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  • A Dish Best Served Cold.

    This is a work of fiction and in no way relates to any real events. Any resemblance to real people or events is pure coincidence.

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    It was about 2 am and the five of them were heading back to Steve’s flat for what was left of the night. Steve had suggested that as it was only across the park it wasn’t worth trying to get a taxi so they were walking.

    It had been a good night. It was Phil’s stag night and there had been plenty of booze and lots of laughs. The worst that had happened had been that they had removed his jeans early on and he had been forced to spend the evening in just his tee shirt and boxers. They had been pulled down a couple of times, but at least he had been able to pull them straight back up!

    Now they were crossing the park. It was closed at this time of night but since when had that stopped anyone? It had taken them several attempts to get over the gate in their alcoholic stupor, but now they were not far from Steve’s flat and sleep.

    Phil was walking along in a sort of daze and so was unaware that Steve and Jeff had fallen a little way behind and were deep in conversation about something. Whatever it was they were finding it hard not to laugh out loud, and when they passed it on to Paul and Mark, their reaction was the same.

    The path wound round a lake and then passed through a large area of woodland. They were about half way through the woods when Phil was grabbed from behind and carried to the ground on the grass by the path.

    “What the fuck?” yelled Phil. He tried to get up but found that Jeff, Paul and Mark were all holding him firmly down.

    “Now you didn’t think we’d let you get away without ending the evening in traditional fashion did you?” asked Steve.

    In his inebriated state it took Phil a minute to realise what this meant.

    “Oh no. You’re not stripping me!” he yelled.

    “Like to bet?” laughed Jeff.

    “OK guys. Off with his kit!” said Steve.

    He fought but it made little difference. In almost no time at all Phil was as naked as the day he was born.

    “OK. Bring him over and sit him on that bench.” said Steve.

    Phil was lifted to his feet and, with some struggling was pulled across and forced to sit on the park bench.

    “Hold his arms along the top rail.” said Steve. Soon Phil’s arms were tied stretched out along the top rail of the bench back. “And now for his legs.” His legs were pulled apart and his ankles tied to the benches legs.

    “Lucky it’s a warm night.” said Paul as the four of them stood looking at Phil as he sat there.

    “OK guys, time to go.” said Steve, “Sleep well, dear Prince!” he said mockingly to Phil.

    “Aw come on guys. A jokes a joke.” said Phil but the only answer he got was distant laughter. He tried calling out to them a few more times but got no answer. “Surely they won’t leave me here all night.” he thought. “They’ll come back in a little while and we can all have a laugh about it.” But time passed with no sign of his friends returning.

    Distant footsteps! Muffled voices! He had been right. They were going to come back and let him go. Something nagged at the back of his mind but he didn’t give it too much thought. He was just relieved to think he would soon be untied.

    Then it hit him. They were the wrong voices! It wasn’t his friends, it was someone else.

    “Oh please don’t let them come this way.” he groaned to himself, but his prayer went unanswered.

    “What the fuck?” said a strange voice.

    “Ooh! Is it my birthday?” said another.

    “Trust you Rich.” said the first guy. Then there they were. Four guys of similar age to Phil and his friends, but complete strangers.

    Phil could feel himself blushing. Only his girl friend had seen him undressed for several years and it was so embarrassing to be there, completely naked and being inspected by four strangers.

    “Could you untie me please?” he said.

    “How did you get like this?” asked a tall blond guy. From his voice Phil knew he was the one he had heard first.

    “It’s my stag night and my mates wanted to keep to tradition.” he replied. “Please untie me, it’s so uncomfortable and my arms are hurting.”

    The four guys looked at each other and something seemed to be agreed between them without a word being spoken.

    “Go on you two.” said the blond. The two who had not yet spoken moved towards Phil and began to untie his legs.

    “Thanks guys.” said Phil in relief.

    “Oh don’t thank us yet!” said the one on his right leg. He was a short, stocky guy with mousy hair. And they all laughed.

    That laugh made Phil a bit uneasy though he couldn’t say why. Without warning his legs were lifted into the air and pulled towards his arms.

    “What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled. “That hurts!”

    “Well it’s like this,” said the one called Rich “finding a good looking boy like you in this situation is just too good to pass up.” And with that he put his hand on Phil’s chest and began to stroke from side to side.

    “Look.” said Phil. “I don’t do this sort of thing. I’m straight. Just untie me and let me go.”

    “Listen my friend.” said the blond. He was now standing behind Phil and he grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as he spoke. “We’re going to have a little bit of fun, and if you co-operate, then we might let you go.”

    “No. Please.” said Phil. “I told you I’m straight. I don’t do things with guys.”

    “Tough.” said Rich and with that he grabbed hold of Phil’s limp cock.

    “Get your hands off me.” Phil yelled and to his relief Rich let go. But mediately he felt a finger beginning to stroke round his anus. “Oh no. Not that. Please!” he cried.

    “Somebody shut him up!” said the one who had not yet spoken. He was a tall guy with long, dark hair. And with that he punched Phil’s balls.

    “I’ll fill his mouth.” said the blond. “Now listen.” he said to Phil who was seeing stars from the pain in his balls. “If I so much as feel a tooth you’ll be given the fastest sex change in history. Understand?” Without bothering to wait for an answer he lept up onto the bench astride Phil, dropped his jeans and shorts and shoved his already stiffening cock towards Phil’s closed mouth.

    Phil tried to turn his head away but he was grabbed from behind and his head forced forward. “Open wide.” said a voice in his ear and his nose was pinched shut. When he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he began to breathe through clenched teeth.

    “Can you persuade him Rich?” asked the blond.

    “It’ll be a pleasure Lance.” and with that Rich wrapped one hand round Phil’s balls and began to squeeze, gently at first but with slowly increasing pressure.

    “He’ll stop squeezing when you start sucking.” said Lance from above him.

    Phil stuck it out a bit longer but eventually the pain in his balls was too much. “OK!” he yelled and opened his mouth. Immediately Lance thrust his stiff cock in as far as it would go.

    “That’s more like it.” said Lance and began to thrust gently in and out of Phil’s unwilling mouth. “You can stop squeezing now Rich.”

    But Rich didn’t stop. He continued to tighten his grip till Phil thought he would pass out. He tried to cry out but could only make muffled grunts. “Let go Rich. I’m sure you can think of something else to do.” said Lance and with that the pressure on Phil’s balls was released.

    Rich went back to fingering Phil’s arse hole and one of the others, he couldn’t see which, took hold of his cock and started to wank him. Then Rich pushed a finger inside him making Phil jump.

    “Oooh. That got a reaction.” said Rich “Lets see how he likes this.” and promptly pulled his finger out only to push two in. “I wonder how many he can take?”

    Phil didn’t even try to respond. He was trying to synchronise his breathing with the thrusts of Lance’s cock which was pushing harder each time at the back of his throat. He had a mild feeling of relief as Rich’s fingers were again withdrawn from up his arse.

    He felt something different pushing against his hole but he had no idea what it was. And then everything disappeared in a flash of the most searing pain he had ever experienced. Even Lance’s cock in his mouth could barely muffle the scream he let out. He had no idea what was being done to him. What could possibly cause such pain?

    “I love a tight virgin hole to fuck.” he dimly heard Rich say and he realised what had happened. Without any warning or preparation Rich had rammed the whole of his cock into Phil’s arse and was now fucking him. “God he feels tight!”

    “I’m getting close.” said Lance in a faint voice and a moment later he thrust his cock deep into Phil’s mouth and held it there. For the first time in his life Phil felt another man cum into his mouth. He felt sick and revolted but he couldn’t help noticing that it had a bitter, salty taste.

    “OK. Who’s next?” and with that Lance pulled his now limp cock out of Phil’s mouth and climbed down.

    “My turn.” said the stocky guy and he climbed up and took over from Lance. All resistance had left Phil. He just didn’t have any fight left in him. He meekly opened his mouth and took the guy’s cock into his mouth. “Looks like he’s getting to like it.” the guy said.

    “Well his cocks starting to harden now” said the guy wanking Phil and he started to increase his speed.

    “Oh God! I’m cumming!” yelled Rich and with that he began to shoot his load deep into Phil’s inside.

    “That makes it your turn to fuck him then Kev.” said Lance and barely a moment after he felt Rich withdraw, Phil felt another cock pushing into his arse. This time however it was slower and the pain was far less.

    Phil lost track of the time. He didn’t know if they all fucked him both ends or not. He just couldn’t say. His arse was sore and his jaw ached. There was cum dripping out of his arse and also running down his chin and chest. About the only thing that stuck in his mind was how each guy’s cum tasted different.

    Then slowly he realised that none of them were inside him. He opened his eyes to see them stood in front of him again, looking at him as they had done when they first found him. They all had their jeans and boxers round their ankles and all four cocks were limp.

    “I think we’re about done with you now.” said Lance as they all began to pull their clothes back into order.

    “Hang on. There’s just one more thing I want to do with him.” said Rich and with that he came and knelt down in front of Phil. Without another word he took hold of Phil’s limp cock once more but this time he bent over and began to suck him. The others came closer and one sat either side of Phil and the third knelt alongside Rich. Much to his own embarrassment and to Rich’s obvious delight Phil’s cock began to harden straight away. Rich sucked harder and faster and the others began to grope Phil in various places.

    Phil groaned and with that Rich stopped sucking and went over to wanking him hard and fast. Phil tried to hold back. In spite of all he’d been through he didn’t want other men to see him cum but it was no good. Rich’s pace was fast and furious and soon Phil had no control left. He let fly a stream of cum which Rich directed up onto his chest where it mingled with all the cum the four of them had left there.

    “Oh my God” said Phil. “I never thought I’d cum for another man.” and a shudder went through him. “Oh no.” he said. “Please stop.” Rich was still stroking his cock, paying special attention to the now super sensitive head. “Argh! No!” Phil begged and pleaded, when he could speak at all, but Rich just carried on.

    “Go on Rich.” said Lance “See if you can make him cum again.” and with that Rich picked up the pace again. Phil was now writhing against his bonds. This was almost worse than being fucked. It seemed to go on for ever but eventually he came again. Rich continued to stroke for a couple of minutes more and then finally let go.

    “Right.” said Lance. “Let’s make a deal. You promise not to go to the police or anything and we’ll untie you and help you get where you want to go. Otherwise we leave you tied up and in pain. Your choice.”

    Phil didn’t have to think long about it. Much as he wanted to see the four of them thrown into jail he didn’t want the whole world knowing what had been done to him. “Don’t worry.” he said. “I’m not telling anyone about this.”

    “OK guys. Let’s untie him.” said Lance and within a few moments Phil was free to massage his aching limbs. “Where are you heading?” he asked Phil.

    “We were all going back to my mate Steve’s place to crash for a few hours.” Phil replied.

    “Hey. Look what I just found.” called the stocky guy. “Are these yours?” he asked Phil holding up a bundle of clothes.

    “Yes.! Where were they?” exclaimed Phil.

    “Just over by the trees. Your mates must have left them there for you.” Replied the guy. “That should make it easier for you to leave the park.”

    “You OK now?” asked Lance.

    “As well as can be expected after what you’ve put me through!” Phil snapped back quickly getting dressed.

    “OK then we’ll be off. See you around.” and with that the four of them moved off along the path.

    “Not if I can help it.” called Phil after their retreating backs.

    Left on his own again, but free and clothed this time, Phil sat back down thoughtfully. He could never tell anyone what had happened. There was just no way he could endure anyone knowing. He stood up and started to walk towards Steve’s and then he paused. A new thought had just struck him. He was the first of the group to get married. That meant that ………. Maybe he should keep some sort of contact with his abusers. They just might come in useful.

    After all, they do say that revenge is a dish best served cold!


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  • The Closet

    The sudden absence of light blinded us. The small space we were in was in that moment darker than black.

    No sight.
    Just touch and sound in a confined space.

    I felt another body pressed against my chest. His arms moved to touch the walls and I heard him curse under his breath.

    My own breath rabid and haphazard, I don’t do well in small spaces.

    “The bloody pricks. Bunch of drunken assholes.” I heard him mutter attempting to turn and presumably face me. I stood pressed against the protruding shelves it was a tight squeeze and maneuvering was almost out of the question at best.

    I guess my rigid stance and alarmed breathing didn’t go unnoticed by the mystery man against me.

    His hands padded my chest, I could feel the heat of his palm mold themselves into my shirt. “Who is this?” his voice but a whisper as our surroundings seem to extract an instinctual behaviour. Speak in hushed tones and moves with caution. You never know what lurks in the dark.

    However I sighed a breath of release, this wasn’t some stranger recognized this voice. I recognized his body too, even though I couldn’t see it now and I’d never touched it before.

    “I – It’s P-Pa…” I started to stammer, there is a reason why I don’t talk too much, I stammer when nervous and I’m nervous often. I felt two hands move up my shoulders, groping and squeezing them to gauge their appearance.

    “Patrick?” Steve asked.

    I nodded without realizing he couldn’t see me yet he seemed to understand my gesture. My nerves subsided some having solved one of the variables of our particular situation. Not stuck with a stranger yet still stuck in a tight confined space.

    My breath hitched again as the thought struck me once more. He responded to me immediately.

    “Just keep calm Patrick, breathe in through your nose and exhale slowly through your nose.” Steve instructed me. Him being a half a head shorter than I, I could feel his breath against my throat as he spoke. “I’m sorry they did this, Paul’s drunk and the rest of them mindlessly follow his lead.”

    “It’ssss ok.” I breathe, naturally feeling the complete opposite but there wasn’t anything we could do about it now. The door had been firmly locked.

    “No, it’s not.  Paul’s drunk and he’s a jerk when drunk. — again he mutter something under his breath so low I couldn’t understand it —  They’ll let us out soon. Christ, I didn’t know they made broom closets this small.” He grunted shifting his feet and accidentally rattled a bucket on the floor as if the universe was doing its upmost to stres his statement. I had been trying not to think about the size of the space we were in but the mere thought of it had my breath hitched again.

    “Here.” He whispered sliding his hands down my arms to grab my clammy ones repositioning them on his waist. “Hold on to me and don’t think of anything else. Let the walls disappear. Envision just you and me.”

    I closed my eyes not that there was a need to and tried to do as he told me to. Strangely enough it did help. My breathing returned to normal and I relaxed some. I imagined him as I held him, warm bodied and kind smiles. That glint of laughter in his eyes as he’s surrounded with friends.

    “That’s it.” He encouraged me feeling my tension slowly ebb away. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck staying silent for a while.

    It wasn’t my breath which increased in speed this time, my heart raced for joy. His scent hit my nostrils and suddenly I was hot. The space we were trapped in grew warm and I felt as if I was encased in a furnace.

    This was Steve. I’ve had a small thing for Steve for a while now. Though I lacked any courage to actually ask him out. We were friends, had been for years and Steve was nice. I mean genuinely nice, always talked to me when we were out and never ignored me when amongst our other friends even if at the time he had a significant other attached to his arm.

    You see that’s how I rate people; how they treat me, if they are nice to me or not. Silly perhaps but not being very attractive myself and far from outgoing that’s how I perceive the world.

    Suddenly I felt a little guilty, it should be someone else stuck in this dark hot hole in the wall with him. Someone he’d actually be interested in. I’d seen several guys tonight give him attention, Steve was hard to ignore. 

    Then a thought struck me.

    “C-Charlie not with y-you tonight?” his boyfriend.

    “Charlie? Patrick, Charlie left two months ago.” He giggled making his chest shake slightly.

    “What?”

    “Yeah, something shinier caught his eye.” He said matter of factly.

    “I-I’m sorry.” I was, Charlie had seemed nice enough although he never spoke to me so my opinion of him was rather limited.

    Steve shrugged laying his head down in the crook of my neck, gripping me tighter. I don’t know what he was doing but I was starting to have its affect on me.

    “Don’t be. I’m not, not anymore anyway.” He mumbled, breathing in deeply. Again I was puzzled by his actions. Is this how he usually calmed down his friends? Though I can’t imagine getting stuck in a dark dingy broom closet with another guy was an everyday occurrence for him.  It certainly wasn’t for me.

    Then that sense of guilt hit me again. If he’s single he’d probably rather be here with someone else other than me. I’m nothing special, I’m hardly even part of our group, I just always seem to show up. I’m that guy that tags along. Every group has one just like me.

    “Sorry you got stuck here with me then.” I said before I could even think the words I would have otherwise been too shy to say. Darkness apparently digs up all kinds of behaviours in us, ones which usually don’t come to light.

    Steve lifted his head and I could faintly see the outline of his short shaggy hair and imagine his glinting eyes look up at me. Brilliant browns.

    “Why would you say that?” he said and I imagined I could hear a frown in his voice but quickly dispelled that thought.

    “Well, you know… — I shrugged and immediately regretted it as the slight movement rubbed our chests together bringing the tightness of my trousers to the foreground of my mind. — I’m me and … er… not the most exciting person to get stuck in a broom closet with.” To this day I have no idea how I managed to say that but I did.

    Steve sighed, “Why do you do that Patrick?”. Our voices still cloaked in whispers. Once more I felt his breath against my chin this time, I could only imagine his lips a mere fraction from my skin and my heart started it’s jungle drum again.

    “Do what?” 

    “Dismiss yourself that way. You always do that. Always dismiss any chance of someone liking you or find you appealing. You close yourself off to anyone trying to get in.”

    His words stunned me, not cause there was no truth to them but cause he was the one saying them. I know myself I know I do this, however in my mind with good reason. No need to get hopeful if the chance is simply never there.

    “I – I guess, when you’ve been told something your whole life you start to believe it.” I confessed realizing how truthful those words really where as I spoke them.

    “You believe you aren’t attractive?” he asked his voice hitched in disbelief. 

    “Yes.”

    “You believe you aren’t worth pursuing?”

    “Yes.”

    Matter of fact answers for a matter of fact truth. He stayed quiet for a second digesting what I’d said. I’ve never consciously told anyone this before. Interesting how the absence of light can put anonymity in ones words. As if them being said in darkness didn’t make them real yet kept them abstract. As if I could pretend they weren’t mine at all.

    Steve’s hands slide up my back feeling my muscles up to my shoulders, trailing down my arms and clamping on to my waist gently pulling our hips together.

    Jungle drums.

    “Patrick?”

    “Y-Yes.” I gulped, a genuine gulp. An aide for the ability to actually form words.

    “What if I told you I let myself be pushed in here?” he said, his lips faintly touching my chin as he spoke. A shiver ran through my body, electricity I hadn’t experienced before. I heard his words but didn’t believe them. He continued, “I saw what they were going to do, at first I was going to stop it but then…” He lingered leaving sentence unfinished. 

    I was hot, the closet was warm and humid, I could feel his breath against my lips, hear his breathing and feel my heart in my throat “Then…?” I croaked.

    “I didn’t.” he breathed as felt him slowly shift his weight to his toes. My hand still on his hips and his gripping mine.

    I swallowed hard,“Why?”

    “Cause I’ve been watching you Patrick. Did you know that Charlie didn’t like you?”

    I shook my head the small movement enough for my lips to graze his but not touch them. Not yet.

    “None of my boyfriends ever liked you, I could never understand it. I’ve always though you were great.” He mused to my amazement. “Then one night it hit me. They saw how I always watched you, they saw it before I did. Before I even realized it. And all I can think to say is… I’m sorry.” He said emotion in his voice as thick as clay.

    “F-for what?” I asked I didn’t have to imagine the walls falling away around us this time. I didn’t have to envision there only being Steve and I in this very moment. Cause right them that’s all there was. Only Steve and I in the darkness of our surrounds.

    “For never doing this before now.” He said shifting his weight and tilting his head over so slightly so our lips touched.

    At first my reaction was stilled, my brain trying to catch up on the unfolding events but when it did it was like a switch. I returned his kiss, a damn broke asI deepened it, poured myself into it as if this kiss was my first and last on this world. In that moment it could have very well been so.

    Although we were already pressed together this time we melted into each other.  His arms around my neck and mine across his back. He felt and smelled and tasted wonderful, not just like I imagined it but better. Far better!

    His hands cupped my face and I groan into his mouth at the gesture and our tongues dance and play and frolic together. This isn’t a battle cause there’s winners all round in a tousle like this. It’s a game and one to be celebrated.

    I have no idea how long we kissed, time didn’t seem relevant in the darkness. My hands started to drift under his shirt and his rubbed my chest, our lips never disconnecting.

    His skin soft and silky with that pleasant heat emanating from underneath. He unbuttoned my shirt and I notice his hands trembling while held calm and still. He played with my chest hair, curling it around his finger, goose bumps appearing where he touched me.

    I dragged my lips from his down along his jaw to his neck making myself master of an apparent sensitive area for him. His head lolled back as he moaned, a sweet secret sound to my ears. My hands sliding down cupping his cheeks grinding him into me. Feeling both our arousals evident through the layers of textile separating us.

    His arms clamped around my neck and in a move I hadn’t imagined possible in the confined space we were in I lifted him up as he wrapped his legs around my waist. Rattling the shelves behind me but taking no notice of them.

    He used the walls arounds us as support as I pressed his back against the wall. There was just us, the darkness, our sounds and whispers filling the small space, clouding us, enveloping us… 

    There was simply no need for more.

    “Shit, Patrick.” He panted as I unbuttoned his jeans to slide my hands down his pants. It was my turn to curse in lust as I felt the firmness of his cheeks, groping the muscles which them pert and luscious. His own hand squeezed down between us feeling me hard through my own jeans.

    “Yes.” I gasped as he took hold of it molding it in his strong grip  our foreheads together as we tried to breathe through our motions. 

    He quickly released me as his hand contorted awkwardly to be able to grab me in our currant position. He quickly dropped his legs to the ground again as he kissed me and opened my belt expertly. Once liberated he slid his hand down inside and I groan again at his touch. I haven’t felt a mans touch in a long time and his hands were dynamite. They held my straining hardness, playing it gently, gripping it firmer every other stroke.

    In that very second I wanted nothing more than to do the same to him. I fumbled with his already open jeans, pushing them down his hips. Our hand were our eyes in the darkness and there wasn’t a patch on us that was left untouched at least where we could reach. Not was taken for granted, every single nook and cranny discovered and rediscovered. It was hot and sexy and frantic done in a heightened sense of awareness.

    Just the feel of him hard and wanting had me ready. The heat of his flesh and the hardness underneath, the gentle nature of the hanging eggs were more than enough to leave me panting.

    Panting and wanting more.

    It wasn’t just some body I was fondling in a dark broom closet.  This was Steve. The one I thought would never have me. The one I thought I couldn’t ever reach.

    He nibbled my ears as he grabbed one of my hands and guided it between his cheeks. Making me rub and tease and pry open the entrance I found there. He trembled in my arms and I’m sure I wasn’t any different as he handled me.

    I felt him shuffle his feet and pushed his own jeans all the way down.

    “Patrick…” He moaned as he claimed my lips again. “Why the hell haven’t I done this sooner?” he pressed his whole body against me again and I felt his bare legs touch mine. I pushed his shirt up over his head and behind his neck, coupled with another electrifying responds as our naked chests rubbed together.

    “Fuck.” He uttered as I grabbed his cheeks and he instinctively wrapped his legs around me once more. “Imagine what we could have been during all that time.” He panted squirming against me both of us hard as steel ready and open.

    “You and me both Ste.”

    He pushed my chest back to take hold of my cock, I heard and felt him rip open a foil and the smell of lubricated latex filled our small space. Feeling his way he rolled the sheath over my shaft. I pulsed in his hands and squeeze his cheeks of which I had a firm hold.

    “You sure?” I asked, noticing I wasn’t stammering. Strange thing to notice at a time like this but I never seem to stammer during sex.

    “Oh god yes Patrick, I’m sure. I’m more than sure but if you don’t –“ I shut him up with my mouth lifting him up and pressing him against the wall even harder our two entities molding into one. His legs tightening around me.

    “Just tell me one thing.” I asked in between pants and kisses. “Is this a one time thing?”

    Please say no, please say no, please.

    I could feel his body shake with anticipation. “No Patrick, not if it’s up to me.” He managed and I could hear more than lust in those words. There was a frailty to them. An apprehension.

