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I am 40 years old and have just recently been shown what it is like to be made into a full-fledged gay bottom man.

I am blond and in quite good shape as I go to the gym whenever possible. I am also handsome or at least I think so and I do turn heads when I wear my tight 501 button denims and form hugging tank top.

I never knew what it was like to have my ass fucked by a guy with a huge hung cock. And I mean huge. Here is how it happened.

I never even thought that I could be gay. I quite often check out other guys in the gym or at college but I am careful not to let them know.

Well there was this good looking Italian dude at the gym one day. I had watched him workout. He happened to glance my way one time when I was watching him. He motioned for me to come over and asked me if I could help him out by spotting him while he lifted weights. He was drop dead gorgeous. Very muscular and well formed. What could I do but agree to help him out.

He also spotted me and taught me some new techniques lifting weights.

We worked out for about an hour and built up a real sweat. Then we went to the locker room to shower and change.

He told me his name was Emanuel. He also told me that he thought I was a cool dude and maybe we could become workout buddies.

His locker just happened to be beside mine and he opened it and then casually took off his workout gear. He stood stark naked in front of me. He wasn’t shy at all.

And his cock, holy fuck it was huge. It was only soft but it hung down almost 6 inches and he had a huge set of balls too.

He saw me look at his cock and laughed, saying to me. “You should see it when it gets hard. It would put a horse to shame. But because I am so big no chicks have been able to take it yet.”

I stripped down as well and I am well hung as well. But I only hung about 4 inches soft. When hard I have 8 ½ inches.

Well we went to the showers and soaped up and cleaned ourselves. Then Emanuel asked me if I could clean his back for him. Damn I tried not to pop a boner. I was going to be able to touch this stud; I had never touched a guy before.

His muscles and tendons bulged he was a stallion. After I did his back he returned the favour. His firm hands rubbed my back and he actually let them slip down onto my butt checks. He gave me a soft slap.

Damn I was getting hot.

Well we finished up and got dressed, then Emanuel invited me back to his place for a beer. I couldn’t refuse.

He took me out to his car and we piled in, then we zoomed off to his house.

He lived just outside of the city on a small farm. He parked his car and we got out and he put his arm on my shoulder and led me into the house.

Emanuel pulled me into the living room and then in his deep husky voice,”Hey Dex how would you like to get high? It will be lots of fun.”

I answered him in an excited voice, “Sure doesn’t everyone?

So he got out a primo joint and then also asked if I had ever done magic mushrooms. I told him Ya I had done them on occasion.

So we sparked up the joint and had some mushrooms and a nice cold beer.

Emanuel said, let’s get comfortable. I hate wearing clothes when I am home.”

He stood up and dropped his pants and took off his shirt and then just kept on his underwear. His bulge was huge.

And he had a wonderful chest covered in hair. Not too much just the right amount.

I matched his movement and stripped to my jock strap.

He glanced at my ass and spoke out again. “Dang boy you have a nice shaped butt there. You must have really worked on it to get it that nice and firm.”

I laughed a bit nervously and thought I wonder where this is leading.

Then we sat on the couch and just talked and laughed as we got high. In about half an hour I was really starting to get a buzz. Damn I felt good. And I mean I was fucken high.

I felt like I was on top of a mountain and could do anything.

Then all of a sudden Emanuel put his hand on my knee and started rubbing it slowly moving it up to my crotch.

I let out a gasp and turned to look at him.

He had a big smile on his face and he droned out in his studly masculine voice, “Well Dex, I think that I can read people quite well and I think that maybe you might want to fool around. How would you like to play with my huge horse meat? You ever had sex with a guy before?”

I shook my head no but I licked my lips and my cock started to get hard in my jock.

Then I put my hand on his leg and crept up to his growing bulge.

He slipped his hand into my jock and grabbed my stiffened cock. I got instantly hard as a rock for him.

Then as my hand got to his crotch he reached up with his other hand and pulled open his boxer shorts. His cock burst out and stood at attention. My mouth dropped open. He really was hung like a horse. It was at least 10 ½ inches long, but what made it so big was it was a thick as a beer bottle.

Emanuel smiled at my with a proud look on his face.

And then in a cocky voice he blurted out. “Nice meat, eh Boy. You think you can handle it? I am going to teach you how to be a good cock sucker and maybe you might let me stick it up your hot butt.”

I was so turned on and so high, I looked into his baby blue eyes and in a quivering stammering voice said,” I will certainly try. But you need to know I have never done this before. Please take it easy on me, please.” I pleaded of him.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He retorted in a dominant authoritive voice, “I have some xilocaine ointment that I will put up your tight virgin hole. Xilocaine is the stuff that dentists use to freeze your mouth before working on your teeth. It will help to loosen you up. And besides, the bigger the cock the easier it is to take it. I also have a dildo that starts out thin but can be pumped up bigger and thicker as it fits in your ass. You will be in pure ecstasy.”

I was a little bit sceptical, but like I said I was really fucken high. I knew I could and would do anything. As a matter of fact I was getting really excited.

Then Emanuel stood up and pulled me up to my feet and took me into his Bedroom-Playroom.

Holy shit. There was a big king size bed and wall to wall mirrors.

“Don’t be afraid Dex, I promise not to hurt you and if at any time you want me to stop and take it easy I will. But I have a fantasy that I want to fulfill with you. I have some leather gear in the closet and a couple of toys too. Let’s get down and dirty. You OK with that?”

I started to get a bit afraid but he had such a studly a masculine friendly look on his face he made me melt. I think I would do just about anything for him. He looked so authoritive and in control.

Emanuel opened his mirrored closet and there hanging on hangers was a bunch of leather gear and there was also a sling too.

First he took out the sling and suspended it from hooks in the ceiling.

Then he turned to me and spoke out in a lustful voice,

“Dex, Take out any leather gear you want to put on and let’s get ready.”

We both went to the closet and started taking out leather clothes.

I put on a pair of tight form fitting suede chaps, I leather harness over my chest, some leather studded arm bands around my triceps, leather boots and a leather cap. Damn I felt so great. I was damn horny as hell.

Then I turned to look at Emanuel. He was stupendous.

He was dressed as a gladiator, with a metallic Roman skirt, a harness over his masculine chest. He put on a pair of leather sandal-boots. Then he also had on a pair of really hot gauntlets around his wrists and a pair of studded armbands. On his head he had a gladiator helmet. God I almost fell over with lust for him he was so hot.

He approached me and lifted me up in his strong arms and carried me over to the sling. He placed me in it and secured my legs to the suspended chains.

My head was spinning I was so high. It seemed like I was getting higher by the minute with anticipation of what he was going to do to me.

Then the fun started. Emanuel reached into a drawer by his bed and took out a tube of xilocaine ointment. He uncapped it and slowly pushed it up into my open ass. When it was about 3 inches in he squeezed it and emptied about half the tube into my hole. Then removing it he put in his index finger and started to work my virgin channel.

I was surprised, there was no pain. It felt so good. I let out a delighted moan and then he pushed in another finger. Then a third and the fourth.

He looked down into my eyes and inquired,” You Ok, Dex. You want me to stop?”

I was in heaven as I cried out, “Oh God that feels so fucken good. Don’t stop. I never knew it could be like this. Work my hole Emanuel, take me my Gladiator Stallion”

Emanuel started to spread his finger, stretching my hole wider and wider. With his other hand he reached into the drawer and took out a nice big dildo and then started to push it in beside his fingers. He was stretching me making me squirm in pure rapture.

I was moaning and groaning. God it felt so good.

“And now Dex, It is time for me to give you my hard cock. I want that hot hole of yours so badly. Can I please fuck you? Make you into my fucken sex toy? Take you all the way?” He groaned out in his masculine manly voice.

He towered over me with his six foot two fine muscular Gladiator physic, Strong manly face with penetrating blue/green eyes. He stood there with a big smile on his face. He had his big cock pulled out from under his metallic gladiator skirt and stood there looking down into my eyes lustfully.

Then he held the thick tip of his horse cock close to my opened no longer virgin hole.

“No one has been able to take me yet, they all say I am too big. You think you can take it? You want this man tool Dex? You want me to use that butt of yours?”

I immediately replied in a quivering excited voice. “Yes Sir Emanuel, I will certainly try to Sir.”

He let out a cry of amazement and drawled out, “Damn, Dex. Your hole is wide open, calling out, begging for me to come on in.”

He leaned into me and his hole stretching 10 ½ inch cock began to penetrate me. I really didn’t know if I could take that weapon of his, but I was going to try. He had opened my hole with his fingers and the dildo and it was still gapping.

There was no pain just pure pleasure. I was so excited, I really wanted it. He put his hands on my hips and then slowly slid his length into my hole, stretching me to the limit. Oh god, it was truly fantastic.

I cried out in pleasure, “Oh, God Emanuel, take me. I want you so badly. I need you. Please: Give it to me in its entirety.”

Then Emanuel let out an animalist growl of pleasure and then with all his strength he shoved his entire cock deep into my bowels. I though he was going to rip me open. But there was only pure pleasure. It felt so good to have him inside of me. It just felt right. I could almost taste him he was so deep inside of me.

Then he pulled out to the tip and with a big smile on his face growled out in a deep masculine tone,

“Oh Fuck Dex, your ass is so fucken hot. It is made for my cock. I am going to take it, own it, and make it mine. You want to be mine?”

I whimpered a subservient answer to him. “Yes God yes Emanuel, take me, and make me yours totally. I have never felt like this. I feel so good. I want it, I crave it.”

Then without hesitation he pulled me onto him and he just drove his cock into me.

His gargantuan balls slapped hard against my butt cheeks. It didn’t hurt at all it felt truly fantastic.

He started to piston fuck me. He pulled out and rammed in, each time shaking my entire body with his strength. He built up speed and was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. My hole was stretched to the limit. All the while he towered over me, my Gladiator, so hot so gorgeous, such a real man.

Then to my amazement he pulled all the way out and looked down and said with astonishment, “Your hole is gapping open Dex, begging to be used, calling out for my cock to go back in.”

Then he just leaned forward and his cock found the opening and settled in again. He repeated this move of taking his cock all the way out and then ramming it back in. My hole had become his property. He was sweating and dripping his hot ambrosia all over me as he used me. It was causing wonderful sensations as each drop landed on me.

He was plowing me to the extreme. He had such stamina and kept it up for at least an hour until he let out an animalistic roar.

Then with a final plunge he roared out in a loud voice, “Oh, fuck, damn, I am going to cum. Take my load Dex.”

Buried deep inside of me he started to gusher. He shot so hard it felt like bullets deep inside of me. I could feel it vibrating in my innards. Then I couldn’t hold back, without even touching my cock I too began to shoot. I covered both our chests with my load. He was still Cumming filling me up. There was so much it was leaking out and running down my ass cheeks. And he still kept Cumming. Then with a final cry of pure pleasure he collapsed forward onto my body and lay there quivering. I was in heaven; I never wanted it to stop. After a minute or two Emanuel stood up and pulled his cock out of me with a loud pop.

With my legs still in the air he went to his knees and then placed his tongue against my asshole. He started to rim me and lick his cum out of my hot moist hole. The sensation was unbelievable and I was shocked, here was this stud eating his cum out of my ass. I had never had that done to me before.

After rimming me for a bit he then stood up and then leaning over me planted a big cum kiss on my mouth, his tongue parted my lips and then he French kissed me. I could taste his sweet cum as he explored my mouth. It tasted so damn good. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I didn’t want to let him go. I felt so good, no unbelievably fantastic.

Finally he let me go and stood up. His face was glowing with pure rapture.

“Damn it Dex that was fantastic. I have never had sex like that before. No one has ever been able to take my girth before, I am too big. But it seems not too big for you. Damn, I want to see you again. I need your ass and I think you need my cock. Please say yes.” He begged me with a pleading look in his eyes.

I didn’t even have to consider. I immediately replied in an eager excited voice, “Emanuel, I am yours, you have tamed me. I have never met a man like you before. Anytime you want me just ask and I am yours. “

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I sat there on the ground, cold, alone, and breathless. I could feel blood pouring out of me, from my face and my ass. He was merciless to me. I could still feel the extreme pressure and pain from this man inside me. I had never been so scared in my life, and he left me for dead as far as he knew. I don’t know how, but I was able to make it out of the alley where the incident occurred and out onto the street corner. I leaned up against the corner, and when my head hit the wall, I blacked out.

I awoke to someone rubbing my arms, trying to wake me.

When my eyes opened I saw the most beautiful piercing blue eyes I had ever seen Then I saw the face around them, the smooth, perfect, pale skin, with the pearl colored hair. He was perfect.

I had almost no energy at this point, so the only words I could muster were “he…raped….me” before I passed out again.

The next time I wake up, I am in a hospital bed, with beeping all around me.

I realized that there was a hand lain over mine, but I didn’t see who it was until my eyes adjusted.

When I could finally see, again I was in the presence of the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

“I am so happy to finally see you awake” he said in the most serene voice.

“by the way my name is Cloud, I found you on the street corner last night.”

I was barely able to make the words “I..am….Micah”

“I hate that I had to meet you this way Micah. I am so sorry this happened to you.”

“how are you feeling?”

“thank… you… first…need…water” I replied, with a parched throat.

“oh, ok, here you go” he said, tipping the cup to my dry, cracked lips.

“much better, thank you, but, why are you here with me? Don’t you have your own life? I questioned.

“yes, but I have already told them I would be here, and I feel like I need to be with you after what happened. Even though I don’t know you, I feel a connection to you.”

I was speechless. Never had anyone say something like this. I was the one always pushed around at school, I had never dated anyone, and I never had any friends.

My name is micah Thompson, I live in New Orleans, LA. I just turned 18 last week. I am a senior in high school. I am 5’4, and 120 pounds. I am very skinny, with slightly tanned skin, and jet black hair. Im not the best looking person, most people think of me as innocent. If you ask people I know from school they would call me the “faggot twig” or worse.

I guess because of the shocked expression on my face, cloud continued “I hope that’s not weird, because it looks like I scared you.”

“no, no, its ok, it just shocked me, no one has ever said anything like that to me.”

Cloud then tried to lean in for a hug and just sat perfectly still and starting crying. It was too much for me. I didn’t realize how much last night had affected me. I couldn’t even come into contact with anyone now.

When he realized I was crying he back away “whats wrong?” he asked.

Once the tears subsided, I replied

“I guess I’m too scarred from last night to touch you.”

“oh im so sorry, I didn’t think about that” he said sincerely.

“its not your fault” I said.

“so where is your family or friends?” he asked

” I have no friends, and my parents don’t even live in the state.” I said.

“oh, im sorry again” he said.

“im ued to it by now, I’ve never really had friends, and the past 2 years, I have gone to school here, while my parents live in Detroit.”

“so what is your story?” I asked.

“well, my name is Cloud Cortes, I am 18, I am originally from Madrid, but my dad was transferred to New Orleans for his job last week, so I just moved here. I have 2 sisters, Carmen, and Claudia. Claudia is my twin.”

Before I could reply, the doctor walked in. “ahh, great to see that you are awake Mr. Thompson. How are you feeling?”

“well, im still in a lot of pain, and I have lots of bruises that are hurting,”

“well we will get you some pain for that, and could Mr. Thompson and I have some privacy for a moment?” he asked, looking at Cloud.

I chimed in “he is fine doctor, whatever you say, he can hear.”

“ok, fine by me. first off, your tests came back, and you did not contract any diseases from the person who did this. Also, the semen we found in you came back with a DNA match in the polices’ system, so they are trying to find the man who did this.”

“also, you are going to make a full recovery, and since you had no previous sexual activity to the rape, your recovery on your backside may take a little longer, but you should be perfectly fine to leave here by the end of the day.”

“thanks so much doc.” I said, before he walked out

“so were you ok hearing all that?” I asked cloud.

“I am fine with it, thank you for letting me be here.”

“no problem.”

“sooo I have to bring this up, the doctor said you had no sexual activity prior to the rape, what does he mean?: cloud asked.

“well he means I am a virgin, which I have never done anything with anyone…well, until now” I said

“im so sorry micah, I wish I could’ve stopped him from doing that, I feel like I owe you.”

“cloud, you don’t owe me anything, you saved my life.”

“anyone would have done that micah.”

“not in this city they wouldn’t have. They would’ve just thought I was another bum on the street.”

“well im glad I didn’t see that in you.” He smiled at me I blushed like a little girl “so is this the connection you felt?”

“yes it is”

“micah, can I try to hug you now?”

“yea, you can.”

When I felt his touch this time, my whole world lit up, it felt like something popped, all my pain went away. All thoughts of the rape were gone, it was all replaced by this beautiful specimen who is wrapped around me.

He let go of and looked me straight in the eyes, our noses touching together. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in closer and pushed my lips against his. Again, fireworks. It felt like my life had just been flipped upside down.

