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I had just turned nineteen and started to attend Howard University in Washington, DC. It had only been in fall of the previous year that I realized that I was gay.

After I graduated from high school, I took a year off to “Bum around the world and find myself”. Mom and Dad had been unnaturally indulgent in this. You see, my mother is doctor, OB-GYN. My father is a corporate lawyer and founder of his own firm. Both were successful. They brought a $650,000.00 house in a predominately white neighborhood. Despite all of this, they were determined not to raise a spoiled brat, like most of the other children in the neighborhood.

With all of this, they were particularly concerned with my self image. They wanted me to be proud of my race and my heritage. I am extremely fair-skinned with jade green eyes. Both of my parents are the products of mixed marriages. The blood of a Anglo-Saxon man and a Japanese woman runs though my veins–mixed with black blood. My grandmother on my father’s side of the family–the Japanese woman is where I got the eyes.

Throughout my high school years I played both football and basketball. I was in excellent shape, even a year later, I exercised often. I am 6’3″–195 pounds. My physique, complexion and financial background made me very popular among the girls at my school. They surrounded me and followed me all over school, every day, often attaching themselves to various parts of my anatomy. Some of them hugged me–planting their over-sized breasts on my chest or grabbing my penis. These advances repelled me instead of attracting me. For the life of me, I did not know why.

During my year off I contemplated this often and came to this understanding: I was attracted to members of my own sex. The ones who often downed my for the same reasons the girls pursued me. I lusted after brown skin and brown eyes. However, I was not interested in anyone as muscular as I. Sure, I liked a good build; just not overdone, as I am. Since there was no one like that in the click I was in, I was not turned on by anyone, it seemed.

Now that I was in a historically black university, I knew it was true. I was like a fat man at a buffet. I am constantly horny. I have been so from the day I first set foot on campus.

But, it was in an abnormal sexuality class–of all places– that I fell in love. I was seated in the back, like most jocks, when in walked Lawrance “Cocoa” Brown. It was easy to see why they called him “Cocoa”. He had smooth chocolate skin and wavey, jet-black hair. It was cut very close on the top and the sides and back was bald. He walked past my end seat on his way to the front of the class. He was greeted by the professor before he took a seat. The class had not yet began and Dr. Westmen was chatting with him. He got out of his seat and walked to him. They laughed and talk for a few minutes. Then Professor Westmen said something that caused “Cocoa” to smile, sweetly and I saw his light brown eyes sparkle. My heart felt as if it would burst. He was beautiful. I began to see erotic Pictures in my mind. Pictures of him in my arms, of his chocolate hands in my milky ones. Then they changed–became more sexually. Me, on top him, his legs wrapped firmly around me or him, on his knees giving me head.

I was brought, without my consent, back to the here and now by the bell that signaled the start of the class. Upon my return, the first thing I knew was that I was rock-hard and horny as hell. All though the class, I found it impossible to focus on note taking. And, when he answered a question I head that voice. It was deep, but not overly bass. It was clear as a bell and smooth–lyrical. Of course, he got the right answer.

When the class ended he headed for the door. His wallet fell from his pocket and into the alse beside me. Grabbing up the wallet, I stepped outside to return it. He was gone. I stopped Jamar on his way to his next class.

“Mar. Do you know anything about ‘Cocoa’?” I ask, attempting to hide the desperation in my voice.

“He’s a brain and deep, but, cool.”

“Know where he lives?”

“The lucky dog, he lives in the new dorms.”

“Room. . . . . ?”

“Sorry, Jeff. I don’t know.” This would be a problem. Aside from not knowing the room number, I had never been to the dorms. I had a off-campus apartment. And was bad with following directions.

“C’mon, I’ll show you, it’s on my way”, Jamar said. We walked and disgusted plays in moves. Finally, and suddenly Mar stopped.

“This is your stop.” He declared.

“Thanks.” I mumbled as we exchanged pounds. Jamar continue one his way down the street, and I went into the dorm. Stopping at the front desk, I quickly explained that I had found “Cocoa’s” wallet and that I wished to return it. The light-skinned girl behind the desk was obliging and overly sweet. She was probably trying to come on to me. If only she knew. She told me he was in room 215. I thanked her, told her “good-bye”, and headed for the stair and the second floor.

When I got to the right room, I heard a jazz cut playing. I knocked. The music stopped, and the door opened.

“Hello.” Came that rich, smooth voice.

“Ah. . . hi, my name’s Jeff. You dropped your wallet, when you passed me.”

“Hum, I don’t know you, do I?”

“No, we go to a same class.”

“Oh, which one?” My throat became dry and constricted.

“Abnormal Sexuality”, I whispered through suddenly dry lips. At this he smiled, lighting up those warm brown eyes, again.

“You okay, Jeff?” He questioned. That had amused him.

“Fine”, I squeaked.

“Why don’t you come in.” He said, remembering his manners.

“Have a seat. Can I get you anything.” He was wearing an electric blue, button-down shirt. His tie been undone and the top few buttons undone. I had a few tantalizing glimpses of his bare chest. It was well toned and defined, though he was not weighted down by bulk, as I am.

“No, thank you” ,I said. Now I was salivating.

“Be right back. I must save this file, I downloaded.” With that, he was gone for a minute or so. Upon his return, I handed him the wallet.

“Say, what was that you were playing before I knock. It was Jazz, wasn’t it?” I asked trying, so very hard to keep from drooling.

“Yes, It’s called ‘Moments in Love’. You like ‘The Art of Making Noise’?”

“Sorry, Lawrance, I don’t know Jazz. But I know what I like.”

“Well, it’s in the CD player on the shelf. Go push play.” I did this and the music began. As the song played, I envisioned myself making love to him. I was staring at the stereo blankly.

“Ah,” he said, “you see it to, huh? See yourself making love to someone you desire.”

“Yeah.” I said, swallowing. I knew then that I had a tent in my pants. All twelve of my inches were rock-hard again. I slowly opened my eyes to see him laid back in the recliner He sat in. I thought of one of the many cold showers I had taken to calm myself down, since coming to Howard. This caused it to shrink back down, but the sight of him in that position threatened to make me hard again. I had to get out of there, now. I cleared my throat, when he looked at me, I made sure I was checking my watch.

“Uuuh, gotta go. Next, class in five minute”, I lied. He stood and walked me to the door, Thanking me again, he said “Bye”. I rushed out of there. The next time I went to see him, it was to ask him to tutor me in the Abnormal Sexuality class.

I finally caught-up to him at the track. He was running, shirtless. His whole complexion was even. Actually fell between cocoa brown and caramel brown. His legs were very muscular and strong and like his chest, hairless. I watched from afar for a few moments. He had taken his last lap and went to turf of grass in the center of the track, to cool down. To my surprise, he began doing some Kung Fu like movements, only they were slow and graceful. Like a dance. He hummed to himself. And he sounded almost angelic.

I approached him, softly calling his name. His eyes opened and fixed on me. Once more my heart felt as if it might burst.

“Hello, Jeff.” He said. This took me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to remember my name. What was more startling was how he spoke those two words. He said them as if he expected my return to him. It was strange I had last spoke with in the fall and here we were about to begin the spring. Until now, I hadn’t spoke a mumbled word to him. Reaching out to shake my hand, I notice his slender fingers. He had soft, Smooth hands.

Now, I was taking in the whole picture: He was about 5′ 10″ and about 170 pounds. Now standing as near to him as I was, I could see that he was perspiring. But instead of an odor coming from him, there was the odd–yet alluring–sent of oranges and cinnamon. The only way to top this off would be if he really tasted like Chocolate.

“What can I do for you”, he asked. “Jeff–are you alright?” This time, instead of amusement, there was true concern. I sternly forced myself to pay attention. What did he ask me. . . . . . . . . . . . .

“I’m fine, thanks.” I declared, a bit weakly.

“Great–so–what can I do for you?”

“Tutor me.”

“What class?”

“I need help in the–uh. . . .”,I force myself to say it, “Abnormal Sexualty course.” There, I said it.

“Sure”, he return, “no charge.”

“Thanks, but I could pay you. Really.” At this he draped his arm over my shoulder. The heat and seat of his body was delicious. I was tempted to take him, then and there.

“I like you, Jeff. And consider you a friend. If you need help, it’s yours. I would not dream of charging a friend for it.”

“Okay, so when do we start?”

“How’s 7:30 tonight sound?” Once again, there I stood, stunned. I hadn’t expected it to be so soon. I needed time to get my libido in check, or, I might rape this sensual little thing before me.

“Cocoa, are you a self-defense, nut, or something?” Now it was his turn to be flabbergasted. I must admit, I did enjoy it.

“Wha–“

“Was that Karate, you were doing?”

“No, T’ai Chi. Yes, self-defense is one of the reasons I took up fighting. But T’ai Chi is mostly for exercise.”

“Ooh.”

“I took up judo and Kung-Fu for self defense. . .mostly.”

Every since that day, he tutored me in all the subjects I was bad at–and there were a few. In return, I agreed to act as his guinea pig. He was a Psychology major. It had gone on like for two years. Our “friendship” had devlop, drawing us more and more closely together, until the sexual tension threatened to tear us apart. I was so very attracted to him and it was his Senior year. I feared that he’d go away to grad school, and forget all about me. I was also a little angry at him. In the two years of our relationship, he hadn’t tried anything. No advances once or ever. It was spring break of his senior year– my junior–year that we had a falling out.

We had been at Fort Lauderdale. With the sun, the surf, and all of the white-boys! It was inevitable, I suppose. Here was a guy that looked like Denzel Washington’s sexier younger brother. We had been enjoying ourselves and each other. My lust and desire for him hadn’t gone anywhere. I still wanted him more than anyone I had ever had sex with; more that anything I had wanted in my short twenty-two years of life. God, there were times when I could taste that baby-smooth, cocoa-brown skin of his, damn him. From the day first I laid eyes on him, he seduced me. Without knowledge? Yes. Without intent? Possibly. Still he had done it, and I hadn’t the courage to speak up.

We were playing football on the beach. It wasn’t serious; far from it. We were, for the most part, horse-playing and talking trash. My goodness, but he was a master of trash- talking. He elevated it to a fine art form. Still, we were having fun. Nether one of us had scored a single touchdown. He was quick and came close a couple of times, but I am taller- -with longer legs. Though his stride was fast, he was unable to keep away from me for to long. Oddly, I was not able to keep from being tackled either.

I would pounce upon him, doing a half twist, so that I would not crush him with my, now, even bulkier frame. Contact. His hot, fragrant body press against mine. Only for a moment, not long enough to get a hardon. We had been playing for about half an hour, when Eric came to introduce himself.

Eric was white, slightly shorter than I, yet, taller than Cocoa. Your typical blond haired blue-eyed Anglo-Saxon, tanned beach bum. He asked if he could join in. We both agreed.

“Why don’t you help Cocoa! Man could he use it.” I laid it on thick.

“Might I remind you, ‘Randal Cuttingham’, that you have yet to score a touch-down?” He replied flippantly. I did not let that take the wind out of my sails

“Well”, I said with mock haughtiness, “I will. Your beginner’s luck can’t go on forever.”

“Hhhmmph!” Was his only retort. We played on, the two of them against me. I was having a grand time, at first. Then Eric tackled Cocoa. Began to tickle him. Cocoa laughed and squirmed beneath him. Then, I saw Eric’s raging erection. I was instantly enraged! Slamming the football to the ground, I stormed down the beach. As I charged down the shore, I heard Cocoa politely excusing himself to come after me. He followed me though the door of my hotel room.

“Jeff, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing.” I Lied.

“Your lying.” He replied. “I wish you wouldn’t–” The words ended mysteriously.

“Wish I wouldn’t what?” My head was lowered.

“Look at me, please.” I did as he asked, fighting the urges to sweep him into my arms and kiss him. I repeated the question.

“–Wish you wouldn’t hide from me.”

“Hide what?”

“Hide your feelings. Why are you so angry with me all of the time?” There was a melancholy to his tone. I did not like the way this conversation was going.

“Listen, Lawrance, I’m sleepy and could use a nap.”

“Jeff–“

“Please go.” Without another word he turned and walked out of the door.

I walked out of the hotel and into the newly fallen night. Lately Jeff’s behavior was really freaking me out. He’s a great guy; I knew that from the first time I saw him. Standing in my doorway. He was nervous. I think it was me. The look in his eyes went far beyond appreciation. It was more like worship. As if I were some religious fantastic! I did not like it.

Still, I saw a friend. One simply cannot have too many true friends. He’s an excellent bodily specimen. Those jade eyes of his are intoxicating. He seems, always, ashamed of his complexion. This I do not understand. God creates us as he would have us. The bottom line is that he is a great-looking guy with a charming personality. But his anger was pushing me away.

I think I walk the night for an hour or so. I decided to give his space and hope he would get over whatever was bothering him. For what remained of the break, I kept my distance often clubbing in the evenings. Sometimes cruising the strip during the day. I went to see movies and soak-up the place.

Upon returning to school, I began the long process of completing my final projects and preparing for graduation. And, of course, I waited and hoped that Jeff would come to me; I would NOT go to him. Then, I gave up on him. Perhaps we were friends no longer. It was three days before D-day as I called it , and a strange and disconcerting stage fright fell on me. It was truly weird. After all, this only began that afternoon. I had been chatting with Dr. Westmen–not our regular profound and deeply meaningful conversation–rather, he spoke with me of my impending graduation. Of what I would do with what I had learned. It was then that it all fell upon me. My nerves were shot though the duration of the class. I returned to my room. I had–at the end of my sophomore year–pledged a fraternity. When I arrived at the frat house. It was empty, no big surprise. It was Friday. I wouldn’t my “brother” until late Sunday evening or Monday morning. I had finished packing the night before. I had even dismantled my computer and packed it up. I had been lucky. I had a excellent research job and grad school to look forward to. My thoughts were erratic–skipping from this to that.

I was interrupted by a knock at the downstairs door. Absent-minded, I answered the door.

“Hi”

“. . . . . . Jeff! Hello, come in!” He did this. I offered him a seat and a drink. He accepted both.

Silence. It continued until it was nearly deafening. Then, he spoke.

“How is the packing going?”

“Fine thanks.”

“How have you been. . . . my friend?”

“Well. I will be graduating soon, I would like you to come.”

“Sure.”

“Jeff, are you still angry with me?” He stood up and crossed the room, sat beside me on the couch.

“No. I was never angry at you. I–“

“Go on,” I said. At last! I would know. Instead of an answer, he turned toward me and clasped my shoulder. Our eyes meet and an energy seemed to flow between us. I did not understand what was happening, did not understand these feeling I was having or the way my body was reacting to this sudden intimacy. His large, powerful hand took the side of my face, his thumb caressed my check. Then, he pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply, passionately. I could feel my entire body begin to shake and to tingle. I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. His lips and tongue found their way to my neck

“Ooohh, Jeff, what–are you doing to mmeee?”

“What I should have done a long time ago,” he breathed. Before I could get in another word, He lifted me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. Seeing the open door to my room, he steeped in and kicked it shut with is foot. He placed me, gently on my sheetless bed and began to remove his cloths. My dick was now so hard it hurt. When he was completely nude, a gasp escaped me. His pecs where perfectly rounded. His abs rippled like the ocean. His arms were so powerful. His dick had to be a foot long and so very thick.

“My god!” I whispered breathlessly. That wet tongue flicker across his upper lip. He growled. Though I was powerfully attracted, I was also afraid. What if he was more than I could handle? Would his animal lusts and bottled up passion overwhelm me sexually? He crossed the room and stood before me. His rock-hard member level with my nose. Without thinking and before I knew what I was doing, I swallowed the entire 12 inch at once. I suck him. All the while, my tongue caressed his huge penis. He moaned my name again and again. His hands reached forth and played in my hair.

“Oh, shit,” he breathed. His hands, now, firmly griped my head and he was slamming his oversized dick into my mouth. I braced myself on his hips, feeling the firmness of it and that of is muscular butt. So much power in each thrust. Waves of heat washed over me, one after another, making me dizzy. Just as I felt that I would surly succumb to that heat, he stopped and pulled out of my mouth. I was scared. What would come next? Would he want to put that monster up my crack? He removed first my shirt, then my pants and finally my underwear. He laid me back on the bed, my head rest at the foot of the bed. Spreading my legs be look at my eight inches with admiration, then swallowed me whole.

“Uuuhh. . . .uh.” I moaned. The feel of his hot, wet suction was too much for me at first. I scooted to the head of the bed and curled myself into a ball, overwhelmed. He was stunned, momentarily. Then reached out one of those strong, rough hands and slide it along my check and down my body. I began to melt. My body lay flat once more, on the bed. He positioned himself on top of me and licked my nipples. I was again, overpowered and overcome, but there was no escape. His 215 pound body pinned me securely to the bed.

