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  • Clash of the Titans: Double Trouble

    Tyson shivered as Ryan’s huge hands cupped his and Logan’s crotches, the superhero underwear sqwelched as they were lightly squeezed, precum oozed out onto Ryan’s palms. Tyson moaned in unison with his twin, their lean–Tyson swimmer’s/ Logan soccer-player’s build–bodies tensed at the touch. The twin’s locked their blue eyes with the juggernaut of a jock’s brown ones, he smiled at them and they in turn smiled at him while subtly humping his palms. As they ground their crotches into Ryan’s palms, the twins let their eyes wander, taking in the sight of this impressive Alpha male. Ryan stood 6’5” and weighed some where around 240lbs–all hard and chiseled muscle. He had tan skin, coated in a slick sheen of sweat from…his earlier ejec, with a light dusting of body hair on his broad chest, and a thick brown happy trail snaked down to a bountiful bush on his crotch. Nestled in the jungle of pubes sat Ryan’s 6” behemoth–his dick was nearly as wide as one of his fist.

    Ryan took his fingers and began to gently rub both boys balls, Tyson winced as it tickled but Logan was nearly purring–stay as still as possible, not wanting to miss a single sensation. The twins looked back into Ryan’s face. He was handsome by all standards: His model worthy looks, his college-boy scruffy chin strap framing his features, his short crop brown hair, and his sweet chocolate brown eyes….

    “You alright Tyson? You know your drooling right…” Ryan chuckled as he withdrew his hands from both boys. Tyson blushed and hide his eyes behind his white-blonde locks. Logan nuzzled his face into Ty’s, his jet black hair meshed with Ty’s.

    “Tyson ‘s just embarrassed cause he wants you inside him!” grinned Logan as he poked Tyson’s hole. Tyson flinched, turned reder, and then punched Logan in the chest. Logan staggered a bit but laughed. “You can’t fool me bro, we’re two parts of the same coin, I can feel it.” Tyson glared at him.

    “I’m not getting fucked with out a fight!” Tyson growled as he crouched low “And I know you feel the same, look at yourself, you got precum pouring down your leg.” Logan looked down, it was true, several pre-streams were running do his legs and seeping into the blue half of the ying-yang comforter. Logan blushed and looked up to come back with a snappy retort when he was tackled to the bed. Tyson was on top on him, nibbling at his earlobe while slowly pulling off Logan’s Batman undies. Tyson knew this was one of Logan’s weak points and would distract him enough to enable Tyson to get his undies off. Apparently Tyson thought this too loudly, for Logan was kicking and thrashing about–trying to throw his twin off him. The two struggled for a bit, but Tyson manage to restrain Logan by spreading his legs so he couldn’t kick and pinned his arms. Ty smiled with glee as he nipped a trail down to Logan’s nipples, but before he could tease them he felt a tightness in his pants. Tyson was hoisted up into the air by his underwear, the fabric biting nastily into his soft-snow-white skin, the pressure too much to bare on his balls/dick. Ty whimpered while Logan laughed, sitting up and smiling at Ryan who was holding his brother hostage. Tyson heard Ryan chuckle and then the world went swirly as he was thrown across the bed. Tyson bounce once and tried to sit up, when two pairs of hands began to tickle him from head to foot. Ty let out a shriek of giggles as he thrashed about, desperate to escape their digits. His body tingled, his dick strained against his Spider-man undies, his eyes were brimming up with tears. His pale skin was turning pink and it was getting harder and harder to draw breath.

    “Stop, St…SToppp!” Ty cried and he tried to kick, slap and punch his tortures. Finally the fingers stopped and Ty was left, laying on his back panting. Little spots danced across his vision as he gulped down air. Thick fingers began to rub goo into his hole, Ty stiffened as the entered, but he didn’t have the energy to fight them. Then Logan straddled his abs while pulling off Ty’s Spider-mans, he turned to face his brother and smiled.

    “Ryan wants to play rough, and I know how you get when it comes to…not getting your way so…” said Logan matter-of-factly as he stuffed the precumed soaked underwear into Tyson’s mouth. Tyson gagged, it tasted nasty, and it was so drenched that precum actually trickled down his throat. Ty tired to spit it out.

    “Do that and I get to shove my dick down your throat.” Logan said grinning as he turned to Ryan and nodded. A massive hand grabbed Ty’s dick, his 9 inch hardening at the touch, and then pain arched through him as he was dragged to the end of the bed. Ty whimpered, he looked up at Ryan, who only smiled cruelly. He flipped Ty over onto his belly and spread his legs. Tyson tried to sit up but Ryan held his head down with one hand. The giant lined up and then thrust hard into Ty’s hole, Ty screamed as the thick dick head penetrated him. Ryan pushed and Ty stiffened. (It hurts, it hurts…) Ty winced as he fought back tears. Ryan pushed deeper, Ty felt like a hot metal rod was forcing its way inside him. He bit down hard on his gag, sucking in air through his nose as his insides were filled. Finally Tyson’s but was nestled in the soft bush of pubes at Ryan’s thick base, Ty relaxed. Then Ryan grabbed a fist full of blonde hair and yanked Ty’s head back, his lips to the boy’s ear he whispered: “Pay back for holding out on me boy, for all this week waking up coated in teen cum. My sister’s gone for a month and I’ma make sure by the time she gets back, you and i’ll have fucked as many times as the two of you have.” Tyson went pale at this promise, he and his girl friend were sex fiends. If Ryan was gonna keep that promise to the letter, he might not be able to walk for a while. This though was ever enforce as Ryan’s dick pulsed inside him.

    “Im going H.A.M!” Ryan roared with a smile and then began to plow Tyson hard, fast, and deep. Tyson was a hodgepodge of emotions: pain, pleasure, horny, lust. He kept cycling through one after another with each thrust from Ryan. A massive hand slithered under Ty’s chest, pinched a nipple and then clamped down on Ty’s shoulder. Pulling him into each thrust, allowing Ryan’s dick to plunge deeper. Precum poured from Ryan’s dick, slicking Tyson’s hole while beneath Ty’s oozed it all over the place. Ty moaned through his gag, Ryan grunted. Then, out of nowhere, Ryan shoved Ty. His dick slipped out of the boy, and Ty fell forward onto his face. Ty was shacking as he tried to rise and look back at Ryan when he felt another head poking at his back door. (NO!) Ty’s eyes widened, but it was too late. The 9 inch rod plunged deep into his guts, Logan giggled in his ear, “look it bro, we whole again, one body!” as he began to swiftly fuck his twin. Tyson’s brain split, the sensation was too strange. As Logan plunged in and out of him, his brain kept registering the dick as his own. Add to the fact that he could almost feel what his brother was feeling it was like he was fucking himself getting fucked by himself?! Tyson felt like he was short circuiting. Logan sank deep into him, his dick digging a deeper path that had ever been dug in Ty–sure his hole wasn’t stretched to the limit like with Ryan, but it was a damn near match and the full feeling went on for longer. As he was being fucked, Ty kept feeling phantom pangs on his own dick–as if it was inside him as well. He moaned all the more through his gag, drool spilling out over it as he felt his mind real in confusion and pleasure. Tyson clutched his arms to his chest as his twin battered his bubble butt. a pool of precum had not spread out past his hips, soaking the ying-yang blanket. Then a strong hand came into view and stuck two thick fingers in his mouth, pull the gag out mercifully. Tyson flexed his jaw in relief until he noticed Ryan’s thick ass dick stuck in his face. Hornier than beyond measure, Tyson craned his neck and licked at the log-like dick before him. It tasted of sweat and semen–thank-fully Ryan had whipped off his knob before feeding it to Ty. Ryan placed his massive palms on either sides of Ty’s face and then shoved his dick down the boy’s throat, he gagged and could barely breathe.

    “Don’t try giving me any pity-pouting looks, u do this shit to me all the time, pay backs a bitch huh boy!” growled Ryan and he delved ever deeper down Ty’s throat. (Now I know how a snake feels) Thought Ty and he tried to swallow the massive thing. Ryan fuck his face hard, he had barely time to gasp down oxygen before that bulldozer of a cock stuffed his mouth. Again and again, while Logan hammered away at his ass.

    Ryan tensed, gripping Ty’s head in a vice like grip, he went rigid and then roared. Hot thick cream blasted down Tyson’s throat, some going down the wrong pipe. Ty choked and cough but Ryan only shot more loads, thick ropes of cum that Ty could swear he felt hitting the inside of his stomach.

    Ryan’s roar seem to have trigger Logan too, for he started to quake, Tyson– almost sycophantically– quaked in time with his brother. The both exploded at the same time, shooting rope after rope of cum–Logan in Ty’s ass, Ty all over himself, the sheets and Ryan’s thighs.

    Logan went limp on top of his brother, who was still shaking very badly and retching up globs of Ryan’s cum onto the bed. Ryan patted Ty on the back. Logan cackled, pulled out, and laid back–admiring the waterfall of cum draining out of Ty’s ass– his hole twitching wildly.

    “You alright there bro?” Logan panted as he gently stroked Ty’s leg. No he was not fine. He was a typhoon of sensations, his dick was throbbing, his hole was sore, this throat was coated in cum and his muscles screamed. Tyson went limp, Ryan reached out and caught him. He rolled him over.

    “I think we wore him out…” Ryan said, a little worried, for Ty was trembling in his arms. A faint smile touched Ty’s lips but he couldn’t muster words, so he lay cradled in Ryan’s arms as Logan– giddy–played with the various pools of cum all over the bed.

    10 minutes later Tyson was laying on his favorite sport–ontop of Ryan–while Logan nestled his head on Ryan boulder like shoulder. Ryan was calm, slowly stroking each boy’s back in a soothing–almost hypnotic pattern. All three were coated in drying cum and sweat. The smell of the room, pungent. The look of the room: 50% a hot mess, 50% strangely clean. The boys were starting to doze when they heard the distinct sound of heavy foot falls climbing the stairs….

    They all sat up, eyes wide with panic, and leaped into “Dont get caught mode”

    To be continued……………….


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  • Under Dawgs

    Two burly arms tightened around my chest, stapling my limbs to my sides. I was angry, pissed, standing there at the top of the ramp mean-mugging and shouting back. I was being restrained, denied from running back into the ring. Denied to pull out a keg of whup-ass on The Invaders, standing center stage, getting booed by forty thousand screaming fans that obviously saw what the dumb-ass referee didn’t.

    “C’mon, Kush, let it go man.” Drake said holding me back.

    “Naw, man, they cheated. Everybody knows it. Punks!”

    No matter who you are, everyone seems to have an opinion whether or not professional wrestling is fake. The truth of the matter is that people on both sides of that argument are absolutely correct. Those superstars, those that have reached the top of that mountain in licensing deals with their names and images on everything pretty much just have to show their faces, do some moves that look pretty spectacular for the camera just before they are spit out into the abyss. Much like anybody else however—before any of them got to be known as the stars that they are they started out like us—scrappers. Gladly jocking for position cuts and all, in this dog eat dog world of wrestling fame and entertainment. Because the more the audience sees us, the more they love us or hate us, and the more they hunger for us, one way or another.

    Drake and I was just there, right at the cusp of stardom when it was snatched away by The Invaders, a tag team crew that were on their way out of the limelight.

    “Forget them! Let’s get out of here.” Drake said pulling me back.

    I was so consumed with venom and rage that time just seemed to pass by in one big blur. One minute we were in the back changing clothes. The next we were out to dinner followed by a trip out to a local club with fans. By the time we made it back to the motel, I was dead tired, ready to hit the sheets. My tag team partner Drake, on the other hand, was in the shower ready to go back when I heard a pound at the door.

    As I made my way over to it, catching a glimpse of my shirtless ripped body in the mirror, I had a good idea of who it could be. I tried not to give it too much attention knowing that it could have very well have been an associate manager making sure everyone was in for the night.

    “I know you’re corny ass as didn’t just roll up over here.” I said to the two men with broad shoulders and wife beaters on barely covering their chiseled chest.

    “Eh, a bet’s a bet, Kush,” MoneyMan, one half of The Invaders team, said, devilishly showing his pearly white teeth as he cupped the hefty hunk of meat stirring in his pants.

    “Bet my ass. The two of you didn’t play fair.”

    “Who said anything about playing fair, Lil’ Man? I play to win…by all means necessary.” His tag team partner, Pushaman said, stroking my clean-shaven face, making his way into the motel room.

    I slapped his hand away.

    I tried intimidating the two of them back onto the other side of the doorway, but they stopped short of getting back to the threshold.

    Even though I was highly respected as a professional athlete and good at holding my own, I was still a bit sensitive about my short stature, which I well compensated for in my very manly muscles-out build.

    “Whoady, Kush, I was just fucking with you! I didn’t mean any harm. I just came over to claim my prize.”

    His prize, I thought. How did it get to here? Pretty much, it began with the four of us having one thing in common—we were the only four buff big black men in the white-dominated sport of wrestling entertainment. It wasn’t like it was us against them, or that we had any sort of beef with the other wrestlers. For the most part, they were cool to the point that they were just a blast to hang out with. But as it usually goes, like attracts like and we were very much in like with each other, becoming very good friends. And it didn’t hurt either that they had jumped many of the hurdles for us, so we could be even be considered to join the organization much less being put on the road to superstardom.

    One night after we ended up getting into a match (being that we were the token blacks, which happened quite often), my man Drake decided that his career could sail to the moon if he didn’t have a tag team partner. So we have our little spat, getting ready to throw down when The Invaders stepped in and separated us for the night. Drake went off with MoneyMan, and I stayed behind with Pushaman.

    Even though Drake and I continued to get along in the ring, winning most of our matches, we stopped being as tight outside of the ring as we once were, as we were still keeping our new sleeping arrangement as stated earlier. I didn’t mind. Pushaman turned out to be a good hanging out buddy than I first thought. We had a fixation for pretty much the same things, and cracking on each other about our weird and sometimes bizarre dislikes.

    We were all happy-go-lucky one night when Drake and I won a match against the makeshift tag team duo of Cowboy and Big Samoa and The Invaders won a match between two wrestlers by the name of Ether and Granite. Because we knew that we were heading out super early to catch a flight to Glasgow, our routine to check out the local scene were put on hold for a stack of cards and a six-pack of vodka shooters.

    Everything was going good until my middle lower back started giving me the blues. I had to lie down. It wasn’t until after I done so that I thought about grabbing a bottle of ligament to rub to solve the problem. Being a good friend, I thought, Pushaman reached over and grabbed the bottle and started massaging my back with those wonder-touch hands of his. His gentle massage went from that to something a bit more sensual. Spine-tingling and dick-hardening. I tried not to let him know what was going on between me and the mattress beneath me. However, one simple smile of the eyes had him laughing and grinning as if he already had me. His hands started going lower and lower down my back, and then without notice his band just slapped my bare ass like it was nothing.

    I always thought Pushaman was sexy as fuck with his shiny, shaven bald head and a sexy chin badger that made his big lips even more pronounced without the distractions of a moustache. I had a feeling that he messed around, but was too focused on my career to go there with him; one false move and its over. He was looking good, though, and I was feeling it. The motherfucker could’ve gotten it to if he didn’t start in on that “Lil’ Man” shit.

    In the other motel room, Drake was starting trouble with MoneyMan, telling him that he didn’t need any of this tag team shit. He decided to prove it by brawling with him. The fight ended in a draw, but it was enough to drive a wedge into our friendship with them. When we fought in the ring, we fought. Many of which we won. We were doing such a good job of annihilating them in the ring that everybody was certain that they were on their way out. This meant that we were about to enjoy the good life, riding on our names product endorsements and more. For The Invaders, however, it was beginning to look like the end of their careers, at least as a tag team duo. As their popularity declined they often reached across the table with truces that were short-lived, but showed that as the only blacks in the league weren’t at each other’s throats.

    In our last attempt to squash our beef, we made a friendly wager. Since Pushaman was so fond of grabbing ass in and out of the ring, and MoneyMan the same with low blows, I thought surely Pushaman wouldn’t mind breaking his own “bread” for some sweet swinging dick of mine. Surely, with the track record Drake and I had, we thought we were invincible. We would’ve still been if it hadn’t been for that lame MoneyMan taking steel chair to my back so that Pushaman and his pecker could pin me down for the count.

    “Your prize?” I barked. “You’re lucky I don’t grab a steel chair over there and come across you head like your boy came across my back.”

    “All is fair in ass and war, man.” MoneyMan smirked.

    MoneyMan wasn’t bad looking either. He held his own quite well with his cornrows and razor-thin beard; and he had these beautifully slanted eyes, giving the appearances that at least one of his parents hailed from somewhere over there in Asia somewhere. The thing was, though he was fairly good-looking like his boy, it was his swagger that stood out above anything else.

    “I don’t know what y’all think is about to go down, but it ain’t about to go down like that!”

    Before I could finish my sentence, MoneyMan hoisted me up off the ground. I swore up and down with my crotch in his face that he was going to pile-drive my aching body onto the nearby bed, if not the hard floor. I was anxious, suspend in midair with my kneecaps over his broad muscled shoulders, somehow someway, waiting on his next move. There were other moves I could have made. But with everything having a sharp edge to them, I decided that my best course of action was just to react to any act he did. Damning the consequences of hard edges or not. What I was not expecting was for him to try and nuzzle my dick awake.

    “What the hell?” Drake asked coming out of the shower.

    “My boy, Moneyman, likes to play with his toys for awhile before he breaks them in.” Pushaman said.

    “He ain’t breaking in shit.” I yelled, balancing myself against the ceiling

    “By the time I get my tongue up your ass, not only will I be breaking it in you’ll be wanting it broken in!” MoneyMan said definitely looking up into my eyes.

    He put his face back into my denim-covered crotch, kissing and nudging it hard, trying to get a stir out of me. We both sort knew if he did half the battle would’ve already been won. But, even though, my jeans the worthless fuck was feeling good. So good in fact that by the time I came up for air, Pushaman and Drake were deadlock trying to wrestle the other into submission, grunting and groaning talking smack to one another. I was so caught up in them, the next thing I know I’m being body-slammed onto the cheap bouncy bed.

    I tried rising up but my shoulder blades locked, frozen solid, and my arms were fanned out couldn’t bend or do anything. There I was one of the best in the business, couldn’t even get up off my back as this motherfucker started rubbing his index fingers in between my sweat, hair-filled crack left exposed by my jockstrap.

    His touch did nothing for me. But my dick betrayed me just the same with Pushaman on top of Drake looked very hot, forced yet intended.

    “I knew your ass was easy.” MoneyMan said moving my codpiece below my balls.