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The dreams were worse, and even more troubling as he kept thinking about sex with men. Everywhere he went he would see some guy he found attractive, evocative, intriguing. It had been weeks since he was able to have sex with Elizabeth, and she was beginning to sense something was wrong, that it wasn’t just stress at work, or not feeling well. She had begun to push for a weekend get a way, time for just the two of them. Connor wondered if that would do it, just go somewhere, the two of them, alone, away from work, away from the city, away from all the men. At work he kept finding himself staring at Jerry across from him. Jerry was attractive, average build, brown hair styled in a trendy manner, and a friendly personality. Connor would find himself daydreaming of what he looked like naked, or of catching Jerry in the men’s room and seeing what he held in his hand. It embarrassed him when he realized what he was doing, and it made him feel awkward around Jerry.

There was the waiter at Elizabeth’s favorite restaurant, the little place on the corner from the apartment. The guy was tall, jet black hair, with a lean body. He moved gracefully, no matter how many dishes he was carrying. Jorge was his name which was so appropriate with his strong Spanish accent. Connor caught himself staring at Jorge so often he was afraid Elizabeth was aware of it. But Jorge was so attractive, masculine, and time and time again Connor would find himself wondering what Jorge looked like naked and if he had an uncut dick. Wondering what he’d be like in bed.

There were the bike messengers, the construction workers over on 22nd and Main, the police officer who was directing traffic, and the guy sitting close to him now. Connor had left work early, having Jerry catch him time and time again staring at him, until he said he wasn’t feeling well and left. Connor didn’t want to go home, sit in an empty apartment and look at all the reminders of his life with Elizabeth. Instead he had gone in the opposite direction when he left work and ended up in area of town he didn’t frequent very often. He had wandered the streets for a while until he came to a small coffee shop, tucked up between two stores, its small sign painted on the storefront glass, and two bistro tables sitting on the sidewalk with two chairs each were all that announced it to the outside world. Inside, the narrow space was cozy, with one wall having bookcases filled with old books and art hung in between. Old sofas, chairs, and a couple tables sat along this wall, all of which were occupied. The opposite wall was the serving counter, where Connor moved and ordered a simple coffee. As he was waiting he was looking around, trying to see where he could sit. He also was checking out the patrons that were men. The guy using a lap top wearing a v-neck sweater and white t-shirt, dark framed glasses, with dark wavy brown hair, slightly long in length became the focus of his attention. He stared, lost in thought of what it would be like to go over and say something to the guy, to connect with him, to leave and go back to his place, until the woman behind the counter broke his train of thought, holding out his order. He stood for a second, trying to decide where to sit when the woman leaned over the counter.

“We have a sitting room in back if you’re looking for a place to sit.”

“Thanks” Connor replied as he turned looking through the narrow hall at the rear of the space that appeared to be a dead end. It had the toilets on one side and the support spaces for the serving area on the other, but as soon as he got into the hall he saw it wasn’t a dead end but turned a corner and an opening revealed a much larger sitting room. From the open structure hung old windows, large curtains and doors, dividing the space into smaller areas each with a different feel and furniture arrangement. Connor moved through a couple of the areas amazed the little shop had such a nice space in back, so much larger than anticipated. He made his way to the side of the space and sat on a sofa against the wall, realizing he did it to people watch. As he sipped his coffee and looked around the room his phone began to ring. It was Elizabeth. He silenced it, thinking she would assume he was at work and unable to answer.

As he sat there he looked around checking out the guys he could see from his vantage point. He watched as person after person came in, admiring several of the guys who arrived. Connor caught himself staring, wondering, having thoughts. One guy smiled back, but Connor being embarrassed at being caught looked away quickly, picking up a section of the newspaper lying close by. He was nearly complete with his coffee when he noticed a guy come in carrying a coffee and a novel. He was wearing black jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt that hung loosely on his tall lean body. He had dirty blonde hair, stylishly cut. He had on trendy glasses that gave him a casual, academic look. Connor noticed several others give him a second look, including a couple of other guys. When he walked in Connor’s direction, Connor, afraid of being caught staring went back to the newspaper he had in his hands. Suddenly there was the shadow of someone standing in front of him.

“Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat on the other end of this sofa?”

Connor looked up at the guy standing in front of him, with a friendly smile, gesturing with his head toward the open end of the sofa.

“No, please, go ahead and have a seat.”

“Thanks.”

For several minutes Connor sat glancing over at him, watching him read his novel. It made Connor feel anxious to have him so close. When he went to take another drink he found his cup empty. He didn’t want to leave, not now.

“Excuse me, but I’m in need of a refill and don’t want to lose my seat; would you mind…” and the guy interrupted him.

“No, no, by all means. I don’t mind keeping your place.”

“I appreciate it…” and he hesitated, then took a chance. “Can I get you something while I’m up?”

The guy looked at him, smiling mischievously, knowing Connor was trying to flirt.

“No I’m fine, but…you can tell me your name.”

“My name? Oh, I’m Connor.”

“Connor. I’m Winston.”

“Winston, it’s nice to meet you. Thanks for watching my place; I’ll be right back.”

Connor was freaked out, excited, anxious as he went to get a refill. He knew he should leave, that nothing could happen, knew it had to be getting late. He got his order and went over to a book case and quickly browsed the shelves. A book of photographs taken in the fifties of the city caught his eye. He made his way back to his seat, where Winston was reading his novel. Connor sat and began to look through the book and was actually able to focus, finding several shots interesting. He looked at photographs of the commercial district with cars parked all along the sidewalks, old office buildings, hotels, and residences, several of which have since been torn down. He was looking at one old office building with a unique front and remembering it still existed near his office.

“I live in that building” Winston stated to him, catching Connor off guard.

“Really, you live in this one, for I know it. Where I work is close to it. But it says it is an office building.”

“It was, but now it is apartments; it is a great old building, but the summers can be a little hot.”

“Well, most of these old buildings do have a few problems.”

Connor found himself in conversation with Winston. Casual, friendly, they conversed for a long time, talking about the old buildings that still existed in the area, where they worked and about themselves. Connor told Winston where he was from, where he went to college and a lot of other things, trivial things, but not one word about Elizabeth. They both found their drinks completed and a for a moment, an odd silence existed between them. Connor wondered how to keep talking, how to prolong this encounter for he didn’t want it to end, not now when he was having so much fun just talking with Winston. But he knew he should let the afternoon end. He knew he should go home, back to the life he had prepared for himself, the one everyone expected of him.

“Connor, I didn’t realize how late it has gotten. I’m famished; would you like to go grab dinner somewhere? I know a couple of great little places nearby…or we could go to my place and throw something together?”

“Dinner? Well, I should be going; I mean…what time is it anyway?”

“It’s almost seven.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late. But…”and he hesitate, wondering what he should do, what he wanted to do. He looked over at Winston, at the way he was smiling, waiting for him to answer, they way his five o’clock shadow was coming in more brown than his hair, which was so messed up from him running his hand through it, but still looked so good, he looked at the high cheek bones, the strong line of his jaw, and the dimples in his cheeks as he smiled.

“Yeah, let’s grab dinner…your place sounds good if it is really no trouble.”

“My place it is. Let’s get out of here.”

On the sidewalk walking to Winston’s place, the sun had moved low enough to cast all the streets in shadow. It wouldn’t be completely dark until around nine but the shadows cast by the buildings brought the street lamps on making the light soft, the shadows dark. Winston’s apartment building looked exactly like the photograph. Only the trees in the sidewalk openings were a give a way of a lot of time having passed. Winston lived on the top floor and soon they were entering his apartment. It was a cozy apartment with a small living dining room, a little galley kitchen off to one side and on the other, through French doors, the bedroom. The bed sat directly through the door opening, only a few feet away. It was a large old iron frame bed with white comforter, white blanket and white pillows. Connor was staring at it when Winston spoke to him from the kitchen.

“You like fish?”

“Fish? Yeah, I like fish.”

“Great; I bought some this morning on a whim. I’ll throw together a salad while it cooks and we’ll be able to eat soon. ”

Winston had their meal prepared and on the table in a short time. They sat opposite each other as they ate and talked. Connor kept looking at Winston, looking at his easy manner, his smile with the dimples, the way his eyes (they were blue) kept a strong focus on him when he was talking. Time seemed non-existent, as he was in the moment, listening to Winston talk, with his smoky voice and the accent that occasionally crept into it. Something New England he thought. After dinner Winston told Connor to sit down and relax while he just put the dishes in the sink. While Winston cleared the table, Connor moved to the large window that made the small living area seem so open. He watched the people walking by on their way out for the night, or coming in from a long day. He watched the cars go by, and they way one window after the next would light up in the buildings across the street. The overhead light shut off leaving only a lamp on, allowing the view out the window to become more vibrant. As he stood there he sensed Winston’s approach, but he didn’t turn.

“Do you have to be anywhere soon?” Winston asked as he approached Connor.

“No” Connor replied, barely audible.

“Good” Winston said as he came up behind Connor, putting his arms around his waist. Winston nuzzled his face up to Connor’s neck, ran his nose and mouth over Connor’s ear and through his hair. Connor leaned back into him, letting himself do what he always wanted, always dreamed. Winston took Connor’s chin and turned his head so he could kiss him, lightly, gently on the lips. Connor responded, almost desperate, hungrily, turning in Winston’s arms to face him, to bring their bodies together, to be able to kiss, passionately. Winston ran his hands down Connor’s back, over his ass, pulling them tightly together.

“Let’s go to the bedroom” Winston whispered in Connor’s ear.

By the bed, Winston stopped Connor from undressing himself, telling him he’d do it. Slowly, carefully, Winston removed each garment Connor was wearing, laying it over a chair against the wall. He removed his shirt, his belt, his shoes and socks, one at a time, and while on his knees, he pulled down Connor’s pants, helping Connor pull his legs free. Connor’s boxers were starting to tent out, his cock flexed up, starting to get erect. Winston ran his hand over it, squeezed it, making it harden up; he rubbed it through the fabric. Winston then slid them down, getting Connor to step out of them. Winston looked up at Connor who had a glazed look to his eyes, a look lost to this moment. Winston stood up and pulled Connor’s naked body to him, held him tight, felt his warmth, his hardening cock, as he kissed him, as he ran his hands down Connor’s back and ass, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Connor loved the feel of Winston against him, even clothed, but he knew what he needed to do. Connor then began to undress Winston, and as Winston had done, he took each garment off carefully, laying each over his own clothes. When he was on his knees helping Winston remove his pants, he couldn’t help but look at the bulge in Winston’s boxers, the way his cock pushed out, tenting them. When the pants were removed and safely laid to the side, he reached up, and for the first time, felt another man’s erection. Felt it through the fabric flex in his hand. He moved his face into the fabric and smelled the scent of Winston, his masculine smell, and he felt Winston’s cock move upward as it slid along his face under the fabric. The head pushed up over the waist band and Connor leaned up and kissed it, a simple kiss with the lips, then he took the waist band in his hand and carefully lowered the boxers the floor, getting Winston to step out of them. Connor laid the boxers on top of the pants and turned back to Winston, looking at his cock, they way its skin was darker than the rest of him, they way his pubic hair spread over the top, the way his balls hung loose, and they way the head of his cock drooled out pre-cum, just a small drop at first, and Connor instinctively moved to it, putting out his tongue and licked it off. The taste was exotic to him, slightly sweet, forbidden. He moved forward and put his lips to the head and then allowed it to slide into his mouth, move over his tongue and push back toward his throat. He loved the feel of it in his mouth, the smoothness of the skin over the hard shaft, the feel of it sliding over his tongue as he moved his head back and forth. He worked himself on Winston’s cock, moved along its length, made it wet, slick, hot. He pulled tight to Winston, feeling his legs against him, and the way his own cock slid along the side of Winston’s hairy calves, exciting him more.

Winston pushed his head back slowly, letting his cock slip free, bobbing in the air, wet, glistening in the dim light of the room. Winston pulled Connor up and then pushed him on the bed, gently, laying him down and sliding in beside him, running his hand over Connor’s chest, downward, over his stomach to his cock. He strokes it slowly as he leaned over, nuzzling his face into Connor’s neck, nibbling on his ear, running his nose through his hair, loving the smell of him. He moved over on top of Connor, his tall lean body covering Connor’s, as Connor ran his hands down the curve of Winston’s back and over the curve of his ass. He holds each cheek and pulls him tight against his own body, feeling warm flesh against warm flesh, cock against cock. Their loving making is slow, gentle. Winston senses Connor is not one to rush, to push too quickly, for he seems timid at times, unsure of himself.

Connor has no sense of time, of place, just this present sensation, letting the feel of it take him along. At times he wants to go faster, to push Winston to go further, but then he’s unsure, afraid almost of what it would mean to continue, what it’d be like to actually go further, to let Winston penetrate him, to push his cock into him. But he also knows it is what he wants, to feel Winston inside of him, to penetrate him with his cock, to fuck him.

Connor spreads his legs out, wrapping them around Winston’s waist, as he shifts his body, moves it against Winston, an urgency building within him. He leans his head back, stretches out his back, arches up against Winston, feeling his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth on his skin, moving over his neck, around one ear then the other. Winston takes his head and kisses him roughly, passionately, tongue shoved deep into his mouth. When Winston pulls back he looks at Connor, his skin flushed, slightly wet with sweat, his hair all messed up.

“I want to fuck you” Winston says to him, softly, barely breaking the quiet of the room. Connor pulls Winston to him, grabs his ass and grinds his cock into Winston’s cock.

“Yes…put it in me…but…easy…” Connor was stammering as he made out with Winston. Winston rose up, took his cock and ran it up and down Connor, letting him feel its hardness, letting it smear its wetness over him. Whenever he ran over Connor’s opening, he felt Connor push up, eager, ready. Winston finally put the head of his cock to Connor’s opening and penetrated him, slowly, pushing in fractions of an inch, and then pulling back. He pushed in further each time, pulling out slightly, stretching Connor’s opening, preparing him. Winston kept working his hips, pushing more and more cock into Connor until he was finally all the way in, his cock speared into Connor as far as it could go. Winston held still a moment, feeling his cock gripped at the ring of Connor’s opening, feeling the shaft buried in his warmth. Connor was tense under him, his skin tight, his muscle knotted.

“Oh fuck…” Connor moaned.

Winston began to move his cock, pull back a little, push back in, working it through Connor’s tightness, feeling him slowly loosen up, take him. He worked to an ancient rhythm, his hips moving in an arc, pushing and pulling his cock through Connor. He held him tight, wrapped up in his arms, feeling the tension leave his body, feeling him respond, to push up when he pushed downward, spearing his cock into Connor’s depths. Winston rose up over Connor, looked down on him, his skin glistening from sweat where their hot bodies had been together, working in rhythm, interlocked, and he shifted slightly, got a better angle as he took Connor’s hands and pulled them over his head, holding him down. Stretched out, skin tight, Connor was lost in the sensation, one he had only dreamed, one he didn’t truly understand until now. He submitted to Winston, took his fuck, worked with his thrusts, as he felt the penetration deep within himself, the fullness of it. Winston’s pace quickened, his hips arcing harder, faster, slapping up against Connor. It made Connor’s heart race to feel the surge, the quickening pace.

“Fuck…harder…” he stammered as he arched his back up, pushing down with his hips, meeting the downward thrusts of Winston. Sweat began to drip on to him, coming from Winston’s hair. His body shinned in the dim light, and Connor could feel the heat of him, as Winston thrust himself into his body. Winston’s rhythm got ragged, rough, as he pushed in harder as if he was trying to shove his whole body into Connor. He plowed through Connor’s insides, pushing his cock as far as it would go.

“Shit…I’m going to…” and his slammed down hard, shoving into Connor, pushing his cock into him as he came. He jerked back and shoved in as he shot again, and then he gave short stabs, pumping his load into Connor, pushing it into him, smearing his thrusting cock through it, feeling the heat of his exertion finally overtake him. Winston fell slowly down on Connor, his mouth coming to Connor’s mouth, their lips meeting, parted, tongues dueling as their hot heaving bodies rested against each other. They lay still for a few minutes, their breathing slowing. Connor was still hard, but was satisfied to just lie there, to feel Winston against him. His taking Winston, taking his fuck was enough for now he thought, but soon Winston got up and moved down, running his tongue over his skin, over his neck, down his chest, nibbling each nipple, biting them, tugging them slightly, making Connor push up, the sensation like none he’d ever experienced before, the way he felt the pain hit his brain, the pleasure of it hit his cock. Winston moved further down, running his tongue into Connor’s navel, licking out the pool of pre-cum and sweat that had collected there before moving down further. He lifted Connor’s cock up, felt its hardness, the thickness of its erect state, gripped it tightly and squeezed it, feeling it flex in his hand. He moved down, sliding his mouth over the head. Connor gasped as Winston’s warm slick mouth moved down over his cock. He moved his head slowly down, up, down, up, over and over, feeling the shaft slide through his mouth, over his tongue.