    “Not just sex?” Probably not the best time to have this particular discussion, I can imagine anyone answering yes just to make me move but it had to have an answer. I needed that. I needed him to say it.

    “No.” he croaked.

    “Good.” I kissed him before I made us both go mad with need.

    His hole was already wet with my previous ministrations and we both groaned loudly as my tip touched it. Our groans deepened I pushed through. The second the head popped in I stopped, letting him adjust and giving myself a second to process the sensation going through my groin, body and mind.

    The heat between us increased as our breathes had us sweating and slik against one another. I could feel the wall behind him is I slowly sank into him. Feel his arms tight around my shoulder, his nose in my neck and his knees in my armpits gripping my sides. I could taste the sweat of  his shoulder and almost hear the thumping of his heart, or was that mine?

    Once my descent completed he groaned. “Damn you feel good. Fuck Patrick I feel full. Who knew you were this big.” I made my dick jump inside him to which he giggled and I couldn’t help but giggle with him. Our lust turning into playfulness as he started to rock into me.

    The giggles soon subsided replaced by moans as I thrust into him. Fast, slow, grinding, longdicking…  He took it all and I was pleased I had decent arm strength to hold him as we used the wall as a counterbalance.

    “Oh Patrick… Patrick.” He sighed repeating my name over and over and there was nothing I could have wished for more. 

    Say my name. Say it again.

    I wish I could have said I lasted long but in reality I have no idea how long it lasted. I didn’t count the thrusts or the number of times he pleaded for me to go harder or deeper. I didn’t keep track of my own utterances. All that consumed me was Steve, feeling his weight around me, the hairs on his legs and the smoothness of his chest. Even the line of his neck as I bit and sucked his skin, nibbling his collar bone.

    Then it happened. 

    He spasmed and his grunts pitched higher. “AAAAhhhh shit Patrick…” he was on the edge, right on that ledge and he whispered something that just about blew my mind. “Can … Can I cum?”

    It was so faint and breathless I almost missed it. I nearly stopped right there in shock. I gripped him tighter pressed his leaking cock firm between us. “Yes, cum for me Ste. Cum for me.”

    And he did.

    He wailed, the silence our our surroundings forgotten out as he came in ropes splattered between us. Making my partner cum always intensifies my pleasure, within seconds I was filling the latex sheath protecting us. Dreaming of the day there would be no need for it.

    To say it was intense would be an understatement. To say it was mind blowing would be and understatement. It was in all accuracy all consuming. As if the darkness of our closet swallowed us whole.

    Sinking to my knees keeping him firmly in place we slowly regained our breathes. “Oh god Patrick.” He murmured as he kissed me over and over again. Kissed ever bit he could reach as my fingers stroked him gently. We sat there like this enjoying our descent and afterglow. Whispering sweet nothing in each others ears. Confessing our feelings more than once. We sat cocooned once again yet thing time it was a warm loving embrace instead of a oppressing one. This time it was just right.

    Suddenly the door rattled and a blinding light flooded our small world of happiness. Blinking up in the faces of several stunned guests I  instinctively shielded Ste’s naked body as best I could.

    Pauls eyes bulged as he took us in, talk about in flagrante… “Steve? Stammer boy?” 

    Paul really is a jerk when he’s drunk. Come to think of it he’s a jerk even when he isn’t drunk. Ste made no move to scramble away, he just smiled at me. Seeing his face in the fullness of light made me only want him more and it didn’t seem like my face turned him off now it was visible. He nuzzled my neck again rubbed his hands up my back feeling all the muscles present. Counting them with his fingers.

    Our audience still stunned and speechless gawking at what they had unexpectedly found. I turned my head to them, reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

    “Oh, piss off Paul!” I said before closing the door firmly, shutting out the intruding light and bathing us in darkness.

    Ste burst out in laughter. “Well said, love.”

    I reached up and stroked his hair, I couldn’t see it as my eyes hadn’t adjusted to darkness again yet but I didn’t need to. Right now the light wasn’t necessary. The outside could wait we had some catching up to do. Only Ste and I in our blanket of darkness was enough. 

    We were enough and we’ve been enough ever since.


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  • Bro-ship becomes more

    Bro-ship becomes more

     part 1

    Hey yall thanks for clicking on my story this is my first ever so please be patient with me as I learn the best ways to write and express my interest/feeling. I hope you enjoy!

    Names have been changed to protect identities.

    Waking up to my alarm clock ringing right in my ear was not the best start to my senior year but was glad to get it over with. First a little about me im not ur average redneck im 18 bigger built but not fat. I work out when I can but don’t make a habit of it, I have a bad ass beard, and no not the morning after stubble that most 18 year olds have im talking full on man beard. Im fairly hairy, just enough to be hot. My cock is average size about 7 inches and cut with some neatly trimmed pubic hair and im gay. I do everything the “average” redneck would do. I hunt, fish, and go mudding. Anyway back to waking up. After almost Throwing my alarm out of the window I finally got up and headed to the shower. I stood in the shower for a good ten minutes, just letting the hot water wake me up. Ten minutes later I stepped out of the shower grabbed my towel and stared to my room. I got dressed and realized I had a text. I opened the text, it was from my buddy Alex he asked if we where still meeting at our old hangout spot. I responded with a sure and finished getting ready. Now a little about Alex. We were a lot alike both 18 redneck. He had an athletic build about 6’2 great abs and his arms where to die for. He was clean shaven and the sexiest little treasure trail. Back to the story we met up at the bilo next to school. We talked and joked around for awhile and then we compared our schedules. We had all 4 classes together, which we where really happy about. After talking a little more we headed of to school. We got to school and got in our first class. We had mechanics first and second, the teacher was cool and the class became more a hangout then a class. The school didn’t have the money to fund us the tools or stuff to work on so we shot shit for all 3 hours of the class. The last two classes when by quick and we found our selves with nothing to do after school. We quickly decided to go fishing. We got to my house and got the fishing rods together, hooked up the boat and where off. We got to the boat ramp Alex got out and helped me back the boat in the water. We went down the river about 2 miles and decided to try a spot under the bridge. We anchored down and started preparing the rods and Alex was the first to cast out. We sat in the boat talking about random stuff. Alex got up and took his shirt off. I has in heaven he was so hot, but I had to keep my cool because I was not out to him. After about 30 minutes we decided to go back up the river because we weren’t getting any bites. We went back towards the boat ramp and passed and went down a little secluded cove. It was so quite and peaceful. We sat in silence for awhile and out of no where Alex asked me if I was gay. I was so caught off guard without thinking I told him that I wasn’t. and that’s when things got awkward. He just sat there thinking I guess. But I was trying to decide if I wanted to confess or just play it off. As I opened my mouth Alex almost yelled he was gay. He broke down and started crying, I tried to calm him down but nothing helped. He told me he wanted to leave so I drove back and he left without even saying bye. The next day was awkward we talked but nothing about our fishing trip the night before. I asked  him if he wanted to go again and to my surprise he said yes. So afterschool he met me at my house and we left for the river we got there and everything seemed to be fine. We went back to the cove since we got a few bites there the day before. we sat in silence for awhile and I decided it was time. I broke the silence with “Alex im gay too”. His eyes lit up and he smiled and said “good”. Not sure what he meant by that we talked about how we knew we where gay and he asked me if I would be his boyfriend. Of course I said yes but we had to keep it a secret. He agreed and we continued talking. We got a few bites but no luck so we decided to head back. We got to my house and I asked him if he wanted to spend the night. It was Friday night so no school the next day and he had nothing planned so he agreed. It was 9:30 and my mom had left to go to work. She works night shift. We decided to watch a movie. we got in my bed and cuddled up to watch. I was in heaven again still not believing that my best friend was gay and was now my boyfriend. I fell asleep his arms around me. I woke up about 2 am and told him we should get out of our day clothes. I was mesmerized by him stripping down. My eyes were glued to his body until he took his jeans off, he was wearing AE boxers and he had a huge bulge. I snapped out of my daze when he told me it was his turn to stare. I laughed and stood up and began stripping stopping at my boxers. I walked in front of him to take my clothes to the hamper and he grabbed my cock through the boxers. I jumped and dropped my clothes he pulled me into the bed and we began making out. He was the dominant one he stuck his tongue down my throat and I began sucking on it. We continued this  for at least an hour. We stopped for a minute to catch our breath. He asked me if this was my first time and I told him it was. It was also his first time. We got back to making out this time with nothing on. We lye in bed together making out grinding our bodies together. He was about the same size as me but a little thicker. I grabber his cock and slowly jerked him while we made out. Five minutes later we were both hard and ready. He looked at me and said “I hope ur bottom” I didn’t Know if I was or not so I said yes. We hadn’t really planned for this so I didn’t have any condoms and neither did he. He asked me if it was ok to go in raw and I told him it was. I grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to him. I lye in bed feet up and prepare for the pain. He got in front of me and asked if I was ready. I didn’t even say anything I just smiled and he knew I was. He lubed is cock and my tight ass and slowly started to take my virginity. He went slow and it did hurt but nothing horrible. He kept asking if I was ok and after I said yes he would push another inch into me. He was finally all the way inside me and I was loving it. It was weird at first, it felt like I needed to take a dump but felt good. He let me get used to him inside me and then went at it slow at first but steadily fucking me faster. We both moaned from the intense pleasure. I begged him to fuck me harder and he gave me what I wanted. He would slow down and slide in and out almost completely fall out of me which kept us both from cumming then he would ram his thick cock in my ass and fuck me hard. With both of us edging I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without shooting my load. He fucked me a total of about 30 minutes and I could tell he was almost there. We both started tensing up and knew we where going to cum at the same time he asked me if I wanted it in my ass or on my face and even though I would like to eat his cum I told him to cum in my ass. About the same time I said ass I felt both our balls tense and he fucked me harder and kept going. Without warning he shot 8 huge pumps of jizz in my ass and I shot on my chest. It was weird feeling  his cock tense up like it did then pump me full but I loved it. He collapsed on top of me and we feel asleep. The next morning I woke up with Alex still lying on of me, I woke him up and told him we better clean up before my mom gets home. He got up and was still sticky from my cum so we decided to take a shower together. While we where in the shower we made out more then we washed. We got out and dried off and decided to go get something to eat and go fishing.

    Well thanks for reading!

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  • What Friends Do

    I’d gone to the kitchen in Jay’s apartment to get myself a sparkling water from the fridge–we couldn’t drink what we’d really like to drink during the performance season–when his doorbell rang, and he let his landlord in. I just stayed out of sight in the kitchen, because I knew this was going to be unpleasant and I didn’t want the landlord, who I’d heard was a real ass, to get the idea that I’d moved in with Jay after Dalton died. Which I hadn’t, and I didn’t think there was any chance Jay would let me.

    And therein was the rub. This was a good two-bedroom apartment in McLean Gardens almost within sight across Wisconsin Avenue of where both Jay and I were principal dancers with the Washington Ballet. It was a ten-minute walk to the theater for Jay. I had to take the bus from a much lower-rent part of Washington, D.C., and had a studio apartment that wasn’t anywhere near this nice. Jay had lived with Dalton, who was quite a bit older than Jay was and who had a high-level job in some government agency down near the Mall. They’d been a couple for a few years, although Dalton’s employers and friends probably didn’t know it.

    I did, though. Jay and I had come through the dance schools together and now were both principal dancers with the premier modern ballet company in the capital. We were tight–not go-to-bed tight, of course, because we were both bottoms. And we were such good friends that we didn’t begrudge the principal roles the other one got. There was enough for both of us. In fact, we each were leads in the two casts of the current Petite Mort ballet by Jiri Kylián that was in production. That’s why I came to the kitchen for sparkling water rather than a beer. A male dancer pretty much shows it all on stage. We had to be in perfect trim.

    If there was any difference between Jay and me it was that he was long term and consecutive with his bedmates and I was casual one-night, no entangling relationship stands. He preferred them older and regular Joes; I rotated between rich and flamboyant, white sports muscle, and black bulls. I was up for variation, interesting positions, and a bit of rough and Jay was strictly vanilla and romance.

    “I’m good for the rent,” Jay was saying in the other room. “If you’ll just float me for a couple of months. Dalton’s estate has to settle, and then I can pay it all. I could do a third of it a month until then. I don’t want to move. The location is great, and I don’t want to have to move all of this stuff. Just a couple of months, please, before I can get back onto schedule.”

    “We can maybe come to an arrangement,” I heard the landlord, Samuel Weinstein, who had an apartment himself on the ground floor, answer in a low, throaty voice.

    I knew what he had in mind. Jay had told me the man had been pressuring him ever since Dalton had died unexpectedly–and maybe off and on before that. He wasn’t that much different from Dalton. Forties and nondescript looking. Built well enough if a bit on the heavy side. Good looking but not strikingly so, like I liked them. A steady Joe. But he was pushing it with Jay if he wanted to replace Dalton. He might have a chance, but it was too soon. Jay was the romantic kind in contrast to my acceptance of “whatever feels good” and reality.

    “Please, Mr. Weinstein–Sam–I just can’t now.”

    I could see in my imagination, the landlord standing real close to Jay, maybe a hand on Jay’s basket, pushing the issue.

    “That’s too bad,” Weinstein said. “I could be a help to you. And I dropped by because I had a hookup for you that would give you rent money for at least this month.”

    “I don’t do that,” Jay said.

    “Pity. There’s a clothes designer coming in from London for a show at the Capitol Hilton. An old friend of mine. It would be just as an escort for him for the evening and then in his bed for the night. He’s nothing to sneeze at, and it would be $1,500 for just the one night. Not interested, I can see. Well, think about it.”

    I could tell he was at the door of the apartment from the lower volume of his voice. Jay had answered him, but I couldn’t hear what he said. Knowing Jay, though, and his approach to the lifestyle, I knew he’d passed on his regrets. Then I did hear him.

    “But, like I said, it’s just a matter of the estate being settled. It won’t be long. We were legally married and there aren’t any other relatives to contend. And I could do a third until then. Can we do it that way?”

    “The rent isn’t due for two more weeks,” Weinstein answered. “You have time to consider my own proposal–and Christopher Manon isn’t coming in until next weekend. So you have time to think about that too.”

    Christopher Manon, I thought. Not just a clothes designer, but a premier designer and owner of an exclusive line of men’s wear. I’d die to be able to wear his clothes.

    As I heard the door to the outer hallway close behind Weinstein, I made an instantaneous decision. The apartment had a service stairwell that opened from the kitchen. I launched myself into the stairwell and down the three flights of stairs, around the side of the building, and made it back into the front hall as Weinstein was at the door to his apartment.

    “I was upstairs and heard what you said to Jay Gold, Mr. Weinstein. I’m Cole Stevens, a friend of Jay’s.”

    “Another one of those dancers over at the ballet?” he said, looking me up and down. I could tell by the gleam in his eyes that he liked what he saw. I was vain enough to know that he would. Jay and I were virtual twins in everything but some of our attitudes. Which might be helpful in this case.

    “Yeah, well, then you know Jay Gold is in trouble with the rent,” he said. “And I’m a candy man, but not without stipulations. If you’re a good friend of his, you might help him see reality.”

    “I’m a good friend of his, Mr. Weinstein. And I want to see him be able to keep the apartment. I’d be willing to help in any way I can. And I don’t have any of the reservations he has on how to get that done. Maybe rather than convince him of anything, I could show you how much a friend of his I am.”

    He gave me another hard look, and then his face went into a broad-smile expression. “You want to come into my apartment? Maybe see my etchings?”

    “Yes, I’d like that.” We both knew what I had signaled and what his response meant.

    He fucked me on the foot of his bed missionary style, and I gave him a good time, with us sucking each other off in a 69 position before I opened my legs to him, begged him to cock me, and told him what he wanted to hear about how good he was, how big his cock was, how much I was enjoying him plowing me. And, as a matter of fact, he wasn’t half bad, especially if I didn’t zero in on the face; he’d kept his body in reasonable shape and he’d had a shower.

    Afterward, over a beer for him and ice water for me at his kitchen table, before he bent me over that and took me from the rear again, we set up appointments for two more sessions. This was to cover the shortfall in Jay’s rent for the coming month. Then I maneuvered him into asking me to take the one-night gig with Christopher Manon the next Saturday night.

    “I know you offered it to Jay, but there’s not that much difference between us physically. And there’s a whole lot of difference between how we’ll take casual cock. You’ve seen what I can do now. Do you think your friend will find a timid and not fully willing Jay more fun to fuck than me?”

    “Point taken,” Weinstein said with a smile and an intimate search with the hand, which I let him know was appreciated. It wasn’t fully appreciated, of course, but the things we do for friends. I planned to get full appreciation out of Christopher Manon, though.

    I’d have to arrange for Jay to take my place in Petite Mort that night without telling him why I needed the night off, but that’s why we had two casts–so that they could cover for each other, as needed. The ballet director liked to pair Jay and me in roles, not only because we were nearly twins in build and appearance, but also because we were so amenable to covering for each other–and we didn’t put our claws out and try to belittle the other one for ascendance in the role. I wouldn’t tell Jay why I needed the night off, and I’d use the money from the Manon escort service to cover another month of Jay’s rent.

    I got Weinstein to agree to say he’d take the one-third rent offer up front from Jay for the next five months. That way Jay would think we was getting what he offered, no strings attached, and, when Jay paid the back rent portion, Weinstein would come out ahead financially–although when the time came maybe I’d negotiate Weinstein down from that as well.

    The cost would be out of my hide, but this was what friends were for, I knew Jay wouldn’t agree to it if he knew what the real deal was, and I didn’t mind the casual sex all that much.

    Weinstein’s cock certainly wasn’t a particularly difficult chore to take, and from what I remembered of Christopher Manon’s suave looks in the press photos I’d seen, he’d be my type. I didn’t often get paid when a guy who aroused me took me to dinner and spiked me afterward.

    * * * *

    My adventure with Manon started on Saturday morning, when his driver picked me up at Weinstein’s apartment, where I’d writhed half the night away with Weinstein doing pushups on my body. Where that might tire out most guys, the night with my legs open to Weinstein only had me keyed up–and interested in moving up in partners. Weinstein was OK, but he was no Adonis. It was only up from there.

    Manon’s limo driver, Ropo, on the other hand, was just what my appetite was whetted for. He was a six-foot-four, tank of a big black bull, with a bald head and the face of a prize-fighter thug. He was ugly as sin in the face but divine in muscular, athletic body elsewhere. He was dressed in the black livery of a hired limousine driver, which fit him like a glove.

    As I came down the steps of the apartment house and slid into the cavernous back of the limo that was to take me to a spa for grooming for the night’s festivities, I felt both randy and playful and brushed my hand along the bulge of his crotch as he opened the limo door for me and I slid by and into the back of the limousine. I smiled at him to let him know that hadn’t been an accident and felt a little lurch of my own as he jerked and his eyes slitted at the passing attention.

    He poked his head into the car to make sure I knew where we were going. “I’m drivin’ you to Mr. Manon’s store for a tuxedo fitting for t’night first. Then to the Bethesda spa for treatments for a workover. Back to the store after lunch for the tux. Pickin’ up Mr. Manon early evening for the dinner at the Hilton.”

    “Sounds good. Doesn’t seem to fill the day, though,” I answered, with a saucy smile. “We’ll have to see what we can do to fill in the extra time.”

    “I’s don’t know about there bein’ extra time,” Ropo answered. I could see in his face, though, that he was thinking about that extra time himself. He had a funny accent. I couldn’t place it but it didn’t seem to be from D.C. There almost was a bit of British in it–but something more guttural, primitive than that.

    “You do know, don’t you, Ropo, that I’m Mr. Manon’s date for the evening and night–that he’s going to fuck me? That I let men fuck me? You might be interested to know that I’m partial to big black bulls and that I can’t get enough of it. You, for instance. If you swing that way, I wouldn’t mind being fucked by you.”

    “Wouldn’t know anything about that, Mr. Stevens,” he said. He’d pulled his head out of the back of the car, but his voice sounded strained. “Best get you to the clothes shop now.”

    I was in seventh heaven at the Christopher Manon downtown store, where instructions had been left for me to be given not only a tux but all of the sexy underwear, shoes, and socks that went with it plus a change of casual clothes and a pair of silky sleeping shorts.

    “Mr. Manon is fanatical about style,” the fitter offered, “and the men around him must be dressed to the nines–in Christopher Manon clothes.”

    That was quite all right with me. I did wonder what the man was thinking when he was outfitting me for the slinky sleepy shorts, though.

    I made a point of trying it all on in full sight of Ropo, who was standing like a good soldier off to the side and, I guess, doing bodyguard duty. I made sure to get a good look at his crotch from time to time, and yes, I could tell he was hard. So, he was a player.

    When I was finished there and we were walking out to the car, he stopped me with a big mitt latching onto my elbow. He turned me and said, “I called and had the spa appointment changed to the afternoon. If you were serious–”

    “Is there someplace you can take me where we can fuck?”

    There was. The store had a garage behind it for the store employees and to serve the apartments above. Ropo told me that the two-story penthouse apartment was reserved for Christopher Manon when he came to town. It’s where we would be returning tonight. The space for the limo was way in back in the shadows, with blank cinderblock wall on three sides. The limo itself had tinted windows. The only clue that anything was going on in the limo was if it was being rocked on its springs.

    And, every part of Ropo’s body being as magnificent as I supposed, the limo did indeed get rocked hard on its springs.

    There were miles of legroom in the back of the limo and a plush seat a passenger could be swallowed up in. There were clothes strewn all over the floor in the back, as, now fully into the tryst, Ropo quickly pawed me naked and I managed to strip him of his shoes, trousers, and briefs–all Christopher Manon labeled, I noted–before kneeling between his spread legs and starting to work his cock and balls with my mouth. I had unbuttoned his jacket to find he was bare underneath and that his chest was bulging with muscles and huge nipples, standing at attention.

    To assure him I was no novice, I showed him my trick of rolling a Trojan Magnum on his stiff rod with my mouth. This put him over the edge and ended the foreplay before I was really ready to receive the cock. But the pain and effort of getting it inside was half the pain-pleasure of being fucked by a big black bull. The other half was experiencing the depth he could reach, how vigorously–and long long–he could pump–and how much cum he could produce when he finally had me pinned under him, shot off all over my face, and then made me clean him with my mouth.

    He sat back in the middle of the seat while, initially, I sat on his cock, facing him and saddled in his lap, my arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth with no care that his mug was ugly when the rest of his body was so beautiful. He allowed me to control the rising and falling until we both knew I was fully open to him. And then he took over, pulling my legs up into the seat until they were bent at the knees, with my toes buried in where the seat back met the seat cushion.

    “Crouch up,” he growled, and when I pulled my buttocks up, maintaining my balance with my feet wedged into the seat crack and my arms around his neck, he took over the pumping, thrusting up, ever faster and deeper into me with his monster cock.

    He had the stamina to go on forever. I was the one who’s leg muscles gave out first. I also was the one who had come first, up his bare belly. When my legs gave out and I sank to the quick on his cock, he changed my position, pushing my back down toward the floor, supported by his legs, and my legs up his torso, the toes just touching the ceiling of the limo. Grabbing my waist in both sides, he pulled my ass channel on and off his cock, while I groaned and moaned, and he whispered how much he liked being inside me.

    We finished with me pinned down by him, stretched along the backseat, and him poised over me, holding and stroking his cock until he’d come in prodigious spouts on my face and then had me clean the cock with my mouth again. I was beginning to wonder if I could apply for a staff job doing this for him.

    The spa visit was anticlimactic after that fucking, with every inch of me being massaged and pampered. I left wondering why they’d even bothered to put a clear coat on my nails and also wondering if the ballet makeup director would let me keep the brighter blond highlights they’d put in my washed, cut, and styled hair. They’d even trimmed my bush and shaved the down off my chest. My pits were bare. I, apparently, only now was worthy of being dined, entertained, and fucked by Christopher Manon.

    Ropo delivered me to Christopher Manon’s penthouse apartment after we’d picked up my clothes at the store downstairs, saying I could dress–I’d already been showered, enemaed, and toweled dry at the spa–and wait there for Manon to return home and dress himself. We’d leave for the evening’s events from here, in a limo driven by Ropo.