    “Fuck you.”

    “I plan to.”

    This was sort of fucked up, if I thought about it too much. In the ring, Drake and I were the ones that whipped ass and now we were about to have our asses served on a silver platter to us.

    I try not to put my focus on what I can’t do, as I look on at Drake figuring that if he could get out his hold, he could help get out of mine. I looked on, praying that though his tight scrunched-up face that he had some sort of trick up his sleeve.

    “C’mon, fuck,” I mumbled, thinking that he had to do something.

    “Shit, I give.” Drake said in cowardice.

    “What?” Pushaman asked putting him to the screws.

    “I give, folk.”

    Noooo!

    “I give, folk! I give!” Drake cried.

    “He gives, folk.” MoneyMan mocked looking at me, and then turning his attention to his tag team partner. “Hey, Push, come over here. Don’t you think Lil’ Man got some pretty-ass lips.”

    Pushaman nodded, standing above me. “He got those pretty pink pipe-smoking lips.”

    “He probably got a sweet throat. Why don’t you check it out for me?”

    I shook my head, thinking that Drake might get at them while their backs were turned.

    “Man, you better gon’ with that shit.”

    Pushaman looked me dead in the eye and started stroking his mean meat in the same bravado his partner had earlier.

    “I ain’t playing.” I said taking my last stand.

    “It don’t look to me like your pretty ass got much of a choice, Lil’ Man. But don’t worry we’ll take good care of it for you.” MoneyMan said, taking my jeans off far beyond my steel-toe boots.

    Pushaman shucked off his pants exposing a buttery toasted-color dick while I tried to kick MoneyMan away. I thought I was successful at it. Then Pushaman with his soft, smelling dick straddled my face and obstructed my view, giving MoneyMan the advantage of grabbing my legs and making his way between them.

    I was no punk, though. With Pushaman kneeing my arms, he rubbed the tip of his scummy dick across my lips, begging me to take it. I fought hard, turning my head every which way believing that Drake was going to come through.

    “Oh, no,” I groaned at the invasion of a warm wet tongue snaking up my crack to my hole.

    My mouth betrayed just enough for Pushaman to work his dick in my mouth, as he warned me to watch my teeth. My legs sold out, spreading as far as they could give MoneyMan a full access to bury his face up in there.

    He and his tongue was feeling so good that I wasn’t even aware that he was fucking my mouth like it was some good pussy until I felt that I was about to choke on that thick meatpole. Adding to the claustrophobic factor of his hard eight-pack looking like a brick wall in front of my face. I seemed to go in and out of conscious into subconscious with every flick of his tongue in my hole, causing me licking around every salty inch of flesh in my mouth.

    “Ah, man,” Pushaman’s voice vibrated through me. “That’s what I’m talking about! Lil’ Man can deep throat!”

    Pushaman was jabbing it in and out of me, and MoneyMan ate me out like he was dining for his last supper. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I was about to explode. I guess Pushaman beat me to the punch because I felt his dick swell in my mouth, followed by grunting and warm spurts hitting the back of my throat.

    “Sorry about that, folk.” Pushaman said.

    He was looking me dead in my eyes, taking his half hard dick out of my mouth. “That shit was feeling too good to hold back. I tried though.”

    Fuck you!

    My throat was clogged with his seeds to say anything. And even if I could, I don’t think it would’ve been towards him. I had plenty of suppressed screams that need to be let out from the tongue-lashing I was getting across my butthole. Pushaman stayed on top of me, keeping his eyes on me, and slowly climbed off, looking for Drake to “swab the deck,” which was code for him to use his mouth to clean up his slimy mess.

    I looked on in disbelief. I knew that I had to do what I did because I was stuck. Drake had the freedom to bounce while the two of them were on me. Instead he stuck around to be the cleanup boy. As this was going on, Moneyman had my knees pinned the sides of my chest, had cracked open my buns like he was breaking bread, trying to tongue fuck me. But the problem was that even thought he could get me open like he wanted to, MoneyMan didn’t have access to my hole like he wanted to. With both my arm and legs locked, MoneyMan had me face down on the mattress, having at it.

    I was trying to hold in this pleasure that was running through my body, up my spine, trying its best to escape through my lips. I kept quite as much as I could not letting on that he was doing an excellent job turning me out, rising, though, ever so often to tuck my pulsating dick under my body.

    “You’re just going to town with it, aintcha?” Pushaman said, out of the corner of my eye, still between the beds with Drake on his knees, eyeing the action.

    My best to try to hold it all in came out in one big sob, a few minutes later, only stopping short of telling him to fuck me.

    MoneyMan got off on this, somehow eating me out with some sort of renewed enthusiasm. It didn’t stop there either, as I also noted that Pushaman was slowly getting harder and showing inches growing out of Drake’s mouth. Wordless, he pulled out and disappeared behind MoneyMan.

    A few moments later, MoneyMan pulled his mouth off my asshole, and raised me up on my knees. The next thing I know, I’m pretty much forced to get on my hands as somebody got between my legs and started sucking my dick. This wavy of euphoria was short-lived when I felt something thick and hard slide against my hole.

    It was not a tongue, not this time.

    I wanted to say something, bound to, but I was still riding that wave of ecstasy from earlier. It had me trembling along with whoever had my dick in their mouth. I quickly learned that it was Pushaman, after he pulled off to tell Drake to get over there and get back to work on his dick.

    My heart began beating through my chest as I remembered the thing bumping at my backdoor. I guess I was more scared than I thought with a whimpered seeping through my lips.

    “Don’t worry partna, I got a rubber on it.” MoneyMan assured me.

    It was good to know, but it wasn’t my immediate concern as he shoved this enormously long jellied thing into me, digging into the flesh around my waist along the way. He had me. He began mounting me like a wild hound to a tamed bitch, going up in me with unforgiving force. I should have been in all-out agony. My body was split between pure pleasure and pure pain, or rather it couldn’t tell the difference between the two. He was stretching my hole with squeaky impossible wide strokes and knocking against my prostate with every passing lunge.

    These feelings were complicated even more when the man beneath me started tweaking my tits. I wasn’t sure if I was going to bust a nutt out of my ass or my dick. I felt like I was going to loose it at any given minute, knowing that my only saving grace was to get MoneyMan to bust one first. I tried squeezing my ass muscles and grinding back against him, hoping that I was helping him along the way.

    “Oh, fuck!” MoneyMan gasped.

    I could feel it. He was close. Screaming and cussing and telling me how good it felt. I can’t agree more, shuddering through this whole ordeal to the point I was burying my head into the pillow.

    My bending over even further like that must have done the trick because he was soon bracing himself against me.

    “Whoh, that’s some good ass.” MoneyMan panted getting his last couple of bucks in.

    “Oh, no.” I cried out.

    My body took note that I was no longer getting fuck and just sputtered a hot nutt into the awaiting mouth beneath me.

    I collapsed from exhaustion, not caring one way or another how Pushaman was going to get out from underneath me. MoneyMan slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, snatched off the condom and poured his package onto my cheeks.

    The room pretty much went silent after that, except for the constant slurping that Drake did that filled the room before Pushaman muffled his screams in my crotch while he came.

    Truth is, while that was a memorable night. We never were the same after that. Anytime either of us stepped in the ring there was always a hard dick pressing against another for the count. Even when the four of us ventured into solo careers, it seemed that it went from bad to worst. Sometimes forgetting through our elaborate moves in the rings that we were amongst tens of thousands of people watching, a fact that was almost forgotten when were face to face, skin slapping against skin.

    I had to give it all up, thought. It became too much. After one match when I almost copped a feel of the bulging dick in front of me along with almost leaning in for a kiss in front of all those people—almost. But it turned out to be a nice pay off, because in giving up my career to become a train to other up-and-coming wresters, Pushaman and I hooked up. MoneyMan became an exotic dance and began an escorting service pimping out Drake on the side.

  • Boyfriend

    (Authors Note: I’m back! Did you guys miss me? Sorry about the long wait I’ve been dealing with some…issues. As always everyone’s comments are greatly appreciated whether positive or negative.)

    ‘What are you yelling about now?’ I screamed

    ‘You, every time we argue it’s about you!’ Dylan spat. I was literally trembling with rage.

    ‘You know what I don’t need this right now!’ I said trying to contain my rage.

    ‘Yeah walk away that’s all you ever do! You know we used to have so much fun, but now it’s like I don’t even exist’

    ‘What do you want me to do I’m doing the best that I can’ I said wiping the tears from my eyes.

    ‘I…I can’t do this anymore’ He stammered. I literally felt my heart shatter. I crumbled to the ground and sobbed. Dylan immediately ran to my side and held me.

    ‘Look at me’ he said tilting my chin up towards him. I hesitantly looked into his grey eyes. He leaned down and placed his lips on top of mine.

    ‘Breath Matt we were just reading a script, I’m not going anywhere.’ I knew Dylan was only helping me prepare for an audition, but it still hurt to hear him say those words. I told him that I didn’t think that it would be wise for him to help me go over my lines, but he thought that it would help bring out a genuine emotion. I gathered myself together and started dinner.

    ‘You know I kind of miss Tommy’ Dylan said while setting the table.

    ‘Me too’ I sighed. Tommy, Dylan, Christy, and I all had enough credits to receive our diplomas so we decided to skip our senior year. Tommy got accepted into Massachusetts University of the art and decided to stay on campus while taking summer classes. Although I’m happy for him, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t miss him.

    It turns out that the man that I saw Christy talking to in the restaurant was a photographer, and he is now the manager of her modeling career. She is currently in L.A. for a photo shoot for seventeen magazine.

    After winning his boxing tournament Dylan has gotten offers from tons of recruits, but he’s not chosen an offer yet. It’s hard to believe that all of this has happened over the past five months. I mean hell Dylan and I aren’t even 18 yet. Oops I guess I haven’t updated you guys on myself yet. Well I’ve gotten a couple of minor roles in plays, and I’ve been featured in a few commercials. The play that I auditioning for is called Stolen. I am going for the role of Shawn a teenager who is involved with a married man. This will be the first role I have outside of Boston.

    I set the spaghetti and garlic bread on the table, and Dylan pulls out my chair for me. I’ll never get used to how well he treats me. While we are eating Dylan makes these appreciative grunting sounds.

    ‘I’m guessing that you like it’ I said.

    ‘Mmmmm I love your balls!’ He exclaims. I was caught off guard by his comment and started choking. He looks at me funny for a minute and then it dawned on him.

    ‘Oh my gosh I didn’t mean it like that! Get your mind out of the Gutter!’ He exclaimed laughing. After dinner Dylan and I took a shower and headed off to bed. The next morning I was a nervous wreck. I felt Dylan’s arms wrap around my waist.

    ‘Don’t worry Matt you will do fine. I believe in you.’ He said. I looked up at him, smiled, and pecked him on the lips.

    ‘Thanks I really needed that. Now hurry up and get dressed before you’re late for you boxing class.’ I said.

    ‘What? I can’t get a little chocolate first?’ This earned him an elbow in the ribs. He gave a fake grunt of pain.

    ‘For the last time do not compare me to chocolate. I don’t compare you to vanilla.’ I said chuckling.

    ‘That would be kind of sexy. You know that you want some of this vanilla lovin’ he said flexing. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

    ‘Actually I don’t really like vanilla; I’m more of a caramel person myself.’ I joked and walked towards the closet. As I bent over to pick up a shirt I felt Dylan slap me hard on the ass. I let out a shriek that sounded like a puppy being stepped on by a five hundred pound fat lady dipped in cement. Dylan just laughed and headed towards the shower.

    (Okay…Okay you can do this Matt). I step onto the stage a nervous wreck as I look into the eyes of three judges with my fate in their hands. After reading my lines it was time for me to sing.

    “I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. You get your feel to eat, but always keep that hunger. And you’ll never take one single breath for granted. God forbid love ever leaves you empty handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens. Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance, and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. I hope you dance, I hope you dance. Never settle for the path of least resistance, but if get the choice to sit it out or dance. Dance I hope you dance. I hope you dance! I hope you dance! Dance! I hope you DANCE!!!!”

    I take in a large amount of breath after giving it all that I had. I hear the judges talk amongst themselves. ‘Thank you’ one of them said and started to get prepared for the next audition.

    The waiting process was by far the hardest part. I hadn’t expected a call for a few days, but one of the judges surprised me by coming to my door in person. I invited him in and we discussed my audition.

    ‘Matt you did not get the part, but you one something better. I have an upcoming play called Stolen and I have the perfect character for you.’

    ‘Um okay, where is it?’

    ‘Broadway’

    ‘BROADWAY!’

    ‘Yes I have spent the rest of the afternoon getting everything together for you in New York. We have found you a newly furnished place, but you have to leave next week. Do you want the job?’ (Hell Yeah!).

    ‘Yes, but I have a fiancé and he has to come as well.’

    ‘He can come as well. I have big plans for you Matt Valentine.’ He said as he left. To say that I was ecstatic is an understatement. As if on cue Dylan came bursting through the door.

    ‘Oh my gosh I have great news!’ he said picking me up and spinning me around.

    ‘Me too’ I said hugging him back. He placed me down still smiling from ear to ear.

    ‘I did it! I made a choice and signed a contract with Boston!’


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  • Jocks and Cocks

    “Bring that sweet candied ass into my office…now!” Coach Leavenworth snarled, standing in the door of his basement office, across from the showers and locker room that I was coming out of.

    I knew it was coming. I felt it. I went off of his script. Off of his plan. And although we won the game based on my defiance, in his eyes it was still defiance.

    He knew I knew. He thought he was getting under my skin, knowing how badly I hated Sweet Candied Ass, so I looked at him dead on. I tried to contain the anger that was boiling inside of me, along with the clouding fear that one of my teammates might have heard him. I tried, but I couldn’t stop myself from cutting my eyes and mean-mugging the short bastard with the Napoleon complex.

    “I don’t give a shit! Roll them fucking eyes all you fucking want! Because the next place they will be rolling is out your head and on the floor!”

    I limped into his office, fully understanding that if he had to repeat himself it wasn’t going to be good for me.

    “What kind of shit was that, Wes?”

    I could have easily throwing it up in his face that we, as a team, was victorious because of my move. I could have reiterated that the pitcher was weak. And that we were scoring homeruns off of him like he was a bitch in heat with everybody taking a turn at it. So there was absolutely no point to hit as sorry as he pitched, being a bunt or any other sort of weak swing.

    “Leadership,” I paused. “Leadership you taught me, coach. A decision I stand by.” I said, remembering his infinite speeches that if anybody went off script that it better be a good and winnable move.

    I knew though, no matter what I said to him, what I did, his way or my way, he was going to find some kind of fault with it.

    Like the saying goes, we were at the end of our road together.

    I bet that our story plays out on college campuses everywhere, every year:

    Small town boy starts out as a big fish in his small town pond, soon discovers that as a freshman at a big university he is nothing more than a guppy swimming in an ocean. As a freshman, he is the rookie of the bunch. He receives little, if no love on campus. Because his regiment is so strict to keep his scholarship, he is restricted to study and playing ball. He has no room to fraternize. His books and his playbooks become his frat buddies. His coach begins noticing his eagerness, and puts him in when another player is out. He is good, but not great. He has potential, but lacks practice and advance skill. The coach takes him under his wings and gives him the tools. The player lives for this. The coach becomes the mentor he needs, learning the ins and outs of his players, their strengths, their weaknesses, and their intricacies. He comes across the golden nugget that his player is lonely, very lonely, and homesick. He is lonely because he is at the bottom of the totem pole, and hasn’t quite learned, naïve rather, that in order to come up that it costs to play to be the boss.

    A couple of congrats here and there. A pat on the shoulders, from time to time, moves from the broad back down to the lower back mixed that in with a couple of in-your-face pleasantries. Warm breaths kissing his sweet young face, gives him something to think about for a few nights alone in his dorm tossing and turning with an incredible hard-on in his hand. The coach makes his move pressing close against his pupil, holds him in a way that a coach shouldn’t hold a player with his long thick erection jabbing right there at his inner thigh.

    ‘I’m not gay,’ his naïve player says or try telling himself.

    The coach says something to the effect like ‘nobody had to know’ or ‘I’m not either’ or ‘if you’re secure with your sexuality you can’t be gay.’

    He reaches out and touches the nervous scared eighteen year old dick before him, trapped in a denim-clad prison.

    The coach goes for broke. Touching and feeling, groping and caressing that doesn’t feel like anything that has ever been felt before—not even when he jerks off. The feelings are so strong, so raw, that it is all an ecstatic blur overcome with automatic orgasms.

    He knows that his subordinate is got, ready to be had.

    He wants his reciprocations.

    He somehow talks his player onto his knees to face the enormous monster that belongs to neither human nor beast, attacking from his groin. He tells his player that for now he needs to not worry about anything but the tip, the head, the technical term the glans.

    His player is nervously but enthusiastically obliges, taking instruction well, licking it as if it was a cool flavored Popsicle. Round and Round. Back and forth, like he got an unscratched-able itch at the roof of his mouth.

    His player goes at it.

    The coach cum.

    No warning.

    He wants the thrill of watching his player try and spit it out. He knows a drizzle will seep down the back of his throat. What excites him most however is that regardless of how much he tries to get it off his tongue, there is always the hidden knowledge that he came in his mouth.

    His is the first to have him there.

    He will be remembered.

    His player is highly confused. What the hell just happened?

    In that day or that night or a week or two or a month later, the coach convinces his curious player it is only fair that they go all the way. It is only fair. He knows the tricks, suck and then finger fuck. Eat him out to unleash his inner bitch and finger fuck him again. A condom and some lube happen to be nearby, ass up face down in the soft suffocating pillows. Pow! Stuck him right in his sweet tender ass! It feels a mighty python is snaking up the unforgiving tubing of guts as the coach tell him that once he gets it all in that “it’ll feel real good.” But all that is there, at first, is a head-busting headache and the inescapable feeling of being clipped in two.

    He hurts, yet he starts to feel good. Pleasure and pain and pleasure again. He stays in player like this, for a really long time, being that he wants to be the one remembered as the one that unequivocally shatters his cherry.

    He grabs his player by the waist, spends him on his meat and onto his back. He wants his player to watch him, because of age and inexperience, he wants to watch him do the number three after he lose himself after a few hefty strokes in this new position. He moves faster, almost in demon force. Sweat pours from him, thrusting hard and more deliberate, letting his player know that he belongs to him, body and soul and butthole. Their breath and screams are manic. His player groans. He grunts, pulls out, pulls off and uses the hard stomach below him as a cobblestone cumdump.

