asks “so what happened last night? I don’t know why you got jealous.” I glance out the window, a little ashamed. “See my tags around your neck? You’re by boy. Nothing will change that.” I smile and apologize. “I don’t know what came over me. I think it was just the way he came onto you right in front of me, like it wasn’t obvious I was with you.” Joe smiles, and his green eyes are lit up by the sunlight. “Well maybe my tags aren’t enough. Should we get rings?” I feel my face light up. “Okay, okay” he said with a laugh. He stands up and walks around the table, pulling me to him. I let the sheet fall, and stand up, falling into his embrace. He pulls me close and kisses my neck. I untie the apron backs, and let it fall “oops,” as I clasp my hands around his dick. He quickly gets hard, and moans in my ear. I pull back and walk toward the bed. “Damn baby,” as he follows close behind. I crawl into bed, and turn around, backing against the headboard, the cold leather immediately arousing my pores and nipples. Joe seductively crawls toward me, inching closer and close up my body, until he’s pressing his dick between my thighs, and raises his arms above my head, bracing against the top of the board. I can smell his musky odor from his furry pits, inches away from my face. He hunches over me, and. Bites at my neck. I pull my legs up, and his dick rests inbetween my cheeks. I start to open instinctively, as I move my ass up and down, sliding my hole over his shaft. He’s twitching in response, and moaning, while his lips press against mine. He is pushing out so much precum, I don’t need to lube up at all, and I firmly press against his dickhead. He responds, and slides inside of me. He moans lowly, and I can feel his voice vibrating against my lips. He starts rocking in and out of me. I pace with him, and we sync our movements. I hold on to his neck, and moan loudly, “ooh baby, work it in me…make thos babies Daddy…” He moans back, and picks up his speed, moving his arms under me, and pulling me closer to him. He’s thrusting deep inside and my legs are pulled up and to his sides. I feel a rush of passion, as he hits my spot over and over again. I whimper that he’s going to make me cum, and he pushes harder inside, pulling away, and looking into my eyes. We’re both quickly becoming moist with sweat, and I can barely keep my eyes opened and focuses on his. He exhales loudly and says “Baby I’m cumming, cum with me…” I let myself go, and feel my cum shooting directly toward my neck, as he grunts and writhes, his dick pulsing wildly inside me. I can actually feel his spurts of cum releasing into me, as I slowly dribble out the last of my load. He falls against me, his dick still twitching. I feel my cum spreading between our moist naked bodies. He’s still holding me, and I feel him shaking a little. Instinctively I wrap my legs tight around his waist, and my arms around his neck. We hold each other for a few minutes, and then he rolls to his side, pulling me on my side, facing him. He’s still inside me, and he makes his dick jump. I giggle, and feel mine jump in response. He shakes his head, “Boy what you do to me. I wanna be in you forever.” “I want you in me forever Joe.” He’s rocking softly, still rock hard inside. I feel tender on the inside, and freshly fertilized by his cum. A sense of belonging comes over me, and I lay my head against him. He’s caressing my stomach, and hip, and pinching softly at my ass.

We lay together for nearly an hour. His dick naturally retracts from me, and his cum dries on the outside. I still feel the swishing inside my ass, from the load he released. I crawl off the bed, and start a bath. I feel oozing down my leg, and quickly wipe it up. Joe laughs at me, and I wipe my hand across his face. We kiss, and embrace, and I pull him by the hand to the bathroom. I push him to the tub, and he slowly lowers himself into the lukewarm water. I get in after him, leaning against his body. The sun pours in from seemingly every direction in our aptartment, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to melt aginst the rhythm of his breathing…

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I’m clawing at the sheets, and muffling my moans, with my lips pressed against the inside of my arm. Joe’s tongue is penetrating me deep. His left hand is pulling at my left cheek, and his right hand is pulling at my balls. He’s slowly licking along the hole, and then pushing his tongue inside of me. I’m whimpering loudly, and he stops, and taps under my ass cheeks. I raise my ass up more, and I feel his hard shaft slide across my hole. I’m clenching and opening for him. He slowly slides his dick along my heavily lubricated ass. “Baby, come inside…please” He slaps my ass playfully, “You naughty boy, I know you want this dick.” I hump back, and push at his dick head, feeling it poke in for a moment. I can’t bare it. I move my head up for air, and. Purrr his name. He moans softly, as he pushes his dick in. “Oh Godddddd, fuck me Joe…” He pulls back, and slowly pushes in again. I feel him twitch a few times, making his dick jump against my prostate…”Mmmm baby, give it to me.” He gives me a few quick thrusts, tapping my prostate again and again, “Oh Godddd, you feel so good inside me Joe…” He hunches over me, rubbing his stubbley face against my shoulder blades, making me cringe, and moan. He kisses down my spine, and I feel him pull out. He straightens up, and pushes his dick in again. He rocks harder and a little faster, “You’re so big Joe, Goddd, I love you inside me.” He grunts and moans a little “Fuck baby, keep talkin like that, Daddy’s gonna blow.” “Give it to me Daddy, it’s all yours.” “Who’s ass is it?” “Yours Joe, it’s all yours baby…” “Oh Fuck, oh fuck, Godddd I’m gonna blow!” “Blow it baby, make it rain!” He pushes all the way inside, pressing hard against my prostate, and I feel a rush of arousal flood from inside me, as I cum handsfree while Joe fills me up inside. “Uuuhhh, yeahhh..Mmmm” He’s throbbing and pulsing vigorously inside of me, and I’m shaking on all fours, feeling pulse after pulse of cum shooting up against my stomach, from my bouncing dick.

I collapse on the sheets, burying my face in the pillows, feeling Joe collaps over me. He wraps his body around me, engulging me with his arms and legs. I feel him hold onto me, his dick still throbbing inside. His heavy breathing against my neck, and face. I pull my arms in, and spread my legs a little, allowing him to adjust comfortably in between my ass. He’s giving me little dick jumps inside, which tickle a little. I giggle, while he slides his hands up and down my sides. “Mmmm baby, I love being inside you.” “And I love you being inside me. I’m always yours Joe.” He moves slightly, and then moves up, and pulls out, sliding his still hard dick, in between my cheeks, I feel some wetness ooze onto me, “Marked my territory,” as he laughs and lays next to me. He’s rubbing my back, and looking into my eyes. It’s the night before my 24th birthday, and Joe has a party planned for me. This was exactly what I wanted though. I’m amazed by this man.