“Aaahhh. . . .aaahhh. . . ooohhh, Jeff, Jeff, Jeffff!” He got off of me breaking contact for a moment. He took my hips, sat me up, slide my hips to the edge of the bed and came up between my legs. Planting my legs firmly on his broad shoulders, placed his rough hands on my smooth ass and stood up. He grouped my ass. “Oh, Jeff, oh. . . oh, Jeff?” This moaning seemed to really turn him on. He retracted his right hand and reach up to my mouth. He plunged his index finger in and out of my mouth. I sucked on it as he pulled out. At last he took it completely out of my mouth and returned it to it former position on my ass. Then, he buried his nose in my pubic forest as he, once again, took me into his mouth. I let out a cry and shifted my weight onto his hands. He enter me with that wet finger and my cock jumped.

“Jeff, what are you doing to me?,” I gasped. “Aaahhh. . . . .Ooohhhh, Jeff.” I found myself grasping his head in both of my hand. His finger probed my ass. My dick found new dephs of his mouth. The disorienting waves of heat returned in full force. Just before I passed the point of no return, he took my dick out of his mouth and his finger out of my crack. He slide me down facing him in a standing position. He then pushed me down on the bed with a chest block.

Once again I lay on my back Looking up at that magnificent body in total awe. I was at his mercy and this made my penis feel as if it might explode at any minute. He topped me again with the firm body. The heat was so intense, it seemed to be fusing our skin into one. He took hold of his member and rubbed it rhythmically against my hole. Slowly, without my consent, I felt myself opening up to him. I felt him slip into me inch by hot, thick inch.

“Ooohhh, J-J-Jeff. . . .Oh, my God!” I cried. By the the time he crammed the eighth inch into me it began to hurt a little. The pain was exquisite and delicious. It was equal parts pleasure and pain. My hands found his hot, sweaty chest and caressed his pecs. They found his arm and then his back. As he pumped my butt with slow, full, circular strokes, I licked the salt from his chest and nipples. The thrust become more powerful and I had to hold on to his back to keep from being thrust away. He began to growl. His thrust lost the rhythm and became desperate and rough. The waves of heat washed over me yet again and he pounded my back door. He pumped me as if his hips were hydraulic pistons. I was loosing it. My anus felt as if it were on fire. Then he gave one last thrust, though back his head and roared as he came up my ass. His roar sent me off the end, and I came, a thick, long stream. His cool cum flooded my ass and extinguished the fire. He collapsed on top of me, burring me under his blazing body, he lay there for a few minutes, as the aftershocks of the uncanny orgasm me shared– rack our bodies, before scooping me up in his arm, kissing me deeply on the mouth and laying my head on his chest.

With our lust at last spent, we drifted off to sleep. I felt the warmth of the sunlight fall across my face and opened my eyes. Jeff was looking down on me. The was true sadness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing. . . . Just thinking that Monday, I’ll lose you.”

“Oh, that’s what all the arguing was about. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you–“

“Tell me what,” he demanded before I had the chance to finish.

“I’m going to take my Masters degree here at Howard!”

“Then why’d you pack?” He questioned, stunned.

“I’m moving to an off-campus apartment.” He was visible, overjoyed.

“Is it too late for you to get the safety deposit back?” He returned.

“No, why?”

“So that you can live with me,” he said matter-of-factly, “I have an off campus condo.”

Having had my world turned completely upside down by Duncan my life settled into a new pattern. I recognised that I was a cock hungry slut who needed to suck and fuck as often as possible, I needed to be used as a sextoy by men, men who weren’t afraid to fuck me until I could take no more. To this end I would get away to meet Duncan and his associates as often as I possibly could. Duncan, Larry and the others would fuck me almost senseless before dragging me off to parties or strange bars to be used as a fucktoy by men I had never seen before; or they would pimp me down the docks, making a healthy profit from the pleasure my lean, young body provided for their clients (on one unforgettable night I was fucked orally and anally by the nine crewmen of a local trawler, bent over a stack of fish crates I was fucked almost unconscious). Eventually Duncan started to give me a kickback from the money they made from me and I took care to conceal my new found wealth from my parents and friends at school.

When I couldn’t get away to meet Duncan I took to hanging around the local park and the public toilets, loitering, hoping some stranger would want me to suck his throbbing dick or he would fuck my brains out. On one occasion I was a bit too obvious with my loitering.

It was late summer and the weather was still warm, I was wearing only a tight T-shirt, cut off denim shorts, and trainers. I had worn shorts that were deliberately too small and they were almost indecent. Under the shorts I was wearing a pair of high cut white silk women’s panties. I had been lurking near the public toilets for some time hoping for a likely fuck, but there seemed to be hardly anyone about. I stood in the shade of a nearby tree watching the entrance to the toilets, my hand resting lightly on my crotch, my mind filled with erotic daydreams of some man’s prick thrusting powerfully into my pert arse.

“Well what have we got here Pete, he hasn’t moved in almost an hour!”

I spun at the unexpected voice, almost falling in the process.

“Maybe he’s here for a spot of queerbashing, try and prove how hard he is to his mates?”

“Or maybe he’s the other way inclined and he’s here looking for some action? Either way…”

There were two tall men in white shirts behind me, for a second I couldn’t make out any details, then I recognised the uniforms, Police! I panicked fearing that they would somehow expose me for what I was.

“I’m sorry officers I was just leaving…” I managed to stammer out and turned to go.

“Not so fast young Matthew!” barked the older of the two. It got worse, he knew who I was! Things were now totally screwed I thought, if he took me home to talk to my parents I was going to have a real hard time explaining my whereabouts (they thought I was at the cinema with friends)

or my dress.

“Yes I think we better take you down the road young sir”

My heart sank.

We went over to the police Land Rover which I hadn’t even heard approach and set off to meet my doom.

As we approached my parents home I received a surprise, instead of turning up the drive we continued past and out towards the `em road. We drove a further 6 miles and arrived at the local police station, it was a small building with just a reception desk, kitchen, toilets and three available holding cells, rarely used as the Area Headquarters was only a further 15 miles away. The older officer who was apparently a sergeant got out first and unlocked the door to the station (it was generally left unmanned at most times and was generally just a stop off point for officers doing their rural beat).

The sergeant went inside, then shouted out “No one else in Pete bring him in will you!”

The younger officer, Pete, pulled me out of the car and led me into the station, then into a small interview room which normally doubled as a storeroom it seemed.

“Stand over there will you lad” he pointed towards the far wall. As I turned to face them I was forced to squint as the setting sun was beaming through a small window directly into my face.

They sat down behind the table, Pete was tall 6’4” maybe but very lean and wiry, the sergeant on the other hand was bout 6′ but had a much heavier build, he was in his late forties, slightly overweight but still powerfully muscled. “So why don’t you tell us in your own words why you were there son. and bear in mind that soliciting a very serious offence.”

My mouth gaped open at those words “No you’ve got it all wrong, I wan…”

“Bollocks, ye were looking for a shag you wee fag!” this came from Pete, who started to rise from behind the table. My mind was in turmoil, I had no idea if they could seriously charge me with an offence but I was most assuredly terrified at that point.

“Permission to search the prisoner sir?”

“On what grounds?”

“Suspicion of concealed drugs sir!”

“Very well, go ahead”

I just blinked in surprise at that and Pete began to approach me.

“Turn and face the wall, legs apart, hands against the wall.”

I turned and leaned forward, moving my feet apart, almost in tears at this point.

“Remove your shoes lad”, dazedly I obeyed the instructions, then resumed the position. Then I felt Pete’s hands on my arms as he began to pat me down, under my arms, down my torso back and front. He tugged my T-shirt free from my shorts, I hardly noticed. Then he checked the waistband and legs of my shorts, suddenly he yanked them down to my ankles, I gasped, a secret exposed.

“Aye looks like soliciting all right lad” I heard the sergeant say, I tried to protest but my mind had gone blank.

“Put the cuffs on him will you Pete?”

“Yes sir.”

My left wrist was jerked behind my back, my right soon followed, encircled by the cold steel of the cuffs and then I felt it! That sensation I loved, I could feel Pete’s iron hard cock rubbing against the top of my silk clad buttocks, it was unmistakable, this cop wanted to fuck me.

As Pete turned me to face the table I took the opportunity to grind my arse back into his already hard cock. It twitched in his pants but otherwise he did not acknowledge me.

“Ready for an internal inspection sergeant!” I was pushed hard against the table, as the tops of my thighs met the steel table the sergeant, now on his feet, grabbed my shoulder and pulled my torso flat to the surface. My feet were kicked apart and I felt Pete tying my ankles to the table legs with plastic ties. the sergeant continued to hold me down. My body was now tingling with anticipation, a feeling which heightened unbearably as I felt Brian’s hand grasp my silk knickers and the rip them from me! My attention was the caught by the sound of zipper being teasingly slowly opened. I looked towards the sergeant as he pulled out his rapidly stiffening length.

“Okay Pete, entrance exam first” I heard an acknowledgement and then something hard prodded my arse, this was no dick! The filthy bastard was going to shove his truncheon up my butthole. My dick sprang fully erect and I could not help but moan aloud as at least 9” of cold, smooth, hard wood was twisted up into my butt.

The sergeant kept holding me down as the beautiful hard baton was pulled from my arse and then pumped back in. I groaned in delight as the waves of pleasure overran me, I was practically drowning in erotic sensation.

“Time for an oral examination I think lad” I dimly heard this before something slapped against cheek, I opened my eyes to see a beautiful fat cockhead trailing down to rest against my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue out to taste the clear liquid seeping from the tip. The sergeant moaned then pushed his incredibly thick prick forward far more purposefully, the head pushed past my lips and I began to suck on it as if it contained nectar from the gods.

The truncheon was withdrawn and soon I experienced the sensation I now lived for, a long, hot cock was being humped into my freshly buggered arsehole. The two cops began too develop a rhythm pounding into me harder and harder, I was unable to even moan, the sergeants fat dick had completely filled my gobbling slut mouth to the limit.

They worked me over for hours in seeming silence, changing places several times, allowing me to taste and smell my own arse on their slimy cocks, if they tired at all, I was filled by another rock hard truncheon twisting in my butt, ramming in and out. All the while they were careful to never let me come once, no matter how much I started to beg and plead. The pressure on my balls was delightful agony, made more intense by the bootlace wrapped tight around my cockshaft and bollocks, lifting and separating the two gems.

Again and again they screwed me to the brink, hard and fast, long and slow, eventually they upped the tempo savagely thundering into me, grunting like animals as the emptied their delightful cream into me, and then with one sharp tug on the lace, Pete released my cock from it’s agonising trap and spunk sprayed across the floor. I wailed in ecstasy as the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced swept through me, I was swept up to a completely new level. I came for what seemed an eternity.

I was released and taken home but I have managed to be arrested on three other occasions since then, once being used by a drunk in the cells, before being gangfucked by Pete, the sergeant and two other officers for over four hours.

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Prince, the Border Collie, was staring intently up into the eyes of Julien, his master, with a gaze that exhibited a mixture of pain, confusion, despair, and trust. But Julien wasn’t looking at him now; he was looking into the eyes of the veterinarian, Troy, with essentially the same mix of emotions in his eyes.

“There isn’t . . . ?” Julien started to say, but faltered, not able to complete the sentence.

“I’m afraid not, Julien, not really. Maybe he could go home for a couple of days with enough sedatives so that the pain was minimal. But he’d probably not be able to move. And I doubt he would eat.”

“So, you think . . . ?”

“I can’t tell you what to do, but if Prince were mine . . .” Troy couldn’t complete that sentence. He had treated Prince for the past seven years. Prince was among the first dogs Troy had seen after he’d opened this vet hospital. It was almost like Prince was his. The love of dogs was what had brought Troy to this career-not just dogs in general but each and every one he treated. He swallowed hard. This wasn’t about him. This was about Julien. He’d interacted with Julien too for those seven years. And it wasn’t about Prince, really. Prince was fifteen years old. Prince was wanting to go; he was begging to go. Julien naturally couldn’t see that in Prince’s eyes. He was too close to the dog. Troy felt close to Prince too, but he could see it. Prince was ready to go; Prince’s concern was for Julien.

“So, if I took him home . . . just for a couple of days . . .”

“There’s little chance it would be painless for him or that there’s any hope for recovery. He’s fifteen, Julien.”

“I know . . . but . . .”

“Would you like to go into the waiting room . . . if . . . when . . .” He stopped. He knew what was needed. Prince knew what was needed. But he couldn’t be the one to say it or to suggest it. Julien had to accept it. Julien had to say it-or give some sign.

Julien took Prince’s paw in his hand. Prince whimpered, lowered his head, and licked the hand.

Troy stood there, watching the man, waiting.

“No . . . I’ll stay here. I owe it to Prince. I owe it to Lloyd.”

At the sound of Lloyd’s name Troy stiffened a bit. Prince had actually been Lloyd’s dog. Troy hadn’t known that for nearly a year after he’d seen Prince for the first time. It had always been Julien who had brought Prince in. And only Julien long enough for Troy to have developed an interest of his own in Julien. And then he’d learned that there was a Lloyd in the picture. And that Prince had been Lloyd’s dog before he and Julien had hooked up. But Lloyd was dead now. Gone for nearly a year. He’d been older and had had a heart condition. Julien hadn’t taken it well. He didn’t accept the inevitability of it. He wasn’t taking this well either.

Well, if it weren’t for his professional obligations-and knowing what Prince wanted, needed, Troy wouldn’t be taking this any better than Julien was.

“So, you’ve decided . . . you’re giving permission . . .”

“I’ll stay . . . I won’t leave him until it’s over.”

When it was over, Julien sank to the floor beside the table, in tears.

Julien called for an attendant, and they both managed to get Julien back to his feet.

“Sam, take Mr. Wilson to . . .”

“I can’t go back to the waiting room like this,” Julien whispered in a hoarse voice. “It wouldn’t do for the other pet owners to see me like this-to think of their own pets in this situation.”

“No, certainly not,” Troy said. “Sam, please help Mr. Wilson to my office. And get him a cup of coffee.”

“No, thanks. I don’t need coffee.”

“A glass of water then. I’ll be in in a few minutes, Julien. After I’ve . . .”

“I can’t have him burned, Troy,” Julien said in a panicked voice. “Lloyd wouldn’t have wanted . . .”

“No. We’ll talk of that later,” Troy said. “There are options, and we’ll talk about that later. Go on into my office and sit for a while. When you’re ready, I’ll drive you home.”

“But my car? And you have work to do.”

“We can get your car back to you tomorrow. And there’s nothing I need to do here more than to see you home safely. You needn’t hold back with me. I understand.”

“Do you? Do you really? He was the last connection I had with Lloyd. Do you really understand?”

“Yes, Julien, I think I do. Prince was special to me too. You’re special to me. Go rest a while in my office and then I’ll take you home-I have a few things to take care of here and then I’ll be with you.”

After Julien left the room, Troy wrapped Prince in a receiving blanket and called in another assistant to take the dog from there-the assistant would know what to do.

Then Julien went into an adjacent supply closet, locked the door behind him, sank to the floor, and gave himself ten minutes to control his own tears.

* * * *

“You just sit here on the sofa, I’ll get you something from the kitchen. The fixings for coffee easy enough to find?” There were photographs everywhere Troy turned in Julien’s house. Nearly all of them were of the three of them-Julien, Lloyd, and Prince. Troy didn’t want to see them, but they were everywhere, like this was a shrine. It was bad enough for Julien that Lloyd was gone, but Prince was gone now too.

Maybe that’s why Troy wanted to get into the kitchen-maybe there wouldn’t be any photographs, two-thirds of death, staring at him. But there was one on the refrigerator, he saw, now that he’d entered the kitchen.

The voice wafted in from the living room. “My car. I don’t know . . .”

“I’ll come back for you tomorrow,” Troy called back. “We’ll go someplace where there’s a pet cemetery . . . if you’re ready to look. Then I’ll take you back to where you can pick up your car. I see the coffee maker, but where do you keep your coffee?”

Troy poked his head out of the kitchen. “I don’t mean to rush you on the pet cemetery idea . . . maybe you’re not ready yet to-“

“I think I’d like that. A cemetery for Prince. The coffee’s in the freezer. But there’s liquor under the sink. I think I need a slug of something. If you’ll join me. Not too early?”

“No. Not too early for me. Not too early at all.”

Troy came out of the kitchen with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Julien looked so lost, hunched there on the sofa. Troy went over and stood by him at the sofa, poured scotch in both glasses, and hand one to Julien. Julien didn’t seem to notice he was there.

“Here, Julien. Drink this.”

Julien reached out, without looking, coming first into contact with Troy’s thigh. Troy shuddered. He ached for Julien. He’d always been aroused by him-increasingly after he’d learned that Julien was living with Lloyd, who Troy had known was gay. And a bottom, like Troy was. He felt jaded, being aroused like this under the circumstances. But he couldn’t help himself. And sometimes in grief . . .

Troy reached down and took Julien’s hand and raised it to take the glass of scotch. Julien’s hand was trembling, but the glass went straight to his lips and was drained within seconds.

“Again, please,” Julien murmured. He lifted his face and the expression in his eyes was achingly similar to that Julien had given Troy when they were consulting on the inevitable “what to do” for Prince. He poured Julien another slug of scotch, which was downed almost as quickly as the first one had been. The third one, he nursed.

Troy downed a glass of scotch himself and stood there, not knowing what to do next, knowing what he wanted to do next.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Julien whimpered. “Both gone. I feel so empty. I just don’t know . . .”

