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  • Australian Beach Sex

    Finally the weather is warming up here and it is time for Kip to spend some more time on the beach in his speedo.

    So yesterday Kip and I got stuck into some work early, then packed up the car with the usual beach stuff, beer, towels, sunscreen….. but we also packed other stuff like condoms and lube. Before we left I got onto Grindr and updated our profile saying that we’d be at Birdie Beach, from the carpark walk south a couple of kms and we’d be there.

    If I was on my own I probably wouldn’t give such an open invitation but it was two of us and to be honest I didn’t think anything would come of it at lunch time on a Friday.

    So Kip and I drove up to Birdie Beach and it was just perfect.

    There were a few cars around and I always find it a little odd because some people are there just surfing, some people are tourists and obviously have no idea it is a nude/swingers hang out and there are other people that might be there for a hookup. Kip and I got our stuff and got down to the beach, we didn’t see anyone that stood out or was checking us out. We started walking down the beach, shirtless but wearing shorts over our speedos. As usual, there wasn’t another soul on the beach.

    I think everyone hangs out at the northern end near the headland.

    Once we got away from the carpark Kip and I removed our boardies and were both down to our speedos and backpack each. Kip was wearing a black speedo brand speedo and I was wearing my AussieBum Portseas (they have a history of resulting in some pretty hot sessions in the past).

    Another 5 minutes or so down the beach, there was nobody in sight and we were starting to look for a place to setup when we saw a guy sun baking just in the dunes overlooking the beach. He was still 50m or so away when we passed him but he was on his stomach reading a book, facing the ocean and wearing a black speedo.

    As we passed him we gave him a wave and he waved back.

    Now I wanted to find somewhere to camp up real quick. So about 200m down the beach Kip and I setup at the top of the dunes over looking the beach. We were still in sight of the sun baking guy so he knew where we were although he couldn’t see us from his position.

    We unpacked, I went for a quick swim, we cracked a beer and started enjoying the sun.

    From our spot in the dunes we had just shy of 180 degree view of the beach, we couldn’t see very far in the dunes, there was nothing but bush (scrub) behind us and we couldn’t see a single person looking down the beach.

    The warm sun was drying me from my swim quickly and Kip was looking pretty good in his speedo.

    I reached over and started rubbing the front of Kip’s speedo. Since I still had half a beer left I rubbed the lycra covering Kip’s quickly hardening cock with my right hand and I kept sipping my beer with my left.

    Kip was rather nonchalant about it but his cock was telling a different story as it pushed against the waistband of his speedo. We were talking about some random work stuff and I could tell that Kip was starting to struggle to keep his line of thought now that his cock was rock hard.

    My beer was finished so it was time to get some cock in my mouth. I got up on my knees and moved around between Kips legs.

    I released his cock from the strain of the black lycra of his speedo and it was standing at full mast. We had a long afternoon so I took my time and started by just licking the head of Kip’s cock.

    I’m not sure about you guys but I really love sucking cock. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fair dinkum craving, I’m never smoked or drank that much, I enjoy a coffee of a morning but if I run out I can go weeks and not notice it, but sucking cock…. after not sucking cock for a few months, I will start having dreams of sucking cock. Once it is all lathered up I can suck cock for hours too.

    Back to Kips cock.

    I spent a good 5 minutes or more licking the head of Kips cock and he was enjoying it. This isn’t enough to make him cum and I was enjoying hearing Kips moans. By now I was pretty hard too and since I was on my stomach, on the huge picnic blanket I was grinding my hips against the sand.

    Then, between moans Kip said, “Dave, don’t look up or stop…. but we’ve got company.”

    I guessed that it was the guy that we waved to about half an hour ago although I couldn’t see him out of my peripheral vision as I worked the head of Kips cock.

    By now I thought that the head of Kips penis had enjoyed enough of my attention, I grabbed the shaft of his engorged member, angled it towards his belly button and started working on his balls. I love having my balls played with and both Kip and I are completely shaved which makes sucking balls great. For you guys out there, even if you don’t shave the rest of your pubic hair, SHAVE YOUR BALLS!!! The difference is night and day between sporadic hairy balls and nice smooth balls.

    While sucking Kips balls I still had my right hand gripped on his cock and I didn’t realise it but subconsciously I must have been slowly jerking him off because all of a sudden I hear….

    “Dave, I’m getting really close.”

    “Do you want to cum?”

    “I wanna cuummmmmmmm.”

    Normally I am a swallower, but since I figured we had an audience I wanted Kip to porn star it up and shoot his load and make a mess. I kept my right hand on the base of Kip’s cock and I started intentionally stroking it. I also moved from his nuts up to his shaft with my tongue and licked the backside of his cock. With that single change Kip really started moaning.

    Then Kip’s hips rose off the picnic blanket and he started the spasming that we all know so well.