Joe washes me gently. I’ve noticed how he likes to take care of me. I stand under the warm stream of water, and I feel his hands, gently wiping a washcloth over my body. I turn around, as he slowly wipes my face, and then behind my ears. I lean close to him, while he washes the back of my neck. I study the scar at his collar bone, where he crashed his motorcycle when he was 18. I see the top of his Taurus tattoo behind his shoulder. I close my eyes as he washes down my back. I feel the softness of his wet body hair against my smooth skin. After the shower we towel off, and Joe wraps us in the oversized towel.

I’m standing in front of the full length mirror next to the closet doors. I’m wearing D&G velvet blazer and slim trousers, with Louboutin Daddy flats. I see Joe walk around the corner, and I catch my breath. He walks behind me, and kisses my neck. “Hey handsome” as I wink at his reflection. “Hey cutie, ready to go?” We wait for the Range, and Joe rubs my back. “When I was your age, I never would’ve thought I’d be in this place with you, at 34. You have made me a happy man.” “And you’ve made me a happy man, I love you.” His hand drops as the Range pulls up. Joe opens the door for me, and I get in.

The party is at a residence in Brooklyn. One of Joe’s friends, while he was in active duty, who knew. There were a couple people from his company, and eve a couple of the guys and girls I worked with. I was touched he had put so much effort into this! We had an adult themed pinata, and an actual Yankees bat to hit it with! (Side note, I’m in love with the Yankees, and I don’t even know anything about baseball. I just think they’re so great.) Joe introduced me to his assistant, whom I had never met. She was hot. Long blonde hair, blunt bangs, in Miss Sixty jeans, and Valentino chiffon blouse, with some killer Brian Atwood peeptoes. She air kisses me, and winks, “Joe is in love with you. Everyday he gives me the play by play of how your mornings are.” I blush slightly at the idea of Joe telling her about us fucking every morning, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. The night flies by, and I have so many cards, with vouchers, well wishes, and even a Yankee Stadium tour pass, with a note that reads “in case you ever decide to actually see a game, you’ll need to know where the locker room is!” I laugh out loud as I read. Joe got me a Louis Vuitton ipad case, and some Tom Ford sunglasses. I also open a card with a 3 page letter from Joe. I tear up reading the first line. “To the Love of my life, on your birthday…” I smile at him, and continue to read. I’m oblivious to the crowded sitting room, or the distance beat of a club mix of Nicki Minaj “Marilyn Monroe.” I read every word of every line, going through the ups and down we’ve experienced over the past 3 years, and how he’s so grateful for every opportunity with me.” The end of the letter has a contact card for a surrogate service. He hand wrote “whenever you like” on the back. I can’t stop the tears, and I hug him tightly. Everyone starts “awww”ing, and I laugh. “I’m such a crybaby.” Joe leans in “You’re my crybaby,” and I laugh and nod. The party flies by, and I get quite buzzed off of Appletinis and a shot of Grey Goose. Joe helps me to the Range, and I doze off, only to wake up in front of our building, I stumble out, and Joe quickly guides me through the lobby, to the elevator. My hands are all over him in the elevator, and my lips nibble at his chin and lower lip, biting at him playfully. He gives me a couple pecks, and grabs my shoulderss, turning to pin me in the corner of the elevator. I hear the ding of arrival, and the doors slide open. My hands are all over him on the way to our apartment, and I even manage to pull off his jacket. He opens the door, and drops the keys and our phones on the table by the door. He goes to put my gift bags in the closet, as I fling my jacket across the chair in the hall. I undo my trousers while I slide out of my Louboutins. My trousers fall down, revealing my contoured D&G bikinis with the center stitching down the back, which perfectly accent my ass cheeks. I pull my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. “Damn,” as I turn around, I see Joe standing in the closet doorway, white dresshirt unbuttoned halfway down, revealing the patch of chest hair between his pecs, and polkadot boxers, and his knee high dress socks. “I was going to put a show on for You, but seeing as you’re showing me up…” He walks out and puts his arms around me. I tilt my head back, letting his lips caress my neck and chin. My arms instinctively go around his neck, and he pushes me toward the bed, dragging my feet between his. He lowers me onto the bed, and passionately kisses me. I feel him hard against my quickly hardening dick. He slides his hands under the waistband of my briefs and slides them down. He pushes my thighs open, and his boxers down, nestling his hard dick under my balls, between my cheeks. I pull my legs up, and press my ass against his dick, as he moans loudly. He reaches for the bedside table, and grabs the lube. He erotically rubs it into my ass, and then I feel him moving around as he lubes himself up. I feel him slowly enter me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips stay on mine for almost the full 40 minutes of passionate sweet sex he has with me. Tonight is different that it’s been in a long time. I feel his soft movements, and the love in his eyes. He cums softly, and tenderly inside me. I can feel the throbbing of his dick, but the motions have meaning and passion. We fall asleep in each others arms, with him deep inside me.

The next morning I wake up, in Joe’s arms. He’s snoring softly, and hard as a rock. I study the curly pubic hair that surrounds his dick, the way it spreads to his thighs, and out towards his hips, tapering off at his tanline. The hair thins out above his naval, and leads to little light hairs under his pecs, and then a dark patch in between his pecs. He also has little patches of curly hairs around each dark nipple. I study the veins in his shaft, the way he starts with a rounded dick head, and a little bit of foreskin, that thickens down to the thick pubes. His balls are shaved, and I see little goosebumps. I slowly slide my hand over his shaft, and I feel him shift slightly and snort. I start to jerk him off, slowly, and he shifts lightly every few moments, but never stirrs to awaken. I feel his dick start to pulse harder, and pretty soon a fountain of cum is erupting out of his dick. It splashes against my face and I move quickly away, while I continue to jerk him off. The cum sprays all over the tails of his twisted up dresshirt, and up his abs, dripping cum all throughout his pubic hair and all over my hand. He’s still dribbling little amounts of cum out of his dick when he tilts his head up suddenly “What the fuuuuccc….oh Godddd baby…” He lays back down and starts humping my hand. After a couple more strokes he moans loudly and sends out a few more shots of cum, arching his back. They don’t shoot as high this time, but it’s still thick and white, pouring over my hand. I watch the whole time in amazement. “Baby I could’ve put that all in you,” as he rubs my stomach. “I wanted to see how much goes in. You make a lot of baby juice Joe.” He laughed and tousled my hair. “All that baby juice is for you.” I forget about his cum on my face, as he wipes at my cheeks with his hands. I smile and. Lean down to kiss him. “No. No, no. Not til after we clean up, silly.” He grabs my cum covered hand, and we head toward the bathroom. Joe’s dripping cum along the way, and I laugh to myself. The most perfect birthday, ever…

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I was in love with Scott from the first time I saw him. Tall, athletic, a real man’s man at work, always full of solid advice, always attired in a crisp dress shirt and a striped tie, with a sort of a post-military haircut, not too short, and blonde, I suppose a dirty blonde, sun-streaked. I knew that he had been in the military for awhile, and there was a ruggedness about him, but he had a kind face, and “handsome” would be an understatement.