“You’re going to go on,” Troy said, sinking down on the sofa beside Julien and taking him in his arms. “They both had a good run, and they both were lucky to have you.”

“I just don’t know. How to I begin again? Who would ever . . . ?”

Troy quickly downed another slug of scotch and turned to Julien and said, “I would.”

The vet already had his hand on Julien’s basket and Julien wasn’t pushing him away. Instead, he was moaning and responded, hungrily, when Troy came in for a kiss. Troy had Julien’s cock out of his trousers and sank to the floor between his knees.

They first fucked right there on the sofa, with Troy sitting in Julien’s lap, facing him, and raising and lowering himself on Julien’s cock.

Early the next morning, Julien woke to find Troy sitting on the side of his bed, already dressed and putting his shoes on.

“Troy . . .”

“I’m sorry, Julien. It must have been the scotch. I wouldn’t have taken advantage . . . for a million years . . .”

“No apologies. The shock of it was what I needed. It had been so long since I’d . . .”

“Not since Lloyd?”

“No. I thought it was over after Lloyd. I thought I didn’t need it anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Troy repeated.

“I was wrong about not needing it anymore. It isn’t even light yet. Do you really have to go?”

“Yes . . . yes, if you’ll be OK for a while. I’ll be back after lunch to get you-to go to that pet cemetery and then back to your car.”

“Prince? Will we be taking him today?”

“If it’s not too soon for you.”

“No. Not too soon. The sooner we can put him to rest, the better.”

“OK, we’ll take him with us.” Troy stood, but Julien grabbed his arm, his grip strong, painful to Tony. Misunderstanding, Troy looked down and repeated, “I’m sorry, Julien. I got carried away.”

Julien was pulling him down, though, and rising to meet him. They kissed.

“Thank you, Troy. I needed that,” Julien said after they’d parted.

Troy’s answering smile was weak. “I think I needed it more.”

* * * *

“This is it,” Troy said. “I hope it will do.”

They were standing on a hillside, trees around them, but not set too close together. The land was rolling. They were in a small fold in several hills. A smattering of small tombstones surrounded them.

“It’s perfect,” Julien. “How did you find this cemetery? It’s so isolated, but so peaceful. It’s just perfect.”

“This is my land. I established the cemetery here when I opened the vet hospital. I wanted there to be this option.”

“Your land?”

“Yes. My house is just over the ridge there. If this is fine, you can pick out a spot while I go to the car for Prince and the shovels . . . I can, if you don’t think you can . . . or want to . . .”

“No. I want to help. I owe it to Prince . . . and to Lloyd.”

They stood there, arm in arm, leaning on the shovels for many minutes afterward, Troy waiting for Julien to be ready to go. Eventually, with a little sob, Julien came out of a reverie he’d been in and said, “We can’t stand here forever. I guess we’d better go ahead and go. I’d like to be able to . . .”

“You can come back here any time you want,” Troy said. “You saw how we got up here. There’s no lock on the gate at the entrance. You can just open and close it yourself when you want to come up here. I’d like you to come to the house now . . . if you feel like it.”

“Will there be scotch?” They both laughed, nervously, both striving to break the tension.

“There can be if you want.”

“Will there be sex?”

This time neither laughed, and Troy paused, before replying. There was a catch in his voice. “There can be if you want.”

“I think I do want.”

“First I’d like to show you something.”

* * * *

“His name is Duke. He’s two months old.”

They were kneeling over a cardboard box in Troy’s garage. A puppy was trying to make up its mind which man’s arm it wanted to try to climb up.

“It’s a Border Collie!” Julien said. “It’s adorable. Is he yours or are you caring for him for a client?”

“He’s yours, if you want him.”

“Mine?” There was a catch in Julien’s throat when he said that and he was frowning. For a moment Troy thought he’d overstepped. “I don’t know. Maybe’s it too . . .”

“It’s not too soon, trust me on that,” Troy said. “In each end, there needs to be a beginning. This would be a beginning for you. There’s something you should know before you decide, though.”

“What?”

“This is a Border Collie, yes, but not just any border collie. Prince is this puppy’s grand sire.”

“This puppy’s from Prince?”

“Two steps down, yes.”

“How do you know?”

“I checked the records in my office. Spent all morning tracking this little feller down. If you don’t want him, of course, I’ll take him. I thought it would help you to maintain that connection you regretted losing.”

“No. I’ll take him. I don’t usually make decisions this quickly. Maybe I should start doing that, though. New beginnings and all that. And speaking of that, are you part of my new beginning?”

“I can be.” Troy looked away, not wanting to see what he didn’t really want to see in Julien’s face-what he was afraid he’d see. “I’d like to be,” he went on to say in a small voice.

“It means the world to me that you would do something this thoughtful. I guess I’ve been living in my own world too long-not aware of what life has to offer.”

“I’ve been here for you for a long time, Julien.”

“Do you have a bedroom in this house?” It was almost a whisper.

“Yes, of course.”

“Can we go there now.”

“Yes, I’d like that. I’d like that very much,” Troy answered.

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Preface

You know that there was a time long ago when we looked up at the heavens and they seemed endless. But now times have changed, to begin with we are no longer confined to just one planet, and the payment for this was that the skies that were once endless have changed to places that we can go, explore and live. Sometimes I wish skies were endless again. I think that the endless sea of stars found boundaries when we discovered space flight, and figured out how to build viable colonies on other planets.

After we had colonized all of the planets within our solar system, we began looking outward. As we looked outward the distances once again seemed endless. Then our scientists discovered cryogenics, and once again what before had seemed infinite, was now close at hand.

We have all agreed that cryogenics was the first fence that was put on the meadow of the universe. You would go to sleep, get frozen, travel to your destination, and then wake up not a day older, even though a hundred years could have passed from the night that you went to sleep and the morning that you woke up. It gave us a sense of immortality, or at least the illusion of having an endless amount of time. Cryogenics allowed all of us; humans, elves, dwarves, fairies and were-kind, to travel between the stars.

We discovered when we were still colonizing the planets in our own solar system that magic didn’t work in the vast expanse of space, but it did work on other planets. For some reason, which neither our scientists nor magicians could discover, nor could our priests provide an explanation for, the forces of magic would not work beyond the embrace of a planet. But we accepted it and went on. We had three religions now; science, magic, and our faith in our gods. But we had lost our faith. There was a time of legends when the gods would talk to us and help us personally, but now that happened no more. Occasionally there were still miracles but they were few and far between. Sometimes it seemed as though our gods had been lost, or simply banished. But we did still believe, well some of us at least.

Then our scientists, as if almost sensing our despair and loss of faith, created a miracle. They called it the Rainbow Arc of Fire. And when they presented it to us we all knew why. The night that the scientists and colonizing companies sent the first colony ship with the new drive, the night sky above our homeworld lit up with a blazing rainbow streaking from horizon to horizon, which startled and amazed us all. Now we traveled on the light of a rainbow. Our lights spread throughout the universe, as we explored, and colonized new worlds. Cryogenics became a little bit cheaper, the colonies went out further, and the universe shrank a little more.

After a few years of sitting on their laurels, the scientists came up with another miracle. Magicians performed miracles everyday, maybe the scientists felt that they had to compete. Whatever the reason, they created better computers, which in turn gave us another world of perception to discover and explore. First they called it virtual reality, and then after a few improvements, they called it ultra-reality. This new reality provided new ways of looking at space and time, thus creating a new and better way of piloting our starships, and new ways of communicating.

Building upon this latest miracle, we or rather our society of scientists discovered faster-than-light travel. We then began to breach the realm of hyperspace, and we cut the waves of its surface as smoothly as a dolphin jumps between the waves of an ocean. Colonies went further, and more and more people set out for newer frontiers. But that was a time of peace and prosperity, historians have dubbed that time the Unified years. The years when we were all one people, but alas that time has been lost. And a new era begun.

And with the new era, came the War of the Stars. Great starships were built, designed only to destroy others, and they were armed to a fare-thee-well. Most of the dwarves and elves banded together, taking all of their engineering and magical expertise with them and forming a new empire. They called themselves the Ashken- Fei, and many fell beneath their mighty armadas. The were-kind stuck together in this battle for territory, with a name known only to themselves, building ships that changed shape as they, themselves did. The humans, having always been a peace loving, family oriented people, banded together and called themselves the Leishans. They stayed out of the fight as much as possible, protecting themselves only when fired upon. For the most part the other races left them alone, although occasionally one clan or another would try to take a human planet. Of the fairies, not much is known about what they did, other than a few unsubstantiated rumors that they provided espionage services for all of the races. Loss of life was felt by all of the people, and the loss was the terrible price of pride and prejudice.

The war went on for several thousand years. After all of this time, no one remembered what they war had been started over, only that they had always been fighting. Out of the darkness of this tragedy a guiding light appeared. This light came in the form of a child of all the races who traveled to the home worlds in a graceful white ship name the Lumia. After meeting with this great visionary, the leaders called an end to the battle, and Visha lead the races to a new era of peace and understanding. With this new peace the society of scientists finally reunited. With their reunion came another discovery, the gating system.

The gating system was a new engine that could open a door between two points and ignore the distance between. They called it the Visha Gate to honor the one who had opened a new door and led them to peace.

One of the other things that Visha had done away with was money.

Communication had become instant and in an attempt to do away with crime, Visha suggested that money be completely reduced to information.

Everyone’s retinal pattern and handprint was scanned and logged in a computer. That computer was duplicated a million times by magic, and then each computer was placed on a planet and tied into the communications net. Crime went down but did not disappear. Space-Piracy took hold for there were many things that people did not trust to be sent through the gate.

Hunger was eliminated, as food was made plentiful both by magic and science. Guilds were created to train those who could use magic or had the gifts. The gifts are what we call empathy, telepathy, and such.

Visha disappeared and no one knows what happened to her.

Unfortunately without her to guide the people the peace that she created disappeared with her, and once again the spirit of war re-awoke with in the people, but not nearly as bad as before. Yet the universe cried out for something to be done, for her children once again needed a savior. And so she set out to do something about it. This is the story that we now begin.

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Chapter 1

The cryogenics complex loomed behind him casting its shadow over him as it had for most of his life. He stood watching the sun set on this world, the tenth that he had called home, for the last time. He watched the stars come out and, felt the hidden song which was the flow of magic, change with the rising of the moons. He felt old watching the sun set again. Even though he had the appearance of one who was twenty years old, he had been born over nine hundred and fifty years ago, nine hundred and seventy-two years to be exact.

His family had been shipping him from one branch to another, the only cousin without a home, whom everyone wanted to care for, at least for a little while. Each time his new family would find him too strange, too different, and ship him to another family, and always cryogenically. After all, it was the cheapest way to travel, and the easiest way for them to forget him. Yet, he was beginning to think that the personal cost was too high. Each time he lay down upon the cryobed, he lost touch with all that he knew, friends or lovers had and the universe drastically changed and just left him behind.

He had been born during the Great War, he knew that much. Not knowing his father or his mother he didn’t have a clan that he belonged to, and yet the computers insisted that his family was enormous. He just didn’t feel connected to them, or anyone else for that matter. He didn’t even claim a last name, not wanting to claim a false one. Looking back at all the families that he had known and worlds that he had called home, he was reminded of an old saying; ignorance is bliss. He had begun to wish that his family had remained ignorant of him, perhaps then he could have experienced a little bliss. The bliss of having only one home, one planet, and of actually having friends and relationships. At best he was only able to have one night stands. He sighed and looked out at the horizon once again.

He watched the city lights come on as the last light from the sun faded into the darkness. He turned, pulled his black cloak, which identified him as one magically trained, about him and walked into the cryogenics complex, alone. No one ever saw him off, it seemed they were just anxious to forget that he existed and that he had ever been there at all. Not even Tron, and that hurt the most.

Tron was a young elf, only ninety-five, that he had been seeing for almost a year now, and he sighed as he remembered the night that they had said good-bye.

“Your leaving aren’t you?” Tron asked.

“Yes, it seems that my family has gotten tired of me, again. They’ve found some where else to ship me to.”

“And you can’t get out of it.” It was more of a statement than a question, but he answered anyway.

“You know that until I have subjectively experienced, twenty-five years of life that I have to accept these changes. I have to have a family sponsor me. Even though I am a mage, I can’t work on my own until I have reached my majority. I’m lucky that they haven’t decided to use my elven heritage against me and insist that my one-hundreth year was my majority. And I would be compelled to enforce it against myself if they ever do. You know that mages are forced by their soul- bound oaths to always tell the truth, and to obey and enforce the laws.”

“I know.” Tron said quietly, “But will you let me love you one more time before you have to leave?”

“I was hoping I would be able to–” Any more of his reply was cut off by Tron’s deep kiss. Their tounges wrestling, each one of them devoting their entire being to this one kiss. Tron broke away and reached out to remove his lovers clothing. Tron stopped his lover as he reached out to help.

“I want to do this my way, I want it to be my gift to you, so let me do all the work.” Tron said, as he smiled with his deep blue eyes and long raven hair spilling around his shoulders. Sensing his lover’s need Tron quickly removed the impeding clothing and began tracing his lover’s body with his tounge. Tron started at the neck nibbling ever so gently down the should bone savoring each taste and smell as he went.

The watcher shook himself from the memory and then began taking the steps that would doom him to loosing everything, once again.

Walking through the main hallway to the reception area he looked at the walls, filled with colorful advertisements, and shook his head as he passed the one that promised a blissful sleep undisturbed by dreams. Maybe that was true for most people but it wasn’t true for him. Each time he had been put in cryosleep, each time that he could remember, he had dreamed. Once it had been a of book that had shattered, which made no sense, another had been of flying through the stars. Oh yes, he dreamed. The last three times he had dreamed of searching for a missing part of himself, and almost finding it but then loosing it again. Once and only once he dreamed of belonging to a family, that loved one another, had no secrets, and were never alone. It had been his favorite. But he had woken up and discovered that it had only been a dream, and one it seemed that would never come true for him. He sighed and walked deeper into the complex.

He passed a reflective surface and paused to look. He had pale skin, which was almost, but not quite translucent, and flaxen, shoulder length hair that had a slight wave to it. Strangest of all were his eyes, which were slitted like a cat’s and bronze, and his ears, not quite pointed enough to be elven, but not quite round enough to be human. It all added up to a very mixed ancestry. People still weren’t used to ones who were mixed, even three hundred years after the War of the Stars. He shook his head, turned away and kept going.

He walked into the reception area, which was as usual empty. A pleasant sounding voice came from over head, “Please step to the scanner for recognition and registration.” He walked over to the row of scanners that lined the wall in front of the door. First he placed his hand on the scanner, even his hand was different, it had long hard finger nails which were curved like claws. The scanner beeped and he leaned forward to look into the optical scanner. A bright light momentarily blinded him and then the computer spoke “V’Rion. No listed last name. Please confirm.”

“Confirmed.”

“You have a pre-booked destination. You will arrive in fifty years. Please confirm.”

“Confirmed.”

“Please wait until an attendant comes for you.”

Even the computers didn’t want to talk to him it seemed. Oh, well. He was used to it, hurt by it, but used to it. His mind wandered back to Tron and their last night together.

V’Rion stiffened under Tron’s lips and teeth, and his ten inch cock began to stir. Tron began nibling his way down V’Rion’s pectorals and to his nipples licking both until they were hard. V’Rion’s cock began to leak pre-cum as he got more and more excited.

“Oh, Gods of Heaven, Tron. I don’t to leave you!” V’Rion cried out as he stiffened as Tron bit down on one of his nipples.

“And I don’t want you to leave, but you must. But I wanted to show you how much I love you. So tonight you are going to fuck me, until I cum. Even if it takes all night.”

V’Rion’s eyes widened in surprise at this and the fact that Tron had started sucking on his cock with his warm velvety mouth. Tron had never let V’Rion fuck him, in fact Tron hadn’t let anyone fuck him in his ninety-five years of life. V’Rion moaned as his orgasm began to get closer and closer as Tron worked on his cock. Peeling back the foreskin that covered the head Tron had started licking on the head. Engulfing it in his light moist grasp he began bobing up and down on it slowly once again enjoying the sweet musky cinnamon flavor that was V’Rion. He slowly went up and down on it until his face was buried in V’Rion’s soft fur-like pubes. Then he started using his throat muscles to stimulate the head in soft pulses of pleasure.

Vrion stiffened as each wave of sensation brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Tron reached around and lightly stroked V’Rion’s asshole, that brief silky touch was all it took for him to go over and begin shooting down Tron’s throat.

The sound of heels on the floor broke V’Rion from his memory this time, he waited.

“V’Rion, uh there isn’t a last name here the computer must have goofed.”

V’Rion turned around, “No it hasn’t goofed, I simply do not have a last name.”

At his voice the attendant looked up at V’Rion’s face and flinched slightly, V’Rion carefully hid his hands in his hands in his cloak, and did nothing but wait for the young elf to pull himself back together.

“Sorry, Magister V’Rion. If you would please come this way.”

The attendant began to lead the way down the corridor. “So, you’re traveling to Leishan space, to the planet Ferial, correct?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“And you realize that it will take you fifty years to get there right?”