    The virgin, the virgin-tight hole is sloppy and open and sounds like its farting when it is not deliberately. He looks at his player, fascinated by his country-boy naivety. He loves that he could talk him on to his big dick, without even knowing that it was incredibly huge by standards.

    I was so turned out by the experience, needing him inside of me, that I allowed him to fuck me almost everyday for the past four years since we met. And now that I was on the verge of graduating, he was certain that our rendezvous was coming to an end and he was angered by it.

    I sat there, listening to Coach Leavenworth, my first, rant about my defiance. He was hoping to coax out some sort of rouse out of me. After four years, I knew the routine. It had been awhile since the last time we fought and fucked. It was my sad attempt to wean myself off the potent drug that was him. Even when he flipped the script and became the sweet-talking man that knew he could get this young country ass anytime he thought about it.

    But things changed. I was no longer that naive freshman. I was a cock of the walk senior that quickly discovered the semester before last that while I love stuffing my ass with his big boner, I loved poking my dick in between some tight oven-warm buns.

    Coach Leavenworth gave up after an hour and allowed me to go about my day.

    Not a moment after I came up the stairs to cut through the gymnasium to get back to my dorm was there Tuck, a sophomore, sitting in the stands.

    Tuck was a teammate of mine, and was very much lovesick. He was drawn to me like a moth to a flame, believing every word that came out of my mouth was like gold gifts from the gods. He looked to me as I probably did to coach in the beginning—except I was the full package from head to skills to toe.

    I’m not saying that Tuck was an ugly mofo. He was one of those kinds of dudes that just by looking at him at first sight that “good-looking” wasn’t a word that came easily to mind. Yet, he was attractive in a masculine way with his square head, long face, big lips, and hard-lined jaws that sandpaper could’ve smoothed out. Once you got to know him though, and his unwavering loyalty that it was hard for me not to fall. This made me feel both happy and sick the first time I got him on his back to call me Big Daddy.

    But after taking one good look at his tight athletic body and his shelf-life phat round basketball-dribbling booty, I was hooked and still smiling.

    “What did he say?” Tuck asked after he ran up on me.

    I looked at him.

    I had been telling him for weeks that the reason the coach was so preoccupied with me because he was trying to transition me into the pros.

    Tuck hadn’t a clue that Coach Leavenworth and I were continuing fuck buddies. And I didn’t want him to think otherwise, as he was deeply in love with me with wild hopes of me giving up my dreams of going pro to settle down and build a life with him after he graduated.

    Yeah, right.

    I wrapped my powerful arm over his neck, leading him back to my dorm, and said, “He told me if that boy is sucking your dick like that, that you’re hitting homeruns like its water flowing freely, you need to find a way to always keep your dick in his mouth.”

    Defiant? Deceptive? Absolutely not!

    It is how everyone learns their lessons at the university level.

  • Who’s crying now?

    The following day after Kyle cried in front of Matt, Kyle was left alone with rusty, and he knew that Rusty isn’t going to be pleased because he has been drinking heavily. Kyle was sitting, hunched over a text book that belonged to Rusty. He had already done his homework and now he is doing Rusty’s. Rusty sat on the bed watching tv when he noticed a very hot chick come on the screen to promote Victorias secret. He instantly had a boner and started to jack off when he remembered that he had his own personal cock assistant in the other room. He pulled up his pants and waited for Kyle to step into his room to give him his completed homework. “Rusty, I finished-MMM!” he screamed as Rusty covered his mouth and held him close to him. He dropped the paper on the floor as Rusty forced him onto the bed. Kyle is crying profusely and wonders where Matt is. Rusty is on top of Kyle; trying to submiss the feisty little guy. Kyle felt his pants get ripped off of his body, and felt a massive cock against his ass. Rusty grabbed a condom and slipped it onto his fat cock. He leaned over Kyle and whispered into his ear: “don’t fight it pussyboy. Don’t fight it…” Kyle squirmed; knowing what is going to happen next. He felt a violent thrust into his virgin ass as Rusty plunges his nine inch cock into his hole. Rusty still has his hand securely on his mouth. Muffled screams fill the air as Kyle tried to resist the intrusion. Long, violent thrusts soon took it’s toll, and Kyle submitted to his Rapist. “that’s a good boy, Kyle. Your a good boy….” he said as the pleasure of assaulting his small roommate builder in his nuts. The distinct slapping noise blended with the muffled screams; creating an eerie harmony that sent Rusty over the edge. He ripped out his cock and Kyle whimpers as he feels the big cock leave his violated and abused hole. He didn’t dare to move; he just laid on the bed not moving. Rusty then forced his cock down Kyle’s throat. Kyle cringed at the salty distaste in his mouth. “ooohhh… You’ve got the hottest, wettest mouth ever…” he said before unleashing strand after strand of thick, sticky cum down Kyle’s throat. He ripped it out and slapped Kyle with it. “you liked that cock didn’t you?” he said laughing. Kyle couldn’t speak. He just laid there crying. Rusty pulled Kyle off of his bed and threw him out of his room. Kyle crawled to his room, closed the door and huddled up against it, wondering what he had done to deserve this. Maybe if he hadn’t brought his laptop with him, none of this would of happened. “it’s my fault I was raped today.” he thought. Rusty took it too far, and he needed to tell someone.

    ******

    Over the past few weeks, Kyle has been secretly bullied by his Roommate Rusty and it’s starting to take a toll on Young Kyle. His performance is suffering in the ROTC and is on the verge of getting dropped from the program. He can’t tell anyone because he is afraid of what Rusty will do. The physical stuff has stopped but whenever Matt had to go somewhere, or stay after class, Rusty makes Kyle do anything he wants. It hurts Kyle because he and Matt have gotten along great and he can’t tell him what is really going on when he’s not home. He even has a curfew and needs to be home right after class, then he has to do Rusty’s laundry, his homework, everything. He can’t get any sleep because he’s afraid to close his eyes because all he sees is Rusty. “Kyle! Come here!” rusty called from his room. Kyle reluctantly got up from his desk and walked into Rusty’s room and sees him without his pants on. Kyle wanted to leave and never come back. “jerk me assbag!!!” he yelled. Kyle started to tear up. He wrapped his hand around Rusty’s cock and slowly stroked it up and down. Rusty closed his eyes and put his head on his pillow and enjoyed the ride. “then, I want you to drink my cum got it?” he said. “…fine.” Kyle said only thinking of his safety. Out of nowhere, Rusty forced Kyle’s head onto his monstrous cock and forced him to deep throat his cock. Kyle gagged, he couldn’t swallow this, but he knew that he had no choice. The door locks tumble and Rusty threw Kyle off of his dick and Kyle’s head hit the wall. “yo! Anyone here?” matt called out. Rusty stood up and grabbed Kyle by the throat. “not… A word!” he said silently. They both left the room together and finally, Kyle felt safe. He walked back into his room and closed the door. He leaned up against it and started crying as he does every day of his new life. He hated Rusty and he wished that he would get drunk at some frat house and never come back. That would make things easier for him. 

    **********

    “56, 57, 58, 59…. Singer!!!” the drill sergeant screamed. He walked over to Kyle who has completely collapsed. “singer! Get your ass up!” he screamed again. He grabs Kyle and lifts him up to his feet. Kyle couldn’t stand. He was up all night doing his homework and Rusty’s and he just cant do it anymore. “company! Laps around the gym till the rafters start to sweat.” he hollers. “what’s wrong kid? You look like you’ve been beaten up.” he asked. Kyle thought about what he’s going to say next. “I…. Was…. By my roommate. He makes me do all of his homework, his laundry, and… other things..” he said completely embarrassed. He wanted to leave. “did you tell anyone?” he asked. “no because I don’t want to be beaten up again. I got one problem wrong a couple of days ago and he beat the crap out of me sir.” Kyle answered. “ok. We will talk more later. Laps.” he said. Kyle started to jog with the rest of the group the rest of the day. After the day had passed by, he and a few other guys headed towards the shower. He didn’t want to shower in front of the other guys because of his bruises on his ribs. He waited until they left and finally had the shower room all to himself. He turned it on and cool water flowed over his Sweaty, broken body and it felt so good. The cool water tingled as it went over every little part of his skin, providing just a small dose of reprieve from the pain that the bruises had produced all day. He ran his hands through his hair and washed himself completely. He walked back to the dorm and saw Matt leaving. “Matt. Where are you headed?” he asked in a cheery tone. “just headin’ down to do some laundry.” “I’m coming too…. If it’s ok…” he said glancing at the door. “sure bro.” Matt said. “here, let me help.” Kyle said reaching for a basket.  “thanks dude.” he replied. Matt had to admit, he really judged a book by it’s cover this time. He thought that Kyle would be another one of those people but he guesses he was wrong. He really likes Kyle and he would hate to see him hurt or upset. They walked down to the laundry room and loaded up a couple of washers. “Matt?” Kyle asked. “yeah bro?” he said turning the dial on the washer. “um… This isn’t going to be easy to talk about…” Kyle started. “relax dude. I don’t care if your gay.” he said chuckling a little. “well… I think I am but that’s besides the point…. Um…. You know how I got beaten up recently?” he asked. Matt stopped what he was doing and turned to face his friend. “yeah. Why, is it happening again?” he asked. “yeah….” Kyle said not able to make eye contact. “Rusty did it. He found…. Gay porn on my laptop and… he beat the shit out of me…” kyle said starting to cry. “he has made me his bitch for the last month, and he even made me suck him off a few times….” he said hanging his head low. Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t believe him until Kyle had shown him the bruises. “he started going for my torso because you wouldn’t see it.” Kyle added. He could see the anger in his eyes. “please don’t do anything ok? I don’t want things to get worse…” Kyle said. Matt was in a rage. He didn’t know if he could go back to the dorm and not murder Rusty for the way he is treating Kyle. They finished doing the laundry and walked back to the dorm room. Once they arrived at the wooden door, Kyle looked at Matt and matt nodded, basically saying that he will be fine. They turn the key and step inside. Rusty comes out of his room. “What did i tell you to do? Be ho-” he saw Matt. “hey bro. Laundry all done?” he asked innocently. “yeah.” Matt said with agitation in his voice. “you ok bro?” Rusty asked. “yeah… I’m cool.” Matt reluctantly answered. Matt was trying as hard as he possibly could to contain his anger towards his former best friend rusty. Because Kyle said not to do anything, he won’t. Rusty went back into his room and Matt joined him. He pulled out a few cardboard boxes and started to pack his stuff up. “dude, what are you doing?” Rusty said taken off guard when Matt did this. “this rooms too small, so I’m gunna move into the other room. Kyle’s got his own room, so I want my own too.” Matt said with enthusiasm. “ah. Alright bro.” Rusty said. Matt took about 25 minutes to move into the new room and when he finally got set up there, he laid on the bed and started to think about what Kyle has to go through when matt isnt there. This made him very angry and a few times, he thought about hurting Rusty. The same rusty that only a month ago Matt was apologizing for to Kyle for his comment. He’s known Rusty ever since the second grade and he can’t believe that he could have been so blind this whole time. Now when he thinks of it, over the last few days, Kyle has tried to tell him something, he just couldn’t pick up on the signs of abuse. How could he be so stupid? It was happening right under his nose. He knew that he needed to do something, but what? Then Matt snapped.

    Matt stepped out of his new room and into his old one. Rusty was already sleeping. “lazy fuck.” he whispered. He walked over to Kyle’s room and slowly opened the door and saw him hunched over his desk feverishly writing on his computer. “this stuff is hard….” he heard him whisper. He saw at the top of his paper it read Rusty Clemens. This sent Matt over the edge. He closed the door and walked over to Rusty’s room. He opened the door and walked over to the sleeping football player. He grabbed him; waking rusty up. “what-” Matt covered his mouth. “get up. Walk toward the door and don’t make a sound. Kyle’s sleeping.” he said putting on a fake smile. Rusty got up and followed him out of the building. They went into a camera blind spot and Matt turned to face Rusty. He threw a punch right at rusty. It connected with his jaw and it sent him back a bit. Matt tackled Rusty to the ground and beat him savagely. He threw another punch at Rusty’s eye and it made a slapping sound. He picked up disoriented Rusty and punches him in the gut; knocking the wind out of him. “Matt…. Stop…” he said collapsing onto the ground. Rusty knew that Matt could easily beat him into a coma. Matt is from Detroit, where fighting is necessary for survival. Especially along the 8 mile road; where Matt grew up. “what is this about?” Rusty asked bruised and battered. “I think you know. You don’t treat a human being like the way you treat Kyle. Are you too stupid to do your own homework? Are you too bored of jacking off that you need Kyle to do it for you?!” Rusty was overwhelmed with emotion, and he knew that Kyle would never forgive him. He felt like shit, and he knew what he needed to do. He gingerly got up and hobbled over to the Dorm room building. They swiped their cards and walked back to their dorm. Matt grabbed Rusty’s shoulder. “you will go to your room, you will stay there and never talk to Kyle again. You will also apply for a room transfer. Clear?” he said. “crystal.” Rusty said still in pain. When they got to the room, rusty went into his room and closed the door. Matt went into Kyle’s room and saw that he was still on the computer. He walked over to him and highlighted the document and hit delete. Kyle was out cold; sleeping soundly. Matt knew that his young body had given up, and that it cant handle the added workload given to him by Rusty. He picked up his small and and in his mind, delicate friend up and placed him on his bed. He covered him up in his blanket and turned off his laptop and lights. He took Rusty’s books and went across the hall to Rusty’s room. He opened the door and dropped his books on Rusty. “you want your homework done? You do it.” be said. “dude, if i fail this class I won’t graduate!” Rusty said. “well you should have thought about that before you enslaved Kyle. And just how long do you think you could have gotten away with it?” he said as he left the room. Matt started thinking about the whole situation all over again. It infuriated him; especially about how he was forced to give handjobs and if he knows rusty, probably more than that. He wanted to kill him, he though he should have killed him. It made him beyond furious. Rusty laid in his bed; pain convulsing through his nerves. “the kids a fag…. He likes dicks… I don’t understand what the problem is…” he thought. He doesn’t think he did anything wrong. “sure I made Kyle have sex with me  but Matt doesn’t know that. He won’t know that. so as far as they know, I’m not gay.” he thought. He thought he was the smartest person in the room. He reached into his nightstand and took out a joint and lit it. After a few hauls, his pain went away.

    *******

    Matt walked over to the kitchen and heard crying coming from Kyle’s room. He put his ear to the white painted door and he heard it more clearly. He knocked on the door and the crying stopped. The door cracked open and Kyle looked through the crack to see Matt with a worried look on his face. He let him in. Matt could see that Kyle’s eyes are bloodshot; his once resplendent eyes are now darkened and full of sorrow. “wants wrong bud?” Matt asked. “I’m not going to be able to finish r-my paper tonight because I can’t find it.” he said. “I know about the paper, and it’s Rusty’s.” Matt said. Kyle got scared. He doesn’t want to get hurt again. “don’t worry bro.” he said sitting next to him. “he won’t do it anymore.” Matt added as he put an arm on his friend’s shoulder. “are you sure?” Kyle said still frightened. Matt smiled, “yep. I beat him to a pulp.” he confessed. Kyle couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Matt fought for him? He has never Been fought for before. It felt good to him. Now he can finally focus on his ROTC work and classwork; not ROTC, his, and Rusty’s class work, Just his. He smiled at Matt, and gave him a hug. Matt was taken by surprise, but enjoyed it. “thank you Matt. Thank you for saving me…” he cried. He let go of Matt and regained his composure. He looked at Matt and leaned into his cheek and kissed it. Matt was thrown off by this, but he knew that freaking out about it would only damage Kyle’s already fragile psyche even more. His lips were soft and when he pulled off, he himself leaned in and kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle was surprised but he relaxed. Matt felt waves of electricity flow up and down his spine. He couldn’t believe he was kissing a guy and liking it, but on the other hand, Kyle wasn’t some guy, he was a close friend and a nice person. Honestly, Matt thought that going out with Kyle actually wouldn’t be that bad. They got even more passionate and Matt felt his 4 inch soft cock start to grow in his gym shorts. He could tell that Kyle was hard too, and that this is a first for both of them. Matt laid Kyle down on the bed and climbed on top if him; kissing his neck and cheek. He kissed every inch of Kyle’s lower half of his face. Kyle and Matt kept locking lips for 10 minutes; they couldn’t stop. Matt didn’t want to stop kissing this angel of a boy, and Kyle had finally reeled in a sweet guy, not some punk like his first boyfriend Jason. Matt took off Kyle’s flat-billed hat and placed it on the floor; revealing his neatly styled short hair. Kyle stopped. “Matt…” he whispered. Matt looked up at Kyle. “what’s wrong?” 

    “will you go out with me?” he asked innocently. Matt smiled, “yes.” he answered. They locked lips more slowly but still had a pace. The passion is still there as well. A tear fell from Kyle’s left eye, it wasn’t sorrow; it was happiness. He knew that he will be ok.

    ********

    A few weeks after Matt beat the shit out of Rusty, Rusty hasn’t come out of his room for anything except for food and to take a shit. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he had to admit that Kyle sucked cock better than anyone that had wrapped their mouths around his massive bone. Rusty knew that he could easily get what he wanted out of Kyle, he just needed to wait for just the right time to strike. Every time Kyle stepped out of the shower, he wanted Kyle’s nice ass to be fucked by his 8 inch penis. Thinking about it made his cock hard, and no matter what he thought of to make it go away, it just comes back whenever he thinks of Kyle. He had made a decision; and it will happen tonight while Matt is at a party.