Connor pushed up, pumping his cock through Winston’s hand and into his mouth. The sensitive head raking over Winston’s tongue, sliding against his teeth, pushing into his throat made him feel it down his spine and in the tightness of his muscles. He wanted to cum, wanted to pump his load out, but Winston stopped and pulled up. The cooler air hit his cock, taking the heat from it, the need to cum. Winston shifted up and over his hips, took his cock in hand, and rubbed his ass back and forth over the wet slick head, feeling it slide over his opening, stroking his need, his desire to be penetrated. Slowly he dropped down, feeling the head penetrate him, push up into his depths. He loved the feel of it, the way Connor’s cock breached him, speared him, slide through his insides, hot, wet, slick. Winston moved down all the way and then back up, over and over he moved, pumping his hole over Connor, feeling the stretch, the tightness. Connor pumped his hips with Winston’s movements, meeting him in a hard slap, slamming his cock all the way in. Their rhythm was rough, breathing hard, their body heat rising. Connor sat up, wrapped his arms around Winston. He was urgent, insistent, as he rolled Winston over on his back, pushing his legs up as he pushed back into him. Pushing hard cock all the way into Winston, lost in the feel of it, the grip around his cock as it slid through Winston’s opening. He quickly hit a frenzied pace, slamming his cock in and jerking it out, hammering Winston, trying to shove himself into Winston as hard and as far into him as he could. His pace was too much, too hard, and he quickly degenerated into a fucking machine, lost in his lust, his need to pump himself empty. He cums, hard, shooting deep into Winston, then pulls back and slams the second ejaculation into him, then grinds his cock through Winston’s stretched out hole, slick with his cum, as he falls down on Winston. Their breathing is ragged; the sweat between them soon cools on their skin, sucking the heat from them.

After a few minutes, Winston turns Connor to him and kisses him lightly on the lips.

“That was very nice” he tells Connor in his understated manner. Connor smiles back and snuggles up to him. Winston leans up and pulls the cover back over them and settles down next to Connor. Soon an exhausted sleep takes them.

The sun breaks through the blinds and wakes Connor. He opens his eyes and for a moment is confused, almost panicked at not recognizing his surroundings, but he quickly remembers. He is in bed with Winston, feels Winston’s arm wrapped over him, his naked body spooned up to him. It’s nice, waking like this. But soon the reality barges into his mind, and he realizes he has to get up. He has to get home, then to work. He has to face Elizabeth. Winston stirs as he gets up. Connor tells him he has to go, has to get home to change clothes and get to work. He doesn’t mention Elizabeth, knowing it is one thing he can’t talk about, not like this. Winston pulls a note pad and pen from the nightstand for them to exchange phone numbers, which they do quickly, then Connor dresses, kisses Winston and heads out.

He gets to his apartment just as the early morning commuters are heading out. He comes up to his door and enters. Almost immediately he knows something is different. The apartment seems empty. He quietly moves through the living room and heads to the bedroom. The door is open and when he enters the bed is made. It hasn’t been slept in, and in the middle of the bed sits an envelope with his name written in Elizabeth’s handwriting. He realizes she has left. Her note isn’t vindictive, but is blunt, about his growing distance, his obvious attractions he doesn’t seem able to accept and when he wasn’t at work and wouldn’t pick up yesterday, she knew he had to be moving further away from her and it was obvious she would have to make the first move. She was leaving, letting them each find their way.

He sat on the bed for a long time, contemplating the letter, wondering if he should try to get her back, and quickly realizing how foolish that notion was in light of everything. He finally got up and went into the bathroom to shower. After a long hot shower, he slowly got dressed and headed out. He called the office on his way down to let them know he was going to be late. On the sidewalk, as he was walking to work, he called Winston. The phone rang twice then he heard Winston’s voice say hello.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you last night was…special for me. Thanks for everything…I mean…well, I don’t know how you…think of last night…but I…” Connor was stammering, almost afraid to ask if Winston wanted to go out again, or if he considered last night just a hook up.

“Connor…Connor” Winston interrupts him “I’d love to go out with you again. How about tomorrow night? You can come over about seven and we’ll go out.”

“Sounds good; it’s a date.”

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I started my family unexpectedly at the age of eighteen. When my girlfriend announced that she was expecting, we married but it wasn’t a happy time. She wanted to party and when our son was nine months old she walked out on us and I filed for divorce. I got full custody of him and thus began our life.

Mike and I were very close. We were more like brothers since I was only eighteen years older than he.

We made it through good times and bad, but remained close, but I later found out that we both had secrets.

Mike entered the local college and things were going great. We were closer than ever.

One Wednesday afternoon he came in and said, “Hey Dad. Clay wants Greg and I to go up to their camp with him this weekend. Do you mind? We have Monday off from school so we’d leave Friday after class and come back Monday afternoon.”

“I don’t mind at all, son. Go and have fun,” I said.

I had an ulterior motive. I would be able to spend the weekend with Brad, my friend with benefits from work. Brad and I had been having sex for the last three years, mostly at local motels since he lived at home and took care of his aging mother. We seldom had more that just a couple of hours together.

The next day at work, I told Brad of the plans and he made arrangements for a professional sitter to stay with his mom for the weekend.

Friday arrived and shortly after lunch, Mike called and said that they were on their way to the camp. I told him to have fun and be careful.

Brad and I both left work early and headed straight to my place for some hot sex. Upon arriving, we quickly stripped and headed for the bed for a hot sixty-nine.

Brad was my age, thirty-six, and extremely well built. I loved his muscles and he loved my hairy chest.

We completed our sixty-nine and later fucked each other, lovingly filling each others holes with our loads.

Since Mike was out of town, we decided to go to a local gay bar. To be extra safe, we used Brad’s car.

We had been at the bar for just over a half hour, when I glanced toward the door and froze. There near the door, wearing a tight tank top and skin tight jeans stood Mike, holding a beer and kissing another hot guy.

“Brad, you’ve got to hide me some how,” I said.

“Why baby? What’s up?”

“You see that guy over by the door in the white tank?”

“Yea,” he replied, then said, “Fuck, he looks like the picture of Mike that you have on your desk.”

“Baby, it is Mike. What am I going to do?”

“Mike doesn’t know me. I’ve got a light jacket in the car with a hood. I’ll go get it for you to put on.”

He left and quickly returned, handing me the jacket. I hurriedly put it on and pulled the hood over my head.

We continued to watch Mike for a while as he kissed several guys and groped their crotches.

After a while, We saw him work his way to a table over in a corner and a few moments after sitting down, the guy next to him opened his fly and extracted his hard cock. I watched as my own son leaned over and began sucking it.

I didn’t mine that Mike was gay. Hell, I was, but it was strange seeing my own son suck another guys cock.

As Mike sucked the guy, I turned to Brad and said, “Now’s our chance to leave unnoticed.”

As I headed for the door, Brad paid our tab and we returned home.

As we drove home, I told Brad that I wasn’t upset that he lied about where he was going to be. I said that I understood that he wanted to maintain his secret. What did bother me was that he was in a bar and drinking beer, undoubtedly with a fake ID.

During the weekend the vision of Mike sucking cock kept returning to me and was a huge turn on.

I discussed with Brad several ideas about how to come out to Mike and let him know I was gay and that I knew about him.

We finally devised a plan.

Brad began working on the plan and once everything was in place, I took a two week vacation. But instead of leaving town, I got a motel room.

Mike thought I was going to the mountains for a while and seemed thrilled that he would have the house to himself. I knew what would be going on.

That Friday afternoon, I sat in the room waiting for Brad to arrive. When he did, he had his brother with him.

Jim was the make-up and costume director for the local theater productions. He had brought everything he needed to transform me into another man.

He started with a shoulder length wig, that could be styled. The glue used would keep it in place for at least a week. Once it was in place, he used the glue to apply a thick long moustache and beard, one small section at a time. Once both were in place, he gave them a trim to even them up. I looked into the mirror and didn’t even recognize myself.

I slipped on a sleeveless shirt which was left unbuttoned except the last few at the bottom. Then, using an air brush and dyes, he applied a tattoo to each upper shoulder and the Marine emblem on my left upper chest.

Looking at me, Brad smiled and said, “He’ll never recognize you. Fuck man, you’re hot as hell.”

Jim smiled, proud of his work, and said, “Here is my number. Call me anytime you need a touch-up.”

I thanked him and after he left, Brad asked, “You ready to hit the bar?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied.

We headed out and I had Brad drive by the house. Just as we passed, we saw Mike and Clay exit the house. We went straight to the bar and about an hour later Mike and Clay walked in.

I left Brad at the table and began to circulate. Before long, I eased up to Mike and nervously said “Hello.”

Turning to me he looked me over then said “Well, hello yourself. You new around here?”

“Yea. I’m on vacation and here for a week, maybe more if I find something like you to keep me here longer.”

“Well, I’ve never been with an older man before but you’re fucking hot,” and as he slipped his hand inside my shirt and began to run his fingers through the mat of hair, he added, “and this really turns me on.”

MY cock began to stiffen and as it did I suddenly felt his other hand began rubbing it through my pants.

“Fuck man, I love what I’m feeling.”

To keep up the act, I reached over and groped him, finding his cock as hard as mine.

“Ummm,”I said, “Nice.”

“So is yours. I love to have it.”

Nervous as hell, I said, “I’ll be around for a while. Let me know.”

he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. Electrical shocks ran through my body as I tongue kissed my son for the first time.

I watched him from a distance and after a couple of hours, he came to me and said, “I’m available and if you want to ditch this place.”

“Sure, but I don’t have a car.”

“I do,” he answered.

“Great. Lets go. I’m at the Magnolia Towers.”

Brad was watching and he knew that when I ran my fingers through my hair that I would be leaving with Mike. I glanced his way and as I ran my fingers through my hair he smiled and nodded.

We drove to the hotel and as we did, he introduced himself ad Mike and I said I was ‘Buck’. I asked his age and he said eighteen. I asked how he got into the bar.

“My ID says I’m twenty-one,” he said with a smile.

“Well, you look it,” I told him.

After asking if his family knew he was gay he said it was just him and his dad at home and he was afraid it would destroy his dad and their relationship if he came out to him.

“Maybe not,” I said.

“I might someday,” he replied.

We arrived at the hotel and went directly to my room. Anything that might give away my identity was out of sight and soon we were both nude and in bed. I was seeing my son naked and boned for the first time since he was a young man.

We began kissing and making out and after sucking on my nipples and licking my chest he moved to my cock and began sucking me. it was obvious that he was experienced and before long I reached my climax.

I warned him and he continued sucking and once he ad me drained he pulled off and I watched him swallow the seed that had created him.

In return I made love to him, kissing him, sucking his nipples, and as I rimmed his ass, he said, “Before I leave I want your beautiful cock up there.”

I smiled and returned to his cock and sucked him dry. After swallowing his sweet load, we kissed again.

After the kiss, he said, “This is the first time I’ve ever kissed a guy with a moustache or beard. I love it. It’s so fucking hot.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

We kissed and cuddled and talked and after a while he began sucking me again and once I was hard, he retrieved some lube from his jeans and lubed us both up. He lay on his back and raised his legs saying, “Fuck me, please.”

I got into position and eased my cock into my son’s ass. I had to work mentally to keep from climaxing prematurely, but when I did it was beyond belief.

As I pulled out, I looked into his eyes and said, “I’d really love it if you would now fuck me.”

“Gladly,” he replied.

Soon he was fucking my hole, and I loved feeling my own son up in me. Even better was feeling him fire his huge load deep inside me.

After more making out, he said he needed to leave and asked if he could visit me again. I said he could and gave him the number cheap cell phone I had purchased.

He left and I called Brad, telling him the coast was clear.

“I’m just leaving the motel where we always meet. I’ll fill you in when I get there.”

I knew it must be good.

He arrived and I filled him in on what had transpired and that Mike wanted to see me again.

It was awesome,” I told him. “So, I assume you scored,” I added.

“Oh yea. I managed to get Mike’s buddy.”

“Clay?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck, fill me in.”

He proceeded to tell me about him putting the make on Clay and them getting the room.

“Man, that kid is wild in bed. He had me on my back when I fucked him and he rode me like it was a rodeo.”

Brad spent the night with me and the next morning we had sex. Brad said it was wild kissing a guy with a moustache and beard.

Shortly after we completed our sixty-nine, my new phone rang. I knew it was Mike because he was the only person that had the number except Brad and he was with me.

I answered and Mike wanted to meet at the bar that night. I agreed and Mike said he wanted me to meet his buddy and maybe have a three way.

I rented a car and met them at the bar. After Mike introduced me to Clay we had a few beers and did some groping of each other and others before heading for my room, with them following in Clay’s car.

Once in the room we stripped and the fun started. I soon ha them taking turns sucking my hard cock. when I climaxed, they let it shoot out onto my stomach and chest and I watched as they both licked me clean. Afterward, I sucked both of them, devouring each load.

Before they left, each one fucked me and I fucked them. As I fucked Clay, I watched Mike suck his cock. It was awesome and a real turn on.

During the next week, Mike came to my room at the hotel almost every evening instead of meeting at the bar.

Saturday, before he left my room, he said that he and Clay were meeting others to watch the game then go out for a while. I told him to go ahead and enjoy his friends and I’d see him on Monday.

He agreed but little did he know that I would be waiting on him when he got home Sunday night.

Sunday evening I checked out of the hotel and drove to my place. After letting myself in, I went to my room and unpacked my bags. I did some touch up with the adhesive for the beard and moustache.

MY phone rang and it was Mike. “Buck, I got through early and wondered if I could stop by?”

“Sorry bud. I wasn’t expecting you and I have a guest here.” He said he understood ad hung up.

Shortly after ten, Mike returned home. I was waiting in my room.

He went to his room and undressed and returned o the den nude and turned on the TV. As he settled down, I entered the room nude and asked if I could join him.

Startled, he turned to face me and said, “Buck, how the fuck did you get in here? How did you know where I lived?”

“Oh, I know a lot about you,” I said. “I know it’s just been you and your dad alone since you were little. And I know that your dad doesn’t care that you’re gay.”

“What? How?”

I began removing the wig since I had already loosened the adhesive.

Once the wig was off, he looked at me in total shock. “Dad?”

“Yes son, it’s me.”

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.

I told him about the first time I had seen him in the bar and him sucking the guy in the booth. I confessed that I had been gay since before he was born. I also told him that I wanted to find a way to come out to him and this was what I came up with.

“You mean, all this past week, I’ve been having sex with my own father?”

“Yes, you have and I nearly shit that first night when you said you wanted me to fuck you. You don’t know how hard I had to work to prevent climaxing too soon.”

He began laughing and came up to me and kissed me. After the kiss he said, “I assume the moustache and beard are false.”

“Yep.”

“Well, do me a favor. Grow them out for real. I love them.”

“For you I will,” I replied.

He hugged me an told me how much he loved me then quickly dropped to is knees and began sucking my stiffening cock. I quickly stopped him and led him to my bedroom where we got into a hot sixty-nine.

After we both climaxed and ate each others load, I looked at him and said, “This is our bed now if you want it.”

“Hell yea.”

“Well, when I have guest you will be kicked out and have to sleep in your room. And if you bring guest home, you can use your room for privacy.”

“Sounds good,” he said, ” but when we each bring home a guest, can we possibly three way at times?”

“Of course,” I replied. “In fact, you have heard me talk about Brad from work. He and I have been meeting at motel regularly for several years. I’d like him to meet you and if you want have a three way.”

“Sure, but not tonight. Tonight I want to have sex with my dad, not ‘Buck’.

“You got it, son.”

We headed for the bedroom and had the wildest sex we had ever had.

The next night we had Brad over and it was awesome. Brad and Clay both visit and we have some hot three ways.

Brad and I have taken Mike to some out of town parties that we’ve been invited to and it’s fucking wild watching my own son go from stud to stud having sex. Only Brad and I know he’s my son.

Brad’s mother passed away and he soon moved in with us. He and I soon announced to Mike that we were lovers. Mike was thrilled and about a month later, after dinner one night Brad announced to me that he and Mike were also lovers.

“I’ve got the two best lovers in the world,” he announced.

I looked at Mike and he looked at me.

“Dad, you know I love you as a dad, but I also love you as a man and sex partner. Will you also be my lover?”

“I would love nothing better,” I replied.

So began our life as mutual lovers. I grew out my moustache and beard for Mike and Brad also loved it.

We look back and laugh realizing that it all started with just a visit to the bar.

THE END……………..

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Thomas and Hayden were doing their specialty program training at the same vet’s office over on 24th and Union. Thomas had graduated at the end of spring two years ago and Hayden had finished at the end of that summer term, and with the help of Thomas landed at job at the same office. They hadn’t been close friends at college but now they were both at the same office they grew closer. They enjoyed some of the same activities, including going to the gym and backpacking, but where Thomas did more marathon runs or jogging, Hayden preferred to swim for his additional exercise. They were both attractive and constantly being flirted with by women who brought their pets in for treatment. They rarely went very long without a date, keeping a full calendar, but rarely dating one woman very long. Both said they had no interest in settling down, not yet anyway.

The two of them stayed busy with some long hours at work during the week with emergency cases, their full schedule of activities and their full social calendar, so a weekend with no commitments enabling them to just hang out, watch television or play video game was something they looked forward. This was especially true during the fall when they could get together to watch their college team play football. It was a time to kick back, have pizza, which both avoided on most occasions, and beer. They’d yell for their team and jump up and down when a big play was developing and if they got a win they’d celebrate by heading out to a local pub and talk sports the rest of the night with the other regulars who provided them with commentary for many of the college teams that had played that day.