“I have been informed of this, yes.”

“Just making sure, you understand. We must make all of our clients aware of the conditions of their travel. Do you have any personal items that you wish to have packed with you?”

“No, I do not. I do have a question however.”

“Please ask, I will do my best to answer.”

“Have you found a way to put people under without them having dreams yet?”

“Dreams? It’s not possible to dream under cyrosleep.”

“Yet, for the last fifty times that I have traveled with your company, I have dreamed.”

“Fifty times?” The attendant muttered softly as he began quickly read the information on the I-pad that he carried. But, that’s impossible.”

V’Rion reached out and grabbed the attendant, which caused him to drop the pad. V’Rion’s claws were digging into the elf’s wrist slightly. “And I am telling you that it is possible, for I have experienced it. Do you doubt the word of a mage? You know it is impossible for us to lie.”

He wrenched his wrist out of V’Rion’s grip, began to rub it and stepped back from him, “No, Magister, I am not doubting your word, its just that dreaming has never happened before. I assure you that I will let my supervisors know and they will look into it. Is there anyway that you could be mistaken?”

“None.” V’Rion said in a tone that brooked no further discussion. The attendant lead him into a large room that had a large bed with a dome over it. The attendant went over to the computer terminal on the bed and prepped it. Then he turned to V’Rion and opened his mouth as if to speak but looked into his eyes and thought better about it and then quickly left the room.

V’Rion sighed again. He just couldn’t understand people sometimes.

Knowing that he had frightened the young elf, he almost call him back to apologize, but thought better of it. The sooner that this was over the sooner his life would begin again. V’Rion undressed, folded his clothes and put them at the top of the bed. He pulled down the covers and then reached up to the computer, and activated the bed, solely by feel. As he lay down, the transparent steel canopy came down an enclosed him in, and he began to drift off to sleep. And once again, he dreamed.

Blackness was always around, broken only by bright flares of light. All colors of light. Some red, some blue, yet there was always black. It had been wandering space for nearly nine hundred and seventy five years now. Searching, always searching. It had been made for a purpose, a reason. It couldn’t remember what that purpose was. Why, because a part of it was missing. And so it searched. Searched hyperspace, and real space. Distance meant nothing to it, it simply had to find what was missing. It scanned the space directly ahead of itself, there was a planet. It was a planet with three moons, air rich with the elements of oxygen and nitrogen. More oxygen than anything else. This planet was alive both with plant and animal life. It looked at the planet. Somehow out of the millions of other planets that it had seen and looked at this one was different. What it had been searching for had been there, but now it was gone. Yet the feel of what it had been looking for was still fresh. The bio-energy traces it had been following for all of this time were richer here. It reached out and began to look for what was missing, and found it in the realm of hyperspace. It opened a gate and jumped.

to be continued…

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You’ve just finished up reading the last chapter you planned for review in order to prepare for next week’s finals. As you get up from your bed, your bare feet shuffling across the carpet, you can’t help but curl your toes.

You smile, thinking of how you always do that when we chat online. A quick glance in the mirror, damn your hair is a little messy, you can’t’ help but think of me and how I like it that way. You move your fingers to the back and twirl those curls, reminding yourself of how I do that. As you close your eyes, your cock begins to thicken. Slowly your move your hand to your chest and lightly tease your nipple, feeling it over the cotton fabric of your tee shirt. Quickly you pull your tee shirt off and flex, watching yourself in the mirror. You become startled with a knock at the door. You check yourself, to see if the bulge in your sleep shorts is visible; your briefs have contained the early stages of arousal.

Slowly you open the door, to find me standing there.

“Good, you’re home. I brought you some lunch.”

You smile as you take the bag from me. “Hey thanks, that was sweet.”

“I thought you might be ready for a break and need something to eat.”

As you open the bag and take a bite of the sandwich. Having just planed on dropping off a small snack for you, I turn to leave.

“Can you stay for a while?” you ask smiling at me.

“I suppose, if you not busy.”

You reply, “Nope, just finished. I was ready for a break; your timing is perfect as usual.” As you smile again with that sweet smile of yours.

I give you a faint smile back, just slightly confused, not wanting to misread you. Knowing be both have busy days and plan to see each other on Sunday. After all I just brought you a lunch, just a gesture of friendship. My confusion is cleared up as you place the sandwich on the table and hastily grab me and pull me close for a kiss. My hand is stoking your back and I am pulling you tighter with our lips locking together.

Pulling you in closer by the waist, my hands on each side of you, I push your body next to mine. I can feel your cock stiffen as I grind us together. With one swift motion, I pull my polo shirt off and push our chests together, as my hands find your tight track boy ass. Our kiss breaks and you gasp.

“Oh fuck!”

My hands slide down your waist and I slowly remove your shorts, leaving you standing before me in your light blue briefs. I trace the outline of your throbbing cock, stopping at the dime size darker wet spot. I smear the pre cum over the fabric of your briefs. Another gasp escapes from your lips.

I push you down to the bed and my mouth finds your bulge as I push my lips along the length of your shaft. I begin working my way up to the head, soaking your briefs with my saliva as I do. Your back arches and your hips push up as you grind your hardness into my face. I push harder and nibble on your thick hard cock. I move my mouth lower to work my tongue over your balls, as I push them around inside your briefs.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop”

Your hands all over the back of my head as you push me down onto to your pulsating cock. I look up at you and see the bliss in your eyes as you begin to remove your briefs. I push your hands away, stopping you, only long enough to put the head of your cock, covered with your briefs, in my mouth.

“Fuck, please I want you to suck me. Please, Kyle I need it!”

Quickly I move away from your crotch and flip you over. Now your sweet ass is in my reach, taking both hands I firmly yank your briefs off and plant my hands on your butt cheeks. I begin to work that tight ass under my hands, making you putty under my touch. You push your ass up and into my grasp, letting me play with the firmness of your jock butt. I push you closer to the bed and spread your ass cheeks open, exposing that tight hole. I lower my mouth and blow onto your pucker, causing it to twitch and quiver. You whimper as your body gives into my touch, feeling my tongue graze the outer rim of your hole.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

I continue to lick and tease your hole. Soon it opens to my pushing and I can tongue fuck your hole. You push back and want me in deeper, your hands pulling at my hair, pushing my face yet deeper into your crack. One last lick and jab at your wet gaping hole and I roll you over onto your back.

Placing your legs on my shoulders I can look at your twitching hole. I pick up your left leg, slowly licking the calf as I move your foot to my waiting mouth. I gently lick your toes and slowly suck each one. While doing so, you begin to jerk your cock. Smiling, I reach down and rub your stomach, pushing on your abs, tracing them with my fingers, continuing to give your foot a tongue bath. I now move to your right foot as I continue to give it the same treatment. You are jerking your hard cock slowly and your left hand moves to cup and pull on your full balls. Your pace moves faster along your shaft as I suck your toes harder, sucking them as if they are a sweet piece of candy. I push you legs back, causing your hole to open wider. I smile as I can see it twitch with each suck of your toes.

Placing your big toe and the one next to it in my mouth and rolling my tongue over them. You moan and gasp with total surrender to me. Sucking harder and with much more pressure, you begin to finger your hole with your left hand. I watch as you pleasure yourself, jerking your cock and fingering your hole. The sight of you working over your body like that makes me suck harder and with much more lust. The harder I suck the faster you jack your cock and the deeper your finger goes into your tight hole. I lick between those toes of your right foot, still caressing your abs, applying pressure to your stomach. I try desperately to fit three toes into my mouth, knowing that will set you off. I want to see you shoot. I want to see you cum. Pushing on your stomach, our eyes locked together, knowing you are close. I continue my work on your foot, the saliva running down the sole and I take my tongue and lap it up.

You shoot and scream in release as you coat your neck, chest, stomach and cock with your hot boy juice. I only suck harder on your toes, causing your body to convulse. You jerk the last drops of cum from your cock, totally spent. I let your foot escape from my grip and lower my body onto yours. Our mouths meet for a kiss, a long passionate kiss. My chest laying on yours becoming smeared with your cum. Our fingers interlocking as I take your hands in mine. I kiss your forehead and smile. Stating…

“I only meant to bring your lunch.”

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The lube rolled to a stop by a desk chair and for a moment neither Caleb nor Mitch moved, the room completely quiet. Caleb leaned forward and looked at the bottle as it rocked back and forth slowly.

“I think you dropped something” he said in a mischievous tone.

Mitch looked at Caleb, the smile on his face with the daring in his eyes and he smiled knowingly back as he leaned down and picked up the bottle and the handcuffs he had dropped.

“Just something I like to use to make things interesting…” Mitch replied as he looked back at Caleb, “…ya know?” The last sounded like a question, but both knew it wasn’t, not really, for Mitch could read Caleb, for he’d seen that look before, back home when his best friend pushed him to take their sex further, to make it more physical with the handcuffs, the rope and even the belts. Mitch had hesitated at first, not sure he liked having sex where he was so dominating, took so much control, but his cock ached with its hardness every time, pre-cum drooled from the head till he made his friend licked it off before sucking him. Leaving home for college had been a mixture of feelings, the longing to go, to start on a new journey, but he also would miss Ryan and the way he just gave himself to Mitch, totally, letting Mitch do whatever he wanted to do. He knew college should give him all the opportunities he could want for it was a mass of sexually charged men and women, each looking for something special, or just looking for new experiences. He just didn’t think he’d find it in his dorm room on his first day. Now he just had to find out how far he could push this new roommate.

Caleb just laughed as he sat down on Mitch’s lower bunk, leaning back till he rested on his elbows, his long lean body stretched out before Mitch, his hardening cock pressing against the front of his shorts.

“When it stops raining I’ll help you get your stuff up, why don’t you get out of those wet clothes and get comfortable” Caleb said, his tone seductive, the meaning clear.

Mitch stepped back to the door and made sure it was closed and locked. He pulled his wet shirt off revealing his brown toned skin, smooth, tight over his lean frame, and he undid his jeans and peeled them down his legs the wet denim tough to work his legs out and as he struggled to get each leg free his white briefs transparent with their wetness showed his cock, its dark skinned shaft and flared head lying to the side. Caleb watched, stared at Mitch’s cock through the wet fabric and blatantly groped his own hardening cock. Mitch watched him, laying back, his hand manipulating his cock, as he worked his jeans off tossing them on the floor in the corner. He stood up straight, his tall lean body damp, shiny in the light, his blonde hair messed up, seductively sticking up randomly and Mitch ran a hand through it, his raised arm revealing the sparse hair underneath it.

“Are you going to take off those wet shorts?” Caleb asked with his voice sounding impatient.

“I thought I’d make you do it” Mitch replied, ready to test Caleb, see what he was willing to do. He wanted to see if he’d submit.

Caleb smiled and eased off the bed and down on the floor on his knees. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it back on Mitch’s bed and moved to him, slowly, deliberately, his eyes focused on Mitch’s cock watching it swell up hard as it pushed against the wet fabric.

“Yeah, get your ass over here” Mitch whispered as he watched Caleb moved across the floor.

Caleb moved up close to Mitch, his face only a couple of inches from his stomach and he leaned forward and put his tongue to Mitch’s navel probing its recesses as he held Mitch by the hips. The sensation was ticklish and Mitch fought to control his breathing as Caleb ran his tongue from his navel and downward, running it along the waist of his briefs and then down over the head of his cock where he could feel Caleb’s warm breath blow over it, then his warm lips encase it, suck it through the fabric.

“Jesus” Mitch uttered as Caleb worked his mouth over the shaft from the head down to the base and he shifted his body so he could lean down further as he took Mitch’s balls in his mouth sucking on them, tugging on them through the fabric and Mitch fought the urge to push his briefs down as he let Caleb work him over through them.

Caleb leaned up and reached out, his fingers slipping over the waist band and he looked up at Mitch, his eyes yielding, as he pulled the briefs down Mitch’s legs helping him to step out of them. Caleb held the briefs out to Mitch, the wet garment lying over his upturned palms and Mitch took them and forced them into Caleb’s mouth gagging him.

“Stand up” Mitch demanded and Caleb stood, knowing what Mitch wanted and he turned his back to him holding his hands together behind him, waiting, submissive. Mitch cuffed his wrists and reached around his waist and roughly undid his shorts shoving them down and he pushed Caleb toward the desk that was to be his, the one still clear, and he forced Caleb down on it, his legs trapped in his shorts.

“I’ve been horny for two days and you’re going to help me out, aren’t you” Mitch said in a mocking tone. He reached for the seat of Caleb’s boxers and ripped the seat open exposing his smooth white ass, leaving his cock trapped in the front. Mitch ran his cock over Caleb’s ass smearing a slick trail over them. He roughly pushed his cock into the cleft and probed Caleb’s ass finding his tight little hole and he bore down with his hips breaching Caleb, as he painfully he penetrated the opening pushing his cock all the way into him. Caleb rose up as his muffled cry was blocked by the briefs in his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re tight” Mitch grunted through his clinched teeth as he pumped his hips driving his cock in a hard fast fuck. “Take it…take my cock…fucking…whore…” Mitch stammered as he pummeled Caleb, shoving his cock into him over and over and over.

Caleb grunted and moaned, his own cock achingly hard, as he took Mitch’s fuck, a fuck as hard and forceful as any Jacob threw into him. His fingers would graze over Mitch’s stomach on every shove inward and he felt himself push back, to try to get more of Mitch inside him. Mitch put one foot on Caleb’s shorts forcing one leg free and he kicked Caleb’s legs apart spreading him open a little further, his hole more accessible to his fuck and he drove into him, hard, slapping his hips hard against Caleb’s ass rocking the desk noisily, it banging against the wall.

Mitch leaned over and held Caleb down by the neck and drove his hips faster, his need to cum rising up fast and he swing his hips hard and fast, thrusting his cock deep into Caleb until he felt it swell up larger as he pumped in short jabbing thrust. He slammed into Caleb’s hole hard holding his cock buried all the way in him as he pumped his cum into Caleb’s stretched open hole.

Mitch stood up and stepped back, his cock half hard, slimly with cum and he watched Caleb stagger to his feet and turn to him. He reached out and pulled his briefs from Caleb’s mouth tossing them on the floor.

“Clean me off.”

Caleb dropped to his knees and took Mitch’s cock, sucking it deeply into his mouth tasting the cum smeared along the shaft. Mitch held him by the head and pumped his hips slowly, feeling his cock reawaken, grow thick and stiff again and he held Caleb by the head and pumped his cock into Caleb’s suctioning mouth.

“Goddamn I’m ready to go again” Mitch uttered under his breath as he thrust his cock into Caleb’s slick mouth pumping it faster and faster through his lips till drool ran down his chin.

“Yeah, take it motherfucker…take it” Caleb sneered as he drove his cock into Caleb.

Caleb took it, every thrust into his mouth, feeling Mitch’s cock push into his throat. He had no sense of balance as Mitch held his head while fucking his mouth and it excited him, made his cock stay hard.

Mitch felt his second load build, this cock flex up harder and he roughly pulled out of Caleb’s mouth, pulled his head back roughly by the hair and jacked his cock in Caleb’s face. He grunted, moaned as his hand was a blur on his cock and he rocked his hips forward hard as he aimed his cock at Caleb’s face shooting his cum across his cheeks and nose, a wad over his lips and into his open mouth and the last wad on his cheek with the rest dripping down on to Caleb’s chest and the floor. Mitch let his cock go, the slimy shaft bobbing in front of him and Caleb leaned forward and took it in his mouth once again, sucking the cum smeared along its length off.

Caleb pulled back and looked up at Mitch, the cum running down his face and Mitch eased down on his knees, his face up close to Caleb’s and he smiled, wickedly just before he leaned toward Caleb and ran his tongue up Caleb’s chin, dragging it upward over his cheek and over his nose capturing the cum on his face. Mitch licked Caleb’s face clean and kissed him on the mouth sharing the taste of his cum.

Mitch leaned back on his heels looking at Caleb, his lean body with its white skin, his cock still rock hard and he smiled at his control over him.

“I guess we’re going to get along alright” he whispered to Caleb. He got up and released the cuffs from Caleb’s wrist telling him to jack off; he wanted to watch. Mitch dropped down on his bed and leaned back watching Caleb still on his knees stroking his cock. Caleb stroked it with a steady rhythm and he soon found himself pushing his hips forward slightly as he jacked his cock faster and faster.

“Come on…shoot motherfucker, shoot that shit…let me see you shoot” Mitch commanded as he watched, his own fingers playing with his flaccid cock.

Caleb began to grunt, to thrust forward a little harder with short jerking motions and he stroked his cock harder until he cried out shooting cum across the floor. He kept stroking his cock, pumping each wad out till his cum just dribbled from the head and he smeared it with his hand down his shaft. Finally spent he let go of his cock and just hung his head with his hands at his side and his slimy cock going flaccid.

“Well don’t just stand there, clean that shit up” Mitch demanded and Caleb knew what Mitch meant, knew what he must do and he got down on his hands and knees and licked up his cum from the floor.

Mitch stood up and slipped on a pair of shorts and he handed Caleb his own shorts.

