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  • Decoy

    “That must be his plane now. Now, remember what you’ve been told about what your role is.” Floris Bourek leaned back in the cushy backseat of the Lincoln MKT Town Car and turned to look directly at the Lebanese beauty sitting beside him. Jamila Maloof, model thin, with long, silky auburn hair, and light-brown, flawless skin, flashed her fluorescent-blue nails in front of her face and effected an expression conveying both boredom and slight irritation. She was dressed in a scoop-necked beige shell and brown jacket over tight stressed blue jeans and fire-engine-red spike heels. She pretty much screamed of being in the profession Floris had hired her to be in.

    “Yes, you’ve told me,” she answered back, a bit pouty.

    “You’ve been paid to do it all–either with the man coming in on that corporate jet from Miami or with me–but you are only a decoy so that we can be in public all of the time and it looks like just the two of you are having a good time. But you may not be asked to do anything but have a good time. And when you are told that you need to go powder your nose, you go, and you spend some time at it.”

    “Yes, I understand.”

    “Then get rid of the pout. This isn’t going to be about paying attention to you.”

    But it was about people paying attention to her and they both knew it. As a decoy she was also to be a distraction. And to any red-blooded man, there was little doubt she’d be a distraction from anything else going on around her.

    Bourek turned his eyes again toward the corporate jet that had come to a standstill by a hangar in the private aviation section of Reagan International Airport, the not-so-international-scale airport in Virginia directly across the Potomac River from Washington, D.C. The airport had originally been built in 1941 as a transportation hub for U.S. congressmen and senators who had to travel back and forth between the capital and their voting districts frequently. It was being used now in Bourek’s business more for privacy and misdirection. The man they were waiting for had come from London, where he was based, but had flown to Miami to enter the States and on to here, rather than the larger and more alert Dulles International Airport, in the Virginia suburbs, or the Baltimore-Washington International Airport, in the Maryland suburbs.

    And there he was, standing at the top of the stairs, framed in the opening into the jet’s cabin. Ashur Khoury, the London-based international businessman of Syrian descent. The man who would be flying out again late tomorrow after business talks with Floris Bourek, talks that had to be concluded successfully no matter what it took.

    Bourek checked the photograph in the file he held in his hand to make sure the man really was who he was expecting. In this business you always had to check and recheck. Then he climbed out of the car, leaving the backseat door open, and walked over to the bottom of the stairs up to the plane. Ashur Khoury, having checked the photograph in his own file to ensure that the man meeting the plane was the one who was supposed to be meeting the plane, came down the stairs, a smile on his face and his hand extended.

    The two spoke briefly on the tarmac, each also scanning the environment to evidence of surveillance, and then Ashur Khoury climbed into the back of the town car, his eyebrows raising and his smile widening when he saw Jamila sitting there.

    As the Lincoln drove off, Bourek entered the small private charters terminal. His own car was parked at the other side of that building.

    * * * *

    “I thought the capital was a large city,” Khoury murmured as the Lincoln glided along. “Yet, we are in the country so quickly.” He wasn’t really saying this to Jamila. He hadn’t said anything to her at all, yet. He certainly hadn’t made any move to come closer to her. He’d said it in Arabic and to himself.

    So he was surprised when she laughed and answered, in English. “This is called Rock Creek Park. It’s a large park running through Washington. It’s over three times larger than Central Park in New York City. Do you know that park?”

    “Yes, of course,” he answered in English, perhaps a little huffily. “You speak Arabic.”

    “But of course,” she answered.

    Khoury frowned. He wondered if it had been wise to use a decoy who could understand them if they spoke in Arabic. But then it occurred to him that Bourek perhaps couldn’t speak Arabic. Still he was a bit unsettled that this woman could.

    Jamila took the hint that she was showing herself to be smarter than many Arab men wanted their women to be. She went silent and turned her head toward the window and watched the water tumbling through the creek bed running parallel to the road.

    But Khoury too felt that this wasn’t going as he wanted. He would be with this woman until he got back on the plane. “I thought we were going to go watch tennis,” he said in English, trying to use a controversial voice without an edge to it.

    “We are. The tennis stadium is on the edge of the park,” she answered, turning toward him and giving him a tentative smile. “Do you like to watch tennis?”

    “Yes, of course. It was on my list of how I would like to spend the day.”

    “As I was on your list?”

    He didn’t answer, and once more Jamila had the impression that she was speaking out of turn. She couldn’t help it. She was an American, born and raised in Chicago. It was her parents who had come from Lebanon. And the man’s accent told her he was Syrian. Even in the Middle East, a Lebanese woman would not be as diffident with her man as a Syrian woman would be. Bourek had told her just to keep her mouth shut and to play her part. She would do her best to do that, although there were things she naturally wanted to know. She certainly was being paid enough for two days of work to play the role Bourek was assigning her. She lowered her eyes and did what she could to look demure and subservient for the remainder of the drive.

    “The stadium looks larger than I thought it would be,” Khoury said at length, which was Jamila’s signal to look up.

    She knew nothing about tennis matches–certainly nothing about professional tournaments–and she realized as soon as the driver opened the door to let her out that she was dressed completely wrong–at least for attending a tennis tournament. Everyone else was dressed for the heat. Her flashy spike heels alone put her out of place. But then she saw the heads of all the men passing by snap around when they first saw her, and she realized that she, in fact, was dressed just right for attention.

    Bourek had told her to dress for attention. She didn’t ask him why, but she was pleased that, unwittingly, she had succeeded. She put on her oversized sunglasses while the driver handed Khoury their tickets for both the afternoon and evening sessions. They would be arriving near the end of the afternoon session rather than the beginning, but the price, even though high, was incidental to what was at stake in Khoury’s visit and his sense of well-being.

    Keep the attention on you, not on the visitor, Jamila remembered Bourek telling her, so she stood up straight, pushed her chest out, smiled broadly, and positioned herself a bit in front of Khoury as she walked beside him, his hand possessively gripping her elbow, into the stadium.

    Their seats were in a box near one of the corners of the stadium, high up in the box section. There was a group of four chairs, two in front of two. Khoury went into the bottom row first, and Jamila slipped in beside him in the aisle seat. They had entered after the fifth game of an on-serve men’s semifinal match. Jamila remained standing as long as possible before play started so that anyone looking over at them would more likely be looking at her rather than at Khoury.

    Khoury was voicing his pleasure that the players were both ones he had seen play before when Floris Bourek slipped into one of the box seats in the row behind them.

    There was no interaction between the two men during the next two games of play, but at the next sit-down and commercial break, the match being televised live, the two men stood and stretched. A third man, perhaps in his late twenties and gym-trained muscular, stopped and hailed Bourek as he came up the aisle to the top of the box section.

    The two greeted each other as if they were friends, during which Bourek touched the sitting Jamila surreptitiously on the shoulder and murmured that she needed to visit the ladies room. He made a great to do about the young man who had just appeared sitting in the empty seat beside him, but when the young man agreed to, Bourek followed Jamila out, leaving Khoury conversing with the young man over his shoulder.

    After two more games, having reached another commercial break, Bourek returned. Khoury and the young man no longer were talking, and when Bourek looked into Khoury’s eyes he received a slight shake of the head and shrugged. Jamila returned just before play resumed, leaving three men who had been following her closely to scramble to be seated somewhere before the first serve of the next game. Before the first serve, the muscular young man who had been invited to sit beside Bourek had disappeared.

    During the games, Khoury obviously wanted to talk to someone about play. But for some reason he didn’t interact with Bourek at all. He was stuck with whispering this and that to Jamila, who did her best to respond in some acceptable way, but, truth be told, she didn’t have the foggiest notion how tennis was played and was fighting boredom as much as she could. What she wanted was for the man to show some affection or interest in her or, better yet, tell her more about his business, but he seemed cold in that way. She wondered if Syrian men were all this distant with their women in public. He was a big, muscular man, and she assumed he would be forceful and possessive when they were alone later that night. But why couldn’t he show some interest in her now? He made her feel like she was just an object. The fact that she’d been paid to be that–just an object–didn’t assuage her slight irritation.

    Besides, it was hot out here in the clothes she was wearing. She leaned forward and slipped her jacket off, leaving just the scoop-necked, sleeveless shell. She smiled in spite of herself. Men all around in the boxes were looking at her rather than the play on the tennis court. At least other men here weren’t cold toward her.

    The match went three sets and ran to where there was only a half hour before the first evening match was to start. Before the last game of the match, Bourek had gone out of the stadium. When he returned he had an order of Pad Thai in a Styrofoam box and a can of beer in his hands, which he left on his chair and whispered, without looking at her, that it was for Jamila–that he and Khoury had business to discuss. To Khoury, he whispered “At the end of the lane on the far side of the Grand Stand court, which is off to our left,” and then he left. After a few minutes Khoury was gone too. With a sigh, Jamila reached back and took her meal. She’d be here alone until the next match started. But she’d never really be alone here. There were a hundred eyes watching her. But, by design, they watched her so attentively that they didn’t seem to have noticed any interaction between Bourek and Khoury at all.

    That was her major purpose here. To be a distraction and a decoy.

    They didn’t stay long during the evening session. At the break between the first and second set of the first match, a men’s doubles semifinal, yet another young man came up the aisle from below, was greeted as a friend by Bourek, and invited to sit with him. And, as before, Jamila discovered she needed to powder her nose and Bourek departed behind her. The feature of starting a new set was that the stadium was closed to returning seat holders for three games rather than two, so Bourek and Jamila were gone for nearly twenty minutes.

    The man who had appeared this time was younger than the first, and thinner, and his features were more feminine than masculine. He moved like a dancer. He also was a chocolate brown. He and Khoury exchanged words between the rows up until the break was over, and just before the match resumed, the young black man, named Jared, slipped down into the seat that Jamila had vacated.

    When Bourek and Jamila returned, Jamila was left sitting on the upper row of the box with Bourek. The four of them left the stadium for good on the next changeover two games later.

    * * * *

    Twilight was marching along although it was barely 8:00 p.m. when the foursome was broken up into three separate, supposedly unrelated segments–the couple of Ashur Khoury and Jamila Maloof and then Floris Bourek and Jared separately–who left the tennis stadium by three separate routes. Bourek had called ahead, and the Lincoln Town Car was waiting in the shadows outside the outer gate to whisk them off. Bourek took the front passenger seat and Khoury sat in the center of the backseat, between Jamila and Jared. There was a bit of touching and whispering in the backseat as they moved north into downtown Bethesda, but everyone was still a bit stiff.

    They were taken to the Bethesda Blues and Jazz Supper Club for a late meal and an early start on boozing. There was little talk at the tables as they ate. Only Jared seemed to be mesmerized by the sweet jazz sounds that accompanied the meal, and he did most of the talking, even though they had separate tables. Khoury and Jamila were sitting at one and then, at the table next to theirs, Bourek and Jared. Khoury and Jared were sitting beside each other even though at separate tables, and Bourek had to intercede from time to time when it became too obvious that Khoury was following what Jared had to say and not paying attention to Jamila. Still, Jamila and Khoury sat very close together, establishing to anyone around and not paying deep attention to them that they were a couple.

    Bourek and the driver had left the others in the car and checked the supper club out before they’d entered. He had told them that, if something looked “amiss” in the club, only Jamila and Khoury would go in. But they hadn’t found anything or anyone in the club to disturb their comfort level.

    After a couple of cocktails each and two bottles of wine, they drove back toward downtown Washington to Night Club 9:30, where they loosened up considerably in a crowded room with a hard rock band and free-flowing booze. Bourek wasn’t that worried about who might see or listen in on them in this club, because it was hard to tell in a smoky room with high-decibel sound going and strobe lights bouncing off the walls that anyone was with anyone else.

    Khoury obviously wanted to dance, as Bourek observed him from the adjacent table, moving his body and feet with the beat of the music. Bourek rose and went behind the table and barked something in the ear of Jamila, who had been just a step or two above passive all night. She shrugged, pulled Khoury up on his feet, and pulled him out to join the morass of people swaying against each other on the dance floor.

    After observing the dancing for several minutes, Bourek turned and said something in Jared’s ear. Jared smiled and left the table for the dance floor. He too had been dancing in his chair, straining at the bit to be out on the dance floor. After a few minutes, Jamila came back to the adjacent table and sat and found, without too much trouble, where she had placed her vacant stare.

    Bourek knew that Khoury and Jared would be dancing close together–and probably touching each other. He wasn’t shocked. This was part of the plan. Jamila hadn’t been a decoy just in terms of being flashy looking and being a distraction from Khoury and Bourek. It had been made clear to Bourek that Khoury wanted the company of a young man while he was in Washington. But to have gone straight to that in a date for the man for his two days here would have been to invite attention. Attention was the last thing Bourek wanted to invite during his talks to sell surplus arms to Syria through a London cut-out company. Everything about that transaction was illegal, but Khoury’s company had demanded to settle the deal face to face.

    Beyond knowing that Khoury wanted a young man, Bourek had had no idea what kind of young man. He had provided for two kinds. Khoury had rejected the athletic blond, but he seemed quite pleased with the willowy and somewhat effeminate young black musician.

    He didn’t care if Khoury and Jared were lost in the tangle of the dancers on the Night Club 9:30 dance floor and were feeling each other out. He knew, though, that Khoury would not come back to the table satisfied with the night continuing just as it was. He left the club room and went back to a more quiet hallway, where he made a phone call.

    Where Bourek had stopped to make his call was right outside the door to the men’s room. What he didn’t know was that in a men’s room stall and backing onto the wall just on the other side of him, Khoury had Jared pinned to the wall, the young man’s trousers and briefs on the floor of the stall, his legs hooked on Khoury’s hips, and his mouth open wide and sucking in air, as Khoury thrust up inside him hard with his cock, again and again and again.

    Khoury and Jared came back–hand in hand until they hit the edge of the dance crowd–to their tables and reached immediately for their liquor glasses. Khoury looked happier than he’d looked all day and showed every indication that he wanted to go right back out on the dance floor–and wanted Jared to go with him.

    Bourek laid a hand on Khoury’s arm, though, and leaned into his ear. “We are leaving–going to the next place.”

    “But we just got here. I’m having fun here,” Khoury said, showing a pouting and obdurate expression.

    “You’ll like it better at the Green Lantern,” Bourek said. “It’s a gay nightclub. I’ve already booked a private room there for you and Jared. They have some interesting toys. After that we’ll go directly to the hotel. You can have Jared for the night there.”

    Beaming, Khoury reached for his jacket that was draped on the back of a chair.

    * * * *

    Jared was lying in a black-leather sling suspended by gleaming silver chains from the ceiling of a small room with black walls, ceiling, and floor. His arms were stretched up, gripping the chains at the top corners of the sling, and his feet were in stirrups high on the chins at the bottom corners of the sling. His buttocks were raised off the surface of the sling by his own strength as he met and counterpunched the thrusts of Ashur Khoury’s cock inside his ass channel. His eyes were big as saucers and his mouth was open and slack from the effort to belt out the yips and moans brought forth by the pounding his was taking.

    Khoury, tall and beefy and a bit plump, was standing on the floor between Jared’s raised and spread legs. His naked torso was crouched over Jared’s and his fists locked on Jared’s wrists. He was staring down into Jared’s face, savoring the changing expressions from every thrust, withdrawal, and thrust of the not long, but slug-plump cock.

    Both the young black man being balled and the Syrian arms buyer balling him were having a ball.

    In the main club room, Bourek and Jamila sat at the same table, sipping their drinks, watching male strippers dancing on poles on the stage, and biding their time. It was obvious that Jamila was becoming increasingly discomforted. She had an exotic look about her that was being mistaken as that of a beautiful transvestite in this gay club, and interested men were floating around, coming ever closer to asking if she was here alone or really was with that bruiser of a sour-faced man who was sitting at a table with her but not interacting with her.

    “They’ve been in there more than a half hour,” she hissed. “The Arab is getting what he wants now. Can I go? I can find my own ride.”

    “Any number of men here would like to give you a lift, Jamila,” Bourek said. And then he laughed. “Although they no doubt would be very disappointed to find that you aren’t equipped as they wish. And, no, you may not go yet. You have been paid for two days. From your perspective, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Khoury or me.”

    “You? You aren’t the same as the Arab?”

    “Not in any way. It’s been very difficult for me to keep my hands, let alone my eyes, off you. When we go back to the hotel, Khoury will no doubt fuck the black guy again–but you, you, Jamila, you’ll be all mine.”

    “I don’t think so.”

    The way Jamila had said that made Bourek look up. The first thing he saw, over her shoulder, were two hulking men in black suits approaching the table. And then he saw the sparkle of light, reflecting off the metal badge Jamila was holding up for him to see, and he moaned.

    “You’re a Fed?” he asked incredulously.

    “Yes, FBI. I wasn’t just your decoy,” Jamila said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Floris Bourek, I’m arresting you on a charge of attempted illegal arms dealing.”

    Two burly men were hauling Bourek out of his chair. “The Syrian. Are you going to–?” Bourek blurted out.

    “We’ll just leave him to have his fun,” Jamila said. “Unfortunately, it’s not against our laws for a foreigner to buy arms, just for someone to sell them on American soil.”

    In the other room, oblivious to having lost their ride to the hotel, Khoury and Jared fucked on.

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  • Reality Check

    “Babyyyyy, wake upppppp.” Something smelled delicious, but I didn’t want to open my eyes. I draped my arm over my face, feeling Caleb’s fingertips running down my underarm, to my bristly pits. I giggled, and turned away, burying my face under the pile of pillows we slept on. “Come onnnnn, Lucas!” He pushed me lightly, and I wiggled his hand off my back. I felt him reach under the blankets, and cup my ass, massaging my cheeks lightly. “I have food for you… Or I could just fuck you right now, since you’re not wearing any underwear.” “Mmmm, I’m tired though.” I could hear my muffled voice disappear in the piles of fabric. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

    His lips trailed down my spine, and I instantly got hard. He was still massaging my cheeks, as he kissed down my back, and toward my ass. He was in between my cheeks in seconds, licking at my smooth hole, causing me to clench and release my ass muscles instinctively. He nibbled at my puckered hole, and worked his tongue tightly into the crevice. I moaned, and arched my back, sticking my ass out even more. He moaned against my soft skin, pushing a fingertip in, to accompany his curious tongue.

    He probed and tongue fucked me until I was oozing pre cum, and as if he read my mind, spun me around, quickly taking my dick in his mouth. He moved his head up and down on me, sucking and slurping at my throbbing dick. I leaned back, spreading my legs, and raising them up, arching both feet over his muscular shoulders. He was so good at this. He had one hand pressed down at the base of my dick, keeping my balls low and tight against my taint, and the other hand was fucking me with three fingers. 

    I was moaning hard, and he was getting sweaty, as he bobbed his head up and down, fucking me with his fingers. I felt cum rising in my dick, and gasped a “fuck baby,” as I shot my load deep into his throat. He choked on the first spurt, and then gulped frantically as I gushed the rest of my load into his mouth. It felt amazing, and I had to keep from crying out. I pulled a pillow over my face, moaning loudly into it. I felt him suck me dry, and let me fall out of his mouth, pulling his fingers out of me. I turned, and pressed myself into the sheets, feeling completely exhausted. He spooned me from behind, running his hand up and down my side.

    After a few minutes, he kissed my shoulder, and whispered, “now, are you ready for breakfast?” I giggled, and turned, hugging his neck. “Yes. Thank you babe. You’re so fucking good to me.” “Nah, just doing my job.” I sat up, as he got off the bed, and reached for a McD’s bag on the dresser. He pulled out a couple burritos and hashbrowns, and handed me a large organge juice. “Damn, this is nice.” “Yeah, I like being able to eat breakfast together before class.” “Yeah, it’s nice.” I smiled, with my mouth full of egg.

    The showers were packed, and we took turns waiting for a free spout. Guys were laughing and talking about holiday break plans. Caleb and eye made eyes at each other the entire time, completely oblivious to anyone else, until Chris walked in. He stood between us at one of the open showers, completely blocking my view of Caleb. He soaped up quickly, spending a split second longer on his hairy dick, hanging enormously between his thighs. He winked at me, deliberately facing me, with water shooting down his side. 

    I smiled, and turned away, before anyone would know what was going on. I finished showering, and wrapped my towel around my waist, heading back down the hall. I got to the room, and finished drying off, pulling on some boxer briefs, skinny jeans and a sweater. It was supposed to be a low of 40, so I grabbed my north face and pulled on socks, slipping into my toms. Caleb came in just as i swung my back over my shoulder, and asked me to wait. “We’re going to be late babe.” “I know, sorry, I got to talking with Chris.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, we were thinking of getting a bungalow up in the mountains somewhere, for Christmas break.” “Ah, sounds….crowded.” He laughed. ‘Baby, we’d all have plenty of room. Spending the holidays with our favorite boy.” He came up, and kissed my cheek.” “So…You want to share the holidays with Donnie and Chris?” “Yeah, why not? The spirit of Christmas I guess. But Spring Break is mine.” “OK.” I smiled, and left quickly.

    I sat up in the back row, and as the instructor began speaking, Caleb snuck in, and worked his way up the steps toward me. “I wish you would’ve waited.” He whispered. “Why? I didn’t want to be late.” “I like walking with you though.” He seemed a little irritated. “Sorry.” I rubbed my foot up against his jeans, and he playfully kicked at me. The lecture was long, and the McD’s had put me in a mild food coma. I felt myself nodding off occasionally, feeling Caleb poke at me. “Hey, babe, you’re falling asleep.” “Oh my God, it’s that fucking food. I can’t help it.” “Well, we can take a nap later.” 

    Class dragged on, and finally ended, and i got myself together, and walked out into the hall, feeling Caleb brush his hand against mine. “See you in a couple hours.” “Yeah, ok.” I smiled at him, and we parted ways. I got to my next class, red bull in hand. i felt it kicking in, and sat up, to keep the blood flowing. Chris walked in, and immediately came back to my table, sitting next to me. “Hey sexy,” he whispered. I smiled and winked at it. “Nice show earlier.” He giggled quietly. “Yeah, I thought you’d enjoy it. I had to jack off as soon as I got to my room though.” He kept his voice low, but somehow, I still felt my face getting red. “Was Donnie around?” “Nah, he was working or some shit.” Class started, and we quickly got into our routine.