It was a Tuesday when Thomas had made plans with Hayden to come over to watch the game at his place the following Saturday. After work he got to his apartment building to find a moving van parked out front. A couple of guys were bringing a dining table out as he passed by on his way in. Thomas checked his mail, went up the elevator and got off on his floor and found it was the apartment two doors down that someone was moving in. As he walked by the door he looked in but saw only the movers, in their company t-shirts, setting boxes down near the far wall. He decided he would knock later to introduce himself and see who was moving in. He went on to his place, went through his mail, took a shower and put on an old t-shirt from college and a pair of his favorite old jeans. In the kitchen he threw together one of his simple meals and sat in front of the television to catch the news.

About eight o’clock there was a knock on his door. Answering it Thomas found himself looking at a guy he didn’t know.

“Hello, I’m so sorry to bother you but…” and the guy noticed Thomas’ college t-shirt. “Hey a Auburn alumni! I figured there wouldn’t be very many up here, but…wow, my first night as a resident I run into someone.”

“So you went there too?”

“Yeah, finished a couple of years ago; majored in electrical engineering and after a short time in Atlanta landed a job here.”

“I finished two years ago too, but I went through the vet school.”

“Really?! I understand that to be one tough program.”

“Well…so what can I do for you….” And he lingered, his voice trailing off into a question.

“I’m Aaron, and I need a bottle opener. I can’t find mine and I’m desperate for a beer.”

Thomas laughed as he replied “I bet, come on in. By the way, my name is Thomas.” As Thomas went into his kitchen, Aaron followed him telling him about his day of moving and not being able to find anything. Thomas went to his refrigerator and pulled out a beer instead of getting his bottle opener.

“How about a cold beer instead of an opener?”

“Deal.”

Thomas asked Aaron about his move up from Atlanta and where he was working and Aaron asked him about the city and the best places to buy groceries, where to go get his driver’s license and other routine questions of someone new to the city. As they talked Aaron couldn’t help but give Thomas the once over. He looked to be about his own height of five ten, well built, and very attractive with his jet black hair so sexily ruffled up, his five o’clock shadow so evident on his fair skin, and the way he filled out his clothes, the way his jeans just hung on his hips, as if he could jerk them down so easily. Aaron didn’t know if he was gay or straight and wasn’t ready to find out, but he knew he wanted to, and soon. He had left Atlanta frustrated, having a relationship tank and then he got word of this job opening through a friend of the family, so he left Atlanta, ready for a new beginning. After an hour Aaron said he needed to go since he had another long day ahead of him with some new furniture showing up and all the stuff he needed to put away. He mentioned he didn’t start his new job until next Monday and hoped to have everything done by Friday so he could relax on Saturday. Thomas told him a friend was coming over to watch the football game and if he was interested to come over.

“That would be great; I’ll plan on it.”

Thomas told Hayden about Aaron moving in and how he graduated from Auburn and was coming over on Saturday to watch the game. Hayden told him that was great, but deep down inside he wasn’t so sure. He liked the times they shared together, just the two of them. Hayden kept asking himself why it bothered him and the answer was always the same; one that troubled him, made him feel uneasy. He knew, in his heart, he had those feelings for Thomas, like he had in college for Brice, but that was different. In college he considered it just goofing off, experimenting, doing those things just to see what it was like, but now it would seem more serious, more personal. Brice had been responsive to his approaches and there were several times when they had messed around, but in the end it was Brice who suddenly said it had to stop, who began to avoid Hayden, and started to date more and more women. Hayden didn’t pursue Brice, nor did he pursue any other guys, but began to date women again, steadily all the way to graduation. Now he was having those thoughts again, all the time, and they centered on Thomas. He knew this obsession was probably due to working daily with Thomas, of rubbing against each other when both had to help hold an animal that was anxious or frightened, and having so much in common.

Game day arrived unusually warm for a fall day, and it had an almost cloudless sky. Thomas had gotten up early and cleaned his apartment, gone out to get beer and snacks. The game had a late afternoon start and about thirty minutes prior Aaron then Hayden arrived. Thomas made introductions when Hayden arrived and went to grab Hayden a beer while Aaron and he got acquainted.

Hayden noticed how similar to build Aaron was to Thomas but had brown hair and darker skin tone. He was not as muscled up as Thomas, instead having a leaner body frame. Aaron was personable and an easy going manner. Hayden wondered about Aaron, felt there was something about him, and thought him attractive. Aaron was really taken with Hayden, more so than he was with Thomas. Hayden was so tall, over six feet, and had a lean body, and his white t-shirt highlighted his dark olive skin and dirty blonde hair. Up close he saw he had brown eyes and a light trail of freckles under his eyes and over his nose. He looked so boyish, with such a baby face. Thomas was attractive and masculine but Hayden was cute, handsome, pretty even. He wanted to have sex with both of them, but if he could only get one of them, it would be Hayden.

As the pregame show was coming on, they moved to the living area, Hayden and Aaron sitting on the sofa and Thomas taking the arm chair. Several of the snacks were on the coffee table and each had a beer. They talked about expectations, and eventually talked about games they remembered going to while in college and naturally began to talk about their days on campus. The pizza arrived just after the start of the game so Thomas grabbed another round of beer as Hayden brought the pizza over. As the game played out, sometimes bringing on yelling at the screen for a receiver to catch the ball or the fullback to run faster, and celebrating every score as their team built up a lead. When the score was such to assure a win for their team their conversation began to drift to other topics, such as what their jobs were like, restaurants and bars that Thomas and Hayden recommended in the area, until the subject finally arrived at dating and where Thomas and Hayden met women. It became obvious after a few minutes that Aaron was suddenly not as talkative and Aaron realized they were at a crossroads; should he lie about being gay or just admit it and find out how Thomas and Hayden would deal with it.

“It seems I should say something since you guys are being so helpful and everything, and trying to tell me where to meet women, but you see…” and Aaron hesitated just a moment, seeing how he had their attention, “I’m gay.”

It was silent just for a moment, and Aaron noticed it was Hayden who had an odd look on his face, but it was Thomas who finally said something, breaking out in laughter.

“No shit! So I guess the bars we mentioned would be kind of boring for you” Thomas said.

“I’m glad to see you’re ok with it” Aaron replied.

“Hell, to each his own; isn’t that right Hayden?”

“Yeah, it’s great” but his voice seemed distance, slightly distressed.

“You know in college, we use to wonder about Hayden here.”

“What…what do you mean?” Hayden asked shocked at Thomas’ statement.

“Well there was the time you had that friend…what was his name? Bryan…no it was Brice. Well some of us thought you guys were an item, but then suddenly Brice was no longer hanging around and you began to date this girl I knew, so I thought I was wrong.”

“Maybe he’s bisexual; you know, swings both ways” Aaron added, smiling mischievously.

“What…no…bisexual…no…” Hayden was stammering.

“Oh hell Hayden, relax. Who cares if you did or did not have sex with some guy. Fuck, sex is sex.”

“Have you had sex with a guy?” Aaron asked Thomas.

“No, but if a guy wanted to suck my dick, why not.”

“Would you do anything in return?”

Laughing casually as he replied, “No I don’t think I could.” Hayden was scarlet red in the face at Thomas and Aaron’s talk, unsure what to say.

“Hayden, what do you think? Think Thomas could suck a dick or take it up the ass?” Aaron asked Hayden, seeing he was uneasy while it was Thomas who was laughing it off.

“No…I don’t think he could…would do that.”

“What about you?” Aaron asked.

“Me? I don’t think so.”

A big play occurred grabbing their attention freeing Hayden of having to discuss sex with men any further. The game was getting in the final minutes and scores of other important games were being displayed, so the three of them went back to discussing football. When the game ended, it was Thomas who recommended they go down to the pub and celebrate, that they had to maintain tradition. Aaron agreed to go, enjoying his time with Thomas and Hayden.

The pub was packed and it was obvious whose team won or lost by the reactions of everyone. Thomas led the way to the bar, asking Aaron what he would have on the way. He ordered for the three of them and soon they were moving from group to group, getting new drinks when finished with the ones they were drinking. Around midnight the bar was so packed they could hardly move, so they worked their way to the front where it was more open. A table came free at the storefront so they took a seat. Their conservation was silly at times with them showing the effects of having several rounds. When they got silent for a moment, Thomas looked over at Aaron and gave him a wicked grin.

“What is it?” Aaron asked smiling like he knew the joke, when he really didn’t know what Thomas was thinking.

“So Aaron, would you have sex with a guy just to have sex. You know, just to get off?”

Hayden shifted uncomfortably in his chair, unbelieving Thomas was bringing this up again.

“Hell yes, just like you would with a girl…or would you do it with a guy?” Aaron replied.

“Maybe. What about you?” Thomas turned and asked Hayden.

“What? No…I don’t think so” Hayden replied.

“Don’t think so? Come on man, it’s just the three of us. You’re acting guilty as hell. You actually did mess around with Brice didn’t you?” Thomas asked. Aaron leaned forward to make sure he heard Hayden’s response.

“Ok, yes, I messed around with Brice, Ok?! But it wasn’t….”

“Wasn’t what?” Aaron asked Hayden.

“I don’t know.”

Thomas leaned forward and spoke so only the two of them could hear him. “Let’s go; we can go back to my place and have a nightcap.”

Aaron smiled at Thomas, eyebrows raised, as he replied “Ok, let’s go.”

At Thomas’ apartment, drinks in hand they initially talked again about the game as they ate the left over snacks sitting out. Thomas got Hayden to go over and turn on the music on his computer system. When Hayden was getting the computer up and music started Thomas leaned over to Aaron.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom and while I’m gone I bet you can’t get Hayden to let you suck his dick.”

“You’re on.”

“I’ve got to piss; be back in a minute” Thomas said loud enough so Hayden could hear. Hayden came back over to where Aaron was standing near the window in the living area. Aaron turned to him.

“Did you enjoy messing around with Brice in college?”

Hayden was obviously nervous about talking about it but eventually answered. “Yes, I did.” Aaron moved closer to him, real close.

“You want to do something now?”

“What? Here? No way…come on, Thomas will be back any minute.”

“So? He might like to watch” as he moved closer still. Hayden froze, appearing not to even be breathing. Aaron slowly reached out and groped Hayden, softly at first, and since Hayden didn’t stop him, he kept it up. Aaron felt Hayden’s cock, felt it begin to respond. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah”, barely audible, his voice sounding far away. Aaron moved in front of him, leaned forward and kissed him, gently, simple lip to lip kiss. He moved around and began to nibble the flesh along his neck, moved to his ear, taking the lobe in his mouth, tugging lightly; then running his tongue around it.

“You want me to stop?” Aaron whispered.

“No.”

Aaron dropped down to his knees, worked his hand more urgently over Hayden’s cock; felt it get hard, stretch out to the side. He mouthed the head through the denim, breathed his hot breath through the fabric. Hayden’s hands came to rest on his head, pulled him tighter to his cock. Aaron pulled back and began to undo his jeans, unfastening them, pulling the zipper down, exposing the white briefs. Aaron took the waist band of both the jeans and briefs and pulled them down, easing the briefs out and over Hayden’s hard cock. He took the hard cock that stood out in front of him, shaft lined with a vein, the skin stretched tight, the head flared out and dark skinned, darker than the rest of Hayden. Aaron grabbed his nuts and tugged them down as he took the head in his mouth, wetting it, tonguing it, feeling it flex in his mouth. Hayden gasped and held Aaron’s head firmly as he moved his hips, instinctly, pushing his cock inward, toward Aaron’s throat.

Neither heard Thomas come back into the room until they heard his voice break the silence.

“Alright, suck his dick, you nasty whore.” Thomas’ crude comment seemed to drive Aaron’s lust, to make him move faster, forcibly shoving his mouth down the length of Hayden’s cock. Hayden looked over and saw Thomas groping himself, squeezing his own cock through his jeans, then he looked back down as Aaron’s mouth moved back and forth on his cock, making it wet, slick, and so hot. Aaron slid one hand up and under Hayden’s t-shirt, feeling the smooth skin, the flat stomach, on upward to the small nipples. He pinched each, rubbed them erect and feeling it made Hayden push forward, his cock flex in Aaron’s mouth. The overhead lights cut out, leaving only a lamp on a side table and the street lights outside the window as their only illumination. Thomas came up beside Hayden, naked, his fair skin appearing to glow in the dim light, the defined muscles of his chest and stomach obvious, as well as his hard cock, sticking straight out, framed by the sparse black hair over it. Aaron pulled his hand from under Hayden’s shirt and ran it over Thomas’ chest, down over his stomach, feeling the firm muscle and smooth skin. He ran his hand on down and grasped Thomas’ cock, stroked it slowly, feeling its girth, the smoothness of the skin, and the slick head, wet with pre-cum.

“Yeah, suck his cock, let me see that mouth work it” Thomas said. He looked at Hayden who looked back at him. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah” and Hayden reached over and pushed Aaron’s hand away and took Thomas’ cock, unbelieving this was really happening. Aaron grabbed Hayden ass, both hands holding each cheek firmly as he moved more determinedly up and down Hayden’s cock. Thomas put his hand on Hayden’s back, running it up and down, sending a shiver through Hayden. Aaron pulled off of Hayden’s cock, watched it flex up and down, glistening with his spit. He turned to Thomas and took his cock, sucked it into his mouth, feeling it slide over his tongue, push to his throat. Thomas gasped as his cock disappeared in Aaron’s mouth.

“Goddamn that feels good, yeah, suck me.”

Hayden pulled his t-shirt off and then his pants, getting naked, watching Aaron take Thomas till his nose pushed into his pubic hair, wanting to do it himself. Thomas grabbed Hayden by the neck and pulled him over.

“Kiss me fucker” Thomas said as he leaned over, the two of them suddenly kissing, roughly, tongues dueling. Aaron between them, taking both of them in each hand and then working back and forth between them, taking one then the other in his mouth, keeping both hot, hard, wet. Thomas leaned over and took Aaron’s shirt by the waist and pulled it up, getting Aaron to let him pull it off.

“Get naked” Thomas demanded Aaron. Aaron stood up and pulled his pants off, stripping them and his briefs off. His lean body, with a trail of hair starting at his navel pointing down to his hard cock, its shaft curved upward, the head round and blunt. Thomas grabbed it and stroked it, feeling the smooth soft skin stretched over the hard shaft, feeling the wet round head, smearing the wetness around, making Aaron gasp. Thomas turned to Hayden, kissed him; then told him to suck Aaron’s cock. Hayden dropped to his knees, coming up close to Aaron’s cock, it bobbing in his face, knowing he wanted it, knowing he was going to suck it and let Thomas watch. He took it by the base and licked the head, mouthed it, then let it slide into his mouth, over his tongue, feeling it push back through the void of his mouth getting slick with his drool. Thomas dropped down on his knees, close to Hayden, watching intently, the way Hayden’s mouth moved over the shaft, the way it seemed to go impossibly deep into his mouth, then reappear, sliding out wet, shiny. Thomas reached up and tugged on Aaron’s nuts, pulled them down, then he rubbed Aaron’s ass, felt the curve of it, the way it tensed as Hayden sucked his cock. Thomas ran his other hand over Hayden’s back, down its long straight length, down the slight curve inward above his ass, on downward over the curve of each cheek.

“Fuck, Hayden, suck it…that’s hot” he whispered to Hayden as he continued to rub Aaron and Hayden. Aaron’s hips began to move, slightly at first but more intensely as Hayden worked his mouth faster and faster. When it seemed Aaron might be getting close, Thomas pulled Hayden back.

“Not yet, don’t get him off yet” Thomas told Hayden, then leaned over and kissed him. “Nasty fucker” he whispered to Hayden; then he turned and looked at Aaron’s cock, wet and shiny, bobbing in the air. He heard Aaron voice, far away sounding, break his trance.

“Go ahead Thomas, try it.”

Thomas leaned over and stuck out his tongue and touched it to the head, felt its spongy softness, the odd flavor, the almost sweetness of it, then he moved forward, Hayden watching, impassioned, as Thomas let his mouth slid over Aaron’s cock, take it in his mouth, for the first time in his life, take a man’s cock in his mouth. He wasn’t repulsed, wasn’t freaked out, nor felt less a man, but was excited, inflamed. He felt Aaron’s cock slid through his mouth, over this tongue, slick, hot, as he moved back and forth. Hayden watched intently, moved closer and closer; then unable to help himself, he moved in and licked Aaron’s nuts, ran his tongue over the loose skin, forcing his head into the tight space between the three of them. Thomas backed off and let Hayden take Aaron’s cock, to suck it back into his mouth. Thomas stood up and kissed Aaron, ran his hand over Aaron’s back down over his ass. Aaron felt himself get close again, the feel of Hayden’s mouth, hot, wet, sliding over his cock, and Thomas rubbing him, running his hand over his back, over his ass, and now working into the cleft of his ass, rubbing into the crack deeply, searching, probing, finding his hole, Thomas’ fingers rubbed it, moved over it stroking Aaron’s longing, his desire. Thomas began to push against it; then firmly penetrated him, pushing one finger into him, probing deeply into him. It was too much, and Aaron began to thrust his hips harder, pushing his cock harder and harder back and forth through Hayden’ mouth.