“Let’s shower off and go get something to eat; I’m starving” Mitch stated as he headed toward the door. In the corridor there were a couple of guys talking and they gave Mitch and Caleb strange looks as they passed and it was obvious they had heard some of the noise they had been making.

That night Mitch fucked Caleb again pumping two loads into his ass till they leaked down his thigh and then he cuffed him to the bed frame in his bed, Caleb’s naked body lying at his side ready to take his cock whenever he was erect, and that first night Mitch was ready a few times, pumping his cock into Caleb’s ass till he couldn’t cum anymore, his last fuck a long slow dry fuck with Mitch just enjoying the feel of Caleb’s hole around his cock.

Caleb had laid there, his arms held over his head secured to the bed frame, taking Mitch’s fuck, feeling his body press against his own, Mitch’s cock sink deeply into his hole and it made him hard, his cock leaking till there was a wet spot on the bed and Mitch did not let him get off during the night, kept him hard, his desires ramped up as he pumped load after load into him. Caleb knew there was more to experience, more to learn of his role and wondered if Mitch would keep pushing him, continue to want to use him, but he smiled at the realization that classes hadn’t even started and his roommate had him naked, tied to the bed and plowing his ass already.

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Chapter 7 The Guest

Following the first evening at Frank’s house I slept well. I felt that my world was peaceful and calm and the fact that I had been caned the night before did not stop me from sleeping. I awoke early and got up to make some coffee. It was not long before Frank got up and he expected me to get him some breakfast. I did so willingly. I was of course still wearing, as I always would, the leather collar, cuffs and anklets. Frank told me that he had to go out on business, but that being Friday he would have a guest for dinner. I was to prepare the meal and get the house clean and tidy. He would return at about 6.00pm and give me further instructions then.

I set about my new daily routine looking after the house and making sure everything was spick and span. I knew that my Master expected me to keep things in good order and I knew, after last night, what would happen if I did not. At about 6.00pm he got back and did a tour of inspection. I was glad I had been thorough. He did not warn me that he was going to inspect. I guess he was just looking to catch me out. He came over to me and took hold of my balls with his hand. “Good boy”, he said, “You have done well. What a shame. I was looking forward to a bit of early evening practice, but you have given me no cause.” I glowed with pride.

He then set about telling me the arrangements for the evening. Apparently he usually has guests on a Friday. This week it was to be one friend only as I was still in training. He wanted to make sure I was up to serving is guests before he allowed many to come at once. His friend was also into the same things which pleased Frank. My task would be to do for either of them whatever they wanted. I was to submit willingly their every wish, and to provide them with a fine meal beforehand. Much of the preparations for the meal had been done during the day so I was soon ready.

At about 7.45pm I was told to go to Frank’s room. “Usually when you are in the house you just wear the five leather rings I put on you yesterday” he said, “but if I have guests you will also wear this.” He produced a leather contraption. It was a leather belt with a number of other straps hanging from it together with a large dildo. He told me to put it on. As I stepped into it I realised its potential. The belt went round my waist. Each leather strap went around my upper leg, leaving my cock and balls completely free to service anyone who chose. The dildo came up behind me and Frank came and gently but firmly pushed it into me. “This belt is to ensure that although you are here to serve my guests in any way they choose there is one place that is mine : your ass. They know this rule, but this belt makes the boundary clear to all.

So there I was: leather collar, wrist bands, anklets, and rear blocking chastity belt.

At 8.00pm sharp Gary turned up. I was sent to answer the door. As you know I am 5’8″ and blond, and Frank is 6′ and dark. When I opened the door I was met by the sight of a veritable giant. Gary was like a 6’6″

blond football player. He towered over me and I literally caught my breath. He was stunning. He had muscles on his muscles and his shirt did not hide much. I asked him in and took him to a seat. I offered him a drink. Frank came out from his room and greeted Gary.

“So”, said Gary, “found yourself the new slave you’ve been looking for. Not bad. Is he any good?” “Yes” my Master replied, “I think he is coming on very nicely.” Again I filled with pride. It was not often in my life that I have felt like that. It seems that most people want to run each other down. I certainly had no encouragement from my family. And now, in the presence of my Master I felt so good.

The two of them chatted and I was sent to get the meal ready. I was told that while they ate I was to sit under the table and service them, but I was not bring them to a climax. The first course was served and I duly crawled under the table. Moving around in a confined space with a dildo in my ass was not always comfortable. They each sat with their trousers gaping open. I went to my master first. He was soon hard and I felt his stiff manhood in my mouth. I then moved across to the gorgeous Gary. It was only then that I realised what a piece of meat he had. Hanging from his trousers was a lovely limp cock. It was large but didn’t give me much on indication of what was to come. It is so hard to guess the size of a cock when its soft. I began to suck on it, letting my mouth play with the uncut end and nuzzling into the wonderful blond bush of hair. It began to grow. And it went on growing. By the time he was finished it must have been nearly 10″

long. I licked his wonderful large balls and went up and down the length of his rod. It hung over the front of the chair and reached out towards me. I let my tongue run up and down its full length.

By now it was time to serve the next course, so I crawled out from under the chair and cleared the plates. I presented the second course to them with a full erection. It was too much to bear: my Master showing me off, my ass full of plastic cock and the most stunning blonde stud I had ever met touting the largest cock I had ever encountered. I retreated all too willingly back underneath the table. I went straight back to Gary. I took his crown straight into my mouth and felt his body jerk, and then relax. He coughed a little and I wondered if my sudden assault on his meat had made him choke. He may not be the only one to choke at this meal!

As I sucked on his head I ran my tongue over the lovely foreskin and then slid it inside. The taste was wonderful. I let my tongue run round and round inside the confines of his foreskin. It was a nice feeling for me, and it must have felt very good to him too. My tongue slipped into the large slit at the top and wiggled around, driving him still higher. Having done this for a while I left him and moved back to my Master.

I took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. He shifted in his chair to enable me to get full access, and I took each in into my mouth one after the other. I then lifted his balls and licked the underside. I discovered that he is very sensitive there. That will be worth remembering. I gave him several long lingering strokes with my tongue. As I continued to work on them one after the other I could tell the conversation was dwindling. Eventually I heard my master call me out from under the table, and they led me to his bedroom.

“Now Gary, tonight is your treat. You may have my slave do anything you like. You know the only rule. His ass is mine alone. Beyond that you may instruct him as you please.” I looked across at my master and he gave me a small reassuring smile. It was not much, but as I looked into his dark smiling eyes I knew he would not hand me over unless he knew what he was doing.

So here I was, handed by my master to Gary, who just about fulfilled my perfect fantasy of a man. Frank was dark hair, dark eyes. It was those eyes that had captured me, but if I have a fantasy model its 6’6″

blond, muscles and 10″!!! Namely Gary.

I waited. Looking at him, lusting in my heart but trying to keep it from my face. He looked me over. He studied my face, he inspected and collar and wrist bands and ankle bands and of course the belt and dildo which still rested within me. And finally he looked across at Frank and spoke.

“Its been a hard week. I think I would like to start with a tongue bath.” “Your call”, Frank said, and he nodded to me.

I began my work with much enthusiasm. He sat himself on the bed and I knelt at his feet. I began by licking his lower legs. I worked on his calves and on his shins. I moved down and began to clean his feet. I moved along the top of the left foot, wetting every part. The I did the underside, unconcerned about the odours. I licked carefully between each and every toe and then sucked each one in turn. As I sucked his toes he began to moan and relax. I continued to work on his other foot, before moving back up his body. Those legs were so long. Each one was covered with fine blond hair. Gary was getting a good tongue bath, but I was getting so much pleasure at the same time.

I gave his thighs a thorough working over with my tongue and then moved, missing his crotch area for the time being. I covered his abdomen and navel. His lovely blond hair was running north from his pubic area and I ran my tongue along its line. I let my tongue settle into his navel and explore around, again hearing him moan with pleasure. The I moved to the left and right. As I licked his sides I hit a really sensitive patch, just an inch or two below his rib cage at the side of his body. Its funny how everyone has different areas that drive them wild. This was clearly one of his. I licked and licked, first one side and then the other. By this time I could see that his wonderful 10″ was standing proud away from his body. Each time I hit that side spot it jerked around.

I moved on up his body. It was so huge and muscular. It was driving me wild being allowed, even told by my master, to satisfy this hunk of a man. I found his nipples. They were soft and round. Two beautiful light brown buttons on his wonderful finely haired chest. I took one into my mouth and sucked. It had a wild effect. The small round button became a tight pointing knob on his chest. It cried out to be nibbled. I did it and he squirmed some more. I moved to the other side and repeated the treatment. Then I moved to his neck and began to chew very gently on that.

Frank was sitting watching all this. He had his cock in his hand and was just quietly enjoying the show, no doubt pleased he had a gift to give to his friend. There is so much pleasure in giving to a friend, and when that means allowing him to be bathed by your slave it must be a special feeling. I decided it was time to move to yet more sensitive areas. I began to lick under his arms. He had had a long evening at the table. My work there had hardly kept him cool, and his pits were sweaty. I cleaned them up with my tongue. By now every part of his body was laying completely relaxed, except that one place that shows relaxation by getting hard. I took every drop of his sweat from his arm pits and cleaned them thoroughly, still conscious that he was gently moving and moaning in response to my touch.

I then moved back down to his crotch. Avoiding that massive rock hard cock of his I went down and began to clean his balls. I licked along the side of his sack left and right, again removing every trace of sweat and man smell. I tongued the underside of the sack along that most sensitive of tracks between his balls and ass. I took each ball in my mouth and sucked on it gently, like a gob-stopper. It was as though I was not only cleaning the outside, but sucking the layers away until I could also clean the very ball itself. Then I began to move up the shaft.

It was a long way up. I licked from the bottom up, moving around to lick each and every side of his manhood. Until eventually I came to the head. As I had at the table, I let my tongue run inside his foreskin, this time with cleaning on my mind. Not much for me to clean having been at it earlier, but it is the thought that counts. I then pulled the foreskin back, and let my tongue run over his wonderful purple head. I ran round the top. I licked up the generous supply of pre cum. I lapped at the glands, and let my tongue flick and run all over him. I entered his slit, and let my tongue fuck his tiny hole. It was too much. After the complete bath I had given him he was so high that when I did this I felt him twitch and jerk and start to come. I quickly put my mouth over his head and drank all he had to give. I was in heaven. I felt the dildo in my ass and imagined it was Gary. That was when disaster happened.

I had been caned by my master yesterday for lack of control. It was hard of him to make me service such a wonderful fantasy man so soon in my training. The idea of Gary, coming in my mouth, while I imagined his 10″

deep in my ass was too much. I came on the bed. Spurting my cum all over Frank’s spread, and onto Gary’s body. It didn’t worry Gary one bit. When he had finished coming I licked my own cum off him and he just seemed to look on it as a fine way to end the session. He had had his full satisfaction. Frank had given him me as a gift and he was quite happy.

The same was not true for my Master. I glanced over and saw his straight face. The deep dark eyes were no longer looking at me in that way that envelops me and draws me in. They were cold and hard. Black stern rivets looked across at me. I finished my task with a heavy heart.

Chapter 8 A reminder of my Master’s authority.

I was sent to get the Master and his guest some coffee, while they got ready and came through. By the time they were settled in the living room, I was ready to serve coffee. They were both dressed again, though I was of course still in my collar, bands, and chastity belt. Chastity belt!

Blast the thing. If it had not been in me I may not have been so unable to control my reaction to the beautiful Gary.

I returned to the kitchen and heard them chat, until I was aware the Gary left. Frank did not appear. When I had finished clearing up I went out to look for him. He was in his room.

I knocked and waited for a reply. His voice spoke out but I did not receive a welcome. “Stay where you are until I am ready. You have not been wholly good tonight.” I shivered, not from cold, because Frank’s house was never cold. It was fear and uncertainty.

“Please sir, I am sorry sir”, I pleaded from outside the door. No reply.

The door opened a crack and I was told to come in. I entered gingerly. The doors of the cupboard were open and I could see he was ready for some action. The fixings from the floor, which I described in an earlier chapter were already out and locked in a long trailing loose position. I moved to stand in the middle of the room, my back to the wall with the cupboard. Before I knew what was happening Frank placed a hood over my head, depriving me of sight and light. I was stunned. “Sir!” I muttered.

“Shut up” he replied. “I was beginning to think that you were a good slave, who was not going to need much training. There is no doubt you have a natural ability to serve. But in the self control department you have much to learn. I will need to make sure that you learn what it means to serve me, and my guests, without losing control of yourself. Good service is all self control Vic, my slave, and you must learn it.”

” Do you know what went wrong tonight, slave? Do you know why you lost control?”

“No sir”, I replied.

“I do. I watched you serve Gary. You did that well. Your tongue was truly at his service. But Vic, the point where you lost control was when you started lusting after him. That displeased me greatly. It was not good for two reasons. The first is of course that it meant you lost control. That made me look like a master who could not control his slave.”

“No sir” I cried through the hood. I could not deny his suggestion that I liked Gary, or even lusted after him. But surely he would not think worse of my Master having been given his gift.

“Oh yes boy. He may have enjoyed your cum on him, and the fact that you licked it up, but when he gets home he will lay on his bed, and think about a Master who cannot train his slave to have self control.”

“No, I am sure he will not think worse of you. No. I am sorry sir. Please sir. Don’t think that.”

“Be quiet. There is something much worse. When you lusted after him, and you have not denied it boy, you were betraying me.” I gasped. The horror of the thought filled me, and overwhelmed me. I had not meant that. Frank was my Master. Gary was just the fulfilment of my long time fantasy of the perfect man. That’s not the same. Is it? I was so confused. “I would never betray you sir, you are my Master.”

“I am that. And tonight I am going to remind you of that fact and teach you to control yourself. I am going to hang you in my sling, fuck you till you are sore, and then I am going to pierce your nipples so that you will wear a ring in each to remind you that we are bound together. The first part is just a reminder that only I have access to your ass”

He took hold of my arms and attached the hooks to the chains from the ceiling. With a quick flick he released the spring load, and they pulled tight, stretching my arms above me. He removed the chastity belt, and I felt empty and vulnerable when it came out of me. I was empty for the first time for some hours. But not for long.

He then bent and hooked more chain to my ankle rings. I assumed these were the same ones as yesterday, and would spread my legs wide, but I had not really taken enough notice when I entered the room. Instead he was using today a second set from the ceiling. With my weight held by my arms I felt him move my feet, by taking me off my legs. He pushed my knees forward, and I heard the chain spring load operate. I was expecting my legs to move left and right. They went up instead. Up to the same height as my hands. I lay, hanging from the ceiling. Legs and arms trapped, hooded, and open for him to use.

He moved between my legs and without hesitation or mercy he began to assault me. He had watched me service Gary, and although he was not about to admit it to me he was hot. He drove deep into me, letting the sling do its work. It moved and swayed and caused him to be able to get just the right angle. I felt him go deep where the dildo had been all evening. There was no comparison. Its solid unbending form, could never be compared to the feel of a real man in me, and especially my Master. I swooned, and then remembered that I must keep myself in control. If I came again now there was no way of knowing what he would do. The worst possible thought was that he might give up on me and send me away.

I tried to enjoy the assault but to keep my enjoyment firmly in check. I remember thinking that my session with Gary have really made Frank hot, because he was going at it like there was no tomorrow. But I had to keep my mind clear of thoughts about my session with Gary. They were too awkward right now. He thrust into me deeply and quickly, and it was not long before he took his pleasure. He came in my ass, and planted in me the seed, which only he could now give me. His masterly contract was that although I might serve others, only he would do this to me. And I was grateful to him for that. It sealed our relationship to know that this was his alone.

He came, and rested and withdrew. I just rocked in the harness and waited for his next move. “Thank you, sir” I muttered through the hood.

After a while he released my legs and lowered them to the ground. He retied my legs to the ground based chains and I was once again stretched tight into the x position. He then moved over to his cupboard. He came in front of me and dabbed my nipples with some liquid. I was not sure what it was. I was cold and smelt like spirit. It took a little of the feeling away. He then came back in front of me holding the most horrible looking tool. I had a grip, with a ring placed in it. It was just like they use in ear piercing salons. Fortunately I could only sense his movement and not see what was to come. The hood was still firmly in place. He rubbed my nipples until they were hard and then moved to tool in. I heard it snap pushing the needle through my nipple and lodging the small gold ring in place all in one move. It only took a second. At first I felt nothing. But then a searing pain shot through me. Before I could get my breath the other side was done. I had two gold rings hanging from my chest, with just the small spot of blood oozing from each new piercing.

I gritted my teeth. “Thank you Master” I managed to say. He left me hanging for while. In a few days time he would begin to use those rings for his own purposes. For the time being it was as much as I could do to have them present. A reminder of his authority. My Master had done this to me. I was his and he could do as he pleased.

Time went on and the rings settled. The routine in the house was good. My Master worked and provided for us. I served him in every way, and he trained me in self control, in endurance of pain, and in the ways in which he liked me to give him pleasure. As well as the five leather rings, I would now often wear a chain, from one nipple ring to the other. In moments of frenzy he would grab it and I would need my every strength to avoid coming on the spot. Around the house, it would rattle as I worked. It looked beautiful, and I wore it with pride.