    The rest of the day flew by, and soon I was stripping down, and curling up in bed. I heard the door open, and turned, to see Caleb coming in, in his workout gear. He had sweat stains down the front of his shirt, and under his pits. “Shit, babe, you’re so tired.” He leaned over me, and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to shower, and then I’ll be back for cuddles ok?” “Ok.” I yawned, and turned over, closing my eyes.

    I woke up briefly, to Caleb getting into bed. He smelled like soap, and right guard. I leaned back, breathing him in. He put his arms around me, and I was out like a light. I woke up hours later, to the sun going down beyond our small dorm window. I head the clicking of texts, and turned over to see Caleb’s face, lit up by his phone’s backlight. He looked over and smiled. “Hey babe. How are you feeling?” “Pretty good. I felt so exhausted after school.” “Yeah, well, I gave you a little workout this morning,” he smiled, and leaned over, clenching his cheek for a kiss. I propped myself up and kissed him. “Wanna grab dinner?” he asked without looking away from the screen. “Yeah, where should we go?” “You pick babe.” I reached over, grabbing his phone, as he looked up laughing. “What?” “Where, should, we go?” “You….Pick….The….Place…” He jerked his phone away, laughing.

    “Ok, let’s get Joey’s and fill up on pasta.” “Sounds good babe.” “What are you doing?” “I’m reserving a bungalow for Christmas break!” “Wait, this is  afor sure thing?” “Yeah, I told you! Chris and Donnie are in too. They already gave me money for the rent.” “How much do I owe?” “It’s a little over a hundred, but I got you baby.” “That’s generous.” “Well, it’s part of your Christmas gift.” Shit. I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to get him. A few hundred ideas scrolled across my mind, and I got off the bed, grabbing my phone off the charger. I put a reminder in for the next week. 

    Caleb got up, and walked over behind me, kissing my neck. “Do you need to get ready?” “Nah, I’m ready.” I turned, and put my arms around his neck, kissing his lips. We made out quickly, as he pushed me up against my dresser. I could feel he was hard, as always. I reached down, into the band of his sweats, and groped his thickening dick. “Mmm, fuck baby.” “Just a feel til later.” I giggled and pulled my hand out of his pants, turning away, to slip on my shoes. I got to the door, and opened it, turning to see him standing, staring at me with his mouth open, and a dramatic look on his face. “What?” “You’re just going to leave me like this?” He pointed to the obvious tent in his pants. “I’m hungry.” “Ok fine.” He grabbed his keys, and walked out in front of me, and out the door down the stairs.

    We walked down to the parking lot, passing many gawking guys, as Caleb proudly displayed his boner. I tried to pretend to text, to keep from laughing, but he was hilarious, and I love him. We relaxed in a corner booth at Joey’s, enjoying some overstuffed ravioli, parmesan chicken and alfredo, and some tortilla soup. I was stuffed in minutes. We talked more about holiday break, and Caleb showed me the layout of the bungalow and the mountains. The guys all wanted to snowboard, and then hot tub at night on the private patio. It seemed legit, but I kind of wondered what other activities the guys had in mind for break…

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  • Wet Dream

    ok I was in Algebra last week and we we’re watching a movie…….every 2 minutes someones head would go down……mine went down in the first 2 minutes because I didn’t get much sleep because I was talkin to my baby (hubby, you)n earlier that day…….. and I started dreaming…‏I went to Texas to “visit” as a friends who “moved” away and wanted to “catch up” with you…..‏so you invited me into your room to show me around and you said “make yourself comfortable” “I have to go to the bathroom”‏I started by pulling out my blankets and that and laying them on the floor making a makeshift bed (which is suprisenly (sp?) comfortable I do it all the time) and I notice something under your bed like a wash clothe or something……

    I reach down to get it and you come walking in and say “what are you doing” (in a nice but yet concerned/awkward voice) and I say “well I seen a wash clothe and magazine under your bed and I was going to pi” and you cut me off there by coming over to me and pulling me up to you and kissing me…..‏

    at first I wiggled then I got calm as you stuck our tongue inside…….then you ended up pushing me against your door then against your dresser then onto your bed (while we were moving we were undressing each other)I say “Stop we shouldn’t be doing this” (after we got undressed and were under the blankets of your bed) you said “we’ve already gone this far why not finish?) I say “because I’m afraid I’ve never done this before ,and I’m still a virgin”.‏ you cut me off when I’m about to speak again by kissing my lips and sticking your tongue in…..then we started to make out‏ I then went down and started giving you a blow job then all of the sudden your mom bursts in and says “where’s your friend at” (hence your holding me still) you then say “he went to the bathroom or downstairs or something” “he’ll be right back” then she leaves……I continue to give you a blow job until ou cum in my mouth and I swallow it all……you*

    I then move up slowly and start kissing you when I say to you “fuck me please….But be gentle and slow at first then speed up and get faster please….”

    you say “I will baby don’t worry”‏Then you move me on my back and slowly go to put your cock into my ass (I start to shake as I fell the head poking into me) I say “it’s going to hurt….I think I’m going to scream in pain…

    you should gag me sweetie” then you say “ok and you gag me with a gag ball” and I say sloppily “thank you”‏You then go back to slowly sliding into me when you get about half way in I shout out in pain…… You say “there, there John it’s going to be alright….I’ll be gentler” tears start running down my face but I don’t want you to stop…‏ You then whisper into my ear “I love you and want to thank you for choosing me to take your virginity” then you hurry and slide it all inside of me as I cry out in agony and pain….‏you start sliding in and out of me and I start to clench and moan……‏after about 20 minutes on this position you move to doggy-style and start stroking me………I keep saying (5-10 minutes into the doggy-style position) “can I cum please baby please” you say “no, no, no I’m going to keep edging you for another 5-10 minutes my slut/slave”‏(10 minutes pass by and you finally let me cum) My load goes shooting onto your bed my chest your chest your head board and pillows……….you start going in and out faster and faster…….‏you say “i’m going to cum! i’m going to cum!!!‏you then cum inside of me and I clench forward as every (8-10) gushes of your load go into my aching hole……you fall onto your bed and I fall beside you……I then begin to kiss you but then your mom yells “Shane Ryan supper’s ready come down and eat” so we get up and get dressed…….then we went down to eat and I came out to your mother as being bisexual and you then came out to her as being bisexual…..(she was shocked but supported us)……(we never told her that we had sex in your room)…….

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  • Nate and Geo

    Damn this work out is brutal today. Geo my trainer is working me especially hard this afternoon and I’m having a tough time keeping up. I’ve been working out at this gym for a few months and Geo has been my trainer from day one and I’ve enjoyed working out with him 5 days a week. My muscles are screaming and the sweat is pouring off my body in buckets. I guess I shouldn’t complain because I told Geo I wanted tough work outs to get the intended results. But fuck my body is aching this afternoon. Geo is an excellent trainer, he’s tough but he’s also very kind and respectful. He’s a quiet guy with a gentle smile on his handsome face. His body is well sculpted but not massively ripped like a lot of the muscle heads here at the gym. Geo and I are the same height and same age. At 45 he understands an older mans body and that its not a 20 year old working out.

    Ok Geo I’m done I said as I wiped the sweat from my face. I can’t take anymore today as I slammed my tired and aching body on the floor and leaned against the wall. Geo came and sat next to me. Are you ok? he asked. Panting I replied yea but right now I don’t know if I love you or hate you. He hung his head down and then looked over at me with a sad face and replied, I hope you don’t hate me. I know the work outs lately have been tough but you wanted results and from what I can see you are looking real good. No I don’t hate you I scowled as I threw my sweaty towel at him. He laughed and threw it back at me hitting me in the face. Come on lets get showered and get out of here. Its the weekend and no gym and working out for two days he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We walked to the locker room and showered. This gym is a beautiful gym and the locker room is like a spa and very clean with private showers. I showered and got dressed and walked out to the lobby and grabbed a smoothy before leaving.

    As I was walking out to my car Geo jogged up to me. Nate he said as he lightly panted. Do you have any plans tonight? Nah I was gonna head home and do some laundry and veg out on my sofa and watch some TV tonight, why? Ummm he stammered. How about coming over to my place for dinner and we can hang out for the evening he asked. That would be great but are you sure its ok for you to fraternize with clients I asked? Geo looked at me and replied, There’s nothing in the rule book stating I can’t hang out with a friend he replied with a smile. Well I replied, if you are sure its ok then yea I would like that. Great Geo said, how about around 7:00pm? I’ll be there I replied. Should I bring anything? Just yourself and a smile he replied. Ok see you at 7. Oh one more thing Nate, No talk of the gym or working out!!! Lets just relax and unwind.

    I got in my car and smiled. Sure didn’t expect that I thought. Geo is a really nice guy but I can’t figure him out. Was this a date or just two friends hanging out? Geo is certainly an attractive guy and someone I’d really like to get to know but I’m not sure if he’s straight or gay. Either way it would be great to hang out with him.

    When I got home I did a few things around my apartment. Emptied the dishwasher and took out the trash and sorted my dirty clothes to wash. It was getting later so I decided to shave and get ready to drive over the Geo’s. For some reason I was getting nervous and I shouldn’t be. I’ve know Geo for almost a year and we did hit it off.  It was great that he considered me a friend. So I shaved and fussed with my hair and decided to wear my old faded jeans which fit me well and a shirt. Just keep it simple I thought to myself. Geez I feel like a kid in high school going on a first date I laughed to myself.

    Finally it was time to drive over to Geo’s place. It was a warm September evening so I opened up the sunroof and the wind tossed my hair down over my forehead and gave it a messed up look. Oh well I thought I kinda like that look. After a 20 minute drive I pulled up to Geo’s house. It was out in the country a bit. Its a smaller log cabin type home with lots of trees in the front yard. I could tell he spent a lot of time in the yard keeping everything looking great. Ughhhh I said to myself. Why am I getting nervous? Its Geo my trainer for crying out loud.

    Nervously I rang the doorbell and Geo greeted me with a smile and welcomed me into his home. Come in he said and offered me a beer. I hope you are hungry he asked. Man whatever you are making sure smells good I replied. Fridays are my junk food night, well sort of. Hope you like burgers, fries and a salad? I laughed and said, I thought you were a health food nut. Geo smiled I am most of the time. But some times I get in the mood for a good burger. We both laughed and drank our beers while the burgers cooked on the grill.

    Geo gave me a tour of his home which was really nice and simple. Its not much he said but its mine he said. You have a very nice home I replied and comfortable. Thanks he replied, I’m glad you like it. The burgers were done and we sat down to eat and had great time during dinner. It was really good to get to know Geo as a friend and not just my trainer.

    After dinner we cleaned up. Geo was finishing up putting the dishes away and I sat down on the most comfortable old leather sofa. My body sank into the soft leather and I put my arm across the back of the sofa and put my feet on the ottoman and relaxed. A few minutes later Geo came over with a couple of beers and sat next to me. We picked out a couple of movies to watch and Geo started the first one. A cheesy comedy that was just Gawd awful but we laughed thru it. The next one was a crime drama which we both like. A few minutes into the flick Geo laid his head down in my lap and stretched his legs out on the sofa. Instinctively I dropped my arm down and rested my hand on his chest. Geo looked up at me and smiled as he turned a bit to watch the movie. My heart was racing as I felt his chest under my hand. But I relaxed and pulled him to me and held him against my body.

    We watched the movie which was kinda boring and slow and at one point we both dozed off. For some reason I woke up and noticed it was close to midnight. Geo’s shirt had risen up and exposed his stomach and my hand was gently caressing his body. I looked down at him and smiled. Geo is a great guy I thought as I watched him sleep. His dark happy trail leading down thru the top of his pants leading to gawd knows what. I reached up and caressed his face admiring how he looked. So handsome and peaceful. Gently I woke him up. He looked up at me and yawned and smiled. Hey Geo its late and I need to get going. He kept looking at me. Please stay with me he said, just stay, stay the weekend with me. His eyes pleaded with me. He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I wasn’t prepared for this, staying over. Not that I didn’t want to but I was sort of shocked I guess. I’d really like to I replied but I didn’t bring anything with me. Geo smiled and replied, I have everything you need, toothbrush, shaving stuff, and you can wear my clothes since we are the same size. I really don’t want you to leave he added as he held me tighter and turned his head to nuzzle my belly. You know Geo, I didn’t expect any of this but I’m glad you invited me over and yes I will stay with you. All weekend. I looked down at him and could see his eyes tearing up a bit. He knew I noticed and quickly wiped his eyes and sat up.

    I’ll get you some things you will need tonight he said and left for the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back and said that he had laid out towels, wash cloth and tooth brush for me. I thanked him and went in and got ready for bed. Damn I’m nervous again. Its been so long that I’ve slept with anyone, several years in fact. I looked in the mirror as the water warmed. What am I doing I asked myself. Whats happening here? I washed my face and brushed my teeth and took a much needed piss. Afterwards I walked into Geo’s bedroom and he was already in bed. I could see he was naked from the waist up but I wasn’t sure if he had anything on below. Geo turned over and watched as I took off my pants and shirt. I kept my tidy whities on and crawled in bed next to him and laid on my back. Neither one of us said anything until Geo laughed and said this is really nerve wracking. I looked over at him and laughed and put my arm around him. Damn someone had to do something. I pulled him close and he snuggled up next to me and put his arm around me.

    Geez Geo you sure surprised me today I whispered. I never expected any of this. Neither did I he replied. But I’m glad it turned out this way. We settled in next to each other. Our legs intertwined, his body was half laying on me and I could feel him relax. Wow what a day I thought as I stroked his hair, feeling his body relax as we drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night our sleeping position changed to spooning. Geo was behind me and wrapped around my body holding me gently against his body. I smiled  because I could feel his manhood pressing against me. I fell back asleep in his arms. Still amazed.

    The next morning I woke up and heard the shower running. Damn I had to take a wicked piss but I didn’t want to intrude on Geo. But what the heck we are both guys and I had to really drain my bladder. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and stood there pissing, I looked over at Geo in the shower and he was bent over looking out the window. I admired his muscular back as the water washed over his black skin. He was still looking out the window when I finished pissing. Something came over me and I walked over and opened the glass door to the shower. He hadn’t heard me and I startled him when I put my hand on his shoulder. As he turned around I took his face in my hands and kissed his thick luscious lips. He put his arms around my waist as we kissed. My tongue parted his lips and found its way into his warm mouth and tasted and teased his tongue and he mine. I could feel my cock quickly getting harder and I felt his rise and throb against my body. After we pulled away from that intense kiss we both must have been stunned as we stared into each others eyes. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first time we met I said as my body tremble against his. Nate I feel the same way and I wished that this happened sooner but I was too afraid because I didn’t know how you would react and I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. And I’m sorry for working you so hard lately, I had to do something to get my mind off you and concentrate. We both laughed as we showered and explored each others body.

    After we showered I quickly put on a pair of briefs and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Hey Nate, Geo said as he came into the kitchen. What are you doing? I wanted to take you out for breakfast. Sorry but I wanted to make you breakfast instead I replied. But you are my guest Nate and I should be doing that he said as he walked over to Nate. Well my friend I replied as I put my arm around his shoulder. Looks like you don’t have a choice as I stirred the eggs. Geo gave me a look as I smiled at him. Suddenly he shoved his hands inside my briefs and started to massage my hairy balls and I sprung a boner for him. Damn boy you better be careful there because I’m really horny this morning. Oh yea he replied as he started stroking my cock. Geo continued stroking my cock and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass while I cooked breakfast. Fuck he was making me crazy. Then he kissed me on my neck and pulled his hands out of my briefs. Time to make the coffee he snickered. There I was bone hard and pre cum making my briefs wet.

    Geo went over to the counter across from me and started the coffee maker. I watched him for a couple of minutes. Damn he is hot I thought as I watched him. While he was making the coffee I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tightly against my body and humped my cock against his ass. I can’t wait to take your black ass I whispered to him. He pushed back and replied, I’m gonna take your white ass as well Nate. With that I pulled his boxers down in the back to expose his butt and placed my throbbing cock in his ass crack. Again he pushed back into me. I want you Geo, you have no idea how much I want you. Ggodd he felt so good. It wasn’t just his body that felt good it was Geo himself. I’ve liked the guy since we first met. I kissed him and pulled up his boxers so we could eat breakfast. Neither one of us wanted to pull away.

    We started eating breakfast and talking and I noticed that Geo had become quiet and wasn’t talking much. Hey you ok I asked. Geo looked down at his plate. Yea I’m ok but I’m just a bit scared of a relationship. Not just with you but anyone. The last couple of guys I went out with turned out to be idiots and I don’t want that to happen again. So how long has it been since you dated anyone I asked. Its been a least 5 years I think he said. Hmmm thats a long time I replied. How long for you Geo asked. Umm I think 4 years. But I stopped counting because I basically gave up. Geo stared at me for a few minutes. So what changed your mind he asked as he got up and started to clear the dishes. I got up and helped him with the clean up. Wow what a question that  I replied. Geo laughed, no I’m serious. What changed your mind? First off Geo lets just let the dishes go till later. We need to talk a lot.

    When we sat down on the sofa to talk I wanted to set some ground rules about our conversation. Listen I don’t want to hear any of the sordid details of your past relationships I stated and I’m sure you don’t want to hear about mine either. Those are in the past so lets just leave them there. Ok Geo replied. I agree with that. So what is it that is bothering you I gently asked. Geo look out the window and then back at me. Its nothing he replied. Nothing really important. Yea I don’t believe that for a minute and you know it I replied. Geo stared at me for a few minutes. Listen Nate, I don’t know how to say this with out it sounding terrible so please hear me out. That’s fine Geo, you can tell me anything. I could tell he was struggling with what he wanted to say. I reached over and put my hands on his shoulders and hoped he would feel more relaxed.

    Its the race issue he finally said. What race issue I replied. You mean the fact that you are black and I’m white? Yes, well sort of he replied. Sort of? Do you have a problem with me being white? No no Geo said its nothing like that. Its just that a lot of guys have this strange image about the “Black Myth”!! The black myth? I replied. Whats the black myth? Geo started to laugh a bit. Come on Nate don’t make me say it. You know the myth that black men supposedly have huge cocks. There I said it. We both laughed at that one because it was really funny. The black myth I repeated….I never heard of that one. Well its true Geo said, a lot of guys and it seems especially white guys seem to think that all black men are hung like a horse. And as you very well know I’m not. With that I fell back in the sofa and started to really laugh. Not at Geo but the entire subject. Geo got up in my face, See I knew you would laugh at me. I knew it. You think its funny but its true. Hmmm I thought he’s very serious about this. Wait Geo I wasn’t laughing at you at all. Its just that its ridiculous that’s all. You mean to tell me that you went out with some guys and when they saw that your dick wasn’t hanging to your knees they weren’t interested in you? Yea you got it Geo replied. I pulled him a bit closer to me but he resisted a bit. Geo that is fucked up. I don’t care if you aren’t hung like a horse I said as I peeked into his boxers. But let me tell you something. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Nate I’m serious. I don’t want to start anything with you if that is all you want.

    Look, I’m not those other guys you were with. I’m me, Nate. Yes I can clearly see you are black but I see more than the color of your skin. And just for the record I like the color of your skin. But more importantly mister, I like you! Maybe I shouldn’t say this but I probably like you more than I’m willing to admit. In fact I don’t want to date anyone else. Just you. You have always treated me with respect and kindness and I like being around you. Nate, Geo interrupted, no wait Geo. Do you know that if you are off at the gym that I won’t train with another trainer? Yea I heard that he replied. Do you know why? Its because I wanted to be with you. I feel so comfortable with you and I well I must admit I missed you when you weren’t there. And you know what else I like? I love your beautiful skin, I love your eyes and your incredible smile. I love the hair on your chest and your treasure trail. I pulled Geo closer to me. I like the way you feel against my body. I love the way you smell, even when you are all sweaty from a work out. You know what else I asked as I looked into his eyes. I love your lips….as I kissed him and pulled him down on top of me. Geo collapsed on top of me and we made out for quite a while until we needed to come up for air. Geo looked at me and told me how much he liked me and wanted to be with me for so long. Nate I’ve never liked or cared about anyone as much as I do for you. Geo looked me right in the eye when he said that and he got me. OMG my eyes welled up and that’s not supposed to happen. Oh man you got me Geo. Man I’m falling in love with you and I know you feel the same don’t you I said. Yes Nate I do. Yea I’m falling in love with you he said as he kissed me. And wow did he kiss me. I could have blasted off a load right then and there.

    After a few minutes Geo got up and said lets get dressed and go for a bike ride. Hey I thought you said no working out this weekend. Well you are right I said that but I meant at the gym. Come on Nate as he pulled me up. A bike ride will do us both some good. I’ve got some bike shorts for you to wear. Geo pulled me up off the sofa and we went into his bedroom to change. He tossed the bike shorts and a shirt to wear for the ride. Damn you have a hot ass I exclaimed when he pulled off his boxers. I grabbed him and pulled him down on the bed and attacked him, kissing him all over his body. He was laughing but he pulled off my briefs and there we were completely naked and boned up. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Finally we managed to get dressed and headed out for a bike ride.