“I’m going to cum…take me” and Aaron came, pumping himself into Hayden’s mouth, filling it, letting Hayden taste him before swallowing. Thomas had stopped working his finger in him, had watched how Hayden had taken his load, let it sit in his mouth a moment before he swallowed it. Hayden turned and took Thomas’s hard cock, his need urgent, lust driven, and he quickly worked Thomas to the verge of cumming, pushed Thomas to release himself, to let him have it. Aaron rubbed Thomas’ back, felt the muscular broad expanse of it, the curve of it, felt the way his back curved inward before sharply curving outward at his ass. He felt Thomas’s ass begin to move, primitively, thrusting forward, pushing his cock into Hayden’s mouth. He could hear the sound of Thomas’ cock being sucked, the sloppy wet movement of his lips along the shaft, the hard breathing of both of them. Aaron probed Thomas’ ass, pushed down along the crack of his ass, finding his opening, knowing no one had every touched him there like this, no one had ever penetrated it before, as he pushed a finger into him. Thomas grunted and shoved forward hard as Aaron’s finger slid into him, stretching him open, making his cock seem harder, a tingling race up his spine hitting his brain hard.

“Fuck…fuck, I’m coming.”

Hayden took his cock with wild abandon, wanting it, wanting Thomas to pump his load into his mouth. He felt the short jagged thrust, felt his cock swell up, stiffen, then fill his mouth, pumping more and more cum out, the tangy thick fluid coating his tongue before he swallowed it, letting it slid down his throat. Thomas was breathing hard, Aaron’s finger still buried in his hole, Hayden licking his cock off, making his cock so sensitive.

Thomas turned to Aaron; “That is such a strange feeling, cumming with a finger in your ass.”

“I know; I love it, but it is better if it is a cock.”

Thomas laughed “I’ll take your word for it, you nasty whore.”

Hayden stood up, his cock hard, the head wet, a long drool of pre-cum hanging off. Aaron bent over and licked it off, stood up and kissed Hayden, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Thomas leaned back against the window sill watching, watching how natural it seemed for Aaron, this sex between men, and saw how Hayden seemed more relaxed, and how he too was so natural to it.

Aaron looked at Hayden telling him he wanted him to fuck him, to put his cock in his ass. Thomas moved up to them rubbing each over the back, telling them to move to his bedroom, to his bed. He told them he couldn’t wait to see this, to see Hayden push his cock into Aaron.

On the bed, Aaron got on his hands and knees, told, commanded Hayden to stick him, to put his cock in his ass, to shove it in. Hayden got on the bed between his legs, kicking them further apart to make room for his long legs. Thomas got on the bed laying on his side watching Hayden rub his cock up and down Aaron’s ass, rub its wet head over this skin, stroking his need, his desire.

“Fuck ’em, Hayden, fuck his ass.” Thomas whispered, unbelieving how hot this was to him.

Aaron dropped his shoulders down on the bed, grabbing his ass cheeks in each hand, spreading himself open more, opening himself up, wanting to be penetrated. Hayden put his cock to his hole and pushed, watching it open to him, feeling it stretch open, the tight ring of the opening grip his cock as it slid into him, disappeared into his depths. Aaron grunted as he felt the breach of his hole, the penetration. He felt the sweat try to break out on his skin, he felt Thomas rub his back, telling him to take Hayden’s cock, to take it all. Hayden rocked his cock back and forth, short small movements at first, feeling Aaron’s hole stretch, loosen up, felt Aaron move his ass back to take him, then he moved faster, swing his hips further, push into Aaron deeper, soon shoving all the way in, pushing his hard, wet cock as deeply as he could.

Aaron was open mouthed, breathing hard as Hayden pounded his ass, hammered his cock into him. Aaron opened his eyes and saw Thomas looking at him, up close, a glazed look in his eyes.

“How does it feel, his cock, fucking your ass?” Thomas asked in a low voice filled with urgency.

“Amazing” was all Aaron said as he closed his eyes, focused on the feel of Hayden’s cock working through his insides, hitting his insides in ways that made him curl his toes, made him see stars, made his cock hard, slapping his stomach to his rough movements as he took Hayden’s fuck.

“Goddamn, take my cock” Hayden grunted out, surprising Thomas as his vocalization, but when he looked up he saw the look, the eyes closed, his tight grip on Aaron hips, holding him in alignment, holding him to take the cock he was slamming into him. Thomas saw how Hayden’s skin was shiny, sweat running out of his hair, running down his sides from under his arms. He was hot, his tall lean body tensed up, muscles clearly defined, tight. The bed rocked beneath them, their bodies slapping together, the room seemed hotter, as Hayden got faster, his rhythm ragged, jerky, as he shoved his cock into Aaron roughly, crudely, until he felt it, felt his cock swell, felt it plunge into Aaron and explode, pumping his cum into Aaron, pumping his cock through it as he kept a punishing thrusting through Aaron’s insides until cum was pumping back out, running down Aaron’s ass. Both were breathing hard as they collapsed on the bed, Hayden sliding out of Aaron’s ass, rolling on his back, his cock still half hard, wet and shiny.

Thomas was lying there, stroking his cock, it wet and hard. Aaron opened his eyes and saw Thomas, then he looked over to Hayden, saw the look in his eyes as he too was watching Thomas. He knew that look; that need.

“Thomas…Thomas, why don’t you fuck Hayden. Fuck his ass” Aaron said to Thomas breaking his concentration. Thomas slowed his stroking and looked over to Hayden. Hayden sat up and moved over to Thomas, pushing him on his back as he straddled his waist, brought his ass up and over Thomas’ hard cock. He rubbed his ass over it, felt its hardness under him. He picked it up, holding it up as he rubbed his ass over it, rubbed his hole over the head, feeling its wetness, his desire increasing. He pushed down, feeling his hole open up, take Thomas into him, stretch him open, penetrate him. Slowly he eased down, letting Thomas’ cock in, probe up into his depths, fill him. Aaron leaned over and kissed Thomas, telling him how hot is was to see his cock disappear into Hayden, to see Hayden’s hole stretch open. Hayden began to move, a steady rhythm, up and down, taking more and more of Thomas’ cock each time until he was moving faster, slamming down onto Thomas, shaking the bed, the sound of skin slapping together. Hayden built up a furious pace, really working his ass up and down; a rough fierce fuck. Hayden began to sweat again, his breathing rough. Thomas held Hayden’s thighs, felt the weight of him on top, slamming ass down over cock. Aaron moved behind Hayden, reached around his waist and began to stroke his cock as he worked his ass on Thomas’ cock. Hayden reached back, over his head and held on to Aaron’s head, felt his body brush his as he moved up and down, felt his hand gripped tightly on his cock, stroking him, brining him close. He’d never felt so hot, so alive. His rhythm became frantic, his need to come urgent. Aaron stroked his cock harder, slamming his fist down the shaft.

“I’m gonna come…fuck” Hayden stammered as his body jerked and slammed down on Thomas. He shot, blasting his load over Thomas, hitting him in the face, across the chest and on the stomach. His hole tightened, gripped Thomas’ cock as it slide back and forth through is opening. Thomas cried out and arched up, shoving his cock up into Hayden, pushing him up.

“Fuck” Thomas cried out again as Hayden’s ass milked him, worked out his load, let it coat his insides. Hayden leaned back on his hands, his torso wet with sweat, his stomach heaving in and out, Thomas’ cock stilled buried in his ass. Aaron moved around and leaned over Thomas.

“That was fucking hot” and he leaned down and licked up Hayden’s load, ran his tongue over Thomas’ skin, scooping up the warm puddles on it. Then he got up and kissed Hayden, roughly, passionately. When they stopped they looked down at a smiling Thomas.

“I’m exhausted, how about a quick shower before we crash. You guys want to just sack out here?” Thomas asked.

The hot shower was soothing, as they bathed each other, washed off the sweat and cum. Soon they were piled up in Thomas’ bed, the three of them. Dawn was not long in coming but they wouldn’t stir much for hours. Thomas was flat on his back, one arm behind his head. Hayden was between him and Aaron, snuggling up to one then the other, his long limbs wrapping over Thomas or Aaron. Aaron would spoon up to Hayden when he was snuggled up to Thomas, the heat of their bodies keeping the bed very warm.

When Hayden woke, he realized only he and Aaron were still in bed. He heard Thomas in the kitchen; then he smelled the coffee. Soon Thomas was coming in the room, wearing an old pair of faded jeans, barely hanging on his hips, carrying a tray of three coffees.

“Ok, you sleeping whores, time to get up.”

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When Sammy got up from bed, it was late in the morning. It was late when he was brought to home by his Grandpa the previous night, and by the time they reached home Sammy was too tired to do anything else than sleep. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already 10 am. He hurriedly got up from the bed and took his bath.

At the kitchen he saw a boy of about his age or a year less cooking over a pan. The boy was wearing only a vest and a towel was wrapped around his waist. The brown colour skin of the boy was in good contrast to his green vest. The towel was wrapped tightly around his waist and so Sammy got a good view of the round firm ass hiding behind the towel. The boy stood about 5.8 ft in height and had a body ripped with muscles. Sammy liked the looks of the boy. It was quite a while of him feeding on the beauty of the boy, when he turned to get something and saw Sammy standing at the door. “Oh hello master, I did not hear u coming in.” Sammy quickly adjusted himself and replied “I just came in. Actually I was looking for something to eat .” ” I have already made sandwiches for you. I will bring it to the table.”

After sometime Sammy was sitting at the table enjoying the sandwiches while the servant boy was sat on the ground attending on him. “Hey why are you sitting there on the ground? Come over here sit with me” said Sammy pointing to the seat beside him. “No master, I m a servant and not to sit along with masters. I am comfortable here.”

“But I am not. And what is this master thing? My name is Sammy and you will call me by that name.”

“That’s very considerate of you master, I mean Sammy but I am a servant boy and we have certain restrictions we have to live with. “

“Not with me. As you can see I am new to this place and I have no friends, so from now onwards you are my friend here. And so you will treat me as your friend and no master. I think we have understanding over this matter.”

“I think I will be most pleased.”, said the servant with a beautiful smile adoring his full pink lips. Sammy was in awe of the beautiful face of this servant boy and some part of Sammy yearned to hold him tight in his arms.

“so what is your name? and where is grandpa? “asked Sammy.

“I am Ramu. Your grandpa has gone to meet a family friend in the nearby village. He had an urgent call so he left in a hurry. You were sleeping and he did not want to disturb you.”

“damn it. Now what am I supposed to do? I know nobody here and the whole day is still left to be spent.”

“I thought you called me a friend. So if you wish I can take you to see the countryside, its beautiful the hills, the river, the forests. You will love it.”

“that is a great idea. So when we leave?” asked Sammy excited.

After an hour or so, both Sammy and Ramu were out to enjoy the countryside. They rode horses from his grandpa’s stable .They took the narrow lane through the fields that were full with crops ready to harvest, and it took them outside the village to the lonely foothills of the mountains. It was a beautiful scenery and Sammy loved it. Throughout the day he and Ramu talked and wandered the place having good time with each other. Both of them felt closer to each other as evening fell. As they passed through the forest rain began pouring without even a slight warning. Both of them looked around for a shelter and by the time they reached an old hut they were completely drenched. Sammy quickly got down his horse and went to the door followed by ramu. The house was old and damaged. They quickly get in and ramu lit a fire of dry wood to warm themselves. Sammy quickly took off his wet clothes off leaving only his underwear on, and sat in front of the fire to warm himself. Ramu too took off his clothes leaving his towel on. It was getting quite cold and they shivered. Sammy went to ramu and put his hand around him. ” thanks, I was really getting cold” said ramu. ” so do I” said Sammy with a naughty smile.

Sammy pushed ramu gently on the floor and went up to kiss him on his lips. Ramu opened his lips and both of them soon got involved in hot kiss, their tongues wrestling inside their mouths exploring it. Sammy gently moved his hand touching every part of ramu from his head to his neck then to his nipples. He stopped at his nipples and began to pinch them. Ramu moaned. Sammy moved his lips to his neck and began kissing his neck then his earlobes. He sucked at each of his earlobes and then came down to sucking hi nipples. Sammy was in love with the brown perky nipples of ramu and he began to kiss them , at first slowly then biting on them. The brown nipples turned to red as ramu continued to moan louder and louder. Sammy worked down his hands to RAMU’s waist and pulled off his towel. There lying between his thighs was a 6 inch black thick black dick. There was hunger in Sammy’s eyes as he took the manhood inside his mouth and began to suck all the way from bottom to top. Ramu moved his ass up and down in rhythm to help him as his moanings grew louder. Soon enough ramu came in sammy’s mouth with a loud moan. Then ramu got up and began feasting on Sammy’s sexy tanned white athletic skin. He licked all of Sammy and soon enough came to sucking the large manhood of Sammy. He took all the 9 inches in his mouth and began depp throating him. Sammy was loving the boy’s pace and the hot tounge was doing amazing things to Sammy. He nearly danced in ecstasy. ‘stop, I want to cum in your ass” said Sammy. He turned ramu and separated his legs and raised him such that RAmu’s ass was in full view while his balls hung in mid air. With one hand he began playing with balls while with the other hand he began pressing and slapping his ass cheeks as he licked his ass hole with his tounge. Ramu was mad in excitement. ” don’t tease me to hell. Fuck me” ramu yelled. Sammy smiled and got up. He turned ramu letting him sleep on his back, pulled his legs over his shoulder and held his waist between his firm hands as he placed his manhood on the entrance. He winked at ramu as he gave a hard push inside. Ramu moaned so loud that his voice nearly echoed. Sammy pulled out and then gave another hard push making his way all along the tight brown ass of the indian servant boy. Ramu cried in pain and tears rolled down his cheeks. But Sammy took no notice. He pulled out again and again gave a hard push. Gradually he began to increase his pace and gave deep hard strokes and ramu moaned both in pain and pleasure. After sometime they changed position and Sammy lay down on the floor as ramu got on top of him, sammy’s dick inside his ass and began to ride Sammy. They kissed in between. Their bodies were sweating profusely and ramu was looking tired but there was no stopping. After a few more strokes Sammy gave a huge grunt as he came inside ramu. Loads after loads of hot threadlike white cream came oozing out of sammy’s cock and into ramu’s ass. They smiled at each other and ramu fell on top of Sammy exhausted. Sammy embraced him and both of them fell asleep.

Sammy saw the beautiful handsome hunk enveloping him in a hug. He blew air over his earlobes. Then they went to the bed made out of straw and both fell over it. They kissed slightly and then the boy was gone faded inside a mist. Next Sammy saw was that he was following the boy to the cave where the boy was nailed to the walls. He hurriedly sat up as he awoke. Again dreams of the same boy. Who was he? Why was he coming into hi dreams? Sammy was confused and he felt angry and frustrated for not having the answers to his question. As he turned left he saw ramu naked sleeping alongside him. Sammy smiled and kissed ramu’s nipples. And as he hugged him and went back to sleep he promised himself that he will soon find out his answers.

FATHER AND SON MOMENTS

Part of the ‘Butt Monkey’ series of stories by Robert Furlong

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“I ran into Guy Leeson at the petrol station the other day, Jake.”

“Did you, now?” he said with a suggestive smirk. He grabbed the remote control and turned the volume down on the football match we were watching on TV. My son didn’t usually turn the TV down when I had something to say: if given the choice, he would probably turn it up.

“So were the two of you okay around each other?” he asked. “After… you know… what happened?”

“We managed not to start groping each other in front of the confectionary stands, if that’s what you mean.”

He smiled. “I actually meant if it was uncomfortable for you both… you know, kind of awkward?”

“Not at all,” I replied, glancing over at the TV. It was times like these you miss the best goals. Seeing very little happening on the pitch, I turned back to him and explained, “We’re both grown men. I guess we’ve both come to terms with it by now.”

Jake kept smiling but raised his eyebrows in a look that made him look rather older than his eighteen years. A look that said he felt, from my recent behaviour, that I was still quite a long way from coming to terms with it.

He looked back over at the screen himself and then asked, “Did he say anything about what you’d done to him?”

“You mean, did he announce to the shop that I’d licked his bum?” I laughed. “No, Jake, he didn’t. He managed to restrain himself.”

Jake chuckled and took a swig from his coke.

“And anyway,” I went on. “You say it like it was a one-way thing. As a matter of fact, he was a very willing accomplice. Very… er… enthusiastic, actually.”

Jake nodded and smirked. “I’m sure he was. I mean, it’s not every day that someone offers to put their mouth on your pooper.”

I took a drink from my own glass of wine. It was a Muscadet: a good deal sharper than I usually like.

Then I said, “It wasn’t something that I offered to do. It just happened, believe it or not.”

Jake looked sceptical. In his shoes, I had to admit that I too would find it very difficult to believe.

“Anyway,” I went on. “He suggested we go and see another match together. The four of us. Sometime in the New Year.”

“Sounds cool,” he nodded.

Then, after a few seconds had ticked by to give him time to digest the idea, he asked, “So… I’m guessing I’ll be sharing with Simon again?”

I smiled. “That’d suit you, wouldn’t it?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, of course. As long as it’d suit you guys…?”

I chuckled back. “I’d prefer it that way. Obviously. But if you’d rather bunk up with me and leave Simon with his dad, that’d be okay too.”