    “Do we have time for another–?” I asked at the apartment door.

    “I don’t know when Mr. Manon will be back. And he’ll probably call me to be driven back here, and I’ll have to be ready to do that immediately.”

    “Well, don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell Mr. Manon what we did.”

    “He won’t care. In fact, he asked me to give him a report if I had you before he did.”

    I blushed and meekly entered the apartment. I had nothing in sophistication over these men. But then I turned and started to ask him another question. He anticipated it and cut me off, though.

    “I’ve already tweeted him that he will have a fine evening and night,” Ropo said. “You should know that we share. And, oh, by the way, I’d suggest the sleeping shorts for now and changing into the tux later when Mr. Manon tells you you can–unless you hadn’t figured out why you were given an enema at the spa.” And then, with a rare grin running across a customarily blank and guarded face, he turned, and went down the stairs, the athlete in him scorning the elevator.

    I was trembling and my butt was twitching. By “share” did he mean they doubled another guy? I’d done that before, but I’d had no idea that was a possibility now. All of a sudden I felt like I might be fully earning that $1,500 I was being paid. Well, I was being paid more than that if I didn’t have to return the clothes I’d been outfitted for downstairs.

    Then my thoughts went to Jay. I had come on to Ropo, but what if I hadn’t? What if he’d taken his slice anyway? How would Jay have reacted to that? I could enjoy it, but I wasn’t Jay. Had I maybe done an even bigger favor for my friend by stepping in for him than I’d thought? Did it matter whether I enjoyed this kind of sex or not, or did it matter more that Jay was being saved from something he wasn’t in tune with?

    * * * *

    I entered the apartment on the top floor, which seemed to be one large room, with all glass walls toward the street and sides of the building. And there were deep terraces beyond the glass walls at the sides. Areas were delineated by furnishings as living room, dining area, and kitchen, but no walls between them. There was a kitchen bar between the appliances and the dining area. It took me a minute to find the winding staircase that went down to the level under this one. The place was deserted.

    The staircase took me down to the bedroom level, which contained more living space than the upper level. I found four bedrooms, each with a bath, and a study or office. There were suitcases and clothes stacked around in two of the bedrooms. The master bedroom obviously was Manon’s. But the other one? Ropo’s?

    Had Ropo come from London with Manon? that would explain the strange accent. Maybe he was from London too–but obviously not native British. Maybe Nigerian? He wasn’t chocolate brown like blacks I knew in the D.C. area. He was jet black. So, maybe African by way of London. A lot of D.C. blacks I fucked had jet black cocks, but lighter-colored bodies. With Ropo, it was all black cock color–and a very memorable cock, if I might say–like a thick sausage, uncut.

    If Ropo had come with Manon and was staying here as well, that would indicate a closer relationship than normal for employer and driver. Ropo had said the two shared. A chill of anticipation went down my back.

    I picked out one of the other bedrooms and unloaded the clothes I’d been given downstairs.

    At nearly 5:00 p.m., I was sitting on a living room sofa facing north and picking out monuments over near the Washington Mall through the plateglass window. As suggested, I was wearing only the cobalt-blue silk sleeping shorts, which fit me, but were designed to ride low on the hips and high above the knees.

    I turned my head toward the door to the apartment when the lock was turned and it opened and then I sucked in breath as Christopher Manon entered. He was all that his press photographs promised: tall; slender; perfectly proportioned; gray hair; slight beard; everything perfectly trimmed; elegantly dressed; carrying himself like the model that he obviously had been throughout his life.

    He smiled, said hello, and noted in a honey-toned voice, “You must be my date for tonight. Cole Stevens, is it? I’m Christopher Manon.” A patrician English accent. The type that was used in TV commercials to assure buyers that the product was both sophisticated and worked a charm.

    You most certainly are, I thought, and stood up from the sofa, as he moved across the room toward me, giving me an appraising scrutiny as he moved, his smile indicating that he liked what he saw–which I assumed he would. As a modern ballet dancer, I kept myself finely honed. It was quite an effort to do so.

    “I see you’ve settled in. I hope you like the clothes that were picked out for you.”

    “Yes, thanks, I did . . . I do,” I answered.

    “And Ropo tells me he fucked you in the back of the limousine and that you’re quite a good lay.”

    I didn’t know what to say to that, so I remained silent, slightly off kilter. Manon didn’t seem to notice or to care that I hadn’t responded, though. He continued speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

    “It’s been a busy day so far. We’ll have to be on our way at seven. But we have time for a drink. I’m having red wine. What would you like?”

    “Just sparkling water, if you have it,” I answered. “If not, just ice water, thank you.”

    “Ah, I do suppose that a dancer is like a model–that you have to continually watch your figure.”

    He said that while he was in the kitchen getting the drinks. When he came out, he handed me a glass of sparkling water, took a sip of his wine, and sat down close beside me on the sofa.

    “And I could continually watch your figure as well. Very good shape you’re in, I’m happy to say. Do you mind if a check what I’m paying for?”

    “No, of course not,” I answered in a breathy voice. It was so matter of fact. I’d never actually taken the role of call boy or paid escort, although I’d occasionally been paid for sex. I wondered if the john was always so straightforward and bald in these sorts of arrangements. Once again, I tried to see Jay in this position–and couldn’t. I could see him bolting for the door. This was especially so because, with the wine glass in one hand, Manon had the other high up the inside of one of the legs of my sleeping shorts, weighing my balls and fondling my engorging cock.

    “Nice, very nice,” he said. He leaned his face over into mine and, getting the message, I moved my lips to meet his. The red wine was luscious on his lips. I regretted that I hadn’t asked for that myself. It didn’t really matter; I was getting the essence of the taste of it now. The kiss otherwise was very nice too. Slow and sensual, his tongue parting my lips but then only invading a fraction of an inch, flicking a bit, promising more. His hand was stroking my cock, which was filling out fast to his touch.

    But then he had pulled away, sat up, and took another swig of his wine. I let my body, twisted on the sofa, recline back on the arm of the sofa.

    He sat there, making small talk, asking me about the ballet and how it was like working there and whether I’d ever modeled before–and whether I acted the escort often, being visibly pleased to hear that I was new to it. Just a normal conversation, if you didn’t take into account that he was slowly jacking me off inside the silk sleeping shorts.

    When I came close to coming, I told him I would if he didn’t stop. “I want you to,” he said, simply, and then when, with a jerk and a sigh, I did, he continued stroking me, slathering my staff with my own cum and giving it slippery strokes. But it was a signal, I guess for his next question. “Did you bring the medical certificate?”

    “Yes, it’s on the dining room table,” I answered. Weinstein had made me get a complete checkup, saying that Manon would want to bareback.

    He sat there, looking down at me for maybe a full minute, both of us holding place other than his hand that still was stroking my cock inside the sleeping shorts. He had a thumb on the bulb and I was producing precum again, which he was spreading around on the cock head. The front of the silky shorts was slick and wet with cum.

    “You look so innocent, so inviting, lying there like that,” he said.

    “I can be anything you want,” I answered.

    Letting loose of my cock, he put his wine glass down and stood. “I’m going downstairs and shower and get naked. When I come back I’ll take you for a spin. We have time before we have to be ready for the program. Ropo said you were cleaned out at the spa. Correct?”

    Still matter-of-fact, almost clinical. “Yes.”

    When he was gone, I sat up and drained his wine glass, looking hungrily at the kitchen counter to see of the bottle was out and to gauge if I could sneak a refill before Manon got back. He was going to fuck me before the program and then, undoubtedly, again afterward. He was going to make me work for the $1,500.

    An hour and forty-five minutes before pickup now, I thought. But I was wrong about fucking me twice.

    I was lying across the cushions of the sofa when he came back, my back against the arm, my legs bent and spread, my feet on the seat of the sofa. I gasped when he came back, fully naked. His body was beautiful. Not beautiful in the powerful, primitive way Ropo’s was, but like a classic Italian statue. Perfectly formed on a tall, thin frame. Full chest, but narrow hips. A dick that wasn’t thick, but was impossibly long. And half erect.

    He caught me eyeing his cock. “I was thinking about you,” he said in the smooth voice of his. “And what position to ride you in the first time.”

    He looked at his now-empty wine glass and gave a little laugh, but rather than refill it, he came down on top of me between my legs. I hadn’t seen the velvet handcuffs before then, but I felt his hands gliding up my arms, forcing my arms over my head, and then snapping on the cuffs around my wrist, the lead going around a sturdy floor-to-ceiling pole lamp column next to the sofa arm so that my arms were immobilized above my head.

    Then he began eating up time by exploring every inch of my body with his mouth and hands, gliding over every curve, exploring every crevice–until he had me moaning and begging for his cock.

    When he entered me, I was well open to him, having been prepared with his fingers and tongue. He fucked me slow and deep for well over a half an hour before he released his seed inside me. When he was finished, we now were late and had to scramble to shower and dress in our tux.

    I wasn’t given a moment to contemplate how long and completely I’d been taken.

    What would Jay have done in this situation? Of course, once I’d been bound to the pole lamp, there wasn’t much I could do–other than come for the man two more times.

    * * * *

    Christopher Manon was every inch the suave English gentleman and impressive celebrity as we exited the limousine, driven by a uniformed Ropo, by the red carpet outside the entrance of the Capitol Hilton. The hotel fronted on 16th Street, just two blocks up and within sight of the north portico of the White House. And he didn’t have me slinking about in the shadows. He handed me out of the limo and had an arm around my shoulder as we strutted into the Hilton and over to the elevators leading to the ballroom, where a raised walk had been erected for the models who would be showing his fall collection.

    I guess when you are a men’s clothes designer of international reputation, being overtly gay is fully acceptable to the public. At no time before in my life was I so openly presented as the male date of a male celebrity.

    He was not only personable to everyone about him throughout the fashion show and then at the dinner afterward but he was closely attentive to me, as well. It was as if I was some treasure perched on a pedestal and that he was courting me. No one would have known that just a couple of hours earlier he was fucking me on a sofa in his Washington apartment–or that he planned to resume doing so after all of the partying was over.

    He introduced me to other celebrities, making no bones about saying I was a principal dancer at the Washington Ballet–and I was surprised at how many people this seemed to impress–and he was continually whispering to me who this or that was and little vignettes of his working relations and of the triumphs and travails of putting together his fall fashion collection. In public, he treated me like a friend and date on the same level as he was and with as much reason to be there as he had. He had treated me with respect on the sofa, but at no time had there been a misunderstanding of our respective positions–he on top and me on bottom–or that I was there to serve his pleasure and that a mere finger touch on my inner thigh was to be responded to by my opening my legs to his cock.

    Whenever he got the chance, he’d point out to others that the tux I was wearing was also from the fall collection, and he’d fish for and always received compliments on how well I looked in it. It was as if we were a standing couple, not that we’d only met that afternoon and that I was mostly here to give him sexual release at a price–a full-service escort; a male prostitute.

    By the time we got back to the apartment, I’d forgotten that I wasn’t Cinderella and that Manon wasn’t Prince Charming. I was quickly brought back down to earth on that score, though.

    “Shall we cap the evening with a drink?” he asked when we entered the top level of the penthouse apartment. “And this time I think you need champagne, not just sparkling water. You’ll exercise it off. You did very well tonight.”

    I accepted the champagne, and we stood at the wall of glass, looking in the direction of the lit-up Capitol building and monuments on the Mall, making small talk about the evening’s events. He seemed to be completely relaxed. I was increasingly keyed up, as I knew that this was the point at which he’d bed me again. The afternoon session had been exhausting but fully satisfying. My mind was running wild on what he would do with me tonight. As wild as the possibilities that I entertained, though, they came nowhere close to reality.

    “It’s time to go downstairs,” he said as he took my empty champagne glass from my hand and placed it, with his, on the kitchen counter. “You will be in my bed tonight.”

    It wasn’t lost on me that he hadn’t said I would sleep in his bed that night. I presumed I wouldn’t be getting much sleep in that bed. He was right.

    I stopped dead still in shock when we entered the master bedroom, Manon behind me and with a possessive arm around my chest. The bed already was occupied. Ropo, naked, stretched out, and working his cock with a beefy hand, was reclined there, facing the door.

    “I believe Ropo told you earlier that we liked to share,” Manon murmured, as he hands started unbuttoning, unfastening, and unzipping my tux.

    My clothes were neatly folded on one chair, and Manon was sitting in another one, facing the bed, only the fly to his tux open and his cock exposed and hard to his stroking touch as Ropo placed me on all fours on the bed and mounted on and crouched over me, fucked me hard. At some point I collapsed underneath him and he rolled me onto my side, facing him, my thigh over his, and his cock buried in my channel and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

    I watched–while being fucked by Ropo in this position–Manon slowly disrobe; place the pieces of his tux in the closet and drawers, as appropriate; climb up on the bed behind me; grab my hip with a hand; and start working his long cock in above Ropo’s in my channel, as I writhed, groaned, and gasped.

    They worked me together, bareback, and came inside me almost simultaneously. Then, sandwiching me between them, their arms entwined and binding me to the bed, they both drifted off into a sleep of light snoring. It took me longer to go to sleep. And I didn’t sleep for long, as they, in turn, woke during the night, and individually fucked me again.

    In the morning, I was awakened by Ropo, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, in his chauffeur’s uniform, and holding two cups of coffee. One was for me, and while I drank it, he told me that Manon was already up and out; that he, Ropo, had a pay envelope for me; and that he would drive me home.

    “Can you drop me off at the Washington Ballet instead,” I said. “I have a performance to give this afternoon.” I tried to be as nonchalant as he was being. It was just a day and night of escort and prostitution work. I wouldn’t put any more thought or concern into what had happened over the last twenty-four hours than Christopher Manon and his chauffeur had. It was just a successful doing of a favor for a friend, substituting for what it didn’t bother me to do but that probably would have devastated him.

    I put it all out of my mind–or convinced myself I had–until the middle of the performance of Petite Mort that day, when, in a moment out of the spotlight on stage, I looked out into the audience and found Christopher Manon there.

    I received a dozen red roses in the dressing room after the performance. I didn’t have to guess who they were from. And then there was Ropo at the door, saying, “Mr. Manon be out in the car. He wants that you come to the apartment with him. He will make it worth your while.” I didn’t take it as a request. I didn’t need for it to be a request.

    It was just Manon and me in the bed; me on my belly, arms over my head and cuffed to the headboard; and him saddled on my hips and fucking me slow and deep.

    Afterward, as I lay in his arms, he murmured, “I wanted to see you–to be inside you–one more time. I only wish that–”

    “No you don’t,” I interrupted–gently, not angrily. “Commitment and permanence aren’t in either one of our natures,” I continued, guessing rightly what he was going to say. “You’ve been straightforward and honest with me to this point. Don’t tell me you want a more permanent arrangement. You don’t, and neither do I. This is fine–this is glorious–but it’s only for now.”

    “I suppose you’re right,” he acknowledged. “But I’ll pay you for this, for today.”

    “You don’t have to,” I said. “This was as much for me as for you. I probably should be paying you.”

    This made him laugh, but I could tell that he appreciated it. He probably had been only on the paying end of everything in life for some time.

    “Nonetheless, I’ll pay you for your time. And I’d like to engage you the next time I come to Washington. Is that too much commitment for you?”

    “No, I answered,” pleased in my turn. “I would like that.”

    “There’s something else I’d like,” Manon said. “You were a real hit, wearing my tux last night. And you’re in perfect shape for a model. I want to contract you as a model for my shows on this side of the Atlantic.”

    “I have a job,” I answered–somewhat with regret, because the offer certainly was enticing.

    “It wouldn’t take much of your time. You could easily juggle the two. You do that now with another dancer, Jay Gold, I understand. I could sign him as a model too and you two could trade off in both jobs.”

    “Jay? You know of Jay?”

    “Yes, of course. He was who Sam first told me about as an escort. I was given a file on him–and then on you. There seemed to be little difference between the two of you.”

    Once more my thought went back to Jay. No, Manon wouldn’t find us at all alike. First, Jay would not have fallen in with Manon’s and Ropo’s attentions as I had. And if he’d succumbed to Manon’s charm and talents, he would want the commitment that neither Manon nor I required. I didn’t tell this to Manon, though. Both he and Jay had escaped that discovery.

    After we had both showered and were dressing, Manon stuffing banknotes in my pocket over my weak objections, he said, “Ropo will drive you home.”

    “Thank you,” I answered. “If you don’t mind, though, he won’t be back too quickly.”

    Understanding, Manon gave me a small smile and said merely, “Yes, of course.”

    * * * *

    When I next called on Jay at his apartment, I found his door open, and so I walked in. I heard the sound of sex coming from one of the bedrooms and was drawn there–to find Samuel Weinstein on his back on the bed, naked, and Jay, also naked, saddled on the older man’s hips, facing his head, and riding Samuel’s cock.

    Jay’s expression was dreamy eyed, and I had to conclude that in the week I’d been working on being Christopher Manon’s escort, Jay had overcome his grief at the passing of Dalton and decided that Weinstein could be his next sugar daddy. This no doubt was all laid out by Weinstein as the best opportunity for Jay and Weinstein had promised some sense of permanence in the arrangement.

    I must admit that it neatly solved the rent problem–except that Weinstein may now be making money from all sides of the situation, including, from what I’d gathered, the previous weekend pimp service for Manon. I didn’t mind Jay turning to Weinstein as a replacement for Dalton, but I wanted to make sure that Weinstein’s cut out of either of us was pared down to something fair.

    I knew of one way to declare to Weinstein that I was watching and expecting a recount. I stripped off my clothes, mounted the bed and Weinstein’s chest, in front of Jay, and presented my cock to Weinstein for sucking. He was happy to comply.

    Behind me, Jay covered my pec with his hands, and I turned my face to him for a kiss. We didn’t fuck, but we did kiss and hug.

    It was all going to work out. I had carried through with a solution that benefited us all–and especially my friend Jay. I was glad to do it. That’s what friends do for each other.


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  • Jock Sex Slave

    THE NEW ASSISTANT COACH

    “And where the hell were you, Sunday? Huh? And you’re ten minutes late this morning, Ford. You are going to pay for that, boy. Now strip!”

    Ford glanced out the office window at the guys getting dressed for first hour P.E.

    “Please Coach, what are you going to do, there are guys in the locker room, I—”

    Coach MacAnally grabbed Ford’s crotch, started to yell, and stopped as he felt the hard case of Ford’s CB-9900 through the jeans.

    “What the fuck?” Pushing the hapless jock against the wall of his office, he undid his fly and pushed Ford’s jeans and briefs down around his knees.

    Ford’s dick was encased in a clear plastic chastity device, fastened with a small lock.

    “What the—”

    The office door opened and Ryan entered, dressed in a suit and carrying a metal briefcase.

    The Coach managed to look like having a naked jock pushed up against the wall of his office was perfectly normal.

    “What the fuck are you doing here? Beat it!”

    Ryan set the briefcase on the desk and opened it, cool as a cucumber. He took out a piece of paper and held it out to the Coach.

    “It’s called the CB-9900. A male chastity device which locks around the penis, allowing normal urination but preventing erection or ejaculation. I put it on Ford Saturday afternoon.”

    The Coach stared at him like he was crazy.

    “You… what?”

    “The Reverend Spencer has given me explicit orders to keep Ford in line, as he is prone to sexual sin. With his approval, I ordered the device and locked it in place with this key.” He held up a small key ring.

    “Ford requires constant discipline and rigorous punishment. Allow me to demonstrate. Take off your clothes, Ford. Bend over and hold your buttocks in the proper position.”

    “Ryan—wait a minute, you can’t—not here!”

    “Then I will have to give your father a negative report. And a … COMPLETE… report of your activities.”

    The Coach turned to Ford with a stern expression, a smile fighting at the corners of his mouth. Little did he know that a full report from Ryan would include revelation of his own perverse activities.

    “Sounds like you better do what he says, kid. Your father’s orders, after all.”

    Humiliated, Ford took off his shirt, shoes, socks, and shucked off his jeans and underwear. With the utmost reluctance he turned around, bent over, and used his hands to spread his butt cheeks as wide as he could, aware that he was now displaying his asshole to the entire locker room through the office window.

    Ryan kicked his feet further apart as he took off his thin leather tie. The Coach looked on in amazed approval as Ryan flicked the leather whip expertly, landing brief, stinging snaps against Ford’s exposed anus and dangling ball sack.

    Without missing a beat, Ryan said, “There is a report in the yellow folder, sir, which I believe you will find interesting. I have been doing research for a Chastity Project we will host at the new Baptist Youth Center when it opens at the end of April. The research shows great success in sports win-loss improvement, as well.”

    The Coach picked up the folder and glanced at the top sheet. It listed test results from several major universities, with titles such as ‘Male Orgasm Denial and Improved Championship Stats,’ ‘Penis Locks, Team Bonding, and Morale,’ ‘Prolonged Abstinence and Increased Muscle Mass.’

    “Coach! Please, the guys are staring at me! At least close the curtain to your office! Ouch! OUCH! Please Ryan, that’s enough, I—Ouch!!!”

    The Coach ignored Ford and turned the page.

    Abstinence: A Way to Improve Chained Rock High Basketball Results in the Finals.
     by Ryan Van Dyne

    The Coach read for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed an extension.

    “Dean Flagely, I think you’d better come to my office on a disciplinary matter. At once, if possible.”

    “Please Coach—please, no—make him stop—”

    The Coach smiled, and kept reading.

    ***

    The Dean was happy to accede to the Coach’s request that they hire Ryan as the new Assistant Athletic Director for Discipline (Part-Time)—especially after he witnessed the lad’s impressive anal whipping technique! Fortunately, they were sitting on a federal Abstinence Education grant they hadn’t figured out how to spend, and the Dean was confident the school board would allocate it to cover the expense.

    Chortling in anticipation, the Dean cracked his knuckles and started typing up a Chastity Enforcement Consent Form. He planned to deliver them personally to the parents of every member of the Chained Rock High School basketball team.

    ***

    Ford was shoveling the sidewalk after school when a rusty pick-up truck with mag wheels pulled up to the curb. The driver kicked open the passenger door and Ford found himself looking up at Zack, the clerk from the porn shop.

    “Get in.”

    Ford opened his mouth with the intent to tell Zack to go fuck himself, but one look at the dude’s face convinced him otherwise. He got in.

    ***

    Zack explained that Ford was going to be helping out at the porn shop. Every Wednesday, Ford would work during his lunch hour.

    They were parked a few miles out of town on the old two-lane highway near the rest stop. The toilet shack had long ago been shuttered by the highway department, but trucks still pulled off for a few winks at night, and it was rumored to be a gay hotspot in the summer.

    On a Tuesday afternoon in January, it was empty.

    Ford’s jeans and underwear were in a heap on the floor, and he had one leg raised so Zack could see his ass. The porn store clerk had conveniently brought a vibrator from the shop and Ford was sliding it in and out of his hot little hole.

    The well-pierced dude took a professional interest in Ford’s new penis hardware.

    “CB-9900! Cool!”

    Zack mentioned that he had found a couple more Bound & Slagged magazines featuring Ford. “Oops, sorry, but these last issues are really gonna cost ya!”

    A few photos of Ford’s ‘Preacher Kid Rape’ taken at the porn shop sealed the deal.

    Zack wanted ongoing sexual favors from Ford. Preferably ones that made money.

    So, Zack explained that Ford would spend Wednesday lunch locked in one of the store’s video cubicles, putting out through glory holes, having anonymous sex with whatever random citizens of Chained Rock happened by.

    Ford would have protested, but by this point his face was in Zack’s lap and his mouth was full.

    ***

    “Ford! Where the hell have you been?”

    “Sorry, Luke, I – uh – had to shovel the walk after school.”

    “For two hours? Nevermind. What the hell happened with Ryan at school today? Did he confront the Coach?”

    Ford grumpily recounted what had happened, and that Dean Flagely had signed on enthusiastically. Not only had Ryan kept the news of the Coach’s sexual predation to himself, he had gotten hired as Assistant Coach.