    It was a beautiful sunny day and the temperature was perfect for a ride. We had a lot of fun riding thru the country side and into the woods. After a few hours we headed back to the house. By then we were both smelling quite ripe and sweaty which for me was a turn on. When we got inside we stripped off our clothes and tossed them into the laundry and headed for the shower. By the way Geo said, I’m taking you out for dinner tonight and its on me and I don’t want any arguments about it. So is this a date I asked? Yea I guess it is and I hope we have many more dates he replied as he turned on the water. I leaned against the shower wall and pulled Geo to me and kissed him while I soaped up his body and kissed him. He gasped when I took his cock in my hands and felt his balls. With the water pouring down on us I whispered in his ear, I love your black cock. We both laughed but he really does have a big one, not horse hung but it was awesome. Now it was time for him to wash my body. His hands were all over me as he lathered me up. I turned around so he could scrub my back. Geo slipped his hard black cock into my ass crack and started to stroke my cock. Just wait till my black cock is deep inside of you white boy he whispered in my ear. Just wait. I moaned feeling his cock sliding around and teasing me. You know your a tease Geo. You love it don’t you Nate. Yea I do love it and I love you too. Damn I said it. I just told him I loved him and I meant it. Right then he turned me around and looked at me. You really love me Nate? You mean it? Yea, umm yes I mean it Geo. He just looked me. I, I, umm I love you too Nate. Geo took my face in his hands and kissed me. Man can he kiss. We stayed in the shower till the water ran cold. We got out and dried off and dressed for dinner. Hey I’m glad you and I are the same size I said. Geo laughed, yes it is good because you dress like a white boy!! Hey whats that mean? Nate, I’m kidding with you. But you white boys need to…..Need to what I said as I smacked his ass. Nothing I’m kidding he laughed. Come on lets go I’m hungry he said as he quickly ran to the car. I got in the car and pressed him about his comment. Omg Nate it was a joke, I just wanted to get you going. I know I replied with a smirk. Geo pulled out of the driveway and headed to the restaurant. So where are you taking me I asked. To my favorite restaurant and I hope you like it. Oh great what do they serve Chittlins and Collard Greens? Geo just looked at me and was speechless. I busted up laughing at his expression. Nate you know that was down right racist he said. Yea and your comment about white boys wasn’t I laughed. Looks like you been had buddy. Gotcha! We both laughed as we drove to the restaurant. We arrived at the restaurant and I jumped out of the care and jogged around to Geo’s side and opened the door for him. When he got out I put my arm around his shoulder as we walked across the parking lot. Hey you know what else I like about you Geo? I’m afraid to ask he replied. No, seriously I love that you like to laugh a lot. I have a lot of fun with you I said. Ditto that he replied. And by the way. I’m so glad you asked me to stay for the weekend. Ahhh Nate its my pleasure and I’m glad you stayed as well as he kissed my cheek. We had wonderful dinner and no Chittlins and Collard Greens. I found out that Geo actually hates that dish and when I found out what it was I don’t think I would either.

    After dinner we walked out to the car. Hey Nate how about going to see a movie tonight, its still early. I looked at Geo as I walked up to him. Kissing him I whispered how about we just go home. Mmmm what do you have in mind Nate? I think you know what I have in mind baby. Geo put the car in drive and drove as fast as he could to get home. When we got inside we attached each other, tearing of the others clothes like two crazy men. I pushed Geo down on the bed and go on top of him, pinning him down. Grinding my hard cock against his. Feeling his wiry black cock hair brushing my balls. My tongue was down his throat as I wrapped my body around him, then licking his hairy arm pits which drove him wild. Geo was squirming beneath me as our bodies meshed together in ecstasy. It was pure man sex. I released his arms which he wrapped around me and flipped me over on my back and took my cock in his mouth and positioned his cock over my face. Fuck his man scent was so strong and made me crazy. His big black hairy balls were dangling in my face. I took his ball in my mouth and rolled them around in my mouth. Geo moaned which turned me on even more. Damn I took his cock which was dripping pre cum in my mouth and felt him slide down my throat. His pubes were brushing around my lips and face. I could feel his cock getting harder but I didn’t want him to cum yet so I pulled off his cock and licked his taint and then my tongue dove into his ass hole. My tongue was darting in and out of his hole which made him rear up and sit down on my face. Holy fuck I could have a exploded when he let me have his hole.

    We were thrashing about in pleasure when I turned onto my belly and offered up my ass to him. Damn if he didn’t spread my ass open and eat my hole till I was begging for him. Wanting him to fuck my body any way he wanted. Geo tongue fucked me silly, leaving me breathless with every jab of his tongue. Oh gawd it was incredible what he did to me with his wild tongue. He licked up and down my ass, up my spine till his body was completely on top of me. I could feel his cock sliding in between my ass crack. Nate he whispered hoarsely. I want to give you what you want right now, I know you want me as much as I want you and with that he slid his black cock into my wanting hole. He didn’t ask he just took me. I want to make you mine he groaned as his penis found its rightful place within my body. Geo didn’t rest inside of me and began immediately fucking me. His pubic hair was brushing hard with each thrust deep inside of me. Oh fuck, fuck me Geo, I tried to grab hold of my cock by he pushed my hand away. I don’t want you to cum yet he demanded. Let me fuck you till you see stars Nate. He wasn’t being mean or gentle. He was fucking me like a man should fuck another man. Fuck me I groaned as he cork screwed himself into me which caused me to arch my back and rear up. Damn you hit my nut, keep doing it and don’t stop. Like this he said as he thrust in and out of me. You like that? Ahhh fuck yes, don’t stop keep fucking me.

    Fuck Nate, I can’t hold out any longer he groaned. I could feel his cock throbbing and getting harder and harder and his body began to quake. Nate, Nate, fuck man I’m gonna cum in you and I could feel his black man seed shoot up inside of me which immediately set off my own orgasm. I reared back as Geo held onto me and shot my cum all over the headboard. He kept thrusting into me and damn I did see stars. We both collapsed on the bed and Geo was still on top of me with his cock still in me. Slowly and gently thrusting in and out of me, bringing me down from my orgasm. He pulled out of me and rolled over on his back and we both laid there in exhaustion. I reached over to pull him close to me, laying face to face. We were both soaked with sweat, Geo kissed me gently and held me close while our breathing returned to normal. Geo glistened with sweat all over his black skin as I rubbed the sweat on his chest, down his stomach and then on down to his wet cock and sweaty balls. My body was full of his seed inside of me.

    Come on Geo we need to get a shower and clean up. Yea we sure did make a big mess in here. Damn look at your cum on the headboard he laughed. I took his hand and pulled him up off the bed and headed to the shower. We showered and went back to bed and fell asleep quickly. All I could think about was how I was gonna take his black ass in the morning.

    Sunday morning I woke up around 9am and laid in bed while Geo was sleeping. Oh man he was sleeping on his stomach and wasn’t wearing anything. I watched him sleep for awhile as I played with my cock. Damn I want him so bad I thought to myself. Finally I moved over in between his legs and started to lick his muscular butt. I tried to resist his slightly furry ass crack but I couldn’t. My curiosity got the best of me. Parting his ass cheeks my tongue began wondering his crack, licking up and down and all around. I could see a slight grin on his face appear. Mmmm Nate what are you doing he said softly. Whats it feel like I’m doing I replied with a sly grin as I licked the rim of his hole which made him moan in pleasure. There is nothing better than eating a man’s ass in the morning I thought to myself. His morning musk turned me on. I loved the taste of his man hole as I plunged my tongue inside of him. By now Geo was moaning louder and pushing back against my tongue. Fuck I was eating his ass and tongue fucking him and making him crazy. His entire ass crack and hole was soaked with my spit as I dove into him. Nate he screamed breathlessly, you are making me crazy and I want you, take me and make me yours. I got up on my knees and stroked my cock harder and lube up his hole. My cock was throbbing at the entrance to his body as I teased him. Nate please fuck me man, just do it, come on white boy fuck me he begged. My cock was throbbing and wanting him. Dammit Nate fuck me he cried out again and with that I plunged my cock balls deep into his black ass. Geo slammed his face into the pillow and groaned. Damn you ass is so tight I said when I began to thrust deeper into him. My hairy balls banged against his taint which sent him into a pleasurable moan. I fucked him hard and deep with such passion like never before. My orgasm was building up in my body but I didn’t want to cum yet. Not yet because I wanted to enjoy him and give him what he wanted. Nate he moaned let me on top of you so I can ride your cock. Geo reared up and threw me off onto my back. He climbed on top of me and slammed his body down on my cock. Geo rode my cock like a broncho while I met him with my thrusts up inside his body. Our eyes met as he rode me with intensity and passion. The sweat was pouring off his body and dripping all over me. My hands were on his hairy black chest playing with his nipples. Sitting up I took his left nipple in my mouth and the other in my fingers. The taste of his sweat running down his chest and his hard nipple was more than I could take as I bit down and squeezed his other nipple. Oh fuck Nate he screamed as he threw his head back causing him to ride my cock harder and faster. I kept biting down on that nipple. Damn I found what this guy likes. Geo tried to take his cock in his hand but I slapped it away. Please Nate I need to cum, I can’t take it anymore he groaned. Fuck man you are torturing me. Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me.

    Knowing I was torturing him I took his throbbing black cock in my hand and began to slowly stroke him. His muscles tightened up around my cock and I knew he was close to cumming. I stopped biting his nipple and watch his cock as I stroked it while he rode my cock. Suddenly Geo grabbed my hair and forced my face on his chest. Fucking bite my nipple Nate and bite it hard. Doing what he demanded I bit down hard on that nipple and immediately I felt him tighten his ass muscles around cock so hard I couldn’t hold out. Fuck Geo Fuck I’m gonna cum. Cum in me Nate, give me all your love he screamed as I shot my hot load deep inside of him. Oh fuck Nate I can feel your hot cum he said as he grabbed onto me tightly as he shot his juice all over my chest and in my mouth. The sweat just poured off of him as I continued to thrust up in him. Oh my gawd Nate he panted, please stop I can’t take it he grimaced, I kept pumping in him. Please stop he begged as I hadn’t stopped stroking his cock. Fuck Nate you gotta stop he begged as he grabbed my face and kissed me. Holy fuck Nate he panted and held me tight against him. Ok ok I’ll stop, I just wanted to get every drop out of you. I relaxed and laid back on the bed and Geo fell on top of me with my cock still in him. We were soaked in sweat and cum as we laid there panting and enjoying the after glow or our orgasms. My orgasm was so intense my balls ached in pleasure from the release. My cock was deflating and slipped out of his tight hole with a pop and he relaxed down on top of me. Damn Nate, I love you so much and now we belong to each other. I don’t want to this to ever end, never.

    After we calmed down we showered and got dressed. Both of us were starving and decided to go out for brunch. After brunch we went back to Geo’s and it was getting time for me to leave. Plus my brother Chris had called and said he was stopping by my place this evening.

    Around 4pm it was time to leave and neither of us was happy about it. But I had to get some laundry done and ready for work the next day. So Nate when will I see you again he said sadly. I looked at Geo and he had such a sad look on his face. I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. Well I said, tomorrow at the gym of course. Yea I know but you know what I mean. Other than the gym. I don’t know, I guess we need to figure it out. Geo thought for a moment, I meant what I said about not wanting this to end. Neither do I, not ever. But the fact is I have my apartment and need to get some things done. Yea I know he replied and I understand. Plus your brother is stopping by. I haven’t seen Chris is a couple of weeks and we are close. He understood but he still looked sad as I gave him a hug and kissed him good bye. Maybe we can stay at each others place during the week I suggested. Would that be ok with you I asked? Yes Geo replied, yes it would be. But I’m gonna miss you terribly tonight he lamented. Well I’m gonna miss you tonight as well. More than you know.

    Driving home seemed to take forever and I missed Geo already. Finally I arrived home and started my laundry and waited for Chris to get here. Chris knocked on the door a few minutes later and it was so good to see my little brother.

    So Nate, where were you this weekend he asked with a grin. His question startled me but I replied I went away for the weekend and visited a friend I said nervously. Chris looked me with that stupid smirk of his. So who is this friend? He’s my trainer at the gym. Geo. I think you met him there. No I’ve never formally met him but I know who he is. Ummm did you have a good time with your friend Geo? Knock it off Chris and yes I had a nice weekend. Teasingly Chris asked how good a time? I shot him a scowl. Your an asshole I said jokingly. Hmmm from your reaction I think this was more than to friends hanging out. Shut up asshole I yelled. Chris laughed and punched me in the arm. I know there is more to this weekend because I can see it in your face. Come on big brother tell me.

    I looked at Chris as I sat down. Your not gonna stop with the questions are you I replied. Nope not till you tell me he laughed. And I know there is a lot to tell. Oh by the way Nate, you seem different, like you are happy. Really I replied? Yea otherwise you would have tackled me by now he laughed. Chris sat down next to me and I knew it was hopeless. Chris has a knack of getting me to tell him everything. I don’t mind because I knew he could keep his mouth shut even though he would tease me relentlessly. Ok so Geo asked me to dinner at his place Friday night and it turned into a weekend. Chris looked at me, sooo you stayed with him all weekend? Yes all weekend I replied with a smile. Chris’s eyes grew bigger. Did you kiss him he teased. Thats it little brother as I grabbed his ear. I’ve told you enough. Come on Nate, tell me more, but you don’t have to tell me the nitty gritty details. Are you gonna see him again? Yes Chris I’m gonna see him again tomorrow at the gym and probably afterwards. At least I hope so. So my big brother is in love? Dude please this is all so new to me so please don’t tease me about it. Well? Are you? Chris pleaseeeeee I begged. Yes ok Yes we are in love with each other. Awww Chris said I am so happy for you Nate and I won’t tease you about it. Really I am happy for you. Thanks Chris I replied that means a lot. So when do I get to meet Geo he asked. Oh I don’t know, probably soon. Great I can’t wait to meet the guy that makes you happy.

    Chris left and I finished my laundry and got ready for bed. Laying in bed I flipped thru the channels but couldn’t find anything to watch. Ugh now what I thought. Suddenly my phone rang. Hello? Hey Nate, I just had to call and tell you how much I miss you. I miss you too Geo. This is harder than I thought it would be. Yea I know Geo replied with a sigh. Sure wish you were here with me he added. Man I wish I was there too I replied. So how about packing a bag and staying with me tomorrow night I asked. Geo laughed, I’m already packed. Are you serious? Yes I’m serious Nate. There is now way I want to sleep with out you. Geez Geo knows how to get to me. My eyes were flooded with tears. You really like me that much I replied. Nate, you know I like you and you also know I love you very much. And I know you feel the same about me. Yea I do I replied. Ok Nate we need to get some sleep and I’ll see you at 4pm tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be dreaming about you. I love you Geo.

    Ugh I’m so glad Geo called to say good night. Now I can fall asleep easier I said to myself. Work the next day seemed to drag on and on. I couldn’t wait till the end of the day and get to the gym. Finally I was on my way to the gym. Geo saw me walk in and he came right over. Hey you how you doing today he asked. I’m doing much better now that I’m here with you I replied. Geo smiled. Look just because you are my boyfriend doesn’t mean that I’m gonna go easy on you here are the gym. Keep that in mind! I just laughed and went and got changed. Damn Geo wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t take it easy on me. You think you can let up a bit I growled at Geo. Come on Nate you can do it. Just a few more reps and we will be done. Then we can get out of here and get something to eat.

    My work out was over and I showered and dressed and met Geo out front. Oh by the way I said. My brother Chris is meeting us at my place. He really wants to meet you. I hope that’s ok. Of course its ok Nate. I’d love to meet him. Let’s take him out for dinner with us. Ugh I said he’s such a pain in the ass and I know he’s gonna be making all kinds of remarks. Geo laughed. Nate he’s your brother and its his job to tease you. But its my job to tease you in a different way he grinned. Chris was waiting at my place when we arrived. I introduce Chris to Geo and they hit it off right away. I was really glad for that. Even though he’s my younger brother he’s quite protective of me. So the three of us went out for dinner and had a good time. Chris couldn’t resist teasing both of us but it was all in fun.

    Over the next few weeks we were back and forth between my place and Geo’s. Chris loved to hang out with us and I have to admit it was great to have him around a lot more. Hey Geo, Chris said. I just want you to know that I haven’t seen Nate so happy before. I’m glad the two of you got together. I don’t know what you are doing to him but he’s just so happy. I looked over at Geo and smiled. Umm Chris do you want to know what Geo does to me I said with a smirk. Chris looked at the two of us and noticed we both had smirks on our faces. Fuck no I don’t want to know and I’m outta here. Both of us cracked up as Chris left and went to his place. Come here Chris I said. You do know that you asked for that one. With all the teasing you do it was bound to happen. Chris laughed, Well I’m glad you both are happy but I don’t need any of the sordid details. Are you sure you don’t want to know, Geo teased. Geo and I grabbed Chris and hugged him and kissed him. Poor Chris didn’t know what to do so he bolted. We laughed when he rand out the door. Geez Nate you are good at getting him to leave Geo said. Yep I sure am. A few minutes later both of our phones dinged with a new text message. We looked at our phones and read the text from Chris that said. “I love you both but you are both assholes” We laughed even more at the text.

    Come on Nate lets go to bed. I’m beat and I know you are as well.

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  • How I met my boyfriend!!

    This is a story of how me and my boyfriend met……It was one day when I was walking home from school it was Friday the 13th, which is suppose to be a really, really horrible day…However it tunred out to be one of the best days of my life…How you may ask? well it was one of the best days of my life because I seen my boyfriend the love of my life…Anyways it was the last day of school for spring brea when everyone uqsually comes to our town Homer Michigan for our annual parade and that…..anyways let me get started lol….I was walking home from school like I have been doing for the past 5 years all by myself….(My boyfriend is 17 or (sixteen) I think) and as I was walking I couldn’t stop staring at this one boy who was sitting outside one of the local hotels. (Edmond’s Homer Inn)..I kept thinking to myself “omg…omg…Omg..Omg….OMg…OMg..OMG..OMG” he’s sooooo cute….I quietly thought to myself (go up and tell him that you think he’s cute) But I shook my head and told myself “No he might not even like boys” (sigh)…..Then I walked the rest of the way home but when i had got to the end of the hotel/motel I turned arounde because my mom had stopped bye after work and seen me walking and decided to see if I wanted a ride and I said “sure”…well as I was getting into the car I noticed that the boy was getting up and was going to start walking towards me….I didn’t realize this however until after my mom had started to pull out of the drive way…..I started thinking to myself…”OMG” ” was he really coming toward me? NO it could’nt be poosible he was just walking back to the entrance of the hotel/motel..” (I would soon find out that I was soooo totally utterly wrong).. My mom and, I got home and she started to cook supper and, I told my mom about the boy and she said “Ryan what are you? a girl? are you bisexual or gay son?” I said “NOOO I’m a boy and I’m straight mom….I was just pointing out that Angela might be interested in him..” (I started to blush then which wasn’t helping me) My mom then said “But son why are you blushing then?” I said “I”M NOT….ermmm..nevermind bye mom”.. I ran up to my room and, fell asleep…..(DING, DING, DING) (DING, DING, DING) Isuddenly woke up and seen that my clock had said it was 9:30 I said “oh shit” (I had woken up 1 hour late) SO I hurried to my closet and, had found some clothes. I then went to my bathroom and took a quick shower…After this I did my hair went down stairs and, ate some breakfast my mom haqd made and, I said “bye mom love you I’m off to help with the parade”..She said “bye hun see you later”..(I then arrived at the parade/fair).I seend my band teacher….I walked over to her and said “Good Morning Mr.Grouch….Mr.Ryan Longworrllo reporting for duty” Mr.s Grouch said “Hello Ryan today you will be walking around and, asking people if they would like / raffles. “ok thank you” I said….I started walking around the fair grounds..by 11:00 AM I had only been their for 30 minutes and, I had sold about 100 50/50 raffle tickets. I was walking around saying “Get your 50/50 raffle tickets here..5 for $50 or 200 for $200” when all the sudden I froze right in my tracks when I had seen the same boy from yesterday Friday the 13th…. I hurridly turned around and, started to walk the other way..When I heard someone yell for the raffle boy…so I had to go to that person and ounce I was done tending to that person the boy was right next to me and, said “can I ask you something uh uh Ryan (looking at my nametag)” I then said “yeah sure” The really cute boy said “Are you the same boy from yesterday who was walking home from school? when your mom picked you up from by the hotel?” I then got as white as a ghost and stood frozen saying “why yes that was me…” The boy said then “My name is Ryan Halloworth…nice to meet you..I seen you were staring at me yesterday..It looked as if you were thinking of something and, very hard if I might add lol… I was going to walk over to you to hand you this..(a piece of paper with his phone number 9898207498) I think you’re cute..” I stood their and fainted while saying “thanks haha” I woke up and it was 5 pm the parade and, fair had ended… I was home in my bed and, I found the piece of paper with his phone number on it…..So I went and texted the number that Ryan had given me… I texted [Hey it’s Ryan Longworrllo…the raffle ticket kid from the parade/fair…] about 10 minutes later I got a text saying [Heyyyyyy….uhm listen I really, really like you…me and my family are moving up here…I was wondering if you would want to go out sometime..like on a date? also maybe have some fun at your house afterwords?] I replied [Sure I’d love to haha..would tomorrow at 3pm work?] …….about 5 minutes later I get a reply stating [yeah haha meet me at the fair grounds?] I replied [yeshie] then In went to bed….I woke up at 10:00 AM sharp and, realized I had a date tonight and, that I had to get ready…so I went and took a shower…It was 3 pm before I knew it and, I was at the fairgrounds with Ryan… Let’s just say that the date was fantastic and I loved it…..It lasted until 8pm and, he got to stay at my house for the night…We we’re both in my room..when all of the sudden Ryan turned to me and, he started to get closer…I stayed still not moving…The next thing I know me and Ryan are making out on my Dresser, COmputer Desk, Entertainment Center, Wall, Closet Doors, and lastly my bed.. Ryan had pushed me down onto my bed gently… I then stopped him and said.. “Ryan wait I don’t think we should do this…we just met and, all…” Ryan then stated ” Ryan we love each other don’t we?….besides I may have to leave soon and you were explaining to me about how you wanted to loose your virginity to me….” “yes we are in love Ryan…and yes I did tell you that…continue please babe” I had said….
    Ryan was then pulling my clothes off and I had started to pull his off we were undressing each other…when I muffled “Ryan you have condoms and lubricant right?” He replied “of course babe I want to do this gentaly and nice”….I stated “Thanks hun”….we were making out when we then decided to get under the covers…I had went down and started giving him a blowjob…. when all the sudden my mom and dad walked in the door…. :$ :$ :$ :$… I kept sucking his cock.. My parent’s said “Ryan where is Ryan? and Why are you in his bed? and why do you not have a shirt on?” Ryan replied “Mrs. and Mr.Longworrllo Ryan wen’t to the basement to get some cokes and snacks for us…I’m in his bed because he said I could be..and I normally sleep in just pajama pants..” they replied “ok well when Ryan gets back up here will you send him out to the living room for a few minutes please? your welcome to come if you want..” Ryan then replied “will do Mrs. and Mr. Longworrllo…” They shut the door and started to walk away… I had come up out from under the blankets Ryan had cummed inside of my mouth… I said “Ryan get in my bottom shelf get my gag ball, dildos, vibrators, and, lubricant and condoms out…” He replied “okkkkie” He then got into my bottom shelf and got everything I had asked him to get… He then started kissing my neck again and, I said “Ryan take the gag ball and put it in my mouth…the take my straps and tie me to my bed…then tie a vibrator to my cock then I want you to start putting my smallest to largest dildo in my ass to help stretch me out….I also want you to put my ball sack ring on and also to moan…. He did as I told him to..He was moaning I was moaning when I said “Ryan take them out fuck me FUCK ME!! take my virginity dominate me make me your slut your whore….” He said ” Oh Hell Yeah”..He then pulled out my 12.5 inch dildo ,and put on a condom and lubricant and put his big 14 inch cock all the way in… I shouted “I want you to cum in cum in me” he replied “okie”….Ryan pulled out after 20 minutes and untied me and retied me doggy style….He put his cock back in and I kept moaning as so was he.. (uh ohhh uhhh) about maybe 30 minutes in the doggy style position I said muffledly “R-Ryan I’m foing to cum…Can I cum master?” He said (while stroking me) “NO I’m going to edge you for 10-20 minutes longer slut”….in the next 20 minutes Ryan had edged me about 40 times before he let me cum… I said with a muffled voice “hing hing ohhh OMG (while panting)” I had cummed all over my bed, my chest,my wall, Ryans clothes…and my family pictures…..(thank goodness they were in frames”…. Ryan kept on rocking the bed from pounding my ass in and out at a rate of about 30 miles an hour….after about 30 more minutes Ryan said “HING HING OMG ( while panting fastly)” I felt about 20 huge gushes of his semen rip threw the condom and, go up in my ass……I was then untied and, he said “I love you” I said “I love you and, lets do this again tomorrow”…………………… That Ladies and Gentlemen is how Me and My boyfriend met on Friday The 13th….The best Day of my life..