The fact that I was getting into this new way of life meant that I could no longer bear to have any responsibility except that of pleasing my Master. But things were to change. There would soon be other adventures which I would endure. But that will have to wait for another chapter.

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Exit 32 five miles ahead the sign read as Pierce drove by it on the interstate heading home after a year at college. The four lane interstate lay over the undulating terrain of south Alabama with pine lining each side of the highway. Pierce had packed up his clothes and other belongings and had left campus early that morning, his old Cherokee packed up till he couldn’t see out the rear window. It was the completion of his freshman year and he reflected on how much it had impacted him, the academic environment with all the different ideas, opinions, and the tolerance. He never knew it could be like this coming from the small community of Oak Hill, a farming community of less than seven hundred. He had allowed himself the opportunity to question those things he was taught not too and during the Spring Semester he had finally stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom in the dorm and admitted to his attraction to other boys. It had been late, around three a.m. and he had been having trouble sleeping, laid awake night after night thinking about an event that brought everything front and center; put the issue right in his face. He had panicked, sequestered himself in his dorm room for a few days, only leaving to go to class, eat and use the bathroom. One of the guys he had become friends with had been trying to get him to do something, stopping by all the time until finally he forced his way into Pierce’s dorm room and sat down refusing to leave until Pierce talked to him.

Pierce had stammered out a lot of nonsense, excuses for the way he was feeling, and in the end Ryan had leaned over, elbows on his knees and looked Pierce in the eye.

“Whatever it is, you need to deal with it” he had said in a low quiet voice and Pierce told him he knew. Ryan had left not pushing the issue any further, but late that night Pierce had admitted the truth to himself and the next day to Ryan. He had expected all sorts of replies: outright rejection, heckling, name calling and all sorts of dark images that all came to the same end. Finding himself alone, ostracized.

Instead Ryan had smiled at him and then laughed.

“Is that it? Fuck…Pierce half the floor knows you’re gay.”

And suddenly it was okay. Life went on.

There was a few who didn’t have anything to do with him but most treated him as they always had during the last two semesters and it gave Pierce the courage he needed, to go to the support group on campus, surf the social web sites the other gay students used and a few times, when the other guys were going to some sports bar in town he had made his way to one of the gay bars. The strange thing was he had yet to hook up with another guy. He wanted to but something held him back, usually something about the guys he was hanging out with or talking to online just didn’t capture his attention. He wondered what was wrong and he realized one night talking to a guy from Baltimore, someone who lived all their life in an urban environment that he didn’t feel a real connection to them, and it hurt when they would make some comment about him being from somewhere backwards, a hick, or some other snide remark. He knew there was truth to the image portrayed of the rural south, and even so, he was a product of that environment and he wanted someone who understood.

He thought about his dilemma a lot over the last few weeks and now that he was making his way home all those feelings, these ideas of what kind of person he was and what kind of person he was looking for rose up in his mind. He eased the Cherokee off the exit and coasted down the ramp till he got to the stop sign for the two lane road that would take him back to his home.

He drove through the small town that supported the region with its two car dealerships, four tractor dealerships, a diner, one fast food restaurant and a small strip center out on the edge of town. It wasn’t much of a town, not anymore, and Pierce drove through town without having to stop at any lights as he headed into the countryside he knew as home. He cut through Howard, a community even smaller than his own and turned off on Highway 6. The narrow two lane road carried him to Cottonwood, the largest of the communities, the one with the school that was kindergarten to twelfth grade and even with it covering over half the county it still had less than three hundred students.

Pierce thought of his school years, the way he had made himself just one of the guys keeping to the side, never the center of attention. And he thought of the guys he had gone through school with over the years, the ones that he had always found cute, the ones that gave off some vibe, sexual, frightening, the way they bragged about slipping out at night and partying with some of the girls and the way they fucked around, and there were the ones who came from the very poorest families, those some of his classmates made fun of behind their backs, and in the worst cases, right to their faces and Pierce thought of Wyatt and how he seemed to remain upbeat regardless of his circumstances and the way most of his classmates treated him.

Pierce drove into Cottonwood going past the old red brick school and pulled up to the four-way stop in the center of the community. One corner had the only general store and from the intersection he could see the signs for the two churches in the community. He turned onto Highway 47 and headed south, his journey almost complete and he passed the Shady Oaks Trailer Park as he left Cottonwood and he thought of Wyatt again. He thought of the first time he saw Wyatt. It was the beginning of third grade for Wyatt’s family had moved to the community that summer and when Pierce’s bus had stopped at the entry drive to pick up the four or five students who lived there among them, with blonde hair so light it looked white and skin very pale with freckles over his nose and cheeks, stood Wyatt. He had been shorter than most in the third grade, and his clothes always were ill fitting, with holes or busted out seams. Some of his pants had bobby pins holding the fly closed, and Pierce had felt something toward Wyatt even then, but he had been afraid of the ridicule, the meanness of it and he kept his distance.

No matter how he was treated Wyatt had always held his head up and typically had a smile on his face. By the time they reached eighth grade Pierce had been shocked to see how Wyatt had grown over the summer, his body long and lean, with arms and legs that seemed too long and he had let his hair grow out longer, it still light blonde and Pierce remembered how he had thought Wyatt was attractive and couldn’t believe the girls would have nothing to do with him just because his family was poor. It was the year he befriended Wyatt, without really knowing why he had done it.

Pierce drove down the road, looking in his mirror at the dilapidated old sign by the road for the trailer park and he admitted to himself why he had befriended Wyatt in the eighth grade, and why in the eleventh grade he destroyed that friendship. It still pained him, those things he said that night. He had fucked up, really made a mess of things. It was the night he buried his feelings about Wyatt, and all other boys, so deep he just locked himself up tight and it wouldn’t be until this past spring he would finally let it all go.

Pierce wondered what Wyatt was doing now as he thought of how he matured in high school, his body filled out till even the old frayed clothes he had worn looked good on him. He remembered one t-shirt he wore a lot, a basic white t that was so stretched out the neck hung down several inches and the sleeves were just as stretched out of shape. Wyatt’s body seem to float in it and Pierce remembered how he use to look up a sleeve whenever Wyatt stretched his arms out or reached up for something revealing the dark blonde hair under them. Graduation had been the toughest for Pierce had wanted to apologize to Wyatt, try to make amends, but when he saw him arrive for their ceremony in nice jeans, their snug fit revealing his lean narrow waist and round ass and the shirt was a nice dress shirt, all pressed and buttoned up to the neck he had been so shocked to see how truly attractive Wyatt was he couldn’t approach him. Wyatt had even gotten a nice haircut, his thick blonde hair short on the sides and a little long on top. Even some of the girls had stared at Wyatt as he came in and took his seat.

Pierce arrived at his home and was soon surrounded by his family. The evening went by quickly with the unpacking and getting settled in his old room, then dinner with his family, his grandparents crowded around the table with them as he told them about the last few weeks in college. It was late by the time his grandparents left and Pierce found himself in the kitchen with his mother talking casually about some of the gossip of the community while he helped her put away the dishes.

“Pierce, you remember that boy you use to hang out with…lived up in that trailer park?” his mother asked out of the blue.

Pierce froze for a moment, the reference obviously about Wyatt, and he felt his stomach knot up afraid to hear what his mother had to say. He made himself move as he placed a platter carefully into an upper cabinet.

“Wyatt. That was his name. What about him?” he asked his voice full of apprehension.

“Well…this is sad. You remember how his father had left when he was fifteen leaving just him and his mother?”

“Yeah” Pierce replied wishing his mother would just spit it out.

“His mother had cancer and she passed away last week.”

The image of Wyatt alone tore at Pierce and he tried not to let his voice reflect how he was feeling.

“Where’s Wyatt living…I mean was he around for her?”

“Oh yeah; all the time. Mary said he was at the hospital every day in the end. Your Uncle said he lost his job at the grocery store because of it.”

“Shit” Pierce exclaimed and turned to look at his mother knowing she didn’t like him using profanity. She just nodded her head and smiled weakly.

That night Pierce lay in bed thinking of Wyatt. It had been bad enough his infatuation with him during high school and how he had rejected their friendship instead of admitting to the truth, but now, with the news his mother told him, he felt depressed. He wondered if he could bring himself to go see Wyatt, and he fantasized about what it could be like, Wyatt greeting him like nothing was wrong and it being like it was in the tenth grade when they would ride bicycles around the community, putting miles and miles on their bikes, Pierce with his new bike and Wyatt with one he had gotten at a pawn shop. He lay awake half the night, reliving that night he had turned on Wyatt and he thought of how things turned out, him away at college and Wyatt left here, jobless, his mother gone.

Pierce woke to the smell of bacon and pancakes and quickly rose, dressed and made his way to the kitchen. They gathered around the table where Pierce’s father said he needed some help today getting some fencing repaired, that with his help they could get it done in a day. Pierce agreed, knowing how hard a job it was to do alone, even though all he could think of was going to see Wyatt. That night, exhausted from his labors and lack of sleep, he called it an early night.

The next day Pierce paced around the house and the yard, telling himself to go over to Wyatt’s later, it was too early, all the while practicing in his mind what he was going to say, how he was sorry about what he had said three years ago and how he was wrong and each time he felt his frustrations and old fears creep into his mind. It was after ten when his mother came out to where he was sitting in the swing, asking him if he could run into town for her, there were a few things from the grocery store she needed.

Pierce jumped at the chance to do something, telling himself he’d stop at Wyatt’s on the way into town. He jumped in his Cherokee and headed down the road, his stomach knotting up tighter and tighter. He drove past the trailer park telling himself he’d stop on the way back. All he was getting was flour, cooking oil and a bag of rice; nothing that couldn’t sit in his Jeep while he talked to Wyatt.

As much as he lingered in the grocery store, made a loop through town and stopped at a tractor dealership where a classmate now worked, he soon found himself driving back into Cottonwood and turning on Highway 47. He was soon at the entry to the trailer park and he pulled in, almost holding his breath as he pulled down the narrow dirt lane that wove through the trees past the mobile homes positioned among them. It was near the back, on a side spur, where the ground was hard packed and nearly bare where the old faded light yellow and white mobile home sat. Out front sat an old motorcycle, the paint faded and the seat taped over where it was ripped open. Pierce pulled up behind it and shut off the engine just sitting for a moment building up his courage. He looked at the mobile home, the windows all dark, the curtains closed and he wondered if Wyatt was even home, then he saw one curtains move from someone looking out quickly.

The door opened and Wyatt moved into the opening. Pierce couldn’t help but notice he wore the jeans he had worn to their graduation but now they hung on his hips low, the hems frayed, one knee blown out and he had on a shirt unbuttoned revealing his lean smooth chest and flat stomach and Pierce found he was staring at Wyatt’s body.

“What do you want?” Wyatt asked his voice firm and hard in tone.

Pierce eased his door open and moved around his Jeep and to the bottom of the old wooden steps at the door. He looked up at Wyatt, at the boyish face with its freckles lightly spread over his nose and cheeks, his messed up hair that still looked good, the thick blonde mop hanging over his forehead partially concealing one eye and Pierce let his eyes roam down the smooth chest, the small round nipples, the tight skin over his chest and down the flat stomach to the narrow waist where the jeans hung seductively low revealing the white waist band of the cheap briefs Wyatt wore.

Pierce finally looked up into Wyatt’s face and saw, for a brief moment, a look of pain and sadness.

“Wyatt, I…” and he stammered, froze up, couldn’t think of all the things he had rehearsed and he looked down at the ground, embarrassed by his inability to say what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath and looked up at Wyatt.

“I wanted to tell you I was a fucking asshole to you in the eleventh grade. I let my…fear…my…”and he looked out across the shaded lot to the woods before looking back at Wyatt, “…my cowardice destroy our friendship. I was afraid of what others would think and I wasn’t…confident” Pierce stammered, choosing his words as best as he could. He looked down Wyatt’s body feeling those old feelings rise up, his desires and he began to talk without looking Wyatt in the face.

“I know I started it…back then, the touching and I know you were going along with it just because you were my friend, willing to let me…but…I freaked out. You see, this past spring I finally faced those…feelings that made me do it, and I’m sorry, Wyatt. You did nothing wrong and I was…an asshole” Pierce said coming to a stop, waiting to see if Wyatt would say something and after a painfully long silence he looked up and saw Wyatt giving him a pained look, one he couldn’t read, not now after such a long time away.

“Wyatt…I’m sorry about your mother. Mom didn’t tell me until I got back and I’m really sorry. I know how hard it was just the two of…” and Wyatt interrupted him speaking for the first time.

“You don’t know shit. Why are you here, Pierce?”

Pierce stood frozen in place, unsure how to respond. He nodded his head and turned and made his way around his Cherokee stopping at the front fender looking over the hood.

“Wyatt, I wish things had been different, that I hadn’t tried anything, for you see, I was struggling with…I’m gay, Wyatt, okay? I’m gay and I was…I am attracted to you.”

Pierce opened his door and climbed in glancing up to see Wyatt still standing in the door watching him, the look on his face suddenly different, relaxed. He started the Cherokee and pulled the transmission into reverse.

“PIERCE, wait!” Wyatt cried out.

Pierce hit the brakes and looked at Wyatt as he came down the steps and walked around his Cherokee coming up to his window. Pierce lowered it and looked at Wyatt, the expression one of sadness on his face.

“Okay…” and Wyatt looked at Pierce with intensity; “…let’s talk.”

Pierce followed Wyatt into the mobile home, one he had not been inside of for over three years and he was shocked to see how neat and cleaned up Wyatt had the interior. The only mess was on the old dining table where piles of papers were lying over its entire surface.

“What’s all this?” Pierce asked as he walked over to the table and he caught his breath seeing the applications for student loans, grants, assistance programs and a college application. “You’re applying to college?”

“Don’t sound so shocked. Just because I’m white trash…” and Pierce interrupted Wyatt.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…why now? Why didn’t you do this last year?”

“Mom needed me. We knew she had cancer and didn’t have…long.”

“Wyatt…I’m really sorry.”

“So you’re gay” Wyatt stated changing the subject.

“Yes. Look, what I did that night…I’m sorry. The thing is I really wanted to do something.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I was afraid you’d…reject me and then tell everyone.”

“But what if I said I wouldn’t have rejected you…or told.”

Pierce looked up at Wyatt and saw him give a weak small smile as he moved over to one of the two chairs he had in the living room. Pierce followed him and sat in the other chair. He looked around the room, the few family photos on the wall, the old magazine on motorcycles and a maintenance book for his model sitting on the coffee table, but not much else, nothing really personal, no sense of any other person having been in the room.

“Wyatt?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Wyatt looked up at Pierce and his mouth formed a small smile but his face was still sad as he just shook his head no.

“There was a time when I thought I had someone, someone I had hoped they could see me as someone they could love…someone they could share a part of their life with, but one day they…you rejected me” Wyatt said and it made Pierce realize so much about the way things had been before, up to the moment he fucked it all up and he turned away from Wyatt afraid to look at him.

“But now you tell me it was fear of being labeled gay made you do it, that you were afraid to go with your feelings and I don’t know how…” and Wyatt let his voice trail off their conversation so painful for the two of them after the passing of three years.

Pierced leaned back and stared up at the ceiling trying to get his jumbled up thoughts aligned, some sensible reply that he could make and he turned toward Wyatt and whispered quietly across the room breaking the silence.

“You’re applying to the same college I’m going. Was that intentional?”

Wyatt looked at Pierce and nodded yes.

Pierce smiled, for the first time, and he pulled out his cell phone and hit a contact number.

“Hey mom, can I bring someone over for dinner tonight?” and he listened to the reply. “It’ll be Wyatt.” He listened for just a couple of seconds and then said he’d be home soon killing the connection.

“You’re coming to the house for dinner, okay?”

Wyatt looked at him and smiled. “Okay.”

“Look, after dinner we can talk…I mean really talk” and Pierce stood up and looked down at Wyatt, the way his shirt hung open revealing his torso and Pierce let his eyes scan down over his body and down his legs looking at the exposed knee through the jeans, the light blonde hair that covered the skin and he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through the hole. “I should go and…let you get back to those applications.”

Wyatt stood up and as Pierce reached for the door he put his hand on Pierce’s shoulder causing him to freeze in place.

“Don’t go; not yet.”

Pierce turned and the touch was what he had wanted from the beginning, to feel Wyatt break the barrier he had allowed to come between them. He ran his hand around Wyatt’s waist feeling the smooth warmth of his skin as he pulled their bodies together and kissed. They were clumsy with each other, not sure of what the other expected. Pierce slipped Wyatt’s shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hands down the firm lean chest, over the small round nipples and down the flat stomach, feeling the firm muscle beneath the warm smooth skin. He kissed along Wyatt’s neck, over his ear as he ran his hand over Wyatt’s crotch, groping him, feeling his cock get hard.

Wyatt reached for the tail of Pierce’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head revealing his lean body with his fair skin and Wyatt’s hands moved over him, touching him, caressing him and he put his hand on the back of Wyatt’s neck and pulled them back together to kiss again.