Now, he was working with me. We were part of an engineering group. Scott had joined us just last month. His killer smile was disarming, and he had a heavy 5-o’clock shadow, especially on days like today when he seemed to have forgotten to shave, with long-ish sideburns blending into his blonde scruffiness in a way that made my tongue water. He had a happy-go-lucky air about him, and was younger than I was, maybe 37. I was a few years the other side of 40. The first time he rolled up his shirt sleeves and exposed his muscular, sinewy, and lusciously hairy arms, blonde, soft, tantalizing, I literally drooled all over myself. He was just gorgeous, and just exuded masculinity.

My work station was next to his, and he’d usually roll up his sleeves when working at his drafting table. I’d just stare. And sitting at an angle behind him, I’d stare not only at his hairy arms, but also at his trim waist and his utterly fine ass, the drape of his wool trousers outlining it perfectly on the stool where he perched.

“Jim, quit starin’ at my ass and get over here a second!” I heard him say, one day. I popped out of my chair and took a look at the mechanical drawing he wanted me to see. The “ass” comment was all in kidding, of course. We were always ribbing one another. As I examined his figures, I felt his hand on my shoulder as I leaned over the drafting table. He then pointed something out and his hairy wrist brushed against mine, causing a shiver to run through me. I almost gasped audibly as he slapped me on the back and thanked me for verifying his numbers.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight? I’m having a few people over for drinks to christen my new house. Why don’t you come?” I heard him say. “Quite a place! Overlooks the canyon!” He said. “About 7:00. Can you make it?”

“Of course,” I answered. “I’d love to come!” I responded with a little too much enthusiasm, but he just smiled an acknowledgment and slapped me on the back again before he left. I went home feeling like a schoolgirl who was just asked out on a date, even though he was just a colleague, one whom I was sure was straight as an arrow. And he was just excited about his new house. I had no idea who the other guests would be. People from the office, I suppose. It was a Friday afternoon, so I finished up early and dropped by the barber shop and spruced myself up a bit, and went home to shower and change.

Taking a good look at myself as I stepped from the shower, I felt pretty good about the image I saw. I had been workin’ out, and my arms were showing it. I noticed as I toweled myself dry that the sun had streaked my brown hair just a bit. I stroked my big cock a few times. It was 8 inches when erect, and all these thoughts of Scott had given it a little rise in the shower. I caressed the coarse stubble on my cheeks, deciding not to shave. And as I ran my fingers through the light dusting of chest hair which gathered more densely between my pecs, I said “Hello handsome” to the image in the mirror, and laughed as I realized how full of myself I was. I donned a pair of jeans and a brightly colored orange dress shirt, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned, just enough to expose a little chest hair. Oh vanity! And of course, I added a touch of cologne. Just enough.

Enough?! For what!? It’s not like I’m goin’ on some date! I’m just going to Scott’s house, for Pete’s sake! I slapped myself on the face and back to reality, took that last vain look in the mirror, grabbed my car keys, and was on my way. I found the place readily enough, up the canyon road. Looked like quite a house, sleek, modern, stucco and glass, and I wondered how he could afford it. I rang the bell. Scott answered the door, and my jaw dropped. There he stood, in the usual gray dress trousers but now wearing a tight-fitting, dark blue golf shirt squeezed around two vein-popping biceps, the musculature and hairiness of his forearms now fully on display, as were, to my utter delight, thick swirls of blonde chest hair billowing forth over the open collar of his shirt. First time I had seen him without a tie! Oh! The hairiness and muscles that suddenly framed his beautiful smile were overwhelming!

“Jim! Come on in!” he said, beaming. Scott grabbed my arm and guided me inside, showed me through a large room with a vaulted ceiling and stone fireplace, pointed to the incredible view of the valley below, and then walked me to the bar and offered me a drink. I just stared at the silky blonde hairiness of his gorgeous arms as he stirred my drink, the sinewy muscles of his wrists, the swirls of hair at the crooks of his elbows, and I continued to stare at his arms as he pointed to the patio outside flanking an elegant pool. “Come on outside. You remember Bob, don’t you?” he said as a member of the party walked up and shook my hand.

“Yes, I do. You’re with those geeky architects on the third floor, aren’t you, Bob?” He nodded, laughed, and said “Yes, good to see you again, but I’m afraid I can’t stay. I just dropped by for a minute to see Scott’s new house. Quite a place, isn’t it? But, I’ve gotta run and pick up a friend at the airport.” He winked at Scott, which was a bit unsettling because I happened to know that Bob was gay. And I was absolutely sure that Scott was not. Bob made a polite exit, and I asked Scott, “So, who else is coming?”

“Oh, well, it was just going to be a few friends, but Sally and Ted just called and cancelled. Baby-sitter issues, I guess. And Bob had to leave. So, I guess that means it’s just you and me, buddy. I thought we’d grill some steaks, maybe take a swim later.”

The sudden thought of seeing this man shirtless and wet was more than I could handle. I could feel my cock stiffening inside my jeans. “You mind if I have another drink?”

Scott just smiled compliantly and took my glass and his to fill them again. Then he called out . . . “How about joining me in a glass of red wine, instead? It’s the good stuff. I’ve just opened a bottle.”

I replied in the affirmative and decided to make myself at home. I kicked off my shoes, rolled up my jeans to my calf muscles and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling my feet in the water. It was a hot day, still, though the sun was setting. Scott returned, carrying two goblets of red wine and, deftly, also the bottle. “Good idea!” he said as he handed me the wine, kicked off his shoes, and started to sit down next to me.