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  • Awareness

    Parker drove around for hours cutting through four counties with no destination in mind, for he was in shock, his mind a complete jumbled mess. He couldn’t sustain any logical train of thought. It was late by the time he drove into the parking lot of his apartment complex in town. He scanned the parking lot as he drove in fearful of seeing Eli or Hunter waiting for him and relieved when the complex was its normal Saturday night.

    Inside his apartment he found himself standing for several minutes at the refrigerator trying to make himself eat something but in the end he grab a beer and closed the door. He moved to the window and looked out into the night, watched a few cars or trucks come and go then he sat on his sofa staring at the black screen of the television. He reached for the remote and ran his finger over the on switch but left it off. He looked over to his old desk against the wall where his computer sat with the light green showing it was on but the monitor black in its sleep mode. He stared at it for a long time telling himself no, don’t go over and turn it on but he couldn’t stop himself. He was a grown man who could do what he wanted and he wanted to go online so he sat in his chair and brought up the internet.

    Twelve miles outside of town in the small farm house Eli rented he lay facing Hunter, the two of them on his bed. They had had sex earlier then fell asleep. Eli had woke first and he had ran a finger over Hunter’s face, lightly tracing the line of his jaw, the way it curved around, then he moved over his chin feeling the stubble of his beard beginning to come in again and he traced over the bottom lip and then the upper. Hunter wasn’t fully awake when he brushed at Eli’s hand trying to swat away at what was being a nuisance to him in his sleep.

    Eli sniggered and ran his finger down Hunter’s nose causing Hunter to open his eyes.

    “You awake” Eli asked in a sarcastic tone.

    “I am now” Hunter replied and he grabbed Eli’s hand and threatened to bite the index finger.

    Eli looked surprised then smiled as he watched his index finger disappear in Hunter’s mouth where he felt it being sucked on. Hunter pulled it slowly out of his mouth sucking on it all the way. The warm smooth feel of it was enticing and Eli put his other hand to Hunter’s chest and slowly let his fingers graze the skin as he moved them along Hunter’s body, over his chest, stomach and through the pubic hair over his cock where he combed through it, circling them over Hunter’s cock. Hunter pushed forward with his hips desperately waiting to feel them on his cock. Eli moved to Hunter and kissed him as he let his fingers moved along Hunter’s growing erection. He wrapped them around the shaft and stroked it to full erection as they kissed.

    Hunter rose up pushing Eli on his back as he moved on top of him. He pushed down between Eli’s long legs and ground his cock against him. Eli wrapped his legs around his waist and hugged their bodies together. Hunter pumped his hips and felt his cock move over Eli, slide along his ass and when he pressed against Eli’s opening he felt his cock penetrate through the tight ring and sink into him.

    “Hunter…” Eli uttered as he felt Hunter’s cock sink into his hole.

    Hunter eased inward, slowly till he had all of his cock sunk into Eli and he lay fully on him savoring the feel of their bodies locked together. Eli hugged him tightly as they kissed with long gentle touches of lips on lips, on necks, around ears and along jaws. When Hunter pressed his lips to Eli’s again with urgency he rose up and began to fuck, to drive his cock in Eli, pumping his hips up and down. Eli put his hands on Hunter’s waist to feel the movement of his body, the undulating motion of his fuck. Hunter’s pace slowly increased till he was driving into Eli hard, rocking the bed and both of them grunting.

    Hunter heated up, his skin hot to the touch as he kept up his pace and Eli felt the rain of sweat as Hunter drove his cock faster and faster into Eli. Soon he was driving in short jabs, hard fast thrusts and Eli knew as well as Hunter that Hunter was going to blow. Hunter stabbed inwardly hard and held still as he pumped out his load.

    Hunter always sweated a lot when he was on top for he threw everything he had into his fuck and when he was spent they both went into the bathroom and got the shower going. Once the water was hot the two of them moved under the spray and Eli began to bath Hunter, to run his hands over his skin, rubbing around his neck, down his chest and stomach around to his back and finally down to his cock, his sac and finally his ass, running soapy hands along cleft and quickly sinking fingers into his hole.

    Eli moved behind Hunter, pushed him gently against the wall and drove his cock into his ass, sinking it all the way in one push. He held Hunter against wall as he fucked him, driving his cock through the soapy cleft feeling the suds run down his own legs as he drove inward each time.

    “Fuck…fuck me” Hunter cried out and Eli held him by the waist and drove into him harder, faster, his pace unsustainable and he soon began to pump his load into Hunter.

    After showering the two of them lay on the bed, both spent and exhausted and as they settled against each other Eli, then Hunter drifted off to sleep.

    Parker watched videos, looked at pictures and even browsed a chat room watching the conversations unfold, the hookups, the teasing, and the way some just talked. But it was the videos he kept going back to over and over, especially the ones where guys enact a scene of one being forced to have sex, scenes of one holding the other down or tying hands behind their backs or the darker scenes, ones of bondage and masochist sex.

    Parker struggled to remove his clothes as he watched, and he tossed each garment on the floor as he removed them till he was naked, his cock standing up erect with the head wet and slick. He stroked it slowly at first watching one scene unfold to its climax, then he switched to another of a guy tied to the floor on his knees and getting fucked hard in the ass. The bound guy is moaning and grunting as his body rocks back and forth. Parker strokes his cock faster, in rhythm of the fuck on screen and when the guy fucking the bound one on the floor pulls his cock free and strokes off across the guy’s back and ass Parker comes too spraying his load over his chest and stomach.

    His cock stays hard and he slides his slimy hand up and down it slowly as he switches to another scene, and another, stroking his cock till he cums. How long he is at his computer he doesn’t know but he watches videos masturbating until his ejaculations are just cum beading up at the slit which he smears down the shaft keeping it slick.

    He collapses on his bed and doesn’t care the cum that was trickling down his chest and stomach stain his sheets nor does he care when he slips one hand, the slimy one, under his pillow as is his habit, feeling it lift up his head slightly putting him in a comforting position. He is so exhausted, spent from masturbating that he falls asleep unaware of the sunlight beginning to filter through his blinds into his room.

    It is nearly two o’clock in the afternoon before Parker wakes up. He feels like he hasn’t slept at all even though he barely moved all morning up to the time he woke. He took a hot shower, got dressed and headed to a fast food joint north of town at the interstate interchange. He sat in back and ate his burger and fries and the greasy food tasted so good to him since he had ate very little the day before.

    Back at his apartment he swore he wouldn’t turn on his computer that he’d watch television instead but within an hour he was sitting in front of the monitor watching porn videos. After a few minutes he switched to a chat room determined not to masturbate so soon in the day. He built up his courage and began to chat with a few guys and after a while, him being so timid and standoffish, most of the guys stopped talking to him but one kept up the conversation. They went back and forth for over two hours.

    Parker parked in the parking lot of the old motel that was outside of Moresville on the old truck route. The parking lot was about half full of pickups and old cars and in back sat several tractor-trailer rigs. It was nine o’clock that night and he was waiting on his chat line contact to show up. He sat drinking straight from a bourbon bottle, so nervous he kept threatening to start up and leave. But he sat, watching each vehicle that entered looking for a black Freightliner without a trailer to pull in. He told himself he could leave any time and all that he was going to do was hang out with this guy for a while, just talk, but then he told himself he could stay out as late as he wanted since he began the graveyard shift at the mill tomorrow night and could sleep during the day tomorrow.

    He actually reached for the keys when the rig pulled into the parking lot and flashed it lights as it pulled by him heading to the rear of the property to park. Parker sat waiting, anxious, nervous, his inner turmoil so great he felt sick but all too soon a man stood in front of him. Tall, broad shouldered with a goatee, he looked to be forty or so with an overnight bag strapped over one shoulder. Parker rolled down his window and leaned out.

    “I’ll go get my room key and be back in just a few minutes” the man said. He walked toward the office and when he went through the illuminated circle of one light pole Parker could see the tattoos down each arm, the thick muscled body within the casual clothes he wore.

    Parker rolled up his window and got out, locking the doors and he went and leaned against the front end, fidgeting in place, his eyes scanning his surroundings constantly looking for someone that knew him, someone who could be his accuser, who could tell everyone how he was at this cheap motel hooking up with some trucker he met online. He continued to drink from the bottle of bourbon, long drinks each time, trying to build up his courage.

    The man came back out and motioned for Parker to follow as he walked down the sidewalk in the front of the rooms. Near the back the man unlocked a door and went inside leaving it open. Parker got to the door and went inside. The man had his bag opened rummaging through it.

    “I’m going to take a piss then we’ll have a little fun” the man said as he headed to the bathroom.

    Parker paced nervously, wondered what he should do while waiting. Should he just wait, take off his clothes and be naked; should he have his cock hard already. He looked in the mirror at his reflection seeing instantly the anxiety. The man really had to go for he was taking a long time. Parker felt like running and knew he had to start this whole encounter in some way or he’d flee the room. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly, fumbling with a few buttons and slipped it off. He unfastened his jeans as he kicked off his shoes. Soon he stood in just his t-shirt and boxers. He couldn’t bring himself to take those garments off. He picked up the bourbon bottle and turned it up again.

    The man came out and looked at Parker and he smiled. He moved to Parker, grabbed him roughly by the neck and kissed him. Parker was rigid at first but he quickly relaxed to the man’s kiss. Pulling back the man turned Parker around and pulled their bodies together. Leaning to Parker’s ear he nipped at the lobe as he ran his hands over Parker’s chest, stomach and down to his crotch.

    “I’m going to enjoy fucking you” the man whispered as he squeezed Parker’s cock painfully and Parker felt it grow erect.

    Parker leaned back against the man, his eyes closed feeling the way the man’s hands roamed over his body and manipulated his cock. He felt both hands move up his torso and come to his neck. The jerk downward was so quick he barely felt his t-shirt pull against his neck just before it tore down the front. The man pulled at it roughly till it was shreds, only the back and sleeves remained. He reached down and took the boxers at the fly and pulled them apart ripping them open. Parker’s cock sprang free, almost completely erect as he let a moan escape from deep within.

    The man pushed Parker on the bed face down. Parker lay there, not moving, as he heard the man take off his own clothes. It seemed to take an eternity but suddenly hands were on his ass, rubbing over each cheek. Then they grabbed the remnants of his boxers and jerked them down his legs. The torn t-shirt was pulled down his arms pulling them to his back. The man used it to tie them together and for a moment Parker panicked worried about being tied up but when he felt the hands back on his ass, rubbing over the bare skin, spreading them apart and raking fingers down the cleft touching him there he buried his face into the mattress and moaned.

    Then he felt the unshaven cheeks and goatee touch him between his cheeks, then the hot breath and finally, shockingly, the man’s tongue touched him there, flicked over his opening, the rubbed at it making it wet and slick. Parker pushed his ass up pressing it to the man’s face as he felt the tongue work his hole open and rim around its edges. Parker’s fear was falling away as he began to want to feel more in his hole, something bigger, something that could really penetrate him; something that could fuck him.

    The man moved up on the bed over Parker and he could feel the man’s legs move between his own pushing them apart. A hand came down on the side of his head, a large hand that covered nearly all of his face, and it pressed down on him holding him in place. Then he felt it, the blunt head of the man’s cock at his hole, pressing against its tightness, pushing till he stretched open letting it breach the tight ring of his opening and he cried out.

    The man laughed as he sunk inch after inch into Parker.

    The man began to fuck, slowly at first, pushing all the way in and pulling back till only the head remained inside. He fucked in full long strokes letting Parker feel every inch of his shaft slide through his opening. The fuck grew in intensity, and the man’s hips began to move faster and faster till Parker was rocking back and forth grinding his own cock into the mattress. The bed began to rock and squeak and Parker began to grunt and moan with the feel of his first fuck, the feel of the man’s fat cock boring into his hole, deeply, penetrating him roughly. Parker’s cock was so hard beneath him and he felt every move his body made as the man slammed into his ass.

    “Oh…oh…oh…fuck me…” Parker uttered as he felt the man shift his position over him driving his cock downward from a different position. Every push down drove Parker’s cock into the mattress. His cock ached it was so hard and he wanted to cum, needed to cum like he had never wanted to before and he began to push upward with his ass trying to get more of the man’s cock into his hole. The man fell into a hard fast rhythm, driving inward deeply slapping his hips down on Parker’s ass. Parker felt his cock pump into the mattress with the man’s fuck, rocking back and forth and he couldn’t take it, the stimulation, and his cock swelled up and the cum surged through it pumping out beneath him.

    “OH” Parker cried out as he ejaculated into the mattress. He felt the way his hole spasm with each ejaculation as the man’s cock piston in and out and he pushed up hard with his ass. The man slammed down into his hole, all the way and he shivered, grinding his hips against Parker’s ass as he filled Parker’s hole with his cum.

    The man pulled out of Parker and wiped his slimy cock against Parker’s ass. The man stayed on the bed down between his legs and eventually ran a hand up each leg, along the sides of his waist and soon the man was over Parker again. There were no preliminaries this time, just the feel of the man’s cock at his hole and the sudden push inward, all the way.

    Hunter was driving one of tractors across the pasture heading to the back property line. A section of fence was damaged by a fallen limb and he was headed down to repair it. As he crested the hill half way back his cell phone began to ring. Pulling it from his pocket he saw Parker’s name on the screen and he hesitated, wondering if he should answer it or not. He stopped the tractor and idled down so he could hear.

    “Parker?”

    “No not exactly. Just call me an acquaintance. Your friend here is in no condition to drive and I need him out of this room before eleven o’clock” the strange voice said as Hunter listened. Hunter asked few questions instead just got the name of the motel and what room Parker was in.

    Hunter got the tractor back into the barn, told his father he had to run an errand and took off. On the way he called Eli and told him about the phone call, how Parker was in some motel and needed someone to go get him. Eli offered to come but he was on the opposite side of town and Hunter said he could handle it.

    The parking lot was nearly empty when he arrived and he noticed it was after ten thirty already. He parked in front of the room and went to the door finding it unlocked. He opened the door slowly with his eyes following the sunlight as it moved into the room. He had to catch his breath when he saw Parker, afraid he was seeing the worse. Parker was naked on the bed lying on his stomach with his arms tied behind his back. Hunter thought the worst for a moment then he saw Parker open his eyes, blinking them trying to see into the sunlight.

    Hunter closed the door and flipped on a light. At the bed he could see the dried cum flaking off Parker’s ass and he knew instantly what had happened here last night. Parker had met a strange man in this cheap motel and let the man use him.

    “Oh Parker” Hunter said more to himself than to Parker who had closed his eyes mumbling in his sleep. Hunter went around the room gathering up Parker’s clothes, finding the torn boxers and the empty bourbon bottle. He picked up Parker’s jeans and checked for his wallet and keys, which were in the pockets. He untied Parker’s hands and made him wake up. It took nearly all the time they had to get Parker dressed. Hunter tossed the torn undergarments and empty bottle in the trash and led Parker out to his Cherokee. He made Parker get in the back seat and lay down hoping he wouldn’t throw up on the way back into town. Eli and he would come back later and get his truck.

    All the way home Parker apologized and rambled on and on, most of the time not making much sense and Hunter told him to go to sleep, he was still out of it and they’d talk later. At Parker’s apartment Hunter got him inside and made him take a shower then crawl into bed. He knew Parker had to work that night and he set an alarm clock for later than afternoon, wrote ut a note about him and Eli would go get his truck later and left.

    Eli and Hunter didn’t hear from Parker the rest of the week and they knew working the graveyard shift was part of the reason. But they had talked about what happened all week and by default their own situation. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a low profile. When Saturday arrived, Eli and Hunter went to Hunter’s parents first and sitting in their kitchen finally after nearly half an hour of listening to the latest news came out to them. Hunter’s parents were upset at first then after long periods of silence with only a few questions or comments his mother came over and sat next to Hunter and looking out the window into the rear yard admitted they had suspected as much for some time. There had been little clues every since his junior year.

    Relieved that the outcome had been better than expected Eli and Hunter went to Eli’s parents next to let them know the situation. It wasn’t as good for Eli with his parents really upset, so much so, Hunter pulled Eli up and got him to leave telling him to give his parents time to think. It was Sunday afternoon when Eli’s parents drove over to his house and standing in his small kitchen told him they didn’t really understand but they could live with it if it made him happy.

    Just having their parents in the know made Eli and Hunter relax and each wonder about their future with a sense of hope about it. The following Wednesday night they decided to go to the bar and soon found themselves at a pool table, Eli playing while Hunter watched. Eli made several tough shots and when he went for a shot requiring two banks and got it he turned to Hunter without thinking.

    “Did you see that?” Eli cried out as he hugged Hunter. Suddenly both realized what they had done and when they looked around the table everyone was staring at them.

    “I knew it” Debra said, one of the women who hung out with them and she shook her head sniggering. Two of the men grabbed up their beers and went over to the bar without saying anything. Raymond, standing at the wall waiting his turn stood up.

    “You guys…are together…like in a couple?” Raymond asked.

    “Yeah…you got a problem with it?” Hunter asked.

    Raymond busted out laughing, “Oh hell no, I could care less, but it does explain a lot.”

    “Well, I have a problem with it” Edward, one of the guys from town said as he started toward the bar.

    “Anyone else have a problem with it?” Parker asked as he stepped into the area of the pool table with a beer in hand. No one said anything as Eli and Hunter looked over at Parker surprised for they had not seen him come in.

    The tension around the pool table died after Edward had left and soon Parker was setting up the balls for play as Eli chalked up his cue stick. As they played Parker apologized to Eli and Hunter and told them what had happened last week at the motel and how he didn’t know how he felt about it. He admitted to enjoying the sex but still felt an attraction to women so he felt confused by it all. By night’s end they were sitting around a table having a beer and talking like before about events going on in town, the latest gossip and what the rest of their week held in store.

    Parker sat back glad that they were back to the way things were before and he let his eyes scan the room and saw most others in the bar were busy talking in groups, or playing pool or just hanging out at the bar. He did notice Kenny sitting three tables away and how Kenny looked away every time he looked toward him. Kenny was the bar loner. Everyone knew him and he would hang out with one group or another, even playing pool at times but he didn’t socialize with anyone outside of the bar. Parker knew he was a local who still lived in town but no one seemed to really know him. Everyone just assumed he was shy, a loner, and never bothered to try to really get to know him. But the way he kept staring over at Eli, Hunter and himself made Parker wonder if there was more to it.

    Kenny was short and thin, and looked years younger than his twenty-two or twenty-three. Parker knew he was a year or so older than his twenty-one. For the rest of the night Parker would glance Kenny’s way catching him looking at them. Parker drained his beer and asked Eli and Hunter if they needed another as he got up to go the bar.

    “No, I’m good” Eli replied.

    “Me too, I’ve had enough” Hunter added.

    Parker went to the bar and as he waited he turned and leaned back scanning the room deliberately looking toward Kenny last. He saw Kenny look away as he had all night. Kenny drained his beer, stood and headed to the men’s room. ‘Gotcha’ Parker thought as he flipped a few bills on the counter, grabbed his beer and headed toward the men’s room.

    The men’s room was small with the wall hung lavatory and watercloset sitting next to each other on one wall and along the side wall at the other end a urinal hung on the wall. Kenny was at the watercloset and Parker could hear the stream hitting within the bowl as he moved to the urinal. Kenny glanced around when he walked in and now he stood rigid facing the wall as he finished. Parker stood at the urinal, deliberately a step back further than normal holding his cock out through the fly of his jeans letting the stream hit noisily into the urinal. He glanced over at Kenny watching his shoulders and arms move as he put his cock back into his jeans and zipped up. Kenny washed his hands, picked up his beer and turned around and Parker saw Kenny glanced down at his cock freezing in place for a moment.