    Kyle remained hunched over his laptop; working on a paper on the history of the Marines. He has started to listen to music while he does his work because it helps him concentrate. He typed as a perfect circle’s “Gravity” played into his ears via the headphones. The song was a little dark but it spoke to him. You know, everyone has a song that speaks to them; almost like the song was written about them. The song gave him strength to keep moving forward. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he paused his iPod. “hey Matt. How was-” he said turning around. It was Rusty. Kyle gulped in fear, and couldn’t move. Rusty flashed an evil smile and wrapped his left arm around Kyle’s throat; silencing him. “you gonna be quiet?” he said. Kyle shook his head slowly and Rusty picked up his little roommate and hunched him over his bed. Kyle knew what was going to happen next and he started to squirm. Rusty ripped out the headphones and threw his iPod on a pillow. Rusty brought his left arm across Kyle’s toned chest and his right had over his mouth. He submissed young Kyle and Kyle gave up trying to fight. With his left hand, Rusty slid his hand down Kyle’s tight body. He unzipped kyle’s jeans and brought  them down below his ass cheeks. Rusty pulled out his dick and inserted it into Kyle. Kyle lurches in pain a little but doesn’t try to leave or get away. Kyle just laid there, letting Rusty have his way. He felt Rusty shutter as all of his cock slipped into Kyle’s tight, bubble ass. Kyle stared forward; trying not to think of what was happening. Kyle finally realized how long Rusty waited for this moment. He made slow, deep thrusts into Kyle and was kissing kyles neck. Kyle started to shake as his cock was getting hard. He heard rusty let out a slow sigh in pleasure as hot, sticky cum went deep into him. Rusty kissed Kyle a little more and climbed off. He buttoned up his pants and Kyle did the same after taking a shower. He knew how lucky he was that Rusty didn’t beat the shit out of him. He rinsed off, cleaned himself and stepped out of the small shower and got dressed into some clean clothes. He entered his room and closed the door; thinking if he should tell Matt. Matt said that he will always be there for kyle so he plans to tell him what happened today. He soon got back to work. 

    Matt was partying over near the Harwell campus at some frat house. The Harwell campus is a notorious party school and he knew that he will get fucked up pretty good here. But he remembered that Kyle is all alone with rusty and who knows what’s going on over there. Kyle could be dead for all he knew, so He left the party before even having a beer and climbed into his suburban and took of down the road towards the Fairview Campus. 

    Kyle Heard the door fly open and he heard Matt call out. “Kyle?! Are you ok?” he said pushing kyles door open. He saw him sitting and doing his homework. Kyle turned and got up and walked over to the stunning jock that is Matt. He put his hand on Matt’s chest and his right hand around his lower back. “close the door.” Kyle said seductively. Matt smiled. Kyle brought his hand on the wooden door as he lowered his head to kiss kyle. Their lips met and Kyle started to get hard. So did Matt. Matt lowered Kyle onto his bed and started to take off Kyle’s shirt. He looked at Kyle’s well developed Chest and Six pack. “dude…. Your jacked for a little guy.” Matt said between his kisses. Kyle slid his hand underneath Matt’s tee shirt and slid it slowly up his back and over his head. Both guys are now shirtless, and because it’s in the middle of summer, they start to sweat. Their bodies grope and they become slick with sweat. Matt holds Kyle close to him; embracing him as they kissed. Their tongues find eachother once again as they rub and mingle in eachothers mouths. Their heartbeats pump blood harder and harder. Matt starts to kiss Kyle’s neck; the salty flavor from Kyle’s sweat tingled against Matt’s lips as he kissed kyle’s chest and abs; moving his way past Kyle’s navel and he started to kiss Kyle just above his Calvin Klein briefs. Kyle moaned as he felt Matt’s warm, slick tongue lick his bellybutton. Matt slowly unzipped Kyle’s jeans and slid them down to the middle of his thighs. Matt noticed that Kyle was packing some serious heat in his pants. Matt suspected that Kyle’s cock is at least 7.5 inches long and 1.5 inches wide at least! He kissed Kyle’s limp cock and it started to rise. Matt took a hold of Kyle’s amazing penis and started kissing the shaft as it hardened. He slid the member into his mouth; sending shockwaves up Kyle’s spine. He knew that he wouldn’t last long; he was never one for longevity. “Matt?” he whispered. Matt dropped Kyle’s semi-hard cock out of his mouth. “yeah?” he finally said. “I just wanted to tell you… When I…. You know… I really let it fly.” he said. Matt smiles; “good.” he wrapped kyle’s now hard cock and started to bob his head up and down; then applying a little amount of suction. Kyle bucked his hips; forcing the head further down Matt’s throat. Matt could take this cock, because he has sucked bigger. But he isn’t gonna tell Kyle that. It’ll ruin his self esteem. The pleasure was completely indescribable. Kyle had never had his dick sucked before; and he’s glad that Matt is the one doing it. Kyle hung his mouth open as his eyes closed tighter and tighter. Matt licked Kyle’s dick while it was in his mouth, and this sent Kyle over the edge. “Matt…Matt….. UGH!” “good boy, Kyle. Let it fly.” matt said. “MMMM!!!” Kyle growled as he got closer and closer to blowing his cream all over the room. Matt wrapped his lips around Kyle’s dick just as his load flew out of his dick hole. Matt was surprised at how much the little guy could jizz, and wasn’t prepared to drink that much. Kyle’s breathing was shallow and irregular; his head hurt too. most likely to the bucket of cum he just shot out of his small body. Kyle had concluded that this blow-job was the best.  that wasn’t gonna change. Ever. Kyle was spent; but that doesn’t stop him from giving pleasure to Matt. Matt was lying next to Kyle; sweat still profusely running down his face. He felt his pants loosen and he looks down to find Kyle swallowing his hard dick that had not yet released it’s product. Matt moaned as Kyle serviced his aching cock. It was begging to blow it’s load and now it has a chance. Matt leaned back onto the soft pillow; closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure that raced up his spine. This was Kyle’s first time sucking cock; but he was quickly learning. He sucked gently; feeling every muscle spasm in Matt’s body. He let the hard cock fall out of his mouth and took a hold of it with one hand; kissing the shaft. Matt shifted as the pleasure grew. He let out a sigh as Kyle licks his dick from the base to the head. His eyes tightened, his ass clenched, and rope after rope of thick, sweet cum flowed down Kyle’s throat. Matt let out a sigh of relief as his load was finally released. The two boys kissed passionately as sweat glistening as the sun radiated through the blinds. Matt collapses onto Kyle; breathing heavily as blood pumps violently through their veins. Their cocks find eachother and grind together. Giving the boys one last amount of pleasure before turning soft. “I love you Matt.” Kyle whispered into his ear. “I love you too, Kyle.”

  • The Road Trip

    After picking up Chelsey, Georgina, and Tyler from the local hospital we continued our road trip to Las Vegas where we would stay a few days before returning to California.

    Chelsey decided to drive with Georgina riding shotgun, while Anthony, Tyler, and I were playing cards in the back seats.

    Anthony tells Tyler that I won the bet even though I wasn’t included in it, I later stated I had “sex” with this chick I had met at the Music Festival. Tyler gives me props as Anthony winked at me.

    I puckered my lips and slide my tongue out and around them to indicate my intense thirst for a repeat. I grabbed my cellphone to text Anthony my desire to have a quickie at a reststop. Anthony showed his desire to try one and so we both awaited the chance.

    As we played, I couldn’t help but also think about Tyler. After all, Anthony, widely known in school, girlfriend in tow, had sex with him. Tyler was physically more gifted than Anthony, and had a larger 9 inch cock as he told us one time. I was pondering scenarios in my mind to just see his cock, and be in awe of it.

    As we arrived in Barstow, Chelsey immediately made that opportunity a lost one. She had other plans and crazy ideas of her own. She wasn’t known as a slut, in fact she had a 3.9 GPA, was involved with cheerleading among other things but of course had her sexual needs as well.

    As we left the reststop, Anthony grabbed the keys, Chelsey sat shotgun and Tyler and Georgina began their makeout session in the backseats. I sat in the middle, all alone of course.

    About an hour in, Tyler and Georgina knocked out, with Georgina resting herself on his shoulders. I decided to rest my eyes and daydream a bit about having sex again with Anthony. His bulging biceps, ripped abs, impeccable chest, and his throbbing cock, all waiting to be desired, worshiped by myself.

    Suddenly, I opened my eyes when I heard some movement up front. Chelsey was trying to side over and sit on Anthony while he was driving. Anthony lifted his tank top off and began to undo his jeans a bit. Out popped the monstrosity of his cut, 8 inch cock. Chelsey slid her shorts off and Anthony placed his cock inside her ass. She began moaning as she went up and down but Anthony silenced her a bit. I began getting a hard-on which I did not try to hide as to avoid detection I was still awake.

    Anthony proceeded to undoing her bra and put her large breasts in his face. He began devouring her nipples while fucking her and driving as the same time, taking glances ahead every 10 seconds. After about a few minutes, Anthony had climaxed and the car slowed a bit.

    Anthony cleaned himself up with nearby napkins, throwing away a condom out the window. The two dressed right back up, with some trouble. The sex made me think crave Anthony even more, it made me want so much, it even had me thinking about somehow getting Tyler into the mix and having a crazy threesome amongst us, how, would that even be possible? But I wanted to do something even bolder than what I did last night.

    Upon our arrival to Vegas, Chelsey and Georgina met up with an old friend who has graduated a couple years ago named Amanda. The girls decided to go shopping and have a spa date so again I was alone with Anthony but only this time Tyler was in the fold.

    We were staying at the Aria Hotel and we all equally chipped the bill for staying in this penthouse suite. After taking it all in, the girls had left to do their thing. Anthony was telling Tyler about fucking Chelsey in the front seat. Tyler shook his head while laughing, giving a hi-five to Anthony. As Tyler decided to get ready for a gym sesh, I was alone with Anthony.

    “You couldn’t wait till you got here to resume fucking?” I asked. “I saw the whole thing, could barely keep my cock in my pants.”

    “Congratulations, you saw a live-action porn video staring yours truly,” responded Anthony. “Who did you want to fuck, me or her?”

    “Both, maybe, maybe I just wanted to be the one in the seat as you rode my cock.”

    Anthony laughed as he approached me in bed. He looked around for Tyler who was in another room. Anthony reached for my jeans and began rubbing my dick. Our eyes met and Anthony began kissing me. I fell back in the bed as Anthony was on top of me. My dick began growing rapidly and I felt Anthony’s grow as well.

    Tyler begins to shout: “You coming guys, to the gym?” Anthony immediately gets off me and stands next to the bed as Tyler walks in.

    “I’m actually going to head to the pool, check out some MILFs while I can,” Anthony said. “I gotta act like I’m on vacation.”

    Tyler then looked at me, hesitating a bit as he saw I was comfortably in bed. “How about you? Or do I gotta ask a stranger to spot me?”

    “I’m beat” I responded. “I barely slept last night and want some rest.”

    “Of course” Tyler expressed as he headed off to the gym. Anthony was still in the room and came out of another room, shirtless. “Ready for round 2?”

    I immediately took off my shirt as Anthony jumped on to bed. We began making it out aggressively. Anthony reached for my belt and began unbuckling it. I reached for Anthony’s waist and lowered his swim trunks.

    I slid my hand around his clean-shaved groin area and began massaging his cock and jerking it a bit. Anthony went to my chest and proceed to lick my nipples.

    “Aaahhh yeah” I said as I rubbed his arms which he had at my obliques. Slowly, Anthony went down, kissing each of my abs and then getting down my crotch. He teased me as he rubbed on it and glared back at me, making his way back up for another kiss.

    “Let’s go 69.. want to feel the experience…of…giving…receiving at…the same..time.” Anthony whispered as he kissed me.

    I headed down as Anthony laid back in bed. I adjusted myself sideways and we began massaging each other’s cock. I reached in and pull his cock from under his briefs and went down without hesitation.

    “Ahhhhh…oooo..my God,” Anthony exclaimed as I worked the head of his dick like a cherry lollipop. “Fuck yeah, ahhhhh.”

    Anthony began rubbing my head with one hand and lowering my jeans and boxers off. He immediately went to work, deep throating my cock on the first dive. Both of us moaned with each other’s cocks in our mouths.

    I loved this, I thought. I had my own personal booty call and it was my best friend who unequivocally wanted to have sex with me even as he had a girlfriend who gave him sex when he wanted. It was also just thrilling, dangerous, considering anyone could have walked in on us.

    “I wanna eat your ass Tony” I said.

    Anthony smiled as I turned face up and he face down on my cock. I positioned myself under his clean ass, not a single hair in sight and stuck out my tongue to his rim

    “Damn….aaaarrrgh” Anthony let out. I spit into asshole and spanked his ass cheeks in the process. I began whipping my tongue inside as Anthony moaned on my uncut cock.

    “Ahhh yeah, oh my goodness, that feels so good.” I said as Anthony licked my balls.

    “Care for a bareback, Tony? I asked.

    “Would love to feel it, Chelsey never lets me do it on her!”

    So we both got up from the bed. Anthony went and reached for something in his luggage bag, a lubricant.

    “I go first!” Anthony said as he went to the bedroom door and locked it. I positioned myself at the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as awaited the entry of his cock inside my ass. For the first time I thought, my best friend is going to get the pleasure of fucking his friend and doing it bareback, I was ecstatic and didn’t care for the pain.

    “Here goes everything!” Anthony said as he slid his lubed up cock inside my tight ass. The feeling was tremendous, exhilarating.

    “Aaah this feels amazing, ooh” Anthony said.

    “Aaaaahh, your cock feels so good Tony,” I said as I felt Anthony’s fingers pinch my nipples from behind. “You’re gonna enjoy this!” Anthony said.

    “Ahhhhhh, yeah, aaaaaa,oooooo, fuck yeah!” That was all that we said for the next ten minutes. We were sweating bullets and now I wanted to cap this off by fucking Anthony bareback.

    Anthony was hesitant but immediately jumped into the bed ready for me to the rest. I reached over and poured lube on cock. I spread it around as I smiled at him.

    I jumped into the bed and grabbed hold of Anthony’s legs, raising them a bit as I grabbed my cock and took aim for my friend’s ass. I reached the base of his hole and stuck my cock inside.

    “OOOOOooooo my, fuck! Ahhhhh” Anthony shouted. I began pounding his ass with no mercy just as he did to me if not harder.

    I grabbed tight hold of Anthony’s hands, we both held on firmly as we gazed into each other’s eyes. My cock was throbbing harder as I felt deep pleasure of this moment. I leaned forward and paused right in front of his face.

    “I love you Tony” I said catching my breath.

    Anthony grabbed my head massaging my hair before pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

    “AAhhhh, I want you Zack, I fucking love you!”

    I smiled as I continued pounding him while Anthony was jerking off his dick.

    “Ahhh fuucck!” said Anthony

    “Ahh Im gonna cum!” I shouted. “Ohhh its coming, oooohhhh fuck!”

    “Aarrrghh, don’t pull back, let it go!” Anthony said. I ejaculated white gold inside his ass and pulled out. “Ahhhhh, fuck, that never felt so good!” I said. The white cum slowly flowed out his ass like a slimy waterfall.

    “Lemme cum in your mouth, come down!” Anthony said. I knew if he’d let me do it inside his ass, I had to return the favor. I went down as Anthony almost violently jerked his beefy cock under my open mouth.

    “AAaaaaaaarrrghhh, fuck!” Anthony shouted. I began sucking his cock as he came inside my mouth. I felt his ice cold gold at the back of my throat and swallowed every bit of it.

    “You swallowed it? Oh my gosh your a fucking beast bro!” Anthony said as he laughed a bit. I pulled out and went for on final kiss in bed.

    “I could do this all day!” I said.

    “Me too, I just dunno what I’ve been missing out on, sex, chicks or guys feels great but even better when it seems wrong.”

    Anthony got up and decided to cleanup a bit before heading out to the pool area where he would relax a bit. I decided to stay behind and really rest a bit after not having slept the night before.

    I pulled on my briefs and laid in bed and began sleeping. Not long afterwards (about 40 minutes) I was awoken by a noise.

    It was Tyler who had just arrived back from the gym. I was in awe of Tyler’s physical form, his glowing tan like skin glistening with his sweat, his barrel chest, chiseled abs, and toned guns.

    “You look like you came back from a marathon” I said.

    “Yeah did cardio cause someone was a bit tired for a gym sesh” responded Tyler who was shirtless and wearing only his gym shorts.

    Suddenly, Tyler slid off his shorts. There he was naked and for the first time ever I had seen his cock, flaccid, right there with the sun light shining on it a bit.

    “We got a sauna in that bathroom right?” asked Tyler.

    “Ye..yeah” I responded. I was floored by Tyler’s actions, what was he doing, maybe he was comfortable? I decided not worry much about it as I continued resting.

    About fifteen minutes later, I felt drops on my head. Tyler was beside my bed, naked, dropping water on my face. I smashed him with a pillow as we laughed. Tyler got unto the bed and we began wrestling in bed.

    Tyler held me down and glared into my eyes.

    “I saw you and Tony, making out on this bed, what’s the deal here?”

    My heart stopped at the revelation, I was even more speechless than I was when Anthony had found me admiring his cock.

    “Relax, we..were just…

    ..”you guys fucked last night, didn’t you? That’s how you won the bet right?” Tyler cut me off.

    Tyler laughed hysterically not believing what he had uncovered. “So how long you guys been doing this?”

    “We just decided to, we wanted to try something different. You know us Ty, we can get crazy and we fucked each other.”

    Tyler sat on top my of groin, still nude and sweating and began to think.

    “Did you guys enjoy it?” posed Tyler with a serious face. “Did you guys makeout and all that?”

    “Yeah, we both did but Tyler, it was just harmless fun, but please just don’t tell anyone!”

    Tyler paused and shook his head in disbelief and glared back at me. “If you suck my cock, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

    I nodded. Tyler pushed himself closer to my face. I closed my eyes and devoured his soft cock in my mouth.

    “Aahhhh shit….what am I doing?” whispered Tyler. Tyler’s cock grew harder inside my mouth. I made eye contact with him and knew Tyler enjoyed this. He moaned and moaned and did not tell me to stop.

    “I can’t…aahhhh fuck!” Tyler moaned.

    “What the…fuck! said another voice. I immediately withdrew the cock from my mouth and we both looked at the door. My heart began racing a bit.

    It was Anthony who had arrived back from the pool area. “Wow, so apparently we are all muff divers and cock suckers.”

    All of us laughed. “I learn something new everyday.” Tyler said.

    “So you know then” Anthony said. “You know everything?”

    “Yeah, Tony, I know. I asked Zack for a blowjob cause, I’m horny and wanted to assure him I would keep this a secret.”

    “Now that’s what I call a bro-job, so I guess the cats out the bag” Anthony said.

    “What now?” I asked desperately wanting the threesome to come into fruition. I just wanted to feel these hunks all over me. Millions of thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted to get fucked and be blown away at the same time. I wanted to take in their loads and for them to do the same.

    “Down for threesome, Ty?” Anthony asked. “I’ve done two girls before, but I felt like a third wheel.”

    “A threesome, us three?” Tyler responded with hesitation.

    “Come on Ty, you’ve done Devil’s threesome, you told me last summer.” Anthony said.

    “That was some crazy, drunk shit but I got pleasure of doing it.” Tyler said. “I guess what happens in Vegas, stays with Vegas.”