Then he stopped. “Wait a minute, it’s just us guys, heck . . . .” Suddenly he unbuckled and unzipped, and was slipping off his expensive slacks, draping them over a chair, and then sitting down next to me in his light blue boxer underwear and hanging his feet into the water.

I could not believe what had just happened, and did my best not to stare. We sat at the corner of the pool, at an angle to one another, and he raised his glass and hollered out “I hereby christen this new house of mine! Hooray!” It was so cute. I laughed, and raised my glass as well. We both drank, and looked at one another. His free hand slapped my leg as he toasted. I would have done the same, but the blonde hairiness of his bare leg would have been too much for me. I could not have pulled my hand away. But, his own hand then pinched my leg playfully, and lingered there.

I looked at him. He looked right into my eyes, and, slowly, a bit tentatively, he began to caress my leg. We both nervously took a sip of wine. And then, in very military-like attack fashion, he just came right out with it, “You know, Jim, I wasn’t kidding today at the office. You WERE staring at my ass, weren’t you?”

I stammered, embarrassed, but before I could say anything, Scott smiled, put his finger to my lips, and then leaned over and kissed me on the lips, a long, sweet, tender kiss. As he pulled away, he gently brushed the locks of hair from my forehead and put his finger to my lips again as I started to speak. “Ssssshhhhh!” he uttered, and I just sat there, stunned, as his hand dropped to unbutton the next button on my shirt, then the next, and the next, fingering my chest hair before leaning over to kiss and lick my chest where the hair gathers densely under the musculature of my pecs, and then briefly to encircle one nipple with his lips.

I moaned, and stammered “I thought you were totally strai . . . .” But, he put his fingers to my lips again to quiet me, and then looked intently into my eyes for a moment before suddenly pulling his golf shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and sitting there shirtless, muscled, gloriously hairy and just in his underwear, next to me. I had never been this close to such an extraordinarily beautiful body in all my life. He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissed it sweetly, and then brought it to his hairy chest. I sighed, completely mesmerized, as I watched and felt my fingers lose themselves in the thick blonde curls of hair covering his hard muscular pecs. I took a sip of wine, more like a gulp, and lost myself in the moment, bending toward him and burying my face in that thick mass of blonde chest hair. Eventually he lifted my face to his and kissed me, again, and took my hand and placed it on his hard, hairy abs. I fingered his treasure trail up and down repeatedly as we kissed, repeatedly, and then noticed that his light blue boxers were the kind with the little snap enclosure at the top. I fingered it.

“Go ahead,” he whispered. I unsnapped, and pulled the cloth of his already tented boxers downward. He was incredible: stiff, throbbing, 8 or 9 inches, straight as an iron rod, quite thick, and engulfed in a profuse sea of crotch hair, thick, blonde, silky. Scott slid his boxers down and off, kicked them into the pool, and looked at me. Knowing full well that I had been staring at his ass every damned day, that I was caught at this very moment somewhere between deep love and obsessive worship, he brought his hairy muscular arm to my face and gently caressed my cheek, and then whispered “It’s OK, Jim,” upon which my feelings of lust and man-worship immediately caused me to lean down, and to lower my lips to his throbbing manhood, going down on him, my lips and tongue and scruffy face making love to his giant cock and balls as only a man in love can do. My right hand, of course, never left his hairy chest, unless it was momentarily to caress those beautiful hairy arms that I had lusted over for a month. Every touch, every curl, every thick swirl or silky strand, rendered me wholly incapable of rational thought. I was in a trance, exhilarating, blissful, as if I were uttering one long, unending and desperately passionate sigh.

Just as I was ever-so-gently running the soft tip of his hard cock against the unshaven stubble of my face, causing him to quiver, he stopped me, wanting it all to last. Scott unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and I slipped them off with my boxers right into the pool and let them float away. He stroked my big cock awhile, and then said, smiling, “You know, I really did know that you were staring at my ass.” I blushed. And, as we were still dry except for our legs, he stood up, with mischief in his eyes, right there on the cement steps of the pool, and turned around. His ass was level with my face. Oh my! I had never seen such a beautifully hairy ass in all my days! Covered all over in silky strands of golden blond hair gathering thickly and tantalizingly in his ass crack, almost as densely as did his chest hair between his muscular pecs, but more delicately, invitingly. Oh, slurp!

I couldn’t resist. I parted the soft globes of his hairy ass with my hands and lowered my scruffy face to his lusciously hairy ass crack. MMmmmmm! Up and down, from the hairy backs of his legs and the hairiness of his inner thighs, to the small tufts of hair beginning to waft up onto his lower back, and through the golden valley of thick blonde swirls of hair running the length of his hairy crack, I licked. My tongue probed, fighting through the swirls of hair to find Scott’s sweet manhole, encircling, and then penetrating. Scott moaned as my tongue entered him, and bent forward, spreading his legs a bit. I kept at it until he just couldn’t take it any more.

I stopped, and he looked at me as if he had never had such an experience. I gulped down a large swig of wine and, just as I set down my glass, he jumped into the pool and pulled me in with him. It was like boys playing, splashing each other in the warm water, dunking each other, each of us playfully grabbing for the other’s still throbbing cock under the water, each of us laughing, deliriously happy. Suddenly, Scott pulled me to him, embraced me in his strong hairy arms, his chest hair gorgeously wet and matted down across his hard pecs, our big cocks grinding into each other as we kissed. Then he said, “Bob thinks you are in love with me. Is that true?”

“Bob is an observant fellow,” I replied. “Yes, Scott, I am in love with you.” He smiled, and kissed me, this time long and hard, and then put his finger to my lips again as he said, “Those are all the words I need to hear.” Taking my hand, he led me up the steps and out of the pool. We dried one another off with towels from a pool-side cabinet, and it was glorious watching his thick blonde curls billow out from his beautiful pink skin as I rubbed him down. It had grown dark, but the lights were on, and we each carried our glasses of wine . . . and the bottle . . . into the house, and to Scott’s bedroom.