    “Hey, Kenny, you still work out the Chevy dealership?” Parker asked trying to keep Kenny in the toilet.

    “Uhh, yeah, I’m still working there” Kenny replied as he glanced down at Parker holding his cock.

    “What do you think about Eli and Hunter” Parker asked, lowering his voice.

    Kenny rocked on his feet, looked at the door, then over to Parker.

    “It doesn’t matter to me…I mean a guy should be able to do what he wants…ya know?”

    Kenny sounded so anxious, almost scared as he kept looking from the door to Parker. Parker finished and turned as he put his cock back in his jeans letting Kenny have a full on view. He zipped up his jeans and went to the lavatory passing Kenny so close he bumped into him.

    “You ever considered doing something like that?” Parker asked looking in the mirror at Kenny who had turned to watch him.

    “What? I…well…I don’t know…” and Kenny suddenly moved to the door, “I have to go” he said as he bolted out the door.

    ‘Not so fast’ Parker thought as he tossed the paper towel and grabbed up his beer. He came into the bar and saw Eli and Hunter leaned over close talking, the other patrons playing pool and hanging out as before, and he saw the front door closing knew it was Kenny who had just exited the bar. He made his way toward the door motioning to Eli and Hunter as he walked through the bar.

    “Hey guys, I’ll catch up with you later” Parker called out as he passed close by. Once outside he scanned the parking lot looking for Kenny, spotting him walking toward an old hatchback at the far end of the lot.

    “Kenny, wait up” Parker called out as he caught up with him. “Why are leaving already?”

    “I…got bored with it” he stammered.

    “Yeah, there isn’t much going on I admit” Parker said and then he leaned in close as if to keep someone from overhearing him. “Although Eli and Hunter have livened up the place don’t you think?”

    Kenny hesitated before responding. “I guess” he said.

    “What do you think about the two of them together?”

    “It’s okay… I don’t care” Kenny stammered and Parker saw the nervousness.

    “Hey you want to swing by my place. I’ve actually got good beer in the frig and we can have a nightcap before calling it a night.”

    “I don’t know… I should be getting home” Kenny said but he didn’t sound convincing.

    “Oh come on, just one drink” Parker prodded.

    Kenny hesitated a moment then nodded his head yes.

    “Alright; just follow me.”

    Kenny stood in the living room looking out the window as Parker grabbed a couple of beers. He was nervous, wondering what Parker was actually up to with his talking about Eli and Hunter. Parker came back into the living room and handed him a beer.

    Clicking bottles together Parker called out cheers and the two of them took a long swallow each. Parker made light conversation at first, of work or the latest gossip in town but once he saw Kenny actually relax a little he struck again.

    “You ever wonder what Eli and Hunter actually do together?”

    Kenny’s eyes grew wide and he stammered for a second.

    “I…assume they do what gay guys do…ya know?”

    “Have you ever thought about those things?” Parker asked moving a little closer to Kenny.

    “No! I mean…I’ve wondered what they…”

    “Come on, ain’t ya curious…just a little?” Parker whispered conspiratorially.

    “Have you?” Kenny responded, growing bold in his pushing back.

    “Yeah, I’ve wondered about” Parker replied and he moved a little closer to Kenny, “and I’ve actually tried it.”

    “You have?” Kenny asked.

    “Yeah…let me grab us another beer” Parker replied heading off to the kitchen before Kenny could say no. Kenny didn’t ask about Parker’s confession when he came back with each of them a beer. He just stared out the window.

    “Kenny…it’s alright ya know” Parker said in a low calm voice.

    Kenny just nodded his head then looked over at Parker and the anxiousness was apparent by his expression. He started to say something then turned away again. Parker stepped back and sat down studying this person in his living room. Someone he had known casually for years but now, looking at him like this he realized how little he really knew him.

    “Sit down Kenny…relax. It’s okay” Parker said.

    Kenny turned and started to the arm chair but he looked at Parker and hesitated.

    “I need to go to the bathroom.”

    “It’s just through the door into the bedroom, the first door on the right” Parker replied and he watched Kenny leave the room. When he heard the bathroom door close he leaned back wondering if he had made a mistake; if he was making a mistake. Kenny seemed to be the type of person who would hide his sexuality, more so than he had done, but maybe he was wrong. He hoped he was wrong, but if not he knew he’d have to go easy. Kenny seemed so fragile when he brought up anything sexual. Kenny was taking a long time and he was beginning to worry, that maybe he should go check on him then he heard the bathroom door open. It seemed to take forever for Kenny to come out as he watched the door, waiting to see how he would appear. Would he still appear anxious, scared even? Kenny came out into the living room and Parker caught his breath surprised by what he saw.

    Kenny walked into the living room naked, completely stripped of all of his clothes. Only a necklace hung around his neck, some arrowhead on a chain, and it lay in the center of his chest. Parker looked at the lean body coming toward them, the torso with little definition, the skin dark olive tone and his nipples small, dime sized. He had a long torso and short waist and Parker’s eyes moved down it to the flaccid cock moving with his slow steps into the room. His arms and legs appeared bare of hair and only a small patch of hair sat over his cock. He moved to a spot in front of Parker, only a couple of feet away and he had trouble looking Parker in the eye. He held his head down, his eyes on the floor most of the time and as he stood in front of Parker he remained silent for a long time.

    Parker sat stunned for a minute then he leaned forward where he could make eye contact with Kenny.

    “Kenny?” he whispered and Kenny looked up and faced Parker.

    “Is this alright?”

    Kenny voice betrayed his fear, the anxiousness he felt, afraid Parker would reject him.

    Parker slid down on his knees and wrapped his arms around Kenny’s waist hugging their bodies together.

    “Yes Kenny, this is alright. It’s definitely alright” Parker replied and he let his lips touch Kenny’s stomach. He ran his hands over Kenny’s back and ass, felt the firmness of his body as he kissed over the undulating stomach.

    Parker moved back up on the sofa and watched Kenny stroke his growing erection, with his desire over riding his fear. Parker unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling with a few buttons desperate to get it opened up. Spreading it open revealed his muscular chest and he moved to his jeans unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper and spreading them open. His boxers were tented up and he quickly slipped his jeans and boxers down his thighs till his cock sprang up. He stroked his cock in time with Kenny and they kept it up for a minute, each watching the other.

    Kenny finally let his cock go and moved to Parker pushing him back as he climbed over his lap. Kenny’s cock touched Parker on the chest and he pumped his hips slowly making it slide up and down the center of Parker’s chest leaving a slick trail in its path. He felt the denim jeans rub his legs as he moved up and down and his cock rub over Parker’s chest.

    Parker put his hands on the narrow waist and felt the movement and the heat of the skin and it aroused him and he pushed upward with his hips bumping his cock against Kenny’s ass. Each time the head of his cock pressed into Kenny it increased his desire until his cock was slipping along Kenny’s ass slick and wet.

    “Kenny…” Parker uttered when he felt Kenny press down on his cock until he breached the tight ring of Kenny’s hole and penetrated him. Kenny moved down slowly allowing his hole to stretch open and take inch by inch of Parker. It hurt the initial breach and Kenny’s body shivered in Parker’s hands. After a few moves up and down Kenny’s pace increased and he began to ride Parker faster and faster, moaning and grunting each time he sank all the way down on Parker’s thick cock.

    Parker laid back and savored the feel of Kenny’s ass as it moved up and down his cock. The tight ring of Kenny’s opening sliding up and down milking it till he was so hard it ached. And there was the ticklish feel of Kenny’s cock as it moved slickly along his chest. When Kenny rose up once and hugged him around the head he began to pump upward with his hips driving his cock deeply into Kenny. He felt the heat radiate from Kenny and he wrapped his arms around the narrow body and rolled over till he had Kenny on his back. He shifted down between Kenny’s legs, took them behind the knee and pulled them upward as he put his cock back to the tight little hole and he drove inward penetrating him again, but sinking in fast, driving himself into him. He pumped his hips fast, drove his cock into the tight hole till Kenny was crying out.

    “Fuck…fuck….fuck me…” Kenny uttered as he held his arms over his head stretching out his torso and pushing his hips upward meeting Parker’s downward thrusts who was fucking with all his strength, full powerful thrusts. Kenny could feel the weight of Parker over him, his big muscular body exerting itself powerfully and he could feel Parker’s shirt hanging open rubbing over his body lightly, ticklish with the way it brushed over him as Parker undulated with his fuck. And he felt Parker’s cock piston back and forth in his hole.

    Parker’s movements grew more physical, stronger, and his body moved with full thrusts, sinking deeply into Kenny. His stomach rubbed Kenny’s cock, kept it squeezed between them, rubbing it to greater hardness till cum surged through it blasting out thickly spattering both of their torsos. Parker felt the way Kenny’s hole tightened around his cock as he drove it inward and he shoved in hard over and over and over until he was pumping out his own cum filling Kenny with his load.

    Afterward they showered together and Parker got Kenny to stay, to come to his bed and he held him within his arms, the smaller body snuggled against his own. At times he felt Kenny shiver as if cold, heard him talk in his sleep, murmurings that sounded fearful, but after a while Kenny settled down, grew still. He was saying something, over and over, so low Parker could barely hear him but he finally made it out.

    “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…”

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  • The Last of Us

    This story contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting adult males. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although it may be loosely based on real events and people. It also depicts unprotected sex between individuals. I do not encourage such behavior in the real world. Always use protection when engaging in sex.

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    Based on the Multi-awarded Video Game
    developed by
    Naughty Dog

    Semptember 25, 2013
    Paris, France
    11:30pm

    “Hey babe.” Jackson Daniels yawned. His boyfriend, Parker Ryan just arrived. He fell asleep while waiting for him. “Hey sleepy head. Missed me?” He kissed him and Parker kissed back. They were having the best make out session of their lives when Jackson suddenly stopped.

    “Aww, what gives?” Parker asked. “What time is it?” Jackson asked his boyfriend. “Well, it’s way passed our bedtime and you know what we do then right?” Parker teased his boyfriend playfully, caressing his thigh and Jackson seemed to like what he is doing so Jackson gave him a peck before continuing with his thoughts. “I know that, but, it’s still today right?” He looked at the clock trying to confirm the time. “Yup, it is still today!”

    He said excitedly then he began pulling something from under the couch they were sitting on. Parker got confused and weirded out by the way his boyfriend was acting. Jackson grabbed a small box from underneath the couch and handed it to Parker. “Happy birthday babe!”

    Parker opened the box and was completely taken aback. This was the watch he dreamed of having, but his modeling career has just only started to grow that is why he couldn’t afford it. “Oh my God. Babe! This costs like a lot! Thank you!!” He was really delighted with the watch. “Well, the hundred runway days paid off, didn’t it?” He smirked at Parker. “Shut up. I just thought you were hooking up with designer.”

    They laughed then Jackson suddenly said “I know how you can thank me.” Parker looked at him after wearing the watch. “Just don’t let any cum on it because that thing is really expensive.” They both laughed then Parker suddenly kissed Jackson with more passion than before. Jackson was surprised but easily kissed Parker back.

    Parker stopped then said “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” Jackson just nodded, unable to respond due to the heightened sexual euphoria he was feeling.

    They made their way to the bedroom, shedding pieces of clothing along the way. Their hard bodies, perfected by gym for their modeling careers, started appearing before each other on their way to the bedroom. They were fully naked by the time they reached the room.

    Their mouths connected once more before they reached the bed and they were kissing with so much passion that their cocks leaked so much precum between their sculpted abs. They couldn’t stop wanting more of each other, both of them trying to get more. Parker was caressing Jackson’s ass, the finest bubble butt he ever had, with his other hand on Jackson’s back. Jackson’s right hand is holding Parker’s face while the other grabs his brown locks. They both fell on the bed, with Jackson on top, but that didn’t stop them from making out.

    Slowly, Jackson disentangled from their kiss then made his way down. He kissed Parker’s neck, wanting to leave a hickey but decided not to. Parker held on to his boyfriends blonde hair, really turned on with what was happening. He was surprised that Jackson slightly nibbled on his pinkish nubs causing it to harden slowly. Jackson did the same to the other, then traced his pecs and abs with licks and kisses.

    “Hey, babe.” Parker said, causing Jackson to look up at his boyfriend’s face. “I’m really really turned on and I might cum from those kisses of yours.” Parker warned Jackson but Jackson just shrugged and continued his downward kisses.

    Parker was really moaning now. It was a good thing that there were only two houses beside theirs. Living in a rural place really had some perks. Then suddenly he felt a warm hand grab the base of his dick. “Happy birthday babe.” Jackson said, looked into Parker’s dark blue eyes, before devouring his boyfriend’s manhood.

    Jackson sucked on his boyfriends dick like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to please Parker so much. He licked on the pulsing inches of his boyfriend before going in deep again. He knew Parker liked it when he deep throats. He knew this because ha also liked the feeling of the esophageal muscles contracting on his dick. Parker was moaning so much.

    Suddenly, he felt Jackson move down. Jackson started licking his balls down to his ass. This was not new for Parker. Jackson loved eating Parker’s ass out and Parker loved the feeling of a tongue inside his hole. “Babe, I think I’m getting close.” Parker said. He didn’t notice that Jackson was already three fingers deep in his own ass. He also didn’t notice that his dick was already lubed up.

    “Not yet. You still have to fuck me.” Jackson said. He positioned himself on top of Parker and slowly sat down on his dick. Jackson, however, lost balance and the dick he was trying to put inside his ass slowly, made it’s way inside, faster than expected.

    “Oh my God. That feels sooo goood babe.” Parker said, his eyes closed. He opened them to see Jackson struggling. “Babe, are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah. Just lost my balance and your huge dick went inside faster than expected. Let me get used to it first.” Jackson said while trying to relax himself. Parker sat up, wrapped his arms around Jackson and kissed him. “Take your time. You know this is the best birthday I ever had.” He kissed him again. They made out for like five minutes before Parker started thrusting his hips.

    “Oh shit. That feels so good, babe.” Jackson said in between moans. Parker started with slow thrusts then started gaining speed. “I need to fuck you harder.” Parker said to Jackson. “Lie on your back, babe.” They moved and Parker started fucking Jackson, much harder this time.

    Jackson was cursing loudly now. “Yes! Oh God yes. Fuck me.” Parker fucked him harder. They stared in each others eyes, thier connection and love for each other growing deeper than before. Parker kissed Jackson again while they were fucking hard.

    “I’m gonna cum.” Jackson said. Parker held Jackson’s dick but didn’t stroke. He wanted him to cum without touching himself. “Babe, I’m gonna cuuum.” Jackson moaned very loud during his orgasm. This was enough to drive Parker to his own release. “Oh shit, I’m cumming too.” They moaned together. Jackson grabbed Parker’s hair and kissed him. They made out for a while then Parker moved and laid beside Jackson.

    “Best birthday ever. Thank you babe.” Parker said and followed it with “I love you so much.” Jackson replied “I love you so much, too.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

    Paris, France
    3:39am

    Jackson woke up to an empty bed beside him and a blaring ring of the phone. He picked it up and was surprised by the sound of panic on the other line. “Jackson, thank God. Where’s my brother?” Jackson was confused “What’s wrong Mike? Is everything ok?” Then suddenly the line went dead. “Hello? Hello?” Jackson tried redialling but the service was gone. “What the hell is going on?” He grabbed his boxers and his sweat pants then made his way down to look for Parker.

    “Parker. Where are you?” He tried the bathroom but found no one. Instead, he saw a newspaper with an article that read:

    (Mysterious infection kills a family of four… Doctors haven’t been able to find a cure… It has spread to various parts of the world… can be contracted through spores via bites, scratches, inhalation, and direct contact… hospital lock down… quarantine…)

    “What the fuck? How come I never noticed this?” He looked at the date and it was the current newspaper. Jackson started to panic “Parker. He calked out then started walking downstairs. He saw that the television was on and the news was on air. “There are multiple casualties inside and no one knows yet what is happening…” Suddenly, there was an explosion behind the news anchor wiping out the signal of the television. At the same time, he saw from their window an explosion go off. “Shit! What the hell is happening. Parker! Where the hell are you?” Jackson started shouting Parker’s name.

    Parker was nowhere inside thier house. he checked everywhere except for the office room. He went in then that’s when he saw Parker coming in from the back door. Parker had blood splatters all over him. “Jeez, where the hell have you been? Is that blood.” Jackson looked out the window. “Babe, get away from the windows, now.” Jackson was bewildered. Parker is acting strange. He was starting to panic. “What’s wro…”

    (Blam) Something hit the glass door beside them. “Shit!” They both saw that it was Mr. Baker. Their neighbor from the left house. “Babe, move.” Parker said. They both backed away from the door. Jackson moved behind Parker and that’s when he saw the gun in his hand.

    (Crash) The glass door broke and they saw Mr. Baker’s face clearly. His eyes were red. He was sort of growling or groaning and was looking at them like a meal. “Mr. Baker, please leave now. Please.” Parker said. But Mr. Baker had other thoughts. He ran towards both of them, and tried to grab one of them but before he could even grab any one of them, Parker shot Mr. Baker and he dropped dead. “Shit! Babe, you killed him!” Jackson announced, completely surprised. “He wasn’t looking good. He attacked me outside. Tried to bite me but I got away and you know the rest.” Parker said.

    They both heard a car horn outside. It’s Parker’s brother, Mike. “We have to go, I think.” Parker said, dazed over the dead body beneath us. They ran outside and met with Mike. “Jesus, get in the car, we have to get out of here. Is that blood all over you?” Mike asked Parker. “Yes it’s blood but it’s not mine. Long story. Get in the car.” The three went in the car then started driving. They were headed out of the country.

    “Did you hear the news? People in the cities are getting infected.” This was freaking Jackson out. “I saw the paper. They said it still doesn’t have a cure. What the hell is this.” Jackson said. “Turn on the radio so we could find out.” Parker pointed out.

    (Coming in from you live… people are attacking each other… seem to wanna bite… no cure… cordyceps are the cause… mutation of the fungus… spores… what the hell? Run. Aaaaaah…….) The radio went dead.

    “Shit. I think everybody had the same idea of getting out of town.” Mike said. “Babe! Look at that guy. Shit! He just broke that car window!” The crazy fella stared at them then started running towards them. “Mike! Drive!” Parker shouted. “Shit!” Jackson saw the mans face hit the window beside him. It had blood all over his mouth.
    “Where do we go n…”

    A loud crash echoed through Jackson’s ear. A car hit them and they toppled over. “Babe. Are you okay?” Parker asked Jackson. “Yes. I think so but I think my leg is broken.” Jackson tried moving his leg but the pain shot right through him. “Fuck. Yeah it’s broken.” “Let me get us out first.” Parker smashed the windshield then made his way out.

    One of the crazies suddenly attacked him, still trying to bite him. He thought it was over when he heard it’s head crack. Mike smashed a brick through its skull. “Mike. Jackson is injured. Take this gun and cover us. I’m gonna carry him.”

    Parker helped Jackson out the car. “Babe, can you run?” He asked, really concerned about his boyfriend. “I can walk but I can’t run.” Jackson said, wincing through his leg pain. “I’ll piggy back you. Let’s go.”

    They ran. The town was in complete chaos. People tried to attack them. They have no idea what it was. All they had to do was make it to the border. Things were going smoothly when mike had to block the door because there were too many infected trying to get to them. “Go! I can handle this. I’ll meet you at the border.” Mike said.

    Parker ran as fast as he could. Ignoring the sound of snarls coming from behind him. He knew they were fast but he had to be faster. It was almost about to get them when they reached the bridge to the border.

    They stopped because a man in a military armor tried to stop them. The man shot the bout of infected that were behind them.

    “Stay where you are!” “Sir, I assure you, my boyfriend did not get bitten. Please let us pass.”
    “My orders are to terminate everyone!” The man aimed the gun at them. Parker tried to dodge the incoming bullets. He succeeded but the man wasn’t finished. He was about to shoot Parker.

    A gunshot was made. Parker wasn’t hurt. He was surprised to see that he was still alive. It was Mike who shot the officer.

    “Babe.” A soft voice called from behind. It was Jackson. He got hit with one bulket through the stomach. “Jackson! No, no, no please no!” Parker said trying to carry Jackson with panic in his eyes. “Babe. I’m sorry. I love you.” Jackson looked into Parker’s eyes, the life slowly leaving him. Babe! I love you too. Please no. Don’t leave me. Please no, no, no!” Before Jackson died, the last words that he said was “I love you so much Parker Ryan.”

    Rain started pouring. Parker has yet to see the horror that have just begun.

    This could be…
    The Last of Us

    to be continued…

    Hey guys! Sorry for the delay on my other novel, Scrubsuits. I’m having a writer’s block and I need to rewatch Grey’s Anatomy for me to continue, and I just don’t have a lot of time yet. Suggestions of what you wanna see can help me get pass this block, always remember that 😉 BTW, this new story is only a trial. It can work on it’s own but maybe depending on your reviews, I can continue it too. 

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  • The sissy within me

    This straight acting boy of the age of 23 has a hidden desire to be a sissy for a dom top guy. He acts straight and leads a normal life. How ever he has a kink that no one knows about, until this one day when he is home alone playing sissy in his pink sissy dress.

    We will call this sissy boy Justin.

    Justin is home alone in his sissy dress and playing with his favorite doll when all at once there is a knock on his bedroom door and before he can say anything his best friend who he has always had a crush on burst into catch him. His friend was stunned yet sort of curious at the same time. So he asked what the hell are you doing man?

    Justin just hung his head in shame and said I have a slight kink that’s all nothing just never mind maybe we shouldn’t hangout today. That’s when his friend said NO I think you had better tell me what is going on and DO NOT make me force it out of you.

    Now in tears Justin goes on to tell his friend the things he likes, that he collects and loves Dolls, that he has a desire to be in diapers and cute sissy outfit’s like the one he is wearing, the desire to be used as a sissy by a guy forced to suck and swallow the hot cum as it fills his mouth. All the time he is saying this Justin’s cock begins to harden as well as his friends. 