“Come on, let’s go back to the bedroom” Wyatt whispered and he pulled back and held out his hand. Pierce took it and followed him down the short hall to the first bedroom, the one he had always called his room and when he opened the door Pierce saw the same old double bed and the mismatched nightstand with its cheap little lamp and he realized nothing had changed, not in this place, for over three years. Wyatt led him into the room and had him stand by the bed as he undid his jeans. Wyatt worked patiently as he took Pierce’s clothes off, laying each garment on a small desk opposite his bed. Pierce stood naked in front of Wyatt and he watched Wyatt ease down on his knees in front of him, reaching out to take his cock.

Pierce felt Wyatt’s hot breath just before he felt his lips touch his cock, the tongue snake out and slide up the shaft and move over the head and Pierce gasped for breath. Wyatt took his cock, roughly, teeth scraping his shaft from inexperience but Pierce didn’t care, for something about it made it better, this innocence, and he ran his hands through Wyatt’s hair. His cock grew to full erection, hard, the head quickly leaking and he pulled back from Wyatt.

“Not yet” he uttered as he reached down and got Wyatt to stand, kissing him again.

Pierce undid Wyatt’s jeans and pushed them down along with his briefs, roughly, sloppily, letting them fall to the floor as he pulled their bodies together feeling Wyatt’s warm body against his own. Wyatt pulled Pierce with him down onto the bed and they became entwined as they let their hands roam over each other, exploring each other. Wyatt was lying on his back with Pierce on top, his hands moving up and down Pierce’s torso. Wyatt was aggressive, his hands moving over Pierce’s ass, his fingers exploring down in the cleft between the cheeks and when he touched Pierced over his hole, rubbed fingers over its tightness Pierce found he was spreading his legs letting them rest on either side of Wyatt.

Wyatt dug a finger into Pierce, penetrated the tight ring of his opening and Pierce shivered with the feel of Wyatt’s finger inside him. Wyatt worked the finger in, sank it all the way inside Pierce till he felt Pierce’s hole loosen and he pressed two fingers into his hole, then three, stretching him open.

Wyatt rolled Pierce over and the two of them had to shift over to allow Wyatt to get on top for the bed was so narrow for the two of them. Pierce moved under Wyatt, spread his legs and let Wyatt move between them and when Wyatt pushed against his hole with his hard cock he grabbed Wyatt by the ass and pulled him downward till he felt Wyatt’s cock breach his hole and penetrate him.

“Oh fuck” Wyatt uttered as his cock sank into Pierce. He eased his cock all the way into Pierce and laid still a moment letting Pierce loosen to the penetration. He held Pierce by the chin and looked down on him.

“I had always imagined…you’d be doing me” and Wyatt smiled as he moved his hips upward backing his cock out till only the head remained in Pierce and he pushed forward driving his cock back in all the way.

“I’m sorry Wyatt” Pierce whispered as he moved his feet up, raising his knees letting them spread apart. Wyatt felt his cock sink a little further into Pierce’s upturned ass and he began to fuck, to move his hips in a slow steady rhythm, driving his cock in Pierce’s tunnel, feeling how his tight hole was milking his cock and enveloping it in soft warmth. The feel of Pierce underneath him, the heat of his body, the way he moved, his hands rubbing over his back and ass and Wyatt couldn’t push his cock into him deep enough.

Pierce shivered and moaned, the feel of Wyatt pumping cock in his hole stroked his desires and he clung to Wyatt, begged him to fuck him, to push it in him harder and he pulled on Wyatt’s ass driving his hips downward to sink cock deeply into his own hole.

Wyatt worked his hips, his need rising up and he drove his cock into Pierce harder, his rhythm faster and he slipped his hand up and around Pierce’s shoulders and held him tightly, locked their bodies together as he pumped his cock faster and faster.

“Oh fuck” Wyatt uttered as he pushed inward all the way, “I’m coming.” He pumped his cock in short jabs as he pumped cum into Pierce.

Wyatt pulled his cock free and shifted to the side pulling Pierce on top of him.

“Fuck me, Pierce” he whispered as he shifted underneath Pierce, letting him move down between his legs. Pierce kissed him as he ran his hand down between them sliding his fingers down over Wyatt’s cock, over his sac and downward till he was rubbing his finger over the tight opening. Pierce pushed in, penetrated the tight hole and Wyatt shivered underneath him moaning loudly. Pierce worked his finger in Wyatt, loosening his hole, and he worked a second finger in Wyatt, then a third and each time he felt the shivering body underneath him.

“Fuck me Pierce…please” Wyatt uttered as he pushed his hips downward feeling Pierce’s fingers sink into him again.

Pierce pulled his fingers out and shifted pushing his cock against Wyatt’s hole, smearing his leaking cock over it. He pushed and his cock breached Wyatt’s hole, and Pierce sank inch by inch of his cock into him. He felt Wyatt’s lips on his neck, felt them slide over his skin, and tug on his ear as Wyatt’s hands moved over his back and ass. He began to fuck, to drive his cock into Wyatt and his cock was soon sinking all the way into Wyatt’s hole.

Pierce held Wyatt tightly, almost afraid to let go, as he pumped his hips up and down, driving his cock into Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt wrapped his arms around Pierce and hugged their bodies together.

“I want on top, okay?” Wyatt whispered as he got Pierce to roll over, slowly, carefully, his cock buried in Wyatt’s ass. Wyatt got him on his back and straddled his waist and Pierce was surprised to see Wyatt’s cock was hard again, the head wet and pre-cum drooling down. Wyatt rose up and moved back down, over and over and over, riding Pierce’s cock, taking it all the way in his hole. Pierce rested his hands on Wyatt’s thighs feeling the muscle flex and relax watching the lean body exert itself, move on his cock as it stroked his desires. Wyatt took his own cock and began to stroke it, his hand moving at the same rhythm as his fuck, the rhythm of his body moving up and down. He leaned back slightly and the angle worked Pierce’s cock harder and as he watched Wyatt’s ass slide up and down, he watched his shaft appear and disappear, sinking all the way inside Wyatt.

Wyatt began to stroke his cock harder and slam his ass down on Pierce’s cock. Pierce saw how Wyatt’s body glistened in the dim light, the skin getting slick with sweat with his exertions.

“Fuck…Wyatt…I’m close” Pierce uttered, his voice reverberating with the rhythm of Wyatt’s fuck.

“Me too” Wyatt exclaimed and he grunted and his hips jerked back and forth and Pierce saw Wyatt’s cock swell up thick, the head flare out and cum blast out into his face, then ropes of it land over his chest as he felt Wyatt’s ass milk his cock and he squeezed Wyatt’s thighs shoving his hips upward pumping his own load into Wyatt’s hole.

“Goddamn” Wyatt uttered as he slowed down and eased to a stop leaning over and laying on top of Pierce. They lay still as their breathing slowed back to normal as Pierce let his hands move up and down Wyatt’s back feeling the slick wet heat of his skin. After a few minutes, just lying quietly, Wyatt leaned up and looked down on Pierce and the old smile formed on his face, boyish, innocent and he moved to Pierce kissing him gently.

“I need to go but I can come back and get you for dinner” Pierce said.

“I can ride my bike. What time?”

“Come on over around five…and bring those college papers and I’ll help you.”

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From Part 2…..

The season began and we both began discussing which players we thought might play. We each suspicioned certain players but the one neither of us suspected was the quarterback, Jake Montgomery.

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Part 3……

It was during the second game of the season. The ball was snapped and before Jake could get rid of it, he was sacked. Instead of jumping back up like he usually did, he just lay there holding his upper left leg. The trainer and I ran to his side.

We helped him off the field and into the locker room. Jim, the trainer, determined that it was a pulled hamstring and turned the treatment over to me while he returned to the sideline.

First off, I helped Jay out of his uniform and onto a table so that I could apply ice. Once the ice was in place, I scanned his hot muscular body. Afterward, as I looked into his face he smiled slightly and winked. I could feel my face turn red. I had been caught, yet nothing was said.

After the ice treatment, I suggested a deep muscle massage.

“What ever you say,” he told me, then added, “but I want to get comfortable first.”

Suddenly, he removed his t-shirt and jock. Now he lay before me totally naked, his long soft cock hanging down over his large balls.

“Flip over,” I told him. He smiled again as he glanced at my crotch and the bulge that was just beginning.

As he lay on his stomach, with his arms down his sides, I began working on the back of his thigh. After a few moments, I felt his fingers gently rub across my crotch, then move away. Instantly, my cock began to stiffen.

After a few more minutes, his hand returned and brushed against my hard cock. However, this time he left it there. His hand turned and slowly gripped my boner through my slacks. I heard him give out a soft moan. I continued with my rub down.

He continued massaging my hard cock and after a few more minutes, he suddenly turned onto his back and exposed his rock hard beautiful cock.

“I just have to see what you got inside those pants,” he said as he began unfastening my belt and slacks. As they fell to the floor, he smiled and said, “Nice. Very nice.”

Then the unexpected happened.

Jake suddenly slid down the table until his head was even with my crotch and quickly swallowed my cock and started sucking.

“OH, FUCK!” I exclaimed. It was very obvious that it wasn’t Jake’s first time sucking cock.

I waited a moment to enjoy the pleasure before leaning over and swallowing his hard cock. Hungrily, we devoured each others cocks quickly bringing each other to a roaring climax.

After we each swallowed the others load, we had a hot passionate kiss before Jake looked at me and said, “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how important it is that this be kept just between us.”

“I already know that,” I told him.

“I figured that you did, because of you and Bo sharing a house. If you and he are having sex, you can tell him.”

I just looked at him and smiled.

I had Jake in the Jacuzzi and myself put back together when half-time arrived and the team returned to the locker room. Bo looked at Jake then at me and I smiled slightly and winked. He knew exactly what I meant.

After the team returned to the field, Jake looked at me and said softly, “Next time I want you deep in my ass.”

“It will be my pleasure,” I said.

As far as everyone in the organization knew, I simple rented a room from Bo and nothing else. Often, Bo and I would be seen out on the town each with a hot woman in our company.

After getting in the car and starting our drive home, Bo looked at me and said, “Okay bud, start talking. I know from the look you gave me that something happened.”

I laughed and began telling him every detail. When I was finished, he looked at me and said, “Mother fuck! Old Jake is cock hungry.”

“I was thinking we might invite him over for dinner one night after practice.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bo replied.

A week later we invited Jake over and after dinner, I started thins off by deep throat tongue kissing Bo right in front of Jake as Bo groped Jake’s crotch. Moments later the three of us were in one hot three way.

Before the season was over, I had discovered that three other players were gay also. That totaled five players and myself that were gay. That summer, the six of us went on vacation together, camping out on some private property and staying nude for three solid weeks. Sucking and fucking were common all day. No one asked any one else if they wanted sex. We just started it and went for the cream.

For four years, the six of us had sex, then a couple of the others were traded. When ever we played the teams they were on, they would manage to meet us secretly for sex.

After two years of Bo and I being on the team and living together, we became lovers. Our life has been awesome.

THE END…………………………….

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Joshua stood up straight, his back aching from being hunched over so long, and he wiped his brow trying to keep the sweat out of his eyes. The hot summer sun beat down on him mercilessly and Joshua looked over at the trees near the fence that surrounded the pasture and notice there wasn’t any breeze, the leaves perfectly still. He drove the shovel into the ground and pulled his soaked t-shirt over his head for it was trapping heat and making him feel like he was in an oven.

The cows were standing under the shade of the trees and he cursed under his breath, knowing they probably thought he was insane, out here in the middle of the afternoon using a shovel. He had put off digging up the drainage pipe that was clogged, telling himself he’d get to it when he had time and so for months he put up with the standing water in the pasture that could take a day or so to dissipate. Last week it came one of those hard rains that dumped over two inches of water and the standing water had been bad, really bad and Joshua knew he had to do something about the clog.

The forecast was for more rain in a couple of days so as soon as the ground dried out sufficiently Joshua borrowed a neighbors tractor that had a backhoe attachment and dug as much as he could with it getting down near the pipe lying across the pasture from the low bowl shaped area in the middle of it. Then he went to digging with a shovel so as not to damage the plastic pipe anymore, hunting the exact location of the clogs and damage.

Joshua ran his hand down his chest and over his stomach pushing the sweat off his skin. He looked down at the way his jeans were soaked around the waist, the weight of them being wet making them sag down, his white boxers exposed around his waist. He felt like he was going to pass out and knew his face would be red with the heat. Looking at his watch he saw it was after two and he needed to get something to drink and take a break. He pulled the shovel up and flipped it over his shoulder, walked over to where his t-shirt lay, picking it up, and headed to his truck.

He went by his house and pulled on a clean t-shirt and headed over to the general store at the crossroads. He pulled the old three quarter ton pickup into the dirt drive and parked under the oak tree to the side of the old store. There were four other pickups in the lot and he recognized each one, all belonging to farmers in the community.

The interior was dark and cool and the other farmers were standing around the counter where the owner sat on his stool checking out his customers as they came and went. Joshua nodded toward them as he closed the door.

“Bill…Hank…Mike…Red…” and he turned to the owner, “Sam. How’s your wife doing Mike; she get over that surgery?”

Mike replied and the men began another round of conversation as Joshua pulled a drink from the cooler and leaned against the counter listening to them talk. Joshua had known these men all his life and they were at least ten years his senior. Joshua was one of the few his age who stayed in the community to farm, having taking over the farm once owned by the McKinley’s and he was farming the three hundred acres behind the house he got in the deal and the two hundred acres across the road was pasture so he had bought a few head of cattle and a donkey to keep the coyotes out. He was only twenty seven and still single to the dismay of many of the women in the community.

He looked over at Hank, who also owned some cattle, listening to him talk about the price at market per pound wondering if he should sell a couple of cows or wait. A reflection cut through the front window and everyone looked out at the old Jeep pulling up. Frank Harris was sitting in the passenger seat and his son, Cole, was behind the wheel.

“I see Frank is letting his son chauffer him around” Hank said jokingly as they watched the two men approach. Joshua didn’t know Frank very well, for he lived over in the next county but he did have one two hundred acre field nearby that belonged to his wife’s family. Cole, his son, he’d only seen on occasion and was surprised to see him grown up thinking he should still be a skinny teenager. Frank and Cole came in, Frank speaking to everyone with Cole following behind just nodding, his ball cap, the bill rolled in a tight curve concealing his eyes. They grabbed a drink and came to stand in the small circle and joined in the casual conversation.

Joshua finished his drink and paid Sam, telling everyone he had a nasty job to finish and he needed to get back to it for he didn’t know if he was going to finish before the rains moved in.

“You need any help?” Frank asked causing Joshua to stop and look back at him.

“Frank, it is digging up a pipe to find a clogged section and I doubt you want to be out in this damn heat digging with a shovel” Joshua replied good naturedly.

Frank laughed then shook his head no.

“Hell no I’m not using a shovel in this heat” and he laughed as he pointed to Cole. “But he needs to find some work to do his summer to keep him out of trouble.”

Joshua looked over at Cole and for the first time Cole looked up to where Joshua could see his eyes beneath the brim of his cap and he smiled at Joshua, mischievously, for there was something rather devilish about it and Joshua turned away and looked back at Frank.

“You don’t need him for a couple of days?”

“No, my fields are all in and now I’m just in the worrying stage. Pay him what you think is fair and don’t let him goof off too much” Frank replied laughing as Cole looked at Joshua with a strange intensity in his eyes.

Joshua and Frank talked about the work with Cole interjecting only on occasion how he would help. Arrangements made, Frank and Cole left Sam’s store and headed home so Cole could drop Frank off. He would be back at Joshua’s place as quickly as he could make it. Joshua had told Cole if he wanted to avoid the long drive back and forth he could crash at his place and Cole smiled at him, his eyebrows rising upward as he said yes, he’d like that.

Joshua got back to the pasture and quickly found he was not far enough along the pipe to get at the main clog and he fired up the tractor to dig down to the next section. He knew he had about an hour or longer before Cole would be arriving and he thought of how the last time he saw him he was fourteen, maybe fifteen. He had just got the McKinley’s place and was struggling to get started when Frank had stopped by to see what he was doing and Cole had been with him. Cole had been wearing a mesh football jersey, cut short leaving his stomach completely exposed and jeans and Joshua remembered thinking the kid was too skinny to be playing football. Frank had mention to Joshua that afternoon Cole had finished high school and was trying to figure out what he wanted to do, dearly frustrating Frank, afraid his son would be floundering around too long.

The tractor was parked, the engine ticking as it cooled and Joshua was down in the trench he had dug, where he had used the backhoe to remove the earth down to a point just above the pipe. He was using the shovel to do the final uncovering of the pipe, tossing the dirt over the side of the trench. He heard Cole pull up in his Jeep, pulling it over next to his truck under the trees. Joshua stood up and watched Cole walk toward him wearing old frayed jeans, the knees blown out and the hem ragged. He had on a tank top, with large arm holes and deeply cut around the neck revealing his upper body and Joshua was surprised at his muscular toned body. Cole wasn’t bulked up but he had good definition. He wore the cap he had on earlier pulled down low shielding his eyes from the bright intense sun.