The eroticism of that first kiss suddenly renewed itself, like the feeling one has when walking into a strange, new men’s locker room as a visitor, or simply seeing a shirtless hairy hunk run by on the road. What a masculine room this was! Suddenly realizing where I was, I just put my arms around Scott and said “Oh Scott! This is like a dream. Make love to me. Please make love to me.” He smiled that glorious smile of his, and I could hear the strains of soft, romantic music drifting in from the other room as he pulled back the covers and laid me onto the sheets of his bed.

He stood there a moment, the moonlight streaming in through the window, just towering above me, tall, muscular, wonderfully hairy, stroking his cock a few times as he gazed down at me. He knew that his hairiness was a huge turn-on for me , and he purposely ran his fingers through his chest hair time and again as I looked up at him. I looked into his eyes and silently mouthed the words “Fuck me,” as if he didn’t have that in mind. But, I wanted him so much. He lowered his hairy body on top of me, held himself in a sort of push up position as I caressed his hairy arms, then lunged forward and brushed his thick chest hair across my face time and again. He whispered to me, “Jim, I’m big. This will hurt.” I smiled and shook my head “no” as if to say to him “It doesn’t matter.” He kissed me, deeply, passionately, nuzzling my scruffy cheeks with his own, as his fingers reached down and massaged my manhole to loosen me up. Then he placed himself between my legs, pushing them effortlessly onto his shoulders as he placed the tip of his huge cock at the opening to my quivering hole. He lubed thoroughly, and massaged my hole a bit more, telling me to relax. Somehow, I think I was so much in love and in such a deep trance that relaxing just wasn’t going to be a problem. And it wasn’t. He shoved his long, hard prick into my manhole with all the ease of a sweet kiss. And no, it wasn’t just fucking. He made love to me in the most gentle and loving way one can ever be penetrated. It was a blissful union, the man I loved so intensely and now suddenly inside of me, part of me, his strong hairy body hovering above me like a child’s toy above a crib. “I love you, Scott. I love you . . .” And as I said it for the third time, and reached up to caress his stubbled cheek in the midst of his hard, rhythmic pumping, he arched his back. I gently tugged on his thick chest hair, and felt the joy of his hot sweet man-cum spurting up into my ass, flooding it, stream after stream after stream. He seemed limitless. My own cum seemed to splatter simultaneously all over the both of us, and he collapsed his hairy body onto mine, gasping for breath, laughing, kissing. Wrapping his powerful, hairy arms around me we kissed again and again and again and again, and my one last utterance of “I love you” brought a response: “Well, Jim, it does take two, you know.” The power of the moment was palpable as he wrapped his strong, hairy arms around me. What is not remarkable at that moment is that I cried. Tears of utter happiness. I am such a soft touch, a masculine man with the sudden emotions of a schoolgirl. No, what I found to be so remarkable was Scott’s response. He cried, too, this rugged man, this strong, muscled, hairy-chested stud, dripping with testosterone and masculinity. He cried, too.

THIS IS BASED ON TRUE INCIDENT BUT I HAVE ADDED MANY SPICY THINGS ON TO IT.

I was really really happy to go to home, after all it was after 6 months. Train is yet to come so i went to the nearest bookstall and i picked up a magazine with a cover page of a hot gay couple posing for photo only wearing jeans, it was tempting, especially those muscles and partially opened mouth to feed each others tongue. It was a magazine with reputation but this particular issue was dealing with increasing gay marriage. i bought it, without knowing it will be my ticket to the three whole nights pleasure.

Announcement said the train will be in platform within 5 minutes. I prepared to board, but there was a little problem, my ticket was not confirmed it was “confirmation against cancellation”, so i will have chance to get a berth if anyone cancel it at the last moment, but i will be provided with a berth, which i have to share with someone, whose ticket is like mine, not confirmed. But i had hope that, since it is a three day journey i will get my confirmed berth.

The train came i hurriedly boarded and moved to my assigned seat. To my utter horror there was lady with a kid. i cursed myself…there is no way to adjust three person in a single berth for a long journey. But when they saw me approaching one gentleman, looks like her husband came from another side and said.”excuse me is this your seat….?”

” yeah its mine ” I said by keeping my luggage under the seat.

He said “actually i am with my family and one person from our side didnt get a confirmed seat, so one have to share berth with you.”

I cursed my self. i prepared to share it with someone but not with a lady and her kid, definitely i have to give up more space. Other wise two can leisurely sit on both end of a lower berth.

At the night The man came to our side and took the sleeping baby in his arms and walked to other end of compartment where he is having his berth. The lady followed him.

Minutes passed, i was alone so i picked the magazine out and started to read it. Before to that i pulled the curtain to make the berth more private, now no one can see what is going in there. 10 minutes passed, suddenly somebody startled me by pulling the curtains sidewise. It was a young man of around 20 or 22. When i looked at him i noticed that He was not at all looking at me… he was actually looking at the cover of the magazine which i was having on my hand widely opened to read. I suddenly closed it and said “yeah.. Yes,please…”

He couldnt get words first “…aaanh i…i…am…here to” Which maid me to smile. And that put him at ease. He took a deep breath and said ..” actually i will be sharing seat with you, it will be difficult for the little kid and my sister to share this berth, so i gave my berth to them.”

I was more than happy to share it with him. He was Good looking guy with Little bit curly hair and nice full lips. He wore a khakki three fourth and a tee. I think the kid has a good body but its not that of a man who work out regularly. I was measuring him bit by bit from top to bottom. I noticed his thighs, which was bit large compared to rest of his body. I even had a chance to take a good look at his ass when he made the blanket folded and placed near to one side of wall to make a support for him while sitting, since i have taken the pillow for myself. He had a full rounded ass, i was mesmerized to see it.

Suddenly he turned to my face even before i could take my eyes to somewhere. I bet that he sensed that i was looking at his bum. but to my surprise he never showed any sign of it.

When he settled down, i simply said ” its going to be a bad night, since none of us can sleep here properly”

as a response he looked at me at my eyes. Ohhh god i made a wrong comment here, i screamed inside my mind. But the kid smiled eventually and replied” yeah it seems”

Fifteen minutes passed. I was weighing my chances with this mind blowing young stud. When i look at his lips i had the urge to jump at him and eat out his luscious lips. His tee shirt was so sexy on him, it was simply made a second layer on his body, revealing the perfect chest and slightly protruded nipple at one side.

I was shaken to real life by his question “are you working?”

I replied ” yes”

“good…i hope soon i will be” He replied.

