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Disclaimer: The following story depicts sexual acts between two men. Though unspecified, both participants are intended to be over eighteen. If such material offends you, or you are offended by profanity, please do not continue reading. This story belongs to Timothy Evans and should not be distributed to other sites without expressed consent. Comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated.

Incubus

Michael sat in his bedroom in his West Hudson street apartment, on his unmade bed in his unkempt room, laptop open, browser logged into adam4adam. Naturally, the door being closed, he had his shirt pulled up just above his nipples, his belt undone, pants open, cock erect with that gradual curve toward his stomach. His roommate Kyle wasn’t home at the moment, not that he would see what Michael was doing anyway.

He had his browser cued up to some cute kid’s profile, a freshman, probably, who wanted “dscrt fun” and “nsa,” when a notification popped up. There was a message from hott4u. Michael opened up the guy’s profile. 34 years old. Old enough not to open the message. That decided, it didn’t really hurt to browse what pics the guy had up.

Short-cropped, mouse-brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that didn’t quite say “creepy stalker.” He looked normal, at least. His profile pic showed him in a swimsuit at some stream, completely wet. Michael’s cock pulsed, and he stroked it a little. It had been almost a month since he’d gotten any action. A month seemed a long time. The man’s profile said uncut, and there was no dick size. Michael smirked. Normally guys posted a dick size so big it seemed it could split his ass open. He was into running and biking and swimming, and apparently also read. Being at college to study English, Michael hoped this meant something more significant than Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol.

Against his earlier advice, Michael clicked open the message. hey cutie 😉

He groaned, but cautioned himself that most people on the internet talked this way. It wasn’t a sign that the guy wasn’t worth his time. Hey. How are you?

pretty good, u?

Good. Just checkin’ out your profile.

o? like it? 😉

Yeah, you don’t seem too bad. What books do you read?

probably nothing u like. i just finished pearls of grey a few days ago. u heard of it?

No. I’ll look it up sometime.

u like reading? i could read 2 u sometime. 😉

Oh boy, thought Michael. He paused for a minute, then decided he could handle some harmless flirting. I’d like that. Maybe we could do some other things too. 😉

He clicked on hott4u’s profile again. HIV-, no tattoos, no piercings – Michael fingered the ring in his ear – nothing to make him seem too intimidating. He took a deep breath and looked out the window. The sun was starting to set, casting the brick and steel buildings in a liquid orange hue. His stomach growled.

Hey, I’m starving. You want to grab a slice of pizza? Michael could feel his heart rate pick up a bit.

sure. where should I meet u?

Why don’t we meet outside Veronica’s Pizzeria?

cool. be there in fifteen.

The late September air wasn’t too chilly yet. West Hudson street seemed to be falling asleep, but as he rounded the corner and walked a few blocks south to Main Street things started to come alive. Cars lined up in front of traffic lights, people crossed streets with only a regard to the conversations going with their companions, and a band played off somewhere down the street, a mix of jazz and rock.

The pizzeria was across the street from the rest of the shops, on the corner of Main and Clinton. Michael caught sight of the guy and put on a smile. The man was recognizable from the pictures online, but there were subtle differences. His hair was a shade darker, and his face wasn’t exactly symmetrical, his left eye being slightly smaller than the right. Still, he was cute, and it might not turn out to be an awful night.

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Jake.” He held Michael’s eyes for a moment too long, then looked away. Michael’s gaze drifted to Jake’s shirt, noticing that it was filled quite nicely.

“Should we go inside?”

Michael looked up, and his nerves returned to him. “Yeah, let’s.”

Jake held the door open for him, and the smell of pizza in the oven filled the air. Inside the lights were low, and the walls were painted a pale yellow, with unfinished wood flooring. For a few moments they stared at the menu in silence, then each ordered on his own. They picked up their food and drinks and sat down at a booth.

The seats were red leather, well-cushioned, and a pair of flat screen TVs played an episode of Friends overhead so that each could see. Michael looked down at his bacon-ranch pizza, then took a bite. He looked up at Jake again, reassessing. He had pink lips, a natural pink that Michael found beautiful. Five o’clock shadow covered his cheeks and chin. Michael was glad he decided to see this guy, but he wished he could find something to talk about.

“So,” began Jake, “what do you study?”

“English.”

“Oh.” From the look on his face, Michael guessed that book he mentioned earlier wasn’t exactly literature. “Well, maybe you can recommend a book to me. What are you reading at the moment?”

He took a sip of coke. “Well, luckily I’ve been keeping up on things, so I’m only reading Virginia Woolf’s Jacob’s Room at the moment. I really like it, actually. I don’t always know what’s going on, but my professor says that you’re not really supposed to.”

“How can you read and not know what’s going on? That would drive me crazy.”

“I thought it would drive me crazy too, but it’s actually not that bad. Her sentences are just so beautiful that you’re willing to read whatever she writes.” His eyes darted up to the TV as Rachel walked onscreen in a fluffy pink dress, but he redirected his gaze at Jake. “What do you do?”

“Oh, well.” He put down his pizza and stared at it a bit. “I mostly just file things and enter data at the bank. It’s not really a glamorous job.”

Michael faltered a second, then smiled in an attempt to show that he didn’t care. “Well, what do you do for fun? Besides troll adam4adam, of course.”

“I do like to read about magic. Magic magic, like Wicca. Not tricks. I don’t mean I practice it, but it’s cool to read about. I write stories sometimes, but they’re not much.”

That wasn’t exactly the answer Michael was expecting, but it wasn’t like he needed to stick around if things got weird. Besides, he’d already decided Jake was cute, and he wanted to do more than sit around and eat pizza. He wasn’t at the point yet where he could ask a 34-year-old man for that, but he could accept if he was asked.

Jake looked at him for a moment after finishing his pizza. “Should we go?”

He nodded, and since permission had been given, they both shuffled out of the booth and shoved their empty plates in the garbage. The air outside had cooled a bit more, and he zipped his jacket up all the way to the neck. Jake walked beside him, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So, where should we go?” Jake asked.

“Um, well, we could go back to my place. My roommate doesn’t normally come back until after midnight, so we should be fine.” It took a lot less effort to say that than he’d thought, though it came with the realization that he couldn’t take it back.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

They walked in silence back to his apartment, steps crunching on the few newly-fallen leaves on the sidewalk. They walked close together. Michael really wanted to hold hands with him, but maybe that was too much for a first meeting.

Michael showed Jake into his apartment, feeling ashamed at the condition of the place. It wasn’t really messy, but nothing in there could be considered finished. The floorboards were an ugly light brown with black scuff-marks from whoever lived there before. The couches and chairs and dining table were all second-hand. The once-white walls were peeling in places, and rolls of dust lurked in the corners. Kyle still wasn’t home yet.

“This is a nice place.”

Michael wondered how much effort that lie took. As they stood there, he was keenly aware that he was 22-years-old, standing around with a man twelve years older than him. Not only that, due to the site they met on, there was a certain expectation for what they would be doing that night, but neither man would act on it. He wished they didn’t have to go through the charade of watching a movie, like every other hookup he could imagine. He wanted to reach out and grab him, but he did nothing.

Jake turned to him. “What would you like to do?”

He froze. He really wanted anything but to watch TV, to show Jake he wasn’t a boring, normal kid like the rest of them. But he couldn’t bring himself to move, to reach out and make that first touch. An idea came to him, and it sounded stupid as hell, but he managed to blurt it out anyways.

“Why don’t we go sit outside?”

He led Jake through the backdoor, where there was a small patio by a patch of grass that overlooked the Eruquo Creek. Over the sound of the water they could hear cars on the bridge, and the streetlights across the creek kept the sky from ever going truly dark. Even though it was chilly, Michael sat down, staring down at the water while Jake sat next to him.

“You ever used adam4adam before?”

Michael looked up at him. “Oh, yeah. Not much success, though. You?”

“A few times,” he replied, nodding. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. “Nothing’s ever quite worked out, though. Yet.”

The wind rustled in the trees, and they sat there in silence again. Yet the silence had changed. Michael found he could no longer willingly break eye contact with Jake. He had a strange feeling about him, a kind of alertness, as if he were a cat waiting to pounce. It held him rapt. “May I kiss you?” Jake asked.

“Please.”

Jake leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It lasted little more than a moment, but it was enough for Michael. As Jake backed away, Michael reached out and placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling them together so they could kiss again.

It would be silly to say that it was a kiss of true love, and that there wasn’t anything dirty about it. Even as he tasted Jake’s soft lips, Michael was keenly aware of the way his cock pushed at his jeans. He reached his other hand over and started stroking Jake’s leg, inching near and nearer to his crotch before pulling away. It was both a tease for Jake and a test of bravery for Michael.

He leaned in closer, and Jake’s lips slipped off his own and trailed over his cheek, drifting down over his jaw and clasping his neck. Michael got that sensation that was too familiar by now and yet utterly intoxicating; the sensation that was unbearable almost in the same way that tickling was, and yet incited the most insane waves of lust and desire in him. A moan gurgled out of his throat, one he would have stifled if given the chance. He put his hands on Jake’s pecs, feeling the solid muscle underneath his shirt. The sensations pulled him even further from the world around, into the new world that his senses created.

He could no longer hear the sound of the water below, nor the sound of the cars driving by. Only the sound of his breath mingling with Jake’s reached his ears. He was aware of every inch of his body that touched Jake, the knee pressed into the thigh, Jake’s lips on his bare skin, Jake’s pecs underneath his palms. He tasted only Jake’s lips, his tongue, the slick exchange of saliva. He could smell Jake’s skin, the faint cologne, completely male. Jake’s hands moved over his body in a way that made him so intoxicated that he couldn’t see, and when he managed to open his eyes everything existed in a sort of hazy blur except Jake’s clear, blue eyes.

Jake hoisted Michael up into his lap and pulled his shirt off. The wind chilled him, and he grabbed eagerly at Jake’s shirt, tossing it aside so they could press their bodies even closer. Jake ran a hand through his chest hair, then leaned in and licked his nipple. The feeling was indescribable, delightful, unique, and Michael ran his hands through Jake’s hair, feeling a confusing mix of adoration and lust well up inside of him. His cock pressed close to Jake’s belly, and he began undulating his hips, under the spell of some divine force.

The thought that he would cum floated up in his mind, but it vanished when Jake slipped his hand down Michael’s pants, grabbed his butt and pulled them closer together. Michael shuddered with pleasure.

“Oh God-“

There is that “point of no return,” when orgasm is inevitable and imminent. Physically, Michael wasn’t there, but mentally he was hurtling down a path he knew well. Jake was thrusting his hips too, as if he knew Michael was on the brink of pleasure and wanted to force him over. Michael grabbed Jake’s head and held it to his chest, feeling the soft hair brush against his skin.

“Oh!”

His body convulsed in pleasure. As if pushing past some painful barrier, he came in his pants, each ejaculation coupled with a fierce contraction of his entire body. He clung to Jake, digging his fingertips into Jake’s sweaty skin. His cries grew softer as his body spent itself, and he allowed himself to sink into Jake’s arms.

Jake smiled and kissed him.

When the kiss finally ended, Michael realized with embarrassment that he hadn’t returned the favor. He reached down and started to knead Jake’s crotch, but Jake brushed his arm away. “No, I’m okay.” He bent down and kissed Michael once more on the forehead. Then he got up and put his shirt on. Michael found he couldn’t make himself move.

Fully dressed, Jake looked down at him again. “I’ll see you again soon.” It wasn’t a question. He turned and disappeared around the side of the apartment, leaving Michael, in his jeans and sneakers, feeling naked and vulnerable.

That night, Michael’s sleep was restless. He was in a dark void, a kind of hazy grey in which the only thing he could see was a figure floating toward him. It was a man, with black, leathery wings. For a moment, he was convinced it was Jake, but his vision was too indistinct. The figure was naked except for a black sheet that draped from one shoulder across his chest, wound around his back, and snaked between his legs, covering his groin. It flew closer, almost close enough for the features to be distinct, before he vanished into the darkness.

The next few days were useless for Michael. Jake consumed his thoughts. The texture of Jake’s skin, the sound of his breath, the taste of his lips, all were permanently etched in his mind. When he went to class, the lectures blew past him, and discussions occurred as if he hadn’t read anything. He sat in the corner, quiet and unassuming, looking as if he hadn’t slept at all when really his mind was active, constantly considering and evaluating and dreaming and forbidding and distracting and obsessive. When he sat down in his apartment to read, the images of the novels and poetry were intermingled with images of the brown stubs of hair on Jake’s chin or his large, pink nipples. It might have occurred to him that such an obsession was unnatural if his mind would rest long enough to consider it.

The only other thoughts he spared were for the dream, and those were few. Almost the morning after he had dismissed the figure’s resemblance to Jake as the echoes of a singular encounter given further attention by his subconscious. Still, a thread of his being hoped that there was some connection, that some element of the supernatural did exist in the real world.

Although he had checked adam4adam several times throughout the week, he hadn’t received a follow-up message from Jake. This worried him. He waited for Friday, when he could afford another senseless break from his studies.

Friday came warmer than usual, even going above seventy for one last summer-like day before the crushing cold of winter. It also came with a cooler head for Michael, who wasn’t sure when he left his British novel class at two whether or not he would message Jake. But the balmy air could have fooled him into thinking it was spring, and as he walked down the sidewalk over the bridge, he decided they would go hiking. Somewhere they could be alone together, but where the risk that others might walk as well would keep them from going farther than Michael wanted.

Firing up the laptop, he found that Jake was online, hopefully sneaking a peak at his profile while the boss wasn’t looking. Michael glanced over Jakes pictures, and he really wished that he didn’t have to wait until five o’clock to see him again. He sent a quick message inviting Jake to go hiking when he got out of work, then clicked to gay-lounge to hunt for porn. Just a few seconds later his computer buzzed with a message. Michael clicked it open.

c u in 10 or 15, then?

Michael looked at it, puzzled. Don’t you have work until five?

nah, don’t work full shift on fridays. ill pick u up at ur house. c u soon 🙂

Michael was about to write back when Jake’s profile switched offline.

Wow, that was fast, he thought. Then he realized that the blue light sweater he wore to class wasn’t exactly what he wanted to have on. He pulled it off and put on a plaid button-down, the object being to leave enough of the collar open to get Jake looking. He went into the bathroom for a quick moment to wet and comb his hair and brush his teeth, then sat in the living room and tried to read a book.

When the knock at the door came, Michael set down his book, forcing himself to slow down and breathe. He didn’t want to let Jake know how much of an effect the other night had, and how easily he had fallen under a stranger’s spell.

Jake stood just outside the door, under the steps, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans with white sneakers. Michael locked the door behind them, and they walked up the stairs to the street in an awkward single-file. “Where would you like to go?” Jake asked.

“I was thinking we could do the City Preserve Trail, the one that goes to Whitegorge Falls. It’s not far from here.”

Jake smiled and looked at him a moment before starting up the street. For a little while the two walked in silence, the orange and yellow leaves of fall piled up by the street for collection. Cars passed by, the afternoon sun shining on their windshields, and the clear September air filled Michael’s lungs. The longer they walked, the more he eased into the silence, comfortable just to share the presence of the blue-eyed man.

“So your classes went well today?”

Michael grimaced. “Not really.” He kicked a stone into the grass. “I’ve been having a hard time concentrating this week. I guess it’s just being burned out.”

“Oh? Did something bad happen?”

“Nope. Got away with everything. Not one teacher called on me or put me on the spot. I don’t know if that makes it worse or not.”

Jake chuckled. “Well, I hope you get out of your rut, kid. At least you’re still someplace where you can stimulate your mind. There’s nothing in my job that could be remotely interesting. You’re lucky to still be in school.”

“Did you go to school?” They turned off the street at the entrance to the hiking trail, which was nestled in between the row of houses. A gravel path led off into the sunlit woods, and soon the path became nothing more than hard-packed dirt.

Jake looked at him for a moment, then looked off into the distance. “It was a very long time ago. I didn’t really study that hard; took a few classes without declaring a major and then decided that college work wasn’t for me. I don’t know if it was the right decision or not.” His eyes fixated on the ground.

The urge to hold his hand grabbed Michael again, and, knowing that nobody would really be spying on them in the woods, he reached out. Of a sort of tacit mutual desire, their fingers interlaced, and he felt that warmth spread from his hand up his arm and into his core, sending a shiver of delight down his spine.

As they walked, Michael tried to pin down exactly what made Jake so attractive. Yes, he had physical beauty, and Michael wasn’t so high and mighty not to be pulled in by it, but there was something else, too. Maybe it was the way he held himself, erect and confident, shoulders thrown back in a posture that declared him ready to take on the world. Maybe it was his easy stride, which pulled his jeans tight around his juicy ass with every step. He didn’t love Jake yet, but he’d convinced himself that it went beyond lust. There was some deep communion between them, some spell that held them together by the palms of their hands and their interlaced fingers.

Jake worked his fingers out of Michael’s grip, leaving his palm feeling empty until Jake’s hand came to rest on his back, then slid lower until it was cupping his butt. He looked up at Jake and smiled, and Jake leant down and kissed him on the lips. He felt his cock growing in his pants.

Jake surveyed the path around them. “Why don’t we go and explore the woods a little bit?”

Michael nodded, and Jake guided him through the underbrush. They walked quite a ways away, the ferns and wildflowers too thick around their legs to make a good place to pause. Eventually the growth thinned out, and they came to a small brook running past a mossy boulder. Jake pressed Michael up against the boulder and locked him in a kiss.

For an instant, an echo of his dream from a few nights back flickered in his head. The great creature with the leathery black wings flew toward him, hungry. He stood paralyzed for a moment, lost in his head.

“What’s the matter?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.” Then he smiled and kissed Jake, sliding his hands up his shirt and feeling the soft fur that grew on Jake’s abs. Jake pressed closer to him, grinding their crotches together so that Michael felt his cock pulse and issue a drop of precum. He wished that Jake would take him, here, in the middle of the forest.

Jake slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, then took Michael’s torso in his hands and began licking his earring. He gasped at the sensation, basking in the brush of Jake’s breath against his skin. Already his sight was fading as his senses of touch and hearing and smell grew to experience Jake. He felt his own shirt being tugged at, and he lifted his arms to allow his shirt to slip up over his head, and soon they were locked crotch-to-crotch, stomach-to-stomach, chest-to-chest, and lips-to-lips.

With his hands he explored the muscles of Jake’s back, sliding them up and down the length of it before bringing them around to rest on his belly. He fed on the sensation of having something so solid and virile under his palms. Jake kissed him harder still, invading Michael’s mouth with his tongue and drinking in Michael’s breath.

Jake’s lips slid off his own, drifting down his jaw and neck and chest until they affixed on his nipple. He leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling the cool stone of the boulder against the length of his spine. A smile of delight spread across his lips as Jake flicked his tongue over his nipple, and he stroked Jake’s hair, feeling it soft between his fingers.

He could feel Jake unbuttoning his pants, and his hard cock pulsed in anticipation. He could feel each fold of fabric brush his skin as Jake slid his pants to the ground and hissed at that uncomfortable burst of pleasure when Jake took his cock, still covered by blue boxer-briefs, into his mouth. The moisture and warmth made his cock stiffen to the point where it ached, pulling against the muscles in his groin, and he let his hands fall back to his sides. He wanted to take off his underwear, to feel Jake’s lips on his naked cock.

Jake pulled at the back of his boxer-briefs, uncovering just his ass. The way the fabric wrapped around his cock now, Jake could take it into his mouth, and the sensation was unreal. Michael groaned. Jake started feeling up his ass, clenching it with his fingertips and sliding a lone finger up and down his crack. Michael felt like he would burst and forced himself to breathe deep, to fill his air with lungs and calm his racing heart so he could enjoy each delightful touch.