“There’s a shovel lying by the tractor” Joshua called out and watched as Cole angled over to the tractor and then back toward him.

“So what are we doing?” Cole asked as he stood near the edge of the trench which put Joshua at the height of Cole’s crotch, the soft denim wore thin, more white than blue in places and Joshua couldn’t help but notice how Cole’s cock pressed against the front of his jeans.

“We’re uncovering the pipe that runs along here cleaning it out or repairing the sections that are damaged” Joshua replied turning away from Cole looking down and along the bottom. Joshua explained the problems and what they had to do and soon Cole was down in the trench a few feet away shoveling the soil away from the pipe. For the next two hours they shoveled away the soil, broke the connections of the pipe cleaning it out and replacing sections that were collapsed. It was hot down in the trench, the sun beating down on them and the sweat poured from their hair, ran down their faces and covered their bodies soaking their clothes. When they had the section repaired they were working on Joshua and Cole stood at the edge of the trench looking at the pipe.

“Well, I can cover this section” Joshua said as he lifted his t-shirt up wiping his face with the tail and as he brought the tail of his shirt back down he saw Cole looking at him. He ignored the stare and said he would get the backhoe and fill the trench.

Cole looked up at him, a smirk on his face.

“Fuck it is hot, isn’t it” Cole commented and Joshua was surprised at the way he talked now, so coarse compared to the way he had talked around his father and he glanced over at him seeing him lift the tank top over his head and toss it on the ground out of the way. His upper body was lean and muscular and his skin glistened in the hot sun as the sweat trickled down his body. His jeans hung low on his waist revealing the waist band of his briefs, all so wet they were hanging heavy on his hips. Cole looked over at Joshua, saw how he was looking at his body and he smiled as he ran a hand down his chest and over his stomach, slowly, raking the sweat downward. “I feel like a pig” Cole said in a low insinuating tone.

Joshua went to the tractor and began to fill in the trench wondering the whole time why Cole was getting to him, why he seemed so different now. Cole seemed so menacing in a way, threatening in a way he didn’t understand and the way Cole looked at him was unsettling, but more unsettling was the way he found himself looking at Cole. Cole was attractive, no doubt, and he could admit that much, with his light brown hair sticking out around the cap he wore and his dark olive tone skin which looked to have no blemishes, nothing, and the way his clothes seemed to hang on his body all made Cole sexual in a way that made Joshua nervous.

Cole watched him work the backhoe as he filled in the trench, his thumbs hooked in his front pockets pushing downward on his jeans till they looked like they were ready to fall to the ground. Cole would shift his stand and Joshua would glance over looking at the way he moved.

When the trench was filled Joshua pulled up beside Cole and idled the tractor down.

“I’m going to open up a trench over a section of pipe just at the break in the slope over there and then we can call it a day, okay?”

Cole just nodded his head and began to pick up the shovels and their other gear and walked back to Joshua’s truck to put it away. Joshua was sweating profusely on the tractor, there still no breeze and he pulled his wet t-shirt off and laid it over the back of his seat feeling somewhat cooler without it. He worked the backhoe in a steady rhythm making quick work of getting a twenty foot section of the ground opened up.

Joshua glance over and saw Cole watching him and why he did it he wasn’t sure but he ran his hand down his chest as he had seen Cole do earlier, raking the sweat down his skin feeling the heat of his body. He looked over at Cole and saw him bite his lower lip and tug on his crotch and Joshua wondered ‘what the fuck’ as he turned back to the backhoe.

When he had the ground opened up he pulled the tractor out of the way and shut it down. As he walked toward his truck, Cole now standing by his Jeep waiting, he was swinging his t-shirt around fanning the gnats away.

“Let’s head to the house” Joshua said as he went to his truck and Cole climbed into his Jeep. On the way Joshua wondered if it had been a good idea to let Cole stay at his house for Cole seemed, in some weird way, threatening, something about the way he would stare at him, but then he told himself that he was being silly, Cole was only eighteen, still a teenager. But there was the way his eyes stared at him.

At Joshua’s house they came up the small patio area at the rear and Joshua turned to Cole telling him to relax, they should cool down some before cleaning up and he’d go get them something to drink.

“You got beer?” Cole asked in a casual serious tone.

“Yes, but you can’t have it” Joshua replied and he saw the smirk on Cole’s face as he nodded knowing he was pushing Joshua. “I’ll grab us a coke.”

When Joshua came back out Cole was standing in the grass at the side of the patio holding the garden hose over his head letting the cool water run over his head and cascade down his body. Cole’s jeans quickly became soaking wet and slide down his hips further revealing a couple of inches of his briefs.

“What are you doing?” Joshua asked.

“I’m cooling off” Cole replied, and he held his head down and looked up toward Joshua as he held the hose over his neck so the water would run down his torso, “I’m so hot.”

“We were going to shower in a few minutes” Joshua was saying when Cole interrupted him.

“We?” and he smiled at Joshua.

“I mean…you know one at a time” Joshua quickly replied thinking Cole was just messing with him. He watched the way Cole let the water run over his body, the way his thick brown hair lay on his head, the front hanging down over his eyes. “Cole…I’ll get you towel because I don’t want you trialing water through the house.” Joshua went back inside telling himself Cole was just pushing his buttons, that this sense of something sexual was just his imagination.

Towel in hand, Joshua opened the back door, went across the screened porch and opened the screened door stepping down to the patio and when he looked up, bringing his mind back to the moment he saw Cole standing naked on the edge of the patio, wringing out his wet jeans. Joshua froze momentarily in place looking at the naked body, the way his lean muscular torso tapered down to his narrow waist, the muscles clearly showing the line between his hips and lower abdomen and his eyes scanned downward over the cock hanging loosely over the sac. The skin of his cock was dark and his sac was a little darker still, and Joshua found himself admiring Cole’s body, the lean strength of it. Cole looked up at him and smiled as he shook out his jeans. He turned toward Joshua brazenly unconcerned about his nudity and Joshua realized he was staring and quickly moved toward Cole holding out the towel hoping he’d wrap it around his waist quickly.

Cole took the towel and raised his arms using the towel to dry his hair, his arm pits exposed, the dark hair filling them adding to his masculine appearance. Joshua stood there looking at him unsure what to do. Cole pulled the towel down to his shoulders holding each end making it taunt around his neck.

“Why aren’t you married?”

Joshua looked at Cole, shocked at the question, caught off guard by this sudden topic.

“What…I mean why are you asking me that?” Joshua finally replied while his mind raced through his life of dating, the way he ended up here, on this day, twenty seven and still single when all his classmates are married, most with children. He had dated Mary in high school, for two years they went out but when graduation loomed ahead of them she began to hint then ask openly when were they getting married and Joshua felt it too soon, didn’t want to marry right out of high school. Then there was Kathy, Michele and Susan, and each time some excuse to break it off, some reason he just didn’t want to get married. Finally there was Beth, a real party girl, and Joshua liked the way she didn’t mention marriage, instead loved to go out partying and afterward the most physical sex. She did things none of the other girls would do, like let him enter her from behind. But she grew board of him and one day she was gone. Joshua didn’t know why he was single, not really, but he knew there was something else and he was waiting. But now, with Cole standing here naked looking at him waiting on his response, he was freaked out, didn’t know why he was feeling certain attractions to Cole, sexual attractions, some desire to reach out and touch him and the idea of Cole against his body, his cock sunk in Cole’s hole came into his mind and he backed away slowly from this young man, this boy with the mischievous grin…and growing cock.

“It just never worked out…ya know” he stammered.

“No, I don’t know. Did they not give you what you wanted?” Cole replied as he stepped toward Joshua making him feel threatened, anxious and he backed up another step.

“I guess it was a little more complicated than that” Joshua replied.

“Yeah…I guess it’s never simple” and Cole ran his hand down his stomach and tugged on his cock angling his head up enough to see Joshua’s expression. “I’m ready for that shower” he said in a low seductive voice.

“Yeah…come on in…and…” and Joshua just turned and walked through the screened porch and into his house not looking back knowing Cole was right behind him. He went straight to the bathroom opening the door and stepping aside to let Cole enter.

“Thanks” Cole said in a low voice as he passed closely by Joshua. He showered and a few minutes later came out calling out to Joshua the bathroom was free. He went into the guest bedroom where he had put his gym bag while Joshua went in and closed the bathroom door and got in the shower. Joshua thought of Cole and how he had been so willing to expose himself and the way he did it had a sense of sexuality to it and he kept running it over and over in his mind till he had, by the time he was finished showering, reasoned it away as Cole just being silly. He dried off and went into his bedroom where he put on a pair of boxers, a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He came out and headed toward the living realizing the house was quiet, too quiet. In the living he saw Cole on the sofa and he was wearing a white rob, the front open down to his navel. He was leaned back on the sofa and when Joshua entered he raised his head up and smiled.

“You…ahh…hungry?” Joshua asked as he looked at Cole.

“Yeah” Cole whispered.

Joshua had steaks marinating in the refrigerator and soon he had them grilled and on the table along with a salad and some potatoes. As they ate Joshua tried to make conversation, asking about Cole’s plans in the future, what college he wanted to go and if he was dating anyone and each time Cole would look at Joshua, a small smile on his lips and say quietly he didn’t know or no, letting most of their time eating remain in silence. Joshua put the dishes in the kitchen and came into the living room sitting in his chair across from the sofa where Cole was sitting.

“You want to watch some TV?”

“Not really.”

“Well…” and Joshua fell silent.

“Can I ask you something?” Cole asked as he leaned back spreading his legs making his robe open slightly. Joshua looked over at him waiting on him to ask his question and couldn’t help but notice he could almost see up to Cole’s crotch.

“What is the most exciting sex you’ve ever had…you know, the position that really did it for you?”

The question threw Joshua, the blatant sexual nature of it and the way Cole asked.

“I don’t know…lots of ways are fun” Joshua replied.

“Come on man, be honest. When you’re masturbating and you think of some experience, some position, what is it?”

Joshua knew immediately what position had done it for him the most, thought of it as soon as Cole asked the question but he was hesitate to admit it, afraid for some reason, but he looked at Cole, the fucking cocksureness of his demeanor and he leaned toward him determined to bring him down some.

“I did enjoy fucking one of my girlfriends in her tight little ass” Joshua said staring straight at Cole. He expected Cole to react, to show some kind of shock, but instead Cole smiled at him, wicked the way he held his head down looking upward at Joshua.

“Yeah, I like that too. I like the way a tight ass just milks your cock as you push into the person, especially…” and he leaned up putting his hands behind his head spreading his arms out making the robe open a little more and the tail rise up a couple of inches and Joshua saw more of his body being revealed; “…when they are moaning at the pleasure and pain of the penetration. Did your girlfriend moan a lot when you first penetrated her ass?”

Joshua was flummoxed with the way Cole kept coming at him.

“She…did some.”

Cole leaned back sliding his ass forward, hands still clasped behind his head and he spread his legs till the robe opened and his cock was visible. The robe was only gathered just below his navel, otherwise it was open and Cole liked how Joshua was looking at him. He could see the flustered expression, the anxiousness, the sense of being trapped.

“Josh…can I tell you what is better than fucking someone in the ass?”

Joshua just shook his head almost afraid to know what Cole was going to say.

“As much as I like fucking someone in the ass, I like getting fucked in the ass better” Cole said with a low voice as he reached down and tugged on his cock making it lengthen, the shaft swell up thicker. “You want to fuck me, Josh? You want to feel how tight my little hole is as you sink your cock into me?”

“What?! No…Cole I think we should call it a night and forget this conversation; all this talk…” and Joshua stopped talking as Cole got up letting his robe drop onto the sofa and began to move toward him. “Now wait a minute…Cole, stop!”

Cole came around the sofa up to Joshua who tried to stand up but Cole pushed him back into his chair. Cole straddled Joshua’s legs letting his knees slide in along the side of the chair as he moved up over Joshua’s lap.

“Come on Josh, relax, I want tell anyone. Let’s just have some fun. You know I wanted to fuck you for a long time, ever since I saw you one time back when I was…”and Cole laughed mischievously; “…younger and I think you would like it” as he ground his ass down on Joshua’s crotch till he could feel the hard cock trapped in Joshua’s jeans. Cole put his arms around Joshua’s neck and leaned to him.

“Come on Joshua, put your hands on me…feel me…feel how hot I am for you” Cole whispered as he ground his ass down on Joshua’s cock.

“Cole…I don’t think…” Joshua began but Cole put his finger to Joshua’s lips quieting him, and then he slid down on the floor pushing Joshua’s legs apart so he could move up between them. “Stop” Joshua said but there was no conviction in his voice as he watched Cole lean over his crotch and press his mouth down on his cock through the soft denim. He felt Cole breath out his warm breath through the fabric as he mouthed his cock making it grow harder. Cole worked his mouth over Joshua’s cock till the denim was wet and he leaned up looking at Joshua, his lips shiny with his ministrations.

“You can’t tell me to stop now…can you?” Cole whispered as he reached for the button of Joshua’s jeans undoing it and then sliding the zipper down. Joshua watched as Cole’s fingers undid his jeans and spread them open. He watched Cole lean in burying his face into his boxers, his mouth on his cock and he gasped for breath. Cole took the waist of Joshua’s jeans boxers and looked up at Joshua.

“Josh…raise your ass” he whispered and Joshua raised up and let Cole slide them down his legs, working them off each leg. His cock was hard and he looked down at it lying on his stomach then up into Cole’s eyes.

“You want this…me?” Joshua whispered.

Cole grinned as he lifted Joshua’s t-shirt up till his nipples were exposed and he put his mouth to the right one sucking on it, making it stand out hard and he brought his teeth to it and nipped at it making Joshua moan.

“Take your shirt off, Josh” Cole asked and Joshua leaned forward and lifted his t-shirt off tossing it on the floor. Cole held up his cock and ran his tongue up the shaft and over the head and Joshua balled up his fists tightly as his arms lay stiffly on each arm of the chair. Cole shifted up and put his lips to the head of Josh’s cock and in one smooth move sank his mouth down over it. He moved slowly, bringing his mouth up and then back down and Joshua gasped for breath. Josh watched how Cole took his cock felt the way it sank all the way into his mouth till Cole’s hair tickled his stomach.

“Jesus” Joshua exclaimed as Cole continued to take his cock and he finally leaned back and relaxed bringing his hands up and running them through Cole’s hair.

Cole lifted up and looked at Joshua while he slowly stroked his cock.

“You want to fuck me…Josh?”

Joshua looked at him and he couldn’t believe this was happening, this sex with another man…this guy he thought of as a boy. But he couldn’t focus on anything except the idea of sinking his cock into Cole’s ass and he nodded his head.

Cole moved up in Joshua’s lap, his cock leaving a trail on Joshua’s stomach as he reached back and held up his cock. Cole lowered his ass till he felt it touch Joshua, felt Joshua’s cock rub over his hole and he bore down, let his weight drive him down impaling his ass on it. It hurt at first, taking Joshua, for there had been no opening him up first, so he eased down slowly feeling his tight hole loosen slowly as Joshua filled his hole.

“Goddamn” Joshua whispered as he wrapped his arms around Cole’s ass rubbing each cheek as he felt Cole’s tight hole squeeze his cock as it slide into him. Cole soon had all of Joshua, his ass all the way down the thick hard shaft and he began to raise up and fall back down, over and over, riding Joshua’s cock. Joshua had let Cole set the pace but suddenly he reached around Cole and stood up carrying Cole against his body, his cock still lodged in Cole’s hole. He carried him down the short hall and into his bedroom and laid him on the unmade bed, tugging the cover back toward the foot of the bed. He shifted his body over Cole, held him down as he began to drive his cock into Cole, full swings of his hips thrusting his cock into Cole hard. Faster and faster he went till the bed rocked and squeaked noisily and Cole was begging him to fuck him harder, to pump it in him and Joshua wrapped his arms around Cole and hooked his hands over his shoulders holding him tightly in place as he drove his cock into him hard until he felt his need to cum, his body tighten, and he leaned down and bit Cole on the shoulder near the neck as he pumped his cum into him, forcing it deeply into his tunnel as he kept pumping his hips till he was completely spent.

When he rolled over he saw Cole had cum with it spattered over his stomach and chest and Joshua put one finger in a pool of it and rubbed it around as Cole watched him, watched as Joshua ran his fingers through another pool of cum then trailed his wet slimy finger over to another and Cole reached down and took Joshua’s hand stopping him from moving around anymore. Joshua looked up at Cole and watched as Cole held his hand and brought it to his own mouth sucking his cum from the finger. Cole brought Joshua’s hand back down and moved his fingers through more of the cum pooled on his stomach then he held up Joshua’s hand between them and Joshua leaned forward and took them in his mouth sucking Cole’s cum from them.

Cole shifted around on the bed as Joshua snuggled up next to him wrapping his arm over his waist and putting his hand on Cole’s chest feeling his heart beat.

“You really thought of…sex with me for a long time?” Joshua asked as they lay still.

“Yeah…but I always saw you with one girl or another, but this afternoon when I saw you at Sam’s and the way you looked I knew I had to try tempting you, see if you would even consider doing it with me.”

“Well…you are a temptation.”

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