Jake shrugged. “It’d more fun for me to share with Simon like last time. And, well… let’s face it… it’d be more fun for you pair too. So I guess it makes sense.”

I smiled across at him. “More fun for different reasons, of course.”

Jake grinned at me. “Ooh I dunno, dad. Simon’s got a really nice bum… really tasty!”

I threw him a look of disapproval. “Don’t say that.”

He chuckled. “Come on, dad. I’m only messing. There’s no way I could ever do that. Not to Simon or anyone else.”

“That’s not the issue,” I said. “I don’t mind how you want to express yourself. I just don’t like you making jokes about something that I enjoy… making it sound cheap and crude.”

He nodded, still smiling. “Okay. Point taken.”

He reached for the remote control and pointed it at the TV. But then, with his thumb poised over the volume button, he asked, “Do you think, when we stay over somewhere, you guys will… well…?”

I just stared at him, curious to hear what he was thinking of.

“I mean if you both get drunk enough,” he went on. “Will you actually… you know… do the deed?”

“Do the deed?”

He giggled. “You know what I mean! Don’t make me say it!”

I smiled. “Do what deed, Jake? I don’t know what you mean!”

“Come on, dad!” he laughed. “You must have thought about it. You know, whether you’ll… well…”

I threw him a look of innocent puzzlement. “Play cards together? Watch TV?”

He chuckled. “You know exactly what I mean! And you must have thought about whether you would. And, you know, which way round you’d want to do it…”

I held my smile but he could see from my hardness of my eyes that I wasn’t going to rise to this line of questioning.

He shrugged and said, “Maybe we should watch the rest of the match?”

“Good idea, Jake.”

Throwing me a half-apologetic smirk, he turned up volume on the TV and we found that we had, indeed, missed a very good goal.

===

If Jake had called my bluff and had said that he would indeed prefer to share a room with me, I’d have gone along with it and booked the two of us into a twin room. I wouldn’t have wanted him to think I was desperate to hook up with Guy (although I was almost skittishly excited about the prospect) and I’d have hoped that, once we checked into the hotel, Guy might have been more persuasive about his preferred sleeping arrangements than I was prepared to be.

Jake and I had shared a room together countless times; not only when we’d gone off at weekends to watch various sports fixtures, but also on the rare occasions when we’d managed to escape somewhere sunny together to take a holiday.

My main problem with sharing with Jake – just as it is with anyone I share a room with – is trying to conceal the incessant demands which my errant biology places upon me. These range from the tricky issue of how to conceal the obscenely obvious tenting of my pyjama bottoms most mornings, to the far more embarrassing problem of my almost unremitting need for regular sexual release.

When Jake had been young, I’d managed to kill both birds with one stone by waking early when he was still sleeping and then quietly attending to my arousal in my bed alongside his. I spent many a first light in this most inelegant of states: trying to silently manipulate myself under the canopy of my duvet, grasping my balls to stop them slapping against my thighs and peering over at my son to make sure he was still sleeping. By the time he’d awoken, I’d usually managed to flush the evidence of my misconduct down the toilet and the front of my pyjamas were presentable save, perhaps, for the odd dribble of stray stickiness around the fly.

But as Jake had grown older, he’d become less of a sound sleeper. One morning, as my bed gently shook and I discharged squirt after squirt of my seed into a waiting tissue, I’d realised that he was awake and staring at me. Even as my erection was still disgorging itself beneath my bedding, Jake had asked sleepily what I was doing.

“Just scratching,” I’d gasped, staring wide-eyed at him as my hand pumped up and down my manhood, coaxing the last few gobs of semen from its gaping slit. “Nearly got it… yeah… that’s it…”

He’d stared at me more quizzically as I’d lain there panting, my bed now steady and my balls mercifully emptied.

“What’s that smell?” he’d asked.

“What smell?” I’d quickly replied, recovering my breath.

“I dunno,” he’d muttered. “A weird smell. Not very nice. I’ve never smelt it before.”

It’s the smell of the stuff that produced you, I’d thought as I’d slyly dabbed at a stray dribble oozing from my softening cock.

“It’s just a smell men sometimes produce, Jake,” I’d offered, tentatively.

“Oh right,” he’d said. “Was that what the scratching was about?”

I’d considered my answer and then settled for a cop out. “Kind of.”

At some point I’d tell him what he needed to know, but not just yet. For now, I would just have to make do with conducting my morning ablutions behind the closed door of the bathroom.

However, even concealing my erection from my son in the confines of a shared room could sometimes prove problematic. If he was awake when I arose and staggered towards the bathroom, he’d roar with laughter at the front of my pyjamas, sticking outwards so comically from the prominence of my over-generous hard-on.

The first time this happened, I’d tried to be mature about it and had walked over to Jake’s bed to show him, behind the material of my pyjamas of course, that erections are a normal part of being a man. I’d explained that when men sleep their penises often become aroused and this made them grow hard and stand upwards. Jake hadn’t really listened to me but instead had stared intently at the curious third leg his father had developed, marvelling at how flagrantly the thin cotton of my pyjama bottoms was being held upwards by a part of the body which must have always seemed so inconsequential on himself.

He asked me to turn to the side, which I did, and I smiled at him staring at the size of the tent I was making, entranced by how far outwards the mysterious organ I was concealing was making my stripy pyjama trousers protrude. I’d felt acutely embarrassed to be parading for my son how well-endowed my morning hard-on is, but I thought it best that he could appreciate that this was a natural state for a man to be in and for him to see, on his dad, one of the surprises that his own male body would one day present.

“Whoa!” he’d gasped, stifling his laughter. “That is, like, mega!” And I’d been pleased that he was far more relaxed about sexual matters than I had been at his age.

As I was telling him that he too would start to develop erections in time, and that his would probably grow to be just as large as mine, he’d surprised me by reaching forwards and grabbing at my organ through my pyjamas. He pulled it downwards and let it spring back up, calling out “Ba-doing!” and giggling wildly at how funny it looked. He did it again – more roughly and yanking it further down – before I could pull back, and then had collapsed on his bed, overcome with hilarity.

Stunned, I put my hands over the front of my pyjamas and waited for him to regain his composure. I didn’t want to tell him off for what he’d done – to make him think in any way that he’d touched a ‘bad place’ – but he had to understand that it was not appropriate.

When he’d calmed down, I said, “Jake, you mustn’t touch me down there. That’s a very private place.”

Apart from anything else, with the excited state I was in, just a couple more ‘ba-doings’ could very easily have caused something very embarrassing to happen. I didn’t want to have to explain to my son why the front of my pyjamas had suddenly started seeping with glutinous white liquid.

Although he was still smirking, I could tell that my more serious tone had sobered him up enough for my message to get through.

“I was only joking… it was funny,” he protested.

“I know. And I’m not having a go. You just shouldn’t touch it like you did.”

“Why?”

I didn’t want to resort to, ‘You’ll understand when you’re older,’ but at the same time I didn’t want to get into some long discussion. I was worried that I could end up burying the idea in his subconscious that it was wrong to touch all guys’ penises – after all he might turn out gay and having that in his head would really mess things up for him. But I wanted him to know that what he’d just done was not acceptable.

At length, I settled for, “I’m your dad, Jake. You shouldn’t touch me there. In a few years’ time, when your pyjama bottoms start doing the same thing, it’d be just as wrong for me to grab at your erection.”

He shrugged. “I won’t mind… you can ‘ba-doing’ me if you want to!”

I smiled, retreating to the bathroom. “Thanks for the offer, Jake. But I think it’ll best if we both keep our hands to ourselves.”

From then on, I tried my hardest to sneak around unobserved when I awoke to find myself aroused – which was most mornings – but occasionally a gale of guffaws from Jake’s side of the room would let me know that I had not been successful.

After Jake had reached an age where his own pyjama bottoms were starting to tent outwards in the mornings – a state which became overtly conspicuous with dramatic rapidity – he began finding my own indiscretions far less amusing. I’d spent many years telling him not to be ashamed of his body and that puberty was something to be welcomed rather than condemned, and so he wasn’t particularly embarrassed to get out of bed with his organ at full mast.

Nevertheless I felt perhaps Jake was reaching an age where he needed more privacy and so I suggested to him that we might in future stay in separate rooms when we went away together. Jake surprised me, however, by speaking out – quite strongly – against this as he enjoyed the fun of staying over together and said it would be boring to stay in a room on his own. I decided, then, that it would be a shame to spoil his weekends away for the sake of my own probably overly-prudent sensitivities.

So we continued sharing rooms when we went away, the two of us clambering out of bed each morning and smirking over at each other at the state sleep had put us both in, as the front of Jake’s pyjama bottoms became as stretched as mine were by the nightly punishments his newly awakened anatomy was inflicting upon them.

What happened next was, in retrospect, inevitable. So inevitable that I should really have foreseen its arrival and yet, basked in blissful oblivion, I sailed right into it unawares.

We’d had a talk at home some time back about what Jake could do to try and becalm a spate of nocturnal accidents which had stretched to breaking point my ability to keep up with the laundering of his pyjama bottoms. I’d offered him some advice about what he could do in bed last thing at night to help his nightwear last more than a single sleep, and almost immediately afterwards the issue had quickly dissipated.

Jake presumably discovered, when his wet dreams had started, the paternal source of the “smell men sometimes produce”, as I had referred to it that early morning. Once he had taken up the hobby I had suggested for him, he must have also quickly realised what I had just done to myself in the hotel room to elicit such a recognisable odour.

Another boy might have been shocked to learn, after the event, that his father had masturbated in the bed next to him while he’d been sleeping and that I’d just brought myself to climax at the moment he had awoken. Jake, though, with his typical matter-of-fact outlook on life, saw it simply as an opportunity to follow my lead.

I first realised we had a problem when I was awoken early one morning in a Premier Inn near Villa Park by a gentle rhythmic thudding coming from within the room. I’d blearily assumed the noise to be the sound of the pipework heating up and had groped at myself through my pyjama fly, finding my organ throbbing with its usual early morning demands and my balls heavy and expectant for release. I’d pulled my erection out through my pyjama fly and had started fondling it when, glancing over from habit to check Jake was still asleep before taking up my own rhythm, I’d suddenly realised that the beating noise which had awoken me wasn’t coming from the plumbing.

It’s not every day one sees one’s teenaged son masturbating, and the image of Jake lying in the bed next to me enrapt in his own self-gratification is not one I like to dwell on. Nevertheless, I found myself enthralled to watch him pleasuring himself; my rapt curiosity at observing him in such a state tempered, but far from overcome, by my feelings of self-reproach.

He’d kept his duvet over him and had bent his knees upwards to try and conceal what he was doing, but the nature of his activity was blatantly obvious, especially to one as practised as I was to trying to hide the self-same recreation from others’ prying eyes.

His bed was gently rocking back and forth and his elbow was making a rhythmic thudding noise against his mattress, but Jake seemed blissfully unaware that his solitary pleasures were being so conspicuously announced. He was totally absorbed by the sensations of his hand sweeping up and down his penis; his eyes were tightly closed and his mouth slightly open, his lips forming a half-smile. His breathing was quickening and the rhythm of his wrist, as betrayed by the thumping of his elbow, was also growing steadily faster. A film of sweat was breaking out on his brow and his mouth opened a little, exhaling, as his hand worked his organ, a quiet “Aah!”

His free hand, I realised, was probably on his balls: he was likely groping them, or at least holding them steady, just like I do when I masturbate. I wondered what else he might like doing at such moments: would he sometimes hold off from climaxing, repeatedly bringing himself close and then easing off; or would he push his face beneath his bedding to appreciate the strong sexual odour from his genitals? I enjoy doing both of those during moments of self-stimulation and it fascinated me that my son might, through some intricate genetic connection, have exactly the same predilection.

I was still achingly hard, my throbbing manhood poking through my pyjama fly, and I became aware that I was gently squeezing myself as I watched my son’s rhythm on his own equivalent gradually increase. I momentarily considered joining him – the two of us masturbating together as if in some weird father-son ritual – but I quickly disregarded the notion on the grounds it would throw up too many difficulties afterwards.

He was, by now, gently panting; the beating of his elbow now accelerating quickly as he pushed himself towards his climax. I could tell that his erection would have swollen to its full aroused size and I found myself wondering how thick and how long it would be. Would it be as large as mine had been at his age, or could some random combination of providential genes from his mother and me have made him even more well-endowed?

He seemed very adept at what he was doing: perhaps all boys are once they’ve taken up the habit. How long had he been masturbating? How long had it been since we’d had that talk? Months? Years?

A distinct click-click-click sound started up and I realised it was coming from Jake’s foreskin being frantically jerked back and forth across his distended cock-head. Evidently, his erection remained on the dry side during sex, just like mine, and didn’t produce a copious ooze of lubricant as I knew some men did.

Abruptly he straightened his legs in his bed and opened them wide, his feet splayed apart at either side of the mattress. Now unsupported by his knees, his duvet settled down onto his groin and his hand thudded loudly against it, each beat of it hammering on its underside like a drum and the pace of it still increasing. I could see from his face – from the way he kept puckering his lips and licking them with his tongue – that he was too far gone to care. Evidently he was on the home straight, oblivious that he was bringing his dad along for the ride.

If I’d been going to let him know I was awake, the time to have done so had now passed. I knew I was now committed to watching my son experience an orgasm in his bed just feet away from me; committed to seeing Jake – my little Jakey who I’d brought up almost single-handedly – masturbate his penis to climax. And beneath my own duvet, for some reason, I was gently squeezing the shaft of my erection and circling its throbbing head with my thumb.

Thumping loudly against his duvet, Jake’s rhythm was becoming impossibly rapid: like a steam train’s engine hammering faster and faster as it sped into open country. Did I really wank myself this quickly? On my son it sounded hyperactive, almost painful; his fist must be literally slamming up and down his shaft like an over-charged piston.

His neck arched back against his pillow, his face thrown backwards towards the headboard with his eyes squinting tightly shut and his forehead wet with sweat. His mouth gaped wide and his elbow was somehow able to speed up even faster as it pounded mechanically against the mattress.

“Aah!” he gasped again, through rapid breaths. “Aah!”

And then his head fell forwards, his chin brought down almost onto his neck by the power of his orgasm.

His rhythm slowed, but didn’t stop: his hand continued to milk his shaft and prologue the thrill of his climax as long as he could to maximise his release. Like me, perhaps like all men, he luxuriated in his self-induced orgasm, coaxing every last twinge of pleasure from his squirting organ by maintaining his rhythm for as long as he could sustain it.

When he did, eventually, stop, and was lying there with the sweat running in dribbles down his forehead, gradually recovering his breath, I was faced with the dilemma of what to do. Should I pretend to have slept through my son’s masturbatory enjoyment, or should I come clean (as it were) and let him know that I had witnessed it?

As I lay wondering, the smell of his discharge hit me abruptly. His seminal odour was strong – probably even sharper than my own – and thickly laced with the acrid smack of his adolescent testosterone.

I decided I’d better speak up. I didn’t want to have to endure repeat performances every time we shared a room.

“Couldn’t you have done that in the bathroom, Jake?” I’d asked, my voice sounding harsh in the post-orgasm silence of the room.

His head swung round to face me, his eyes horrified. “I… er…”

“It’s okay… it’s just not really appropriate in a shared room.”

For a few seconds he’d stared at me, aghast. When he’d recovered his bearings he snapped, defensively, “You do it sometimes!”

“What?”

“Yeah. All that stuff about scratching yourself… and then the same smell afterwards. It’s just the same as me doing it.”

I sat up and faced him, keeping my own erection out of sight beneath my covers.

“Fair enough – so I won’t do it either. I just did it when you were too young to know about stuff like that and when I thought you were asleep.”

“Yeah, well I thought you were still asleep,” he countered. His voice was hoarse from his just waking up. “How was I supposed to know you were perving on me?”

I smiled. “I wasn’t. I just… well… you were making a bit of noise. It woke me up.”

“You should have said something. Made me stop.”

I nodded. “Well, maybe I should have. But… you know…” (how could I admit that I’d found it deeply captivating to watch my own son masturbating without confirming to him that I’d been ‘perving’ on him, as he’d put it?) “By the time I woke up, you seemed… kind of… into it. It would have seemed inconsiderate to have interrupted.”

He threw me a look. Part-quizzical, part-indignant.

“You still should have let me know you were awake,” he insisted. “It’s not something I really wanted you to see.”

I shrugged. “Fine. So do it in the bathroom in the future, and I will too. Okay?”

He nodded and then threw me a small smile. Looking down beneath his sheets he said, “D’you wanna pass me some tissue? Quite a lot, actually.”

I smiled back and then got out of my bed on the far side so that my back was turned towards him. I didn’t want to add to his discomfort by letting him see how tented the front of my pyjamas were. It might freak him out; make him think that watching him pleasuring himself had aroused me. I had, of course, awoken with an erection. The sight of Jake in the throes of his own self-indulgence hadn’t contributed to it at all. Had it?

Stumbling into the bathroom, I called out, “It’s good practice to have some at the ready. It’s a habit you get into.”

“You mean, I’m going to be doing this for years? Until I’m old? Like your age, even?”