“Are you at college” I asked

“Yes…” He answered unhappily.

“My friends are employed, its only me that still in college” He muttered.

“Why so, U skipped a year???” I asked

“Actually i had an accident, and was in bed for quite time with broken ribs and hand” He said sadly.

“Oh really..??? That’s really bad” I replied

“Yeah the scar is still there” He said and the same time he pulled up his tees with right hand, revealing his well shaped stomach and to my pleasure one chest with a hot and sexy brownish nipple.

“Ohhh.. i took a deep breath…without knowing i stretched my arm to his chest but i stopped it before i touch him.

“aaah thats really bad looking one” i managed to say after gaining my composure. But when i looked up at him, he was looking deep into me and it seems he is studying my intentions, i felt so. That moment i started to think that whether he also want it, and was checking whether i am on to it or not. This gave me vibes. I sense precum at my tip. Ohhh god what a pleasure its going to be if it happens…I prayed in my mind.

We were sitting with folded legs and face to face at both the ends of the berth with curtains drowned for privacy. Suddenly he picked the magazine from my lap, and watched the front cover for a long good time, and stated to flip through the pages. But intermittently he was peeking at me to find i was watching his every moves. I thought if i want him the way i wanted, better i start to give him hints.

So i gathered my strength and slightly stretched my leg to him. I was sure of my movement, but he didnt pay a heed. So i stretched my leg a bit and touched his thigh. He was sitting by propping both of his legs as if to support the magazine. The touch made made him startle, but doesnt even looked at me nor he moved. So i was sure of it. i kept it like that for quite a long time. But with the train which was making the whole compartment to shake a bit all the time, made my toe to rub his thighs. I sensed his uncomfortably, he then, to my surprised changed his sitting by tilting himself to the glass window, ours was the berth parallel to window, which made him to sit on left side cheek of his buttocks. This made my feet perfectly inside his thighs and it was rubbing at the inside of his thighs. His sitting with his ass at clear line to me, the roundness of it and my toes rubbing his thighs gave me a sudden erection. My cock was twitching to be released. I used my hand to pull my cock into a comfortable position. Oh god it was oozing precum like water tap. All this made me miserable. I was ready to explode. I was ready for my next move, i had to move so fast otherwise i would have a heart attack because The kid was so sexy and i was so horny.

With effort i slid my feet downward to find my happy place. My toe touched somewhere. I moved it sideways, pretending its the trains movement. I knew he likes it but i was not ready to go that straight at him. My toes find it finally. My sideways movement blocked by a hard, full grown ridge. Ohhhhhh my god….the Kid was having full erection. i jumped inside my mind. I am going to feast on him, i bet that much. All these times he was pretending that he was reading my magazine, but the boy way enjoying me. I used my toe like a tool to measure his warm erected dick. Occasionally he was taking a deep breath, which said…..GO ON MAN I LIKE IT LIKE HELL. At one time he even closed his thighs so tight that my feet trapped inside it and pressed to his massive cock. Now i was sure that he is ready the way i wanted him and his dick.

I made calculation in my mind, soon we will be sleeping, both of us adjusting in a single berth. I made the positions in my mind to lay down which would give me full access to him.

Later that he put down his magazine and started to stretch out to sleep. I laid along him and pushed him with my body to make some space. He was not moving but enjoying my body pressed at him. So i used my fully erected dick at him. But this time it was not me who was pushing it was him, his juicy ass pressing hard at my dick and pressing me to the window side wall. My heart was pounding so hard with this, i pictured his round fleshy ass, “ohhhh god” i murmured at the memory of those full buttocks which i terribly wanted to pound so hard. He was not gonna stop, he changed pressing to rubbing my dick with his ass. Which was a bit difficult since we where laying, so he maid my dick to position in his ass crack and slightly moved up and down.

“….aaaaaaanh……” i exhaled…..

I was so turned on that. Now nothing was going to stop me. I rubbed my nose and face at his nape. The first touch of mine on him. He suddenly stopped doing everything. i then pulled his shirt up, and peeled it out. My fingers searched out that hard nipples and started to pinch and pull it, making him to moan. Both of us knew others are sleeping nearby so we kept noises to minimum. I slipped my other hand under him and pushed all the way out to reach his other nipple. I used my both hand at his nipples. This made him to convulse like a trapped animal. I hugged him and kept him so tight to me and to my dick.

I untied his threefourth and slid my hand inside his underwear, and grabbed his monster, i guessed it could be of 7 inch but a thick one. My hand wrapped around his dick made him cry, i started to move my hand up and down on it and giving him heaven with each stroke. He was losing all the strength and falling to my body and breathing heavily like a dog. I slid my hand further down to pull down his underwear to his knees. and again grabed at the dick. I was eagerly waiting to look at his dick and ass, so i put the lamp on shedding light on his marvelous naked body. Even though the curtains where down and all were asleep i dont bother if anyone see us, because i was damn horny and he was too.I looked up at his face, his eyes met with mine, the lust in his eyes gave him much sexier look. I closed on his face to rub his chin and my lips finally ended up on his. We kissed vigorously, eating each others tongue. His lips was so sweet and so full that i was not ready to break the kiss. But he broke the kiss And pulled me down on the bed, and tugged with my pants, i helped him. He peeled off the cloths from me. And grabbed my 8 inch with a wicked smile. He looked at me and said “Its big…” The first word since we started our sexual parade. I was touched and more aroused by his words. He started to fondle it, knowing every inch of it. His fingers were doing magic on my dick, pulling, pinching, squeezing, tilting….everything like that.

His fingers made me to moan and sigh continuously, that made him to laugh without sound. He used his other hand to press and pull the skin deep down on my dick, and started to lean.

“….Ohhhhhh God…Oh God…Ohhh Go….” I know whats coming…. i mourned in anticipation… The most luscious lips and warmth of his mouth is gonna engulf my dick. The first touch of his tongue made me jump out the roof….

“sssssssssss…..” I hissed like a snake.

He was now licking at it. Then with a sudden move he took all of it in his mouth. His nose touched on my belly. i cant believe it, all the 8 inches is inside his mouth…Ohh god…. the Kid got talent, I told myself. He was bobbing on it like a machine. His tongue was wrapped around my erected dick like a snake. He gave extra pressure on the cock head, especially under the cock head, where it is so sensitive. His hands were at my ball, rubbing it. He gave a pause and looked at me, knowing i am in heaven he did a funny thing, he bit at the tip to startle me. He smiled seeing my weird expression. I also smiled at him. My balls were sucked into his warm mouth two at a time and given a good oral massage to them by him

It gave me heaven like feeling. While he sucked my manhood he gave extra care at my balls and massaged it with his hands.