    “How much till the girls get here?” I asked almost immediately wanting this to happen.

    “A few more hours” Anthony said. “This isn’t how I envisioned having a threesome ever but the way I see I need to knock this off my sexual bucket list.”

    “Alright, lets go for it, I just want to unload already” said Tyler. “But I ain’t getting fucked.”

    Anthony got into bed, he was still wearing his swim trunks but I saw his raging boner pop out. This led my cock to grow as Anthony got close to Tyler.

    “Close your eyes Ty.” Anthony whispered as he began making out with Tyler.

    Was this real life? I thought. The two guys who I had wanted to experiment with were experimenting with each other in bed, right on top of my throbbing cock. I was floored, I was excited, I was horny, I wanted them so I made my move.

    I got up and kneed towards them. Anthony and I began swallowing each other’s tongues. I placed my hands around his sculpted body, his arms, shoulders, and chest. I loved every inched of it.

    I then turned to Tyler who was equally sexy. I took control of Tyler as I made out with him. Anthony helped me as we decided to pleasure him and make him enjoy the moment, even if it was outside his usual comfort zone.

    Anthony immediately began by going down on insanely large cut cock of 9 inches, 6 inches around.

    “Ahhhh shit….ahhh damn this feels good…no teeth!” Tyler exclaimed.

    “Hmmm” Anthony moaned.

    I began licking and sucking up Tyler’s chest, abs, and arms, worshiping every inch of his body.

    “You like the taste of my cock Tony?”

    “Tastes…better than Chelsey’s pussy”

    Anthony had made Tyler’s dick shiny and wet with his blowjob. It had only been over 15 hours or so and Tony had mastered the art of giving head, but being a guy that wasn’t at all hard, even I mastered it in short time.

    Then a thought popped into my head, I wanted to have these guys being pleasured by me and with me so I offered up a change of pace.

    “I’ll be in the middle, let’s fuck, all of us!”

    “We’ve all done it Ty, give it go” Anthony said, clearly not up for a second round of a pounding courtesy of my cock.

    “As long as I get my money back then I let you fuck away!”

    “Deal!” I shouted and right away we went to it.

    “Rubber this time” Tony whispered. “BB was between me and you, special bonding.”

    I smiled as I rolled the condom down my swollen dick. Tyler kneed down in bed facing the leather backboard and holding on. I took a deep breath and went in.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhh…oooooo.” I said in unison with Tyler. I eased in my cock into Ty’s tight hole. The pleasure had never felt better, as I began working it going in and out slowly. Then, Anthony began his descent into my hole.

    “Ahhhhhh shit!” I said. “Oohh baby, fuck…Tony…your dick feels so good!”

    “I know baby, take that shit!” Anthony responded whilst breathing heavily.

    “Oh my gosh….fuck..your dick is fucking big” Tyler exclaimed as I sped up the pounding at the same pace as Tony fucked me.

    “Ahhhhh fuck yes…..haa..haa…oh fuck!” I shouted.”Oh Tony, fuck….your dick is so great!”

    We continued fucking for the next five minutes or so. Tyler had commenced jerking off and I wanted to just devour his cum, having done the same with Anthony. So I pulled out, kissing Anthony and laying under Tyler.

    “Ah shit….fuck….I’m cumming…ttssssaaaaaahhh!”

    A series of jet streams of white cum struck the back of my throat. I did my best to keep it all in as I began sucking the head of his cock.

    “I’m never gonna be into dudes but..this moment…is an exception…fuck…that felt so good.” Tyler said.

    “Let us come in your mouth Ty,” Anthony said as he jerked off his cock with aggressive force. “You can spit it out but don’t leave us hanging.”

    “I can’t see myself doing it, I just…

    Anthony went over and began kissing Tony. “You won’t know till you tried, we all did, not let’s put the icing on the cake.”

    Tyler relented and kneed down before us as we stood up in bed.

    “Ahhhh fuck!” Anthony shouted.

    I remained silent as I jacked off my cock. I look around and it felt as time had slowed down a bit. This moment was it real? 24 hours ago, these guys were on their girlfriends pussies and I questioning if I’d enjoy the other side and now?

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck…..oh yes…take it” I shouted.

    “Aaaarrrrgh” said Anthony.

    Both of us ejaculated in synchronized fashion into Tyler’s open mouth. He began rub against his lips, slowly oozing it out of his mouth. Anthony went down and began “helping” him with. He licked it off his lips and went up to me.

    “Do the honors” Anthony said. And so I did.

    I licked/kissed off the cum of Anthony’s tongue and mouth and swallowed it. And just like that, had devoured Tony’s, Tyler’s in addition to my own cum in one day. But I knew it was real, and it was a moment I wanted to live forever.

    Afterwards we all went into the shower together and cleaned off. The mood there shifted to a usual one, playing around and laughing, no sexual tension whatsoever. We all talked about the threesome, Tyler enjoyed it but felt it was the only time he’d do it but Anthony felt game for anything. I felt I had my secret sex partner in Tony for the rest of the school year and I did.

    The remaining part of the road trip, we had sex a few more times. All inside the suite we stayed at. It was exploration for him and his sexuality.

    As we got back to school, things changed, Anthony had reclaimed his desire for Chelsey, wanting to be more serious with her and leave behind our fun.

    I was ok with it, after all, I knew it wasn’t forever and didn’t intend on it being that way. I just knew that I had explore my horizons, and start new.

    Tyler was one and done. He kept the “threesome” in Vegas and didn’t mention even as a joke. He and Georgina grew closer as the school year was winding down.

    I had come out of the road trip with the reality I was bisexual, I knew I wanted both sides of the coin and It made me realize I want to continue my thrilling exploration of this.

    The experience of having sex with Anthony made me want more of it and the thirst was beyond my control. I soon realized that I wouldn’t have to wait long until I met the next guy who would bring me deeper into a world with no limits.


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  • Two High School Seniors And Best Friends Discover Their First Gay Sex

    This story features two hot 18 year-old high school senior athletes who have been best friends since the first grade. Sean is the center on the basketball team and his buddy Todd is the starting guard. They are also the top scoring players both averaging 22 points a game. As one game remains in the season of the league, the team has a perfect 16 to 0 winning record.

    Both Sean and Todd are the only children in their families. They have been inseparable growing up. They were in the same home room until high school and during high school they have taken the same classes. They are often teased as if they were twins. Sean and Todd have never dated girls and they send almost ever weekend at one of their homes. Both sets of parents are so proud of their friendship.

    Sean is 6’2″; weighs a rock hard 175 pounds; well kept and trimmed brown hair; dark brown eyes; solid muscles; and light fuzz on his chest, stomach, thighs and legs. He has the most attractive smooth feet and toes. And he has a rock hard 8″ cut cock.

    Todd has the looks of a model featured on the cover of a man’s magazine. The girls are all wild about him but he avoids dating. He is 5′ 10″; weighs 150 pounds; handsome dark tan; deep blue eyes; black short and well trimmed hair; hard body from his neck to his legs; chiseled jaws; sexy smile; and an unusually large cut cock for his size, 9.5 inches with a large cock head.

    The two friends often talk about sex, share sexual jokes and share rumors about their classmates. However, they are virgins.

    THE STORY ABOUT THE WEEKEND WHEN THEY HAVE THEIR FIRST GAY SEX

    It is a Friday afternoon and Sean and Todd are walking across campus after class as they are preparing for yet another weekend together. With no warning, Todd pops a question. “Sean buddy, you and I are shipwrecked on an abandoned South Pacific Island and there is an abundance of native foods. We will never be rescued so what are we going to do for sex?”

    I am so surprised but find myself aroused with a growing hard on. I have lusted after my best friend ever since puberty. Is he coming on to me? Oh how I hope so. I take the bait. “Well, Todd, we would have each other and there is always the remedy of masturbation. WE could always assist each other.”

    I notice that Todd has just developed a huge bulge in his pants. We continue to walk down the sidewalk sprouting huge hardons as we pass several of our classmates. We use our books to hide our rock hard cocks.

    Todd suggest: “My best buddy, I need to piss. Lets go by the gym.” I reply, “yes, I also need to piss.” When we get in the restroom, we both have developed humongous raging pulsating cocks. I try to piss but I am too hard for releasing my piss. I soon notice Todd is having the same problem.

    As I start to put my cock away, Todd says: “No, come closer baby and let me touch that beautiful cock and balls that I have been dreaming about for years.” I feel my cock start throbbing and leaking precum as he grabs my boner, spit gobs on the head of my cock and begins to jerk me off hard and fast.

    He uses his other hand to take one of my hands and place it inside his briefs as I touch his red hot leaking giant tool. He urges me to spit all over his cock and beast him off.

    Before long, we are sweating, moaning and leaking gobs of precum that is soiling our briefs and pants. Our hands are now covered in the cum and spit. After several minutes of jacking off each other for the first time, Todd has us remove our cum covered hands and feed each other the other guys cum. It is my first taste of another guys cum as is it is for Todd. Oh, how we enjoy the salty warm taste.

    We hear some of the athletes approaching the rest room so we zip up quickly and run out the backdoor before we get caught. This sexual intrigue is too hot to stop. We want each other badly for our first weekend of sex with the person we love most, each other.

    I suggest we go by my home, let me get some clothes and let me call my parents who are at work and tell them I am going to spend the weekend with Todd and his parents. I am telling a little fib as Todd’s parents are gone for the weekend.

    My parents as usual say that is just fine. I gather up clothes for the weekend and still in our cum wet clothes take off to Todd’s home.

    I was so excited about what was going to happen. Hard sex with my best friend and the most gorgeous man on the planet. We can use some Gay magazines to help us make love in different positions.

    Todd and I ordered pizza and we drank his dad’s six pack of beer to heighten our sex drive and energy. I became very buzzed as I was not use to drinking. We are now both extremely horny and lusting after each other. Oh how I love my best friend. I want in his pants and have him also devour me.

    Todd takes charge. He takes my sweaty hand and guides me to his bedroom with the king size water bed. He removes my shirt, shoes and socks, pants and under shirt. Todd looks deep into my lustful eyes and says: “Buddy, I have known for years that I am Gay. I have lusted after you for years. I want you to make love to me. I do not want any man other than my best friend. Please end my virginity tonight.”

    The sexy talk makes me wild with desire as I respond: “Todd, baby, I have dreamed about you for years. I often have a wet dream of you sucking my cock and you driving that monstrous cock all the way up my ass. I often wake up with my briefs soaked with cum. I play with the cum and eat it pretending it is your cum. I want your cum tonight.”

    This talk puts us over the top. Todd throws me on the bed on my back and he drives his mouth into my crotch as I am still wearing my soaked briefs. He sucks cum out of my briefs, begins to finger my hot ass by putting his fingers inside my briefs. His hand is so hot and erotic. I feel my ass muscles begin to expand and throb.

    He removes my briefs and spits all over my erect cock. He quickly begins to use one hand to remove all his clothes. Soon we both are only in our birthday suits. He uses two fingers on one of his hands to fuck my aching man pussy while he is slowly using his other hand to fondle my balls and cock shaft. Soon he is giving me the most erotic and hot jacking off one could ever dream of having. His experience comes for all those nights he has jerk himself off.

    I managed to get my sexy feet on his crotch as I begin to use them to play with his cock and rub it between my two feet. We engage in cock jack-offs for several minutes. We both have small streams of precum running out of our piss slits and down our cock heads.

    Todd takes his now soaked cum hand from jerking me off and feeds me my cum. I manage to move my feet up to his mouth as he sucks his cum off my feet and toes. Oh it is so hot. WE deep kiss so we can share the cum from both our cocks.

    One of the hottest experiences is the sexy smells of our bodies. We can smell and taste the cum, the sweat from our bodies and especially under our arm pits, our hot breaths on each others mouths and just all the hot body odors. I am intoxicated with Todd’s manly odors. It is like an expensive perfume and so sexy.

    Todd moves to my waiting cock and begins kissing the head, the shaft and licking my balls. Soon I feel him insert my cock into his mouth and before long he has my entire cock down his throat. He tightens his mouth around my cock and bears down hard. He uses one of his hands to grip the base of my cock. He begins to give me a wild and hard blowjob. The feeling is driving me crazy. His mouth is so smooth, slick, hot and juices. He drives his mouth and tongue in and out for a very long cock sucking session. I am so near a climax.

    Todd pulls off my slick cock, places my legs on his broad shoulders, and starts eating my ass. I am bulking and begging him to fuck me with his tongue.

    He has prepared for this great day. He gets out a bottle of lube and some red condoms. I am about to have my virgin man pussy invaded by my best friends gorgeous cock. Oh, how I want his cock deep into my ass. I want to loose my virginity with the greatest friend I have. I beg him to fuck me. “Oh, baby, please FUCK ME, Oh, FUCK ME! Oh, use that fucking sloppy slick cock to rid me of my virginity. Pound my ass, baby.”

    He fills my ass with lots of lube, lubes his jerking cock, puts on the condom, lubes the condom and begins driving his cock up and down my ass crack, abs and stomach as I lie on my back to get me even hotter for the fuck. My legs are high in the air as they rest on his hot shoulders.

    He suggest that I push down on my ass and jack-off my cock as he begins entering my tight virgin ass with a huge cock. He goes all the way down my ass with one thrust. I cry in pain but he drives harder and harder in and out. Soon the pain is replaced with pleasure. I can feel his wet and slick condom covered cock rub against my ass walls and prostrate. My first ass fuck is far beyond my greatest dream of pleasure. I beg Todd to fuck me harder and harder as I jack-off my rock hard cock.

    Soon Todd is in such heat that he begins to pound my ass as he utters: “I am taking what is mine, baby. Your man pussy belongs to me and no one else. Ok? Breath baby, breath baby. Take it all. Clamp those ass muscles down on my cock. Make my cock tight in your ass.”

    We both moan and breath harder and harder as he fucks my ass for the longest time. I then feel his cock grow in my ass and I feel his balls rise up tight against my body. I know he is going to come. He yells, Baby, I am cumming, I am cumming. My first ejaculation is in a man’s ass and it is my best friend’s ass. Oh, I feel my cum filling my condom. Oh, shit! It is so great.”

    When he is spent, he slowly pulls out and comes up to my mouth and inserts the wet condom into my throat. I suck the slick condom. I pull the condom out of my mouth and slip the cum filled condom off his red hot cock. I take turns with Todd eating the cum out of the condom. It is so warm and salty. Ymmmmmmmm!!

    After a short rest, Todd says: “Baby, Sean, I want my virgin ass to feel your hot cock. I want you to fuck me so I can have the same experience as you just had. Take my virgin man pussy, please.”

    I place Todd on his stomach on the floor, spreads his legs far apart, lube his golden pink ass, lube my already dripping cock, place the condom on my wet and slick cock, and lube the condom. I loose no time as I want my best friend’s ass so bad. I try to plunge in but his ass is so tight that I have to stop. I take my fingers and work his asshole until it spreads open. Then I plunge in and drive all the way to the base of my cock shaft. Oh, his ass is so tight on my cock. I feel as if my cock is in a vice. I love the feeling. I begin to fuck my buddy harder and harder and faster and faster. Todd is moaning and begging for more. The sloppy sound of my cock fucking his beautiful ass fills the room with such sexy noises.

    I want to excite him as I say: “Do you like my cock? Does it feel good? I am going to fuck your hot man pussy until I explode.” Soon I feel my cock become even harder and larger. I feel the cum leave my balls and rush up my cock channel. It is now too late to stop the rush of cum.

    Todd realizes what is happening as he says: “Shoot that hot cum. Come on baby, shoot that thick white cum out of your aching cock.” The dirty talk causes me to have a second surprising round of thick ejaculate. I have never shot such a big load of seed.

    I pull out and Todd takes off my cum filled condom and pours the entire load into my mouth. We tongue kiss and have our second huge cum meal of the evening.

    We shower, cuddle for hours and play with each other’s once again hard cocks. We agree that our best friends’ experience since first grade will now include a life time of sexual pleasures. We pledge our love for the rest of our lives.

    Isn’t high school experiences and a buddy so interesting and special?

    THE END

  • The Captain and the Steward

    Captain Tim Holland was angry, annoyed and at odds with things. His cruise ship had docked in port at Southampton two days late from the last cruise due to engine trouble. And then the Chief Engineer had fallen down a gangway and broken his leg, just as the ship was docking. That meant that he had to remain to oversee the shore engineers who were to effect repairs and as the next cruise had been cancelled, there were now four weeks to wait until the next one, instead of four days.

    Other captains would normally have been able to cry off such a role, but his Company knew that he had a keen interest in engineering matters and had studied ship design and engineering in his shore leaves, so really he had no alternative but to stay. On the other hand he had nothing to do on shore and nothing much else to do on board, but keep sober, unlike many other senior officers he had known.

    To cap it all there was a heat wave. It was July and unusually hot, but the air conditioning normally kept the ship and cabins cool. Now there was no air conditioning as it had all been shut off. There was only emergency lighting too. His own quarters below the bridge were spacious and because of all the open portholes relatively cool with a slight breeze passing through. He also had emergency water for his quarters, a condition he had insisted on.

    The repairs had started and were going well. The onshore engineering guys had been all day in the engine room and the only consolation with the intense heat had been the sight of a couple of the younger ones getting more and more of their kit off to keep cool.

    He had also inspected the main cabins and passenger decks to see their condition. After all, it was his ship and through the Chief Engineer, the Purser and the Chief Steward he was responsible for everything. He could do what he liked. After noting some minor repairs needed, he decided to have a look at the crew’s quarters. He never went there normally as they were under the purview of the Chief Steward, but he was curious to see the condition of the decks and the cabins, and to inspect for any overlooked repairs. He knew it would annoy the Company if he reported additional maintenance requirements and that was the mood he was in.

    On approaching the crew’s quarters he passed the crew’s gym. He often used it, when he wasn’t on the bridge, sleeping or entertaining passengers. Sometimes he used it to avoid the entertaining, but that was his job, and some of the passengers were actually interesting. Not all though. On the last cruise there had been a woman on his dining table who kept on saying that he should marry, a handsome man like he was going to waste, and kept affecting surprise that no one had taken on the role of wife. Captain Holland had had to take her husband aside to tell them he had once been married, for ten years, but that his wife had been killed by a falling tree on her car whilst she had been on her way to meet him some ten years earlier, and he should tell his wife.

    It didn’t work. At the next meal the wife said how sorry she was to hear he was a widower, but then said the same thing in relation to him remarrying, in full hearing of the rest of the table. He hated discussing his private life in public and was becoming quite angry. However, at that moment the woman must have received a hefty kick from her husband, as she immediately shut up. She never mentioned the subject again.