Jake let his cock out of his mouth and stood up. He placed a finger under Michael’s chin and leaned down to kiss him. Michael felt his muscles relax and melt into the rock. “You can cum, you know,” Jake whispered.

Michael shook his head. “I don’t want it to end.”

Jake chuckled, wrapping his arms around Michael so their whole bodies pressed together, grasping Michael’s butt in his great hands. “Michael. For you, it will never end.” Michael basked in the warmth of Jake’s skin, his breath, the deep rumble of his voice. Jake hugged him close and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Michael let his eyes close in a gesture of complete surrender. Jake lowered to his knees again, lips level with Michael’s cock as he pulled off Michael’s soaked underwear. Jake’s tongue touched his cock first, and then he groaned as he felt Jake’s lips close around it. Jake grabbed his butt again and helped him start thrusting his hips. His cock slid into Jake’s mouth. He felt the way Jake’s soft hair brushed his belly, the way his fingertips burrowed into his crack. His cum welled up inside, struggling to break free.

He submitted to orgasm. His body shook with each electric shock, waves of pleasure crashing in his groin, sending his brain reeling. He cried out, too far gone, too far lifted out of his skin by the pleasure of orgasm to be aware that there might be anyone in the world besides himself and Jake. He felt transported.

He came down off his high and opened his eyes to see Jake still on his knees, smiling up at him. “God, you’re amazing,” he breathed.

Jake smiled. “You’re beautiful when you cum.”

Michael didn’t know what to say.

He stood there letting his lungs fill and empty, looking down at Jake. His eyes drifted to Jake’s crotch. “Should I finish you off?”

Jake chuckled and shook his head. “We can do that some other time.” He got up and gave Michael a long kiss, then stared into his eyes. “God, you’re such a beautiful boy.”

That night, Michael had the same dream. A strange figure flew toward him in the darkness, a lean man with shaggy hair and black, leathery wings. The creature took him up into his arms, and Michael realized that he was naked. They kissed, and Michael felt an unearthly sensation, as if they were fusing together through a channel formed by their lips. And like all beautiful, transient things, the kiss ended before Michael could register his bliss, and the demon flew away, leaving him naked and cold.

Saturday and Sunday passed, and Michael heard nothing from Jake. Monday he didn’t even bother going to class. Jacob’s Room laid on the bedroom floor amongst discarded socks and gym shorts, and Michael remained curled up in bed, naked body swirled in a comforter and laptop cued up to GayDemon and adam4adam. Subconsciously he clicked back and forth. No messages.

His stomach growled. If he did notice, he didn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t. If a stranger walked in, they would have found a distance in his eyes that showed his mind dwelt in a realm far from reality. He didn’t even look up when someone walked in his room.

“Michael.”

He froze. A smile grew on his lips. Jake.

He laid there, still, alert, not looking, while Jake climbed into bed with him. Michael felt the soft fabric of his shirt brush against his back, the coarse denim brush his leg. Jake pressed a hand to his chest, and Michael felt him kiss the back of his neck. He shuddered.

“Michael,” Jake whispered into his ear, “I want to give you something. You must come with me. Don’t be afraid.”

Michael nodded.

There was a sickening rush of motion in which his bedroom shrank into the distance, to be replaced by clouded skies, tall pines, and hard rock. He lay on cool granite, and he shivered violently.

“Don’t be afraid,” Jake whispered, lowering his body onto Michael. “I will keep you warm.”

He kissed Michael, soft, cradling his head, and as he pulled away he took Michael’s lower lip in his teeth and bit.

Michael yelped.

Jake sucked on his lip a moment, then grinned.

Michael couldn’t say a word, but he tasted blood. He reached up and brushed his hand against Jake’s stomach, slid the black and blue plaid fabric up and touched his tight, hairy skin. Jake undid the buttons one-by-one, and Michael waited in anticipation to see his large, pink nipples.

Jake laid down, letting his open shirt blanket them while he kissed Michael hard. Michael kneaded Jake’s muscles, felt in his hands the solid meat, and his cock grew. Jake kissed Michael on the cheek, the jaw, the neck, biting and sucking while he undid his jeans and slid them over his cock and ass.

Above them, there were sounds of thunder, and it started to rain. Michael laid there, feeling the water beginning to run under his back, while Jake ran his lips down his chest, his stomach, to swallow his cock all the way. Michael groaned and stroked Jake’s dark hair.

Michael writhed under the force of Jake’s tongue. He was too aroused, too far gone to be able to handle the sensations. Each time Jake licked his head, he convulsed, and desperately he tried to push Jake away.

Jake resisted, and Michael could only cry out as Jake pressed his finger at Michael’s hole. While Michael laid there on his back, Jake left his cock and moved to his balls, taking both of them in his mouth at once, while pumping Michael’s cock with his other hand.

“Oh god,” said Michael. “Stop, stop. I’m going to cum!”

Jake released him. The pressure subsided, and he calmed down enough to remember the rain falling on his face and chest. Water pooled around his fingers, and he was dead cold.

Then he felt Jake’s warm breath on his hole, and before he knew it Jake was rimming him, tongue flicking back and forth. He relaxed into it, absorbed the warmth and the energy and felt his cock growing even harder. Jake sucked on his fingers for a moment before pressing them to Michael’s hole, and Michael cried out as he felt himself stretch and take them in. Jake slid his fingers in and out, a gentle, rhythmic motion, while he kissed Michael’s legs.

Michael closed his eyes to keep out the rain. He breathed deep, pulling in great amounts of air in an effort to relax. When Jake took his fingers out, he sighed in relief, but tensed again when Jake lifted Michael’s legs and pressed his cock against Michael’s hole. He urged himself to relax, to accept, and Jake pressed harder, slid in further.

“Oh god. Wait.”

Jake ignored him, pumping slowly, in and out. Michael cried out as though he were being torn apart. Each time Jake pushed in all the way, his hole tensed and his cock pulsed. It was pleasure, but it was pleasure taken too far. No other man had fucked Michael with such intensity. The two of them locked eyes, and Michael found a strange determination in Jake’s eyes. He watched as the blue irises clouded, became purple, and then glowed a fiery red.

“My…god,” Michael gasped.

Jake fucked him harder, harder, to the point where Michael screamed in pain, and Jake kept going. He started growling, his muscles rippling, and then he started to change. Two of his teeth grew and became fangs that hung over his lower lip, and with a growl ivory horns burst from his temples. Michael watched, and he was afraid, and helpless.

Jake closed his eyes and leaned back, pumping even harder into Michael’s hole. With a howl, he raised his face to the clouds, and black, leathery wings erupted from his shoulder blades, sweeping the rain away as they burst open. Michael felt Jake’s hot seed shoot inside him, and with it came a numbing sensation, a pleasure mixed with terror.

Jake howled himself hoarse while the rain continued to pour around them, and Michael felt his consciousness slipping away. Jake bent over him, pressed his lips to Michael’s forehead. The last thing Michael remembered was Jake’s eyes, now golden, staring into him, digging into his soul. They were beautiful.

“Sleep well, my love,” Jake whispered.

Michael’s world went dark.

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The storm ragged outside, lightning flashed, thunder crashed, and the wind howled. Rex began to drift off; storms always put him to sleep.

Rex was lying on his back in bed, sheets draped over his naked form. Rex was a Junior and full fledged brother. His body was large and solid from years of playing Hockey, with a hairy chest and large thighs and biceps he was something to look at. Adding a fair skin with raven black hair and moss green eyes with his physic and jock attitude kept a line of eligible coeds in his bed as well as in the pool and the back seat of his car.

As Rex slept he could feel something running along his strong thighs, tickling the thick hairs. The touch was gentle and sensual. His legs involuntarily spread drawing in deeper breaths as the touch intensified. The feeling soon reached his full churning balls as he let out a sigh of relief. He realized it was someone’s fingers and he hopped they wouldn’t stop there accent. After running their fingers through his thick bush he waited in anticipation of the hand touching his hard throbbing cock… but he was disappointed. The fingers traced along his balls eliciting a moan from his throat. The teasing continued until he was thrusting his cock up into the air begging without words to be touched by the fingers giving him such pleasure.

The fingers never did touch his now engorged manhood dripping with precum. Instead he felt the tongue run along the underside, tasting the precum, teasing the bulging veins that throbbed and pulsed. In just the blink of an eye Rex’s cock was buried to the hilt in the tightest, velvetiness throat he had ever felt. The throat constricted and relaxed, squeezing the entire length ripping a huge deep moan from his belly. The throat began to relent and slowly move up the length of his cock as it spewed precum and was gladly lapped up my the tongue causing his ecstasy. When the mouth reached the head of his cock it squeezed it and flicked its tongue against it.

He couldn’t believe it, a blow job and a great blowjob at that. He couldn’t help it; he humped his hips up into the mouth as he felt the throat massage his shaft. The mouth moved off of his cock until it reached the head. The tongue flicked on the underside of the head sending a huge volley of precum down the awaiting throat. Over and over again the same maneuver; if Rex had been standing he would have collapsed to the ground when his knees gave out.

The moans and growns had turned to growls and raspy breathing, all of this seemed to spur on the giver as the pressure intensified, his cock going in and out of this warm mouth now at a rockets pace. His cock hit the back of the givers throat and the lips pushed into his pubes, the head of his cock agonizingly squeezed.

A roar escaped from deep in his gut, all of Rex’s muscles contracted violently, he gripped the sheets and ripped them in his grip. His legs spread wide allowing the giver to run firm circles around his now cum swollen balls. Faster and faster the giver went now twisting his mouth on the up stroke and squeezing fiercely on the down. Rex couldn’t hold on, he didn’t want to. He had been so close for so long and he let go; volley after volley flooded the warm wet mouth. It felt like he wouldn’t stop cumming. With every volley came relief and exhaustion. He panted as his cock was nursed, softly and gently and his now drained balls slowly massaged.

The thunder crashed and Rex begins to stir, his eyes opened just as his door closed. He just woke up and yet he feels as if he had never slept at all but at the same time feels relaxed. Glancing at the clock he sees that it’s been an hour since he had laid down. He shifts in bed and feels the signs that his cock is spent and wet and notices he is breathing hard. Wait his door had just closed. He jumps out of bed and swings open his door, but no one can be seen in the hallway… did that really happen? He shakes his head and chalks it up to too many practices and not enough pussy, but as he lays back down and listens to the sounds of the storm outside he has this unsettling feeling that just a short while ago he was not alone…

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I couldn’t tell you if I was relieved to see Tom go away to school or depressed. I mean, what we did together, it was really special for me. But somewhere in the back of my head, even though I wished it weren’t so, I knew he couldn’t come live with me. I knew we’d have to part someday, and I guess it had really struck me when Nate came back to town. I almost felt regret, like I had ruined Tom’s innocence, but at the time I was so happy I had done it.

The nice thing about fixing cars, and maybe any other job, is that you just come to understand it after a while. You know when you need real concentration, and when your mind can just sort of drift around the rest of your life. I was covered in grease already from two morning jobs, and it was feeling kind of hot in the shop. I just parked the third job on my list, a nice black Dodge Charger. Not the most expensive car money can buy, but brand new and shined so well that anyone would think it had cost a hundred grand. It was due for a simple inspection, oil change, and tire rotation. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

I got down to business, and my mind drifted back to Nate. I had seen him a couple of times since he first came over to my apartment. We did go out to dinner soon after, and it was really nice. If it weren’t for Tom, I could really see a relationship with him. I just didn’t know what Tom would think. God, I felt like such an ass. I should have had better control of myself around Nate. At least until Tom had left and couldn’t be my lover anymore.

As these thoughts were rolling around in my head, I noticed someone standing over my work bay. I stood up and brushed myself off, assessing the stranger. He was old, gray hair, and worn skin from years of sun. He had to be at least sixty. That said, he was still handsome, and he looked still broad and muscular under his blue blazer. My eyes drifted to the silver ring on his finger, and the silver tie bar. The man must have had money.

“Is there something I can help you with sir? There’s a waiting room up front by the showroom.”

His facial expression reminded me of that of a statue. “I just wanted to get a feel for the person who’s working on my car. You have a lot of experience doing this?”

I put on my best smile. “Enough to do a good job, sir. I should really get working, though. There will be a lot of other cars to take care of after yours.”

“That’s fine, that’s fine. I’ll just watch you, if you don’t mind.”

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I wasn’t thrilled. I looked over to the desk to see if I could get eye contact with Dave or Susan, to get a little help, but Dave was busy with his computer screen and Susan was talking with another customer. Helpless, I went back to work, his shadow palpable over me as if it were a blanket.

“I used to work a lot with my hands. A builder. I did mostly residential homes.”

Well, now I wouldn’t even be able to sort out my thoughts about Tom. It was all I could do to avoid getting distracted. There was a sort of hypnotic quality to the man’s voice. The more he talked, the more I wanted to listen. I was reluctant when I had to rotate the tires. The machinery was deafening, and he had to pause. He went on for quite a while about his younger days, and I think I actually began to find him interesting. In the end I was certainly grateful. I had finished the inspection checklist without even realizing I was near the end.

I turned to him. “Well, sir, everything is done. It was really nice to meet you. I’ve just got to turn in the paperwork to the desk, and they’ll get everything in the system and ring you up.” I started the lift to bring the car back down.

“It was nice talking to you, young man. Listen,” he stepped closer, even though I doubted anyone else could hear what he was saying anyways, “as, um, fine as this establishment is, I’m sure they don’t pay you too much. If you’d like some extra work, give me a call. I’ve got a task that I think will interest you, and I assure you I can pay quite well.” He slipped a piece of paper into my shirt pocket, and his hand grazed my nipple before he took it away. I would have sworn from the glint in his eye that it was on purpose.

Immediately I froze. My heart beat a little faster, and I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. Did he just? He turned to head toward the counter, and I shook my head, then followed. Luckily, I could turn myself on autopilot to relate the details of the work to Susan. There was nothing out of the ordinary anyways. I returned his car to the lot and headed to the break room for a breather before taking on my next assignment.

As I drove home that evening my attention was divided between that strange customer who’d given me his number and what I was supposed to serve Nate for dinner that night. I was very grateful to have his company, but I sometimes wondered if it might be smarter to go out for dinner or just ask him to come over after. And should I tell him about this guy at work? I mean, it couldn’t hurt to mention it as long as I didn’t relate the last part or tell him that I got the guy’s number. I still didn’t know what to do with that, either. I should have thrown the damn thing out, but it was still in my pocket. The paper seemed so stiff that I could feel its crease press against my chest.

Of course, when I pulled into my driveway, Nate’s car was already there. Nobody was on the porch, and I didn’t see him in his car, so he must have let him in with the spare. I wasn’t late, was I? I got out of the car and checked the mailbox. Far too many envelopes for comfort.

I found Nate sitting on the couch in the living room, reading an issue of Esquire. I tossed the bills onto the coffee table and sat down next to him. He gave me a kiss and put the magazine down. “Long day at work?”

“It’s always long,” I laughed. “I didn’t think I got back too late. I hope you haven’t been here too long?”

He shook his head. I loved the way his black hair fell across his forehead. “I think I just got lucky with traffic today. Plus you work a little bit farther away than I do. I was going to stop home for a minute, but it didn’t seem necessary.”

“Well,” I said, getting up, “I have no idea still what to make for you. Want to come take a look in the fridge with me? Not that there’s anything there.”

He got up and followed me to the kitchen, and we inspected what I had to offer. It really didn’t look like much. I’d have to go grocery shopping after work tomorrow. There were at least some pork chops left. I could cook those up, and it looked like there were some leftover mashed potatoes and frozen peas in the freezer. “Will you be okay if one of them’s a leftover? God, I wish it weren’t so hard to keep this thing stocked?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

I got everything out and fetched a frying pan. Nate stood by the sink and watched as I put some oil in the bottom and started to cook the meat. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything fancy to do with it. If you want, you can see if I’ve got some dressing that would work.”

“It’s okay. Man, it must be tough living on your own. You’re always in need of food like this, aren’t you? Makes me feel like a child for staying with Mom and Dad.”

“Don’t.” The sizzle of the oil filled my ears, and I let the meat sit for a moment while I checked how long the peas would have to microwave. “I just couldn’t take it, you know? I mean, imagine if I still lived with my parents and you had to visit me there. Where would we have sex?”

“Hmm, it might be sexy to try the garage. Or you could take a shower and we could pretend I was waiting for you in your room instead of in there with you.”

I laughed. “I feel like an addict saying this, but I cannot go back to a life without sex. And especially gay sex. What would they think if, not only did they catch me having sex in their house, but with another man? I’d have to move out anyways!”

For a moment I thought back to what I did with Tom, and I was certain I blushed or frowned or did something to telegraph my thoughts. What a stupid thing to do. We could have been caught. I shook my head. We weren’t caught. Mom and Dad sleep like logs, and even if one of them had gotten up, it’s not like they were listening at the door.

Nate didn’t seem to notice my concern. “Yeah, I guess I feel that way too. I’d love to bring you over to my own place, but I guess I’m just not ready to make the financial plunge yet. It’s scary.”

“Yeah, it is scary. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it anymore. Got any big plans for the weekend?”

“I wish.” Nate came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He was a small man, but they felt strong and secure around me. Like I could put my worries on hold for a moment. “If I could, I’d love to spend my weekend with you.”

“Well, you know I always have time for a date.”

“I want something a little more than a date. I’m thinking maybe I’ll come over Friday night and stay through Sunday. Maybe there’s somewhere nearby we can go to camp for a couple of nights. It would be nice to get some real you and me time.”

“Mmm, that would be nice.” It sounded wonderful, but I was a little afraid. I knew those envelopes I’d brought in spelled bad news, and I had no idea how much it would cost to rent a campsite for a night. I mean, it couldn’t have been too expensive, but it always seemed I was down to my last penny, and I hated asking Nate to pay.

I unwrapped his arms from my body and got out a bowl for the peas. “I’m not sure I can afford it, though,” I said, as I poured the bag out and popped it in the microwave. “I just have a lot of bills to pay, and especially if we eat out a weekend trip would be expensive for me.”

“What if I covered it? I mean, I don’t have a lot of disposable income, but certainly I can afford a weekend out. Let me pay this time. You’ll just owe me one.”

I smiled and kissed him. “Okay, I’ve just got to heat the potatoes up, and then we can eat.”

It was one of those times where it felt like you exhausted conversation options leading up to dinner, so that there wasn’t really much to say when it came time to eat. Nate told me about one of the articles in Esquire, about which foods burn fat best. I had read it, but I let him continue. He had such a soft voice, sweet, so that I felt like I was listening to music when he talked.

“So, did anything interesting happen at work today?”

I paused a moment. “Yeah, some interesting character came in. Older guy, not too expensive car but he kept it up well. You know how customers are supposed to wait out by the showroom? Well, this guy came right up to my work bay and started talking to me. It was weird, because nobody else seemed to notice him standing over me or do anything about it. He ended up being pretty nice, though. Told me about his days as a builder.”

“Was he attractive?”

I didn’t know how to answer that, though my cock stirred a little as I pictured him in my mind. “Well, the guy had to be at least sixty, but he was in good shape.”

Nate chuckled. “You mean you’ve never looked at older guys that way before?”

“Have you?”

“Sure. College boys can be a pain in the ass. The one you want is almost never interested in you, or if he is, he sure doesn’t say anything about it. Older men know what they want, and they just go and get it.”

“Well, I’m not sure he wants that,” I said, probably to assure myself more than to assure Nate.