    Luke whistled. “Turns out you were right, John. Ryan didn’t spill the beans after all. I still don’t know how you figured it out.”

    John gave a small smile. “I could just tell, that’s all.”

    “Hm. Are we ready with the tax sale form, Thad?”

    “Almost. Once it’s done, you take it to the Cook County Building with the cashier’s check, and you own it.”

    “And all because Bound & Slagged didn’t pay their taxes on time. I almost feel sorry for them.”

    ***


    FRAT GAMES

    Much to his chagrin, Brian did indeed get re-hired at Hemmer’s Garage, but with a new position: part-time night janitor. Hemmer said he would call when he wanted him to… clean. But Brian suspected that in reality his new position would be: on his knees; on his back; on all fours; bent over and spread; basically whatever Hemmer wanted.

    Brian was now a minimum wage male whore, in addition to his porn work for Luke. Hemmer hadn’t called yet, which just left Brian on edge. Waiting.

    Hemmer had explained all this to him on Monday, after fucking the bejeezus out of his ass as well as the kid’s. The guy had amazing stamina for his age and shot four loads—one in each of their two orifices—before his dick conked out. But even then, he wasn’t ready to let them go, and forced Brian and Kevin to continue the make-out session that he had interrupted.

    So he could watch.

    He had made them French-kiss, and make out, and rub their cocks together before getting them on the floor in a tight 69. Hemmer laughed and teased them, calling them his ‘girls,’ and handed them the tool handles again. As they had sucked each other’s dicks, they were forced to rape each other with the steel shafts.

    Poor Kevin had cum first, groaning with shame as he shot a massive load down Brian’s throat. Brian was made to diddle the tool in the kid’s hole for several minutes afterwards, just so Hemmer could watch Kevin twitch and squirm as the handle tormented his post-orgasmic, super-sensitive prostate.

    At that time on Monday it had been almost 48 hours since Brian’s last fix of Green Lube, and the withdrawal symptoms were not quite fully established, which meant he would just barely be able to achieve orgasm, but only as a result of vigorous and prolonged anal stimulation. But Kevin, reluctant to hurt him with the steel rod, was fucking him gingerly and Brian was finally forced to ask Kevin to fuck him harder and deeper with the tool in order to cum, much to Hemmer’s amusement. Kevin choked and gagged as Brian’s hot load filled his mouth 20 minutes later.

    But now it was Tuesday, and withdrawal was completely re-established, leaving his cock swollen but unable to cum, and his ass itching and craving constant friction. The symptoms would get worse each day until Saturday night, when he would be given another fix of the Green Lube. He was forcing himself not to take one of his many sex toys out of the cupboard and frig his hole to soothe the itching. Because, whether he wanted to or not, he was due for his next live-cam dildo performance in about an hour, when some horny, anonymous stranger would pay several hundred dollars to tell him exactly what to do… while thousands of other men watched, getting themselves off while he fucked himself and begged, the cum building up in his aching nut sack…

    A knock on the door roused Brian from his reverie.

    As Brian opened it he realized that it was funny—the frat guys never knocked, they just came in and did whatever they wanted to him.

    But it wasn’t one of the frat guys.

    It was his old pal Tony, the one who had set him up with Steve in the first place. Big campus jock. Brian, wearing his official uniform—jock strap only—was aware that his traitorous dick was shamefully erect, and blushed. But then he belatedly took in Tony’s condition.

    The big, butch, Italian-American dude, the one who looked like Superman—complete with curled forelock—was stark naked.

    His hard cock stood at attention, and precum oozed from his swollen, crusted piss slit. His right hand was rubbing the shaft in a frenzy, trying to pump out a load that was so close, to no avail. His head was down and he bit his lips to try to suppress his heated moans.

    Brian looked at him in horror.

    Steve appeared behind the muscular straight dude and grasped his shoulders, slowly forcing him to turn around in the doorway. Tony raised his eyes in one mortified glance at Brian before complying.

    His other hand was deep in his ass crack, with three strong fingers thrusting eagerly into his burning asshole.

    Another Lube Addict had been admitted to the frat.

    ***

    Steve pushed him roughly into the room and Tony stumbled and fell to his knees, both hands continuing their frenzied but fruitless masturbation.

    “Brian, Tony here has a problem. He has to suck off every guy in the frat before we’ll give him the anal relief he craves. But he’s crap at it. He bit two of the guys already. So your job is to teach him to suck cock properly.”

    “I—what?”

    “Tony, suck Brian’s dick until you get it right. Brian, tell him how.”

    “Hey, come on, we’re friends, I don’t want him to—”

    “Then no fix for you, either. Put both hands behind your head and put your dick in his mouth. Now.”

    “Oh, god.” Reluctantly, Brian approached the kneeling straight hunk and let his cock be fed into the slavering mouth.

    He was terrible at it, and Brian twitched helplessly as he felt Tony’s teeth scrape his sensitive shaft over and over. To keep him in place, the diabolical Steve put two fingers up Brian’s ass, forcing him to grind his crotch in Tony’s face and making him moan with sluttish pleasure.

    Brian breathlessly told Tony what to do, and after fifteen minutes the guy was beginning to get the hang of it, holding his jaws apart and his lips together while swirling his powerful tongue all over Brian’s throbbing shaft.

    “Okay,” Brian said breathlessly, “He’s okay now. We can stop.”

    Tony, totally zoned out, continued to slurp on his dick.

    Steve leaned close and whispered, his breath hot on Brian’s ear.

    “Oh, I think we’d better make sure. Besides, look how turned on you are, your old friend sucking on your dick. It would be a shame to stop.”

    “Please—no—I don’t want to enjoy it—”

    “But you do. And I know you enjoy this…” Steve began using his other hand to work Brian’s nipples expertly. His weeks of cum control games with the butch mechanic had told Steve everything he needed to know about Brian’s body. And psyche…

    “We watched the tape of your work at the garage. Hot stuff. Not high enough resolution for us to post online, unfortunately… not a great camera angle… but the guys watched it twice, getting their rocks off watching you perform like a slut.”

    “I didn’t want to do it—he made me—”

    “But you were so good Brian, each humiliating act just made you more and more aroused… it must be embarrassing, huh? Forced to be a whore for your old boss… forced to make out with that cute kid… and, when you begged him to fuck you harder and harder so you could cum, almost in tears but needing it soooo bad… that was hot…

    “…too bad he didn’t make you eat out each other’s butts before he fucked you… or even after… that would have been hot… I bet he will, next time… the old goat’s got a lewd imagination…”

    Brian squirmed at the perverse images Steve was conjuring up. Without realizing it, he began to fuck Tony’s mouth a little faster.

    “Yeah—old man Hemmer’s got you by the short hairs—he thinks you’re a total slut, so now you actually have to be one—imagine, you’ll be on your knees, under his desk, sucking his randy dick while the kid watches your humiliation—watches you bend over and beg to be fucked—watches you tongue out Hemmer’s smelly butt—did Luke tell you, we figured out a way to sneak cameras in so we can broadcast everything you do there?”

    Brian gasped in horror and squirmed, impaling his ass deeper on Steve’s probing digits.

    “No! No!!! Please, no! You can’t, you don’t have any way to get in…”

    Digging his fingers deeply into Brian’s clutching butt, twisting his nipples, and licking his ear, Steve drove him wild, causing him to fuck Tony’s mouth like a bull in rut. Tony gagged and slurped, grimacing as Brian’s bitter precum dripped down his throat.

    Tony was beating himself off with abandon, needing so badly to cum… but never quite able to…

    ***

    As part of Tony’s training, Steve forced him to watch Brian’s scheduled web performance. Steve trussed the dude’s hands behind his back and his ankles to a short spreader bar, then made him squat out of sight in the corner. Taking a pecker gag, he first rubbed the knob of the toy into Tony’s rectum, getting it well covered with the guy’s intense anal musk before jamming it into his mouth and fastening it in place.

    Diddling a couple fingers in the guy’s vulnerable ass hole, he grabbed Tony by the hair and forced him to watch as Brian received his orders and went to work, displaying himself in a series of obscene poses on the bed while using increasingly devilish toys on his ass, cock, and nipples.

    The mortified mechanic tried not to look at his friend, but couldn’t help glancing over occasionally to see Tony, wide eyed, cock dripping precum, moaning around his gag as he ogled Brian’s nude, spread, body and squirmed his ass on Steve’s relentless fingers.

    An hour later, it was Brian’s turn to watch as the freshly-trained Tony sucked off each and every one the frat brothers—except, of course, Thad, who would get Tony for his private pleasures later. Brian’s hands were tied behind his back and Steve made him kneel next to Tony for a close-up view of each blow job.

    Steve kept his face pressed to each frat boy’s hip, so he was eye to eye with the frat’s newest sex slave. He was so close his lips brushed Tony’s a bit as he got to the nadir of each head bob. The worst was when the frat dude came, Tony’s eyes locked to his as he choked and gagged on each massive load, forced to swallow it all.

    But finally it was time for Tony’s reward.

    They tied him to a table, flat on his back, and pumped his ass full of Green Lube before screwing a thick, bristly, vibrating dildo into his hairy hole, and turning it to high speed.

    Tony bucked and writhed like a madman, finally getting the Lube his ass craved, but unable to touch his cock.

    Brian was lifted on to the table, hands still tied behind his back, and forced to stand straddled over his friend, his mouth gagged with several sweat-and-cum encrusted jock straps thoughtfully provided by a few of the more hygiene-challenged brothers.

    They told Tony would only be able to cum if he ordered Brian to ride his cock, fucking himself to give Tony the friction he needed to get off. Tony could cum as many times as he wanted, as long as he told Brian to keep fucking himself.

    But first, he would have to lick Brian’s ass and get it all wet and slick. Brian would be forced to squat over his friend’s face and sit on it for a thorough rim job.

    Tony was appalled, the idea of sticking his tongue up another dude’s butt was revolting.

    But it was the only way he would get to cum…

    Struggling against his restraints as the dildo buzzed his ass, nearly insane with orgasmic need, Tony whimpered piteously and stuck out his tongue.

    ***

    Upstairs, in the monitor room:

    “This is awesome. How’s our new membership rate?”

    “Practically off the charts. I think we should keep him rimming Brian’s ass a little longer, really make him work for it. The expression on Brian’s face is priceless! Intense discomfort having a friend tongue his hole, but grinding his ass on Tony’s face as his itching anus gets temporary relief, unable to help himself and ashamed of the sexual pleasure.”

    “Roger that!” Luke pressed a mic button. “Hey guys, tell Tony that he isn’t slurping hard enough, we want to see deeper tongue thrusts and louder sucking. Or no cum for him.”

    Luke glanced at the clock. “I wonder where Ford is.”

    “Oh hey, Luke, while Brian’s busy this would be a good time to install some hidden cameras at the garage. John said he found the garage key in Brian’s room. Apparently Hemmer gave him one after the phone battery gave out, and the little shit was holding out on us.”

    “Go for it.”

    ***

    Tony’s voice was comically high and girlish when he was close to orgasm.

    Like now.

    “Yeah—yeah—fuck that dick—faster—oh god, dude, you got my nut fuck yourself faster oh GOD your ass feels so good why does it have to feel so good oh shit oh shit OH SHIT OHSHITSHITSHITSHIT—”

    The frat brothers applauded as Tony pumped a massive load into Brian’s guts. After the first few shots, they pulled the gagged and handcuffed mechanic off his friend’s dick so they could see the cum shooting up like a fountain.

    It was Tony’s first cum after 10 days spent in a state of helpless arousal, and it showed, splashing all the way up Brian’s back to coat the nape of his neck. The big, butch guy was letting our high, girly squeals as he watched his massive load spray all over his friend, who had just been forced to fuck himself so he could get off. Tony felt terrible about it, but he couldn’t help it, the need was overwhelming and he had had to cum…

    Brian had been forced to ride Tony’s cock facing away from him, so that Tony could now see his cock sliding up and down in Brian’s ass crack, still pumping out the last few dribbles of spunk.

    “Okay, Brian, turn around, show your friend how hard your cock got while he was fucking your slut ass. Come on, do it…”

    Tony jerked and twitched as Brian’s low-hanging balls grazed his sensitive dick head. Then he stared in disbelief. It was true—Brian’s cock was rock hard after getting fucked up the ass. The frat brothers played with his body, making him writhe and moan into his gag as they pinched his erect nipples and stroked his cock.

    Tony realized that his friend had a nice bod—not as muscular as his own, of course, but he had well defined pecs and abs, with a thin straight treasure trail of red-brown hair leading from his tight navel to his jutting cock.

    As he came down from the orgasmic high, the buzzing, bristling dildo buried in his ass regained his attention, and he squirmed in his restraints, trying to eject the thick, long, anal invader.

    But his ass was pumped full of Green Lube, and the high quickly faded to nothing, leaving in its wake a new need to have his cock rubbed and stimulated, the need to release the next load of cum already starting to churn in his balls.

    He moaned as one of the frat guys took hold of the dildo base and twisted it roughly in his tight, muscular butt.

    “Ready to shoot another load, big guy? You know what you have to do.”

    “Aw geez—yeah—I need it—sorry, buddy, I gotta make you do it again—ya gotta fuck yourself on my dick—anyway, it looks like you liked it last time, huh?”

    Brian glared at him and yelled into his gag. It took four of the frat guys to force him down on the fat dick again. Once it was all the way in, Brian let out a deep moan and begin to hump up and down.

    “That’s it, buddy, fuck yourself for me… up and down… oh god, that feels so good oh yeah, twist around like that, that’s even better… fuck, look at you, you’re hard as a hammer… keep doing it… faster… faster… oh FUCK yeah, buddy, here we go…”

    ***

    After taking four of Tony’s loads up his ass, Brian felt himself lifted off Tony’s still-hard dick and laid on the sofa. They took out his gag but left his hands cuffed behind him. Cocks poked at his mouth and butt, entered him, quickly pumped a load, withdrew.

    Across the room, Tony was untied from the table and lifted to the floor. He was now completely blissed out, in thrall to the Lube, and anybody’s plaything. Brian watched with a mixture of schadenfreude and concern as they used him. Tony eagerly performed any sex act they wanted, munching on butt holes, sucking down buckets of cum, and bending over and holding his ass cheeks apart as they mounted him.

    Someone thought it would be funny if they were forced to 69 each other while getting fucked, so they put them both back on the table crosswise, Brian on top, with both their asses hanging off the edge for easy access.

    Tony’s dick was still slimy from fucking his ass, but they forced it into his mouth anyway, and Brian had a close-up view as one of the frat guys pushed his dick into Tony’s eager rectum and began to fuck.

    Seconds later, his own cock was guided into Tony’s mouth and he felt a knob slip into his well-fucked asshole.

    Tony was by now quite good at giving head and he slurped feverishly at Brian’s dick, making him moan in frustrated lust.

    “Oh-oh-getting close guys-okay, get his head out of the way, hold tight… oh jeez here I go—”

    Hands grabbed Brian’s head roughly and pulled his mouth off of Tony’s dick. The guy fucking him pulled out and sprayed semen like a garden hose all over Tony’s throbbing erection, coating it completely in thick dick snot.

    Then the hands forced him back down on Tony’s dick. Choking and gagging, Brian had no choice but to slurp up all the thick cream and eat it. The extra stimulation put Tony over the edge, and he came, squealing around Brian’s thrusting dick. They held his head and forced him to swallow every drop of his buddy’s big load, laughing at him as he struggled.

    The guy fucking him came, and Brian felt the semen splash his insides, joining the many loads already there.

    But then Brian felt a strange tingle, starting in his well-fucked prostate, and traveling to his balls… it was a tiny tingle, and it might take a while, but Brian realized that an orgasm was starting to build, even though it shouldn’t be possible this far into withdrawal.

    He started to eagerly pump his dick into Tony’s mouth, then realized what he was doing. He shook his head free of Tony’s dick.

    “No—I can’t—Don’t make me cum in his mouth, please—”

    “Geez—look at his balls—I think he might be able to cum!”

    “Pull him out, let’s check…” Brian felt an expert hand caress his cock and balls.

    “I don’t know why, but I think he’s right. We can make this dude cum in a few minutes.”

    “Make him cum in his buddy’s mouth!”

    “Please—no!”

    “Hey, I’ve got another idea—flip him over.”

    Hands lifted him and sat him up. He gave a start as a tongue shot into his ass, and realized he was sitting on Tony’s face!

    “Hey—please, guys—don’t make him do this—oh fuck… oh shit… oooohhhh mannnn…”

    Tony slurped with abandon, pulling out copious curds of semen from his ass and gobbling them up. The hot, dirty sensation of his friend’s powerful tongue rooting around in his ass was driving him closer to orgasm, but with his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn’t jack himself off.

    Brian groaned in frustration.

    “Hey Brian, if you don’t want to make Tony eat your hole, you can get up anytime… but we won’t let you come. Or you can enjoy the ride and we’ll jerk you off. Eventually. Your choice.”

    Brian moaned and lifted himself up a little, but Tony took hold of his hips and pulled Brian’s buttocks down around his face. Brian squirmed with lust and closed his eyes in shame… but stayed put.

    Then he felt a hand on his cock, stroking him to heaven, and he sighed in relief and arched his back, ready to blow his pent-up load—

    The hand withdrew at the last second, leaving him unfulfilled.

    Brian opened his eyes to see a cluster of grinning faces.

    “Oh, come on, guys, please… one of you… please!”

    “I might, in a few minutes—but only if you watch me fuck your buddy first.”

    Brian watched as they lifted Tony’s legs and the guy slowly slid his impressive tool in to the hilt. He fucked slowly and lasciviously, taking his time, smirking at Brian.

    “Eyes on the prize, dude, eyes on the prize!”

    Tony’s response to the hot fuck was to lick even harder. Frat dudes tickled Brian’s nut sack and gave his cock the occasional stroke or two to keep him on edge. About the only thing Brian could do with his cuffed hands was spread his cheeks to let Tony lick deeper. And he did.

    ***

    The next morning, Brian and Tony made the ‘wake-up calls’ together. It was obvious from the first that the frat guys had cooked up a new scenario for the two of them.

    Since Tony just had a lube fix the night before, he was able—and more than ready—to cum repeatedly after his prolonged dry spell.

    So poor Tony was ordered to give each guy his wake-up blow job, while Brian knelt behind him and was forced to fuck his buddy while jerking his cock to orgasm. Poor Brian, of course, couldn’t cum, but his cock was ragingly hard and he was unable to keep himself from fucking like mad in hopes of getting off.

    Brian was surprised—and relieved—to find that Thad was already gone for the day.

    Important business in Chicago.

    ***

  • Straight boy cum control – getting Mikes

    This is an older story I originally wrote in 1999 and posted on some other different websites back then.  It is largely based – at least the cum control/edging portion – from a true incident told to me back in 1999 by a friend (via instant messaging back then in those ancient times!) I revised the story a few years later.  I came across the revised story recently, and with some new revisions, I decided to post it on gaydemon so readers can view and read my earlier stories.  While there are similarities in my earlier writing style, my story telling has (I hope) evolved and improved since then, with my more recent stories (such as “Straight and Bound – Curt.  For those who have been waiting patiently for the concluding chapters of THAT story, I will be posting those chapters in the next few days here on gaydemon).  Anyway, I decided to post this older story, with some new revisions (including updating some references).  Please understand that this is an OLDER story, and even with the new revisions and updates, the majority of the writing in this story still reflects my “early” writing time period – back in  1998/1999 when I first began to post stories on the original “ropejock.com” website.  Please comment and rate this story.  Comments are always appreciated.  Thanks – Eric Lane  [email protected]


    Mike walked around campus and around town with a cocky attitude and cool sexy swagger of a young superstar athlete or actor.  

    He certainly looked the part. To some he looked like a model for a Calvin Klein commercial with his slightly sullen, pouty lips, casual but well coordinated dress, with a boyish totally masculine cocky attitude that was somehow enormously erotic to both girls and guys.  

    His dark brown short hair highlighted his lightly tanned face and body, giving him the golden glow of a California boy. He seemed totally in control of his body in the way he walked, the way he played sports or – from what rumor had it – how he performed in bed.

    He was very handsome, even gorgeous 19 year old youth, an all-American boy, with the youthful bearing and smoothness of a classic twink, only with patches of masculine hair in all the right places. He stood a respectable 5 feet 11 inches and was 155 pounds with a smooth defined proportioned body, man sized areolas centered by firm sensitive nipples, muscled pecs and a washboard stomach highlighted by a sexy swirling concave navel that seemed carved and chisled by some master artist. From his sexy belly button was a classic trail of wispy dark hairs down to his thick pubic bush, slightly hairy muscled thighs and a fantasy sized size 10 feet.

    Mike’s body was nicely muscled (not bulky), toned from years of gym workouts. He was proud of his body and knew that others liked looking at him. Mike didn’t equate that for interest in him sexually – at least not from the guys, who he knew were jealous of his looks and build. 

    He liked showing off his defined pecs and stomach, but was somewhat shy about exposing his privates because he was uncut, and most of the other guys he noticed were not. He noticed in junior high school – the first time he saw other boys naked in mass, that most guys seemed different – that they penises were circumcised, though it was years before he understood what that meant. He never got over looking “different down there” for some reason.

    His foreskin though didn’t hang over his cockhead unattractively like a shriveled old used balloon, but just barely covered his knob, giving his fuck meat an attractive look of mystery and masculinity and retaining all the erotic musky manly smells, despite his efforts to keep himself thoroughly clean. He could never get over the fact that the inside of his foreskin, and the part of his shaft covered by it including his ultra sensitive large knob, always had a distinct musky strong scent, no matter how much he cleaned the area with soap and water, and especially after he played sports, exercised or worked out and sweated. He didn’t realize then or later how much that scent aroused pure animal lust in his many secret gay admirers.

    So even though he had a lean muscled body, gorgeous face – and a nice pair of lemon sized balls and a dick that was about 5-1/2 inches soft – he felt alittle shy about exposing his cock in public. So the handsome twink rarely walked around totally naked in the locker room, keeping a towel tightly wrapped around his slim waist, though he loved showing off his chest and flat stomach and legs.  To his male admirers, Mike’s modesty about his cock and balls made him even more desirable and sexy.

     He was a star high school athlete in baseball, cross country and wrestling (he didn’t play all three every year though). With high school graduation out of the way, he looked forward to a summer and possibly the fall off from college or anything. He intended to go to college, but wanted the time off to get drunk, lay on the beach and hopefully find girls to screw.

    Like any star handsome male athlete, Mike was enormously popular with girls and for good reason. He was incurably horny it seemed, and he was not shy about making out with any decent looking girl – and fucking their brains out when given the chance. Despite his horniness (to the dismay of his many secret gay admirers), Mike never exhibited any interest in guys and in fact seemed almost incurably straight.

     Like most young guys, he often made jokes about “faggots” though not said with any real hatred though with more than a little revulsion. As horny as he could get, Mike could never imagine why, or even fathom how any dude could do anything sexually with another dude. He couldn’t imagine having a guy suck his own 8 inch uncut cock – he never even thought about it seriously.

    The youth never had a gay sexual experience that he was aware of – despite the fact that through all his life, gay guys had intense crushes on him.  Some guys were obsessed with Mike – even fantasying his abduction and rape. He never knew that.

    Mike’s Baseball Team Initiation

    There were several incidents that had homoerotic overtones, under the guise of initiation though he didn’t realize it at the time. Mike never equated those incidents as gay sex – though he was pissed and angry that he was initiated by being stripped naked in front of other baseball teammates, spanked hard and groped and made fun of.

    There were many incidents that he wasn’t aware of – outright molestations of his sexy body while he slept, was drunk or passed out.

    One incident happened when he was 15, after baseball practice (with other guys his age and slightly older), he was pounced upon by some of the older guys – all in good fun of course – it seemed. But those older guys (15 and 16, and two of them who were 17) had crushes on Mike – who even at 15 was a extremely beautiful boy, what one would call a “real twink” or “pretty boy”.  He was that – and more.