    Captain Holland had another reason for not discussing his private life. As he had realized he was gay later than he should, his marriage to his beautiful wife had been a mistake he had made at 21, through, he realized, family pressure, and because he hadn’t really then known what the hell he was. The marriage had more or less worked because he was at sea for most of the time. But if he had been at home he would not have been able to keep up the sexual side of things. As it was, she had been a good friend and was a beautiful woman. He had been truly upset when she died, but her death had let him off the hook.

    Since then and during his career he had had a number of liaisons – one with an eighteen year old cadet, which he had been somewhat ashamed of. The cadet had not passed his examinations, and had later left the service. Then on another ship there had been one of his married officers, a relationship that had gravitated more into a drinking companion and a friend, who had as much to hide as he had done when his wife was alive. Recently there had been no one; just a few fantasies. He was genuinely too busy.

    Captain Holland knew he was handsome. He was dark haired with a neatly shaved close beard and moustache. He was 42, tall and as fit as a fiddle, with his naval cap on, people said he looked like the archetypical captain. No beer belly for him. Instead, through using the crew’s gym, he had kept his abs in excellent condition, his arms were so beautifully developed he wore his short sleeve shirts with a little too much pride, and his legs hadn’t atrophied by underuse, thanks to the running machines. Sometimes he ran round the deck, but passengers kept stopping him for a chat; another reason for not using the passenger gym, which all officers were entitled to use.

    It was in the crew’s gym too, that he could eye up the crew. Just eye candy, he admitted, as he couldn’t do anything. He knew that there was a rumour about him, as his officer friend had imparted, but providing indiscreet proof was another matter, and probably still a sackable offence. There had been one or two, well three, guys he liked noticing. One was tall, slim, fit and black. He had seen him in the gym showers stripped naked; muscular and very nice. Then there was a ginger haired young fellow with a nice smile and hung like a donkey. The boy had smiled at him, but the Captain had hardly dared reciprocate. Then there was a dark blond haired young man (he preferred the word boy as it was more exciting) with a broad, developed chest with beautiful pecs, and a backside to match. He had never seen him in the showers, but hoped he might. He was his favourite.

    He toured one deck. All the crew had departed and it was eerily silent. It was also incredibly hot and quite dark as the emergency lighting was inadequate. He descended another deck and opened a few cabin doors, shining his torch around. The crew really had small quarters. Six bunks in a cabin size that passengers would only accept two in. As he passed up the alleyway further forward he thought he heard the sound of music being played – probably from a radio. He found a light shining from under a door, and knocked on and opened the door. Another six berth cabin, but on one of the bunks lay a crewman in a white vest and underpants holding a magazine. Holland had the distinct impression the young man had been playing with himself. Certainly there was a large lump under the crotch of his underpants. Holland quickly turned away, pretending to inspect the cabin, and when he turned back he was sure he had been correct, as the lump had been rearranged.

    The crewman jumped to his feet once he realised it was the Captain. ‘I am sorry sir; I didn’t know anyone would come round the cabins.’ Holland wondered with amusement exactly what the young man was apologising for. Then he realised with a shock that it was his dark blond haired crewman. The shadows of the dim lighting had prevented him noticing right away. The boy looked stunning, his legs were muscular and strong and the chest under the singlet just as he had noticed. He was about two inches shorter than the captain, say five foot eleven.

    ‘What are you doing here?’ asked Holland. ‘I’m one of the skeleton cabin-cleaning crew,’ replied the boy. ‘The others have gone ashore this evening for a drink, but I didn’t want to join them. I’m saving up, you see, and in addition I think the lads may go off somewhere for the night.’ Holland in turn felt a little embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry for disturbing your break; you must find it a little lonely here by yourself.’ ‘I was just going off to the galley for a bite to eat,’ replied the blond boy. Holland thought the bulge in his underpants belied that. ‘But it isn’t just lonely, it’s really creepy. Every time I go to the washroom the doors creak. I can’t get out of there fast enough.’ The Captain laughed. ‘Yes, he said, even in port the ship has a slight motion, and doors do tend to creak on their hinges. I can understand.’

    Holland turned to go. Then had a thought – a rather rash one he believed, but what the hell.

    ‘I’m just going back up aloft to have my evening meal. It is always served at seven. You are alone, and I will be eating alone. Why don’t you join me? Then you can tell me, in private, about conditions here and how you enjoy your job.’ It was quite apparent from the stunned look on the boy’s open, good looking face that he was quite shaken. I suppose, thought Holland, it is a bit of an odd invitation. ‘On the other hand, he added, quickly….’ ‘No, no, said the boy, ‘I should like that very much. ‘Well,’ said Holland, ‘clean yourself up (wincing at his words as this implied a criticism he had not meant) or alternatively as water is badly supplied to you in port, you can use the shower in my quarters. There is hot and cold running water there.’

    The boy was even more astonished. ‘Yes, sir, of course, sir. What should I wear?’ ‘Just a singlet and shorts or trousers are fine. It’s too hot.’ The Captain needed a shower himself, as he was close to melting. ‘And bring some night attire. I can put you up in my spare bunk, in case we get a little tipsy.’ He smiled. ‘And we wouldn’t want you falling down stairs like the Chief Engineer, would we? Shall we say in half an hour?’ He turned and left, but not before noticing with private pleasure the astonished look on the boy’s face.

    Chapter 2

    Once in his quarters the Captain quickly showered and changed. White shorts over white underpants – standard issue, and a short sleeved white shirt and white socks, in brown sandals. He went to the living room where there were two double sofas facing each other over a coffee table. It was a clever arrangement because although all were screwed down to the deck, the two sofas opened up over the coffee table to form a double bed. It hadn’t been much used.

    Soon he heard a tap at the door. He opened it to find the boy in a clean pair of crew’s trousers and a clean singlet. ‘Have you showered?’ he said. The boy replied in the negative, so the captain took him down the alleyway to his small bathroom, gave him a towel and left him to it. The boy reappeared soon after with damp hair but a nice clean smell. He looked awkwardly around. ‘Just put your things over there’ said the Captain. ‘What would you like to drink?’ ‘I don’t drink much,’ said the boy, ‘but a beer would be fine.’ ‘Just what I’m having,’ said the Captain, opening the fridge. There was a silence as the boy watched the captain pour the two beers into glasses. He accepted one, and as he did so the Captain saw that the young man’s hand was shaking a little. The boy was nervous, he thought. Quite understandable.

    Holland decided to try to put him at ease. ‘Take a seat,’ he said, indicating one of the sofas. ‘I don’t even know your name. Mine is Tim Holland. What is yours? ‘Tell me about yourself,’ he said. ‘What exactly do you do on board?’ Holland guessed he was a steward, but wanted to hear from the boy himself. ‘Well,’ said the young man, ‘my name is Pete Lansford, and I was brought up in Plymouth. I saw a lot of ships from the window of our house, and always wanted to do something on board a ship. This is it. I worked as a kid in some hotels, and eventually when I left school, found work in a Plymouth hotel for a couple of years. Then I heard of stewards on ships, applied to this Company and with my hotel experience was accepted and went through their shore training scheme. I’ve only been working at sea here for six months.’

    Holland nodded. He himself had only been appointed to this command six months previously. Whilst the boy had been talking, Holland had had a reason for appraising the boy for the first time without feeling self conscious. He was more than good looking, and his drying hair was becoming wavy and looked very attractive. His chest in his tight white singlet was as impressive as he had observed and he just wanted to feel the muscles. The boy’s loose trousers hid his legs. ‘How old are you?’ he asked. ’22, going on 23,’ he replied. The Captain reflected for a moment on the boy being exactly twenty years his junior, whilst the boy shuffled himself on the sofa. He liked the boy, who seemed more intelligent than his job required. He was becoming drawn to him physically, and wondered if the boy was gay. He had to admit to himself that he really fancied him.

    He noticed the boy had finished his beer. It was still very hot even up on the bridge. ‘Would you like another beer?’ he asked. The boy replied in the affirmative, and Holland went to get two more. When he returned he was sure the boy had arranged his trousers a little closely around his crotch. There was certainly some sort of profile, whereas before the trousers had hung loosely. As he poured the drinks Holland began to have doubts about the wisdom of what he was doing. However, it was too late to stop.

    Before anything else happened, there was a knock on the door and the Captain’s steward came in, bearing a tray with food. The Captain checked his watch. It was exactly seven. He had a reputation for strictness and efficiency, for which he was admired, but it was also tempered with fairness, good humour and calmness under pressure. Some saw him as taciturn, but he felt too much displayed emotion would risk giving away his secret.

    Holland indicated the table and the boy joined him. They ate the cold collation in more or less silence; cold meat and salad with some bread. The Captain poured a coffee for himself and the boy, and afterwards they retired to the sofas. The Captain popped into the bathroom for a moment; beer always affected him quickly, and then returned to the main cabin.

    Instead of sitting opposite the boy, he found himself sitting down next to him. He hadn’t meant to do this, but had done it inadvertently. The boy looked surprised but pleased. Holland noticed that the trousers had been arranged in his absence even more closely. He became quite nervous with anticipation. He hoped it didn’t show.

    He thought of something to say. ‘You mentioned you were saving for something by being here’ he said. The boy nodded, somewhat sheepishly, but said nothing. ‘Well?’ said Holland. Pete decided he had better explain. ‘You will think this strange,’ he said, ‘but I want to go to art school, and decided to earn as much as possible to pay for it. You see, I have always liked drawing, and my teachers at school said I should follow it up. I also want to paint. I like paintings, especially old ones.’ The boy stopped, a little flushed and embarrassed. The Captain couldn’t help putting his hand on his shoulder – an act he intended as encouragement. ‘No, I understand perfectly,’ he said, nodding and smiling. The boy relaxed. When my wife died she left me the house – her family house. It is quite old, and has a significant number of paintings. I often look at them, though I don’t know much about them.’ The boy lost all his embarrassment and the Captain too felt more animated and less tense. ‘When she died some members of her family tried to retrieve them, but I had inherited them as she had wished in her will.’

    ‘I’m sorry to hear of her death,’ said the boy. The Captain, now trusting the boy fully, explained what had happened to her, adding that he had remained a widower, before stopping short of explaining he was gay, though he suspected the boy was fully aware of it. He felt that the boy and he had something in common, and felt the boy’s enthusiasm for his subject and his hopes for the future were well placed. He admired him for it, and he said so. All this time the boy and he had moved a little closer, and the Captain received the distinct impression it was deliberate on the boy’s part, and the boy really like him. He also couldn’t keep his hand off the boy’s shoulder. Was it safe to go further?

    He changed the subject. Swallowing hard, he looked at the boy’s flushed face, and his eyes drifted to his chest. Without much thought he reached out and touched the boy’s chest. ‘You have kept yourself really fit,’ he said, ‘and these are really firm and do you proud.’ He took his hand away, but the boy knew he had lingered just a little too long over his pecs. To the Captain’s amazement and relief, the boy leant over and kissed him. He reciprocated. Within a minute he was groping the boy everywhere – his chest, his back, his neck, his hair, his legs and his crotch – especially his crotch. The boy was doing the same, placing himself slightly on top of the captain on the sofa, with one hand on the front of the captain’s shorts.

    ‘Come through to the bedroom,’ he breathed, detaching himself. The boy had an erection, as had he, and his flies were partly undone. He locked the door to the main cabin, and propelled the boy down the alleyway past the bathroom and opened the door to the bedroom. The boy threw himself on the bed, his erection prominent in his pants, and looked around expectantly. The Captain threw himself on top of the boy, one minute kissing him on his mouth, his face, and his neck, the next pulling at his trousers. He got up and pulled them off. The boy was left in his white underpants and singlet and socks.

    The Captain thought the young man was the most desirable guy he had ever been with. He was perfect. He caressed his chest, but kneaded his crotch even more. The boy reciprocated by pulling at the Captain’s shorts, which he eventually undid and reached inside. His eyes grew wider and he said ‘Holy Hell,’ looking down. He pulled the Captain’s cock from under his underpants, and looked in amazement at the uncut, eight inch thick monster that he found. ‘I’m going to fuck you with that,’ the Captain smiled. ‘I should fucking hope so,’ said the boy, quickly removing his singlet, making to take off his underpants. The Captain stopped him. ‘Your underpants are mine to remove when I’m good and ready,’ he said. The boy smiled, sliding up the bed, naked except for his underpants and his socks.

    The Captain gasped at the boy’s beautiful bare chest. He stood back hardly able to take his eyes off the boy, as he removed his own shirt and his shoes and socks. He stood there in his underpants, his cock pointing out of the top, just admiring what he was about to fuck. The boy noticed the Captain’s handsome appearance, his fit chest, his abs and arms with both desire and anticipation. The Captain turned the boy over on his stomach. The boy’s arse looked as beautiful and as prominent as he remembered. It was firm and inviting, and he threw himself on top of the boy, rubbing himself against his back and his arse, whilst kissing his neck in wild abandon. He completely let himself go, turning the boy this way and that whilst he examined every inch, intermittently rubbing the boy’s cock through his underpants and sucking at it occasionally through his pants. He took off the boys socks.

    The moment had come for him to take off the boy’s underpants. He hauled the boy towards him on the bed, and lifted his legs over his shoulders. He noticed the boy’s downward glance of desire at his own cock still poking out of his pants, and then he proceeded to slowly remove the boy’s underpants. He saw a beautiful uncut cock, some six or seven inches in length, and below it a pair of heavy hung balls, above a hole, not too hairy, which he was going to fuck. He slipped the boy’s pants off and parted his legs wider. He leant down and kissed the boy full on the mouth whilst massaging first his cock, then his balls, and finally reaching round to his arse and his arsehole. The boy winced with pleasure and excitement. He felt the same.

    He kissed the boy’s cock, sucked his balls, and all round his arsehole, with the boy’s legs splayed back. Once more he turned the boy over. His arse was prominent and white against the rest of his tanned skin, and he massaged the mounds of muscle and flesh hungrily. He parted the cheeks to look at the boy’s hole again, which seemed to be so inviting he knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

    ‘Take off my underpants,’ he ordered. The boy turned round and stripped the Captain. He stroked the Captain’s cock, his balls and felt round to his arse. He obviously was overwhelmed with the beauty of it all. Now they were both stark naked – sweaty and naked, about to have sex with each other and to fuck until they came.

    The Captain reached over and took some lubricant out of a bedside drawer. He also took a condom. He wanted to be safe, and it prolonged the ecstasy. He again turned the boy over and made him crouch head down, knees down and backside up, so he could examine it. He loved its white mounds, its strong muscular presence and the way it flared out from the boy’s slim waist into the most desirable arse he had ever seen.

    With alacrity he kissed it, sucked on it even, and quickly put lube on the hole and on his own covered cock before inserting it part way into the boys’ hole. The boy gasped, but kept his eyes closed as he lay face down on the bed. The Captain slowly slid completely inside him. He then pushed the boy flat on the bed whilst he put his weight on him, and fucked him slowly at first and then with quicker thrusts. He ignored the boy’s gasps, his expletives, his desire to ‘fuck me more, fuck me more.’ He just fucked on in and out, occasionally raising himself up to see his cock sliding in and out of the boy’s beautiful backside, falling down on the boy again to screw him mercilessly until he felt the telltale signs he was going to come. He whipped his cock out, turned the boy over and positioned himself over his chest and face. His condom off, he quickly rubbed himself for a few more times, and then, removing his hand, he squirted spurt after spurt of cum over the boy’s chest, his neck, his face, his hair and his mouth. He squirted juice about eight times, and the boy opened his mouth to receive some. He was in for a surprise. He got not only some of the Captain’s juice, but his whole cock rammed in his mouth, whilst it squirted the last spurts down his throat. The boy nearly gagged, but accepted his cock, sucking and licking it as the final drips emerged.

    The captain lay down and wanked the boy off. Slowly and with measured pace at first, then faster and faster, with the boy bucking a little as his orgasm approached. At length and with eyes closed in ecstasy he let fly with five or six squirts of his own, one hitting the Captain in the face, and others on his hairy chest and an arm. The Captain licked the boy’s cock, sucking out the last drops, whilst the boy moaned quietly.

    The Captain got up, got a towel and wiped down the boy and himself. Fortunately nothing had gone on the bed sheets that couldn’t be wiped off.

    They lay down together, stark naked in the heat, the Captain with his hand on the boy’s arse, the boy with a hand round the Captain’s neck. They kissed and fell asleep.

    They were awakened by raps on the main cabin door. ‘My steward,’ said the Captain, wrapping a towel around his waist and hastening along the alleyway. He opened the door, just managing in time to throw the boy’s bag down the alleyway. The steward took away all the dishes they had used and confirmed he would serve breakfast as usual at 7 a m. ‘Good,’ thought the Captain. It was only 10 p m, and he looked forward to more with the boy.

    He returned to the bedroom with a couple more beers, and found the boy back in his underpants, but otherwise waiting for him. ‘Are you thinking of leaving?’ he asked? ‘No,’ replied Pete,’ with a smile. ‘You said you liked taking them off, so you can do it again.’ With that he leant back and the Captain noticed the boy’s erection under the underpants. He realized he too was getting hard under his towel. Having put the beers down, he took off his towel and lay down beside the boy, kissing him.

    He moved closer to the boy, kissing not just his mouth but his chest, underpants and thighs more and more passionately. He again put the boy’s legs around his neck, and slowly felt around and under his underpants over and over again. ‘I love your shape, your body and your skin, he said. ‘I love your cock, your arse, your arsehole, your willingness to let me fuck you.’ ‘Go right ahead, just get on with it,’ laughed the boy. The captain stripped the boy naked, and again fucked his arse with all the energy and passion he had pent up inside him. This time the boy was on his back, and the Captain leant over him to kiss him, whilst rampantly fucking him. The boy was bent double, his legs wide apart, when the Captain came, this time inside him. The boy wanked himself off immediately afterwards, with the Captain still in him. When the Captain pulled away, Peter gaped at the condom, which looked half full of semen. ‘Christ,’ he said. ‘I’ m glad you didn’t empty that milk bottle inside me.’ They both laughed as they made themselves comfortable on the bed, the Captain insisting the boy put on his underpants. He did the same.