I smiled, obscuring the front of my pyjamas with the bathroom door. Throwing him a thick wad of tissue I replied, “Even older than that Jake, in all probability.”

I closed the door to give him the privacy to clean himself up and switched on the shower to conceal the noise of what I was desperate to do to my own straining organ. Attending to myself over the toilet bowl, I felt compelled to try and match Jake’s speed; jerking my shaft with the same impatient rhythm that he had employed on himself. Being unfamiliar with the technique, my wrist made frantic clapping sounds against my thigh which sounded loud and blatantly masturbatory even over the noise of the shower. I thought it likely that Jake would be able to hear his father behind the bathroom door following in his footsteps (or should that be handslaps) but I was too titillated by adopting the same masturbatory rhythm on my cock as Jake had on his to be able to curb my enthusiasm. Nevertheless, after I’d finished off and the copious outpouring of my seed was flushed away, the soreness of my foreskin and the ache in my forearm dictated that I’d probably leave such adolescent excesses to him in future.

From then on, Jake and I kept our sexual habits largely private when we had to share together, save for occasionally getting unintended eyefuls of each other’s morning glories inside our pyjamas (or in Jake’s case his underwear, once he’d grown out of wearing pyjamas for bed) when we happened to wake up together. Our masturbatory needs were consigned to the bathroom; while we never spoke again of what we both needed to do, we were both fully aware that we were doing it. In my case, such necessary activities were always disguised behind the sound of running water; my sense of modesty being significantly greater than my concern for the environment. Jake showed no such qualms and got on with what he needed to do without any concern that his father might overhear. The fact there was only a wooden door between the two of us to absorb the sounds of his early morning duties seemed largely immaterial to my son: he’d attend to his ministrations with the same abandon as he’d show when using the toilet, and a for a good few minutes I’d have to pretend I couldn’t hear the unseemly and sometimes bewildering commotion of noises he would happily make in there.

===

Just before bed, while I was brushing my teeth and Jake was taking a pee, he asked me when we would be going away to watch another match.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, through a mouthful of foam. Then, after spitting into the sink and rinsing my mouth, I added, “I don’t think Guy had a specific match in mind. He just said sometime in the New Year.”

“You’ll want to go sooner rather than later though,” he suggested with a grin.

“I don’t really mind when we go, Jake. Obviously you’re quite keen, though.”

He shook himself and tucked himself away. “Only for your sake. It might help you decide that maybe this isn’t for you after all.”

“What isn’t for me?” I asked in surprise, walking over to the towel rail to dry my mouth.

He reached for his toothbrush. “This whole ‘butt monkey’ thing. Doing stuff with other guys.”

I smiled towards him through the mirror. He was putting toothpaste onto his brush.

“Do you think it’s a phase I’m going through?”

He glanced over at me and smiled back. “Maybe.”

He put the brush in his mouth and switched it on.

“Jake, I’m not thirteen,” I said. “I think my days of going through pubescent phases are long over.”

He switched off his brush and spat a mouthful of foam into the sink. “I don’t mean like that,” he said. “I just mean maybe it’s some kind of weird obsession you’ve developed… after looking at all that stuff on the internet. Maybe when you’re faced with the reality of… well… being sexual with another guy… going the whole way with him… letting him… you know… well, maybe then you’ll realise that it isn’t for you.”

His speech complete, he reinserted his brush and got on cleaning his teeth.

I was taken aback that he would think like this. Admittedly, and thankfully, he didn’t know the vast majority of what I’d done with other men during the past few months, but I was still surprised that he might regard me as immature enough to need to ‘go the whole way’ with another guy to know whether interested in him sexually.

I put the towel back on the rail.

“Well, I guess I’ll soon find out,” I remarked. “It’s the office Christmas party on Friday night.”

He looked over at me and I saw his memory cogs turn a few times before his eyes widened slightly when the penny eventually dropped. After spitting into the sink again, he said, “I’d forgotten about that. I’m staying over at mum’s, aren’t I?”

“You are indeed.”

He smiled at me and said, “Maybe that’ll be night that you figure out whether all this is for you. Maybe that’ll be the night that things will… well…”

“Slot into place?”

He guffawed. “Well if anything does, one way or the other, that’ll kind of settle it for you!”

I chuckled back at him.

Then I asked, more seriously, “Does all this bother you, Jake? That I’m getting interested in other guys…”

He rinsed his mouth and spat again. “No, not at all. As long as it’s right for you. That’s my only worry.”

I patted him on the shoulder. “Well, don’t worry. You’ve enough to think about with your exams approaching and university next year. All this stuff with me… well… it’ll sort itself out one way or another.”

He nodded and said, for some reason with a thick Yorkshire accent, “Aye, ‘appen.”

I smiled at him again. He was being silly to mask his concern.

“Goodnight, Jake.”

“‘Night, dad.”

I left him to scrutinise his skin in the mirror and dab antiseptic lotion onto the spots he imagined he had, and crossed the landing to go to bed.

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Next story: Roadside Assistance

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From Part 1…

After the kiss, I looked at him and asked, “What brought that on?”

“Later,” he replied as he grasp my cock and began stroking me. He began changing position and soon he had his head on my stomach as he stroked my cock.

After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked closely at my dripping cock.

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Part 2…

Suddenly in the blink of an eye, he swallowed my cock, burying his nose in my thick pubic bush.

He began sucking me hungrily and it was obvious that it wasn’t his first time. I moaned in pure delight as his velvety mouth worked my cock. Soon, I climaxed, filling his mouth with my huge built up load. He collected it all and as he slowly pulled off, he looked at me and swallowed.

“Would you mind explaining why you have let me think you only liked to get sucked. Baby, it’s obvious that that wasn’t our first time sucking cock.”

“No, Mark, it wasn’t. I’ve wanted to do that since the day I saw you lick your lips, and I’m sorry I led you on.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m a member of a group of guys that like to ride bikes. We all have one other thing in common. We all love getting our cocks sucked or fucking a hot ass. To my knowledge all the others are straight. I lead the same life, unless I go out of town where I’m not known, then I do it all.”

“I can understand that you want to keep your love for cock secret with your group, but why with me?”

“I don’t know. on each ride, one of us will bring a guy that loves to suck and get fucked. We find a private spot and all take turns fucking his ass and mouth. Maybe I was afraid that if I took you, you might let it out that I sucked cock also.”

“Well, I wouldn’t. You’re special,” I said. “Tell me about the group.”

“When we ride, there is anywhere from ten to fifteen of us, depending on who can get off work. The group is made up of a contractor, a mechanic, a doctor, lawyer, two firemen, a couple of cops, all fairly well known, plus others.”

“Were you wanting to take me?”

“I thought about it,” he said.

“I’ve got another question. Do the others get boned before the sex starts of afterward?”

“Oh, before. When we find a place, by the time we get our pants off, most of the guys are rock hard.”

“If that’s true, and I’m not saying it isn’t, I can almost guarantee that those that are boned do more that just get sucked or fuck other guys. I’ll bet they secretly suck also.”

“I wish that was true. Nearly all are hot as hell and I’d love an orgy with them.”

I went and got a pen and paper and when I returned, I said, “Give me some names and what information you can about a few of them.”

He gave me the name of the contractor, mechanic, one fireman, and a few others, and asked why I wanted them.

“I’m going to do some investigating and find out what’s what.”

We returned to having sex and wildly fucked each other. He loved it up his ass as much as I did.

I had his phone number and told him I would be in touch as soon as I found out anything.

I decided that the contractor and mechanic I could check out myself and I called a private investigator buddy to check out the others. Ray, the investigator, and I were also ‘friends with benefits’. He was hot in bed.

I soon called the contractor and arranged for him to come to my house and give me an estimate on some renovations.

He arrived and as we went over what I wanted to do and he took measurements, I made sexual comments, and when I could, I’d brush against his crotch on ‘accident’. He got boned and after a short time, said, “I get the impression there is something else you want. If there is ask for it like a man, don’t scratch for it like a dog.”

“Well,” I said, grabbing his boner, “there is something I want.”

“I thought so,” he said. “Lead the way.”

I led him to the bedroom and we both stripped. I began sucking him and after a short moment, he stopped me and flipped around into the sixty-nine position and swallowed my cock. We climaxed together and as I expected, he hungrily swallowed. Wanting to know more, I began fingering his ass and said I would love to fuck him.

“Whenever you’re ready, It’s all yours,” he replied.

Moments later I was again boned and we lay on the bed and I fucked his ass with him telling me to fuck harder and rougher. After I filled his ass with my load, we dressed and he finished taking measurements and left, saying he’d call for a meeting when he had the estimate. When he said the word ‘meeting’ he winked and I knew what he meant.

He left and I continued with he second part of my investigation.

I went to my closet, and when I opened the door, my best friend, Greg, smiled and said, “I’ve got it all on tape, from the time the two of you entered the bedroom until you filled his ass with your load.”

“I owe you, Greg, big time.”

“No you don’t. You’d have done it for me.”

The next day, I went to see the mechanic. I arrived the next morning around half past eleven, as the others were leaving for lunch.

After introducing myself, he asked what my problem was. I made up and excuse and he began a quick inspection.

Like Brad had said, both men, the contractor and the mechanic, were hot as hell.

He lay on a roller and slid under the car to check it out. From the waist up he was under the car. I squatted down next to him and rested my arm on my leg, letting my hand hang down with my fingertips a fraction of the inch above his crotch.

Ever so slowly, I lowered my hand, letting the tips rub his crotch. His cock began to stiffen, and soon, I could clearly see the outline. To my surprise, after a moment he spread his legs wider, giving me full access. He began making his hard cock bounce up and down and I went for broke. I grabbed it and squeezed gently.

He slowly rolled back out from under the car and smiled, then said, “I can’t find anything under here but that doesn’t mean anything. Let’s go to the office and I’ll explain what it could be.”

In my pocket was a voice activated recorder and I was taping everything.

We got to the office and he turned and said, “You want to suck it?” I nodded and dropped to my knees as he took out his cock.

After I had sucked him off he said, “You had a nice feel of me, now it’s my turn.”

He reached down and grabbed my cock and said, “Umm, fucking nice. May I see it?”

I unzipped my pants and extracted my hard cock. “Nice,” he said. “I bet it’s nice and tasty.”

“Go ahead and find out if you want to.”

He knelt and began sucking my cock. As he did, he moaned softly.

“That cock taste good?” I asked.

“Yep, and I bet the load taste even better.”

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” I asked.

“Hell yea. I want to eat it. I love cum.”

He finished me off and hungrily swallowed my load.

“Now that I’ve had my lunch, I couldn’t find anything wrong with your car. It could be that what you’re hearing is the struts going bad.”

“If it continues, I’ll be back.”

“I sure hope so,” he replied, rubbing my crotch again.

I left and that evening I called Brad to come over. After showing him the video and letting him listen to the tape he said, “I can’t believe that they are both gay. They act so fucking masculine.”

We had our usual sex and I told him that I would let him know what Ray found out.

About a week later, Ray called me and said he had evidence on the lawyer and the firemen. We met and he showed me the tapes. He had used one of his operatives to seduce the lawyer while he taped the meeting. Sure enough the lawyer sucked his operative and asked to be fucked.

The fireman was seduced at a gym and the operative videoed Ray and the fireman having sex in the steam room with a third guy. As Ray fucked the fireman, the fireman sucked the third man.

Brad called me a couple of weeks later and said the guys were wanting another ride and asked if I’d be interested in being the receiver.

I said definitely and told him that this would be our chance to blow things open.

Ray had a hunting camp that was private and I asked if I could borrow it. When he asked why, I told him everything. He quickly agreed.

It was all set and Brad and I went early to unlock the gate and get things ready.

“Call me Cutter while we’re here. That’s what they all call me.”

I agreed and shortly later, the guys began to arrive in one large group. When the contractor and mechanic saw me they both had a look of total fear on their face. I just smiled.

This trip, since we were on private property with permission, all the guys stripped totally nude and began waving their cocks at me. Then knew that I was the man to service them.

First off I sucked one built stud that I later found out was a state cop, while the fireman fucked my ass. I was sucking my fourth cock when Cutter spoke up.

“Guys, I have evidence that some of you aren’t as straight as you pretend to be. And guess what, neither am I. We’re supposed to trust each other so I’m coming out and being myself. The rest of you should also.”

With that, Cutter dropped and began sucking a guy that turned out to be a Marine recruiter.

That broke the ice. It turned out that ten out of the fourteen guys were gay or bi. three of them were married. The really straight ones didn’t seem to mind at all.

We began having regular ‘rides’ and Ray always hosed at his camp. He also joined the group and he and I both learned to ride bikes.

As time progressed, the ones that were straight eventually became curious and began sucking cock and giving away their ass. I had the pleasure of taking one city cops virginity while all the others watched.

After two years, our ‘club’ had grown to twenty members and we have a great time. We now have weekend rides and for the entire group stays nude for the entire weekend and whenever you want sex you go for it.

It is so hot to look around and seeing several couples either sucking or fucking or three ways going on. The only restrictions when we get together is no blood, pain, or scat. Beyond that, anything goes.

Oh, by the way……Cutter and I are now lovers.

THE END

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This is another short story of mine and i wanted to make a story that is depressing at first but towards the middle and the end is uplifting.

Hope you enjoy!

“Try and get back up now fucking faggot” One said as they repeatedly kicked me in the stomach.

“Yeah we’re going to make sure you can’t have any kids” The second one said.

I have been through this torture all my life and this is the reason why i can’t seem to find a perfect date.

Thankfully those bullies have ran off and i noticed a hand trying to pull me up.

“We need to get you to the hospital” said this mysterious stranger

I suddenly blank out and lay in a pool of blood.

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I regain conciousness and see that i’m laying in a hospital bed with other adults. there are various nurses and doctors talking to the paitents when one doctor walks over to my bed.

“So how are we today Andrew?” the doctor asks me.

“I’m feeling a little better but there is still a pain in my stomach” i admit as i try to sit up but wince from the pain.

“maybe you should relax and try to get some rest” the doctor says

A nurse whispers something into his ear and he had to go for an emergency. as he leaves i admire his buttocks and how well they shape in his pants. After that i don’t remember much as i fell back into sleep

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I awake and immediately stare into the beautiful doctor’s eyes yet again. He has brown hair with brown stubble and brown eyes. also from what i could tell behind that uniform he had a nice muscular build.

“So andrew feel any better since we last talked?” he asked

“Well yeah the pain seems to have disappeared in my stomach” I admitted. “But i think i should know your name if your in charge of taking care of me”

“Certainly my name is Aaron Jones, but call me Dr Jones. I need to perform some medical tests on you before you go home”

The medical tests that Dr Jones performed were quick and painless and he helped me into my car.

“I care about you Andrew so here i want you to have this” he said.

He gives me a folded piece of paper and i drive off.

Listening to my favourite Cascada song i drive to my home and put my key through the door.

I enter my home and lay on the sofa and replaying the time i’ve spent in the hospital and how i could actually end up with a date with the hottest doctor around town.

These replays soon escape my mind and open the piece of paper Dr Jones gave to me. On it was his mobile number.

So i decided to call him and he answers straight away.

“Hell Dr Jones speaking who may i say is calling?” He questions

“It’s Andrew you recently discharged me from the hospital” I answered

“Ah yes i remember how can i help?”

“Well i was wondering if when you’ve finished your shift would you like to go on a date with me?” i asked curiously.

“Sure i’ll come to yours in an hour” he said. He had to hang up since he was busy.

The hour gone by quickly and i was just putting on my shoes when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find Dr Jones still in his uniform holding some chocolates and a bag of clothes.

“Do you mind if i use your shower i stink and need to change into more casual clothes” he admits to me

“Sure go ahead” I say as i watch that fabulous butt again as he walks upstairs

i pour us a glass of white wine and as i walk into the living room Dr Jones is in the sexiest clothes ever a tank top with a jacket and jeans with nice trainers. I offer him the wine which he accepts

“So busy day at work then?” I ask

“Yeah i had to announce to a family that their son had died which was upsetting to say and to see how damaging it is for them” he sighs and i can see the tears coming from his eyes.

i wrap my arms around him and give him a long hug and wipe his tears with a tissue

“i’m here for you sweety” i say to him

Dr Jones stare into my eyes and i stare into his. He makes the first move and leans his face closer to mine…..

Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. What’s ever going to become of you? Never closing your bedroom draperies! What would your mother say? I’m sure she taught you better than that.

There you are, preparing your entrance like some Hollywood starlet. Walk toward the window, Anthony. Swagger just a bit and make your big cock sway. Watching your swaying cock makes my cock tingle, but then you knew that, didn’t you? Swing your monster cock and your big balls. Which do you like better, Anthony; the feel of your monster cock and big balls swinging freely like that or knowing that I am watching their dance?

Now, turn slowly. That’s right. Jut your cute little ass out for me. You’re so beautiful, Anthony. You have a great ass. I think that must be part of your Italian heritage. When David came back from Milan he told me that all Italian men have great asses. That can’t be true, but it’s a lovely thought.

Lift your arms over your head, Anthony. That shows off your biceps so well. Twist your torso. Now, look back over your shoulder. Lovely play of muscle under Mediterranean-bronze skin!