    But it was nothing actually planned ahead of time by those guys, even if many of them fantasized about it happening. Some of the guys weren’t even on the team anymore – but wanted to jump the boy.

    No one would ever admit that they had a crush on another guy – never mind what some of them REALLY felt about this gorgeous guy. But almost on impulse, after practice, several of his teammates (and a few others) just jumped him, while he was walking home from the deserted field. No adult was around and it was getting dark. As a group they sort of informally came up with the reason of jumping him under the pretense of initiating him – and screwing around. One of the guys had a large cargo sized van, that was completely empty in the back – though nicely carpeted. He parked it near the field. 

    Mike was the last to leave the field (being the youngest and newest member of the team, he had to clean up the field and put the equipment away). Headed toward a empty field, filled with high weeds and covered by trees, walking slowly home, tired, sweaty and hungry. 

    Just before he walked past a clump of thick bushes, the other boys jumped him, startling him, pushing him completely to the ground before he could yell. Giggling loudly, the guys dragged Mike into the van, parked near the trees, in an area completely hidden by bushes. Mike, furious and cursing, tried hard to break loose and yelled all the way, buckling like a unbroken colt.

    Pinning his sweating struggling body on the carpeted floor of the van, the guys excitedly started to pull at the boy’s clothes – not entirely certain on what to do – scared to be the first to strip the boy. Mike made it easy for them to carry their abduction even further, by resisting and fighting back furiously – spitting at two of the guys who got close to his face. Those two guys, angry at Mike’s resistance, grabbed and pulled hard at the boy’s t-shirt, slapping his face.

    There were seven guys, and one covered Mike’s mouth, while the two guys he spit at tore off his sweaty t-shirt, ripping it to shreds. He tried biting the hand covering his mouth. Some of the other boys, in the confusion, took advantage and grabbed at Mike’s cup covered crotch, one even sticking his fingers under it to touch the boy’s sweaty area under his sweaty balls.

    In a frenzy, with Mike yelling and his muscled body buckling and thrashing this way and that, several hands grabbed at his pants, unbuckled his sweaty dank uniform unbuttoning the top, and yanking down the zipper. The breathing by Mike’s tormentors was heavy with lust. Two guys quickly untied the boy’s cleats, yanking them both off – one of them taking a quick sniff of Mike’s sweaty and soiled sweat socks, and then discreetly inhaled the pungent odor from his cleats. 

    Mike struggled violently to break away, cursing at them, though muffled from the hand covering his mouth. He tried again to bite the hand, and jerked his body suddenly in a desperate attempt to break free. But the older guys were too strong – and held the boy down even harder, liking the struggle.

    They got even more hornier watching this gorgeous boy struggle, twisting his muscled lean body, his muscles rippling, his flat stomach and biceps growing taut.

    Other than the heavy breathing and grunting from the exertion of subduing Mike, the guys did not say much, trying to act like what was happening was just “horseplay” and something natural. Though they would never admit it to each other, or to anyone, they were each mesmerized by this handsome teen and his body that exuded sex – and turned on by his struggling. The breathing was heavy, mixed with the smell of sweat – and the intense male odors coming from Mike’s sweaty arm pits and crotch. and Several guys had hard ons, though they did everything to hide it. Under the pretense of “initiating” him through humiliation, they told Mike that he was going to be stripped naked – and there was nothing he could do about it.

    All of them – individually – wanted to see this cute guy stripped naked – some would even want to mess with him sexually, but there was no way that could happen. They would never admit that. Not here. Not with each other.  Still, they could at least look at him – maybe even touch him (all in fun of course). Several were almost frantic now, to get a good peek at this boy’s body – especially to see his package. The package that all the girls in the school loved and the reason why they would throw themselves at him. They were jealous of him – but seeing his beautiful handsome face and now naked struggling body, some of them realized they were sexually obsessed with him too.

    Mike’s smelly uniform pants were pulled down to his ankles – his damp white sweat socks were pulled, off and then his pants. One of the guys desperately want to sniff the socks and pants – but knew he couldn’t. Nobody wanted to be called a “faggot”. They were just messin’ with Mike. Screwing around.

    Mike’s muscled body thrashed in an almost violent thrust in an attempt to break free, but the older guys were way too strong. His face reddened with embarrassment when he realized he was being stripped. He shook his head violently, but the guys ignored him, laughing at his humiliation.

    Now all he was wearing was his sweaty cup and tight white briefs, looking incredibly sexy to those secretly lusting after his body. Someone flicked the plastic cup – causing Mike to lurch (more at the noise and vibration it caused then anything else). 

    Then they pulled his sweaty cup off, and his underwear in one quick motion, with his limp 5 soft uncut cock, flopping back and forth. Even at this age, Mike had a nice pubic bush – and the older boys stared at him (or tried not to) in admiration – though they continued to mock him and make fun of him, calling him “short dick” and other names. More than one of the guys want to secretly keep the cup and underwear- both damp from the boy’s sweat, and heavy with his boy scent, and somewhat stained with a faint yellow color in the pouch area and very faint brownish colors near the straps – the stains from his sweat and dirt. 

    One of the boys tried to get his face as near as he could not only to look more closely at this beautiful boy’s prick, but also to smell the heavy, strong pungent odors of his manhood. Some of the other boys could see the damp hairs that were matted down under his muscled arms, inhaling that intense strong odor.

    They held him down for a few more minutes – making fun of him, while he struggled violently almost – his mouth gagged with his torn t-shirt. Though they all wanted to touch his cock, they knew they couldn’t – no one wanted to risk being called a “queer” or “fag”. 

    However one of the guys produced a thick rubber band, and under the excuse to “punish” and humiliate the handsome twink even further, he gingerly grabbed at Mike’s soft cock – acting as if he hated doing it, while the other guys were opened mouth, stunned and hot now.  He grabbed the base of Mike’s limp cock, while the boy gasped, his body lurched forward, and he struggled harder – turning a deeper shade of red, totally embarrassed, trying to yell “get yourfuckinhands..”

    But the boy ignored him, and then moved his hand up the shaft, while hardened ever so slightly – and pulled hard on the foreskin, pulling it completely back, and exposing Mike’s cockhead – damp with some smega – giving off a strong pungent musky odor.

    Mike gasped again, struggling even more, while the other boys stared (though tried to act like it was a joke, laughing and trying not to stare too much).  The boy held Mike’s cock, and then told another guy to put the rubber band on Mike’s cock and under and around his sweaty balls, twisting it a couple of times so it was tight, pulling back his foreskin completely, totally exposing his damp cockhead. Mike yelped in pain, his body buckling.

    All the boys, panting almost now – trying desperately to hide how much seeing Mike stripped naked – his cock and balls bound by a rubber band, stretched, with his dark cockhead damp with smega. If they were drunk they would have done more under the guise of not knowing what they were doing. But they weren’t, so they had to be content with  taunting him and staring at the struggling handsome youth for a few minutes more, his cock, still limp, but semi-hard from being bound by the rubber band – and his balls having a shiny sheen, being stretched.

    One guy said he had a tube of ben gay – and some of them excitedly said they should put it on his cock – though some said they shouldn’t. Finally, one of the guys grabbed the tube, squeezed out a little amount, knelt down by the struggling boy, quickly grabbed his cock, and rubbed the ben gay on Mike’s damp cockhead. Mike watched in terror almost – his body buckling, yelling through the guy, while the other guys worked even harder to hold him down.

    Slowly he began to feel the heat from the ben gay (it was just on his cockhead), slowly intensifying into a burning sensation, that caused Mike to scream through his gag, his body shuddering. 

    The guys laughed and because the situation was getting alittle too close to what they thought gay sex was, they quickly turned Mike over, exposing his tight beautiful ass, covered a little with flecks of dirt and old grass. The buns were tight and white – in contrast to his tanned legs and back. While the reason for turning him over was to “spank” him as the final part of the initiation , the real reason – unspoken – was to get a good look at the boy’s tight butt and if possible, his hidden asshole.  Mike unknowingly helped his tormentors get a good view of both, with his struggling growing even more violent, hating that they were even looking at the most initimate part of his male anatomy.  But his struggling caused his tight butt slightly hairy butt crack open up several times, exposing to their lustful delight, Mike’s tight  virgin slightly hairy puckered asshole.

    A few moments after that, they let Mike go – who was angry and furious at what happened.  

    They never messed with him again – but it was an intense experience for all of them – more than they realized. In the confusion though, one of the older boys secretly pocketed Mike’s jock and cup – stuffing in his jacket. Mike, in a frantic haste to get his clothes on and run away, never noticed. Neither did the other guys. When the older boy got home – late that night, he took out the used jock and cup that cradled and held Mike’s sweaty balls and cock earlier, and brought it to his nose. The smell of Mike’s cup and underwear was intense – a strong heady musky odor, mixed with a nutty, sour vinegar smell, that he knew, was the intimate odors of this gorgeous young man.

    Another boy had kept Mike’s damp dirty sweat socks – and late at night, sniffed them while jacking off – remembering how sexy the naked youth looked held down.

    After a week or two, Mike got over the “initiation”. Even though there were strong sexual overtones, he was completely oblivious to the real purpose of the initiation and never felt it had anything to do with sex. He never got hard during that ordeal – and it wasn’t erotic for him. He would have been shocked to know that those older guys really lusted after his body.

    Mike Gets Fondled While Passed Out

    As Mike got older, other strange things would happen to him, like his initiation – sometimes with his knowledge, and other times when he was not even awake.

    When he was about 17 and sleeping over at a friend’s house and alittle boozed up, one of the guys staying over felt up Mike’s body and crotch until he got semi-hard. The guy was a friend, and Mike was drunk and passed out on the couch, wearing just baggy shorts, CK white underwear and a loose t-shirt. The parents were out of town.

    The friend slowly approached the sleeping passed out stud. He stared at the sleeping boy- sprawled out sexily on the couch, breathing hard – frightened that Mike would wake up suddenly. But the friend noticed Mike moving ever so slightly in his sleep – which moved his loose t-shirt above his waist – showing the boy’s flat stomach. What mesmerized the friend was Mike’s navel – the swirling concave belly button that centered his flat washboard stomach – which seemed an irresistible invitation to explore. 

    The friend gasped when he saw Mike laid out that way – seeing that part of him unclothed was erotic beyond words. He stared again and knew he had to have him – he had to touch and taste this beautiful guy, no matter what the risk now. He called out his name again – and then again very quietly, realizing – but still not totally certain, that he was passed out drunk.

    Now next to the couch, the friend then knelt down next to Mike, inhaling the boy’s scent of deodorant and sweat that was intoxicating, and gently shook his tanned muscled arm.  Mike was sprawled out on couch, one arm up and under his head, the other on his stomach, his slightly hairy legs apart. He looked hot and sexy as he lay snoring gently – his t-shirt slightly pulled up, exposing his flat tanned stomach and a very slight trail of hair. He then bent down completely, and inhaled the odors and scent of the boy – almost burying his face into Mike’s bulging crotch, and slowly pulling down the shorts, exposing the boy’s tight white boxer CK briefs. 

    He lifted his head and stared at the boy’s belly button and stomach – and thought it was the most sexy thing about Mike, until he saw and felt the boy’s crotch. He bent over and tongued the navel – slowly, and gently, causing the boy to shift and moan ever so slightly. That caused the friend to stop for awhile – staring at Mike – wishing he could completely have his way with him.

    After several minutes, the friend bent over and stared at the straight boy’s tight white underwear, noticing the enormous bulge that tightly covered his limp cock and loose walnut sized balls. The odor was strong – very male, very masculine – a musky scent that had a mixture of old piss, a heady odor that he knew was the sweat from the boy’s crotch, and something else – a strong starchy odor. 

    The friend couldn’t tell for sure, but it smelled like precum or even the boy’s old dried up cum – but his dick flexed hard at the thought that he was touching and smelling intimate bodily fluids that came from this gorgeous guy. The friend was almost in a sex heat, sniffing every odor, moving his nose along the bulges, gently probing the mound, grasping the balls gently – amazed at the size – and wanting to taste him even more.

    Mike still slept – still passed out. When he shifted in his sleep his t-shirt moved up a little higher, exposing his entire flat stomach now, which was too much for the friend. He lifted the underwear quickly, taking a quick breath, and noticed Mike’s cock was semi-hard. Moving the underwear gently under the boy’s loose sweaty balls, he quickly placed his hands on the shaft and head, feeling the boy’s balls, manhood and then rubbed th head ever so gently. Holding the boy’s stiff, wet, prick, the friend felt he was holding a stick of dynamite ready to explode. He felt he had to touch and handle it very carefully – or it would explode with sperm.

    He would look at Mike’s face each time he jerked the shaft – trying to see if he was waking up. He was terrified but obsessed at the same time.

    Finally – unable to prolong the exploring and touching of this gorgeous boy, the friend begin jerking the 7 inch hard shaft with one hand and rubbing the head with the other. He then bent over – looking at Mike’s face one more time, and then licked hesitantly, the uncut head, pulling the wrinkled foreskin back, exposing the wet – the very slick and sensitive cockhead that seemed almost darker in color than the rest of the shaft.   

    Pre-cum oozed out of the slit – and the friend could smell the distinct clorox odors of precum – and even cum. In one motion – the smell sending him into a sexual frenzy almost, he swallowed the head, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting every part of it, licking the sensitive underside and ridge…and then downward, down, down to this pubes – while his hands played with the boy’s tightening balls. Up and down he went, over and over, while Mike seemed to gasp and moan almost inaudibly. 

    Involuntarily his body shifted slightly, as if ready to shoot.  But Mike didn’t shoot, though he came close – very close it seemed.  As he came closer to cumming, it seemed he was coming out of his sleep – moving a little more – moaning a little louder. His friend became too scared that Mike would wake up and beat the living crap out of him. And Mike never knew his cock and body was thoroughly explored and played with by another guy.

    Several hours later, Mike woke up not knowing what had happened – only that his dick was hard – and exposed – and strangely, slightly damp. But he was often hard when he woke – and many times it seemed he was in various states of undress when he slept (he just thought he took off his clothes in his sleep). He was too drunk to care, and merely shoved his cock back into his underwear – looking around to see if anyone noticed – but everyone else was passed out or sleeping too. He fell back on the sofa, asleep before his head touched the pillows.

    There were a few more times like that since then that Mike’s body was “explored” and “played with” without him knowing about it. Mike’s beautiful body, like many handsome young straight guys, are played with and fondled without their knowledge when passed out or sleeping more often than anyone would suspect. It was hard for Mike’s many admirers to resist not touching him, when he was passed out or sleeping. And given that Mike liked to drink and pass out a lot, there were more than just a few opportunities. And more recently, especially during his senior year, there were more than a few times that his dirty underwear, pairs of dirty socks, were stolen (or exchanged for a clean pair without him knowing about it) by some admirers. 

    What he didn’t know that some guys were getting off on staring at his bod and actually sniffing his used underwear and socks. Mike would never dream that anyone could be so perverse.

    Though he was propositioned before (by older men), the offers for sex were made to him subtlety. Mike, not being the brightest guy in the world, never caught on totally what these men really wanted. He just instinctually shied away from them, knowing that something didn’t seem quite right. (These older men would offer to “spot” him in the club gym that he sometimes used for workouts (when he couldn’t get to the high school gym) but they seemed overly helpful and seemed to touch him more than needed.

    One old guy offered to take him out for a drink, which he declined. Another old guy would hang around the shower area alittle longer than needed. He caught one guy staring at him intently when he was getting dressed, though he quickly turned his gaze when Mike caught him. He assumed then that they were gay, but never connected these incidents to anything really sexual for him. It bothered him, but he didn’t hate them. He just couldn’t understand how a guy could turn on another guy. He felt actually repulsed by the thought of gay sex.

    So he avoided them. Still, he didn’t mind those guys – as long as they kept their hands off of him – and especially girls to admire his body. Without realizing it, sometime Mike would flaunt his muscled body in front of some gay guys, walking around the gym in just sagging shorts, sweaty from a workout. He knew he was cool and sexy. To some of his gay admirers at the gym, he was arrogant and cocky – a boy who needed to be taken down a notch or two.

    Still, for Mike, his biggest straight fantasy was about getting the perfect blow job (ironically the one thing that his gay admirers wanted too). Though some girls were hungry enough to want to suck his hard cock for hours, he never ever achieved orgasm that way – never came. Their sucking never brought even close to the edge of orgasm. The feeling was pleasant and at first it was supremely erotic to see a girl try to gobble his dick.

    After a few minutes though, the sucking became frustrating for him. He desperately sometimes wanted to cum in their mouths, wanted to be brought to a mind shattering orgasm by a non-stop suck job, but it never happened – they never got close to bringing him to that point.

    The sucking would go on for several minutes, and nothing more would happened (and sometimes the girl would tire) and he would get to the point where he needed to get off.  He would pull his dick away from the girl’s mouth and then fuck her hard and fast – more out of frustration.  The fucking would stop quickly – he couldn’t stand the intense feeling on his cockhead, after he came.

    But from his experience with various female partners, Mike came to believe that blowjobs were overrated. But watching internet porn where women gobbled up, licked and sucked large fuck meats of all kinds of men who moaned and shot enormous loads, Mike was still intrigued, still horny for it. He wished that would happen to him, though it never occurred to him to think of trying out how a guy would do it. Though not homophobic, he had a strong girls only preference and absolutely no interest in guys sexually. The thought of another guy touching him sexually made his skin crawl.

    So at the at 19 years, it seemed sex had already become conventional and not totally satisfying.

    He got pleasure from jerking off, though he didn’t spend a lot of “quality” time doing it. He jerked off as often as he could – but usually it would last a few minutes sometimes no longer than 10 or 15 minutes. He never played with his dick to test himself on the extreme sensitivities his body would feel after cumming. Once he shot, he couldn’t continue- he tried once, and nearly screamed from the touch. He dropped his hand immediately from his cock.

    But all the girls – as much as they loved and wanted to fuck Mike – like most girls, never knew how to give a real blow job- never caressed this boy’s walnut sized smooth nuts – or licked his thighs or even tongued his smooth, taut, muscled body very much.

    They loved seeing him shirtless – seeing his naked body – especially his butt and cock, but they didn’t know how to really worship his body. They would never really tongue his cockhead or “polish it” lovingly or really apply the necessary suction to Mike’s gorgeous throbbing stiff prick. They were horny too, but they didn’t worship Mike’s dick like a gay guy did. They didn’t prize the way it smelled or lightly tongue every inch of the dick, while holding the shaft and jerking it in unison.

    For Mike, the fucking of whatever girl he was fucking was usually hot – and fast . He got off and always satisfied completely any of the girls he slept with. But he wished some girl could come along and make him cum by sucking him off like in all of those internet porn videos he saw.

    He never knew that there were guys who would literally pay hundreds of dollars for just a chance to give his entire body a slow tongue bath, swallow his nuts, polish his cockhead and suck his shaft and make him cum. He never realized that there were older guys out there who would pay a lot just to sniff Mike’s dirty underwear or have the privilege just to see Mike strip down. He would be totally amazed that there would be guys out there who would pay to see pictures just of his stomach – his sculptured pecs and 6 pack abs – and those who would just want to see pictures of his bellybutton. He would never believe it.

    He also never realized how teasing his cock over a long period of time – cum control – could build an orgasm so huge and mind shattering that even changed his ideas about having gay sex. He never realized the excruciating pain-like feeling of his shaft and cockhead polished – milked slowly, being made to cum several times.

    Mike Meets Shawn  

    Mike, would soon learn this and never be the same when he met a slightly older guy named Shawn at a party – two months after graduation. 

    Shawn was a handsome blond 21-year-old, about 6 feet 1 and a 175-lb swimmer’s build. He graduated 2 years before, and was a star athlete too.  Now in a local college, Shawn starred on the track team and excelled as a student.

    Mike met Shawn for the first time at a party in July – just a month and a half after graduation. The party was held at a mutual friend (a girl) home, and she introduced Mike to Shawn thinking the two would hit it off.  They did – instantly. Because of the age difference, Mike seemed to look up to

    Shawn – almost as a role model. Mike wasn’t a good student even if he was a good athlete and he admired Shawn for excelling in both. They got along – laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed the same movies, and had many of the same casual friends. 

    As popular as Mike was, he didn’t have a lot of close friends, and he saw Shawn somewhat as almost an older brother he never had. For Shawn – meeting Mike for the first time almost gave him a heart attack. He was dazzled and almost felt flushed. How could a guy look so cute – so handsome – so fucking sexual? Everything about him – the way he talked, they way he walked, the way he smelled – was erotic and sexual. He tried desperately to control his lust for the boy, knowing that Mike would be scared away or repulsed  at any such approach. He sensed that Mike while not homophobic, was almost naively very straight about sex. 

    Still, Shawn thought, even if nothing ever happened between them, being with him – seeing him – was better than nothing.

    After a few weeks of spending time together (going to movies, driving around and hanging out at each other’s houses listening to music, watching TV or playing video games) Shawn realized that just being with the handsome boy was no longer enough. Every moment he spent with him, Shawn was becoming almost obsessed with the boy’s muscled smooth body. He would try to imagine what his cock look like – how long it was – what he smelled like down there.

    Shawn almost had a secret fetish of enjoying prolonged sex with a guy – cum control – drawing out the blow job or jerking off to it would last hours before he would let a guy cum.

    After a session like that, a guy would almost be a basket case, so horny and hot to cum – his body would be a sweating shuddering mass of muscle, straining to be jerked or sucked with just enough pressure or just a few minutes longer to make him cum. Shawn would grow almost weak thinking about doing that to his new handsome straight friend Mike. He couldn’t be with Mike without secretly thinking of torturing his muscled body that way and making the straight boy scream and beg to cum. 

    He slept dreaming of Mike – dreaming of the handsome youth tied up, and his body thrashing from having his cock played with, screaming and begging to be allowed to cum. He thought the boy easily was better looking than any of the current group of hot young male actors. The dreams were almost too intense for Shawn now – and he was worried that he might even be talking in his sleep about Mike. (This was particularly troublesome when Mike stayed over). Shawn hoped his face didn’t flush when he would see Mike now.

    Shawn knew it was just a matter of time before he would get Mike. There was no other option – it had to be, because Shawn could no longer control his obsession with the young handsome guy – or his fetish to make this guy – especially this handsome guy, squirm and experience an hour or two of a prolonged blow job and tongue bath, before letting him cum. It was consuming him completely now. 

    Shawn also wanted to try something else on this straight stud: “milking”. Shawn tried to milk himself (polishing his cockhead, jerking his shaft after he came, but the feeling was so intense he literally screamed and had to stop. He realized then – how fuckin’ hot it would be to do that to Mike, only, Shawn wouldn’t stop – and would make the boy scream and cum again….and again….again. That straight boy would KNOW after a session with Shawn what sex – real sex – was all about. 

    But how would he get Mike? He would have to tie up the boy, and somehow lure him and convince him that it was okay – not some freak, perverted faggot thing. He would never knowingly do it.  And how to do so and still remain friends afterwards.  That part was crucial for Shawn, because beyond the sexual lust he had for the boy, he truly cared about him, though not as a lover.

    Getting Mike

    Shawn’s opportunity came sooner than he thought. Just four weeks after meeting Mike at the party, it turned out that Shawn’s parents would be going out of town for two weeks. Shawn would have the house completely to himself! Shawn immediately began planning how he would get Mike. He stocked the house up with liquor and beers, made sure his wifi was working on his lap top that had connected to it a large 25 inch monitor, internet access to several straight porn sites that featured long blow jobs by girls.  He also got special lubes for the long edging and milking session for Mike – and (hidden away for now) padded leather cuffs for his arms and legs already tied securely to each thick wooden bed post.  He also had on hand, in the night stand next to his bed, in a drawer, several bottles of unopened aromas, including Rush, in case he needed to get Mike “in the mood”.

    Shawn’s plan was simple: get the young guy drunk or buzzed enough and horny after watching the porno videos on the internet and let nature take its course!  Hopefully nature would make Mike so horny he would be open to having a blow job – and so horny that he would let Shawn tie him up for a prolonged session – only the boy wouldn’t realize HOW long or that it would be followed by a tortuous milking session. Just thinking about what would happen made Shawn weak and almost faint.