    His friend said let me get this right you like or want to dress in diapers? Justin said yes. then his friend said you want to be a sissy? Justin once again said Yes. His friend asked you like to suck cock? Justin just hung his head in shame not saying a word. His friend then takes hold of his chin lifts his head looks him in the eye’s and say’s I asked you a question sissy boy. Justin said Yes I like to suck cock but no one knows and I don’t want to have anyone find out about it.

    That’s were his fantasy become a reality as his friend never lets go of his chin and keeps looking him in the eye’s telling him not to worry his secrete is safe with him and he has his back. Justin is told to go get a diaper and bring it back so his friend can see what it is he wants so much.

    Justin darts across the room opens his dresser and get’s out a cute diaper with Pink Bears on it. He hands it to his friend and he says Wow I have never in my life seen anything like this and it is big enough to fit you isn’t it Justin? Justin just stammered and said Yes sir. He was then asked do you need to be put in this diaper? Once again Justin said Yes Sir.

    Justin was instructed to lay on the floor so he could be placed in the thick diaper by his best friend. As he lay down on the floor his world changed. He found himself being transformed into the sissy he so dreamed of being by his best friend.

    Justin’s friend looked down at Justin and said from now on you can call me Sir or Daddy, as he was being told this Justin lifted himself off the floor so the diaper could be slid under him. As his new Daddy slid the diaper under Justin he slowly ran his finger up the underside of his hardening cock and asked does my sissy like the way that feels? Justin just moaned and begged daddy to do it again. Only to feel a cool feeling on his tight boy hole and then he feels a finger slide up and down his boy hole then a slight jab and the finger sinks into his tight hole. His new daddy work’s it in and out slowly making him moan and beg for more. But Daddy say’s No you have to earn it.

    Daddy then pulls his finger out of Justin’s tight hole and pulls the diaper up between his legs and fastens the tapes telling Justin to set up like a good sissy. Justin  no sooner sets up and his daddy takes hold of his head and say’s time to feed you sissy boy open your mouth and suck daddies cock like a sissy should.

    Justin is shy to do it so daddy step’s  closer to him and takes hold of his sissy’s head and say’s suck my cock sissy boy you do as daddy say’s or you will be spanked. Justin open’s his mouth and eagerly takes his daddies cock as far down his throat as he can. He begins to choke and gag and tries to pull away, but daddy has a hold of his head and say’s I said suck it sissy boy and snap’s a photo of Justin in his pink dress with his daddies cock in his mouth and say’s I am sure you don’t want all of our friends to see this.

    Justin begins to suck like a true cock sucking sissy should as his daddy say’s that’s a good girl suck that cock show me how much you like it and you will be rewarded with a nice warm load of creamy cum. Justin just moans and suck’s even harder. His daddy holding his head fucking his throat as hard as he can until all at once he pulls almost all of the way out and fills the sissies mouth with warm creamy cum. 

    Justin chokes and gag’s but daddy has a hold of his head and tells his sissy to swallow like a good girl. Justin swallow the entire load and keeps sucking like a true cock sucker should. Daddy was so proud of his sissy he shot yet another load down his throat.

    After a half hour Daddy pulls his softening cock for his sissies mouth and lets his sissy stand up, only to walk over to his bed and lay down with his daddy. Daddy and his sissy drifted off to sleep.

    Justin woke up thinking he had been dreaming only to find he was cuddled in his best friends arms wearing a thick diaper and his pink sissy dress. Justin was shocked and scared not knowing if it was a dream or if he had rely been turned into a sissy by his friend. As he wondered what had happened he drifted back into a deep sleep.

    When the two of them woke it was late in the evening and Justen looked over at his friend and said I can explain. His best friend/daddy said No Need to explain sissy I know everything I need to know about you and I think you will be a good sissy from now on and like what daddy has in store for you. Shocked Justin just lay there. Until he says I have to get up I need to use the bathroom. But daddy tells him No you don’t you are in a diaper and as long as you are my sissy you will wet the diaper like a good girl.

    Justin looked at his friend and said I can’t I just wear them for fun. I am getting up now. Daddy reached over and takes a hold of Justin and say’s Daddy said use the diaper and you will do what daddy said understand? Justin said you can’t make me wet my diaper and I am not calling you daddy. That’s when he is shown the photo of himself sucking his best friends cock. only it doesn’t show his friends face so no way to prove it is Justin’s friend.

    Justin looked at Daddy and said Yes daddy I will wet my diaper please please don’t show that to anyone. He is told don’t worry sissy boy as long as you do as told no one will ever know.

    Over the next 6 month’s Justin is slowly transformed into a sissy by his best friend and finds him self wearing Diapers more and more as well as dressing in sissy clothing and find’s that he not only likes to suck daddies hard cock but also likes it when daddy play’s with his tight hole with the toy’s that Justin had hidden in his closet.

    Justin now come’s home each and every night only to be stripped naked showered and then thickly diapered as daddy like his sissy in diapers at all times. when the sissy is bad he gets spanked and finds he has no choice but to do what daddy say’s. Sissy is always rewarded by daddy with a hot creamy load. and finds he enjoys the feel of the toy’s and slowly gets use to waking up with daddies hard cock slowly sliding in and out of his tight boy pussy. 

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  • Michael: A Gay Romance

    Once upon a time, there was a boy named Michael (though we call him Mike), with a mop of brunette on his head, & eyes as blue as the sky. Spirit as high & fast as the wind. Kindness as warm as the glowing sunshine. He had a father & a mother, it would seem that this could be the perfect family, for it was. They lived in a beautiful mansion by the edge of the forest. Calming & full of life as his father would always say whenever Mike asked about the peculiar location of his home. Though he wasn’t a prince, his father wasn’t a king, his mother wasn’t a queen, but in his heart his mother was the most beautiful queen he has ever seen. Full of love & kindness, she drew every creature to her side with that caring smile. His father, a king he looked up upon as a hero, who would always win the battle in swordfights they always played together. & he, young Mike, may not be a prince, but to his mother & father, a precious jewel to their eyes, who filled their life with laughter & joy.

    On one fine morning just like any other mornings, young Mike was out in the courtyard, running freely, feeling the wind blowing around him. His eyes looked around. He saw Fig, a 50-something year old man who looked after the animals they reared. He went over to the old man.

    “Hey Fig! Whatcha doing?”

    “Well hello there, Mike! I’m feeding the animals.”

    “Can I help?”

    “Well of course! That’s very nice of you.”

    What a fairytale it may seem about this happy family, sadly, this is real life. & in real life, the sun sets. Days will turn to nights. Light into darkness. Happiness into sorrow. & for this household however, they too find themselves exiting paradise. As cheerful & lively his mother was, fate destined that she would have to leave early. His father looked far & wide for any doctor that could possibly bring them hope, but to no avail. During her final moments, Mike was at her side, alone in her room. With teary eyes,

    “Oh Michael, don’t despair when I leave, if you ever miss me, look up to the sky & I’ll be there, watching you from above. I will never leave you. Just remember this, as I won’t be here any longer to constantly remind you, be kind & have courage. Remember these words & you’ll triumph over any obstacles that may block your way. You have more kindness in your little fingers than anyone else have in their entire body. Don’t ever block that side of you no matter what. Will you promise?”

    “I promise, momma.”

    & with that, she reluctantly closed her eyes, & was gone. His father came in, & the 2 of them hugged her tightly. Tears pouring down their eyes as they mourned the woman they both loved dearly. Mike looked up to have one last look at the queen he adored.

    Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. & finally, months turned to years. Our young Mike has now turned into a young man of 14. Cheerful as ever as he greets the people in town. With the memory of his mother still in his heart, it was as though she never left. Watching him from a distance through his cries, & laughter, every highs & lows & mischievous things who knows. Realizing the time, he ran straight back to his home as his father was about to come back from a business trip. Just in time as he reached the gates of the mansion, he heard his father’s carriage coming. As he ran towards the carriage,

    “Poppa! Poppa!”

    “Mike! Oh my boy!”

    “I’m so glad you’re home, poppa!”

    “Me to, son!”

    They hugged each other tightly as if it’s their last hug they’d share for they knew anything could happen. So they cherished every single moment they had together.

    The next day, as Mike was passing the reading room,

    “Mike, my boy, come here. Have a seat.”

    “Yes, poppa?”

    “There’s something I have to tell you. Do you recollect about Lord Stitch?”

    Mike nodded.

    “Well you see, the lord recently passed away, & he left a widow. & I.. you see I… what I’m trying to say is I…”

    “You’d like to marry her?”

    “… Yes. I’d very much like to marry her. But only if you allow.”

    “Oh poppa. You don’t have to ask me to allow you to do something. As long as it makes you happy. If you’re happy, I’m happy, for you.”

    The worry lines on Mike’s father disappeared.

    “Oh, thank you, my boy! Thank you so much. D… do you really think I might have another chance?”

    “Yes poppa. You deserve every chance to be happy.”

    & so a wedding was held. & as Mike stood beside his father, the carriage arrives. First to step off the carriage were his stepsisters, Anastasia, the younger one, & Katarina, the older one.

    “Nice to meet you, Michael.”

    “Nice to meet you too, Anastasia. & nice to meet you, Katarina.”

    With a look full of disdain,

    “Ugh nice to meet you.”

    Then a beautiful lady, with a complexion so fair, & lips so red. But with eyes so cold, only a man not in love could see.

    “Welcome, stepmother.”

    “Oh well hello there, Michael. You’re a very fine handsome young man.”

    Mike blushed a little but wondered if the complement really was sincere. & so the life began for Mike with living with a stepmother & 2 stepsisters. All was well… enough.

    A month passed, his father was about to leave for another business trip.

    “Be safe, poppa. & please come back home.”

    “I will, son. I will.”

    & with that, his father’s carriage left. With an uncomfortable heart, he returned to the mansion. As he passes the living hall,

    “Michael, come here. Please sit. Now, now, we must be patient. You father won’t be gone for long, it’s only just a few months.”

    “Yes, stepmother.”

    “Stepmother? Oh, madam will do.”

    Mike wondered with confusion.

    “You know, my two daughters have been complaining about the small room they have to share.”

    “Well, they can have my room, it’s much bigger.”

    “Oh thank you, darling.”

    “Then I shall sleep in the”

    “The attic.”

    “The attic?”

    “Well, yes. So we won’t bugger you with our presence.”

    With disbelief,

    “Fine then, I shall sleep in the attic.”

    You see, the attic is located at the far end of the mansion with 2 500 steps leading up to it. & at night, it would be extremely cold.

    “Are you sure? I can always request that my mother give you back your room.”

    Mike replies with a smile,

    “It’s ok, Anastasia. The room you two are living in is small anyway.”

    Unlike he older sister, Katarina, who was much too proud & cocky for her own good, Anastasia was the only one who treated Mike like family.

    Usually when his father went on business trips, they would send each other letters regularly, sending their love & missing to each other. Mike was always leaping with joy when he receives a reply form his father. But something was odd this time. Initially, the replies would come, but after a few weeks they were getting sparse. Then they stopped. Finally on a cold September night, there was a knock on the front door. Mike went to open it.

    “Yes?”

    An old man replied,

    “It’s about your father… he fell ill. He’s… gone. You were the only thing he talked about during his last moments. He told me to tell you that he was sorry. He couldn’t keep his promise this time.”

    Just a moment away from breaking down, Mike replied,

    “Thank you. It must’ve been hard for you.”

    & with that he shut the door, turned against it, collapsed, & wept.

    With the economy going down & the main source of her income gone, she sacked all the workers & made Mike the servant. Whenever Anastasia tried to help him, she would warn her not to. But at times, Anastasia would help out of the knowledge of her mother. On one morning, Mike was setting the table for breakfast. He laid down 4 plates. His stepmother said,

    “Oh did we overlooked a person in this house? Who’s the using the 4th plate?”

    “Uh that would be me, madam.”

    “You?”

    Anastasia glared at her mother disapprovingly. Disregarding her daughter, she said

    “Oh it would be too much to let you sit at the table with us when you’re the one who prepared the food. I bet you wouldn’t mind eating after we’re done?”

    With disbelief & a slash of anger, Mike ran back into the kitchen in tears. He put his head down on the counter top & wept. He was about to lose it so he ran out of the house. He took his horse, Chestnut, & rode out into the woods. He was so angry at his stepmother that he didn’t realize he was riding at a dangerous speed. He struggled to slow down when he realized how fast he was riding.

    Nearby, the prince & his men were out hunting. He was chasing after a deer with his horse when he saw Mike on his horse zapped by. Taken aback at the beauty that just passed by & at the fact that Mike was obviously losing control of his horse, he rushed to help the poor guy.

    Mike didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly he was riding too fast & struggling to slow down. Then he heard a voice from behind, a guy’s voice. & suddenly the guy was right beside him, on a horse, trying to slow his horse down. Finally they both stopped. With a sigh of relief, Mike said

    “Thanks for the help.”

    “No problem, I… were you crying?”

    Mike tried to conceal his puffed out eyes as a result from crying too much.

    “No.”

    “Yeah right, I can see those eyes…”

    The prince was mesmerized by the striking blue of Mike’s eyes. He shook himself out of the trance.

    “I’m Daniel, by the way.”

    “Nice to meet you, Daniel. I’m Michael, just call me Mike.”

    Mike took a view of Daniel, he was at least a few inches taller than Mike, hair so blonde it glowed in the sunlight, eyes – emerald green, & when he flashed that killer smile, Mike’s stomach did a flip-flop. His smile was so dashing it could bore into Mike’s soul, yet so carefree.

    “So Mike, what are you doing out here in the woods?”

    “Nothing, I just needed some fresh air. What about you?”

    “Hunting, we spotted a deer just over there.”

    “Oh please don’t hunt the deer. What has it ever done to you?”

    “Well, I admit I’ve never met it before but… you know… that’s what’s normally done.”

    “Just because it’s normally done doesn’t mean it should be done.”

    “… Correct. I guess you have a point.”

    There was an awkward silence…

    “So… what do you do? I see lots of men hunting with you… are you like running a business or something?”

    “No, my dad is, I’m his apprentice. You?”

    “I’m just a servant…”

    “You seemed pretty good with horses there, wanna ride with me?”

    Mike laughed at Daniel’s remarks.

    “Sure, why not.”

    & so began a friendship that blossomed in an unusual place. Almost every day, Daniel would sneak out of the palace & into the woods to hang out with Mike. So would Mike, he’d sneak out of the mansion during his chores to meet Daniel. Both felt a growing feeling deep in their guts, getting stronger with each passing day, but both never admitted it to each other, not even to themselves. This continued for several months & both would go on daily adventures just exploring around, having a laugh & getting to know each other more.

    Once Daniel took Mike deep into the forest until they entered a clearing at the far end. There was a creek in the middle of the clearing. With a smile, Daniel stripped & jumped into the water.

    “Well, what are you waiting for?”

    Mike was so stunned looking at Daniel’s naked body that he froze into place. Daniel called out but he wouldn’t respond. Finally, Daniel splashed water at him.

    “Hey! What was that for?”

    “You were gone for a second there. I thought I lost you. So now that I have your attention, would you mind joining me in the water?”

    Mike felt his cheeks blushed a bit & stripped naked joining Daniel in the water. They splashed around, dove underwater trying to playfully drown each other out, just doing what normal boys would do. After growing tired, they came back out of the water & lay on the ground, side by side, both still naked to let their bodies dry. Mike closed his eyes & drifted into a light sleep. Daniel tried to close his eyes too but his mind would start thinking about Mike the moment his thoughts were free. He looked at Mike’s naked body lying next to him. Instinctively, he came over Mike, his head getting closer to Mike’s when suddenly Mike awoke, saw the face in front of him & jerked his head. Their lips met. Both became wide-eyed & Daniel fell back. Shocked at what just happened. The awkward atmosphere soon rises. Mike got up & put on his clothes.

    “I… should be going.”

    “Yeah.”

    & with that, Mike took his horse & rode back. Leaving Daniel with his thoughts. He laid there, caressing his lips with his fingers, remembered how it felt, the soft touch of the lips that just met his. He pushed it aside, put on his clothes & rode back to the palace.

    While riding back, Mike replayed the scene in his head, how he had felt something hard touching his right inner thigh, then opened his eyes suddenly, saw Daniel’s face just centimeters away from him, then jerked. He never intended for their lips to meet, but it did. It happened. Their lips met. They kissed. The realization of it made Mike completely confused. Wondering why was he so happy to have kissed Daniel. Wondering what was this feeling inside of him. Somehow, he sensed it was love. But he dared not let himself admit it. No, he wouldn’t.

    A few weeks passed & Mike stayed home all day. He didn’t sneak out like how he used to. He was afraid of the feeling developing inside of him. Afraid of seeing Daniel’s face & remembering about the kiss. While Daniel did continue to sneak out of the palace, he was dying to see Mike again. He wanted to know if Mike felt the same way as he did. He was getting restless when Mike didn’t show up like usual. His heart ached at the thought of not seeing Mike again. He worried if he might have ruined the friendship that he & Mike had together. Finally, Mike decided to sneak out of the mansion. He rode Chestnut into the woods, where their normal hangout spot was. Sure enough, Daniel was there waiting for him. With a concerned look in his eyes,

    “Where have you been? I was worried sick when you didn’t show up.”

    “I’m… sorry. I didn’t know what to do… after…”

    Daniel understood.

    “I think I love you.”

    With a shock, Mike replied,

    “What? You’re crazy! A guy can’t fall for another guy!”

    “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it!”

    Mike went silent.

    With a pleading look in his eyes,

    “Tell me you feel what I feel.”

    Mike collapsed. His head hung down & he cried.

    “No, no, no, no!”

    Daniel went over to Mike & put his arms around him. Mike in turn, placed his hands on Daniel’s arm, still crying. Daniel laid down on the grass bringing Mike with him. They laid there silently, only the birds chirping & Mike’s weeping could be heard. Mike’s head was laying on top of Daniel’s chest. His arm still around Mike. They laid there for a while until Mike spoke,

    “So, what’s gonna happen with us?”

    “I don’t know… all I know is that I wanna be beside you. Just like this very moment we’re in. I hope it’s the same with you.”

    Mike nodded. Slowly he tiled his head up towards Daniel’s. Their faces getting closer. & finally their lips met. Sensual & passionate this time. Both saw sparks fly behind their closed eyelids. Tears streamed down from Mark’s eyes. This was the feeling, that captivated him but scared him too. He pushed it all away. All he wanted to focus on is right now. With their lips touching, their bodies intertwined, both felt complete. Happy to know that the each wanted the other as much as themselves. Mike laid an arm around Daniel, & they both went to sleep.

    So, I guess it’s pretty obvious that they’re dating from this point onwards. Their hangouts became dates. & Mike would be riding on the same horse with Daniel. Daniel in front of him so he could wrap his arms around Daniel’s waist. His head resting on Daniel’s back. Just enjoying this feeling of togetherness. & they would talk for hours & hours. But both would confess their love for each other each time before their date ends & swore that somehow they will be together for real.

    Back at the palace, Daniel was called to meet the king at his chambers.

    “You wanted to see me father?”

    “Yes my boy, come in. Daniel, as you know you are already 16. It’s time you pick a princess.”

    “But father, I”

    “That’s enough, Daniel. I have decided. You will pick a bride. & to help you with it, I will hold a ball, & all the maiden in the land is to attend.”

    With his head hung down in disappointment,

    “Yes, father.”

    & with that he ran back to his quarters. He flung himself onto his bead & wept.

    Back at the mansion, Mike was in great spirits. With a teasing look, Anastasia said,

    “Ok, spill.”

    “What?”

    “You’ve been acting all strange & bubbly recently. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Nothing? You’re in looove…”

    “What? No.”

    “I’ve seen you sneaking out of the house you know…”

    “I was just getting some fresh air.”

    “Fine…”

    Mike looked at the clock & realized it was time. He snuck out of the mansion & rode into the forest. Once there, he wondered why Daniel wasn’t there yet. He decided to wait. As dusk came, he was so worried as to why Daniel didn’t show up but had to go back home.

    In the palace in Daniel’s quarters, there was Daniel, in the corner of the room, knees below the chin. Occasionally, the tears would streak down his cheek. He hadn’t seen Mike for days for he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Mike that they couldn’t be together. So he decided to never see Mike again, hoping his absence would drive Mike to forget him. With that thought, he cried.

    At the center of the town, a proclamation was made.

    “HEAR! HEAR! THE KING HAS PROCLAIMED, THERE IS TO BE A ROYAL BALL HELD IN THE PALACE. ALL MAIDEN IS TO ATTEND. FOR ONE LUCKY MAIDEN IS TO BE THE PRINCE’S BRIDE!”

    The whole town freaked out. Anastasia was so excited that when she came home, she ran straight for Mike to tell him the news.

    “That’s wonderful! Go get him, sis!”

    As the weeks roll by, & the royal ball nearing, Mike would still sneak out with the hope to see Daniel. But every time he was left hurt & broken as there was no sight of Daniel at all. & so the royal ball arrives, his stepmother & stepsisters were off to the ball. Mike was left all alone in the mansion, weeping for his broken heart.

    “Where are you? You said you loved me. How could you run away with my heart & never return? I need you here now… WHERE ARE YOU!”

    A little after midnight, stepmother & Katarina returned. Mike said,

    “Welcome home, madam. Where’s Anastasia?”

    “Oh Mike, you will not believe it! Anastasia has been chosen to be the prince’s bride!”

    “Really?! This is great news!”

    “YES! We are to leave for the palace tomorrow morning! Now go pack up!”

    “Yes, madam.”

    & so the next day, the whole family moved into the palace. The wedding was to be held after 2 days. Mike took this time to explore the palace. He found a place in the garden where a swing was hanging from a branch of an old oak tree. It gave him a kind of peace in this foreign place so he decided it would become his favorite spot to spend the time. Miraculously, Daniel & Mike never met during 2 day period. Daniel was busy with the preparation of the wedding & some royal stuff I don’t give a damn. While Mike was busy helping Anastasia with her fitting with the wedding dress. Both Mike & Daniel would go to the swing when they were free, but even more amazing, Mike would leave when Daniel was about to come, or vice versa.