“Good.” He grinned. “I’m not usually greedy, but you’re such a sexy guy that I’d rather have you all to myself!” He scraped the last of food off his plate and ate it. “Good dinner, Aric. Should we go into the bedroom for dessert?” He winked.

The way his Asian eyes twinkled was irresistible. “I’ll be right there. Just let me go through the mail so I can get it off my mind.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do come in sometime tonight. I don’t want to have to jerk myself off.” I watched him walk into the bedroom, then fetched the envelopes and brought them to the kitchen table.

It felt like every damn envelope I opened was a bill, and their due dates were coming up fast. It was stupid of me not to choose an apartment where the landlord was responsible for this shit. Or at least where I could share it between several roommates. It seemed like I was down to my last penny, and the last thing I wanted to do was sublet. Too much responsibility, plus the whole point of renting a house was to live alone. It was sickening.

I looked at the clock. Only 8:30, not too late. “I’ll be right there,” I called. “I’ve just got to make a phone call.”

I took the slip of paper out of my pocket. There was no name on it, just a phone number. Very little about this seemed like a good idea to me. A stranger who had the nerve to feel me up in public talking about a job offer? But it at least couldn’t hurt to call, right? I dialed the number, and as it was ringing I realized I had no idea how to address this man. I struggled to remember the name on the repair order, but I didn’t get it in time.

“Hello?”

I swallowed. “Hello, sir. My name is Aric. Aric Brooks. I work at the car dealership. I inspected your car today, and you asked me to call you about a job you had.”

There was a pause, then, “Yes, yes, I remember. Do you have a pen and paper? I’d like you to come tomorrow after your finish work, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, sure, fine.” I scrambled to find a pen in the drawer. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“43 Oakwood Place.”

I scribbled it down under the phone number.

“Um, sir-“

“Thank you very much for calling me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before I could say anything else, he hung up the phone. Well, I had to hope it was in the same town as work, since I didn’t really have anything else to go on. Also, I still didn’t have his name. Well, whatever. Maybe it would cover the little extra cash I needed to avoid getting in trouble.

Nate was waiting in bed for me, naked. It got me hard just looking at his smooth chest. I closed the door and turned the lights down. He watched me in silence while I stripped for him and climbed in next to him. For just a couple of moments, I sat there next to him, rubbing his torso, flicking his nipple. His head was lowered, watching my hands explore his body. It took a couple minutes, but eventually I could force the issues of my finances out of my mind. I rolled on top of him, entwining my legs with his, and embraced him in a deep kiss.

The next day I was tired as hell after work. There were a lot of bookings that day, and it seemed like I was constantly working on something. The breaks hadn’t been nearly long enough. At least it had gone by quickly. I had all day to think of this mystery job I had to do. I came up with about a million different possibilities for this job, from something innocent like helping him with a repair job, or maybe needing a pet sitter for a few days, to some kind of kinky sex slave in a BDSM dungeon. I had to admit that as creepy as hiring me for sex would be, it got me very hard and I had to adjust my boner several times throughout the day.

The place was on the outskirts of town, but thankfully it showed up on my iPhone’s Maps app with no problem. It seemed like forever, down a lot of back roads in the woods where the speed limit was 45 but you’d have to be insane to take those turns at that speed. Finally, I came up to a little gate. It guarded a long driveway that disappeared off into the woods. At first I had no idea how to get in, and thought I might have to call him again, but then I saw a little speaker with a button on a pole nearby. Jesus, what kind of place was this?

I rolled up next to it and put down my window. I leaned out of the car and pressed the button. “Hello sir, this is Aric Brooks.”

A moment, then the speaker crackled, “Welcome.” The gate started opening with a soft whirr. Not a creak.

“Thanks,” said, but of course I forgot to press the button down. I drove in.

It seemed the driveway was just as long as the road to get here from town. It was well paved, though. It must have cost him a fortune to get all of it done. The driveway leveled out for a little bit, and then it seemed I was going down the other side of the hill. Then, the forest opened up into a huge green slope with a mansion. For a moment, the evening sun blinded me, but I put down the visor and looked around. My god, it was a paradise. Huge gardens, all seeming to be in full bloom, lined the rest of the driveway up to the house. Giant willows and oaks dotted the lawn, and the grass looked meticulously cut, manicured.

The driveway went up and circled at the front steps. I had no idea where to park, so I just put my car on the side of the road, hoping I left enough room in case anyone needs to get around, then went up to the front door. It had large brass knockers in the shape of lion’s heads, but I saw there was also a doorbell, so I rang that.

It seemed like I stood there forever. I was having a hard time sitting still, bouncing up on my toes, swaying back and forth. I tried to picture him again in my head, and I could remember the white hair and the tan skin, and that he had muscles, but from there my mental image was a bit hazy. I leaned over once to look past the rhododendron into one of the windows. The foyer looked glorious: gleaming wood flooring, a grand piano, large tropical plants.

The door opened, and the man stood before me.

“Ah, Aric. Come in.”

He stepped aside and I walked in, taking off my shoes immediately. I couldn’t bear to think about messing up his floors. He stood there and smiled politely. He was more casually dressed than the other day, in a green and gray plaid button-down that seemed like it might burst at the size of his chest. His collar was open quite a bit, showing his white curls of chest hair, and his sleeves were rolled back over muscular forearms. He wore dark blue jeans that hugged his full ass and quads, and brown loafers. I knew I had a hard-on and I hoped to god he couldn’t see it.

“I trust you found the place okay.”

“Yeah, fine,” I said. My voice felt like it had migrated several octaves higher. “You live quite far out here in the wilderness.”

“I like my peace and quiet.” He put a hand on my shoulder and steered me into a sitting room. It was decorated with beautiful paintings, quite modern, with bright splashes of color. Some depicted abstract figures of men, others of women, and others just inspiring figures of the imagination. I did recognize one artist. Georgia O’Keefe.

He sat me down on a mauve armchair, studded with brass, then went in the other room, returning with a small black box. “I don’t need much work done. I’m planning on throwing a party this weekend and I need the back garden weeded, plus some leaves taken out of my pool. I don’t think it should take too long. However, I’d like you to wear this while you work.”

He handed me the box, and I opened it. Inside had to be the smallest thong I had ever seen. It was plain white, with a pouch that I was sure wouldn’t be able to hold my cock. The thinnest strings would hold it in place.

I looked back up at him. He wasn’t grinning; he was serious. I don’t know if I was angry or shy or what. I think I was too shocked. “Sir,” I said, mustering the politest tone I could manage, “I’m not sure if you have the right guy for the job.” I started to stand and hand him back the box.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash. “This will be half your payment.” He flipped through the bills. They were all Ben Franklins, crisp.

I gulped. “Where should I change?”

When I went out into the backyard, I felt naked. No, I felt more than naked. I think I would have been more comfortable if he had asked me to wear nothing instead of this skimpy bit of cloth. I was hyper aware of the strings cutting into my waist, hugging deep in my crack. My cock couldn’t make up its mind. It would harden and soften and harden, and I was terrified it would slip out.

He was lying in a lawn chair, fully clothed, of course. He had kept the button-down on but changed into khaki shorts and sandals, and he sat there watching me. I felt like I was on a stage with the spotlight shining on me. Eventually, he pointed to a bed of flowers and said, “There’s a pair of gloves over there, plus kneeling pad. There are shears and a trowel too, if you need them.”

I took a deep breath and walked over to the bed. It was in full bloom, just like the gardens out by the driveway, and I had to admit the smell was beautiful. I knelt down, moving the pad to a comfortable patch, and slipped on the gloves.

If you looked from far away, you wouldn’t have said his garden needed weeding, but down here I could see there were numerous little sprouts of grass and other plants amid the flowers. There was a basket nearby for me to throw things into. I think, when it comes down to it, I enjoy weeding. I’ve done it before, at my place and with my mother and grandmother. There’s a simple sort of pleasure in seeing your progress. But there was no way that weeding was all this man wanted.

It was as if his eyes were boring holes into my ass. I could feel his gaze drift over my butt cheeks, up my back, my shoulders, brushing the backs of my arms, my neck. He was obviously rich, but there were cheaper ways of getting your garden weeded. I pictured him appearing behind me, stroking my skin. Using me for his pleasure. My cock hardened and made a tent out of the skimpy suit. I turned a little to make sure he couldn’t see.

He directed me to several other patches. It was certainly an amazing garden. It grew and blossomed as if it were a jungle. I pictured some sort of tropical paradise in my head. Whenever I ventured a glance over my shoulder, he was still there, watching me. Something inside me felt bold, wanted to give him a special show, but I couldn’t do it. Still, I acknowledge that as creeped out as I was, I was very attracted to him. I could only imagine what was hiding under that button-down shirt.

I wondered what he did to get so rich. I mean, I had heard there were ways of making great money in the world without being born rich or being a movie star. Of course, I could use a nice get-rich plan. Maybe he was an inventor of something really famous, and this was what it was like to live off the patent. Maybe he was some sort of famous writer. I wouldn’t have known. I don’t read much, and I certainly wouldn’t remember an author’s face. What if he was a pornographer, the guy behind the camera? I wondered if he was auditioning me to be a new model.

When I finished with the gardens, the sun was low in the sky. You could look out over his yard and see the sun over the distant mountains, the clouds purple and gold and red smeared like an impressionist painting. I tossed the gloves down next to the basket and started brushing the dirt off of my arms.

He got up from his chair. “Thanks, you did a really good job.” I watched him warily, thinking he might try to make a move on me, but he simply led me over to the shed next to the pool and fished out a skimmer. “I don’t think this will take too long, and then I won’t have anything left for you to do today.”

He went back over to his lawn chair and I turned to the pool. I haven’t told you about that yet. The shed was a few yards away, off the true swimming area. Here the pool was wide and round, like a pond with a sidewalk, and cherry trees hung overhead. I started skimming out the fallen leaves, relatively few. The pool was long. The circular swimming area was connected to a wading area, and the whole thing curved like a half moon. At the head, near the stairs to enter, was a crystal clear stream that emptied into the pool. The rush of the water was soothing to my ears. I wanted more than anything to dive in and swim in the crystal clear water. Although late, it was still hot, even though I was practically naked.

I started picturing him in here, in a swim suit, his gray hair slicked and wet, his arms shining with drops of water. I imagined he had a nice ass that filled out his swimsuit. He would be a stud wet. I chuckled to myself. It was insane. Here was this guy, paying me ridiculous amounts of money to do menial tasks while mostly naked, and I was fantasizing about him. I should be running away terrified. If I had, I guess there wouldn’t be much of a story, though. I wondered what Tom would think of all this.

I desperately hoped he would have a good time at college. Good enough, even, to forget what I did to him. I had wanted him so badly, and it was an incredible joy to be with him, but I felt like an ass for doing it. I hoped he’d forgive me when we got older. And then, when he left, after I tried so hard to restrain myself, I still went to bed with him. Some older brother I was. Really responsible.

Then there was Nate. He wanted me, he really did, and I didn’t want to blow that. Casual sex is nice, but a real relationship is hard to come by. I shouldn’t have even come here in the first place, but I really did need the money. I don’t know how else I would have made it through the next month. I just wouldn’t get involved with this man. I mean, he hadn’t even touched me. I was just something to look at and amuse him. It’s only fair that he should get some amusement in his old age. He was hot, but with the way most gays I’d seen online are, his age would have been an immediate deal-breaker.

I finished having convinced myself that I had just given an old man a few moments of pleasure, and that he was just giving himself more pleasure by paying me so well with a wealth he’d spent a lifetime earning. After I changed back into my clothes, he walked me to my car, talking about the party he was throwing. Apparently his sister had just had a grandchild get married, and since he didn’t have any grandchildren of his own, much less children, he wanted to celebrate. As I got into my car, he handed me an envelope.

“I really appreciate your help here today. I’d like to call on you again in the future. I’ll be able to pay you well, I can assure you. Have a safe drive home.” He grinned, and I thought for a minute he was going to lean in and kiss me.

“Thank you, sir. I’m very glad I could help.” I smiled and shut my door, then drove off. When I got to the end of his driveway, after passing the gate, I pulled over and looked in the envelope. It was stuffed with bills, stuffed, and it was a very large envelope too. I started counting, stopped at 25, and estimated there must be four times that. Around one hundred Ben Franklins. Jesus. I got back on the road and continued home, wondering how you deposit this much money in a bank.

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Hey, you cute dude with raging hormones and a very active big libido. Am I right? Man you are hot and sexy. I am sure you turn on all your buddies with that seductive smile, sparkling eyes, hard body and that big tool between your legs. WOW, you are hot.

Lets get started. Take off that shirt and the undershirt. WOW, look at that ribbed chest, flat stomach, solid arms, big biceps and those nipples are gorgeous. You have me already turned on with that upper body as I feel heat growing in my crotch.

Man, start playing with those hardening erect nipples. They are big. Take your time rubbing and squeezing those hard tits. Rub harder and harder as you get hot. When you are satisfied, move to those hairy underarms. Spit on your hands and rub the hands across the hair on your underarms until they are dripping wet. Rub your fingers through the hair. Now take your wet tongue and begin licking those underarms and also those big biceps. Spit on those melon size biceps, kiss them, lick up and down on them and rotate between licking the biceps and the underarms. Does that feel good? I bet your are so sweaty now. Keep playing with those sexy biceps and underarms. That is great.

I bet your cock has grown so stiff that it feels like an iron pipe. Are you beginning to leak precum in those sexy hot briefs? Are you beginning to emit masculine hormonal odors as sweat is pouring off your forehead, face, neck, underarms and back? I can imagine the hot smell.

Now slowly start taking off you shoes, socks, unzips your pants and take them down and off. Throw them over in the corner. I bet you have cute sexy feet and toes with a little fuzz. WOW, what is that big tool in your briefs? My guess is that that boner is desperately trying to sneak its big head up and out the elastic waistband of your briefs. Is it in pain trying to escape? Do you now have wet spots in the front of your briefs? Does your crotch feel wet? I bet your cock is twitching and and throbbing with lust for relief.

Can you bring one of your feet up to your mouth and begin sucking on those sexy toes? Does that taste good? Does it turn you on? Have you ever sucked on your toes before? I like sucking the toes of my buddies.

Now take one of your sweaty hands and begin rubbing it across that big bulge in your briefs. Are the briefs wet and are you getting some juices on your hand? Why don’t you slide a hand inside your briefs? How does that feel? Man, I bet that big cock feels so erotic, soft and warm in your hand. Rub your hand up and down that blood filled slick cock shaft. I bet you are now breathing hard and moaning with carnal pleasures. Right? Get ready for a hell of a jack-off on your favorite body part.

It is now time to get those cum soaked briefs off as you follow my instructions. Put your thumbs under the waistband and slowly begin lowering the briefs. Oh, What, you are getting some of the precum from the briefs on your balls and thighs as you remove the wet briefs? Doesn’t that salty smell turn you on? Don’t you love that feel of wet cum on your body?

Take the soaked briefs up to your nose and mouth. WOW, I bet you love that smell and taste? How are you doing? I am fantasying about what you are doing and it has me dripping gobs of precum in my pants. Wait, I am going to take off all my clothes and get butt naked with you. I want to jack-off with you.

Lets begin wanking our boners as we both inhale that cum off our briefs. Man that smells and taste good. Lets run our hand around the big head on our slick cocks. At first, lets slowly begin to fuck that cock with that hand as we continue to suck on those wet briefs. Go up and down that cock harder and harder now. Finally, throw those briefs off in the corner.

As you continue to jack-off, take the other hand and cup those hot hairy nuts. Hold them tight up next to your body. I am doing the same thing with my cock and balls. You have caused me to join in this big sex game. Mmmmmmmmmm!!!Aaaaaaaaaa!! It feels so good., doesn’t it? Oh Shit, are you close to comming? I am. I am so turned on. I bet you are too. Slow down and don’t wank too hard. We must not come yet. We must build up to one big volcanic explosion together.

I started this story to only instruct you on what to do to get off but I got so turned on that I am joining you in each move.

Now it is time for the big move that will gradually lead to that gorgeous climax after a hot session of masturbation.

But before that time lets both get up on the bed and take a large pillow. Pour lots of lube on your rock hard cock. No that is not enough. Pour more on the cock. Get on top of the pillow and lie down on your stomach. Begin humping that pillow as if it is the ass of your fuck buddy. Start humping the hell out of that pillow. Hump fast and hard. Are you wetting the pillow with the lube and precum? Slide your slick and wet cock through the big wet spot on the pillow. Oh Fuck, doesn’t that slick and sliding wet pillow feel great. Oh, Hell, I love that feel. Please call out my name and say: “Eric, you bitch, take my cock up that ass of yours. Take all my big cock in your ass. Does it feel good?” Stop before you come.

Finally, lets pour more lube on that big pulsating cock, pour more lube in the palm of your hand and clasp down hard on the head of that boner. Hold it tight for about 20 seconds. Man, that feels good. Are you like me? Is your cock stiffening even more?

Now take both of your hands and place them on your cock shaft. Create a tunnel with both your hands for your cock. Begin driving your blood filled cock up and down that channel—faster and faster. Oh my god, does that ever feel like a man’s ass for my cock. Don’t you agree? Lets go faster and faster. Beat that hot meat with no mercy. Buddy, faster and faster. That is it. Keep it up as long as you can, you gorgeous hunk. OH FUCK, OH FUCK that feels so great. My whole body is shivering with pleasure. I bet you are in total heat now.

My nuts are tightening. I am putting my feet over my head. Join me with your feet over your head as we get ready to come. I am beginning to feel contractions as the cum is leaving my nuts.

OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, YEA, YEA, OH SHIT, AAAAAAA, YEA, HERE IT COMES.

Man, I shot a huge load all over my face and ate a big cum meal. I bet you did likewise. Wasn’t it good?

How was that orgasm? How did you do? Was it a big load? How was I as a sex instructor? Thanks for playing the sex game. LOL Eric

THE END

“Someone was home later than I asked them to be,” my dad said, when I walked into the house with a few bags.

“Yeah, well my friend Ted was buying me groceries and I forgot, so I drove them to his house.” I replied.

“I know we haven’t set down any ground rules right now, since you just now moved back in, but we have to soon.”

I sighed and sat down on the couch, where I would be sleeping, and set my bags down.

“Hey buddy,” my dad said, sitting down next to me. “I know it’s tough for now, but we’ll get you a bed soon.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Let’s go over the rules. Rule one. Dress code. I don’t mind you walking around buck naked, but try not to do it so much.”

I nodded, sliding off the couch and sitting on my calves, only my toes holding me up. My bag’s zipper almost tore when I pulled it down and started pulling out clothes.

“Rule two. No mind altering substances, or your ass is getting a spanking and you’ll be grounded for two months.”

“I’m way ahead of you.” I told him, as I unpacked all my tops, bottom, socks, hats, and underwear.

“Rule three. Boys. I’ll accept dating, and on occasions sleepovers, as in friends, but I don’t want anyone fucking you or getting fucked by you in this house. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” I told him, as I pushed all my empty bags under the couch and set the folding clothes under the coffee table.

“I also hope you ate, because I don’t have the time to feed you right now.” he told me, and stood up.

“I did.”

“Good. I’m going to bed.”

I watched his thick, muscular body saunter off into the darkness of his room and reach out to shut the door. When his door closed, I reached down to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head and off my body. Afterwards, I kicked off my shoes. My hands then wandered down to my waist, where I hooked my fingers around my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. Then I stepped out of them, and lifted them off the ground to put in one of the bags that was underneath the couch. Then, I pulled off my socks and stuffed them into my shoes, where I had put next to the couch.