    Mike came over, wearing baggy jeans, hanging low on his slim waist – a nice tight t-shirt, and a loose cotton long sleeve shirt. Shawn could smell the slight odor of his sweat and cologne and had to restrain himself from raping the boy right then and there. The boy’s smell was erotic. He sauntered in, making jokes and acting like a real smart-ass. He went to the kitchen and immediately downed a beer, followed by another, all the while laughing. 

    He loved to drink! He burped loudly, laughed, wiping some of the beer from his chin with his sleeve. He looked at Shawn and grinned, and then lifted his t-shirt up to wipe his chin again, exposing his taut, washboard stomach and deep sexy bellybutton. He did this so casually – and not for sexual show, but Mike did like showing off his abs, and already he was getting a little silly from the beers. Shawn almost gasped, seeing this handsome boy’s body, and had to act like it was only of mild interest.

    “Come on – quit fucking around Mike. No one wants to see your fat stomach…” Shawn joked, “hurry up and lets go upstairs to wath some porn”.

    Shawn nearly sighed in sexual heat – he loved looking at Mike’s stomach and belly button – and seeing the wispy brown hairs that trailed down from his navel to his waistband. He wanted to lick those hairs right down to Mike’s pubic bush.

    Mike responded by slapping his stomach with his right hand, showing how tight and hard it was and chuckled “Oh Shawn, you’re just jealous dude…”

    Shawn just nodded his head and said “yeah, right…so hurry the fuck up!!!!”

    Shawn made sure to bring a six pack of beers with him upstairs to his large bedroom, where there was a large TV, video player and video games. That should be enough to get the boy sufficiently buzzed.

    Mike drank yet another beer – almost guzzling it down. He seemed to want to prove to the older boy that he could drink and hold his liquor too. Shawn felt Mike was trying to impress him with his ability to drink – and Shawn would use that against the straight boy!

    The two boys settled onto Shawn’s large queen bed, while Mike began his fourth beer. It was mid-evening around 8 PM and Shawn was feeling more and more tense as he realized any moment the time to “get Mike” would have to begin. He wanted and yet dreaded the time He was so nervous about how Mike would react – would he get mad and even his Shawn? Or yell and storm out of the house telling everyone that Shawn was a big faggot? Could they even look at each other the next day even if Shawn WAS able to “get Mike”?  

    At times these thoughts overwhelmed Shawn to the point where he almost called it off – he wasn’t going to do it. Then he saw Mike laying back on the bed, his slim, muscled body next to his, smelling the boyish sweat and cologne – and seeing the handsome face, the boy’s body clearly growing more and more turned on by the porn. 

    Shawn thought he could see the boy’s hard nipples through the t-shirt – thought he could see the boy’s dick get hard through his slim fit jeans. No – the jeans tented up anyway, but he was sure the boy’s crotch was more fuller than usual. Seeing Mike next to him – that way – and all reservations about “getting him” vanished. He didn’t care anymore about the consequences – he HAD to have the boy.

    Shawn sniffed the air and could smell Mike’s sweat – and cologne. He smelled clean – but Mike’s odor was erotic. Shawn left the room quickly to turn up the heat alittle. He wanted the boy to sweat alittle. 

    Returning to the room, with more beers, Shawn noticed that Mike was looking flushed and somewhat buzzed. He quickly jumped off the bed, dashed to the bathroom next to the bed, and closed the door slightly. Mike felt buzzed – not totally wasted, but getting there – and he felt like he could piss forever with the beer in him. He quickly unzipped and pulled his semi-hard dick and pissed in the toilet, not even realizing that he forgot to turn the light on and lift the seat. 

    He muttered “ooohhhh fuuuck…yeah….”

    Shawn could hear the pissing and wished he could watch the boy piss with his dick out. He had never seen him naked yet. Shawn quickly jumped off the bed, and turned his I-phone’s video cam that he had set up next to the bed without Mike’s knowledge.  The way he positioned the I-phone, the video cam had a complete view of the bed – and of Mike sprawled on it. Shawn would make sure the cam would capture every moment and sound of the night that up until this moment, he dreamed and almost prayed about every day.

    Shawn was almost beside himself with anticipation – it would be soon that Mike would be his…or would it? Mike flushed the toilet, and staggered back in the room, flopping himself back on the bed, already watching the screen with girls sucking cock.

    He seemed definitely turned on by the video, though he refrained from touching himself. The video and the heat did make Mike hot – so he took off his long sleeve cotton shirt, balling it up and throwing it on Shawn’s chair next to the bed. 

    It missed, falling on the floor, and Shawn nervously laughed at his poor shot. Mike laughed too – loud, like a person who is drunk or getting there. The youth started to scratch his stomach, almost in an absent-minded gesture, lifting up his t-shirt alittle. Shawn nearly died when he did that.

    Suddenly Mike muttered “man..shit…I wish..I wish some girl would do that to me like that…….” Mike was staring intently at the TV screen, seeing a beautiful girl go down on a guy, sucking and licking his cock and nuts like the professional she must have been. The guy in the video was moaning and then came in gushes, while she sucked it all. Mike sucked in his stomach and sort of sighed “oh fuckin Jesus…..”

    “Dude…I never….no girl has been able to make me shoot doing that…..God…” Mike muttered. 

    He was starting to feel incredibly horny. He eyes looked glazed – and his body was taut.

    Shawn turned and realized this was the opening and time he was looking for to “get Mike”.

    “Bro…You… Some girl sucks you off and you can’t shoot? Yeah…right…” Shawn said, trying to goad Mike somewhat.

    Mike nodded, sitting up alittle, and stopped scratching his stomach, though leaving the t-shirt up, exposing part of his stomach, while Shawn just stared.

    “Dude – yeah…for real..man….its never happened. I….I mean…yeah, I got blowjobs, but never…fuck…they never could make me shoot. Couldn’t jerk me off. I mean I shoot when I fuck them, but never…when they suck me or jerk me,” Mike sighed, “man…it seems like I should….watching that fuckin porn…..”

    Shawn stared at the video and then again at Mike, glancing down at the boy’s body. It took everything in him to restrain himself from reaching out to hug the boy – and to rip open his jeans. Mike meanwhile was staring at the video, which was showing yet another scene where a girl was giving a blowjob to a guy. Clearly now, Mike had at least a semi-hard on that was tenting his slim fit  jeans.

    “I can’t believe you never came when a girl gave you a blow job…..dude…and not even shooting if they jerked you off? Shit. I can’t believe it! Do you know what you are missing dude?” Shawn said excitedly, “it’s so hot getting a nice blow job……and when you can shoot right in their mouth….” 

    He was careful not to imply that Mike was therefore “gay” – he wasn’t, but that put Mike on the defensive and probably unwilling to let something happen to him tonight.

    Mike just nodded weakly “dude..I…I wish fuck – Those girls maybe just don’t know how or something. I can’t believe it dude”. 

    He reddened slightly – the two guys never talked about sex this intimately before, but between the booze and video, Mike inhibitions seemed to be dropping fast.

    “Well…shit, man..uh…so…well…why don’t you get someone who does know how?” Shawn said evenly, trying to hide his nervousness, his heart pounding so loud he thought Mike could hear it. 

    He knew asking that question would lead to the question that would mean he would either get Mike or have Mike storm out calling him a faggot.

    “I mean dude, you got the looks…” Shawn added.

    The air seemed thick with tension – at least from Shawn’s point of view. He waited – and waited for what seemed hours for Mike to respond. Shawn wanted to almost cry from the nervousness he felt now – would he say to Mike that HE would suck his dick? Could he say it? Was he drunk enough?

    A few seconds actually passed. Mike turned and flushed again, guzzled another beer, stretched, exposing more of his bare flat stomach to Shawn and then said sleepily almost “dude…yeah…okay…..so….like who does?”

    Shawn was almost shaking from the tension – all he could see was Mike’s beautiful brown eyes, half opened and glazed with sex, his handsome face flushed from being drunk and horny – and Mike’s stretched out body – and his baggy jeans with his semi-hard dick tenting the crotch noticeably now.  

    Shawn almost bit his lower lip, then said, almost nonchalantly, “uhh…well…me. Me.” He coughed, blushing….and stared at the screen playing the straight porn.

    He couldn’t believe he actually said it.  Shawn felt like running – did he overstep? Was it worth it? It was too late now anyway, but suddenly Shawn felt like his world would come crashing waiting for his handsome friend’s response. It was almost unbearable. He could smell the boy’s clean sweat odor.

    Mike was buzzed and not horny as hell from watching the video and from the talk about blowjobs. He couldn’t believe what he just heard – no – Shawn had to be joking, right

    A long time seemed to pass – though it was only a second or two. Mike turned toward Shawn, slowly drank another beer, and put the can down, missing the table stand, dropping the empty can on the floor. Shawn just stared back. 

    Mike suddenly grinned and said “Dude..yeah…right….okay…you….man…quit the fucking jokes dude….man I am fuckin horny…..” 

    He playfully then grabbed his crotch, causing Shawn to almost gasp.

    Shawn relaxed alittle – at least Mike wasn’t offended, even if he was acting still like it was a joke. Yet, he was drunk enough – and horny enough – and now the question was still out there.

    “Bro…Mike….I…I am not joking. I’m not a fag okay? I love girls. But I’m…uh…well, I am very serious. I….Look..dude…guys know what a guy feels like okay. You know? When I was in college, I got drunk and a gay guy went down on me and gave the most fucking mind blowing blowjob I ever had. Man….it was better than any girl….cause he knew what a guy likes, ok So….fuck….we’re buddies….fuckin drunk too…I don’t mind…..I know how it is…..it doesn’t mean nothin….I can just show you – I don’t want anything in return – you just lie back and relax dude.”

    A moment or two passed – each boy knew a time of huge decision was here – each trying to pass off the moment as something casual, something that could be explained by a drunken state of mind – and even friendship. And something that could plausibly be forgotten as something that never happened.

    “Fuck man……” Mike tried to say, then slurred “naaaw…you gotta be joking…right?”

    “Bro…we’re drunk…man….who gives a shit? No one…its just us…just relax…relax Mike….This doesn’t mean nothing…but it will make you feel fuckin great dude….come on….relax…” Shawn said – realizing now that it could slip either way now. 

    He was still scared – and worried about what Mike was thinking of him – but the side of him that wanted to explore and eat this handsome boy gave him the strength to completely seduce his young friend.

    Mike was sort of in a haze, but he was now so horny and desperate for a blow job and in his drunken state his defenses were fast crumbling for a mouth – any mouth on his cock. His mind was spinning – but he still knew it was a guy wanting to suck his cock.

    “Look Mike….we’re drunk man…it’s just between us…I don’t mind…..” Shawn said quietly – almost pleading. He stared at the boy, who was still laid out on the bed lazily – his jeans now fully tented – and his eyes closed, his stomach sucked in. 

    Shawn, in a friendly gesture to calm the boy, placed his hand on the boy’s muscled pecs, and playfully massaged his chest quickly. Mike gasped quietly at the touch. He was very sensitive to any touch – and especially, he would soon realize, from a guy.

    It seemed like an eternity to Shawn, nearly beside himself with apprehension before Mike finally responded. In fact only a few seconds had gone by.

    “Oh…..ffffkckk….I…..shit….I am fuckin n drunk…but…..okay….do…fuckin do whatever……I am too fuckin wasted man….” He looked at me sleepily, as if drunk and smiled a half crooked grin that drove Shawn crazy with lust.

    Mike then tried to sit up and take off his t-shirt, but fell over sort of laughing, only succeeding in taking it off halfway. Shawn, seeing the opportunity now, tickled the boy’s exposed ribcage, while Mike doubled up giggling, laughing “okay….okay…….”

    Shawn quickly pushed the boy on to his back, and sat on his stomach, while Mike laughed more, grinning and then slurring “oh man…..do whatever dude……I can’t fuckin believe this….”

    “Bro, we are so fuckin wasted we aren’t going to remember shit about this. So fuckin enjoy it,” Shawn said, trying to slur his words to sound drunk, even though he was now more alert and sober than ever.

    Shawn lifted the now sweaty t-shirt, pulling it over his chest, then over the boy’s head and arms. Shawn noticed the boy’s sweaty hairy armpits as he lifted the t-shirt off, throwing it on the chair next to the bed. Shawn’s heart was beating fast. He was almost there – almost at the point of having the boy in his total control. But Mike was still not tied up – and could easily change his mind and stop everything from happening. He was growing less nervous and more obsessed now. He looked down and saw Mike’s gorgeous body – his beautiful firm pecs, smooth chest, firm 6-pack abs and winking indented belly button. Mike, like a pround little boyt,  responded by puffing up his chest evenmore and sucking in his stomach, giggling a little.

    Mike was in a sexual daze almost – he felt pangs of guilt but he was so horny now that he didn’t care. Part of him knew what was happening and what it meant. Another part convinced him that he was still straight but drunk and didn’t know what was happening. That thought finally allowed the boy to step over the line and give himself completely to Shawn.

    Shawn knew though that Mike at some point would come to his senses and be overcome with guilt. He was far too straight for that, so he had to hurry. Shawn then got off the boy, and started to unbutton the boy’s jeans. 

    Mike whispered “oh man…I don’t know..I…..” 

    Before Mike could change his mind, Shawn, quickly unzipped the boy’s jeans, and then tentatively and lightly grabbed the boy’s semi-hard dick through the pants. 

    Mike gasped and hissed loudly “AAAAAHHHHHHH oh man….oh man….”

    Shawn couldn’t believe he was finally touching his sex idol’s cock at long last, even if through the thick fabric of jeans. He was astounded at how big and hard it was now. Shawn gazed at Mike’s cute face, his eyes closed and his mouth moaning and in a fixed smile of utter contentment, his arms above his head – just in the right position to tie him spread eagle, soon.

    Shawn quickly got off the bed, and went to the edge, pulling off Mike’s slim fit jean’s slowly – very slowly, exposing the boy’s tight white boxer briefs. Mike laid back – his eyes closed, his mouth and slightly pouty lips open slightly – waiting – not sure about what was to happen. Shawn then pulled off the pants completely, throwing them on the floor. 

    Now Mike was spread out before him almost nude – wearing only tight boxer brief underwear, with his cock semi-hard and the crotch full with walnut sized balls full of cum. He looked so hot and sexy, with a half-cocked smile of contentment. Shawn wanted to tongue the boy right then and there. 

    Mike just sucked in his flat stomach even more, and stretched out even more, moaning ever so slightly, his eyes shut tightly. Shawn then started to knead the boy’s crotch through the underwear lightly while Mike moaned and moaned. He never knew such pleasure before – never in all the previous conventional sex he had with any of the girls he fucked – never in all the previous jerk off sessions. Mike couldn’t believe it. The difference was that how much time – how slow Shawn was taking, how each step he licked, touched or somehow aroused the straight handsome youth. Mike’s muscled lean body was involuntarily shuddering ever so often from the intense anticipation.

    Shawn pulled the sweaty underwear down slowly, exposing first the covered ultra sensitive cockhead, bathed with the slime of precum, then the shaft, – then the balls…..and then pulled them off completely. The handsome straight boy was now stripped naked. Shawn held the underwear in his hands and noticing that the boy’s eyes were tightly closed, quickly sniffed the crotch panel. Shawn was rewarded with an intense and strong heady aroma of musky boy sweat, before tossing, reluctantly, on the floor. He would get it later. He couldn’t afford to have Mike seeing him sniff his underwear. He couldn’t explain that as “just guys” stuff – and Mike would probably freak out.

    Mike’s 7-inch uncut cock was now hard – though not steel hard. He looked so incredibly hot lying there, like the perfect GQ model. Shawn quickly bent over and could smell the heady aromas of his boycock, and then flicked my tongue slowly over his wet cockhead. Then he licked and sniffed the boy’s loose and hot walnut sized balls. Shawn was thrilled that the boy was uncut – his cock looked so hot with its foreskin intact- and he knew the cockhead would be extremely wet and sensitive. He knew – from his underwear – and staring at the beautiful cock – that this boy was a leaker. His cock leaked precum, oozing out of his piss slit like he was cumming almost.

    Mike gasped and then groaned. In his sexual daze he could not believe he was feeling so horny – or that a tongue on his dick – from a guy – could feel so hot and so good. He never before had someone lick his balls like that. He couldn’t believe the feeling. 

    “Ooooooooooooh goooooooood…oh oh oh oh…..god…..” Mike moaned, twisting ever so slightly into the bedsheets, lifting his legs ever so slightly, and exposing more of his balls and crotch involuntarily. 

    Part of him wanted this incredible intense electric sensation to last forever and another part wanted his body to climax in an orgasm – now. Like a lot of young guys in their teens, Mike had little will power holding back from cumming – though he was quite healthy and capable of cumming and fucking several times after that.

    Shawn increased the pressure, pulling the wrinkled pungent foreskin down gently, exposing the ultra sensitive gooey head. He licked the flange, the piss slit, and gently nibbled the foreskin, licking the old sweat and slime from the wrinkled skin. Each nibble, each lick brought a loud gasp from the straight boy – who was nearly thrashing on the bed from pleasure.

    Mike literally yelled “OH GOD!!!!!!!”, almost sitting up, and then collapsed back onto the bedsheets, moaning. 

    Shawn was in heaven – sucking his idol’s prick, ever so slowly. Mike was so hot, it would be just seconds before he would shoot bursts of cum. Before that would happen, Shawn pulled off quickly.

    Mike groaned and then almost whimpered “oh man…suck it again man…please…..oh man…”

    Mike, his face and body flushed with the heat of pure sex, and sweaty from being touched and jerked, brought his right hand to his prick, and tried to jerk it to an orgasm . This boy was so hot, he wanted to cum and cum fast and hard.

    “Ohhhhhh Shawn…dude…I gotta….” Mike croaked, barely able to talk.

    Shawn smiled almost evilly. His plan was working – Mike was so hot and horny he no longer cared HOW he came or even WHO made him cum. He was almost desperate to shoot. 

    Shawn quickly grabbed Mike’s hands and said “no….no….Mike…..you can’t touch yourself, okay…..we can’t have that….”

    Mike merely moaned “aaaahhhhhh…Jesus! Dude…oh shit…. Oh gaaaawwwwwdddddd….. man..oh god…man…please……”

    “Well….we will have to tie you up so you can’t jerk off. This will be an intense blowjob – you are going to have the best blowjob of your life dude, and I want you to enjoy it. When its over, I’ll untie you, okay? But you gotta let me do this or you won’t feel it…okay?” Shawn said almost like an order – hoping and praying he wouldn’t back out now. 

    He knew he wouldn’t – Mike was so hot and horny that he would do almost anything to cum. The poor guy never had this done before to him.

    Mike, almost in a drug induced sexual high, now didn’t care what Shawn did as long as Shawn made him shoot – and made him cum FAST. Mike couldn’t believe how horny he was. He didn’t even think twice about being tied up – whatever Shawn wanted, fuck, he would do it, just to get his dick sucked so he could cum. A part – a small part of him wondered about whether Shawn was a real freak – but another part of him got even more hornier at the prospect of being tied up and made helpless.

    For a change it would be HIS body that would be taken care of completely and worshipped. That never happened before – and somehow, that prospect made the whole scene extremely erotic. He had no idea why – and he was confused about getting hard when another guy touched him. But he didn’t care- at least not right now. His mind was buzzed from the beers – and hot from the sucking and touching. He suddenly sensed that Shawn – this guy – really worshipped his body, and while that bothered him – in his drunken sexual state, it made him even MORE horny. His dick actually grew even more hard, throbbing, flexing steel hard almost.

    Shawn held his breath, waiting for Mike to respond to being tied up. Would he do it? It all came down to this moment. Shawn almost felt he would have to over power the boy even if he said no. Nothing would stop Shawn from getting Mike now. Nothing.  Shawn almost shook with nervousness when he saw that Mike was willing. 

    Mike sighed, stared at Shawn and then merely nodded, closing his eyes and spread his arms and legs almost like a little boy, waiting to be fed. Shawn, breathing hard, thanking God for his luck, quickly uncovered the cuffs at each of the bed posts.  He grabbed Mike’s right muscled tanned arm first, and quickly tied it to the bedpost tightly. He noticed the nice patch of hair under the armpit.

    Mike gasped alittle and seemed like he was going to protest, but didn’t. He did trust Shawn – he looked up to him, so Mike knew Shawn wouldn’t hurt him. Mike relaxed a bit.

    For Mike, it was sort of erotic getting tied up – he never would have believed it before, but it felt sexy and hot to be tied up now. He shook his head and couldn’t believe how depraved he was getting – but that small part of his brain convinced him again that, it was the beer – he was drunk – it wasn’t really happening and anyway, he was straight!!!! He knew he wasn’t gay.

    Shawn’s heart was beating so hard and loud that he thought he was going to faint. He couldn’t believe that it was going to happen – that the object of his sexual obsession was being tied up stripped naked! This handsome movie star looking twink was now within moments of being tied up spread-eagle and at his mercy. He looked down and couldn’t believe how handsome the boy was. So hot. So smooth and defined. Tanned. And now just moments, seconds from being totally tied up. Little did Mike know what Shawn had planned.

    Shawn knew Mike was somehow trying to stay “buzzed” and drunk so he could blame it on the beers or even act like he couldn’t remember a thing. Shawn knew that this handsome straight boy thought that he would be tied up so he couldn’t jerk off, get his blow job, and then quickly be released, and then crash for the night. Just a few minutes and it was all over. Yes, he was dazed and buzzed – more so than Shawn thought. Shawn didn’t care at this point – he just wanted Mike tied up. Shawn quickly grabbed the other muscled arm, and cuffed it tightly so there would be no way Mike could get loose.

    Now with the boy helpless, Shawn felt alittle better – it was too late for the straight boy to change his mind now. He grabbed the boy’s muscled tanned left leg, and cuffed it to the corner bedpost. He grabbed the right and did the same. Mike was now spread eagle – a gorgeous tanned captive, his body taut and sweaty, and his young man cock steel hard. 

    Even though Mike was straight – being tied up served to make him even hornier and his cock got even harder, and leaked even more precum. Shawn stared at the boy’s taut body, his tight flat stomach, and then drilled his finger into the boy’s navel. He loved that boy’s belly button.

    “OH SHIT!!!!” Mike gasped, feeling an intense ticklish sensation of having his navel explored by Shawn’s finger.

    Shawn stopped after a few minutes – knowing he would be back later with his tongue to thoroughly explore Mike’s sexy belly button.

    “Oh man…shit…..” Mike moaned, flexing and pulling at the restraints – testing it. He looked for a second alittle scared and said “I… don’t think…Shawn…maybe….fuck…..”

    Shawn ignored Mike’s weak second thoughts and then blindfolded him (to his surprise) because he wanted to assault his body without him knowing what part was being attacked. Plus, each boy could enjoy what was to happen without looking at each other and feeling guilty (this was more important to Mike).

    He protested again weakly at the blindfold saying “Dude…what…hey..no man what is this man dude..no.shit.I..”

    Shawn quickly explained it would intensify the erotic feeling, and made the point by grabbing his steel hard penis, and polishing his shiny, gooey cockhead slowly – very slowly, then let go, his hands moving a slow swirl, his fingers lightly rubbing the flange of his penis head, and then slowly rubbing the ultra sensitive head three times, before taking the hand back down the hard shaft, grasping the stalk, before repeating it over and over.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIITTTTT!!!!” Mike gasped and nearly screamed and sucked in his stomach even more.

    Shawn grabbed Mike’s hot steel hard dick again, holding it firmly at the base, pulling down the wrinkled foreskin gently, and inhaled the heavy pungent male odors, then licked the hard tube up and down, then licked and slowly polished with his tongue Mike’s extremely sensitive cockhead, while slowly jerking the shaft from the base.

    “AAAAAHHH….. OOOO HHHHH GOOO OOOD” he gasped.

    Shawn’s tongue danced on the boy’s throbbing ultra-sensitive cockhead, while Mike hissed “OOOO OOHAAAAA AAH”, his body thrusting itself involuntarily.