    Finally, the big day came. Anastasia was no nervous she could pass out. Mike was there by her side to calm her down.

    “Oh my god! Oh my god! Is my hair ok? Is my makeup alright? Is my dress perfect?”

    “Yes, yes & yes. Relax, sis. You look dazzling. Take a deep breath & walk through the doors & down the aisle. This is your moment, you can do it!”

    *deep breaths… (a couple of times)*

    “Ok, ok, here goes.”

    & Anastasia glided perfectly down the aisle. Mike stood by the door, watching the ceremony from a far. As Daniel turned to see Anastasia walking towards him, he saw Mike by the door. He went wide-eyed. At the same time, Mike saw the prince for the first time. To his shock it was Daniel, standing right there where the prince should be. His brain jammed. He couldn’t process it.

    “Why is Daniel standing in the prince’s place?” he thought.

    Then, the hard truth hit him. He ran, feeling hurt, his heart crashed into a thousand pieces, tears poured down his cheeks. He ran without thinking where to, just anywhere but there. He ended up in the garden, sitting on the swing. Tears still poured.

    “You said we’d be together. You said you loved me. You said this was love. How could you.”

    Back at the hall, Daniel saw the hurt on Mike’s face. Saw him ran away. At that moment Daniel wanted to chase after him, but he caught himself before any sudden moves. The wedding went on as planned. The whole kingdom rejoiced when the newlyweds, Prince Daniel & Princess Anastasia, stood at the balcony at the palace.

    “Shall we kiss?”

    They kissed. Daniel struggled to hold back his tears. For in that moment, he knew that Mike was the one he truly loved, for this kiss he shared with Anastasia was barren, empty & cold. Anastasia felt it to, she opened her eyes wondering what went wrong.

    At the wedding dinner, Daniel was struggling to front his high spirits. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he ran out to look for Mike. He searched everywhere. Finally he reached the swing in the garden. & there, the love of his life, the soul he cared for the most, & yet the soul he broke the hardest. Sitting on the swing, tears still pouring down from his now puffed out red eyes, there was Mike. Mike heard the footsteps nearing, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered now. What Daniel did had ripped all the life out of him. Then, he heard someone landed on their knees.

    “I’m so sorry.”

    It was Daniel’s voice, Mike turned to see him on his knees, crying, the tears gushing out of his eyes. But Mike didn’t cry now. His eyes became dry. He just sat there staring at Daniel. Daniel saw those soul-less eyes looking back at him.

    “Please, don’t look at me like that. Don’t just stay silent. Scream at me, spit at me, hit me! Say something!”

    But Mike just sat there with his dried eyes still staring at Daniel. After seeing that Mike still wouldn’t respond, he went over to Mike & wrapped his arms around him tightly.

    “Don’t do this to me! Please, I love you!”

    & with that Mike choked up. Tears started flowing from his eyes again.

    “If you love me then why did you do this to me! If you love me then why did you steal my heart, disappeared, then come back & let me crash so hard! If you love me… then why did you marry someone else?”

    The tears wouldn’t stop. His head rested onto Daniel’s shoulder.

    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to. I never wanted you to get hurt. I never wanna see you cry.”

    That was all Daniel replied, tightened his wrap around Mike, still crying.

    Time passed, Daniel didn’t know how long. But before he knew it, his eyes had dried up. Mike too had stopped crying. The rays from the moonlight shone down at them, spotlighting them.

    “Mike?” he whispered softly.

    There was no response. Only Mike’s calm breathing could be heard. He was asleep. Daniel couldn’t help but to smile at him. He was perfectly smaller in size than Daniel that he fits perfectly in Daniel’s arms. Gently, he carried Mike to his quarters. Once Mike was plopped comfortably in bed, Daniel laid there looking at him. He caressed Mike’s cheek softly then landed a light peck on it. Then laid down on a couch & slept.

    Sunlight shone in through the large window, hitting Daniel. He woke up. After a stretch, he looked at Mike on the bed, still sleeping soundly. With a light kiss on Mike’s forehead, he crept out of the quarters, slowly closed the door, not wanting to startle Mike up. & as he started walking away, he was startled at Anastasia standing in front of him.

    “We need to talk.”

    They head to Anastasia’s quarters.

    “I’ll request to the king for a divorce.”

    Daniel was shocked.

    “What?”

    “I saw what happened.”

    “Anastasia, it’s not how you”

    “It’s ok, I know. I’m the one in between you guys. Not him in between us.”

    “He told you?”

    “Well, not exactly. But I could piece the whole thing together after I saw you two in the garden.”

    “I’m so sorry, Anastasia. You don’t deserve to be put in such a situation.”

    “Don’t worry. I know my place & I know what’s the right thing to do. & I won’t tell on you guys, by the way.”

    “Thank you so much, Anastasia. You don’t know how much this means to me, to us.”

    “It’s fine, Daniel. Just promise me this, don’t ever break his heart again. He deserves so much more after what he’s gone through.”

    “Don’t worry, I will.”

    & with that, Daniel hugged Anastasia, turned around & left the quarters. While Anastasia let out a few tears, but was certain it was the right thing to do.

    Let me tell you what happened last night. You see, Anastasia could sense Daniel’s uneasiness at the dinner. So she followed him outside when he left. Finally, she followed him to the garden. There, she saw Mike, saw the emotions between the two of them, saw the hurt in Mike’s eyes. Based on what she heard, she pieced together the love between them & realized she was the third one. She cried with him, feeling like she had wronged him. She stayed there until Daniel carried him away. Followed them to Daniel’s quarters. Then she left for hers.

    Back at Daniel’s quarters, Mike slowly opened his eyes. He scanned his surroundings then realized he wasn’t in his own room. Then he remembered what happened last night. As he hastily got out of the bed & out of the quarters, Daniel came in.

    “Mike!”

    Mike put out a stop sign.

    “Just let me go. I’ll let you go. Just treat her right.”

    “But, Mike”

    Mike ran out into the hallway & disappeared.

    “MIKE!”

    In the garden, Mike & Anastasia were talking.

    “But sis, you don’t have to do this for me.”

    “It’s ok, Mike. You truly deserve him. After all my mother put you through.”

    “But”

    “Let me do something for you, Mike. Besides, I’ll never be truly happy if Daniel’s heart is with you. & I know yours is with him. He loves you, Mike, & you love him. Go for it!”

    & so Anastasia requested a divorce to the king. He was upset at first & wouldn’t allow it. But as Anastasia was pretty persuasive with her words, the king finally gave in. She gave Daniel & Mike her blessings & wished them the best.

    “You two are good for each other, don’t ever forget that, both of you. Just listen to your heart.”

    She left the palace with her sister & mother, leaving Mike behind. Mike was appointed as Daniel’s butler so that they would always be together. Since then, it would be almost impossible to not see the two of them together. They were basically inseparable. On their spare time, they would mostly hang out by the creek in the woods, where they had their very first kiss.

    So here they are, by the creek, both of them lying on the grass. Mike’s head on Daniel’s chest. Daniel’s fingers running gently through Mike’s hair. Mike tilts his head up & smiles. Daniel looks down.

    “What?”

    “Nothing, I just wanna look at your face.”

    Daniel tightens his wrap, then kisses Mike on the lips.

    “I wish we could just lie here forever & forget about everything else.”

    “We’ll come here often, I promise.”

    Mike stretches his neck to kiss Daniel, then rested his head back on Daniel’s chest. Both fall asleep.

    THE END.

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    So, I watched Cinderella about a week ago & I pretty much had the storyline in my head by the time I got home. Hope you enjoyed it. Forgive me if the story wasn’t enough because it’s my first time writing. Feedbacks are welcome.

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  • Breaking Up Is Hard To Do – A Jake and Ethan Story

    I woke up groggily with the familiar feel of my man Jake’s hairy, well-muscled jock body moving in my arms and the familiar feel of him shoving himself back onto my raging morning hardon. It was probably his loud grunt that transmuted into a moan when he roughly impaled himself on me that awakened me as this wasn’t something I was unused to.

    “You horny bitch,” I growled in his ear, beginning to pump his fuckhole.

    “YOUR horny bitch,” he grunted, still adjusting to the invasion of his fuckchannel.

    He was hot outside and in – he was always a heat generator when he slept, which suited me fine, as I’d always been a cold sleeper but hated to admit it, even to myself. His cunt was still soaked from a gargantuan load I’d dumped in him late last night when I’d gotten in after a week away on a business trip, and it added to the pleasure of his TIGHT fuckmuscles working my cock, making it feel like my cock was churning hot molten cheese. Okay, maybe cheese wasn’t the best analogy!

    I was thinking too much, so I shoved Jake over onto his stomach and went with him, on him, never pulling out. My thrusts were harder and deeper this way, and he clawed the bed and yelled, “OH FUCK YEESSSSSSSSSS!”

    Hands planted on Jake’s wide, well-developed shoulders, my back was arched, and I was DRILLING Jake’s cunt, bottoming out and grinding myself into him. I pulled out as hard as I slammed in, each thrust bringing a cry from him that ended in a loan but curtailed moan. He was thrusting back into me, his arms extended and hands now flat against the headboard to brace himself.

    Just when Jake was getting loud enough to signal that he was close to cumming my eye was caught by his phone flashing on the table by his side of the bed. When I looked over, to my great surprise, it was a photo coming into Jake’s phone . . . a photo of a very widely-gaping, lube-slicked asshole.

    “OH FUCK YESSSSS JUST LIKE THATTTTTTTTT!” he growled.

    Fortunately my cock wasn’t distracted by what I saw on Jake’s phone, and my balls were fueling my hips’ thrusts without missing a stroke, despite my thoughts swirling.

    When I got in the night before I’d taken a car service from the airport. I’d texted Jake when we touched down, and it had been close to an hour before he replied. Then he hadn’t been home long when I got there – the house was still stuffy from the day – and he was getting out of the shower.

    As my hips increased the pace of my thrusts to where they were angry stabs, my burgeoning suspicions fueled my aggressive fucking, not distracting me. Jake was loving it, working back into my thrusts harder, needier for it.

    And then another text – this one actual text. Thank God for my decision to have my eyes done – it had been a tough decision, since two of my friends who had their eyes lasered both had terrible complications – because I could read the text on the screen when it flashed up.
     still feeling you – will be walking funny all day – can’t wait for Monday

    I was suddenly enraged, and I pushed Jake’s face into the matress HARD with my hand on the back of his sweaty bedhead, braced myself better, and really slammed my fuckpole into him even harder, faster. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, you fucking slut?” I spat down at him. And then, for good measure, I really spit, a glob landing in the hair at the base of his hairline below where I was holding him.

    “OHFUCK OH FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he cried into the bedsheets.

    I felt his fuckchannel spasming around my cock, his body bucking under me, and I knew I’d fucked Jake’s load out of him. Nothing like a brutal fuck and some filthy talk to take him over the edge, the fucking cheating slut! To my dismay, though, my own balls were boiling over, and I felt my body begin to electrify, no matter my building anger . . . and hurt.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” I cried, as my own body snapped and began to pump, from my nuts, and I felt my first blast gushing through the length of me and into Jake. I couldn’t stop myself. I just pumped and pumped, more relief and counterpoint to my week’s frustration despite our rather energetic fuck last night.

    “Awww, FUCK that was amazing!” Jake panted. THAT snapped me out of it, and I yanked myself out of him and was on my feet. “What the-“

    I whirled around and SMACKED him HARD on the ass. “Check your phone, you cheating whore!” I spat and headed to the bathroom, tears in my eyes and my chest tight. I would NOT let him see me, God dammit!

    “Ethan, wait. ETHAN!” he was crying out.

    I snapped the lock on the bathroom door and then opened the tap in the shower. I slumped against the wall, my chest now heaving.

    “Ethan, please,” Jake called through the locked door, jiggling the handle and then rapping on the door with the broad palms of his hands. “Ethan, it’s not what you think.”

    Well, that was like a hard SLAP. Nothing like being played for a fool. “Just leave me the fuck alone, Jake,” I called, stepping into the shower. I knew exactly what it was.

    Standing under the icy cold spray – I’d deliberately only turned on the cold only, to punish myself – my mind catalogued events that, at the time, hadn’t meant anything but now took on new meaning. As I did, the picture came into focus . . . unfortunately. It’s probably a good thing that I’d set the shower to ice cold, given the time I spent, ultimately sitting on the tiled shower floor, shivering and then crying.

    I finally got myself up in the still-icy winter water and washed myself clean of Jake, at least physically. My arms, legs, everything in between and even my thoughts felt slow, heavy. I knew what was coming – all of it. There would be drama, both with Jake and with my friends, with our mutual friends and with family on both sides. Simply resolving to be adult about it would change very little. There would be uncomfortable silences, innuendos and inappropriate questions from my associates and clients. And most of all, there would be the press.

    My husband – GodDAMN the state of California getting its act together and legalizing marriage for all! – being named MVP of the World Series three months before revived the press’s manic interest in the first active major league player to have ever come out. We’d gotten through the first shit-storm on the wings of our euphoric lust and what I thought then was our almost obsessive, growing love for each other, letting the crazy swirl around us but focusing on each other and nothing else. The spots were still showing up – interviews or requests for them, blog entries aplenty, the occasional rag’s reporter following, photographing or interrupting a dinner or movie or walk with our dog in the park.

    Fortunately neither of our careers had suffered during the hurricane of publicity and unwanted attention. Did that make us publicity whores? Hardly! It just made us two men who could compartmentalize and who – at least I thought this was the case – sought solace in each other when the going got rough. March to October he was on the road more than he was home. At any given time I worked cases that had clients in other states and required a lot of travel to research and prepare. Jake won baseball games. I won cases.

    I found myself at a stop again, having washed everything, I vaguely remembered, the icy cold water still streaming over me, feeling nothing . . . physically. Yeah, it was going to be tough. Complicated and tough. I slammed off the tap and stepped out, grabbing one of the oversized fluffy gray towels we’d picked out together. Right then it felt like sandpaper, and I wished we had something else in the bathroom, something that wasn’t HIS; even one of the gym’s crappy, thin, frayed towels would have been better.

    Wrapping the damp towel around my waist I didn’t bother brushing my teeth. The shower was to wash Jake off me, and I’d done that. Now I just needed to get the fuck out of there.

    When I opened the door, I found Jake sitting on the floor, falling into the bathroom because he’d had his back to the door. He was getting up as I stepped around him. Not looking at him, in the corner of my vision I could see he’d been crying and looked awful. I hoped I could freeze that memory of him looking like that and will his every moment to be that miserable for quite a while.

    Jake grabbed at my leg. “Ethan, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, just listen to me,” he begged.

    I kept walking and went to our closet. “No, Jake,” I said behind me calmly as I walked into the extravagant space. “YOU listen,” I called out. “I’m going out. I’ll call you later to see if you’ve found a place or checked into a hotel. If you have, I’ll come home. If you haven’t, I’ll check into a hotel. On Monday one of us will file for divorce.”

    “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeth,” he whined, but I cut him off.

    I whirled, furious. “FUCK YOU, JAKE!” I yelled. I advanced on him menacingly, though absurdly, since I was naked and no match for his size or his bigger muscle. “FUCK YOU!” I spat, almost nose to nose with him, punching my left index finger into his marble-hard pec. The feel of his fur on my finger spawned a frisson of something needy in my balls . . . and that stopped any further words from germinating in my brain.

    “Ethan, please. I just want to-” He’d reached out and tried to touch my arms, but I shrugged free of his grip violently, backing up a couple of steps.

    “NO!” I shouted, as if I was telling a rapist to stop, more to my own feelings of desire for him than anything. “You will NEVER touch me again. NEVER! YOU did this, Jake. We’re DONE!” We stood there, me glaring at him, him looking miserable. He looked about a tenth as miserable as I felt. “Now leave me the fuck in peace to dress and get out of here so I don’t have to look at you,” I told him, with more resignation than determination.

    That last made his face go from miserable to blank, as if he hadn’t contemplated that he wouldn’t have a way to make a pitch . . . or to make an excuse, more like it.

    “Can I say one thing?” he asked quietly.

    “Of course. But just to ensure you don’t misunderstand, you CAN say something. But you’ve already made my mind up for me by giving me more information than I wish I had, by allowing me to have that information.” Nice jab, Warner, I thought.

    That stopped him, and for a moment I thought I saw anger brewing. Anger I could deal with; certainly I had plenty inside, ready to match any he could loose. Finally, when I was about to turn and dress, he spoke. Very softly, and with an earnestness that I knew to be truth, he said, “It was just sex, Eth. It started as a blowjob and went too far. But it was just sex. It meant nothing, means nothing. WE mean EVERYthing, Eth.”

    The thing that kept me from reacting was that it was clear he really did mean it, maybe even believed it. I could have taken apart his testimony with four questions and ensured a guilty verdict from any jury in the land. “If you’re done with what you wanted to say,” I replied without emotion, equally quietly, “I’d like to get dressed . . . alone . . . and go.”

    I didn’t realize Jake had been tensed, as if ready to vault or pounce until, hearing what I said, his body went slack, and his face fell to dejection. I turned away and went to the drawer and got some well-contoured AC trunks and pulled them on, making sure I adjusted my – if I do say so myself – ample endowment and just went on dressing. At some point he left the threshold to the closet. I didn’t see him again as I left.

    Leaving our building as if it was any other day, any other errand, I found myself on Ocean Avenue without a plan. I pulled over a few blocks down, around the corner on Sunset where even if Jake was out on our building-width west-facing terrace he couldn’t see me.

    My brain had gone back to that pace again – slow and heavy, my thoughts more like sludge than a stream. I just looked ahead, eastbound on Sunset, traffic, pedestrians, a dog. Our beloved spaniel had died a few months before, making one less complication in Jake’s and my breakup . . . leaving me one less friend to take solace in.

    FUCK THIS! I suddenly raged, though only in my head. Outwardly I just pounded the steering wheel decisively. I threw the car back into gear and peeled away from the curb, but I cut my speed to match traffic in less than a block. I drove straight to my building in Century City, mercifully a light drive in the early Saturday morning traffic flow.

    I carded myself in – from the underground garage to the elevator to the entrance to my firm’s lobby and then into my office – and slammed down in my desk chair. I didn’t want to be here. GODDAMN HIM! I raged, swiping my phone savagely off the side of my desk with my arm.

    That did NOTHING for me. I hadn’t even enjoyed clatter and possible destruction. I had to laugh; otherwise I would just be tragic, right?

    I thought about typing an email to my partner who ran our dissolution practice – that’s what we Californians call divorce – but I could do that any time. It was a simple communication:
    I want to initiate dissolution of my marriage. Please file ASAP.
    In California, land of community property and the no-fault divorce, that’s all it took. The firm had all my financial records, so there was nothing else to say or add. It’s really no wonder there was such a high divorce rate; it was easy, certainly easier than working at something that wasn’t going well.

    Was that what I was doing? Taking the easy way out? I hadn’t even talked to Jake. Had I never been tempted? Well, not like him, certainly. After all, I wasn’t a hot, hunky pro sports star. I didn’t have men, women and anything in between drooling all over me like he did. There had been a couple though, and one of them wasn’t quite the easy rejection, was it. But I HAD rejected the temptation, hadn’t I? I hadn’t let the guy blow me . . . I hadn’t done ANYthing! UNlike Jake had last night. Or how many fucking nights . . . or days . . . or times . . . or different men . . . when I wasn’t around?

    Slamming the chair back and sending it rolling wildly when I abruptly got to my feet I stomped into my office’s private bathroom. I got out of my jeans and t-shirt and got into gym clothes from my closet, grabbed a hand towel to use for a sweat towel and headed down to the gym in our building.

    I was halfway through the almost-deserted office – there were one or two eager-to-impress associates about now who hadn’t been there before when I walked through – when I had a thought. It was one of those thoughts lawyers have about cases that the people involved usually don’t; I wondered if that was a good sign as far as me coping with my situation or a bad one. I turned and went to my assistant’s office.

    I found what I was looking for in the “in case of” cabinet, using the key he kept hidden, but not from me. I took out one of the spare iPhones and went into my office. As I walked I powered the phone up, surprised – but not really surprised, knowing my anal-retentive assistant – that it didn’t need a charge to respond right away. I plugged it in anyway, and then I set to initiating it as a restore from Jake’s iCloud backup. Sneaky, I know, but it might come in handy to prove whereabouts and messages if things got contentious, nasty.

    I suddenly realized I had no idea IF things would get nasty. I didn’t think there was any reason they should, given that we were both intelligent and level-headed – well, if we excuse Jake’s slutting around on the best husband in the world! But as my partner who handles our divorce practice often says, any intent for an amicable divorce is someone deluding him or herself. That settled into the pit of my stomach like another among many rocks.

    Not wanting to let myself get caught up in that whirlpool of self-pity or anger, I quickly made sure the iPhone was restoring and headed out. I turned abruptly at the door to my office and went back for my gym towel, and then I was really on my way to sweat out some frustration.

    The building my firm’s Los Angeles headquarters is located in is one of those security fortresses. There is no “retail space” accessible from outside the building, so the gym is for tenants who have security cards to get in – only. It’s a perk, and not all the companies in the building contribute to the cost of maintaining it, so they and their employees don’t have access. We do. We encourage use of it by our employees.

    On the way down in the elevator I knew exactly what I’d do first. After a brief warm-up, I was headed for the heavy bag that had recently been added, and I was going to pummel the living shit out of it!

    That’s what I did, and did, and did . . . until I was so sweaty and so exhausted and so full of burn and pain that it was pervasive, wiping all my thoughts, all the swirling vapors of everything about Jake and me, from my head. I ended winded, drenched, spent and standing leaning against the bag, our weights in counterbalance to each other, the bag, my opponent, and me.

    I was startled by a bottle of cold water – I saw it was dripping with sweat, like me – in my peripheral vision and then tuned into awareness of a deep voice connected, I surmised in that instant, to the hairy arm holding the water. I straightened with difficulty, then parried the bag when it swung against me. “Careful there,” the voice now registered clearly for me.