He pulled up to take a break and after a long time. When he was about to start suck my dick again , i pulled him closer to me and kissed like never before. Licked out every essence of my precum from his tongue and lips. Then i moved my tongue down through his chin to neck and to his nipples. I Sucked his nipples and chewed it roughly, leaving him to jump in my tight arms. But i held him so strong and restrict his every move from escaping from me. I sucked both the nipples one at at time and played the other with hand.

I pinned him on the bed and licked down to his naval and forced my tongue inside it making him twitching and twisting. His pubic hairs smelled very lusty and my search ended at his dick. His marvelous 7 inch and thick DICK. I smelled it and then licked the essence from the tip of it. He was rubbing my head in anticipation….I smirked at him and said “….its pay back time….”

“Yes yes….oh yes it is…” in between short breath he managed to say that much. I made a dash at his beefy 7 inch juicy cock, taking threefourth of it at my first suck. It filled my mouth, the dick was big in size. Instead of moving my tongue around it, i started to savour its taste. Oh god its like salty honey…mhhhhhh… i slightly wrapped my tongue around it….mhhh…he taste good too…I used my other hand to wrap around his balls, i rubbed it regularly to give him good erection. Then i started to move up and down at his gorgeous 7 inch manhood….. God i didnt know that cock can be this much tasty. The kid was mourning..breathing heavly….

I was going fast and fast on him, making him twisting under me….I put my three fingers inside his mouth to kill the sound and used other hand at his hole. When i touched his hole he jumped a bit making me to take all of it into my mouth…which made me to cough…But i regained my rytham. My finger penetrated his hole, i spit his man juice from my mouth to my fingers to lubricate it….My fingers made way into his hole….deeper and deeper…I cant wait to put my dick inside to explore it. Gradually i used two then three fingers on his hole….the three fingers was a bit for him….he grunted on it….But my tongue was doing magic on him…. The dick by that time was fully going inside into my wet warm mouth…. i took it like a hungry dog… I increased my pace and within minutes i could sense the vibration inside him… he made a final thrust into my mouth….and with an explosion he came into my mouth….three huge shots…first i gulped second and third i held in my mouth….again short spurts came out…. i drank half of what left in my mouth. Rest i moved around in my mouth with tongue.

I was not gonna stop… i continued to suck him….After all these he was collapsing…. breathing like he just completed the marathon…. i was now enjoying his semi hard dick…. that was cool…. I lay down next to him…..

Minutes passed.. His eyes where closed…breathing normally now… i looked at his naked body. He was marvelous. His sleepy cock was tempting for me… it looks delicious. It may be three inch but looked fatty. I put my hand on him.. he openned his eyes and said “thank you….” ……

“Ok” I replied.

“Now give me chance to say thank to you” I requested by looking deep in to his eyes… He knew what i meant because my other hand which found its way to his hole conveyed him the message.

He rolled over to his side. I made his one leg to prop up on window railing. I checked with my finger..yes the hole is wide open and wet… still i opened my back pack and take out the body cream. I used a good amount on my dick and at his hole.

Ohhh god here i am ready to fuck this shockingly good looking guy,… i looked at his round ass… i sensed my dick is dancing now… i started to stroke it… It made sound, so he looked back at me and winked…

I laid along him with my crotch at his ass…. my cock just touching his ass hole.

I sucked his ears and whispered ” boy, i am gonna fuck you”

“mhhh yes i know” he murmered back.

“You want it inside you?” I asked

“yeah..yes i want it inside me” He replied while breathing heavily.

“Its not gonna be smooth on you…feel it” i said while rubbing my nose at his ear and taking his hand to my already dancing dick.

He started to fondle it…”Yeah put it in…” He cried

“oh yeah..really… you want it that much boy????” I teased him

“yes i want it,,,now please FUCK me”…..he cried.

“now nothing can stop it…you asked for it…” I charged my self by peeling and throwing his hand from fondling my dick and started to rub my cock head up and down on his ass crack…

“aaaaannngh…” he sighed

With two finger i found his hole and slid into it… he put his hand on my buttocks, because he wanted my dick so deep inside that hole.

“No more teasing please…” he cried.

“Take it” i slid the cock head inside…

a short “aanh” came from his mouth… His body was rigid, waiting for my response…I took my dick back. Then he relaxed, i was not ready for enter straight away…i wanted to put him at ease.

Next i pushed with care the cock head and a bit of the shaft inside… i felt the warmth inside… his hole was squeezing me out…i pulled dick out and with one hand squeezed it inside again. Then i started to pound him smoothly but not taking all of it inside. All this time he was being passive, but started to involve in later. With one hand giving support to his head he used his next hand to pull my buttocks to him, that resulted in deep penetration of my dick into his ass.

I started deep fuck him… With every stroke i thrust all my 8 inch, upto the hilt, into his man hole. The hole was so tight at the start but start to loose a bit with time…I used my body weight to push him to the window and so as to get a maximum penetration…

He was mourning, grunting and crying in pleasure.

I know he was in heaven, i was in it already….my cock was throbing inside his tight and warm hole. Each and every thrust gave me wide sensations…like i am on top of clods… And the thought of his fat cock and juicy ass made my pace quicker.

I slid my hand to his soft dick. Feeling it made me more horny. I tugged it and squeezed it. My every moves was motivated by his sighs and reflexes.

I used my body weight to push deep inside and instead of pulling out i kept piling onto it….

“Is it the way you wanted it boy….?”

I teased him…

“yeahhhhhhhh……like that…” he cried.

I pulled out and started my fast pace. With my one hand on his soft, fatty delicious cock pulling and tugging at it and my erected dick plunging inside his hole going deeper and deeper with every stroke forced me to my climax. I pushed it inside with great force and shoot my load three times inside his hole,,,,deeep inside…

I collapsed on to him….