    Shawn’s other hand played with the boy’s sweaty balls.

    Mike groaned and loudly moaned “OH GOD!!!!!!!!!”

    His body squirmed and when Shawn kept polishing his dick head, his young athletic body shuddered, bathed in sweat.  But everytime Shawn thought his young straight friend was ready to shoot, he backed off and stopped. Shawn could tell when Mike was ready to cum – the boy would stop gasping, but moaned and his hands would fist up, grabbing the restraints tightly, his bare feet would curl, and his entire body would grow taut – his mouth clenched in a furious hideous grin, his breathing fast and shallow. Then Shawn would just stop. No warning. He would just stop. The steel hard cock would flex – and almost shuddered, looking for the mouth and hands that were pleasuring it so intensely.

    Mike thrashed – nearly breaking free from the restraints. The poor boy would gasp, start thrashing and then yell “MAN!!!!! DON’T STOP…. OH SHIT ….. DON’T SSSSSSTOP… GOD….. GOOOOD…….. DON’T PLEAAAASSSSSE…… MAN….. SHAWN… PLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEE”

    Shawn would just stop, not move until the moment of orgasm passed for Mike.  He was an expert at this – and came close to bringing the young twink to the edge of a huge orgasm, but knew when to stop. Mike’s youthful sweaty slim body shuddered and his breathing returned alittle more normal – though ragged. Mike groaned in utter disappointment at being denied an orgasm.

    It was particularly painful for him because he hadn’t cum in four days and unlike all the other previous blow jobs from girls – THIS time, the blow jobs and cock jerking WAS bringing him to a mindshattering orgasm – only – it would stop just at the brink – just at very edge. The very edge. He could almost feel himself cumming. SO close. So very close. Just nano seconds from exploding. Yet….the sucking and jerking would stop and the boy couldn’t cum, even though he wanted too badly now. He tried to will himself to come, but couldn’t.

    Mike felt like he was going crazy with lust – he never felt this way before – his entire body felt like a sexual instrument – every part of him now glistened with sweat and was so sensitive. His youthful saliva-wet dick almost lengthened and searched for a mouth or hand or tongue to push him to orgasm.

    He thrashed on the bed, and yelled “ooooooh gaaaawwwwwwddddd!!!!”

    He begged Shawn and pleaded to “man…oh…stoooooppp…teeeassssing me……man…….dude please…..”

    This went on for almost an hour and by then Mike was now getting mad and nearly yelling in utter frustration when the stimulation stopped again and again just short of making the sweaty, handsome young man from cumming.

    He started to struggle, pulling at the restraints, yelling at Shawn to “MAN!!!! Why the fuck are you DUDE!!! I FUCKIN MEAN IT DUDE!!!! …….stop….teasing me…man….god stopping..man….don’t stop….man….OH FUCK!!!!!!!! Please PLEASE!!!!!”

    He would then twist and thrash – much to Shawn’s amusement. The thrashing and cursing actually was turning on Shawn even more. Shawn couldn’t believe how hard and stiff Mike’s cock was – it seemed already filled with cum. The boy’s body was bathed in sweat – and taut.

    Mike’s shaft was steel hard – as hard as it has ever been in his young life. It was leaking precum, the foreskin pulled back, exposing the head now to every lick, to every rubbing motion from Shawn’s hand. Mike was moaning almost begging Shawn to make him cum. 70 minutes passed now. 

    Quietly, Shawn then asked “hey Mike…..I will blow you – but you need to tell me when you are ready to cum, so I can pull of your dick, okay?”

    Mike quickly nodded and quietly – somewhat embarrassed replied “Dude oh god fuck yeah…okay….anything…….” He would do anything now – anything to shoot his load.

    Unfortunately for Mike, Shawn was merely bringing Mike to the next level of cum control.

    For the next hour, the desperate tied up straight boy would warn Shawn “GOD…… GAAAWWWDDDD…. I AM CLOSE…. I AM READY…. MAN… BACK OFF… OOOOOH”.

    And Shawn would back off, stop jerking entirely, stopping the boy from cumming.  

    By the fifth time, Mike was literally crying tears of frustration, yelling at Shawn “Man, you FUCK!!! YOU FUCK!!!!! Stop fucking teasing me…oh man…. please….please….. please… Man… I am begging you… please…. don’t stop…… please…..”

    The straight boy, was thrashing, struggling hard to break loose, and was really mad – really angry now. He was yelling – and his entire lean muscled body was tight as a drum – on the edge of complete orgasm. But not there. He was beginning to hate Shawn. This was torture.

    After another 30 minutes, Mike was reduced to almost alittle boy whimpering – begging for relief. Tears were coming from under his blindfold – of frustration.

    “Dude… oh god… anything… I’ll pay you anything… anything… please…. get me off…. untie me…. god… I gotta shoot…. please… dude… Shawn….” he begged.

    Mike’s steel hard dick flopped back and forth, oozing a trail of precum on his firm flat stomach, with several small drops forming in the boy’s belly button. It looked hot. He tried raising his sweaty head, pulled at his restraints hard, while his body thrashed in frustration. He desperately tried to move his pelvis in an upward thrust, in a fucking motion to help make him cum. He could not longer control what his youthful body was doing.

    Seeing that, Shawn got some old ties, tied them together, and then tied it to his bedframe, crossing tightly, Mike’s taut stomach and lower ab area, so he couldn’t make any fucking motion at all. Shawn also used some more old ties (tied together) to tie down Mike’s thighs. Mike yelled at Shawn to stop – to untie him – and to make him shoot.

    “Dude… fuck… no more…. stop…. stop…. ” Mike whimpered again and again, as Shawn tied more restraints.

    The poor boy now could not move at all – except his chest and head. Mike tried to make himself cum whenever Shawn touched him again – but Shawn knew when to pull off of the boy and Mike would groan in utter frustration.

    Mike yelled more in almost pure agony and struggled briefly to break free. Seeing him struggle and watching his steel hard dick flop back and forth – his sweaty body stretched out and tied almost made Shawn cum. The I-Phone video cam was recording all this, and Shawn paused and took several pictures with his digital camera and other I-Phone. He couldn’t believe how hot this boy looked. He was almost dizzy was lust. He wasn’t sure how far he would go with this – but he knew he would push this boy a lot further than just cum control.

    Now Shawn continued the cum control torture, by slowly giving the boy a tongue bath, deftly avoiding the boy’s precum soaked cockhead and shaft. He swallowed the boy’s loose balls, licking the sack over and over.

    Mike groaned and then moaned loudly. He begged Shawn to stop and make him shoot his load. To frighten his friend even more, Shawn just chuckled evilly, and then, without a word, moved up and tongued and licked the boy’s tight stomach, darting the warm tongue into the boy’s deep navel, then slowly up to the hard pecs, sucking the dime-sized hard nipples. Mike gasped and sucked in his stomach even more. He couldn’t believe how this felt – – no one – nothing in his sex life compared to what he was feeling now. It was pure ecstasy.

    Shawn then lapped at the boy’s hairy sweaty armpits, sniffing the strong masculine aroma, nibbling at each hairs, while Mike gasped. He then tongued his way back down at the boy’s nipples, and then all over the boy’s body – down his muscled slightly hairy thighs, knees, legs and feet while Mike squirmed and begged. The licking and tongue bath was intense – bringing him again and again to the brink of orgasm – but never enough to push him over the edge.

    Shawn got down to the boy’s tied up legs – down to the size 10 sweaty feet. The toes were clean, with a nice strong smell – very boyish. The feet were beautiful, nicely proportioned, with the toe nails cut to proper length, clean from any dirt. There was wispy small amounts of hair on each toe, and Shawn sucked each toe lovingly.

    He concentrated on the big toe, and then back to the smallest on both feet while Mike violently thrashed and buckled and gasped from the intense ticklish feeling.

    He screamed, trying to form words to tell Shawn to stop, finally just yelling “GAAAA WWDDDSHAWWWWNSTOOOOP!!!!!” and then laughing hysterically, yanking hard at his restraints with more force than ever.

    It was almost unbearable having his body assaulted in this way. Mike never before had anyone suck his nipples or lick his body in this way – and his mind was almost in a complete sexual haze – his head rolling back and forth, mouth agape, moaning – unable to cum. He felt almost drugged with sex. His upper body tried to squirm away.  He was going insane – he thought – from having his young body touched and licked like this.

    Shawn spent some special moments tonguing the boy’s large loose balls again and even darted his tongue into the boy’s tight asshole – being the first guy to taste the straight boy’s most intimate private body part. Mike’s tight virgin butthole was hard to reach, but Shawn forced his face and tongue down there – and reached it, dancing his hot tongue on the puckered ring, sending electric jolts of ecstasy in Mike’s taut squirming body.

    Shawn could smell the heady very strong musky aroma – and almost came himself, knowing he was tonguing this handsome straight boy’s nether region – his most intimate body part. Picture Andy Roderick or Josh Hairnet being tied up, stripped naked, blindfolded and having his buttonhole tongued – and you have some idea what feast Shawn was dining on. He darted his tongue harder and harder into the boy’s quivering asshole. It was tight, but it gave way, despite the boy’s resistance. Clearly, he did not like this – but clearly, his body did.

     “OHGOD! WHAT! OOOOOOH” Mike yelled, at the feeling, gasping. “OOOOOH WHAT WHA WHA ARE YOU DOING? FUUUUCCCK???!!!!”

    Mike never ever thought anyone would do this. He went crazy, trying to squirm away from the insistent tongue. He groaned and groaned, sucking in his sexy hard stomach, silently praying that Shawn would now make him cum – he felt he would burst now. It felt so hot and good that Mike was going crazy almost with lust. He now almost prayed and begged to cum – he felt he was going almost insane. His body was shaking involuntarily from the throes of sexual ecstasy – but short of allowing him to shoot what he knew would be the biggest load of his life.

    Shawn, after another 30 minutes – for a total of more than 2 and half hours of playing with Mike’s tied up body, finally said “okay buddy…. Get ready for the cum of your life…”

    He was getting exhausted too – and he knew, this was only half of what he was going to do to the boy – something Mike had no idea of. Shawn was excited – he could smell the boy’s intimate body areas on his face – the odors from his cock, balls, pubes, armpits, and neck – and from his asshole. This was the straightest, most cocky guy he knew- and now he was here – tied up, at his mercy. And he could smell every part of him.

    The straight young handsome twink almost was crying from the agony of this torture-like cum control.

    Weakly, Mike tried to lift his sweat soaked head slightly and he said “dude…oh man…thank you oh god…please…don’t stop…please Shawn can’t take it anymore please oh please Shawn…. Dude please… please.. I’m begging you…. please don’t stop…….. I wanna cum…. god… please…..”

    He was whimpering – not believing Shawn that he would bring him to a mind shattering orgasm. Mike was covered in sweat and he smelled like pure straight boy. It was almost overpowering.

    It DID cross Shawn’s mind that maybe he could prolong this straight boy’s ordeal even more. But he wanted to see Mike cum – Shawn was growing weak from holding back HIS own orgasm too. Seeing this handsome youth tied up and sweaty – begging to cum, his dick steel hard, foreskin pulled back and the big piss slit leaking copious amounts of salty pre-cum was almost too much for Shawn.

    He had waited a long time to see Mike’s cum, and Shawn could no longer wait any longer. He wanted to see this cute straight boy shoot a huge load out of his hard cock. He wanted to taste and smell this boy’s hot cum – knowing HE was the one to make it happen. He was dizzy with lust. The intense smells of Mike’s sweaty crotch was overpowering almost. Lucky for Shawn, he kept the I-Phone video cam running to record this….but now, he had to make the sweaty pleading boy shoot the biggest most intense load of his life.

    Suddenly Shawn grasped the boy’s steely incredibly hard shaft at the base, and slowly jerked the shaft, his fingers damp with waterbased lube, while slowly tonguing the cockhead at the same time, nibbling also at the pulled back foreskin. His other hand lightly tickled the boy’s tight walnut sized balls and lower stomach, while Mike gasped and groaned.

    He sometimes drilled his fingers lightly into the boy’s sexy belly button, and then back down to his balls., ever so often darting that same hand and finger to the boy’s asshole. The finger and hand lightly played with Mike’s tight puckered virgin asshole, and with the lube, rubbed his virgin puckered hole, touching the hairs there, rubbing the pucker slowly, while Mike thrashed even harder. He never felt this way before. And no one ever did this to him.

    Mike was in sexual heaven – he couldn’t believe how incredible this felt – every lick brought him close and closer to the edge of orgasm. He was reduced to moaning like a whore – almost performing for Shawn against his will. Mike couldn’t control his responses – he yelled and screamed instinctively now – his entire body reacted without him thinking about it anymore. He no longer controlled his own body or its responses – and Mike never felt that way before. His head lolled back and forth in a sexual high.

     Shawn increased the up and down motion, grasping the stalk of the penis with more pressure, tonguing the head faster and in sync with the jerking.

    Faster, faster, faster – up and down – up and down – faster and faster – polishing the head – faster – faster – up and down – while Mike sucked in his stomach even more, trying hard to arch his firm back – his toes curling, his hands clenched and grabbing at the  sheets.. faster – faster…up and down….faster – faster – Mike’s eyes shut tightly and covered by the blindfold – his mouth clenched so tightly it seemed like he would shatter his beautiful white teeth…faster-faster – up and down …faster… faster… FASTER… FASTER…. FASTER… FASTER……

    Mike was so gone now, but still he wasn’t sure if Shawn was going to deny him orgasm, so he stretched his entire body, tightening it – trying to will himself to cum. It felt so good – so fuckin good he couldn’t believe it. My god – Mike could not believe this was what he was missing from sex!  

    Finally… he was brought closer…. closer…. closer and closer to the edge. Would Shawn stop? 

    Mike silently prayed “oh Shawn please……” He was almost terrified that Shawn would stop. He begged Shawn to bring him off.

    Faster… faster… faster….. up and down… faster and faster Shawn jerked, polished and sucked the boy’s hard cock…. faster…. faster… faster… FASTER.. FASTER.. UP AND DOWN…. FASTER..

    Mike squealed, moan, thrashed and a small part of his brain screamed that he was going to cum. Suddenly Mike opened his mouth wide…..said nothing…then omitted a long long loud groan and “OOOOOOO OOOOOOH GAAAAAAW WW DDDD!!!!!!!!!!!”

    His taut youthful muscled sweaty body buckled up and down as much as he could under the bonds that held him down.

    Shawn kept jerking the shaft fast up and down but pulled off the head just in time to see a huge load shoot out, splattering on the boy’s tight abs.

    Shawn gasped “oh fuckin Jesus!!!!!” 

    He kept jerking the boy’s steel hard cock, now shooting another huge load of hot white cum, then another, then another, and then another.

    Mike kept squirting out cum – 10 huge loads…..and nearly yelled “oh god” after each time.

    Hot straight boy sperm continued to flow out of the boy’s cock head like lava almost, spilling out from the piss slit, on down the shaft.  The hot white spooge spilled and collected on the boy’s tight heaving stomach, filling in the navel like a small pond. Gobs of cum was splattered on the boy’s face, chest – even some of his own chin. Shawn stared at the boy, gasping now – in the throes of an incredible sexual climax – and bent over, and quickly licked up some of the hot cum. The cum tasted slightly salty but sweet – and was very warm.

    Shawn proceeded to lick the navel clean of cum, an then brought a small wash cloth to wipe up the rest, while he continued to jerk the shaft. (Shawn did this not because he was tired of eating Mike’s cum – but because he wanted to preserve some of it on a wash cloth for future jack off sessions!)

    Mike, with a face of utter contentment – lay there – completely exhausted by the workout. His muscled body, still tied and spread eagle, was covered in sweat. He smelled like cum and boysweat, with the heady aroma of a guy’s smelly crotch. It turned on Shawn even more. Shawn pulled off his pants and underwear, and jerked at his hard cock, staring at the tied up boy, his cock growing a little limp now.

    Mike was almost passed out from the session. His head was lolled back and forth slowly, mouth open, his face a mask of utter exhaustion and sexual contentment.

    Shawn smiled and then remembered. Milking time. Let’s see if this fucking straight boy has the balls to deliver more cum. Lets see if this straight boy can take it. Shawn wanted to kiss the boy, but didn’t. thinking Mike might really freak out. But he knew Mike’s cock would be so ultra sensitive – like any guy’s after shooting – that he would go crazy having it touched. He would soon learn about being milked without mercy.

    Mike was breathing slowly, mouth open, still in a daze from cumming. Suddenly he screamed, tried to buckle his body, then literally shrieked – his face suddenly transformed into a hideous looking mask of pain and pleasure. 

    His eyes opened wide in sheer horror.

    “Ohhhhh.. NO!!!Dude.. stop” Mike gasped, trying to stay in control, his body quivering uncontrollably.

    He tried valiantly to act like he was not being bothered by having his sensitive cock milked and polished after cum. But the intense feelings quickly overwhelmed the poor handsome sweaty boy.   

    Shawn ignored the pleas of Mike – and continued playing with his damp cock, moving his fingers slowly over the ridge of the boy’s cockhead, then quickly “polishing” the knob several times, and slowly jerking the shaft.  He placed his three or four fingers just under the boy’s flange (the ridge of the cockhead), and slowly jerked his cock shaft – and without a pattern, would rub the flange, and then polish the head several times, before repeating the process.

    For Mike – it was pure torture (try doing that to your own cock after cumming and see how long you’d last before screaming – now picture yourself tied down and having someone do that over and over and over). He squealed. He shrieked. He screamed. He laughed and then screamed again and again.

    “OOOOOOOH SHHHITTTTT DUDE!!! NO!!!! NOOOOOO! Stooooop. Toooo much oh man.stop too sensitive….wait….oh man.” he yelled, his body tensing up – trying to back away from Shawn’s hands. His buckling was violent trying to desperately escape the most intense sensations he felt.

    Shawn was jerking the boy’s shaft, mixing lubricant with the boy’s cum.  With the other hand pulled back the foreskin, and exposed the damp dark head. Shawn was slowly polishing Mike’s now intensely sensitive cockhead….slowly…and painfully. Shawn could smell the heavy odors of cum, sweat and crotch odors of Mike.

    Mike almost hissed “ooooooh gaaaaaaaa oooood Wait dude man dude please ooooooh gawd… wait… stop… stop….. ooooohgaaa aawwwddddd i’lldo… do… oh shit… anything… plllleeeeaaaassseeee!!!!” man.. You gotta… oh god… stop… oooooo… hey… shit… man…. you gotta. Give it a a rest man….. oh…. SHAWN!!!!!!! GOD!!!! STOOOOOOOOOP!!! SHAWWWWWWN! Oh…GOOOO OOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!! in a pitiful futile attempt to bargain with Shawn.

    Mike, laughed hysterically and then screamed and screamed for Shawn to stop. Shawn just kept jerking the shaft at the base, holding the stalk tightly, and then polished the cockhead. His body jerked and buckled uncontrollably in a desperate attempt to get away from Shawn’s hands.

    Up and down – faster and faster….up and down. He would stop when it looked like Mike was adjusting to the intense feeling- and start up, rubbing alittle slower, or touching another part of the cock or shaft – adding lube, to sending jolts of the most intense pleasure and electric sensations he had ever felt – even more intense than the orgasm he just had. THIS was like an on-going never ending orgasm, that now was bordering on the ultimate tickle torture is seemed.

    While Shawn kept jerking the hard shaft, polishing, rubbing the ultra sensitive wet cockhead, while Mike’s body shook, thrashed and buckled, Shawn started to lick the boy’s entire body again – and even was able to lap at the ball’s soft, hot wrinkled balls, and lifting them, licked under and darted his tongue quickly at the boy’s quivering virgin pink asshole.

    “OOOOOOOOHH FUUUU CCCKSHAWNN NO NO NO NO STOOO OOOP OOOOOOH GAAAAW WDICAN’T. STAAANNNED IT PLLLEEEAASSSE!! !!!” He cried, thrashing his bod, screaming out the words in a pitful shaking voice.

    Mike gasped and nearly screamed. He tried arching his back, but was restrained. Shawn merely ignored the boy’s pleadings and kept up tonguing the boy – smelling his crotch, lapping at his asshole, down his legs and sucking the boy’s toes. Mike was screaming and yelling. He couldn’t stand it anymore – it was pure torture.

    Mike was going crazy he thought from the almost unbearable feeling. His tormented youthful muscled body was – he knew – so overly sensitive after he had sex, he could barely even touch himself just to go bathroom. Sex with a girl, his thrusting fucking motions would stop almost immediately after he began shooting – the feeling was too intense, and he would withdraw, his dick plopping out of the girl’s vagina – warning her not to touch him – especially down there.

     He could be hugged, but after sex, his cock, balls and chest and butt and lower stomach areas were extremely sensitive to touch. But the most sensitive of all was his cock – and his cockhead. With the foreskin pulled back now, he was more terrified than ever before –  because it would expose the most sensitive part of his body now – something he knew he could not tolerate.

    Now, some one ELSE was touching his cockhead – his shaft, his balls – his entire body – and the feeling was unbearable. He begged again – whimpering and pleaded with Shawn and tried to break away. He never knew he could feel this way – the intensity of the milking was so tremendous, that despite the pain, his cock was again steel hard. Within 20 minutes, Mike was jerked to another orgasm, shooting 3 loads of hot cum. He was almost in tears – it was too intense.

    He was shrieking and screaming “STOP STOP OH GAAWDDD…SHAWN, YOU GOT TWO LOADS… NO MORE.. OH!!!!WAIT… GIVE ME SOME TIME… OH FUCK I CAN’T TAKE IT… STOP STOP… GIVE ME A REST DUDE… PLEASE ANYTHING… PLEASE”

    He screeched the last several words as Shawn, ignoring his begging, rubbed the very wet cockhead over and over – damp from cum, spit and lube, and jerked at the shaft. Shawn kept this up for 15 more minutes, while the boy thrashed, and begged and finally, shot another load, a little on his tight stomach, and then squrited 3 more dribble like loads.

    But Shawn kept milking the boy, urging more cum out, and the stalk shuddered and out came five more spurts of spooge, erupting out of the piss slit like lava from a volcano, wetting his entire flat heaving stomach with his hot load.

    Mike whimpered and groan and now fully expected it to finally end. He was a horny guy – but now, he had enough sex to last, he thought, for the rest of the year. He came three times – two, but really three.

    But Shawn kept on going – never stopped the jerking up and down – up and down. And Mike’s cock was now even more sensitve, after cumming twice. He couldn’t stand the touch – it was as if he was being tickled everywhere. And the milking, the polishing – the intense, slow rubbing and polishing of  the boy’s ultra sensitive slimy, pre-cum soaked cockhead. Mike thrashed – seriously thrashed back and forth as much as his restraints would let him.

    He screamed and started to threaten Shawn “FUCKKKKKKKK YOU!!!!!! GAAAAAAWWWWDD… Oh pllllleeeaaaseeee!!!!!!  Sttoooooppppp… oh ANNN YYYT TTHHHIN NNG. Oh fuck… anything… IIII do anything.. pleeee eaaaaasss eeee goooooo ood…. Shaa wwwwnnnn…. puhh… Puuuhhhhhlllleeaaasse.. ohhhhhhh Shaww wnnnnnn…….”

    The boy could no longer even form words or sentences. He was now babbling – thrashing his body, totally out of control. Mike cried – he really started to cry from the intensity of the jerking and cock polishing and milking. Yet his body also enjoyed it. His cock remained steel hard, and he came again…..in another 40 minutes…and he came again….in another 20.

    Sometimes Shawn, feeling sadistic, would try oblige Mike by not touching his cock – for a few minutes, but instead sucked on Mike’s sensitive toes, or licking his armpits, while the boy went nuts, shrieking with laughter and babbling for Shawn to stop.

    Shawn loved sniffing and licking Mike’s damp pits – and tickling the pits and his ribcage – and feet over and over, while polishing the boy’s cockhead. Mike screamed and shrieked – the feelings were too intense. His youthful lean body would involuntarily grow taut, buckle, and he would scream and laugh and then beg Shawn to stop.