    I turned to see him, and I took the water bottle, enjoying the feel of the cold wetness against my hot palm. He was taller than I, very built as was obvious in a tank top that showed off his massive shoulders and muscular, corded, dark-furred forearms. His corded neck led to a handsome, fully-bearded face with bright eyes that showed more interest and promise than was good for me right then. “Thanks,” I managed, uncapping the bottle and pulling a long swig from it.

    “Haven’t seen you here before,” he threw out, unoriginally. I laughed at that, which seemed to give him no pause at all. “I’m Gerald Burton,” he said, putting out a hand with big, thick, long fingers.

    My thoughts, of course, went the wrong place looking at those fingers, feeling the strength of his grip and the warmth of him. “Ethan Warner. I work in the building,” I added unnecessarily, given I was there in the building gym.

    “I can’t believe that. I’m sure I would have seen a guy who looks like you before,” he said unabashedly, surprising me. It must have shown. “Hey, nothing meant, just a compliment,” he added, taking a step back as if I would punch him.

    His step back was hindered by my grip on his hand, holding the handshake, keeping him close. “How often do you get a black eye when you use that line on a straight guy?”

    “Hardly ever,” he answered with assurance and a smirk, stepping back in. “Usually it’s when I compliment the wrong gay man, and his boyfriend or husband decks me.” He looked pointedly at my ring. Funny I hadn’t taken it off before I left home, chucked it down the drain in the shower or something. Stupid idea – it wouldn’t have passed the drain grate. “Anyway,” he continued, “I’m Joey Pellone.”

    I felt him grip my hand tighter, and I felt it elsewhere, a new rush of heat through me as he looked me squarely in the eyes. There was no missing the invitation. And there was no ignoring my own swirling emotions, most of them sending signals to my balls and dick, some coherent enough to say in my head WHY NOT? JAKE CHEATED ON YOU, SO SHOW HIM!

    Joey’s smirk remained, and he seemed to be waiting me out. I finally let go of his hand, more like dropping a hot potato, unintentionally. That made the smirk go to a full grin, and I was now the one to take a step back. “Well,” he said with obvious satisfaction. “At least I know you thought about it.”

    I did. And I was. I found myself looking around, then back at him, now regarding me more quizzically. “Oh, we’re alone here,” he told me. “I’m usually here this time on Saturday mornings, and I rarely see anyone.” Before I could think of something to say, he added, “I guess today was just my lucky day . . . or might be yet, I should say.”

    “Not here,” I stammered, surprised that was what had emerged from my mouth among the many thoughts, protests, regrets and, obviously, desires.

    “Your office or mine?” he posed bluntly.

    “Uhhhhhh,” I stammered.

    He laughed heartily and smacked my shoulder. The flash of heat from his touch, even through my soaked t-shirt sleeve, almost made my eyes roll back – it was enough to stop his laugh and make his gaze intense. “I was kidding about our offices.”

    “Whew,” I mugged relief, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.

    “Unless, of course . . . ” he taunted me.

    This time I laughed. “Hey if your office is where you want to go . . . “

    He backed off, putting up his hands in surrender. “No, I think I’ll pass on that. I actually live here in the Towers.”

    “Alone?”

    “Fortunately.”

    He gave me the unit number, and I told him I had to go up and get my keys and would be there shortly. He countered by stepping in and, with his nose barely a hair’s width from my skin, inhaling deeply at the base of my neck. “Or, we could jog over there and replenish this amazing sweat you have going there,” he suggested, his breath hot against my neck, my cock straining in my gym shorts. When he added a long swipe up the artery along my neck, my body more than shivered, it spasmed.

    “OH FUCK YES. Let’s just go.”

    Halfway up Avenue of the Stars my brain overtook my cock and pushed the more recreational thoughts to the background. WHAT THE FUCK was I doing? A HOOKUP? Just like that?

    YEAH! Why the FUCK not? I’m single again – or just about to be. And his ass is FINE, bouncing in those gym shorts of his. So are his muscular arms and shoulders, wide down to a narrow waist in a tight V. OH HELL YES.

    We hit his building, and he carded us in. I’d never been to the Towers before, but I’d driven by them plenty of times, could just see them out the corner of my office window if I looked south instead of west toward the ocean where my gaze usually took me. We caught a couple of looks on our way to the elevator . . . a semi-hot guy who seemed to have trouble choosing which of us to ogle, and an older matron who obviously wasn’t a connoisseur of sweaty men judging by her turned-up nose.

    We were alone in the elevator, and Joey turned to me, leaning against the wall of the elevator, rubbing his crotch and then rubbing up his abs, pulling up his shirt, displaying a dark-furred washboard. All the while he grinned at me.

    FUCKING HOT!

    But once again, my brain horned in on my cock’s thoughts. IT’S THE FUCKING ELEVATOR IN HIS BUILDING. SERIOUSLY?

    It’s fucking HOT! my cock weighed in. HE’S fucking hot!

    My cock was almost fully hard, straining in my shorts. Joey’s leer, looking down, was filthy . . . and . . . perfect.

    It was lucky that the elevator got to our floor – which, when I quickly glanced at the display showed it was the 21st – not bad! – otherwise I might have done something which would have given the building security a show on the elevator camera that they weren’t ready for. Oddly, as we followed the hall I found myself comparing this iconic building to my own top-floor loft condo in Santa Monica’s Waverly. I hadn’t seen the unit, but I was already awed, just being four times as far from the ground, forgetting that Century City is on a hill besides.

    The loft that Jake had turned it from a possession to a home. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? I asked myself suddenly, lagging behind Joey. I’m hooking up? My view was of Joey’s amazingly well-shaped ass, and my cock said, FUCK YES you’re hooking up! Why the FUCK not?

    I was passing into Joey’s condo then, following him, my head full of conflict. Both heads in conflict, actually. Yet my feet kept moving ahead, inside, following Joey, as he determinedly walked through the apartment leading the way.

    Leading the way through a strange man’s strange apartment . . . when my husband was who knows where . . .

    YOUR CHEATING, LYING husband! my cock reminded me. HE’D already be naked with that stud there in front of you. Just LOOK at that ASS. It was a mighty fine ass. And it was part of a mighty fine looking stud.

    Joey turned abruptly after entering a nicely sized bedroom, and he faced me with a look of total desire. “Seems like it took longer to get in here than it took to get here from the office building,” he said, a little self-consciously. The self-conscious smile was an enhancement, another aspect, to his handsome-featured face.

    I advanced on Joey. His eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward me. “Get naked!” I ordered.

    He stopped, hesistated only a moment then took a stance, squaring himself, facing me, almost close enough for me to smell his sweat . . . which was heady. Then, very slowly, he pulled his tank top up and over his head. First my breath caught when I saw his big shoulders rippling and rolling, also his forearms and biceps, so defined, ripped and corded, also undulating. Then that dark-furred washboard of his abs, from his narrow waist where his dark fur promised to descend to the growing bulge in his workout shorts, and then he furred slabs of pecs, large, dark nipples appearing to dance in rolling motions as his torso moved with the shirt coming over his head, finally coming to rest in the view of his naked torso. Then he was kicking off his sneakers and thumbing down, from inside his waistband, his workout shorts and what I saw were compression briefs underneath, slowly, teasingly exposing the length of his very thick, long, veiny cock. When his head popped free it was enormous, angry purple, a wide, blunt helmet that was as formidable as my own . . . which was saying something indeed. I enjoyed again the sight of every muscle in his upper body in motion as he pushed his shorts down and then farther down his legs as he bent over, finally gaping at his developed quads as he stepped free of the shorts. To cap the performance, he held my gaze for a moment after straightening again, standing there facing me with his big hardon determinedly forward as if to indict me, then he turned slowly so his back was to me, and he bent over slowly, his feet wide apart, and pulled first one of his gym socks off, then the other, his hairy, perfectly-sculpted ass fully on display, his hole winking to me, beckoning me. Again slowly, he finally straightened, his broad back muscles all in motion, then he turned to face me, his hands resting on his hips, as if he was preparing to unbuckle his Adonis belt.

    “Your turn,” broke my reverie, and I actually started when he said it to me.

    Without thinking more – after all, any blood previously in my brain was now filling my very hard, raging fuckbone – I followed his lead and began by pulling my t-shirt over my head and casting it aside. I knew I didn’t have the body Joey did, but he seemed to appreciate my lean-muscled torso, at least based on the way his tongue slipped across his upper lip, his mouth only slightly opened. Then I toed off my shoes as I pushed down my workout shorts, pulling them out to get them free of my hardon, which surged forward and bounced in its freedom, pointing straight at Joey. His eyes widened, fixed on my huge horsecock. Then, after admiring it, obviously desiring it, he sunk to his knees, as if in reverence of it.

    Joey’s face was inches from my cock. I stood, waiting, the inane thought in my head that the expansive view of the city in the haze from his bedroom was nothing like ours – like mine and Jake’s – from our condo overlooking the ocean. NO, MY CONDO, my inner voice reminded me. Mine before Jake, before my life changed, before everything went vivid and exciting and comfortable and great. BEFORE I WAS PLAYED FOR A FOOL AND CHEATED ON, my head reminded me, with whatever blood-deprived brainpower was there. Or maybe it was my heart, angry and hurt, abetting my brain to remind me.

    I forced my focus to the hunky Italian on his knees before me. Just there, on his knees, facing my cock but doing nothing. What the fuck was that about anyway? Permission. It dawned on me that Joey was waiting for permission. Submissive. Hands behind his back, holding position. Docile. Jake would never wait, never not take what he wanted. Jake would take ME and make me take him if I wasn’t already. And if I was, he’d take me right back, and we’d be a fireball of lust, together.

    EXCEPT WHEN HE’S BURNING THAT FIREBALL WITH ANOTHER GUY!

    “SUCK IT!” I ordered.

    Joey’s response was immediate, and a moan of excitement accompanied his leaning forward, the first lick of his tongue, gently, on the underside of my broad, flared head, up over my piss slit, sucking in my precum that had been accumulating there. Then he very gently engulfed my head with his lips and still lightly swirled his tongue around my head. Gently. Too gently. Jake would have taken my shaft in the firm grip of one hand, taken my big, full, hanging balls in an even firmer grip with his others, and he’d be eating my bone like it was his first meal after a fast.

    I put my hands on Joey’s sweaty hair, immediately startled by the unpleasant feel of some goo in it. Something like wax, maybe. I’d given up product in my hair shortly after Jake and I had become addicted to one another, before we were a couple but after we were fucking often. He sweat and showered for his job – workouts, practices, play – and when I’d asked him about it, he looked suddenly stricken and asked me if I didn’t like his hair. In fact, I loved it. The short, dark blondish hair on his head and everywhere else on his body felt like something soft and comforting and welcoming and manly. I didn’t even know what the dark fur on Joey’s body felt like other than his gooey hair, which felt like I’d need to wash my hands before I felt the rest or it would become tacky and snarled because of the goo.

    Joey was still lightly – annoyingly! – swirling his tongue over my cockhead, lips on the flare of it, only that much in him. I realized he was waiting for me to pull him down farther. Jesus!

    With my hands in his gooey hair, I pulled Joey farther onto my cock, pushing my hips forward at the same time. He moaned, a higher moan than before, as I did. It wasn’t a hot, manly moan; it was the moan of a bitch, ambiguous as to pleasure or reluctant submission. JUST FUCK THIS BITCH’S FACE AND MAKE HIM EAT YOUR SEED! was my cock’s message. So I did.

    I began fucking Joey’s face, pulling out until his lips were again back at my head, then thrusting into his mouth until I was jammed at the back of his throat. He gagged – hard – when I pushed farther, but I kept on fucking his face and shoving harder against his throat every time. His gags went to sputters and gasps around my cock as I increased my demands, starting to buck and struggle a little when I pushed harder and penetrated his throat the first time and pulled out again. YEAH, THAT’S WHAT A SUBMISSIVE LITTLE COCKSUCKER IS MADE FOR!

    Forcing myself was unnecessary; I was shoving my cock into his throat a few inches with each thrust, despite his near-convulsions before I’d pull it out again. My hips were being controlled by my needy nuts and eager cock. This wasn’t me, I thought suddenly and briefly. And that wasn’t Jake, the only man I wanted to service me, the only man I wanted to service. Yet my cock and nuts took no notice, and my hips continued to thrust. I noticed also I had Joey’s gooey hair knotted in my fingers, a death grip on his head.

    WHY THE FUCK WAS I HERE? I suddenly got angry. With myself, with Jake, certainly; but I was also angry with this hunk of a man who was really a pussy bitch. He was a terrible cocksucker, and he didn’t know how to handle a big cock like mine. In fact, he wasn’t really enjoying being used like I was using him.

    WHO GIVES A FUCK? BLAST YOUR NUT AND . . .

    I was fucking his face furiously, taking out my aggressions, his moans now squeals. His hands were planted on my thighs, pushing back when I shoved my raging cock down his throat. But even his grip on my thighs and force of his pushback was somehow unmanly, like a girl fighting a rapist. That just pissed me off more, and I skull-fucked that bitch hard and fast and mercilessly, ignoring the squeals and pushback and convulsions as his body struggled for air.

    When I got close he was struggling constantly. I suspect it’s because my fuckrod gets so much thicker right before I cum and my head becomes close to the size of a tennis ball, accounting for the even wider flange and flare of my head. I fucked his face HARDER and felt my nuts tightening as my heart heaved and ached. But I pushed on – literally – and when I was just there, I planted myself in his throat, shoving his face HARD into my sweaty pubes, feeling his nose jammed against me and began unloading in him.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I screamed, more in frustration than release. My nuts pumped. Joey gagged and struggled, his screams muffled, his throat gulping. I felt tears on my cheeks.

    I suddenly realized Joey’s struggling was becoming weaker, his moaning or screaming almost mute now. I’d certainly stopped my unloading, and I pushed him off me hard and fast, feeling him even limper in my grasp than he’d been while I used his mouth.

    Joey slumped back, gasped a little and then gasped in a huge breath. I saw his face was bluish. JESUS! I’d almost suffocated the bitch!

    Getting my fingers out of his hair brought a grimace to his face – that goo stuck and make it difficult – and when I was finally free he slumped back and then fell onto his side on the floor. Before I could even form the thought to wonder what the fuck I’d done to him, he gasped out, “That . . . was fu . . . king . . . great.” I looked down at him, laying there, and then something caught my eye. As I looked nearer, I saw cum on the floor and followed it to my socks and legs. The bitch had cum at some point from the rough treatment I’d given him.

    My stomach lurched, full of revulsion. I had no idea if it was he or if it was my own actions, but I was disgusted. My cock was going limp, my dregs dripping everywhere as I hurriedly got into my workout shorts and shoes and grabbed my shirt and headed for his door, not caring one bit that my cumdregs were showing on my shorts and his cum was splattered all over my legs.

    “HEY WAIT,” he weakly called behind me, and I heard sounds to indicate he was struggling to his feet. “You don’t have to go. You can fuck me.” I sped up my pace to the door. “You can use me like that anytime, stud,” he called as I got his complicated locks open on his door – funny to have so many locks on the door in a secure building like this, I thought, and I hadn’t noticed them before when we got there – and didn’t even go to the elevator for fear he’d follow me.

    I saw the EXIT sign with its arrow pointing to what I hoped would be the stairwell door and crashed through the door, indeed finding the stairs. YOU’RE ON THE 21ST FLOOR GENIUS, my brain chided me as I headed down, fast and careless, stumbling twice on the painted cement stairs and catching myself by slamming off the pipe rail, both times before I even got to 20.

    My tears were flowing now – full force. I hadn’t felt that since my brother had died, killed in a stupid war for ungrateful people half a world away from me and my family. As I stumbled and fell and found my footing barely over and over, I descended, all the while feeling my heart breaking for my brother . . . and for myself.

    Somehow I got to the ground level and burst out into the hazy sunshine with only minor scrapes and ankle twists. And then I was running – not jogging but running full out – around the building, hoping I was going toward an exit to Avenue of the Stars, momentarily relieved when I found it and then full-out again, back toward my building.

    I’d had to go back up to my office because my security key was all I had with me. I’d grabbed my phone and keys and hurried back down, taking only passing notice that a couple of others in the firm were there and had seen me run in and out, only one having called to me to see if everything was okay as I ran out again. Racing out of the garage I burned rubber on the Avenue and suddenly realized I needed to get a grip. Mercifully the light at Santa Monica was red, so I had a moment to collect myself. It was then that I took some breaths, took stock and knew what I’d do, not just where I was going.

    When I got to my building and into the garage, my suspicion was confirmed. Jake’s ridiculous Ferrari was still there. Ridiculous because he was so big, and it was so tight to get into. But he loved that car. And, sadly, I loved him . . . more than anything.

    I got to my loft atop the building and found Jake, who’d obviously been miserable, suddenly now looking surprised and hopeful, yet wary as I burst into the condo. I stalked up to him until I was standing right in front of him where he sat on the big, tufted-leather ottoman as big as a table that I’d first laughed at my decorator when he’d bought it . . . and then laughed again after Jake and I discovered its amazing use as a fuckstation, as we called it. Him on all fours, perfect height, both of us with the vast view of the ocean if we were cognizant of anything but our fucking.

    Jake was sitting there on the ottoman, hunched over, his big, broad shoulders slumped as he leaned on his arms on his muscular legs.  There was his big travel bag beside him, and had been crying. It was obvious from his puffy, red eyes. He looked up at me pathetically. Suddenly though I saw his reaction, his face changing to alertness, processing. He’d smelled the sex on me. He slowly turned his gaze back, lowered his head, breathing in deeply, leaning in, inhaling, then looking up at me.

    I was ashamed. I was full of regret and remorse for having done it. It was such a tacky thing to do, so tawdry and so totally unworthy of my mournful sorrow for what Jake had done to us. But when I looked down, Jake was grinning up at me.

    The immediate thought I had was to SLAP him HARD. What the fuck, anyway? Jesus how could he have done that to us and then, now, be smirking because he knew I’d been with someone else. Both of those enraged me, and I think he knew that, too, looking up at me. “Do it!” he said simply, the grin gone.

    “I already did!” I shouted down at him.

    “No, I know that. And I know we’re not even. So do what you have to . . . to me.” He paused, his look intense, pleading. “Punch me, kick me or slap me around,” he pleaded. And then, “Just don’t leave me,” he finished in a small voice like I’d only heard once, when he’d been injured badly and was afraid his career would be over. “HIT ME!” he screamed up at me.

    I wanted to. God knows I wanted to make him hurt like he’d hurt me. But I didn’t hit. He was the scrapper; I was the thinker. We were in many ways our yin and yang yet also very much the same in others. I pulled him to his feet, and he looked down at me, steeled for a punch. “Can we fix this?” I heard myself ask, not at all what I’d expected I’d say, none of the wrath or catharsis I had intended.

    His tears were rolling down both cheeks as he stood there facing me pitifully. “I don’t know, Eth,” he choked out. And then he was sobbing, and I had him in my arms. “I just know I couldn’t leave without doing something to show you that this is the only life I want – you’re my whole life, Eth. But I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think of what to do. I just was sitting here, paralyzed, knowing that if I left my world would go dark. I’m so sorry, Eth. It’s never happened before. And I promise I’ll never do it again. I love you, Ethan, more than anything in the world. You’ve changed my whole life – you’ve given me a life – and please, babe, PLEASE know I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for what I did. I’m so very sorry.”

    It couldn’t be this easy. Could it? I held the man I love in my arms as he cried, and then I was crying, too. The pain was deep and sharp; but I was the only place I could ever hope to find solace. That was the truth of it. And as long as that was the truth, this was where we both had to be. So I hoped we could fix it . . . for both of us.

    * * * * * A little over five months later * * * * *

    The announcer was calling the lineup on opening day. Before he even called Jake’s name, the stadium went wild. “And now last year’s World Series MVP, our own -” The rest of his announcement, Jake’s name, was drowned out by everyone in the stands going nuts. Sitting behind home plate, with the other spouses and girlfriends and, yes, even one boyfriend, several of the women tousled my hair or hugged me from behind and my sides, one enthusiastic wife reached back to pat me and got a handful of my crotch by accident. She looked stricken . . . then appreciative, and she gave me a wink.

    Jake and I had put that bad Saturday morning behind us. We even had a few laughs about how lousy the men were we’d had sex with. “Well, you SAW the pic he texted me, Eth. I mean, trust me – that hole wasn’t newly stretched!” Poor guy.

    A few weeks afterward I’d finally built up the courage to ask Jake if it had been about topping. We’d fallen into a pattern, a mold really, where I topped and Jake bottomed. It was difficult for me to broach the subject of anything potentially not perfect about our sex together – for me it was perfect. Jake was an energetic and always-willing partner, often the initiator and aggressor – he just had always wanted me to fuck him. Jake confessed that he’d fucked the guy because he wanted it and because no way he would have let the guy fuck him – that was for US, he told me. And I could tell from his teary eyes that he meant it.

    After we’d talked it through, I’d gotten him to fuck me . . . there on that ottoman which had seen so much action with me doing the fucking, to make that OURS too, completely, both the flipping and another christening of the ottoman.  But I could tell for him he really wanted me to be inside him despite giving it his all – he really fucked the daylights out of me, actually, and I was seeing stars before it was over . . . but it really wasn’t quite right. Then since then we’d laughed about that, too. We were laughing before we got to our bathroom to shower up . . . well, he was laughing more than me, laughing at me limping my sore, thrash-fucked ass down the hall.

    We laugh a lot, like we always have.

    Jake’s first swing caught the fastball perfectly, and he knocked it into the outfield bleachers about halfway up. I, along with everyone else, was on my feet screaming and pumping my fist in the air, hugging and getting hugged by bouncing breasts all around me, high-fiving everyone around, tears embarrassingly running down my face . . . but I wasn’t embarrassed at all. When Jake was about two-thirds of the way from third to home he looked right at me and blew me a kiss with both hands then did an airborne fist-pump and crossed the plate. He blew me another kiss as he turned toward the dugout, before he went out of view below.

    And then I was laughing like a hysterical fool, laughing through my tears, as I clapped for my husband . . . and for our life together.

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