When I finished getting into my non-pajamas, I walked off to the kitchen, for something extra to munch on, even though I had eaten a sandwich less then an hour ago. The top shelf consisted of various dips and yogurts. The shelf below that stores all the meats and cheeses like smoked ghouda, bacon, salami, and pepperjack. The next shelf down had all the drinks, some sauces and leftovers, and the drawer below that had vegetables. The whole inside of the door was filled with dressings and toppings. I leaned down and reached to the back of the bottom shelf for the tupperware full of leftover spaghetti.

“I leave the room for a minute and you’re already half-naked and bending over,” my dad’s gruff voice sounded from behind me.

“Wh- Ooh! Dad! Don’t do that,” I squealed, as my dad reached next to him and squeezed my left asscheek with his right hand.

“Sorry Buddy,” he chuckled, bending over so that his chest pressed against my back, and his hand was still rested against my ass. “Just getting a little,” he picked you whipped cream from the lowest shelf and sprayed a little on his finger, which he took off my ass. “Of this good stuff.” He was wearing bright red skimpy underwear, which showed off quite a pouch at the front.

“Don’t ruin your physique,” I warned him, holding my own finger out.

He stood up, rolled his eyes, shook his head and the whipped cream can, and sprayed it on my shoulder. I turned and stuck out my tongue, lifting the pile of sweetness up and pulling it into my mouth, my taste buds dancing at the flavor.

“I know you have a sweet tooth,” he said, giving the can to me for me only to spray some on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I do love my sugar.” I told him, as I finished up the whipped cream he sprayed on my chest.

I sprayed some on his. “I wasn’t talking about sugar,” He was looking directly at me now, then down at his whip-creamed chest, looking at the whipped cream as if it was unreachable. “I don’t think I can reach-“

I leaned forward, pushing my weight against my dad’s, and dropping my head to his chest, and sticking out my tongue. Dragging it slowly around one of his pecs, I reached around his body and brought his back in, so that his chest came closer and closer to me. His skin felt amazing and silky smooth against my fingers, and his chest was hairless, muscular, and warm against my lips. My tongue explored more and more of his pectoral until it was done slowly lapping up the nipple and got to the whipped cream that was slowly dripping down my own father’s chest. My fingertips dropped down to his waist, where I was looking for his underwear waistband, but only got a handful of meaty ass and a thin v-line.

The fridge shut and my dad had his hand on the front of the door. “That was fucking hot.”

“Dad, you’re naked,” I said, clearing my throat.

“Huh? Oh yeah, seems that way, doesn’t it,” he grumbled, setting his hands on his waist.

“Um, yeah,” I replied, only slightly distracted when he arched his back and pushed his hips toward me.

“Well, champ, g’night.” he told me.

“What about these?” I inquired, holding up his underwear with one of my fingers.

“I guess you could count those as a welcome home present,” he smirked, biting his lip, “And we don’t have any blankets.”

“It’s not that co-“

“Your tits say different.”

I opened my mouth to testify, but realized that I really was cold, and my dad was right, my nipples were perky and erect. Then my eyes wandered over to the couch, which was looking like it would be as cold as an ice cube, then to my dad, who was almost at his room, where he would be sleeping in a warm place. Sleeping inside a bed started to sound amazing, so my feet carried me over the carpet to the doorway of my father’s bedroom. He was on his side, facing the center of the bed and away from me.

“Room for one more?” I asked.

The sheets practically flew open once I had asked the question. From where I was, I could see my dad’s bare ass, and his arms spread in front of him. I pushed my undergarment down to my ankles and stepped out of them so I could creep around the bed and under the covers. The sheets and duvet encased my whole body and the arms of my stark naked father pulled me against him, so that he was spooning me. His thick, muscled chest pressed against my back, and his legs entwined around mine. My ass felt warm, which told me that his fat, flaccid, dick and his huge, round, balls were all pressing against my buttcheeks.

“Hey, champ,” he murmured into my ear, running the back of his thumb down my spine, “I see you decided to join your old man.”

“What’s with the spooning?”

“It’s cold.”

“But you’re naked.”

“I think you forget we used to take baths together.”

“When I was like four.”

“And-“

“I know, we did it a few times a few years ago, when finance got bad.”

“Yeah, and remember that one time during camping-“

“Yes dad, I remember!” I said quickly.

Then I thought about the picture in my wallet, and the vague memories that went along with it. Thoughts and memories in the past. The picture of me when I was four, standing upper-shin deep in the bathtub, in red rain boots otherwise naked, facing my dad. He was also in the bathtub, and fully naked. It was when he had a chest with well-groomed hair and his legs still had a soft layer of hair, but just enough. He didn’t have as many muscles, but still had his six pack and pectorals. He was facing me, smiling with a slightly stubbly shin and his eyes were shining their regular silvery blue. He had his hands on my little waist, as if about to pick me up. I remembered how I laughed and giggled.

More memories of when I was young started to stir. I remembered when he used to bring me into the bathroom with him and make me stand next to him at the urinals. When he whipped out his thick, meaty, cock and would release his urine. How curious I was about how fat and actually strong it was, and how his face twisted in pleasure and relaxation when he let go. Remembered the notes I would make in my mind on the position he took when he peed, and I would try and mimic them to be more like him. l’d usually My curiosity usually got the best of me I realized, when he would start shaking the piss off the tip of his prick, and my little hands would reach out and take hold of it. His eyes would usually brighten, and he would chuckle for a little bit of time, until finally he would pull my fingers off his meat rod. But once or twice, he would usually just set his hands on his waist and he would lean forward, letting me make observations about his juicy fuckstick.

Realizing what my dad was getting at, he was realizing how comfortable we were with each others nudity. The next set of bathtub memories was twelve years after the first set of memories, and I could distinctly remember those. I was sixteen, almost seventeen, and still living with my dad. It was a time when he had gotten a new job, and it wasn’t paying much, so we couldn’t afford much of the water bill, and we had to bathe at the same time. We had to bathe since we couldn’t waste any water in a shower.

There was a limited amount of space in the tub, so my dad would usually lay in the water, with his legs spread, and beckon me in to lay in the water with him. He was fully waxed at the age he was at now, and had no hair on his chest, legs, arms, and even his treasure trail was gone, leaving only a patch of pubic hair right above his dick. Reluctantly, I would pull my boxers and pants down to my ankles and step out of them and peel my shirt off my torso. His eyes would glint and sparkle in confidence and comfortability, and his arms would open in welcome.

Unsettling, it usually was for me, until my feet would sink down into the water, and burn with the feeling of the blood rushing to my feet. The feeling of heat traveled in waves up my calves, thighs, waist, and torso. Relaxing my body, letting me succumb to the water, and slowly laying me down on top of the pile of thick, hard, muscle that waited at the bottom. The man in the tub would take the washcloth and slowly scrub it down my back, cleaning me of all the dirt on my back, but also my shame as I got more comfortable with him touching me and me returning the favor. I remember the next few minutes that went by in soft sighs, water, soap, and raging lust.

My dad’s right hand set his hand on my back under the sheets and skimmed down my back. His breath was hot against the back of my neck, and it brushed against the sides of my head and around my ears. I hadn’t even noticed, but somewhere during my sexual sabbatical, I had become drowsy, and my eyes were drooping. I was slowly falling as

CRASH.

My dad quickly rolled off of me and sat up.

CRASH.

Windows were being broken, and we could hear the clinking of various metals outside the door. Next to the bed, my dad kept a metal baseball bat, which he picked up, carefully.

The door burst open. Two men, both dressed in black, walked in. One man was tall and skinny. The other man was quite fit and average height. The taller one held a revolver, and had it aimed directly at me.

“Drop the bat and kick it over, or the boy gets it,” The shorter man told my dad, who did as instructed.

“Where do you keep your money?” The taller man asked.

“I’ll bring it to you. Just don’t hurt my dad,” I begged, getting out of bed.

The tall man looked at me and nodded towards the door. Then did the same thing to his accomplice.

I walked slowly out of the room, followed by the man, and turned my head back at the doorway. He pushed me forward and shut the door to muffle the shouts from my father. I was pushed and nudged more and more through the house, pointing forward, acting as a sort of compass, and led the man into our living room. His eyebrows raised when I stopped, but his eyes follow my pointed finger when I pointed in one general direction of the room. He walked in that direction, following my direct finger, until he suddenly stiffened when he saw what I was pointing to. It was a wall. He knew something was up.

“You punkin’ me?” He growled, and reached over to the fireplace to pick up the firepoker.

I didn’t answer him when he took it away from leaning against the wall. I didn’t answer when he opointed it at me threateningly. I didn’t answer when he realized I wasn’t scared. I didn’t answer when he finally swung. I didn’t answer when the fire poker made contact with my knee, and my face cringed in pain, and I fell to the floor, but I still didn’t make a sound. The man slowly walked over to me, and stood over my body, raising the fire poker over his head with both hands.

Then suddenly his face turned from pure twisted hatred to nonchalant and expressionless. His head was turned sideways, unnaturally, and his neck was pointed slightly outward. It came over me that his neck was snapped, and there must’ve been somebody behind him. From the dark silhouette, I saw short dark hair, and beautiful hands.

“Ted?”

“Ugh, did that guy hurt you?”

“Um, yeah, my knee.”

“One second,” he said, and then put his mouth to his wrist, and there was a popping noise. “Drink this.”

He put his bleeding wrist to my mouth, and I opened my lips to drink in his life force. The tingling feeling I had felt earlier that day when I was showering came back, but this time my knee was tingling. There was a first crack I heard, and a slight pinching feeling. The second crack was louder, but hurt less. I looked down at my once-bruised knee, and then pulled back from Ted’s wrist.

“Teddy why are you here?”

“You forgot your number in my car,” he said, holding up a piece of paper, “why are you naked?”

“I was sleeping.”

“Oh, well then I’ll go.”

“W-” I started, but he was gone. In a flash.

I turned back to the bedroom door and violently pushed it open, ready to jump at the tall man. He was in the corner though, and was using my dad as a bodyshield, and aiming his gun at me. He shot once, but missed, and four more times, also missing. He had one more shot left, and everyone in the room knew it. My dad was silent, mostly because the hold around his throat was tight and restricting, but also because he was just scared. The man’s sweat was glistening in the moon’s light, and his hand with the gun was slightly shaking. Then, he pulled the trigger one last time.

I felt my chest jolt back, my throat swelled with blood. My vision blurred and dimmed. The last few things I saw were my dad, pushing off the man and pounding him to the ground, and then black. I saw lots of things after that. My favorite memories of when I was a baby, and when I would hold my dad’s cock, or when I would walk around the bathtub and sit in his naked lap. I remembered when we went camping once, and we were nude the whole time, while skinny-dipping, sitting at the fire roasting marshmallow’s with our legs spread and our schlongs hanging out, or when we would share a sleeping bag, and he would joke about us being a gay couple, and pretending he would dry hump me, and pretend to fuck me.

I remembered Mr. Philpot, Ted, Micah, and Daniel. When I saw Mr. Philpot for the first time at a strip club on my eighteenth birthday and he gave me a lapdance. When we would talk together in the showers at school, and he would slap my ass and tell me he thought I was attractive. I remembered getting Ted and Mr. Philpot’s dance, and having Ted hump my until I orgasmed. I remembered talking with Micah on the roof of the building he lived in, and when Mr. Philpot and I told him about our little club.

Then all the memories scattered, and there was a light, which seemed to get closer and closer aden finally engulfed my whole vision until-

I felt my jaw hurt, and my eyeteeth grow into fangs. My undereyes felt different.

My eyes opened again, and the first thing I noticed was my aura.

It was black, and had a little bit of red in some parts.

(I’ll do vol. 2 in a little while.)

I could hear the hum of the air conditioner and the warm comfortable presence of Kevin beside me. I tried raising my hand and my muscles trembled with the effort. I tried speaking and a small croak emerged. My throat felt dry as the Sahara desert and I felt weaker than a new born kitten. I hated feeling this weak and I knew I wasn’t going to be a happy camper until I was back to normal.

Taking a deep breath, I tried raising my hand once more. Kevin stirred beside me and raised himself to peer into my eyes. I glared back up at him and then concentrated on my original task. I heard him chuckle when he saw the terrible shake in my hands, but I was determined. He gently grabbed a hold of those oh so shaky fingers and pulled them to his lips.

“I’m glad to see you awake.” I continued glaring at him. It made his smile wider and he kissed me gently on the nose. “Grouchy is still better than seeing you so pale and still.”

My frown disappeared from my face as I saw the concern that he hid behind his smile. I wanted to ease that from his face and tried tapping into my tree. I groaned in pain as my abused body tried to channel more power and I quickly shut down my talents. I guessed my powers were going to be on standby until my body was able to cope once more.

Kevin was grumbling under his breath as he saw and heard my sigh of pain. “I don’t know why you do this to yourself, James. Get some rest and stop trying to use your powers.”

I looked at him apologetically. “Water,” I managed to say. My voice sounded gravelly and it hurt my throat just to speak.

He nodded and turned to the bedside table where a jug of water had been placed. He filled it and helped raise me a little to take a drink. Tini, a small woman with the sexy body of a siren, and one of the Maori women who had helped rescue Leila from the nether-realms debacle, walked into the room.

“I figured you’d finally open your eyes today,” she said.

Tini was one of the world’s greatest healers and I was honoured that she was here taking care of me. She was in great demand from those who knew about her skills. What she could do was generally kept under wraps and, in truth, her skill took just as much out of her as mine did with me. It was a burden and a blessing.

Kevin still held the glass to my lips and I hungrily swallowed the water.

“Not too much, James,” Tini cautioned.

I looked at her and frowned. She smiled before moving toward me and placing her palms on my arms. “Your body will rebel if there is too much water in your stomach.”

I looked down where her hand rested against my arm and felt it tingle across my skin. I stared at how skeletal I was and closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more.

“Your body will rebuild, I promise,” Tini murmured soothingly.

I opened my eyes and nodded at her. Swallowing a few more times, I tried to speak. “Am I back in the present or in the past?”

Kevin piped in, “You’re back in the present. And before you try to speak, everything went according to plan. The school is back to the way it was supposed to be, with none the wiser about what you can do. And your nephew is still within Leila’s womb as far as Jay could perceive. So relax, babe, all is well.”

I closed my eyes as I felt Tini’s soothing energy lull me back into the land of nod.

It took very nearly three weeks for me to regain my strength. During that time, I completed my school exams and finished out the year. This was also Kevin’s last year at school and he graduated with a promising start at Sydney University. I was overjoyed for Kevin and we had our own private celebration to commemorate the end of one period of his life and the beginning of a new one.

He wasn’t going to live on campus, but stay with us. I was totally relieved to hear that. But the biggest surprise came with a knock on the door. Dad opened it and he stared before welcoming in our guest. Kevin and I were laughing in the kitchen when Kevin’s dad walked through and stared at his son.

“Hello, Kevin.”

I felt Kevin tense beside me. Looking at his face, I squeezed his hand before I walked out with dad. They needed this time alone.

Kevin came to find me a few hours later. His eyes were red, but there was a calmness about him that hadn’t been there for a long time. I opened my arms and he came in for a long hard hug.

“My dad wants me to spend Christmas with him. I told him I would go, but only if you were allowed to come. That is if you want to come?”

I hugged him tighter and buried my face into the side of his neck. “Of course I will. You’re my home. You should know that by now.”

He sighed gustily. “I know, but I love hearing you say it.” He picked me up, cupping my butt and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. “I haven’t had time to say this to you today, but I do love you, my baby.”

I blushed and hugged him tighter to me before I pulled back and cupped his face. “You know what I love the most about you?”

He gave me a cheeky smile and waggled his eyebrows. “It has to be my charming personality and the way I make you scream my name every time we fuck.”

I rolled my eyes before laughing. “God, you can be an idiot sometimes. That’s what I love about you. You’re my idiot.”

He placed his face into the side of my neck and rumbled. “I love it when you get possessive.”

“I can tell,” I answered breathily. His pelvis thrust into me and the hard evidence was rubbing against my ass. My own cock responded and he looked at me with a smug expression upon his face.

“I love how responsive you are to me. Do you know how good that makes me feel?”

“As good as I am feeling right now?” I asked.

A knock at the door interrupted our little foray into something that would have escalated into a full blown sexathon. Kevin cursed and slid me reluctantly down his body. I shuddered as I felt all that muscle beneath his clothes teasing me. I looked up into his eyes and promised myself he would pay dearly for tormenting me in this way.

“Um, James, I think you need to see who is at the door for you,” Dad’s muffled voice said behind the door.

I quickly rearranged my clothes. Kevin had most certainly been busy while I was distracted. Half my clothes were strewn all over the floor. He chuckled as I rushed around pulling clothes on haphazardly. I shouted to dad I would be there in a minute.

“Just as long as it is only a minute. I don’t think these guests are used to waiting on anybody.”

That had my interest and Kevin began adjusting himself too. I snickered as I watched him futilely trying to push his hard cock down. I brushed my hand against his pants and sent a sexual jolt charging through him. His body jerked and he hissed with pleasure at my touch. I chuckled once more before walking casually towards the door.

“You’re a bad, bad person, James Mendoza.”

I looked over my shoulder at him, a saucy smile on my face, and shrugged nonchalantly. “And you love every minute of it.”

He laughed ruefully. “I can’t deny that.”

I opened my door and waved to him before walking to the front door with a big smile on my face. Kevin grumbled as I heard him whisper to his penis to go down. There was laughter still in my eyes as I saw who was standing at the door. It felt as if my heart dropped to the ground, and I sent an urgent summons out to Pounamu and Jay. Standing side by side were the Winter and Summer Crones.

“Greetings, Grandmother’s. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” I asked shakily.

They looked at each other, before turning to face me. “We have come to reclaim the power we loaned you.”

I looked down and saw that I was suddenly wearing the clothes that the Winter Queen had given me. In my hands was a bowl of hot, steaming stew. Part of me didn’t want to give up this new-found power. It was unpredictable, but it had given me an advantage that I knew would help me in the future.

“You are welcome to continue with these gifts, grandson, but it will come at a price.”

I looked up and saw the look of anticipation upon their faces. I felt more than saw Mother Nature appear with Jay and Pounamu in tow. I looked at Mother Nature but she just stared at me, waiting for my decision. The onus was all on me.

“Before I make my decision, what price will I have to pay?”

The Winter crone smiled at me. It was disconcerting, almost as if I were a rabbit hypnotised by the seductive swaying of a cobra. The Summer crone spoke while the Winter crone kept me enthralled. “I will not lie to you, James. You will become less human and more Fae. You will also be beholden to us, for you will be our Knight, the one charged with correcting the balance when either Summer or Winter abuse their powers. You have already come far in righting those wrongs, but there is still more to do, and we need your help.”

I stared at them. If they had used any tricks at this moment, I would have rebelled. But I didn’t want to give up these powers. They knew that. I knew that. I turned away from them and staring at me was Kevin. I looked into his eyes and a precog hit me. I saw him old and wrinkly and he stared at me with longing and pain. My skin was still young and supple and I was helplessly standing by his sick bed watching him die.

I snapped back into the present. “I have to refuse your gift, Grandmothers.”

Kevin looked at me surprised. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, James?”

I grabbed his hands and stared at the strong young flesh that held onto my own. “I’m going to stay human. I know what I’m doing.”

I turned back to the Crones. “Thank you, Grandmothers.”

They reached out and touched me. Deep inside my tree shuddered and I felt something being pulled from deep inside my roots. I screamed as pain racked my body, mind, and spirit. It was excruciating, and darkness tinged the edge of my vision. Kevin was holding me as I squirmed from the pain and then, finally, there was blessed silence.