What’s the matter, Anthony? Why did you stop your show so suddenly? Doorbell, huh? Better grab your robe and let her in.

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Do you remember our first time, Anthony? That early summer afternoon? I bet you do. Tom and the other boys who helped you move in had all gone home, and you were alone, drying off after your first shower in your new apartment. You were facing the big bedroom window, toweling your hair. Your biceps flexed as you fluffed your long black curls, and the muscles of your abdomen and sides undulated under your flawless skin. You tossed your handsome head from side to side like a proud lion. Then you looked through your window and saw me watching you.

I surprised you, didn’t I, Anthony? You were angry when you realized I had been watching you all along. You stomped toward your window. That was the first time I ever saw your cock sway. It’s a long one even when it’s soft. Thick, too. Very nice! You reached up to pull the drapery cord, but then you stopped. You stood there with your arm raised, poised like a Roman statue, and watched me watching you. Your hand held the cord but you didn’t pull it. Instead, you looked down at your big cock and back at me, and you began to rub your pubic bush. That made your cock dance. You turned a little and pushed your balls out. I could see them clearly then. They were big and heavy looking. Beautiful!

Then you looked away. You pretended you didn’t know I was watching. You turned sideways and started jacking your cock. With catlike movements you gyrated as you rubbed your chest and stomach, your cock growing in your right hand to truly impressive size. You did it like a man in a video Mark showed me once. I don’t have any dirty movies, Anthony. You’re my dirty movie.

You backed onto the bed and arched your back off the mattress. You pounded your meat making your balls bounced crazily. You lowered your back, lifted your feet off the bed and spread your legs wide, showing me your asshole. You looked at me watching you as you fingered your hairy hole with the fingers of your left hand and pounded your cock with your right. When you got close, you closed your eyes, lowered your legs and stroked your cock with long, luxurious movements, twisting your fist over your glans at the top of each stroke. Your balls bounced less and less as they tightened into a beautiful knot high against your body, and then you finally shot your load. Do you remember that load, Anthony? Probably not. I do, though. It was huge. Your cock spurted jet after jet of creamy cum that arched high and spattered against your headboard. I know you must have been moaning.

You really got off with me watching you, didn’t you, Anthony? I know you did. You still do. Pig!

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Mmm!. She’s quite pretty, Anthony. Tall and svelte. Nothing but the best for you, huh? Very classy.

I remember her. You don’t bring home many black women. She’s the one who gave you a fit because you refused to close your draperies. It was a hard-won battle, and you did it just for me, didn’t you, Anthony? Yeah! Right!

You’re in a playful mood tonight, aren’t you, Anthony? You can tickle and tease a little, but you’d better be careful. She doesn’t seem to like it much. She’s too sophisticated for a lot of horseplay.

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Hey, Anthony! What ever happened to Tom? He was a nice guy. And pretty. Not much into exhibitionism, though, was he? And he probably didn’t have a queer bone in his body. I know it took a lot of finesse for you to arrange his rare appearances. I really appreciate that.

I loved watching those few times the two of you tussled around on the floor. You’d wrestle him out of his clothes as you nonchalantly slipped out of your shorts and jockstrap, your cock already hard. You’re so clever. I think you could get the pope naked if you wanted to. Then the two of you would play grab-ass like a couple of horny teenagers. You’d roll around until you’d get him in a hold with your hard cock in his face. He’d laugh and try to throw you off, but you’re stronger and he was never able to do it.

It’s too bad Tom never got an erection. You should have tried harder with him instead of just playing like prepubescent children. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed watching your show as much as you enjoyed putting it on. Your instant erection let me know just how much you enjoyed it. I have the feeling you’d have fucked him if he’d let you. Horn dog!

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Kiss her deeply, Anthony. Is your tongue in her mouth? I’m sure it must be.

She doesn’t like it much when you muss her hair, does she? Now’s the time to take off her dress. Pulling it over her head will just muss her hair more. Then she can pat it down and make everything all right again.

Now, reach behind her and unhook the bra. That’s right, Anthony. Slip it off. This one has little tits. She hardly needs a bra. I like that. Big tits flop around too much. Very distracting!

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Ron and I were talking late one night in our dorm room about our reaction to puberty. I told him that when I was twelve or thirteen, in addition to my genitals growing and my getting body hair, that my nipples puffed out and got hard. They were sensitive when I touched them and I thought I had cancer. He chuckled and told me that the same thing had happened to him, only he thought that he was turning into a hermaphrodite. God, did we laugh.

You remind me a lot of Ron, Anthony. His muscles were shapely, developed and well-defined without being massive. Some time during our second semester we started giving each other back rubs which gradually turned into massages. He always massaged me first. He was good. He’d massage my muscles with long, hard strokes. I would lie still and enjoy all that attention. Then it would be my turn.

I loved massaging Ron. I would slick him up with oil and rub and caress his muscles. Each time, I would do something I hadn’t done before, and he would do that same thing to me next time. I remember the first time I massaged his butt. I thought he might stop me when I stated to take off his boxers, but instead he lifted his hips and I slid them off. He had big balls and they hung lower than any of the other guys I ever checked out in the shower room. I thought the sight of those balls lying on the bed between his meaty thighs was about the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I still think that.

Ron’s was the first butt I ever touched. I still remember the cool, velvety feel of it, and I can still see the curve that started gently at two dimples on the small of his back and rose to graceful mounds that domed and fell quickly to end with creases at the tops of his legs. His crack divided his mounds perfectly, and I spread them slightly with the heels of my hands as I massaged. I alternately kneaded the firm but pliable muscles and glided my palms over those exquisite curves. That first time, when I woke from my reverie and became aware of how much time I had been lavishing on his butt, I was embarrassed, but then I realized that he was not complaining. I don’t know which one of us enjoyed it more.

We were always hard during our sessions. At first we tried to hide our boners from each other, but after a while it became apparent that that was futile. He didn’t balk the first time I took his cock in my oily hand and started to jack. His piss tube must have been full of precum. On the first upstroke it came oozing out. I looked at his face, but his eyes were closed. The more I stroked the faster he breathed, and his abs tensed in high relief. He was really beautiful. I slid my hand up and down and squeezed as it glided over his glans. He jerked once and started to shoot the biggest load I think I ever saw. It must have shot three feet straight up and plopped back down over my pumping hand and his bouncing balls.

The first blow job wasn’t long to follow. It was clumsy by later standards, and Ron let me know when I scraped his shaft with my teeth, but I learned quickly. I held the base of his cock in my hand and laved the top two or three inches with my tongue before I tried to deep-throat him, and when I finally went the whole way down, I gagged and choked on his knobby cock head, so I backed off and just held it in my mouth. Soon he thrust his hips upward in sharp little jabs and came in acrid spurts on my tongue. I loved the feel and taste of him. Everything seemed so natural, like I was born to suck cock.

I often think of Ron and wonder what his life is like. I hope he remembers me too. I bet he does.

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And what about you, Anthony? Do you fondly remember even one woman you’ve loved? Have you ever loved anyone? Were they people you ever cared about at all, or were they just convenient cunts to fuck? I hate to think it, my friend, but I’m very much afraid that you’re the love-’em-and-leave-’em type. And probably proud of it. You are, aren’t you? Prick!

Is she giving you good head, Anthony? You seem to like it. Turn her face a little so I can see your hard cock in her painted mouth. I want to see that sturdy shaft. That’s it. I can see fine now.

Sway, Anthony. Isn’t it about time to grab her head and fuck her mouth? I thought so. You don’t need to look over here to check on me. I’m still watching. Wipe that shitty grin off your face and get back into the moment. Now, throw your head back and close your eyes. Fuck her mouth. I love the way a standing fuck makes your butt round out and look so hard.

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Ben once told me that I gave the best head of anyone he ever knew. He used to hang around the john at Dempsey’s Truck Stop. I guess a compliment from someone with that kind of experience ought to be worth something.

Ben much preferred standing blow jobs to any other kind. It was a dominance thing; it gave him a feeling of power to tower over me the way he did. I’d kneel in front of him and watch as he slowly unbuttoned his 501s and take out his uncut nine inches. I’d open my mouth like a hungry nestling and wait for him to feed me.

Sometimes he would play with me, slapping my face with his rubbery shaft. He liked to peel back his foreskin and rub the sensitive underside of his cock over my extended tongue and poke his cheesy glans around the back of my throat before I’d closed my lips around his veiny shaft. That’s when I’d take over.

I’d nibble his glans and slide his corona in and out through tightly pressed lips. I’d take only the first few inches because I wanted to feel that rubbery ridge with my tongue and cheeks before suddenly burying my nose in his smelly thatch and constricting my throat around his throbbing head. I liked to work him to the point of ejaculation and then hold him loosely in the pool of saliva and precum that had accumulated in my mouth and wait for his eagerness to ebb. Then I’d start the process all over again.

Sometimes I would crawl under him and lick through the wiry hairs that grew thickly on his inner thighs. Eventually I’d take his pendulous balls into my mouth and maybe even spread his cheeks and lick his hole, but Ben was usually pretty insistent on getting off and wanted most of my attention on is cock.

When he was ready to shoot, he’d grab my head and twist it around as he repeatedly forced his glans past my soft palate and down my throat. I’d grab his ass. And he’d fuck and grind his hips forcefully against my face. I loved the feel of his hard ass flexing in my hands. Sometimes he’d let me work my fingers into his crack and touch his pucker, but not often. He had one hard ass. He was one hard-ass, too.

Ben always liked coming in my mouth – well, down my throat, actually. I’d ask him sometimes if we couldn’t do something different – you know, something more. But he liked what he liked and let’s face it: he was in charge, and he wasn’t wild about ass fucking, especially when it was his ass being fucked. I was happy as long as he was happy. Giving pleasure is as important getting it, and I got plenty of pleasure servicing Ben.

You’d agree that giving pleasure is important, wouldn’t you, Anthony? No? Guess not. I’ve watched you manipulate and browbeat until you got your way, even when the poor girl hated what you were doing. Bastard!

* * *

Agh! No, Anthony, don’t do that! It’s disgusting. And don’t look over here and laugh. Your friend will wonder what the hell’s wrong with you. I’m going to get a beer. You know I hate when you eat pussy.

I know there’s no logic to it, Anthony. Eating assholes has got to be less hygienic than eating pussy. But sex is not a logical proposition, now is it?

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It’s been my experience that guys love to have their assholes eaten; maybe excepting Ben and a few others. But no one loved it as much as Jim.

Jim had one of those great bubble butts, and it was covered with soft blond down that segued into coarse curls right around his hole. We’d be naked in bed and start to kiss and fondle each other. He’s twist and squirm until we were chest to chest with him on top. Both of my hands were free then to slip around his sides to his ass. I’d slowly describe spiraling circles over the furry mounds of his butt, my fingers inching closer to his crack with each arc until I would slice through his warm crevice and eventually make contact with his sweet spot. He’s stop his squirming and flex his butt muscles, and I’d finger-fuck him in that not-very-convenient position until I could wriggle my way from under him and get behind, mouth to asshole. Then I could play in earnest.

I loved cupping Jim’s ass cheeks in my palms and spreading them wide to expose his asshole. The first sight of those blond curls surrounding his pink pucker always made my cock jump, and I would lower my mouth to nibble my favorite tidbit.

I always lingered over the first kiss. I would kiss and bite and suck, wetting is hole and the surrounding flesh, and then I would lick it almost dry again. I sucked his hole like I was trying to get the puckered lips into my mouth, and I tongue-fucked him until we were both ready for fingers.

He liked it when I would stick my forefinger just inside his hole and pinch my way around its rubbery ring. Then I’d insert the forefinger of my other hand and spread the ring open so I could see up his chute. I frequently licked his fleshy mounds to keep them lubricated, and he would sometimes pass me a tube of K-Y if the friction if fingers against opening was too great. Then I would stick one finger up his ass as deeply as I could, and soon I’d add a second, then a third. I’d rotate my forearm as I fucked in and out. I loved watching his cunt stretch and close as my knuckles passed around and through. He liked to come while I played with his pussy and would jack himself, shooting his creamy load onto the bed under his chest. Once in a while he would come spontaneously as I massaged his hard prostate.

After a while, Jim would flatten himself on his tummy, and I would mount him to fuck his slippery hole. I liked as much skin contact as I could get, so I would lie on his broad back to hump his fabulous ass. I’d slip inside easily, and he’d tighten his sphincter around my shaft. I’d make fast, shallow jabs in and out through the opening before changing to deep, forceful thrusts. Then I would repeat the pattern: shallow jabs to deep thrusts, over and over. When I could feel the eruption beginning to boil deep inside me, I’d change to long, easy strokes to prolong the ejaculation and heighten the ecstasy. Finally, when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I would push hard against his beautiful ass and pulse my load deeply into him as forcefully as I could.

Sometimes, for variety’s sake, Jim would flip onto his back, lift his legs wide and high, wink his pretty hole at me until I kissed and ate and fucked him to climax. Either way, he would squirm and moan, and it never took me long to shoot. His gyrations and moans were probably for my benefit since he had already come.

Jim was a great fuck and a sweet person. I could have fallen for him in a big way, but he wouldn’t think of leaving his wife and kids.

Your whores don’t tongue-fuck your asshole, do they, Anthony? It’s probably something that never crossed your mind. You don’t know what you’re missing. Jerk!

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This one hasn’t quite gotten the routine, has she? You’ll have to teach her that when you’re on your bed, you start with her on her back and you on top; just like the missionaries told the pagans was right and proper. Christian, even.

Turn her for me. I can’t quite see. That’s better. Now, fuck her. Lift and thrust, Anthony. Out and in. Lift your beautiful ass high in the air and hold it a second, its perfect roundness silhouetted against the far wall, and drive down hard. Make her scream. Again. Do it, Boy.

Now it’s time. Turn her so I can see you between her legs. Let me see your balls bounce and slap off her ass. A little more. Perfect.

Is she juicy, Anthony? Do you like fucking her juicy cunt? Push it in a little from the left, Anthony, and then a little from the right. Probe her juicy cunt from every angle possible. Make your balls swing to the max. I love watching a man’s low hanging balls swing while he’s fucking away. Fuck her, Boy.

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Can you believe it, Anthony? There was a time when I didn’t know the pleasures to be had by being fucked. I was a top and that was that. Period. It’s not that I thought I was too macho or too good to be fucked. It’s just that from my first masturbation fantasies when I was a teen I thought about fucking my young friends up their asses. I never considered anything else. That was before I met Lee.

Lee took great delight in introducing me to the joys of bottoming. He was the first person to ever touch my pucker, and that first time was electric. I still remember it.

It was only our second date. We went to a Saturday matinee, and since it was raining and neither of us had much money, we ended up back in his basement apartment. It didn’t take us much time to get out of our clothes and into bed. We were all over each other, clutching and pawing.

At one point we were in a sixty-nine position with me on the bottom. I was sucking his cock, forcing its engorged head as deeply into my throat as I could get it and constricting my throat muscles around it by swallowing. Lee had one of my big nuts in his mouth and was going after the other one. I spread my legs to give him more room. He moved his hand under my ball sac, grasped my thighs and opened the span between them even more. He glided one hand across my ass and grazed my pucker. I couldn’t believe the sensation. He took my moan to mean that I wanted him to enter. He let the captured nut slip from his mouth and before I knew it he had a finger buried as deeply up my ass as it could go. My erection involuntarily bobbed each time he touched my prostate. I lifted my legs and begged for more. He obliged my getting between my thighs and forcing his glans through my sphincter. He held it steady and I stared into space. When he slid it deeper I opened my mouth and spread my arms wide. He’d slip it out a little and push it in a little deeper until he was in to the hilt and fucking me with long, smooth strokes. I was nearly out of control, writhing and moaning like the best of the boys I had ever fucked.

Well, since that long-ago rainy day it’s been a toss-up for me as to which I liked better; fucking or being fucked. You won’t ever face that dilemma though, will you, Anthony? Looser!

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Now it’s time, Anthony. Get serious about this fuck. Good. Spread her legs more. Wriggle your ass. Slam your cock in. You’re so big, Anthony, you really fill me up. Your cock is so damn hard.

Now hump, Anthony. Hump me hard. Lift that ass high and slam it home. Pound my ass.

Ahh, Anthony! You’re so good. You drive me crazy. I’m squeezing my asshole tight for you. Do you like that? I’d do anything to make it good for you, Anthony.

Fuck me hard. You know what I need. You know how I love to feel your hard cock slamming up my ass, punishing me for being the slut that I am.

Oh, yes! Buck and push it home. Make me squirm. I can take it.

Come inside me, Anthony. I want to feel you pulse your big load deep up my hungry ass. Feed me your seed.

I’m going to come, Anthony. I’m going to come with you. Oh, yes! I’m coming. Fuck me, Anthony. Deeper. Oh, Anthony! Yes!

The cum – it’s all over my chest and pooled in my navel. That was a good one, Anthony. You really are one hot fucker.

Why don’t you let me . . . her stay the night, Anthony? She’d make you happy in the morning, I’m sure. But you never let anyone stay over night. She’s reaching for her lace panties. It must be midnight: the witching hour. Yep. There go the chimes. And there goes the girl.

Ah, Anthony; you’re so predictable.

Asshole!

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