    ‘I’m clearly not your first,’ he said. ‘No way,’ said Peter, ‘but I haven’t been with many guys. I had a friend for a couple of years, but we broke up. It was difficult, because we both lived at home and couldn’t have the freedom we needed.’ ‘Who was your first?’ he said. Pete laughed. ‘When I started my hotel job, I went into one of the rooms thinking the occupant had left, to clean it. A guy stepped out of the bathroom stark naked, looking fantastic. It turned out he was a footballer. I was flabbergasted at how beautiful he looked and just kept staring. The guy locked the door, came over to me and, well, felt me up, stripped me and fucked me. It was pure heaven.’ The Captain laughed. ‘What a good intro,’ he said.

    ‘Who was yours?’ Peter asked. ‘The Captain hesitated, and then told him not of the young cadet, but of one of his fellow officers on a previous command. The boy nodded. ‘It must be difficult for you in your position.’ They both then kissed again, and the Captain rolled on top of the boy. He became very affectionate, kissing and stroking the boy. This was the closest he had ever come to perfection in sex although he liked Pete too. He realized with horror what he had been missing all these years, despite his activities. Never had he felt like this.

    ‘Look,’ said the Captain, ‘all the engine room work I have to oversee will be over in a couple of days. I know this seems, well, early and inappropriate, but would you like to come to my house with me for a week or so? I won’t be able to see you over the next few days. I’ll leave you a letter in the rack, signed Jack – is that alright?’

    ‘Wow,’ said Pete wide-eyed. ‘Why not? I do have to go home, but I have another three weeks, and can’t stay there long now my brother has my room I have to sleep on the floor!’ ‘That’s done, then,’ said the Captain. ‘I’ll make the arrangements and leave you a letter with the details.’ With that, he kissed the boy again, pulled up a sheet and covered them both up to sleep.

    Chapter 3

    He met the boy by one of the customs houses away from the ship on the Friday afternoon, just after lunch. The boy threw his things in and, looking round, kissed the Captain quickly. ‘Gosh, I’ve missed you.’ ‘And I you,’ responded the Captain. He drove off in his hire car – a BMW convertible and saw how impressed Pete was. He couldn’t resist taking a glance at the boy’s shorts. They outlined his bulge beautifully.

    They drove into Southampton and parked outside a building in a small side-street. He took Pete inside, explaining that they were both going to be tested at this gay drop-in centre. Pete put up no objection, and an hour later they emerged, both with a clean bill of health. It was what the Captain expected, but nonetheless was a relief. He could now fuck without a condom. It took the boy only a few minutes to utter, ‘Holy Hell, does that mean I’ll have all that spunk up inside my arse?’ ‘Undoubtedly, yes,’ the Captain laughed.

    They drove into the Hampshire countryside, through a charming village and then up a side street for a mile or so. He then turned into a drive, and after a couple of hundred yards arrived in front of a large mansion. The boy’s face had to be seen to be believed. ‘You live here?’ he questioned, gaping at the house and garden. It looks very old. ‘Yes,’ replied the Captain. ‘It was my wife’s and she left it all to me. It is Georgian. My housekeeper lives in the wing on the right. She knows all about me; she has a gay son herself who lives in London. The wing on the left has a small swimming pool, and a gym as well as a conservatory. In the summer I spend a lot of my time there.’

    The housekeeper emerged and welcomed the Captain, not batting an eyelid at the sight of Pete, who she welcomed profusely. ‘All is as you expect, Captain, and there is some food in the kitchen for you for tonight.’ With that she turned back to go into her home.

    Pete and the Captain entered the house, and the boy looked with amazement at the paintings on the walls in all the rooms radiating off the hall. ‘These are stunning,’ he said. ‘Let’s put our stuff in the bedroom,’ the Captain suggested, leading the way up the stairs and into one of the principal rooms. Pete exclaimed how beautiful it was, with all the old antique furniture and the view over the front garden. He found the en suite bathroom, and, after using it, emerged to see the Captain on the bed, lying back, with a smile on his face. He also, noted the boy, had a large bulge under his shorts.

    The boy laughed and took off his shoes and socks. He dropped his trousers, coming across to the Captain in his underpants and singlet. He threw himself on the Captain, and they rolled on the bed in a passionate embrace, kissing, groping, feeling, the boy all the while trying to strip the Captain.

    The Captain stripped to his underpants, and lay the boy down on his back, kneeling over him. ‘I’m going to fuck you again, with your singlet on. I want to see how naked you look with it rolled up under your arms once your underpants are off and I am fucking you.’ ‘You have an underwear fetish, don’t you,’ said the boy. ‘I guess I do. I think it was because all the boys at school wore white underpants and vests and were largely unobtainable.’ ‘Largely? Pete questioned. ‘Well, yes, there was the odd wank, I suppose,’ the Captain grinned.

    He proceeded to kiss Pete passionately on his neck, his mouth, his face and his chest, lifting the singlet to suck on his nipples. He then felt the boy’s underpants, turning him over and over in the bed, and pulling at the boy’s cock. Eventually, he took off the underpants, and fucked the boy on his back, legs in the air, with a condom free cock, faster and faster. He had to get his lust satisfied after the empty nights since their first meeting, when he had lain in his bedroom, dreaming of the boy’s body.

    He fucked hard and long, once turning the boy to fuck his arse from the rear, turning him back to let the boy bring himself off when he came. They both came in unison, and both shot more than ever. When the Captain pulled himself out he lifted the boy’s legs, and watched his arse dribble spunk down onto the towel he had placed there. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. The boy was covered in his own spunk, leaking the Captain’s, whose cock was still erect, wanting even more. They laid down together, kissing and fondling each other.

    ‘I never want this to end,’ said the Captain. ‘You are just fantastic.’ ‘Well,’ said Pete, ‘can’t we go and eat, I’m famished.’ They showered and descended to the kitchen and ate, this time accompanied by one of the fine wines from the cellar. Then they fucked again.

    The End

    This story has a happy ending. For the next week the two fucked all over the house, on the stairs, in the sitting room, by the swimming-pool, even behind the hedges in the garden. They did it with their underpants on, through the fly, fully clothed or stark naked. The Captain brought Pete off in his swimming trunks, in the showers and, of course, in his underpants. Pete even screwed the Captain a couple of times, but admitted he preferred looking up at the Captain’s handsome face whilst being fucked. Neither ever seemed to be tiring of the other.

    The Captain sent the boy back to Plymouth to visit his family but above all to collect samples of his best art work. He took him to the University Art College in town, who accepted him then and there for October. The Captain would help fund his education. ‘I’ve got more than enough money,’ he said.

    Pete resigned. He had to do one more cruise first, but was then free to start studying.. The Captain resigned, after getting a position as Master of the main Yacht Marina. He had to serve out three months, and Pete stayed in town whilst studying, coming back to the house at weekends. Eventually he learned to drive, and drove home for weekends or whenever he felt he wanted to make love, which was often.

    They both lived on in Hampshire, visiting London, where Pete had his first exhibition. It was a success.

  • Opposites Attract – a Camili-Cat fan-fiction

    Mallor’s home was even more impressive on the inside than it looked on the outside. It was two-stories, and in it was a home-theater system, a fully equipped gym, and even an Olympic swimming pool that was on the outside under an indestructible glass dome.

    Cam followed Mallor through the ship on the search for Mallor’s son.

    “Venn!” Mallor called out, his hands cupped around his mouth to help carry his voice, “Where are you?”

    But there came no answer.

    “What the hell?” Mallor muttered, “Something’s not right here.”

    And he was right about that. As soon as they had entered the living room, which had a screen that made up the whole wall and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, they were both struck over the head, rendering them unconscious.

    After an unknown amount of time later, Cam awoke face-down on a cold hard floor in a pitch dark room, his hands cuffed together behind his back. Judging by the low roar of engines, he could tell he was on a ship that was flying at high speed. He attempted to get himself up to his knees, but as he tried, his head throbbed from the blow to the head he had received.

    After groaning from the pain, he heard a voice calling to him from inside the room. “Cam? Is that you?”

    “Mallor?” he called back, “Are you there?”

    “Yeah, urgh, I’m here.”

    “Where are we? What the hell happened?”

    “I don’t know, and I can’t tell where we are; my hands are tied up.”

    “Mine too.”

    Just then, a door opened, pouring light inside, allowing Cam the ability to see in his small cell. Mallor was on the opposite end of the room, sitting back against the wall with his hands behind his back, stripped naked the same as Cam. A tall lean-bodied Reptilian male in a maroon-colored uniform was standing in the doorway.

    “Good, you’re both awake,” he said, his voice monotone, “Time to go.”

    Two more uniformed men, identical to the first one, then entered and pulled Mallor and Cam to their feet, pushing them forward and leading them down a long hallway into a vast room, the control room, to be exact, where they were forced onto their knees. Standing before them with his arms behind his back, dressed in a maroon-colored uniform, that of a commanding officer, was an eight-foot tall, large-muscled Reptilian male. His entire body was covered in an armor of green scales, except for his face and abdomen, which was smooth yellowy-green skin. His face was frighteningly handsome, perfectly chiseled features and a strong square jaw, adorned with a number of gold piercings, two in each brow and three in his bottom lip.

    “Mallor,” he said, his smooth lipless mouth twisting into a malevolent grin, “What a pleasure to see you again.”

    “General Zaxxon,” Mallor responded in a near growl, glaring up at the man from under his thick eyebrows, the yellow of his eyes glowing like fire, “This is hardly a pleasurable visit, seeing how we’re here against our will and all. And besides, I thought I killed you.”

    “So you thought,” Zaxxon chuckled, “But I’m glad to disappoint you.”

    “Where’s my son?” Mallor barked, “Where’s Venn?”

    “Your son?” Zaxxon responded with a snarl, delivering a swift kick to Mallor’s stomach that was so hard that it knocked the wind right out of him, “He was supposed to be mine, but you stole him from me the day you and your comrades left me for dead. You thought you could take him and go into hiding and keep him all to yourself, didn’t you? You would have probably succeeded too, had you not left your ship unattended, allowing me to lock onto its coordinates.”

    “Where is he?!” Mallor growled, wheezing.

    “He is safe, for now,” Zaxxon answered, his wicked grin returned to his face, “He is in my home now, still sleeping soundly, I’m sure, from the sedative I had given him. He certainly put up quite a fit. He’s become quite a strong young man. It will give me all the more pleasure to break him.”

    “You will keep your filthy, scaly fucking hands off of him!” Mallor roared. His arms suddenly broke apart his chains, his rage fueling his already great strength, and he leapt through the air straight for Zaxxon.

    Cam followed suit and used his tail to grab the guard behind him, wrapping it around his throat, and hurl him across the room. He then quickly was able to pull his cuffed hands under his legs to bring them to his front, enabling his to punch and bash every single guard that came at him.

    At the same time, just as Mallor was mere inches from Zaxxon, the giant lizard nonchalantly dipped his hand into a small leather bag that was tied around his waist, scooped out a small amount of glittering purple powder on his fingers, and blew it free from his hand, expelling a thick cloud of dust directly in Mallor’s face. The dust temporarily blinded him and caused him to fall to the floor at Zaxxon’s feet, groaning and gripping his head, suddenly feeling strangely disoriented.

    In the midst of Cam’s fighting off his captors, he didn’t see as one of them snuck up and was able to knock his feet out from under him, sending him crashing down under his own weight. Before he could get back up, Zaxxon strode over to him and blew some of the purple dust into his face as well, flooding his nostrils and bringing tears to his eyes. Since neither Zaxxon nor any of his men had any nostrils, they were completely unaffected by it.

    “What…” he coughed, choking slightly on the noxious puff, “What is that shit? My head… cough… my head feels…”

    “Obedience gas, my dear young Felinoid,” Zaxxon replied, “This will allow you to be a little bit more, shall we say, agreeable. Now, cease your resisting, and allow my men to cuff your hands back behind your back.”

    One of Zaxxon’s men then unlocked the cuffs around Cam’s wrists, pulling his arms behind his back and re-cuffing them again. To Cam’s amazement, he was completely unable to fight back against them. Zaxxon was right, he was totally compliant, no longer having the ability to resist.

    “And since you’ve proven yourself to be such a nuisance,” Zaxxon continued, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs available, “I think it only fair that you repay us the old fashioned way, with your body. Men, set the autopilot. Do with him all you wish.”

    Zaxxon’s men did as commanded. They turned on the ship’s autopilot and eagerly stripped themselves of their garbs, swarming in around the bound and helpless Cam.

    “You,” Zaxxon then said, pointing to Mallor, then curling his finger in a beckoning sign, “Come here.”

    Though reluctant to obey any orders from this man, Mallor was forced to do so. He began to push himself up onto his feet, but was stopped.

    “No!” Zaxxon interjected, “Do not walk! Get on your hands and knees, and crawl on over to me.”

    Mallor’s body acted on command, and he growled at his inability to fight back as his legs buckled under him on their own accord, bringing him down on all fours, then moving him forward until he was at Zaxxon’s feet.

    “Good puppy,” Zaxxon snickered, scratching Mallor’s chin with his index claw, “Now be a good boy, and sit by my feet, and enjoy the show.”

    Mallor did as he was told and sat on the floor between Zaxxon’s legs, the man’s sharp fingers petting his head, though it felt more like he was clawing at them, forced to sit idly by and watch as the horny horde of males had their way with Cam.

    They had him face down on the floor. One held his head by his hair while another shoved his dick into his mouth.

    “Goddam!” he grunted, “This guy’s got such a hot mouth!”

    “Let me try!” another one standing beside him said.

    So the two took turns fucking Cam’s mouth, even trying to shove both in at once.

    Behind him, a guard pulled his rear up by yanking up on his tail until he was on his knees with his ass up in the air.

    “Fuckin’ great ass too, hehehe,” he chuckled. He then pulled Cam’s butt cheeks apart while another fell to licking and probing the tiny hole with his snake tongue, getting it wet before sliding the first two fingers of both hands in at the same time, stretching the tight orifice open unmercifully until it gaped.

    The ones that weren’t holding or fucking one of Cam’s holes had their hands all over the rest of his body, feeling and squeezing the hard furry muscles. There were a few hands that were rolling and torturously squeezing his balls, and were grabbing and tugging on his cock, rubbing their thumbs along his already leaking slit.

    “See how many more fingers you can get up there,” the one holding Cam’s ass open suggested.

    The one stretching him went to using one hand and slid in a third finger, then a fourth going up past his knuckles.

    “Come on! Let’s see him take a fist!” one of the men fucking Cam’s mouth bellowed.

    And he did just that. He was able to add his thumb and soon had his entire fist inside Cam’s ass.

    “Fuck yeah!”

    “Look how fucking hard he is!” one exclaimed, grabbing and twisting Cam’s cock, which was now hard as a rock. He hated to admit it, but he was truly enjoying all this rough physical treatment he was being forced to endure.

    “He really likes getting his ass stuffed, doesn’t he? Hahaha!”

    “Keep fisting him, I wanna see him cum!” the one with Cam’s cock in his hand said.

    “My pleasure,” the fister grinned, pumping his fist deeper and deeper inside Cam’s stretched hole while the other guard jerked and slurped on Cam’s cock, his other hand grabbing and pulling on his balls. Cam was grunting and groaning around the two dicks stuffed in his mouth, his face dripping with sweat, as one guy was shoving his enormous fist up his ass almost halfway up his forearm while the other was sucking him off. All of it was quickly getting him worked up, and it didn’t take long before he finally shot off.

    “Aw fuck yeah!” they all shouted, “Hell Yeah!”

    Just as Cam began to cum, the guy sucking him pulled off so that it could shoot all over his face, his mouth hung open so as to catch some in it. A couple others moved so as to get a taste of the Felinoid’s hot load as well.

    Seeing Cam shoot plus the vibrations his moans sent through his cock, the guy who was fucking his mouth felt his own orgasm building up as well. He held his head by the back of his neck to keep him still as he shoved his dick balls deep in his throat, flooding his esophagus with warm semen. Cam swallowed down as much of it as he could, taking quick, rapid gulps, but it came in such heavy torrents that he began to choke, drowning in it. Panting and spent, the guy pulled his cock out of Cam’s mouth. He was only able to get a couple of breaths before the other guy finished fucking his mouth as well. Luckily for Cam, he pulled out at the last second so he could cum all over his face, while the one who had just finished held his mouth open, forcing him to eat it as well. After he was done shooting, the guard slid his soft dick back into Cam’s mouth so he could suck the last of his cum out, then stepped aside so that the next ones who wanted his mouth could have their turn.

    “Damn, look how open he is!” one of the guards proclaimed as the one fisting Cam pulled his arm free, leaving Cam’s hole a wide, gaping crater.

    “I guess I better fill him back up,” the fister chuckled as he rose to his knees and slid his thick cock in Cam’s ass down to the hilt in a single easy thrust.

    “God DAMN!” he grunted as he brutally pounded Cam’s sore, stretched hole, gripping his shoulders and bowing his back at a ninety degree angle so the three who now stood before him could take turns with his mouth, “Even after taking a fist and a whole arm, he’s still nice and TIGHT!”

    One of the guards undid Cam’s cuffs so that he could use his hands to jerk the dicks that he wasn’t occupying his mouth with. The guard fucking him removed his hands from his shoulders so he could widen Cam’s mouth with his fingers, allowing the three men to shove all their cocks in his mouth at once.

    While Cam’s holes were getting stuffed, another three guards were below, two sharing his cock, licking up and down the shaft and slurping the swollen purple head while the third was squeezing and sucking his heavy balls, bringing him to another climax. The two who were sucking on his cock caught it in their mouths and swapped it between each other’s mouths and the third as they kissed.

    Feeling Cam’s ass muscles constricting around his cock from his orgasm, the guard fired off a load deep in Cam’s guts. He gave a couple final pumps before pulling his cock free, allowing the next guy access to shove his dick in Cam’s hot, tight ass, the semen left by the previous guard providing the perfect lubrication.

    Meanwhile, Zaxxon sat idly back in his seat, enjoying the sight of the gorgeous Felinoid male getting gang-banged by his men. When he looked down at Mallor, he saw that the man’s cock was standing fully erect and throbbing.

    “Come sit on my lap, pup,” Zaxxon told him, patting his right knee in an invitation.

    Mallor obediently crawled up onto Zaxxon’s lap, positioned so that his back was against Zaxxon’s chest, his head on his shoulder.

    “And keep your hands behind your back,” he was next ordered.

    “Are you enjoying the show, soldier?” Zaxxon asked him. But Mallor refused to give him any reply. His impertinence was responded with Zaxxon painfully twisting Mallor’s nipples, causing him to howl at the top of his lungs.

    “When I ask you a question,” Zaxxon hissed in his ear, “you answer me. Now I’ll ask again: Are? You? Enjoying? The show?”