I was shuddering and Kevin rocked me in his arms. I turned to the Crones. “Is it done?”

The two of them smiled in unison before speaking in a dual tone. “We can not take all of the power we bestowed upon you for it has become a part of you and you have altered it enough that our power no longer recognises it. If we try to convert that last bit back to its original source, we will kill you.”

“So what does that mean?” I asked.

“It means that you are no longer human, but you are not Fae. You are something entirely different. It means that you have stolen part of our power and twisted it. It means you owe us.”

“Then you will have to kill me, because I will not be beholden to anyone.”

Kevin grabbed me tighter and uttered a protest, but my eyes were staring at the Crones. They stared right back until a small smile curved their lips. “Is this your wish, Grandson?”

“No, James! You can’t do this. I won’t allow it.” Kevin lifted me into his body, trying to cover as much of me as he could hold. “You’re not allowed to leave me.” He began rocking me to and fro.

The Crones moved forward, and Kevin tried to scramble to his feet with me in his arms. I heard him whimper as his body froze. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable.

“Before you commence, I would like to say something, Grandmother.”

I opened my eyes in surprise. Standing beside me was a young girl of about 12. She had her mother’s eyes: the late Queen of air and darkness.

“Princess Aurora, is that you?”

She smiled down at me. “Hello, James.” Turning to face the Crones, she straightened her shoulders. “You can not take something that was not given by you.”

The Winter Crone cocked her head. “Explain, Granddaughter.”

There was an ominous tone in her voice, but Aurora paid no heed and spoke confidently and freely. “It is I that gifted James, and what you are trying to steal from him is something I bestowed. Therefore, James has not stolen anything. His body, mind, and spirit are his to do with as he wishes. You have no case under the rules of our own laws.”

The Crones glared at Aurora and she stared confidently back. “You are free from your contract,” they said to me.

With those last words I felt relief sear through me, and breathed a sigh. The Crones looked at me one more time before they disappeared. Aurora turned and smiled down at me, then kissed me on the head and also disappeared.

Epilogue

Sam is slowly coming back to normal. That small piece of Fae power I hold is enough to help ween him off slowly but surely. He’s actually dating a girl and I’m happy for him. If what he felt for me was purely him trying to fool around and experiment, then I hope it’s out of his system.

I met with William’s uncle, Daniel. I laughed and had a good time. He’s quite the comedian, and I was the first person that William has allowed over his house. I dare not tell Christine. After all, I beat her to his house. But they are like two love struck doves, so I know he will tell her eventually.

Life has finally gotten back to normal, or as normal as my life ever gets. I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest. Kevin and his father have turned to a new chapter in their lives, although he gets a little bit uncomfortable with me around. Nevertheless, he is truly trying and tolerates me. I won’t ask for more, and I refuse to tell Kevin that his father is very indifferent to me. I can handle indifferent as long as he remains civil.

So my life is cool. I have the man of my dreams who is as in love with me as I am with him. I have my family, and I have the best friends I could ever ask for. Whatever the future may hold, I’m loved and, this time around, I’m willing to not only show my love but also express it. That is something that would have been a difficult thing for me to do, once upon a time.

The End

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Swim Team

At 20 years of age, I was doing pretty well for myself. A business major at State University, I was also captain of the swim team. At 6 feet in height and a weight of 170 pounds, I was all lean smooth muscle. I was lucky enough to get the right genes to give me great arm and leg strength and was able to have a tight muscled frame. With dark brown hair, which I kept trimmed to a crew cut for swimming, and green eyes, I knew how lucky I was to see both girls and boys turn their heads. And this was just fine for me, being bisexual and enjoying the company of both sexes. Although lately, my class and swim activities didn’t leave me much of a social life other then a few parties and sports events. I hadn’t gone on a date, let alone had sex, for several months.

I did well in classes and was able to keep up my grades and still have time for working out to stay in shape and get my required practice time in with the team. The guys on the team are all pretty cool. We usually gab about one bullshit thing or another when getting ready and then after a practice or a meet, we just hit the showers, wash up and get out. Sometimes we grab a burger or end up back at the dorms for studying. Nothing ever happened at the showers, until just the other day.

Coach Phillips came into the locker room for his usual positive speech.

“Good practice guys. We should be in great shape for our meet next week across town,” the coach said.

“And Pete,” he adds, turning to face me, “good job keeping the guys so upbeat!”

“Thanks coach!” I answered.

As captain, I usually keep on eye on things to make sure everyone does their part, to do their exercises, or to make sure we have towels and stuff, so I usually stay around longer in case anyone has a problem or an issue. So I’m in the shower, I’m really finished but I stand nearby, wrapped in just a towel. My body still dripping wet. This one guy on the team, Sven, is kind of quiet, but a nice guy. He moved here from Stockholm, Sweden. I guess his Dad is some auto exec and the family is here with him. Sven speaks perfect English and being 6 feet, blond, blue eyed and packed with muscle, he is always eager to help me with some of the weaker swimmers who may need a little more help. The other guys on the team practically consider him my assistant. And even better, everyone is cool with that! But today felt different. Sven got into the showers a bit later then usual, I’m sure because he was helping out someone on the team, so he got under the showers and is facing me the entire time. Sven is soaping up, his hands move quickly across his smooth firm body, and watching me as I talk to someone else on the team. He’s rinsing off, and still watching me, again I’m preoccupied with something or other. A slight grin seems to appear on his face as he’s washing his balls and occasionally tugging at his cock. At one point our eyes seem to lock as he runs one of his hands slowly across his chest and tweaks one of his nipples. I immediate felt my cock twitch and look down at my towel. Holy cow, I’ve got a small tent working down there. I look up at him and he gives me a slight wink, or was that water in his eye? I look around and realize that we are the only two in the showers.

“Okay Sven,” I call out. “Lets get out of here, I think the baseball team will be in here soon enough!”

I head back to my locker and pull out my clothes, trying to dress faster then normal. The last thing I need is one of my players seeing me with a hard on. I push my eight inch cut cock into my briefs and dress. Sitting on the bench all I have left is socks and shoes.

Moments later Sven comes around, standing right next to me in only a towel. I breath in the clean soapy smell of his wet warm skin.

“Pete, I have some great ideas about helping the team even more,” Sven says quickly, not even giving me a chance to speak. I look up at him and try not to stare at his body so close to me.

“I know you have my home address off campus and my family is gone for the week, so I could use the company for supper. I’ll grill us some steaks. Come by at 5:00, okay? That’s cool! Can’t wait!”

Sven grins widely and turns to leave, not even giving me a chance to say yes or no!

“I’m, uh, um, sure!” I stutter, watching him walk away as he pulls off his towel and turns down the row where his locker his.

And I’m staring at that perfect bubble butt ass, smooth and pink like the rest of him. From far off I can hear his “Great, see you later!”

Now don’t get me wrong, when the guys have gotten together for one thing or another, Sven is always in the group and we hang out together. We have even met in the library and the gym a few times to discuss the swim team. But this time just felt different.

I had two more classes that afternoon before I could head off campus for dinner. I thought about him most of the afternoon, trying to figure out why I was both nervous and anxious about all of this. All I knew was that I was pretty bored with the campus food and a nice grilled steak in a real home sounded super.

With a fifteen minute walk to Sven’s house, I stated to wash and dress at 4:00. I got annoyed with myself for getting ready so early. All I had to do was brush my teeth and put on a clean shirt, but I ended up taking another shower and putting on a pair of clean tighty whitey briefs, some clean jeans, a pair of sandals, and went through three shirts before settling on a short sleeve white and blue plaid buttoned shirt.

With my heart pounding, I left my dorm room and walked to Sven’s house. I knew the neighborhood and found the house easily. I rang the doorbell and Sven answered. We both stared wide eyed and started to laugh seeing that we had both obviously washed up and put on similar button down short sleeve shirts, wore jeans, and had on sandals.

He let me in and closed the door behind me. “Isn’t there an expression in English like ‘Great minds think alike” right?” he said, saying what I was thinking.

I turned to him with a grin. “Yes, I was about to say the same thing Sven!”

W sat in the living room near a table where he had put together a chart with all of the players’ names and had listed all strengths and weaknesses. He even had our two names down.

“Sven, this is so great of you! How can I ever thank you?” I said.

“You’re not mad at me for stepping on your toes?” he asked.

“Of course not, this is really great,” I answered. I looked down and saw next to my name he had written ‘too cautious.”

Sven saw me see the comment by my name.

“You see Pete, I was swim captain in my high school in Sweden, so I guess it’s a habit to try to help with the team,” he explained.

“No wonder you’re so good at it,” I said, “So I am too cautious?” I commented.

“Sometimes,” he said quickly, as he picked up his papers and folded them away. “But lets eat I’m hungry, yes?”

We walked to the back yard which was surrounded by a high fence. The grill was already on and he opened a plastic container and took out two steaks and set them on the grill. Two potatoes in tin foil where already on the fire.

The small table nearby was already set with dishes and silverware and even placemats. All he missed were some flowers I imagined jokingly.

“All I need is a flower pot on the table huh?” he said, as if reading my mind. We chatted very comfortably. He was such a likable person. Although he kept his hair short, he did not go for the short crew cut like the rest of us, so he had a small blonde wave of hair hanging across his face. I was finding him cuter and cuter. But I had to remain calm, after all he was a team mate and should be off limits.

With some Cokes, the steaks and potatoes made a great meal. He said he used some Swedish seasonings and spices and the food was delicious.

We stayed outside chatting some more. I finally stretched my arms upward, feeling very relaxed. But when my arms were fully extended, I must have pulled my left arm just a bit and felt a pinch. “Ouch!” I said, as I lowered my arms and rubbed my left shoulder.

Sven jumped up as if a fire alarm went off. “What’s wrong Pete?” he asked.

I suddenly felt silly for making a noise as I rubbed my shoulder and felt the muscle immediately relax.

“Oh nothing Sven, I just pulled something but it already feels better. I shouldn’t have made any noise, sorry,” I added.

Before I could stop him, he was standing behind me and massaging my shoulders.

“Sven, really, I am fine, now you’re making me feel like a real weenie!”

Sven continued to massage my shoulders, feeling pretty good to be honest, but was not stopping.

“A weenie? Like a hot dog I make you?” he asked in confusion, clearly not familiar with that English phrase.

“No, not a hot dog,” I said, laughing at his confusion.

“Oh, maybe you mean wiener, like a penis?” he asked, still trying to figure it out.

I had to stand to face him, making sure I didn’t make him feel like I was making fun of him.

“No, well, it can mean that stuff, but we use it sometimes for someone being silly, like I was silly for saying ouch for something so little,” I tried to explain.

“Well,” he began, grinning and clearly not upset at the situation, “your shoulder isn’t little or silly and being on the team your muscles should be kept in good shape. I have the best answer!” he suddenly announced as he grabbed my hand and led me inside the house.

“Where are we going Sven? What are you up to? I asked, following obediently.

I followed him down the stairs to the basement which looked like it had been rebuilt into some modern health club. I stood in the doorway and marveled at the exercise machines and two smaller rooms in the corner, and holy cow, there was a small lap pool on the other side of a glass wall.

“What the…?” I said, unable to finish my sentence with my mouth hanging wide open.

Sven turned to face me with a wide grin. “My father would only take the job transfer here to the United States if he could have his own Swedish health facility in the house. And they said Yes!” he explained excitedly.

“Very nice. Way cool Sven! Glad we’re friends!” I said jokingly.

Sven gave me a quick frown. “I hope we are friends for more then just my house!” he said.

I grinned at him. “Of course, I think you’re a great guy! Honest!” I said.

“Good, now we should go in the sauna and relax that shoulder of yours,” he said. “It’s a Swedish sauna you know!” he added, as he quickly stepped out of his sandals and undid his shirt. He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, leaving him standing in only a pair of bright blue and very brief briefs. Very little was left to the imagination. Whether it was the bright blue or the small size, my eyes were fixated on his crotch.

“Come one Pete, strip! You can’t wear clothes in a Swedish sauna,” he said, snapping me out of my monetary trance.

“Fully naked?” I asked.

“Too cautious!” he said, pointing at me and reminding me of his comment on the players work sheets.

I frowned at him but I hurriedly undressed trying to catch up to him and trying to keep my cool. Sven dropped his briefs as he turned to grab us two towels. There was that amazingly muscular gorgeous smooth ass of his. And his swinging cock, eight inches like mine was amazing. Long and thick when soft, I could not imagine it hard. Standing this much closer to ut then at the showers earlier then before, its perfect pink smooth skin was a wonderful sight. Without all the soap suds rubbing down his body like before, I could make out the pale peach fuzz over his arms and legs and a small blonde patch of hair above his cock.

Sven led me into the sauna. After he adjusted some dials on the outside of the sauna, we stepped inside. I followed his movements as he folded the towel and sat down on it. The sauna was bigger then I expected but we found ourselves sitting opposite each other on one side, our knees almost touching. The humid heat hit my face the moment we stepped into the sauna, but it felt good on my skin. I felt the muscles in my shoulders and legs immediacy relax. Sven was right, this was helping.

“This does feel good Sven, its just the sitting naked part that’s weird!” I offered.

Sven stood up and grabbed his towel and placed it on the bench right next to me, sitting down, our bare hips touching. I could see some sweat forming on his temple, just as I felt it on mine.

“You are too cautious, I told you Pete!” he said, “its just us! You must be less cautious in much that you do!”

“You go in here a lot after swim practice?” I asked him, changing the subject, knowing deep down that he was right.

“Sometimes, but it gets boring being alone,” he said.

“Anyway,” he said slowly, “I’m a bisexual.”

I looked at him curiously. “And why would you tell me that?” I asked.

Sven grinned with a blush on his face.

“I told you because I know you are too!” he explained. “I can tell when you look at girls and guys. But truthfully, I think you’re super cute, hot actually!” he added quickly.

I turned to face him. His face was so beautiful. I couldn’t deny it. He saw me react in the showers. And I didn’t really want to lose his friendship and mess things up.

“I am really flattered,” I said. “I think you are so damn hot too. But we’re on the same team, Sven, and if you are going to help me with the team, which is awesome, we could mess things up!” I offered, hoping to not hurt his feelings.

Sven looked deep into my eyes. “Let me ask you some questions first before you make a decision, okay?” he asked.

I nodded my head up and down slowly, watching him intently.

Sven jerked his body slowly and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel his hot sweaty skin on my face when he kissed me. Before I could speak his hand darted out toward my lap and quickly tugged on my semi hard cock. Sven then sat back and folded his hands together in his lap sitting upright and facing forward.

“What was that all about?” I asked

“Very good, that’s our first question to ask,” he said.

“Did I kiss you?” he asked. “That’s the second question,” he added.

Before I could answer, he spoke again. “And who grabbed whose cock?” he said with a sly grin. “My third question,” he added.

I looked at him with my eyes wide until I started to see where he was going, but he quickly spoke to fill in the blanks.

“First of all, no one on the team knows what we do or don’t do!” he began, patting my knee as he spoke.

“And secondly,” he continued, “I doubt if anyone really cares. The team really admires you and likes you, and I think they like me too!”

“They do like you a lot!” I offered. “But I’m not into messing around in a sauna. I like a real relationship!”

Sven grinned. “Same here, and one should never mess around in a sauna. The heat can hurt us if we mess around,” he explained with a widening grin.

I stared at him, realizing that my much needed social life was about to improve significantly with this person sitting right in front of me. But I first wanted to have some fun with him.

“This could never work Sven,” I said with my most serious voice and serious look on my face.

I looked over at Sven and tried real hard to stay serious, seeing how sad and dejected he suddenly looked.

“I could never have a boyfriend who is such a lousy kisser!” I said, keeping up my act.

Sven stared at me hard until he realized that I had used the word ‘boyfriend’ in my statement. As his eyebrows slowly rose, I leaned in for a new kiss.

“Lets see if you can kiss any better!” I announced as our faces got closer and he followed my lead. Our lips met ever so softly, making full contact as they began to purse and press against each other. I opened my mouth slowly to find his already open, our tongues meeting as I gently bit my lips over his lips, pulling and tugging at them as my tongue entered his mouth, exploring and feeling its way around. Our heads turned ever so slightly sideways so our mouths and faces could get that much closer. I soon felt his mouth tugging on my tongue and holding it in place. If I wasn’t sweating already from the sauna, I would have been sweating now, and my heart was already pounding as I felt a new heat rise from my groin. We soon broke the kiss as we pulled back from each other. Both of our faces were bright red, clearly no longer reacting only from the heat of the sauna.

“So now can I be your boyfriend?” Sven asked with a grin.

I shook my head slowly from side to side, but was no longer able to keep a serious face. My face already told him that he was capturing my heart. “Your tug at my cock was pretty pathetic! You must be very clumsy at sex!’ I said teasing him.

“You’re right, my tug before was not very good!” he said with a shy smile. “But to be honest Pete, I am not so good, I only had sex with one boy and one girl back in Sweden, so I need practice!” he said.

I suddenly felt bad for my teasing comment. “Sven, I didn’t mean it that way, because the truth is, my count is only two boys and two girls, so I am afraid I may not be much better,” I admitted.

Our honest comments left both of our semi hard cocks shrink back down even though our hot kiss a moment ago got us almost fully hard.

Sven stood up. “We’ve been in the sauna long enough. We need to go,” Sven said, making me think I went too far.

Once outside the sauna, we shivered at the sudden drop in temperature, even thought the room itself was warm enough.

Sven turned me towards him as he grabbed me by the shoulders. “I want to do what I wanted to do when I watched you in the showers today. Okay?” he asked so politely.

I looked into his amazing beautiful eyes and admired his soft blond hair and sweet face. I let my eyes gaze slowly down his body, looking over those impressive pecs and small brown nipples. I looked at his firm flat belly and eight pack abs and down to his small blonde pubic patch of hair and that cute pink cock that was already twitching its way back to life. I marveled at his firm muscled legs and imagined their power holding me in place on a mattress.

My eyes rose back to his face and I smiled. “What you wanted to do to me in the showers?” I spoke slowly, enjoying the look on his face, “I like the sound of that!”

Sven’s smile grew so wide and bright, I thought I would have to put on a pair of sunglasses to protect myself from the glare!

“First we shower then we have lots of awfully clumsy and wonderful sex!” he announced dragging me into the large double shower next to the sauna.” he commanded.

“Yes sir!” was all I could say before we both broke into loud raucous laughter.

In no time the shower heads were streaming water down on us as we quickly soaped up and washed the sweat off of our bodies. We each grabbed the shampoo and lathered up, getting nice and clean. In no time, we were rinsing off, but every time I brought one of my hands to his body, to caress, or tease, or to play, he slapped it away.

“We will do this right, got it Pete?” Sven asked.

“Yes sir!” was my reply each time, offered with a wide smile of my own.

We toweled off quickly, each of us eager to have some good hot lusty fun. Once dry and out of the shower, we stepped back into the large room and I stopped to see where he was leading me. Sven took me to the other small room where there was a large work out mat with some weights stacked against the wall. He took what looked like a large cloth mat and threw it over the shiny workout mat and then he sat down in the middle of the room, motioning for me to come over. My heart pounded with excitement yet I was strangely just a little bit nervous. I then sat down next to him, both of us sitting cross legged and naked, each of us looking over the body of the other, and of course admiring what we saw!

“What little sex I have had was always forced and clumsy and without much feeling. I want this to be my first “real” time making love,” Sven said slowly as he watched my face for expression.

I smiled back warmly. “To be honest Sven, that’s how it was for me too. Hurried in the back of a car or done for the physical pleasure without any regard to emotions!” I replied. “I want this to be real!” I added.