He slowly turned his side to me and wrapped me with his legs and with one hand caressed my softening cock. I wrapped my hand at him and slid down to his ass, squeezing it, found my fingers wet with my cum….He smiled at me

with two more days to go and a sexy boy to hav fun and fuck…. i loved the journey. A lot more happened after that. if you wanted me to post that….pleas REply me with your response [email protected]

ITS BASED ON MY REAL LIFE BUT I HAVE ADDED MUCH MUCH MORE SPICES TO IT FOR U.

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It was the water polo training after my 18th birthday. We had completed our training. Our coach and most of the other members had left. Jon told me that he wanted to do a bit of extra training and asked me to accompany him.

The school’s pool was booked by our affiliated school’s female swim team. They would have their training one-hour after ours. Three of our boys decided to stay awhile longer to check out the girls.

After half an hour of extra training, Jon and I were done. Jon climbed up the ladder and I followed behind. As I was about to climb out, Jon suddenly turned around, his palms on my shoulders, pushing me down, stopping me from coming out of the pool. Almost immediately my three other teammates were grabbing me and trying to pull down my swim trunks.

My nature reaction was to struggle, I kicked and yelled and held tightly to my trunks, with the other hand still on the railing. But it seemed like they were winning the battle, I felt my trunks sliding down my thighs and water splashing against my cock and balls.

Before I knew it, my trunks had slide past my knees and over my feet, the boys raced up to the poolside and pulled themselves out of the pool. I was left naked in the water.

It was the late afternoon, most of our schoolmates had gone home but there were a handful of people swimming in the pool. I felt embarrassed by my nakedness. When I saw my teammates walking away and yelled to them. But they pretended not to hear me.

Then one of my mates, Shaun turned back, “I hope the water will help you reflect why you didn’t invite any of us to your birthday party!”

But there was no party. None of them believed me. They agreed among themselves that I had to do a few tricks to show my apologies in order to earn back my blue pair of Arena trunks.

I had no choice but to oblige to their orders.

The other teammate, Peter ran to the lockers and returned with his camera. He was the vice-chairman of the school photography club and he suggested taking a few artistic shot of me.

I never considered myself as a model material. But the years spent in water pool did have effects on me. I was tanned and lean, with muscles on my arms and legs. My body was tonned with my abs showing. I considered my face average but I guessed it was the overall that earned me extra points for good looks.

“Come on pretty boy, show us what you got!” Peter joked.

I was told to stay by the side of the pool. Still in water, my hands rested on the edge. So the shot captured my face and strong arms.

Then I was told to lift myself a bit. The effect was similar but with a bit of my torso showing.

For my next shot, I was commanded to move away from the edge, my hands covering my crotch. My upper body was above the water. I felt very naked when the cold wind blew and my nipples stiffen.

I was told to look serious in one shot and was made to force a smile in the other. I felt so tortured inside. There were at least two other boys in the pool, both watching our actions.

Shaun wanted me to lift my hands in the air, which I strongly objected but I was reminded of my swimming trunks still with them.

We did a few more shots in water, some with arms folded at my chest, some with me trapping water in the deeper part of the pool, some with me leaping out the water.

I returned back to the edge. I laid on the edge of the pool, with my chest on the floor. My cock was in an awkward position but I could not adjust it. Because if I did, I would expose my dick for the boys to see, and I didn’t want that to happen.

Shaun suggested that they took individual shots with their poster boy. Shaun was the first to go. He squatted close to me and gave a big smile. If I was in his position I would smile too. Then he poked his finger into my ass and took another shoot.

Jon and Sam (the other guy) followed suit, both sticking their index finger into my hole. Jon even tried to rub my butt. Peter lay on top of me, pressing my dick against the floor. It was so painful. And the rest of the guys wanted to do a similar shot too.

By the time the forth person sat on my butt, my dick was hurting badly. Sam was the cutest among the rest. He had boyish features and a great lean muscular body. His bulge was also the biggest. When he pressed his package against my ass, my cock stiffened, which hurt even more.

They wanted me to do some stand up shot, which I strongly protest. Moreover my dick was already standing at erection. I didn’t want them to think that I was some fag. I pretended to retreat into the water. Peter was the one to remind me to hurry before the female swim team arrived and before I got into trouble with authority.

Sam, my sweet angel in trunks, squatted before me and encouraged me to get out of the water. He promised we would be done in a few more shots. I wanted to obey my angel but the sight of him made my cock rock hard. Sam was patting my head and told me to be an obedient boy.

I was trying my best to calm down my dick. I tried thinking of some disgusting stuff like eating maggots or worms crawling on my body.

When I got out of water, I immediately used my hands to cover my exposed genitals. All four of them laughed at me. We took group pictures together.

In the first few shots I was allowed to cover my genitals with my hands. Then the boys suggested covering my private parts with their hands. Shaun was squeezing my balls. When I scolded him, he just squeezed hard. Peter was pulling my foreskin down and touching the base of my rod. My cock jumped and stiffened and the boys laughed.

By now my cock was hard again. I took individual shots with the boys. With them pretending to hug me and their hands covering and touching my jewels. I was extremely embarrassed. But I did enjoy when Sam placed his warm hands on my hard rod and his body pressing against mine with his crotch against my ass. I was in heaven for a moment.

We took group shot with my naked butt towards the camera. And the final was with me doing a full frontal nude. By then I was already immune to my humiliation.

I stomped into the locker room naked. I didn’t bother about my trunks or the couple of other boys staring at me as I walked past.

Sam snatched the trunk from Shaun and ran after me apologizing. The rest of the boys rested by the pool reflecting if they had taken this a bit too far.

I managed to reach the locker rooms before came Sam running in and panting. He went behind me and hugged me. His arms wrapped around my waist. He said he was sorry. He didn’t mean for things to turn out like this. I removed his hands and told him to put himself in my situation. He apologized, hugging me again. Then his hands moved to touch my erected cock. He pulled down my foreskin and rubbed the bottom of my shaft. His other hand fondled my nipple, slowly caressing me.

I didn’t not move, I didn’t not reject his touching. I felt his bulge growing too, as he pressed closer to my ass.

“How can I make up for it?” Sam smiled and teased me.

He turned me around and planted a kiss on my forehead then on my lips. He took my hands and led me into the shower cubicle.

He soaped me, paying extra attention to my nipples and genitals. He pressed me against the wall and kissed me, I could taste his saliva. The warm water was raining down on us. His hands gently massaging my body; my nipples hardened by his touch, my dick longing for release…

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