    Finally, after a total of 4 hours, Shawn squeezed out one last load from the straight boy – he squirted 3 watery loads. Shawn had the foresight to have Mike shoot into a small measuring cup, so Shawn could preserve the loads of cum in a nice container. It was almost half full of Mike’s gooey hot spooge!

    The boy was totally spent and exhausted and terrified of more milking. He wanted to kill Shawn now – he was that angry. It was pure agony. But he was too exhausted – drunk- and out of it to do anything. All he wanted was it to stop – and now with that, all he wanted was to sleep.

    “MY GOD SHAWN!!! STOP!!!FUCKIN KILL YOU FUCKIN BASTARD.OOOOH PLEASE STOP!!! Mike screamed, his body bathed in sweat, buckling and squirming.

    Now Mike’s cock was semi-hard, but no longer steel hard but red from the all the jacking off and sucking. Shawn gave the cockhead one final polish from his tongue and hand. Mike gasped out loud, almost shrieked – his entire sweaty body shuddering completely. He was terrified – shaking – that Shawn would touch him again or jerk his shaft. He was actually terrified that Shawn would continue the torture.

    Mike’s exhausted body couldn’t stand it anymore – he was literally crying tears. He mouthed words, pleading and begging “leave my dick alone…god Shawn.please.don’t touch it anymore.god.dude.please..please.”

    His youthful muscled, very sweaty body shuddered uncontrollably from the after shocks of cumming, when Shawn put his hand casually on the boy’s soft, loose, balls.

    Then Shawn began uncuffing and untying the boy – slowly. His left leg and arms were cuffed really tight as Shawn uncuffed the four restraints.  After inspecting the nude handsome boy completely and seeing no damage (slight markings on his leg and arms), the boy whimpered and moaned in utter contentment now, and fell asleep. Shawn covered him.

    The next morning he awoke and both boys acted like nothing happened.

    Mike though, did remember some of what happened. Part of him realized that despite how weird and freaky it may have been – and with a guy no less, it still was the best sex he ever had. He never had an orgasm (or that many) like that before. Another part wanted to get even – to make Shawn pay for Mike’s 4 hour long ordeal.

    As pleasurable as it turned out to be – it was also pure torture. Mike’s young body shuddered sometimes even when he thought back to being tied up. It was unbearable. Mike somehow vowed to himself to “get Shawn” and make him suffer like he did. But what actually happened was that Shawn GOT some friends to get Mike FIRST.


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  • A buddy

    A buddy

    Carl, a buddy, that I blow everyweek or so gave me a call Sunday morning telling me to get over there and blow him… and that he might have a buddy for me towork on. Then I was a little disappointed because before I even left the house he called that he hadto cancel. But he’scool so I knew it wasn’t intentional. He said Monday nightwould work though and that he’d giveme a call and let me know if his buddy could make it.

    So Monday I finished up atwork and headed downtown for my karate lesson, on the way Carl gaveme a call to confirm that we were still on. Karate went fine then I rushed back out of town tomy buddy Carl’s place, cursing about highway department and it’s penchant for doing road workat the worst fucking times.

    Anyway, I got to Carl’s place and run up thefour flights of stairs and knocked on the door. He answered in his standard t-shirt and underwear. He invitedme in and then ushered me into the living room and over to the couch where hisbud Paul was waiting.

    Paul was fuckinghandsome, tanned and muscular. With a thick 8-incher that was already niceand hard from them watching some good porn whilethey waited.

    I didn’t waste anytime at all, pulling off my glasses and dropping down to my knees to worship that beautiful dick. Paul was rock hard the entire time I blew him. By bring him to the edge and then backing off, I wasable to blow him for over an hour.

    Paul seemed to really like my deep throating him, becausehe’d start slowly pushing it into mythroat whenever I pushed deep onto him. My buddy Carljust sat back on the floor, watchingthe porn and us as the stud Paul lay back on the couch and enjoyed my mouth.

    Plus Paul liked to put both his handson my head while he slowly pumped his thick cock inand out of my mouth.

    I was pissed at myself at first,since I was a little out of breath from running up the stairs and had to keeptaking short breaks to catch my breath. But I finally caught my breath and wastaking it down as much as far as he wanted.  Though I definitely want to take himfor a minute or more… I had a little trouble so I knewI definitely had to work on my breath control a littlemore.

    He was also completelyclean, so I obliged him with a good ass slurping too. Grabbing him behind the knees, I raised his legs up to where his knees werenear his ears, ass kinda up in the air. Face lowered, my tonguedarted down to his taint…that acutely sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. Then slidingmy tongue all the way down, I circled his puckered ass in excruciatingly slow, teasing circles.

    Paulhad fucked several girls besides his wife and had evengotten blowjobsfrom a couple, but never had he felt such bliss. My supple tongue danced around his tight star making him moan, “Mmmmmmmmm,” and squirm with pleasure. Laughing, I stiffened my tongue and poked it rightpast his puckered sphincter. Then Istarted pumping it in and out, the same way that Paul wanted to fuck my mouth.

    And boy did Paul like that. He actually mentioned thathe’d like someone munching his asswhile someone else sucked his cock. But Carl didn’ttake him up on it…at least this time.

    Well, I was having a great time and Paul’s continuing erection told me that he thought Iwas doing a greatjob too.

    FinallyPaul decidedto let me have his load, which started with me working his cock with some great slurping and very gently touching hisballs and the base of his dick with my fingers… and worked up to him fuckingmy mouth withhis hands on my head and me moaning as he finally grunted, “I’m cumming…Oh, God, I’m cummmmmming,” and pumped a nice tasty load into my mouth.

    God damn I felt it all the way down as Paul kept pumping my throat until I gulped down every single drop of his cum.

    Then Paul justlaidback and we all talked a little bit about other buds and making sure he got together with me again.

    After he left my bud Carl and I talked for a little bit more, then I almost scared him when without any kind of warning I dove in, soto speak and yanked down and off his jockeys. Before he could react I ran my tongue downthe full length of his shaft and to his balls. My supple tongueflicked rapidly on his balls licking them all over and then I sucked theminto my mouth. Catching on moaned, “Oh yea lick them balls,” as he arched his back up towards me as I continued to worked his balls.

    Then I worked my way back uphis shaft and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. Carl groaned, “Uuuuuuugh,” as I ran my tongue in his pee-hole to get a small drop of his pre-cum that was beadingup there. 

    Then I slowly engulfed his cock into my mouth. And there I was, happily gobbling his hardcock. I was moaning, “Uuuuuuuuuum,” softlyand making wet slurping sounds as Ipumped mymouth up and down on his thick hard shaft. My handsdanced sensuously up his legs until theywere cradled his balls again. I wasn’t just suck his cock. Because I wanted to give him a very extra special blowjob, I wasmaking a serious production of it. Iwas making these sexy little murmurs, like akid does when eating ice cream. As Istared up at Carl’s face, I chewed the head of hiscock with my lips. Most guys had only seen blowjobs like this in really good porno.

    I started sucking slow and methodical, workingcocksohe would get themaximum of pleasure out of it and last as long as possible. He leaned againstthe backof the couch and scootedhis butt forward so I could keep his cock in my mouth. My awesome sloworal talent lasted another 5-minutes but now I sensed that Carl was getting anxious.

    The room was filled with slurpingsounds as I picked up the pace, my head bobbing up and down faster andfaster.

    “Oh god, here it comes, oh god I’m going to cum,” Carl moaned almost painfullyas he reached down with one hand to hold my head in place.

    “Ugh,ugh, uuuugh,” he wailed as he shot load after load of his thick salty cum down my throat.

    When he let go of my head I continued tolick and suck his cock up and down.

    I’d made sure he cummed hard enough to see somestars as thanks forintroducing me to a cock like Paul’s. Not that his dick wasn’t sweet too.

    It was a great Monday. I ended up with two hotloads of cum instead of the one I expected and now I was driving homewith a cum sucker’s high.

    Damnit’s good to have buddies that appreciate you.

    The end…


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  • Naked again

    Hello everyone my name is DENNIS YEAGER  this is my story    February7 it was just about mid night  chilly snow on the ground 35 degrees. i decided to venture outside again thinking like a high schooler i decided to sneek out my bedroom window, my house is a ranch style  the windows  are low enough i can step right outside, here i go i opened the window, i felt the cold air on my left leg as i stepped out of the house wow it was cold , i kept going i’m outside again totally naked it’s dark cold no people no cars nothing i closed the bedroom window and started to walk aroung the yard . i walked down my driveway to my garage and back to the house i’m cold i’m going in for a bit ,i had a cup of coffeei was back outside after that. i walked down mydriveway once again looking at myy back yard i thought why not , there is snow on the ground i started walking down the yard i am naked it’s 2am and i’m out here i thought WOW this is GREAT. I will be outside naked tonight .


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  • My Sisters Lover

    My Sisters Lover… #3

    By : A. Williams

         With my cock still in Jack’s pulsing ass, I started to laugh. I slapped his perfect ass and said, “You’re the best I’ve ever had Baby. You were amazing.”

         He squeezed my softening cock with his ass muscles, “I’ve never gotten off so hard. You were amazing too Lover,” he said chuckling.

         With me holding him tight to my body, we lay there in the golden afterglow of great sex.  God he felt great in my arms and he smelled so wonderful.

          “Thank you for being my first… you were so sweet and caring to me Ridge… It was just perfect,” he said full of emotion.

         “How about I cook us some breakfast and then we can sleep in each other’s arms. I’m starving, how about you?” I asked.

    “Very hungry…I can help, let’s go.”

         We walked to the kitchen naked and hand in hand smiling wide. We tore through the refrigerator foraging for what we could find. Bacon, sausage and cheese omelets were soon on our plates with fresh coffee. We held hands the whole time we ate and laughed about stupid stuff, bonding us further and deeper together.

          I could see myself with Jack for a long time… And I wanted that… a relationship with one special man, to build a life with him…for him… and for us. I felt in my heart it could be Jack. Us sharing a life together, but how did he feel? I had no idea and didn’t want to push it too soon. After all, he was new to man love and man sex.

         After breakfast we climbed back in bed, wrapped our bodies together tightly, face to face. I stroked his soft beard and gazed into his eyes. I could fall in love with this man… my sister’s lover. He turned on all my buttons. His looks, his smell, his taste, it was all so sweet and damn sexy.

         Jack ran his hands through my hair as we stared at each another. “Ridge I’m feeling some crazy shit right now,” he announced out of the blue.

    “Like what baby?” I asked intrigued as we continued to pet each other.

    “Like I’m falling for you… Like you know, I love you,” he said in a whisper.

         “Baby I’m feeling the same things. Let’s let it happen…let’s both let go and love each other.” With that said, the make out session ensued. Hot, wet sloppy man kissing…deep and passionate.

         Soon we were rubbing our hard aching cocks together and moaning full of lust and desire for each other. It wasn’t long and we were in a wonderful 69, with me on bottom and Jack on top, sucking and slurping each other’s tasty juicy cocks and licking each other’s boiling balls.

         For a new cock-sucker, Jack was doing a fantastic job on my thick 9 inch cock. His wanting to please me made it all the better.

         Just as we were both building to an intense satisfying climax, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. Then without waiting for a response the door flew open. Both startled we looked up expecting to see Pam again.

         But it wasn’t Pam, instead framed in the doorway like some avenging angel was my Dad. Mr. Peter Coffey with his smart phone in his hand and the other in a white knuckled fist. His look of surprise ran the gambit from shocked to anger…red faced vein bulging anger.

         Equally shocked, face crimson with embarrassment, Jack jumped off of me and scrambled off the bed.

         “Jack you son-of-a-bitch. You’re supposed to be my daughter’s boyfriend and I catch you like this,” screamed Dad. As Jack scurried around on the floor gathering up his clothes, Dad screamed with rage, “Get out of my house you bastard.”

         When Jack paused to put his clothes on Dad snatched up my baseball bat left over from little league and advanced on Jack. As he approached Jack menacingly, he clutched his clothes to his chest. “Mr. Coffey, you don’t want to do this.” Jack said backing out the door. “I’m leaving,” he said as his footsteps could be heard fading as he ran down the hall terrified.

         Still seething, Dad turned back toward me. Too angry to speak he held up the phone letting me see the pictures Pam had taken. Taking deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down.

         When he could finally speak without screaming he said, “Ridge when you came out we accepted your homosexuality without reservation and backed you 100%. Is this the thanks we get? What did anyone in the family ever do to you to merit this kind of disrespect from you?”

         Not letting me answer he went on, “We’ve let you bring your boyfriends in to this house and sit at our table eating with us like family. Just like Pam brought her boyfriend’s here too. We tried to extend our friendship to them the same as her boyfriends…and this is the thanks we get? Is there so few gay men in the world that you have to go after your sister’s boyfriends? And too make it worse you did it right here in your mother and I’s house.”

         When I tried to speak, father cut me off. “Don’t bother there’s nothing you can say that’ll make it any better.”

         Tears clouding Dads eyes, as he murmured, “Do you have so little family pride…hate us so much, your family, your blood that you could do this to us?”

         I babbled some nonsense for a couple of minutes, then saw the futility of what I was saying and shut up.

         In obvious mental pain, Dad almost whispered, “I don’t think you can live under this roof under these circumstances. You need to pack and leave now. It would be better if you didn’t try to contact your mother. I’ll explain your sudden departure to her,” he said. Shoulders slumped in defeat he exited the door and walked away.

         Not believing what had just happened, I quickly packed. Hopping that Dad would reappear and reconsider my punishment. With my suitcases in hand, I moved slowly down the hall and through the house towards the front door.

         Realizing the depth of my transgression tears started to run down my cheeks as I got in my car. As the motor warmed up I asked myself where I could go…at least for the night. If I ever wanted to make amends with my family, I can’t go to Jack’s.

         I pulled over a couple of blacks away in a convenience store parking lot. There with the aid of my smart phone I found a friend whose roommate was out of town for a few days. While I was crashing with my friend, James, I located another friend, Kevin. His roommate was getting a job transfer. It was strictly platonic because Kevin was straight but I found a place to live.

          Time passed and although I was still steering clear of Jack, I felt like I was coming to terms with being without a family. But days like this, Thanksgiving, reawakened the pain. Kevin my roommate and everyone else I knew were spending the day with their family.

         Some fucking Thanksgiving Holiday I was having.. Instead of being at my parents’ house with all my relatives eating melt in your mouth turkey, yams with little marshmallows on top, pea salad, deviled eggs, homemade buttermilk biscuits, and who knows what else. Oohh… and let’s not forget the banana pudding and too many different cakes and pies to even name. I was sitting alone in front of the TV watching football and eating a frozen turkey TV dinner that I’d heated in the microwave.

          As I sat there on the couch alone I thought about the upcoming Christmas Holiday and being alone then. My eyes slowly clouded up and tears and they were soon running down my cheeks. “Oh god,” I thought, “Why did I do it? No piece of ass was worth losing my family.”

         I knew why I was feeling sorry for myself, just a week before I’d seen my parents at the mall. When my mother saw me she took a step in my direction. Before she could take a second step Dad had taken her arm and led her in the other direction. The last I saw of her was her back as she disappeared into the crowd.

         It had been 3 years and I’d finally come to terms with being alone. Oh I had a lot of boyfriends over the years but a man with no family was truly alone. I would give anything if I could go back and never give into the temptation of having sex with Jack. It was bad enough that Jack had been my sister’s boyfriend but the indiscretion had taken place in my parent’s home making it all the worse.

          Again I was feeling sorry for myself because another Thanksgiving was coming up and all I had to look forward to was another frozen TV dinner alone.

          My cell phone rang and to my surprise Dad said, “Hello Son. Would you like to meet me somewhere for coffee? Maybe we can talk.”

      Not the end…a new beginning…

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  • The thug that got to more than like me

    I lived with my Hispanic buddy Luis, we have lived together for 2 years. We are kinda friends with benefits not in a relationship. Luis is 23years old, dark complexion and brown eyes. 150lbs, (68KG) 5’10″(178cm) tall. I’m Steve Caucasian 20 years old Blonde hair blue eyes. 120lbs (54kg). 5’ 8″(173cm) tall.

    Luis was upset when he came out because his brother Manuel had had very little to do with him since. He could not accept that Luis was gay and living with a guy. Manuel is 20 years old about 140lbs (64kg) 6’ (183cm) tall. Dark complexion brown eyes. Dreadlocks and gang tattoos.

    Luis and Manuel had grown up in a deprived part of town where drug dealing and violent crime were rife. Luis worked his way out of it. Manuel chose not to, being influenced by the thugs he mixed with. “He likes to be thought of as a big guy taking no shit from anyone. I fear that one day his body could be found in a ditch,” said Luis.

    Manuel had text asking if he could call. “You want me to be out when he calls?” “No, no you are my friend, no need to hide.” Knowing Manuel’s violent history made me feel nervous. Turning against his brother because he’s gay told me he must be homophobic. Luis missed his brother’s love.

    The doorbell rang. Luis looked at me and said in excited tones, “he’s here he’s here”. Wow! I thought when Manuel stepped in; he’s gorgeous looking and appeared to have a perfect physique under what he was wearing. Luis and Manuel hesitated for a few moments before throwing their arms around each other. It was obvious they were pleased to see each other after a longtime. They were talking excitedly and both were very emotional. After hugs and chatter Luis pointed at me and said, ” this is Steve.” It was a quick glance and nod. He ignored me most of the time. When he left he had an intense look of hatred on his face when he looked at me. . Luis looked at me raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. Later Luis apologized. I said no problem as long as you two guys get on.

    Manuel called several times over the next few months. When Luis was not in hearing distance he made it obvious that he didn’t like me by being verbally abusive. Even accused me of turning Luis into a gay. I put up with the homophobic abuse for Luis sake. I never told him.

    As the months passed I found that Manuel’s attitude that he showed towards me, instead of it making me hate him it physically excited me. I was succumbing to his sexual attraction the allure of his hyper-masculinity causing my heart to beat faster. The angry look the physical threats. I was experiencing the same out of control feeling and attraction that a thugs bitch gets when turned on. I’m sure if he knew it would annoy him.

    Now and then a smile would escape from his face only to be quickly replaced with a scowl when he realised he was smiling at something I had said. He even said “I see why Luis is happy, you are good for him.” The expression on his face told me that he had difficulty in accepting that fact. I was beginning to see a good side to Manuel.

    Farewells progressed to high fives then one day unexpectedly a hug. When Manuel first hugged me I could see the real pleased look on Luis’s face. His comment after Manuel had left. “That pleases me to see Manuel hug you that tells me he accepts you. A big step, for him and you.” Manuel was mellowing towards me. The gradual coming together of two opposites. Helped by the coffee and meals I prepared for him. After starting off hating me now I think Manuel and I are forming a friendship! He was more relaxed more natural towards me. I was still very conscious of Manuel’s violent nature.

    Manuel would only visit when Luis was at home. So I was surprised when he called one day when Luis was away for a few days due to work. From the start he taunted and teased me and was tactile in a playful way. Friendly tussling developed into wrestling. He dominated me totally using his powerful legs to put me into a scissors hold. I wriggled and squirmed to get free. It was futile he was stronger than I was. I enjoyed having his strong arms and legs round me.

    He was enjoying the way he dominated me and controlled me. I tried to conceal a raging hard cock I had. Fuck he would go ballistic if he found out. He held me tight and stared into my eyes as we lay there on the floor. “Do you like me, am I making you horny? He asked. I inhaled deeply and smiled. I was taken aback by what I heard him say. I knew what I wanted to say but did not dare say it incase my reply sent him into a rage. “WELL!” He shouted at me as he moved his hand down towards my crotch brushing over my hard. He smirked as he said; “I thought so”. I inhaled deeply I felt scared, Luis wasn’t here should I need his help.

    He reached out towards me with his hand. I instantly backed my head away thinking he was going to hit me; instead he ran his fingers through my hair. “You scared?” “Yeah, you scare me,” I said as I stared at him with wide-open eyes. “No need to be, I got to like you and your blue eyes,” he said as he continued to run his fingers through my hair. “You wanna see my cock?”

    Manuel didn’t wait for a reply he unzipped his zipper raised his ass slightly and peeled his jeans and briefs down to his knees. His big fat cock sprang back against his stomach and twitched excitedly. It was 8″ plus of twitching cock. Precum started to ooze out the pee slit and drip onto his stomach. “Man I’m horny let’s see how good you are at sucking cock.” I took hold of his cock in my hand; it was so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way round it. The big dripping pre-cum mushroom head mesmerized me. I licked over the slit probing it with my tongue. Manuel gave out a deep sigh as waves of pleasure assailed through his body making his legs shake uncontrollably. His cock tasted wonderful. I placed my lips around the mushroom head. The size of it stretched my lips. I strained to take it as deep as I could before I gagged. I wanted to please him.

    I gently squeezed the shaft of his cock with my fingers as I moved my lips up and down the shaft. Taking it deeper each time. I was determined to take it to the hilt. I applied more suction and went at him even more aggressively. Eventually I was down to the hilt, kissing his pubic bone. He pushed his hips up vigorously to meet my mouth. His cock swelled in my mouth as cum rushed up his shaft with so much force that cum squirted down my nose and out the corners of my lips. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he pressed my head hard down on his cock. “Eat it all bitch”. It was impossible for me to swallow it all. Strong jet after jet of cum filled my mouth. I pulled away so I could inhale he pulled my head back down on his cock. I continued to suck him until he finished ejaculating then I licked the spillage off him.

    I sucked and lick his cock until he was hard again. He stroked his hands over my shoulders, down my back and over my butt. I was so sensitive to his touch that I could not stop trembling. He undid the buttons of my shirt and peeled it off, then he removed my jeans. I was naked. He striped. It was the first time I had seen him naked. He had a high level of muscle tone with a lack of bulk, thin waist and powerful legs. He was covered in tattoos some gang related. His large thick cock and hairy balls swung between his legs as he moved towards me. “I like your blonde hair,” he said as he stroked his hand over my head. I was trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear.

    He reached out and held my hard cock in his hand. “I’m gonna milk you, my cock needs lubricating for when I fuck you.” I inhaled deeply and shuddered. The thug was now going to fuck me. He looked into my eyes and said, “hold my cock. When you cum I’m gonna squirt your cum over the shaft of my cock.” I was completely under his control. He jerked me off. My cum covered the shaft of his cock. He spat saliva onto the shaft of his cock. He had a sinister smirk on his face as I watched him spread the mixed cum and saliva over the shaft of his hard cock. He stroked his hand over my chest pinching my nipples. “You have a nice slim body just like a girls. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you.” He told me to turn round and bend over. I felt his hand run along the crack of my ass until it located my anus, causing me to inhale and gulp. I felt his finger penetrate me. “Nice and tight just how I like it” he whispered in my ear. He finger fucked me, eventually getting 3 fingers deep in my gut.

    I felt his hands stretching my ass cheeks apart and the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I prepared myself for the pain I knew was coming. He had one hand on my shoulder and used the other hand to hold his cock as he prodded my anus several times. “Uuhh!” I heard him grunt each time that he thrust at my hole. “Come on bitch open up let me in.,” he shouted as he slapped my ass cheeks. One final thrust and the head popped. “Aargh! Aargh!” I screamed out. He had both hands on my shoulders as he used more force to shove his cock deeper into me. “Aargh!” “It needs lubricating more” I screamed out. “I told ya I like it tight you got enough lube.” He continued to grunt “Uuhh!” With each thrust. And with every thrust I gave out an “Aargh!” to relieve the pain.

    I felt his fat cock on all sides of my gut as he stretched my inside. There was a sudden surge as the whole of his cock penetrated me making his large hairy balls smack hard against my ass. A feeling of shear pleasure shot through the whole of my body as he stood there with his cock all the way in me. It was a surreal moment to have his cock in me something I had fantasized about many times. I like how he controls me, making me do what he wants. Like a thug treats his female bitches. We both enjoyed the fuck, him the feel of his cock sliding in my tight ass and filling me with his seed and me being fucked and bred by him.

    Manuel always came round when Luis wasn’t about and fucked me. Long sessions. We never told Luis.


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