    “Grrrr,” Mallor groaned, unable to resist him, “Yes. I am.”

    “Heh heh, yes, I can see that. Your cock is already oozing,” he remarked as Mallor’s cock began to leak precum that beaded forth from his piss slit, running down the length of his penis. As much as he needed to touch it, Mallor was utterly incapable of moving his arms from behind his back.

    ‘Son of a fuckin’ bitch!’ Mallor swore in his head, ‘Fucking obedience gas! I’m so fucking hard but I can’t move my fucking hands! Damn it!’

    “You want me to touch it, don’t you?” he then whispered in his ear, his voice low and husky, one hand stroking and tweaking Mallor’s stiff nipple while his other was very slowly rubbing up his inner thigh.

    As much as it sickened him to admit, this lizard bastard, whom he despised with every fiber in his being, was turning him on big time. The way he was touching him and his sexy-as-hell voice whispering in his ear, coupled with Cam getting the fucked silly by fifty guys at once just a few feet in front of him, it was giving him the hard-on of his life, and he needed to get off badly! And as much as he hated himself for saying it, he needed to get off, no matter who was doing it for him.

    “Y-Yes,” Mallor groaned, “Yes, I need you to touch me.”

    Zaxxon chuckled maliciously at Mallor’s complicity as he continued to slide his hand up his inner thigh, moving up until he made it to Mallor’s balls, rolling them around in his hand and tugging the skin between his fingers.

    “Mmmmhh!” Mallor moaned, tortured by Zaxxon’s hands playing with his balls instead of what he needed him to, “Come on, jerk me off already! I told ya you can touch me!”

    “Was that an order?” Zaxxon asked as he torturously squeezed on Mallor’s nuts, “Because you are certainly in no position to be giving any. Now, if you need me to jerk you so badly, just say please, and I will consider it.”

    “Urrrgh!” Mallor groaned at the thought of actually having to beg the son of a bitch, but he was right, he was in no position, “P-please.”

    “What was that? Say it again, dog.”

    “P-please, jerk me off! Please! I need to fuckin’ get off so fuckin’ bad! PLEASE!”

    “Since you said please…”

    With that, Zaxxon wrapped his hand around Mallor’s swollen member and began to slowly pump his fist up and down his shaft, while before them, things were getting rougher for Cam. While one of the guards was fucking Cam’s ass, another grabbed a hold of his tail and stuck it into his hole as well, double-penetrating him with his tail plus the guard’s dick. This inspired the guard fucking him to hoist him up by holding him under his thighs so that another could step up and stuff his cock up into Cam’s ass alongside his fellow guard’s cock and Cam’s tail.

    “AHH! P-Please, no!” Cam cried out in complaint, “Not at once! I ca… I can’t…!”

    “Shut the fuck up!” the guard adding his meat to Cam’s ass barked, “You can take it!”

    Cam’s complaining was further silenced by a guard gripping his hair and twisting his head to the side and shoving his cock down his throat. His cries and choking and gagging only served as further encouragement for the horny reptiles. The sight served to get Mallor even hotter, and it felt good having another person’s hand beating his meat while he watched, even if it was the hand of his mortal enemy.

    “Such an impressive hunk of meat you have, soldier,” Zaxxon commented on the penis in his hand, “So long and thick. I particularly love the sight of your foreskin peeling and retracting over the head. It’s as gorgeous as the rest of your body, especially when erect. It feels good having my hand stroking it, doesn’t it?”

    “Uhhhh, yeah,” Mallor answered in a moan, “Yeah… it does. Your hand feels so fuckin’ good jerkin’ on my cock.”

    “I bet you want to cum, don’t you, pup? You’d like me to jerk you and milk your cock dry, wouldn’t you?”

    “Oh god, yes! I wanna cum so bad,” Mallor moaned, already feeling his balls tighten, his load already building up, “I want you to make me cum! I’m so fucking close already!”

    “Mmmh, but don’t cum yet though,” Zaxxon purred in his ear, his hand on Mallor’s cock slightly tightening its grip, slowing its pace to a near snail-pace, his other hand sliding down Mallor’s ridged stomach to rub his balls, “You will not climax without my permission. Not ever.”

    “Ohhhh fuuuck,” Mallor groaned, “I’m so fucking close! The way you keep fuckin’ touching me like you are… I’m gonna fucking blow! Aohhh FUCK!”

    Just as Mallor reached that peak, Zaxxon ceased his stroking and merely held his cock by the base, not allowing Mallor to shoot just yet. This continued on for what felt like days.

    While Cam was still getting fucked by two cocks at once, the guy fucking him from behind lied on his back, pulling Cam down with him so his back was lying on his chest, his legs raised up and his ankles on the shoulders of the second guy fucking him. The guard beneath him raised Cam’s still-hard cock so that it stuck up in the air, while another guard threw his legs so his feet stood at either side of Cam’s waist. That guard then bent his legs into a crouch, sinking his ass down on Cam’s cock, while another straddled Cam’s chest and fucked his mouth. Another guard joined in by sucking off the one riding Cam’s cock; this mass juncture thus created one giant sex machine.

    As Mallor continued to be forced to watch Cam get his brains fucked out, Zaxxon kept edging him off, jerking and pumping his cock at varying speeds depending on Mallor’s closeness to orgasm, his spare hands roaming all over the rest of his body, feeling his hard, well-formed muscles, rubbing and squeezing and stretching his hairy balls, stroking and pinching his nipples, all while he licked his neck and ear, sometimes snaking his tongue inside. This had to be the most exquisite torture that Mallor had ever been put through. He himself had often enjoyed getting the guys he fucked worked up like he was being now, but he never really got to experience anything this truly mind-blowing before. His testicles were beginning to grow sore, and his cockhead was practically gushing precum like a fountain now; being witness to the massive orgy being enacted before him further magnified his need to ejaculate.

    “Ohh god, Zaxxon, please,” Mallor wheezed, his body hunched and tense, his cheeks soaked with tears brought on by this sweet agony he was enduring, “I can’t… I can’t… take… any… any more! I’m begging you… please, PLEASE… let me cum! PLEEEASE!”

    “Does my puppy need to shoot his load?” Zaxxon whispered, low and deep and seductive in his ear, “Hmmm?”

    “Goddammit, YES! I NEED TO FUCKING CUM! PLEASE, LET ME!”

    “Very well. Since you clearly need it so badly, I will allow you the satisfaction. Now, go ahead and stroke yourself,” Zaxxon told him, “Jerk your cock and play with your nuts to your little heart’s content. But do not cum until I say so, understand?”

    “Yes.”

    ‘Oh thank fucking GOD!’ Mallor practically shouted inside his head as he took hold of his cock and began squeezing and jerking himself, his other hand rolling and squeezing his swollen, aching balls.

    “Look at me,” Zaxxon then ordered him, “Look me in the eyes, dog.”

    Mallor did so, turning his head so that he could look straight into those dark slits inside the yellow orbs. Zaxxon then pulled Mallor back against his chest, his hands holding him by his waist, pulling him close so that he could feel Zaxxon’s enormous hard-on pressing up through the fabric of his uniform against Mallor’s ass.

    “Do you feel this?” he purred, almost growled, his eyes burning into Mallor’s as he spoke, as he humped up against him, “When we arrive at my home, I am going to make you my personal slave, my own little puppy dog. I will perform all manner of perverse sexual acts on your perfect body. I will stuff your sweet ass with my giant cock every day and every night. At first you may not enjoy it, but in no time at all, you will long to be able to service me. You will plead and whine and beg to have me inside you. You will learn to love every single moment we share together. Now, CUM!”

    Mallor was both mortified and enraged by Zaxxon’s words. He was no one’s bitch, and never would he become one, least of all to him of all people.

    Despite his revulsion, Mallor was unable to stop from shooting his load that had been built up for the last several hours.

    “That’s it,” Zaxxon whispered with wicked approval as Mallor’s cock expelled stream after stream after stream of hot jizz, “Cum for me, my puppy.”

    Mallor was quickly painted white from head to toe with his own juice. A couple spare globs hit Zaxxon’s own face. His long tongue extended to lick it off himself.

    “Mmmh,” he moaned, “My, your sperm is quite delicious. It will make it all the sweeter to own you.

    “Now, get the fuck off of me,” he then ordered, shoving Mallor off his lap, leaving him to collapse in a cummy heap on the floor beneath his feet, “Be a good dog and lie there until we arrive at our home. In the mean time, I’ll continue to enjoy the sight of your Felinoid friend being violated by my men. He certainly is a fine specimen. Though, not as fine as Venn. Now that is a beautiful young man; the model of perfection, he is. It won’t be long before I turn him into a greater cock-hungry slut than this one here. It will give me great pleasure to break him in. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

    As Mallor lay on the ground, soaked in cum, listening to the sound of grunts and moans and slaps of Cam getting gang-fucked by Zaxxon’s men, his whole body shook. Zaxxon presumed to think he was trembling from fear and sorrow of the knowledge of his and Venn’s fate, but it was truly out of pure, unadulterated fury. It was one thing for him to become enslaved, but when it came to his son, he was not going to sit back and allow this sadistic lizard freak to get his claws on him, much less in him. No matter what would happen to him, he was not going to let the boy he rescued, cared for, loved more than anything else in the universe, fall into the hands of the very man he had saved him from. He didn’t know how yet, but he was going to get Venn, Cam, and himself out of this, no matter what the risks.


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  • Clash of the Titans: Halo Haze

    Tyson plowed through the pool like the champion he was, the water bending to his will like he was a son of Poseidon. The cold water tingled as it lapped at Ty’s fair skin, he felt weightless– a joyful calm in his heart. The lean boy’s swim-sculpted body buzzed with energy as he free-styled, a grand grin on his cute baby-face. Ty reached the end of the lane and climbed out. As he stood he heard a whistle, Ty looked around–his baby-blue eyes scanning. There on the bench ahead of him sat two guys dressed in workout gear. One was a big, almost body builder-ish, guy with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His hulking frame had a wrestler-type build to it, which seemed to be bulging out of the black wife beater and basketball shorts he was wearing as gym garb. A scruffy chin strap framed his face, a sly smile on his lips. Ty felt his insides twinge as Ryan eyed him up, feeling naked standing there in only his speedo. The other guy he had known since birth, wearing a white wife beater and soccer shorts, he grinned–his was like a mirror image of Ty’s own. Jet black hair, dark blue eyes, and a lean soccer built build–Logan giggled. Tyson felt a smile of his own spread across his lips; Ryan just gawked at him shamelessly. Ty felt a tightness in his speedo, he lunged for his towel. Logan snatched it away before Ty could grab it.

    “Give it to me.” growled Tyson as he felt his dick become semi-hard.

    “Why so you can cover up that bangin’ body of yours? No way in hell” teased Logan. Ty lunged again, Logan passed to Ryan.

    “Come on guys this isn’t funny!” Ty barked as his face reddened, his boner growing ever harder. It did not help that both of them reeked of sweat and alpha male musk. Ryan and Logan only laughed, passing the towel back and forth between as Ty chased after it.

    “Fuck it, I’ma go shower now.” growled Tyson, blushing furiously, he turned and stormed off towards the locker room. CRACK! Tyson squealed as the rat tail stung his behind. “Knock it off you dicks!” Ty roared as he rubbed his sore butt.

    He glared at his brother and Ryan, but they only smiled back in return. Logan handed the towel over to Ryan, who rolled a new rat-tail– pumping each coil with power. The sting on Ty’s butt pulsed. Ty gulped, and bolted for the locker room.

    “Dicks!” Tyson huffed to himself under the steaming hot spray of the shower. Why do they torture me like that? Ty stiffened as his member throbbed, begging to be released from its skin-tight cage. Ty ignored it and continued to scrub, lather coating his body, his white blonde hair—a shampoo afro puff. Foot falls echoed down from the hall, each step sounded a fleshy smack as the person or people, walked barefoot on the tiled floor. Ty paid it no mind, it was a communal shower—no privacy. The guy rounded the corner and froze. Ty looked up.

    There in the door way was a tall red head, 6’3”, with a football player build. He had sea green eyes, short cut hair, and a handsomely cruel face. His creamy white skin was riddled with small freckles here and there. A neatly trimmed happy trail lead down into…boxers? Ty’s eyes snapped up to the red head’s face and he scowled. It was Eric Coin, the senior jock who hated Ty and Logan—but mostly Ty. He was jealous that Ty had Nikki as his girlfriend and claimed that he stole her from him. (He also hates us because Logan and I also lost our virginities to his Ex-girlfriend our freshmen year….at his birthday party…while they were still dating…in his bed.) Ty smiled evilly and went back to showering.

    “What are you grinning at punk?!” Eric barked. Ty just shrugged his shoulders. The football player scowled and trudged over to the shower opposite Ty. The showers hissed in the eerie silence, steam filled the air. Ty shivered as he felt pure hate radiate off of Eric, Ty could feel the jock’s green eyes boring into Ty’s back.

    Something hard struck Ty in the back; it bounced off and hit the floor. Ty looked down; a bar of ivory soap lay on the tiled floor. Ty snickered. Is that the best you got loser? Ty turned to smirk at Eric but as he did he came to face Eric’s broad freckled chest. Before he could so much as retreat, a huge hand caught him by the throat and slammed him hard into the tiled wall. Stars danced across Ty’s vision. The grip on his throat tightened. Ty gagged.

    “I know you are not smiling at the fact that you fucked Sarah, you and your clone. You think that’s funny punk? You think it’s funny to fuck every girl I’ve ever wanted?” Eric snarled, his eyes blazing with hatred as he choked the life out of Ty. “To ruin Sarah, to steal Nikki, and your clone taking that new ebony beauty that just transferred here. You think I’ll let that stand without vengeance boy?!” Eric slammed Ty again, hard—more stars. “I wonder how you’d feel if I fucked you over for once, no scratch that,” he glared at Ty, “I should just beat you to a bloody pulp, maybe then you’ll learn not to fuck with me!”

    Ty’s head was spinning, and everything was starting to go dark. Eric’s grip loosened, Ty gasped for air. Just as the air made it to his lungs, a thick fist slammed into his gut—the wind was knocked out of him. Eric grabbed the band of Ty’s speedo and threw him to the floor. Ty landed in a heap and slid a ways. He retched and sat up, to find Eric towering over him.

    “You know you and your twin are very pretty for boys. In the right light, you can easily pass for a girl.” Chuckled Eric as he lunged closer, Ty back peddled. “Since you keep cock blocking me, bitch, I think it’s only right that you apologies to the Coin Loin’s, a deep and gut-filled apology.” Eric hissed coldly as he slowly peeled down his boxers. “Kneel before a true man, bitch!” Eric’s boxers hit the floor.

    Ty sat stock still, staring up at Eric. The QB crossed his arms and glared down at him, almost daring Ty to contradict him. He stared up into Eric’s face, they locked eyes. Baby-blue—wide eyed—into sea green—narrowed. Ty threw back his head and howled—with laughed. Eric’s smile faltered. Ty giggled and cackled, tears building up in his eyes. His boyish voice echoed off the tiled walls, the showers sounded like they were filled with 20 hysterical Tysons. Eric’s nerve failed him.

    “Sh..Sh..SHUT UP!” Eric roared, sending a kick towards Ty’s unprotected jaw. Tyson stopped laughing. Caught the kick and pulled the leg towards himself. Eric stumbled. Ty coiled back his arm and then punched straight up—savagely. Eric doubled over, cupping his jewels. Ty kicked his other leg out and Eric crashed to the ground. Before he could recover, Tyson landed on his chest. Eric glared up in hatred. Ty cocked his right arm, forging a blade with his fingers. Eric hissed. Tyson swung his hand in a vicious arch and bitch slapped the shit out of Eric’s face. Eric’s eyes rolled in their sockets. Tyson leaned in–all innocence gone from his features–, his eyes merciless, his mouth spread in a wicked smile.

    Tyson whisper into Eric’s ear, “I understand now Erica, you were just upset cause all those females got to experience heaven and be with real men. And you just wanted your turn, right?”

    “Fuck you Tyson” spat Eric as he tried to shake him off. Ty chuckled.

    “No I don’t think that’s possible or what’s gonna happen here lil miss-think-she-a-man, not with this itty bitty baby dick.” Chuckled Ty. To emphasize his point he reached back and jiggled Eric’s small 3 inch dick. Eric’s face went red with rage. Ty squeezed, Eric stiffened.

    “Now Erica, let me show you what a real man looks like, feels like, and fucks like.” Ty said sweetly as he peeled off his speedo, Eric’s eyes widened, his numb of a dick stiffened. “Cause in this light, you sure look like a bitch to me.” Eric looked at Tyson’s 9 inch meat, then up at Tyson. Tears welled up in his eyes and he began to cry. Tyson looked on in confusion. Eric thrashed violently and managed to shake Ty off. He scrambled to his feet , went to grab his boxers and bolt. He turned and found Tyson in his way. Arms cross, a wicked grin on his face, and his dick pointing north. “Where do you think you’re going?”

    Eric back peddled until his back hit the wall. Tyson slinked closer and without pause, punched Eric hard in the gut. He staggered and then drop to his knees, clutching at the impact spot. Ty grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his head back. Tyson crouched and with his free hand fondled Eric’s lil dicklit—it hardened. “I thought you’d be bigger, to be honest I’ve never seen one so small.” Marveled Tyson as he fiddled with the little dick, Eric grit his teeth.

    “Don’t touch me you fucking f..” Eric began to growl; Ty slammed his head in the wall. Eric wavered in a daze.

    “You macho act don’t work anymore buddy, besides you like this. I think you actually wanted this, am I right?” Ty said as he looked up into Eric’s eyes. Fear was plain on his face. “Eric how come no one ever mentioned you have a baby dick? There is no way people would not gossip about this.” Eric’s face flushed, his eyes darting away as the truth hit Ty. “Eric, are you a virgin?” Eric’s eyes widened, he bit his lip and couldn’t bear to meet Ty’s eyes.

    “Hey big guy, its ok, that’s an easy fix.” Said Ty as he cradled Eric’s sobbing head. Ty felt bad for the guy….in some deep, dark, forgotten part of his soul (maybe in Logan’s half?). But more than anything he was horny and what greater revenge on the person who has tortured you all throughout high school than to fuck him—and make him your bitch!

    To Be Continued

    p.s:I’m glad you have enjoyed my writing, and for my story’s fans –there’s more fun to cum. Please comment and vote, it helps motivate me to write more. Also check out earlier adventures of the gang, that should hold you over until i write another tale.

    –Lokiboy


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