We scooted closer together on the floor as we leaned in towards each other and continued our kiss from before. I held him close with my hand on the back of his head, sensing his touch, feeling his skin. Sven put his hand on my bare shoulder and I immediately felt the connection, as one so close yet so familiar. I must have moaned into the kiss because he moaned back. Our lips still locked, he slid his hand down from my shoulder and over my bicep, squeezing and caressing as he went. With the feeling in my balls beginning to warm up, I broke the kiss from our lips and allowed my face to nuzzle along his jaw to his neck, where I pushed my face in and breathed deeply, enjoying the sweet smell of his skin. I looked up into his face, his gaze already locked on my face, grinning not just from pleasure, but also from a sense of contentment. With one of my hands on his back, my other hand pushed him gently backwards, as he came to rest on the mat and he spread out his legs.

My lover lay naked before me, stretched out and ready for my taking. Getting on my knees I moved back to Sven’s shoulder where I continued my kissing and nuzzling his skin. I moved downwards slowly, stopping occasionally to kiss or lick a patch of skin or tweak a nipple with my lips. I moved further down Sven’s delectable body, savoring the firm abs or pushing my face into the softer belly just below his belly button. Sven giggled like a school boy when I stuck my tongue in that cute creased belly button but his giggles turned to moans when my chin began rubbing up against his ever growing cock. By the time my mouth made it to his cock root, his throbbing member was standing straight up. I got close and stared intently, seeing some of the larger veins actually pulse with his heart beat. I looked up at him and smiled. Sven smiled back, nodding ever so slightly, signaling his readiness for me to continue my love making.

I looked down along his body and marveled that this was mine for the taking. I looked over my own body, seeing the flush of sexual anticipation spread over my skin, my own cock already hard and erect and hanging under me, beginning to leak a few drops of precum.

My mouth began to salivate and I licked my lips before opening wide, taking that beautiful hard cock into my mouth. My lips closed tight, holding the throbbing treasure just acquired. I let my tongue wander over the head of Sven’s cock as I moved my mouth up and down the hard sweet tool. With my teeth protected by my lips, I began a slow up and down movement, hearing Sven gasp each time my mouth passed the ridge of skin just below the cockhead. My fingers reached out over Sven’s hard ripped body, finding and caressing his abs and alternatively, fondling his balls and caressing the insides of his upper thighs. Sven moaned in delight. Occasionally thrashing his arms or legs beneath me, he clearly enjoyed the attention his body was getting.

Without realizing it, I was moaning and growling myself, so enjoying the pleasure that Sven experienced as it bounced back onto me, giving me my own sense of delirium. And then things changed. Sven’s moans became deeper and huskier. His hips began to rise up off the mat and thrust at my mouth, giving me a face fucking while his cock seemed to stiffen even more. Our thrusts and lunges increased in intensity and speed and I knew his time for release was fast approaching. And then all time stood still. Sven bucked upward, his hips and ass rising off the mat, but then remained suspended in the air, and his cock pulsed in my mouth and the first shot of his cream hit the back of my throat. His last moan became a low howl as three more waves of his cum erupted from his cock, forcing me to swallow furiously to keep all of his sweetness.

My tongue continued to lick his cock, but in a slower and gentler fashion, as his sensitive cock began to slowly deflate and soften.

Licking the tip as it departed my mouth, Sven’s cock retreated and his hips came back to rest on the mat. We both panted loudly as our eyes soon met. I collapsed next to him where I lay down, our bare shoulders and hips pressed against each other, eager to feel the other’s warm skin.

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When I was just out of college I went on a trip with Joe, my boyfriend at the time, to the mid-sized Illinois city where he grew up. Most of his family still lived there including his brothers Mike and Lee who, on our first night staying at Joe’s parents’ house, came over for dinner.

His brothers were a total trip – loud and funny, constantly cracking jokes at everyone’s expense, but so charming and good looking that you just didn’t care.

Both of them were confirmed bachelors and they shared an apartment together a few miles out of town, which I gathered was something of a love den. Joe said even in high school his brothers were always fucking the same girls, trading them back and forth like baseball cards.

“How was the trip down?” Joe’s mom asked me as I forked up some mashed potatoes.

“Not bad at all,” I said.

“That’s a long trip,” Lee said. He was a couple years older than Joe and was pretty husky, but it worked on him. He had sandy blond hair and a blond beard and dimples when he smiled, like a sexy teddy bear. “But I guess the great thing about being gay is you could always just pull off at a rest stop.”

“Meet a nice trucker…” Mike added. Mike was the oldest and, at first glance, the most strikingly hot. He had black hair like Joe and blue eyes, and was very tall with a killer body. His hairline was receding a bit but it only made him cuter.

“Shut up,” Joe said.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about,” Joe’s mom said, and got up to get dessert.

“So Nate,” Mike said, turning to me, “You guys are sleeping in separate beds. Did you know that? Siriani house policy – can’t get laid under this roof.”

“Goddammit, Michael,” Joe’s dad said.

“Dad, I’m just saying, our apartment is available if you guys need to, you know, have a little time to yourselves…”

“That’s enough,” Joe’s dad said.

“Yeah, for Christ’s sake guys,” Joe said.

“We’re just putting it out there,” Lee added.

“It’s very kind of you but I just figured we’d hit up the truck stop a little later,” I said. Joe and his dad looked at me, shocked, but Lee and Mike just up and lost it.

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After dinner I was sitting on the porch with Joe and his brothers, drinking the beer they’d brought. It was Friday night and Lee and Mike were talking about going out.

Joe didn’t drink at the time and I could tell he was getting annoyed with me. My relationship with Joe had been deteriorating for months up that point. I was as exhausted by his judgmental, controlling ways as he was by my childish, irresponsible ones.

“Hey Joe, why the long face? Who jizzed in your pudding?” Lee said.

“You gonna let your boyfriend go out with us, or what?” Mike said.

“He can do what he wants,” Joe said, delivering a pithy look in my general direction.

“Yikes,” Mike said.

“Lighten up, Joe. Jesus. Let him have some fun. Just cause you pissed the bed doesn’t mean he has to lay in it.” I took another gulp of beer. The ride from New York had been excruciating – we hadn’t talked to each other almost the entire way. Now I was getting a buzz on and enjoying the company of Joe’s cute, fun brothers, and I just did not give a fuck.

“I’ll go out with you guys,” I said, shrugging.

“Right on,” Mike said, reaching over. I gave him a high five. Joe got up and went inside without a word.

“I think we got you in hot shit,” Lee said.

“I think I already was,” I said. Mike slapped my back.

“C’mon gay boy, let’s go have some fun.”

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We got in their Jeep and went to a bar on the edge of town. It was pretty country and I felt out of my element, but everyone seemed to know Lee and Mike. “This is my little bro’s boyfriend,” they said to more than one scary-ass dude, and if anyone was homophobic they didn’t express it. Lee and Mike bought me shots and asked me about myself. They were easy to talk to, and I was having fun.

I came back from the bathroom at one point and saw the two of them sitting at the bar a few yards away, talking to each other. They looked up at me at the same time, holding me in their eyes for what felt like a minute before Lee said something in Mike’s ear that made them both smirk. I never found out what they said.

We did another shot. Mike poked me in the shoulder at one point and said, “Hey Nate, see that girl over there?”

“Yeah. She looks like a slut,” I said.

“Oh she is,” Lee said.

“You ever fucked a girl before?” Mike asked me. I said I hadn’t. “Wanna fuck her? You could if you wanted to, she’d do anything for us.” I told him I most certainly did not. “We just thought you might want to take a walk on the other side of the fence.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Joe’s pretty good in the sack, then?” Lee asked.

“He’s fine,” I said.

“Ouch,” Mike said.

“No, I mean – he’s great. Shit – you know what I mean…”

“He let you put it in his ass?” Mike asked. Even Lee balked at that one, but I wasn’t fazed.

“Yeah, he goes both ways, like me.”

“So you take it in the ass, too,” Mike said.

“Which do you prefer?” Lee asked.

“I guess I’m more of a bottom.”

“Nice,” Lee said, smiling at me, throwing back his beer. Just then the slut girl came up to us.

“Hay guys,” she said. Lee and Mike turned to her with hostile looks.

“What do you want?” Lee said.

“I’m just sayin hay,” she said.

“Get out of here, we don’t need you tonight,” Mike said.

“Whatever,” she said and walked away. Lee and Mike cracked up.

“She wanted you guys,” I said.

“God, who doesn’t?” Lee said.

“Hey Nate, answer me this: who do you think is hotter, me or Lee?”

I took a deep breath. “You,” I said to Mike, and he got this look like he was very pleased with himself. He smiled at Lee who just shrugged. “But you’re both hot.”

“I appreciate that Nate,” Lee said. “Besides, what Mike has over in me in looks, I make up for in other departments.”

“Whatever, dude, it’s not that much bigger than mine,” Mike said. Lee winked at me. I had no idea what was happening at this point, but having these two hot straight guys flirt with me was turning me on big time. I was leaking in my underwear.

They asked me how many guys I’d slept with and I tried to give them an accurate answer, but asking a gay man that question is sort of like asking a whale how much plankton he’s ingested on any given day. It’s not something that comes to mind.

“How many girls have you guys slept with?” Mike didn’t miss a beat.

“One hundred and nine,” Mike said.

“I’m around that too,” Lee said.

“You guys keep count?”

“You better believe it,” Lee said.

“We keep a journal,” Mike said. I trusted that it was true.

We did another round of shots. I was fast approaching a literal tipping point. Lee asked me, “Have you ever slept with guys as hot as us?”

“You mean not including Joe?” I said.

“Joe’s not as hot as us,” Mike said, lifting up his shirt to expose his cut abs.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I guess not.”

“That’s what we thought,” Lee said. “So…you want to?” I took a gulp of my beer.

“Yes,” I said. Lee and Mike smiled at each other.

“Let’s go then,” Mike said, and hailed the bartender.

“Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here,” Lee said.

***

We rode in their Jeep with the windows down, me in the backseat. Lee looked back at me.

“You’re not worried about Joe, are you?” Lee asked.

“Aw, man, don’t worry about him,” Mike said before I could respond. “He ain’t gonna know. We’re real discreet.”

“I’m not,” I said.

“Besides,” Mike continued, like he hadn’t heard me, “You and Joe aren’t married. And we sure as shit didn’t take a vow to be faithful to our brother.”

“It’s a little sketchy,” Lee added, “but basically on the level.”

“We can pretend afterward like it never happened. Everything that happens, from this point, can be, like, lost time. Something we’ll take to the grave.”

“Not that you’ll ever forget it,” Lee said, and reached back to run his hand up the leg of my shorts. He stopped just short of my crotch and slid his hand back out.

“Have you guys ever done anything with a guy before?” I asked.

“You mean recently?” Mike said.

“No, no, not since, like, high school,” Lee said.

“We’re just curious,” Mike said. “You’re the best looking guy Joe’s ever brought home. Plus, you’re cool. Trust me, it’s gonna be fun.”

***

To be honest, their apartment was hilarious: PlayStation, Bruce Lee posters, even a Lava Lamp – the whole bit. I sat down on the couch and Mike sat next to me. Lee went to the fridge to get us beers and Mike started feeling my body, so I felt his. Fuck he was gorgeous. His body was like hard marble under his t-shirt. I reached down and felt his swelling crotch and Lee came back with the beers. He handed them to us. Lee just started stripping down, and Mike stood up and started doing the same. They left their underwear on and got on each side of me on the couch. Mike started taking off my shirt and Lee slid off my shorts. I started making out with Mike. He didn’t hold anything back, and as I writhed my tongue against his I again went for his cock. It was rock hard now in his black boxer briefs.

I turned to Lee and started making out with him. He was an even better kisser than Mike – all soft and passionate. His cock was still fattening and it did feel a bit bigger than Mike’s. Mike was kneading my hard cock underneath my briefs and when I came up for air from making out with Lee, he pushed me down until I was kneeling on the floor.

“Take off our underwear,” Mike said. I complied, going for Lee’s first. His fat, hairy cock bounded out, standing lazily upright and rising. It was a beautiful cock. I went down on it, popping the head in my mouth and sliding my lips down until they were against his fuzzy balls.

“Damn,” Lee said.

“Feel good?” Mike said.

“Dude, you have no idea.” I made a few more passes on Lee’s cock, keeping my lips nice and tight. I moved over to Mike and slid his briefs down his solid legs. His cock was skinnier but nice and rigid, his nuts shaved smooth. He scooched closer to his brother so that their thighs were touching. Mike ran his hand through my hair as I sucked him, greedily taking his rigid dick down my throat.

“Holy shit, bro, you ain’t kidding,” Mike said.

“I know, right?” Lee said.

“Guess it’s true what they say about guys being better.” I went from one to the other, and then I worked on their balls. Mike’s nice smooth sack felt nice in my mouth, but I was fast becoming a convert to Lee, who had a real sexual energy to him. Lee spread his legs when I went for his nuts, letting me really get in there. I sucked them up, one by one, cupping my tongue around each before popping it back out and lapping up his sack.

“Yeah, eat his nuts,” Mike said. I went for Lee’s taint and he raised his legs up higher. There was his asshole, pink and fuzzy and clean. I had to give it a try.

Lee’s reaction was immediate. He groaned and lifted his legs even higher.

“Dude, he’s eating my ass,” Lee said to his brother. Mike jacked his cock as Lee cupped his hands around his knees and lifted them to his chest, fully exposing his hole for me. He had a really sexy ass, just naturally muscled and lightly hairy. I worked my tongue around his cheeks for a bit before spearing it in his hole, and Lee relaxed as much as he could to let my tongue in.

“That feel good bro?” Mike said.

“Bro…” Lee said, unable to complete the thought. I was jacking his cock with one hand and with the other was helping him hold his legs up as I rammed my tongue in his ass. He really was beside himself. I went for Mike next and was not surprised to find he’d razored not just his nuts but his taint and hole, too. He gave me the same access that Lee had, lifting his legs high and letting me dig my tongue into his tight, pink crevice.

“Bro, we haven’t had a rim job since, who – Kylie?”

“Dude that was three years ago but…fuck…you’re probably right,” Mike said, breathing heavily as I worked on his hole. “Feels fucking great.” I went back to work on Lee’s cock and Mike got up and went behind me. He laid a finger against my hairless hole and I groaned a little around Lee’s big dick.

“How’s that feel back there?” Lee asked.

“Dude, it’s a pretty sweet ass,” Mike said. “This is gonna be awesome.” I heard Mike get his finger wet in his mouth, then he put it against my hole and dug the tip of it inside. “He’s completely ready,” Mike said, “His ass is, like, devouring my finger.” It was true. I felt totally loose and ready to be fucked.

Lee got up and got behind me and the two of them propped me up on the couch, knees on the cushions and my ass spread out for them.

“Dude, get the lube,” Lee said and when Mike came back they lubed up their fingers and were taking turns working them into my ass. They slid both of their fingers in me at the same time. “Fuck, this is gonna be good,” Lee said, slapping my ass as his finger drove in and out next to his brothers. “So fucking tight.”

Mike went first. I heard him snap on a rubber and grab hold of my hips as he pressed the tip of his cock to my hole. He slid inside, slowly at first and increasing in speed as he realized I could take it without pain. “Holy fuuuck,” he said as he bottomed out in me.

“Damn bro, he takes it like a champ,” Lee said. Mike slid out of me and pushed back in.

“Oh, man,” Mike said, chuckling. “Sweet as hell.” He didn’t waste any time pounding my ass – he really gave it to me. Then they turned me around so I was horizontal with the couch and Lee got in front of me. He held me by the hair as he fucked my face and his brother fucked my ass. I felt like a total whore and I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more from two hot straight brothers. I was so turned on I probably could’ve taken both of them in my ass stacked on top of one another and loved it.

In turn, they treated me like the slut I knew I was: not disrespectful, but rough. Mike slapped my ass as he rode it. Lee pressed a finger to my throat to feel his big piece sliding in and out. And I’ll be damned if at one point they didn’t reach over me and clap hands, probably engaging in some complex, arcane bro-dude handshake as they grinned and porked me like a Christmas ham.

“I’m gonna blow in him dude,” Mike said. His thrusts got harder. He was plowing me mercilessly. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut in him bro,” Mike said.

“Do it dude,” Lee said. “Fuckin tear that shit up.” Mike’s moans got louder and louder. Finally he bottomed out into me and I could feel his cock pulsing, his load filling up the condom as he lost it inside my ass.

“Damn that was good,” Mike said, sliding out of me. “Your turn,” he said to Lee. I heard the shower starting as Lee slid on a rubber and sidled up behind me.

His cock was poised right at my used hole. He leaned his big, masculine body over my back and whispered in my ear. “Ready for me, baby?” he said. Then he slid that fat dick in my hole, so slow and sweet that I wished it’d never end. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said, and got to work.

He held me close the entire time, wrapping his big bear arms around my body, working my dick in his paw as he used my hole. “Joe’s a lucky lucky guy to have you around,” he whispered. “Oh yeah baby, you’re giving me the ride my life, what a sweet ass…” The stream of dirty talk just didn’t stop, all peppered with “baby’s.”

“I want you to cum for me, baby, can you do that? Cum with Lee’s big cock up your ass?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Oh yeah, baby, I’m gonna cum with you. Gonna nut with my little bro’s boyfriend. You ready? You ready?”

“Yeah,” I managed to croak out but I was already cumming, and he was too, saying “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” as he held his cock deep in my ass and it swelled and blasted. At the same time my ass was pulsing around his shaft, sending my own load out over the couch, the two of us cumming together effortlessly, like it was meant to be.

“Dude, just spend the night here,” Mike said. They were both showered up now, walking around the apartment nude. I wondered if they always did that.

“There’s no way. Joe’ll kill me,” I said. I was heading into the shower myself.

“I’ll give him a ride home, Mike. Don’t worry about it,” Lee said, and that’s what he did. He kissed me deeply just before I got out of the car.

“Anytime you want, you give me a call, alright?” he said. I would’ve taken him up on his offer – would still, in fact – if I hadn’t forgotten to get his phone number. I broke up with Joe a couple weeks after we got back, but it wasn’t like I could’ve asked him for it, anyway.

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XIV

Faisal came home rather late and he was tired because he didn’t get much sleep and truth be told the day was exhausting. He had meeting the whole day. He went to bed early and he packed all the thing in advance so he was ready to go. He had Asim and Mark come at his office at 7:00 so he could say goodbye to his friend and so Asim could take him to the airport.

Well the parting wasn’t as hard as Faisal tought. Well for one Mark was late and he had a hangover and he relly could not to nothing that could resemble a parting gift. Well all wasn’t bad Faisal tought. At least there were no heated words. But it bothered him allthesame.

As he was leaving the car he sad do Asim :”take care of things on this end” but he wanted to say something different but he didn’t want to explain himself right now and in front of so many people. Asim on the other hand just smiled and assured him: “everything will be in best order as you come back.”

So now Asim had to decide what to do, how to approach Mark. For what he saw he was a mess this morning. But he decided one thing. He will not interfere at the beginning but will pay close attention to the guy. He already decided that Mark would have to work very hard in the gym, so he would not do stupid things and to give the best results possible when Faisal returns. This was crucial if he were to remain his position. So without anything else to worry about he payed Mark a visit.

As he entered the small house with his key he noticed that things were not as clean as he would imagined but he tried not to meddle right now. He found Mark still in bed almost naked lieing on his back. What a sight. That would just simply not do, but for the sake of peace he decided to be nice.

To make a good impression he went to the kitchen and he made some orange juice and he brought it to Marks bedroom. He woke him up and than explained to him that his workout would begin in 15 minutes and that he will wait for him in the living room. Mark was groggy and mildly unpleasant, but Asim did not say a thing.

After 20 minutes Mark cane downstairs with annoyance. But Asim acted as he didn’t notice. They introduced themselves. And Mike started to tell him of his wishes and than Asim had enough and just told him that he would be the judge of what was necessary and than he explained to Mark in a most pleasant way possible what was expected of him and that Faisal himself wanted things done this way and that is something Mark should respect since he signed his contract.

He than ordered him to take of his clothes to asses his physique and take some body measurements. Mark grumbled and disrobed. Asim saw a good male body. The hairless part took him by surprise but at the same time turned him on. Asim tried to ignore his rising dick and did his job of measuring everything. He was happy he was not free balling today. He definitely saw that some improvements could be made fast so he explained him that Faisal hired him for 12 hours a day and than he laid down his plan as to how would things go: 4 hours of fitness training, 3 hours of supervised studying than 3 more hours of marital arts training than 2 hours of exotic instructions or filming once a week.

Mark protested loudly and he was quite rude, but Asim just waited till he finished his tirade and than asked him a simple question: “Do you want to end your contract?”

Mark knew there was but two answers but only one remained at his disposal because he didn’t want to live in the streets.

Asim looked on the clock and they started their day. Actually after some time they both relaxed and started to chat a bit and Mark wasn’t so unpleasant as soon as he started sweating and he saw that Asim really did know what he was talking about and he had a great body to show. Mark started to thing it would be great to have a buddy to joke around and not be judgmental of him. After Mark told him that Asim agreed with him.

They eventually talked about the plan of the 12 hours that had to spend daily and if Sundays were off. And they soon came to terms and they were both happier.

All went well apart from the studying part. And after getting all the facts straight they realized that actual schooling would take 5 hours out from the work plan Asim presented. Asim really wanted to stick with the original plan so he told Mike that actual classes should be done in Mark’s free time. Mark was all over the roof. Asim tried to make Mark realize that it was for his own good. Asim reminded him that he sound like his ex wife. They managed to lough about that together.

At the exotic instructions things got complicated. Asim wanted to see what Mark planed for his next video. Mark didn’t want to go there. Asim got frustrated. “Ok we need to get to know each other than.” Asim concluded. They sat down on the leader couch in the studio and Asim started to tell Mark everything about his previous marriage. How he remained friends with his wife, how they on occasion still fucked and so on. Mark gave him a short run down of his dealings with Claudia. Than Mark wanted a bear. At that time Asim could not hold it back anymore. He just told him that as long as he was around there would be no alcohol involved. Mark was sulky after that. Mark than suggested mutual massage since they worked hard today. They were both up to it as long as the pants stayed on. Asim suggested that he saw Marks body already and that he was not afraid to show his. But Mark wanted it this way and Asim didn’t push it. In a way he was happy afterward because he got a major hadron while getting a rub down. But he was not embarrassed he was not the only one. Asim was a bit surprised that Mark suggested that they year off to some porn. So they watched some straight porn flick and they both got off and afterwords they just stayed on the bed enjoying the comfortable silence. Asim noticed though that Mark didn’t have his cocking on.

So the day concluded and Asim went home and Mark did take the shower he so needed right now. He went to the university after all. After supper he got really horny. He was a bit devastated that he thought about the massage so much. There was nothing erotic about it but he still thought about it. He didn’t like the thought of that and wanted to get it out of his system so he called Susan and they hooked up for some hot passionate sex.

And so went the first few weeks. Mark actually was impressed with Asim and his willingness to teach, to be a friend. The martial arts were fun. Without knowing it after a few day Mark enjoyed Asims company and the 2 hour at the end of Asims’s stay became something he was really looking for. They shared almost everything with each other. Asim told him about his need to dominate women in bed. But that the whole macho thing he had going on was more or less something he did not like about himself but was something common for most of his friends and that he liked Mark’s more laid back nature.

Mark was surprised at that declaration. He than in turn admitted we was not that dominant with women and that he actually let Claudia to be more aggressive sometimes. He told him about his exhibitionism and so on and so forth. Mark was glad that Asim’s reaction to that was so god:”Man I respect you for telling me that!”

And there were the massages they shared. That was simply something excellent. respectful, relaxing and beneficial. But Mark was torn because he really started to get of more on Asim than the porn flicks they watched. And there was this relaxed conversation Asim liked after the deed that got Mark all the more troubled. He liked it but he didn’t want it at the same time. Asim also admitted to Mark that he was in for the money at first but now he really appreciated the company.

After the first time Mark and Asim jerked each other of Mark became troubled again. It was he who started it but then he did not know what to do with it. His best reaction he could think of wad defense. Mark was really starting to become arrogant towards Asim and for no good reason because Asim did not act differently after the episode they had. Mark thought that everything that he did with men till now made him less of a man. Again his insecurity. Asim tried to talk about it but Mark shout him out. He didn’t want to talk about it. So he stopped shaving and he got his old macho act back on. Asim wanted to know why but he got no answer.

And than there were the videos, they were getting worst by the week. Asim was not welcomed in the studio during filming. Everybody could see that Mark was not into it. Asim noticed this after the first video. And when the second came out he needed to find out what was happening before he got the call from Faisal. Asim decided to follow Mark of duty. Well he soon knew what was wrong and he knew something had to change at once or both would have to pay the consequences.

Since he knew that Aamir had some good trick up his sleeve he paid the good doctor a visit and after explaining what he discovered they both agreed it would be better not to go public but to tame the man privately. In doing so they would have leverage for further things to come.

Asim was really happy that the doctor helped so much but he was a bit angry that Aamir wanted to exploit Mark but eventually he would have to let the good old Aamir in on the fun as he put it. Mark had done one mistake to many and he would have to live with it. Asim was seriously disappointed, because he really liked what they had with Mark. His male friends where not that many. He had Alice but you can’t go for advice to your ex every two weeks can you?

Only shopping needed to be done for today and tomorrow things will change. Asim was not sure if for the better but he was excited in some strange way.

XV

The next morning Asim was torn. If he goes trough with what he planed than he looses a prospect of a good friendship, if not than he gambles with his own future. It should be so easy, really easy. Well it is not. He saw something in Mark that he didn’t find in any of his friends. No need to be competitive, no need to establish his place among men. And truth be told until last week he thought he hit jackpot with this job. But than that hand job. What is hand job among friends. He returned the favor he did everything right. He didn’t rub it in, he wasn’t a selfish prick as he used to be the last time he was messing with a man, he didn’t make Mark feel worthless. And than the prick just started doing stupid, mean things. The crown jewel was definitely: “get out of studio you are ruining the atmosphere!” What atmosphere does one need to jerk of. And the video wasn’t remotely sexy.

If the fuck only told me he wanted to fuck some chicks. He would let him do it. For fuck sake, I’m not that uptight. But he had to go all macho. I don’t need to shave. I don’t need to wear the PA. I don’t need to ask permission. He signed the contract for fuck’s sake. Does he not get it that Faisal is not stupid and that he is vindictive.

And then the whore he fucked. Could he do any worst. He wasn’t gone the whole hour as I aproched the bitch. And she was all over me. Thank god she is stupid and now I guess really afraid. That will teach her a lesson, whore. Well guess no better than Mark.

What to fucking do. I guess I have 10 more hours to decide.

Asim entered the premisses with a major attitude. He wanted to break things and when he saw Mark yawn he really wanted to deck him hard.

“For fuck’s sake. Show some respect for my work here and be at least ready wen I step trough the doors, punk” Asim sad trough clenched teeth and he went straight to gym.

“Why the foul mood? You didn’t get any?” sad Mark sarcastic.

“As a matter of fact I can whenever I want, but after people piss and shit all over me I’m not in the mood. You fucking prick. Now bring your lazy ass down here to start the day”

Asim was really pushing Mark today. He himself was a bit winded but Mark could simply not keep up with him. But there was no encouragement just jelling and degrading remarks. Mark pushed trough somehow. He knew something was up. He was scared now, he newer saw this side of Asim before.

Than came the martial arts for the day. Well there was no art with it. It was just Mark in the air or hard on the floor. After a short pause Mark mustered the courage and he came to Asim: “what’s the matter buddy?” and he put his hand on Asim’s shoulder. He regretted that move immediately. In a split second he was plastered against the wall with his hand twisted behind his back. “Don’t you ever try to touch me without permission you stupid cunt” Asim hissed in his ear. “Do you understand whore!” Asim jelled for emphasis.

“Yes.” was a meek reply.

As Asim wanted to start again with the training Mark bulked: “i will not train with you in this condition!”

“Well if you wont, than you are just going to get it” And Mark was soon on the floor unconscious.

Asim was sorry immediately after the assault, but he was just so angry at Mark and he knew he had to calm himself before he continued as was planned.

He carried Mark to the bathroom and put leader cuffs on Marks wrists and he secured him on the hooks he installed during Mark’s study time.

He went back to gym and started with the punching bag. If the punches to the bag were any sign of what Asim was going trough then it must have been a world war 3 inside his mind. Asim decided that something needed to be done or all will be lost. He was afraid he lost Mark already. That thought made him sad.

XVI

Asim walked back to the bathroom and he gagged still unconscious Mark and than he woke him up with cold water. As Mark regained his senses he was confused but he soon found out he was in bondage and that a very intimidating Asim was standing right in front of him. He noticed that he was naked and he started to struggle. Asim warned him not to make noise but Mark just wanted to get free. So to make his point Asim gave him two options 20 with the paddle or stop struggling. Well Mark didn’t stop so Asim took the paddle and started to deliver the punishment. Mike was hauling trough the gag and saliva started to dribble out of his gagged mouth. After the fifteenth blow Mark lost his will to fight and tears started to flow down his cheeks.

“Now as I gained your attention you will listen and you will listen hard. Because I will not repeat myself. First of all Mark you made your point. You are a whore who can’t be trusted. You go and sign a slave contract with someone like Faisal. You knew hist tastes. His tastes lie in man’s asses and mouths like yours. He doesn’t care about the rest much. And you go and sign a contract that strictly forbids you to fuck women. And you go and fuck them. You put mine future at risk. Go ahead and put yours at risk. But do leave me out of it. Do you get it you stupid fuck we are in this mess together. One does not succeed without the other. Stupid cunt. Then you go and sign that you will wear a PA for five years and you don’t obey. Why on fucking earth would a man do that. He wouldn’t. That leads me to conclusion that you are not a man. Than you go and sign a contract that commits you to be shaved all the times. That means no hair but your eyebrows. And you go and fucki’n don’t shave. Who would do that. You are a first class cunt.”

Mark listened and the tears run down his cheeks. He knew that everything Asim sad was true. He signed to be a slave to be used as Faisal deemed fit. The notion of lost freedom set in. Why did he put trust in others as he was clearly deceived so many times before. He felt worthless.

“All the mistakes you did will be corrected shortly. By my hand. And you know I’m not in good mood today because I bring you friendship and you bring me piss and shit.” Sad Asial in somber voice. Mark could not look Asim in the eyes and he looked down in shame. Asim slapped him: “Look at me cunt, look me with your selfish eyes and see what you have lost. There is no respect in my eyes, no good will. You see fucking cunt.” Asim eyes were indeed cold.

“So we will do the following. First we will address your hair problem. The whore that you fucked yesterday gave me a recipe for a smooth cunt like hers. So lets see it in action.” Sad Asim with glee.

Mark saw with eyes like saucers a big jar of wax and he knew what was coming. There was no tenderness, no talking, just pain. Pain and humiliation as Asim tore his hair away. In some ways it was worst then 20 strokes with the paddle. And it was much worse than the shaving Faisal ordered. He lost the will to jell and he accepted the pain, the humiliation. But Asim’s contempt was the hardest thing to swallow, because he knew why he did those things. Lastly Asim shaved his head with a razor and he did not make it gentle. Mark was sure that cuts he did were deliberate.

“The next thing we will address is your unwillingness to keep your fucking cock in check. For that purpose I brought this baby with.” He showed him an ominous looking cock cage. Metal and heavy. “You see Pric Albert is a way to keep a slave in check and you rebel against that and you took it out, but I will see to it that Faisal can put any jewel in your cock that he desires. And to that mater this cock cage will lock itself through you piercing hole. And one added bonus to this cage is that you will not touch your cock unless given permission to. Once a week as duty demands no more. As long as long as it pleases me you will wear it with gratitude. Your wishes are unimportant”

It was a minimalist cage but it was devious and beautiful. With o cocking and a metal tube large enough only for soft penis to enter. The lock was designed so that a special lock wac put trough the tube and his piercing for PA. And a cap could be optionally screwed on top of that. Asim put it on him, roughly handling him in the process. The cage was heavy. Marks cock was inaccessible without the special screwdriver and a key.

“The last thing to address is your obedience. You will be released shortly. As soon as I release you you shall fall to you knees ant thank me for my reproach. Than you shall Say: I will strive to better myself and I will heed your commands. After I say I accept you will say: may I please kiss your cock in sign of gratitude, Sir. Did you understand SLAVE?” Mark nodded.

Asim let Mark go and took off the gag. And mark did as he was told. He lowered Asim’s short and the fat 10 inches flopped before Marks face. He gasped and than kissed it on the head. “put the head into mouth and hold it there” Asim commanded. After that Asim instructed him on proper behavior and what was expected of him and when. The house should be made spotless. He must wait for him five minutes before he comes to the house. He must eat only the food he brings into the house. He must drink only water. He must shave every day. He must obey every command without question and with enthusiasm. He must cal him sir at all times, he must never look into his eyes unless ordered. And the last thing Asim declared: every day before Asim leaves for home Mark will have to suck him off if so instructed.

“Start sucking!” Asim instructed. Mark sucked Asim’s cock into his mouth but he could not take it all inside. Instinctively he worshiped the cock with his mouth and he wished to please Asim. Asim noticed that and he soon climaxed. After the rush was gone he saw Mark at his feet and he hated it. Than he left the house in haste without words.

Mark did not know what to do. He showered, cleaned the house, and ate the tasteless food he found in kitchen and than he just rolled himself in a ball in the and cried.

XVII

The next few days were hard on Mark. He didn’t want to give in to Asim’s demands but he payed for that dearly. The strikes with the paddle or with a bare hand were brutal on already bruised ass. After a week or so the fight left him and he started to do as he was told. In between all that happened Mark find out that he got turned on when Asim would give his punishment with his bare hand. He was starved of human touch and if that meant that Asim would indeed touch him, he sometimes deliberately did something wrong. Asim seemed to catch on on this so he changed up things a bit. So he gave Mark some human touch he knew they both craved while they were in the studio for 2 hours. All in all it was becoming more and more sexually charged. But Asim never again let Mark suck him. Mark was relieved and sad at the same time. Mark seemed to start to unconsciously crave Asims attention. As release was not possible cock vise the body responded in some strange manner. His skin was more sensitive, his nipples were super sensitive. Mark was ashamed to admit to himself, but he played with his ass more and more. He even used the toys he had to stimulate his ass while Asim was away. The most embarrassing thing was that his cock almost constantly leaked his juices.

Asim had the same difficult time. He missed the talks he had with Mark. Mark did not talk to him much And when he did it was a question and that dreaded Sir witch Asim started to hate after two weeks. At first it made him feel like a God but he soon realized what was lost.

At first Mark was rebellious and he was hard on him But at the same time he punished him he hated it so much. But once the word is out you can’t take it back. After some time Mark just gave in and Asim was glad that he didn’t need to hurt Mark as much. He became more attentive towards Mark and he noticed certain changes. The deliberate mishaps were hilarious. At first subtle and after some time not so much. And the stifled moans Mark produced. He wanted to fuck him right there and then but he knew he shouldn’t. He refrained from the blow jobs for the same reason. He was afraid of himself. He knew he was fucked. And than he saw the need in Mark to have some human touch. And he decided that they would practice the body worship things he knew Mark had to be comfortable with. That was fucked up. It wasn’t clear who enjoyed the things more. The massages were so hot he had to masturbate before they did that. But he got hard never the less. Amir did not touch him inappropriately. But the sexual energy was ever more present.

There were the shootings when Mark was allowed to cum. Fuck, that as some hardcore erotica. At first it was just animal thing. Mark wanted to cum, but than it became sensual as Mark was putting a show for Asim’s benefit. While the 4th video was made Asim could not hold back, he had to jack himself of at the sight of Mark. Mark gasped as he noticed what Asim was doing at first. But than the camera was unimportant. He put a show for Asim alone. He was really into it. He even fingered his hole for the first time on video. And Asim came undone. He fucked his fist and moaned. Some serious montage was necessary before publishing the video. Asim took a copy of that video home.

Then Asim came up with a devious plan. He searched the adult store for a specific item. A slender butt plug designed to stimulate men’s prostate. And he found just the thing. He was giddy the whole time until play time with Mark. And then he could not hold himself back. He ordered Mark to undress and wash his ass out. Mark did so without hesitation. Asim watched he was hard as a rock in his pants. Afterwords Asim lubed him up and slowly inserted the slender device in Marks as. He was attentive and making it erotic came all by himself. The device was remotely controlled. Mike almost moaned when he inserted the device, but he look he made when Asim turned on the vibrator inside the plug was priceless. He watched Mark suffer and enjoy this new toy for about 15 minutes. Asim had a big weat spot in his shorts by than and mark literary made a pool under his caged cock on the tiled floor beneath him. Asim could not hold back anymore, he fished his cock out and started slowly jerking it. The hunger he saw in Marks eyes made him almost cry it was so good. After edging for himself for some time he heard the most delicious sound: stifled moans and whimpers Mark made. He could not hold back anymore. He stood up went to Mark and sad: “Suck!”

It was not just a blow job it was something more. This was heaven for Asim. The hunger Mark did it with was beyond words. Asim petted him on his hand the whole time. It was comforting for both of them. And than Asim came like never before. He pushed his dick all the way in Marks throat. And Mark just accepted it. Asim was tempted to kiss Mark. But instead he got behind Mark. He knelt behind Mark and with strong hands he pulled Mark onto his hairy chest. All the while teasing Marks nipples and abdomen with his hands. He whispered in Mark’s ear “let it go, let it happen” Mark was on the brink of orgasm the whole time. Now with Asim petting him the orgasm was just a step away. He melted into his arms. It all happened the moment he heard the words “Mark cum for me” and when he felt Asims lips on his neck the he came trough his straining dick in his cage. It was something beyond words. The orgasm was not the best, but the fealing just right after that was beyond words. Mark knew at that moment that there was no going back. Asim owned him, because he was wiling to give himself to him. He hollered “Asim”. The moment he came Asim shut down the device and just held him there and was still pecking him on the neck. It was intense for both of them.

As Asim came to his senses he saw what he was doing and he knew that he was totally fucked. He developed strong feelings for this man. The first time it happened with a man. And now he was afraid that he could never have him. He stood up rapidly and left. He needed to talk and only one person could help him. He called Susan.

Mark knew as soon as he came that he had changed irreversibly. He didn’t like his cage he hated it. But at the same time he knew it made him listen to his body for the first time. And what he found after he listened was astounding and erotic. It turned him on. To be happy in life he needed a man. He accepted himself and for the first time there was no shame no confusion. This was real and it was good. He was disappointed when Asim left so abruptly and a bit mad. A “thank you” would be great. He smiled for the first time in weeks because the thought who should tank whom was unclear. He felt good. As he washed himself the neck burned where it was kissed. Mike rubbed it and wished for more.

XVIII

“so you wish to fuck?” Susan teased when Asim cema to her place.

“yes and no.” Asim answered quietly.

“o fuck you are soft. I can’t believe this. OK who is the lucky girl?” Susan asked while still playing with Asim soft dick

“O com on Asim. You can tell me, I wont tel a soul. Come on I want to know.” Susan pleaded.

“Mark…” Asim uttered.

“o my god I was so right. I told you only a man could tame you.” Susan was beaming with joy for her ex lover. They parted a long time ago, but there was still something there for both of them.

“It’s the opposite of that” and than he started to account all the sordid details that happened to him in the last month and a half. Susan just listened because she knew if she stopped him she would never get the whole story. What she saw and heard was lust. Love and a lot of hurt.

“for fuk sake Asim are you that stupid or do I have to draw it out for you?” Susan finally spoke up.

“I’m not sure of anything right now. I just know I cant keep away any longer. My heart is taken. Or is it just my cock? Tell me Susan, what should I do?” Amir pleaded with teary eyes.

“Only you know that. If you don’t see love when is stares you in the face than I can’t show it to you. You now why he broke up?” Susan tried to explain the facts to Asim with care, “because I could not give you what you want and need. I don’t have a cock between my thighs.”

“i would never take it up…”Asim tried to gain some composure, but was cut short.

“Like hell you wouldn’t, remember the time I rimmed you, you sick fuck. How you begged me to fuck you with my finger. Remember that!” Susan was on a roll now

“That was different.” Asim objected.

“Like hell it was. You always have excuses. You sad yourself you feel good with him. Hes not competitive, you are less of a prick with him. Stop hurting the man and love him instead.” Susan said.

“it’s not that simple, I did him wrong to.” Asim countered.

“He did too and you both payed for that. Come clean with him and get it over with. You are not sexy like that. Right now I wouldn’t fuck neither of you” Susan sad with apparent lust in her woice.

“Slut.”

“Prick.”

“what would I do without you Susan?”

“suffer?”

“God I love you…” Asim said while hugging Susan

“No you don’t. I believe his name is Mark!” Susan said while she pushed off his chest.

“I don’t know if it is love jet?” Was sincere answer from Asim.

“Listen to me good Asim. Look at your hands and see that you can bring pleasure with those hand. But at the same time, if you are not careful you can bring a shit load of pain and suffering to. Don’t be stupid Asim. Use them for good.”

XIX

Later that day Aamir called. He wanted Mark in for a check up first thing on Monday. Asim wanted to know why and Aamir explained that it was for medical reasons. Well they both knew that was not the whole truth but Asim could not do much about it.

Asim called Mark telling him about Aamir and the appointment he had with him on Monday morning. Mark was not happy about it and he tried to maneuver himself out of the situation and Asim told him he does not have much of a choice. But Asim could not lie to Mark so he told him about what doctor knows and that he should own what he likes instead of fearing it. They had a good long talk after that. Mark wanted Asim to come over for a talk but Asim wasn’t sure that was the best idea so they decided it would be best to see each other after the doctor appointment on Monday.

Mak knew full well what was expected of him so he prepared the best he could for Monday and he started to get an itch to get it over with. He knew the doctor was sadistic bastard and that it wouldn’t be as enjoyable as it was exploring with Asim, but he had to own his feelings.

Mark was still very nervous when he came to Aamirs’s office and he knew his limits would be tested, but he was also so very afraid. Afraid he would like it to much.

The strangest thing was that Amir was not his sadistic self. He tried to talk to Mark about his infertility problem and explained some things here and there. Mark soon saw trough Aamir’s rouse. All the words he used were there to debase him: useless, infertile, man up….and so forth.

Mark knew that this was a game that two could play. So he started to play his own part in this. So you want to humiliate me, well I’ll play along but on the end it will be you good old Aamir that will bee the butt of your joke.

So the ground work was laid there. Mark trying to play the humiliated stud routine. Averting his eyes, fake blushing and so on.

Aamir insisted Mark had to disrobe. Mark knew what he was doing by now. He did it with fake modesty trying to make it as erotic as possible. So Mark was naked in all his glory and he even flexed his muscles here and there. He was a sight to behold and he knew it at last. Mark also saw the hungry eyes that wanted to eat him. But it was not he kind of hunger he knew from Faisal or even Asim it was something different. Mark knew he saw that before. It was the hungry look he had, when he was turned on by a man.

Aamir on the other hand saw Mark and something was different he could not put his finger on it. But it made hims super horny he had to had this stud one way or the other. Aamir wanted to humiliate this stud of a man, just because he had something that Aamir would never have. His fucking perfect body and appeal Aamir never possessed. Aamir had a few friends but he had to put so much effort in getting one to play with him.

Aamir suggested to take the cock cage off and he did it with his own set of keys. Mark had his dick finally free. But not for long. Aamir produced a device that would electrically stimulate Marks cocks and ass. He put the Cock plug in Mark’s dick with not much care for Mark’s discomfort. He wanted Mark to be in pain. The same with themetal butt plug he prepared. And than he put on the wires.

Mark had a great deal of troubles to stay focused and to stay ahead of Aamir twisted mind. The feelings he got from both devices were just phenomenal. It was so easy to loose perspective and to just let things happen. He was on the brink of not carrying anymore.

Aamir on the other had had a great deal of problems himself. Seeing Mark so exposed on his medical table was something else. It was stimulating for him. But for all the wrong purposes. He just could not stop looking at Mark’s cock which was straining because of the stimulation. Aamir knew it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. And than Mark’s cock started to produce the snot and the room was filled with the musk that was all Mark. He got hard and he started to manipulate his own dick inside his slacks.

Mark saw what was happening. He knew he wanted to see Aamir’s dick. He wanted to see that fat cock that he admired the last time. He wanted to taste it he wanted it all to happen. At the same time he knew that should never happen. Not because it would shame him but to loose the hold that Aamir thought he had over him. It was a battle of wills.

“Get naked for me.” Mark sad mustering the semi commanding voice form the tingling amount of self control he jet had.

Aamir strangely obeyed and he got undressed before Mark. That just did it. The stud was asking him to get naked. And he wanted it so bad. He wanted to be desired. He knew thing could go either way from now on. But he did it anyway.

Mark saw the fat cock for the first time. It wasn’t long, it wasn’t the best looking cock in the whole world. But the combination of it all. Him being treated to this delicious mixture of pain and pleasure he was receiving from the apparatus Aamir connected him to and the hairy older man before him with a totally hard dick in front of him. Mark was in serous trouble. On the one hand he wanted to be dominated, to get on his knees in front of Aaamir and suck the man dry like an obedient whore, but on the other hand he knew that would give Aamir to much control over him. He had to decide soon what to do or get lost in the lust it was building inside of him.

“Yeah. Touch yourself and that fat cock of yours. Imagine what it would feel like if it were my cock you could appreciate right now.” Mark made a decision to take the lead.

The path of events this day were set in stone. Aamir started to moan and jerk his own cock. Aamir finally succumbed to the appeal that was all Mark. He knew this was not right, but he could not stop. He wanted to please the cock that was straining before him.

Aamir disentangled the cord leading to Mark’s cock from the electric device and he procedded to take the cock plug from Mark’s cock with great care and reverence. Aamir was in trans like state right now. He wanted to taste that cock so bad. The hunger showed on his face.

“Yeah take it in your mouth. Taste that fucking cock. Taste the nectar. Ravel in it. Take my cock deep in your troath” mark moaned.

Aamir did as instructed. He was like a small boy now. He took mark’s cock into his mouth. And he loved it. He knew he would. He knew it would be the same as it allays was. Who was he kidding. He wanted to taste that cock the moment he saw Mark naked. Some part of him hated it and so he wanted to hurt Mark instead. But no anymore, he would be a total slave to this cock as long as he could taste it, use it. Aamir slobbered over Mark’s cock. And Mark loved it. It made him feel strong it made him feel superior. He moaned and he wanted it to last. But the ministration form Aamir and the butt plug that was still lodged in hiss ass doing his magic it was all soon to be to much.

“Show me your hairy fuck hole, show me where you want that cock of mine” Mark manged to gain some self control one last time. It was getting increasingly difficult the nearer he came to orgasm.

Aamir obeyed, he was so turned on right now he would do anything Mark asked him to. He showed mark his hairy butt and he played with his puckered hole. Aamir moaned like a cheap whore right now.

Mark got this intense urge to bury his cock in that ass. He wanted to feel like a man. He wanted to feel like a god.

“Let me fuck that hungry hole for you. Let me make you feel so fucking good.” Mark tried the hardest to keep his composure.

When the good doctor was on his back with his legs spread wide on the medical table finger fucking himself with three fingers now Mark could not wait no longer.

He roughly took Aamir hand in his left hand and put ti over the Mans head and with the other hand he lined his cock to the awaiting hole and he pushed in. Aamir grunted and moaned with tears in his eyes. Tears oF shame and happiness at the same time. Mark fucked like a man possessed. But he did not last long and soon he erupted in Ammir’s ass. As Aamir felt he convulsions of Marks cock he came himself all over his belly. Mark made him eat his own jism and Amir loved it. After today Aaamir knew that this was the only way he could cum again with cock up his ass. Mark was exhausted and he rested his head on the hairy chest of his doctor.

Later they showered together and Aamir sucked Mark dry again. He cummed while doing it.

The didn’t need to talk much afterward. They both knew they got what they wanted. Aamir put the cock cage back on Mark and they dressed in silence. And before Mark left the office he kissed Aamir lightly on the cheek.

“I might want to do a check up soon.” Aamir said.

“I think I would like that some time.” Mark replied while leaving the office.

What a day for both of them.

XX

Mark came back with a content look on his face. As he stepped trough the door he saw Asim and was really happy to see him. But Asim stormed out of the house the moment he wanted to hug him. Mark was devastated and was not really shure what he saw in Asim’s eyes. But it was smoething between jealousy and disappointment in Asims’s eyes. Mark was lost and his good mood evaporated soon.

Asim saw that content look on Marks face and he could not handle it. He was uncertain if he could ever do that to Mark and at the same time he hated the fact that some other man was able to do that to his Mark. The thought alone scared him and made him mad. He had to leave the house before he did something stupid that he would regret afterward. He hated himself because, he knew what was wrong. He wanted Mark for himself and was not able to come to terms with the fact he might never have him in such a manner.

Asim did not come to the house for 4 days. Mark tried his best to do his daily routine he learned to love so much. He even studied some. But he missed Asim’s company, he missed the man terriblly. Suddenly he was sorry he fucked Aamir. After two day he realized that he would take anything Asim was willing to give him, because he learned to LOVE that man. Mark was scared shitless, but at the same time this fact brought him peace. He would wait for Asim to come back. Somehow he knew he would.

Asim battled his inner battle at the same time. The more time spent away from Mark the more he came to realize that his perception of masculinity that he learned was wrong. He had cravings, he had a lot of them. And after two sleepless nights he realized that he needed Mark to fulfill all of them. The only person that he cared enough to let himself be whole was on the other side of town. But could Asim really have that man in such a way ever. The thought of rejection mad him sick to the core. Finally Asim could not take it anymore he needed to face reality.

Asim came to an empty house. Mark was not at home. Asim was disappointed. All he could think was about Mark and now he wasn’t there. As the doors opened behind him he got that rush that he knew was not just his lust but something so much more. For a few moments they just watched each other. And than they just ran into a hug and the kissed full on. The made out in front of open doors for anyone to see. They did not care about that. The embrace and the kiss, the closeness and the touch, hard cocks pressed together, all that was more important. They somehow wanted everyone to see their need to be together.

As they come up for air they were both happy and content. That was what they needed. Mark closed the doors with his foot and then he took Asim’s hand in his own and he lead them to his bedroom. Asim was there just once before and now that he was here he knew that it meant so much more.

They kissed again with eagerness, they wanted to explore each other They stripped for each other. Mark had his cock cage on and Asim hatted the site of that. He unlocked the cage and trowing it away from them while saying to Mark “I newer want to see that thing again.” It was music to Mark’s ears. They were hungry for one another. And than it happened. Asim went down on Mark. Exciting him to no end. He played with his nipples and Mark was moaning out loud “Asim, Asim. Want you so much”.

“Mark I want you too” and the kissed. They were both totally hard. Than Mike wanted to go down on Asim but he would not let him. He needed to take Mark’s cock in his mouth and give him pleasure. He needed to give and receive this.

And he did made love to that cock and balls. Mark could not hold back anymore he come in big spurts down Asims throat and in his mouth. They kissed afterward. Asim was still hard like a rock.

“Take me, fuck me with that cock of yours please Asim.” Mark pleaded with urgency.

“Can’t do that Mark, I really can’t. But I can make love to you.” Whit that they fell on the bed and Asim became the aggressor he knew he could be. He devoured Mark who could do nothing but moan.

Finally Mark got the chance to take that big and fat cock in his mouth. He struggled to take it all in his waiting orifice. But he wanted to. He wanted to worship that cock he wanted to taste it before letting it pass into his ass to fill him in more ways than one. That would be the biggest cock to enter his ass but he wanted it. No denial no fear just want, need and willingness to show his devotion to this great man. To Asim. For Asim. That was all. And then Asim’s whole body jerked.”Here it comes baby take it all.” and he cum and he cum a lot.

They slowed down, just enjoining the touch of their bodies together. Kissing, touching. They were both hard again soon. Asim wanted to taste all of Mark. He worshiped that body with his tongue all over. It was beyond erotica, it was the sign of love. Asim ate out Marks ass fucking him with his tongue. Probing with fingers and marveling at the softness and warmness of Marks waiting hole. Mark was having a hard time breathing and he repeated Asims name all over again.

Asim wanted to see marks face while entering him with his hard cock. He wanted to see, kiss and remember everything. Something so long denied needed to come true.

Mark opened his legs wide for Asim. He didn’t feel like a slut it felt natural it felt right. As Asim started to enter with his big long cock. There was little pain and a lot more wingless and wanting. Mark was slowly filled like never before. He knew he wanted this he knew he wanted Asim. It did not frighten him it made him happy, content, fulfilled. They kissed the whole time.

Asim started to slowly move inside of him, he started with that slow sweet tortures and they both needed so much more.

“Harder Asim, harder. I need you Asim fuck me harder” Mark beged.

And it happened. They rutted for a long time. It was rough it was everything they were it was masculinity at its best. Two men enjoining each oter two man making love. Two men getting what they waited for so long, craved for so long.

The friction between their bodies and the ass fucking made Mark come and soon after hiss ass mucles clenched down on Asim’s cock Asim followed. They yelled their names and after the orgasm subsided they stayed locked together.

They started to loose their hardons but after their kissing and so subtle moves they both became hard again. The hunger they felt was not jet satisfied. Asim fucked Mark for some time. The movements were not that urgent anymore, but the expression of devotion and even love was so much more present. Asim started to realize that this way his hunger, his need was not to be sated.

“Mark, make me yours. I need you Mark. I need you inside me.” Mark gulped at the sound of that. He liked what he felt right now. But he also knew that he wanted to enter his lover. No shame, no confusion about that. He knew it was true. He knew it was meant to be.

He licked Asism’s ass he made love to that part of Asims body, he made love with Asims’s ass. And soon Asim was begging to be fucked, to be possed like never before. Mark played with his ass and he massaged that spot in Asim’s love chute. He was making it all about Asim and bringing him pleasure. Not just receiving but also giving pleasure.

“I want to enter you like you did me, turn around my love” Asim tensed for a moment there, but he didn’t mind it. He knew he felt the same.

Mark entered him so slowly, with so much care. It did hurt some. But the pain was alleviated with kissing and with Mark attentiveness. Soon the moves were urgent and he started to enjoy the feeling. He started to enjoy everything about what was done to him, what he was giving to Mark. It made him whole. They came at the same time.

They stay connected for some time. But Marks now soft cock slipped out of hiss ass. His ass felt strangely empty but he was content. He had his man in his Arms.

“I love you too” Asim sad out of the blue.

Mark heard what he hoped for. He thought before as he called Asim his lover that he made a mistake. But no he knew it was al true and that he read the sings correctly.

“I love you Asim.” The kissed and stayed in the embrace of one another. No strange feelings, no regret, no nothing. Just love in contentment. They fall asleep spooned together.

Asim behind Mark and it was all good. Mark felt safe and happy. Asim felt fulfilled.

As the morning came there was no awkwardness, just embrace and love.

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I was feeling ok when I first woke up, but by the time I got to my first class, I was just feeling overwhelmed. I was having a really bad day and just needed to talk to someone. I couldn’t talk to Clarence because it was the middle of class, so I asked my teacher if I could get a pass to go speak with my counselor. As I was heading toward Mr. Holland’s office, I just felt like I was being pulled in a different direction, and I ended up going to the gym. Mr. Johnson had a planning period, so there was no class in the gym this block.

When I walked inside the gym, I didn’t see Mr. Johnson, so I walked into the boys’ locker room. Just like last time he was having his dick pleased by some girl at the school. “If it was this easy for me to walk in on him, he was surely going to get caught and arrested one day,” I thought to myself. Mr. Johnson was fucking the hell out of this black girl. She was telling him how good his dick felt inside of her tight pussy. I just watched from the corner because I really didn’t feel like ending up inside of some pussy today. I just pulled my dick out and started jacking it.

To my surprise, another guy walked in through the other locker room entrance, which remains locked throughout the day. I couldn’t make out who it was until he got closer. Oh my God, it was Mr. Klein. Mr. Klein was the head football coach/science teacher. He walked in and handed Mr. Johnson a one hundred dollar bill, then started to undress. I never thought that Mr. Klein was an attractive man, but all that changed when I saw him naked. He was about five feet eleven inches tall, weighed one hundred ninety pounds, was hairy all over, had a well-sculpted body, and had salt & pepper hair. His face was giving me early forties, but his body was giving late twenties.

Mr. Klein’s gift from God was a nice body, because his dick was the size and length of my pinky finger. He watched as Mr. Johnson slid his fat dick in and out of that young black pussy. “Taste her pussy,” Mr. Johnson instructed. Mr. Klein bent down and licked the tip of his dick. This was just surreal. It was already taboo for him to be fucking students in the school locker room, but to see another male teacher lick Mr. Johnson’s dick was un-fucking-believable. “Put my dick back in that good pussy and watch her take this big black dick,” said Mr. Johnson. Mr. Klein did as instructed and guided Mr. Johnson’s dick back into the girl’s open pussy.

This went on for about ten minutes before Mr. Johnson pulled out and shot a pool of cum all on the girl. Mr. Klein came right behind him and licked it all up, not missing a drop. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I was in too much shock to even bust my own nut. I hurried to zip my pants and get out of there before anyone realized in was in the room.

*****

I headed to the main office to see Mr. Holland, since that was my original destination. He had a student in his office, but when his secretary told him that I was waiting, he fit me in right away. Mr. Holland closed his door after we entered and told me to have a seat on the couch. He sat beside me, as he did a week ago. “So how is your father doing Tony?” he asked. I told him about dad’s twenty percent chance of survival, and how mom called his siblings to come be with him at this time.

I don’t know what it was about Mr. Holland, but I felt extremely comfortable sharing my feelings and emotions with him. I told him about my one-sided conversation I had with dad when I first visited him in the hospital. “You are really brave and courageous for looking at the situation from your dad’s point of view, and not judging him for his faults. I bet you feel like a burden was lifted from your shoulders when you left the hospital,” he said. I nodded my head. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel really close to you. Like I can talk to you about anything. I am glad that I came to visit,” I said. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “You can come see me whenever you need anything Tony. My door is always open. Take my cell phone number, in case you need to talk to someone after school hours. I will be there for you,” he promised. I entered Mr. Holland’s number into my phone and thanked him for all of his help and support.