    Kip had a good load of cum and his first ‘rope’ reached his belly button. He was definitely enjoying it as well with his heavy breathing. By the time Kip’s cock has stopped pulsing there was cum from his belly button down to the waist line of his black speedos, then it was soaking into the black lycra material between the waist band and here I had pulled his cock out of the leg of his speedos. I tucked him back into his now dirty speedo.

    I got up onto my knees after being on my tummy for probably about 15 minutes. I stretched my neck and adjusted the front of my speedos which contained my rock hard cock.

    It was then that I noticed the guy…. he was about 10m away to my right, on his knees and stroking the front of his black speedos.

    “How are you going? Is it your turn?”

    “Great show guys…. but I think it might be your turn Mr. AussieBums.”

    Kip broke into the conversation and said that he was going for a swim to clean up, he’d join us in a minute. I was still on my knees and the guy walked towards me. I reached up and touched the black speedo brand speedo on his hip and he got down on his knees opposite me.

    It was pretty hot, hot of us face to face, me fully erected straining the front of my AussieBum Portsea’s and this stranger who I didn’t even know his name opposite me, fully erect training the front of his black speedos.

    My hand was still on his hip and I was about to go in for a kiss but the strange put his hand on my chest and pushed me gently back. I made myself comfortable right where Kip was 3 minutes earlier and I enjoyed the view – looking down between my legs at the stranger who was just kneeling there enjoying the sight. It felt like ages that he just knelt there looking at the front of my AussieBums. Finally he reached out with the right hand and started rubbing the front of my speedo. His other hand moved to my thigh and he kept rubbing.

    I had been hard now for 10, maybe 15 minutes and I was just busting to cum. I reached down and pulled the drawstring which undid it. Those of you who have worn AussieBum’s they aren’t elastic in the waist so once the drawstring was undone, my cock was released.

    The stranger took the hint and took my cock in his mouth. He wasn’t interested in going slow like I was with Kip and it wasn’t going to take me 15 minutes to cum at this rate. Instead of being on his tummy like I was with Kip, the stranger was on his knees and I could see that the white drawstring on his speedos was undone and his hand was down the front of his speedo pounding away on his own cock.

    As expected, it wasn’t long until I was on the edge. I told the stranger that I was cumming and he backed his mouth off my cock and kept stroking it. My hands were behind my head and it was just at that time that Kip walked back from the surf.

    I exploded!!!

    While my cock was still pulsing, the stranger, who was on his knees between my legs, with a hand down the front of his speedo was getting close himself. Then he threw his head back and moans escaped his mouth and he came. Although I hadn’t seen his cock yet I could see the cum oozing through the black lycra of his speedo.

    Then the stranger got up from his knees and walked back through the dunes the same way he arrived.

    Kip sat on the picnic blanket next to me and I pulled my AussieBums up and tied the drawstring. It was time for me to go for a swim in the surf and clean up.

    When I came back Kip had settled back in with his laptop and had a fresh beer. Of course I told Kip that what just happened, it is normal at Aussie beaches – hahaha. Just between us though, that has never happened to me before although I’ve watched people and had other people watch me but never join in like that.

    Kip and I ended up hanging out for about 3 hours, we went for a few swims, saw like 3 people the entire time just walking past on the on the beach. We did fuck each other before we left, there is something about fucking outdoors that adds just something a little more naughty.


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  • The Weekend Pass

    THREE DAY PASS

    CHAPTER 2

          In Chapter 1, I ,MSGT Dick*, tell the story of a weekend I spent with one of my basic trainees, Airman Ed Richardson*. During training we discovered that we both liked guys and found several occasions when we could get to know each other better. In the early mornings before I rousted  out the rest of the troops, in my room, just passing in the hallway,

    ETC. We took ever chance we got to hug, kiss, fondle each other, even finger a bit. Ed spent that Week End Pass with me at my apartment, and Chapters 1 describes our first hot fuck, I topped. This story is about Ed topping me, enjoy. 

          Once we had recovered from out fist fuck, we cleaned up and had a late lunch. I micro-waved some hot dogs, we had some potato chips and a potato salad I’d picked up and the local deli and a couple of beers. Yes we were still nude, hanging loose most of the time, except after a little “Grab Ass” from time to time while I was getting things ready.

          In the living room after lunch, we reviewed my latest collection of gay Videos. The one we settled on was about Four Beautiful Muscled studs, great Butts, and Big Dicks, all uncut (what else). We sat together on the couch, each with another beer, and a tube of a new ‘hot’ lube** handy,  to watch the movie. These guys did it all and took turns giving each other a “Sandwich”***, we only saw the first one get his–but finished it later.

         

          Setting next to each other on the couch, I had my left arm on Ed’s shoulder, fondling and playing with his left peck and nipple, while Ed’s right hand started out rubbing my thigh, which didn’t last too long before he turned his attention to my raising cock. A second or so later, I turned, leaned down and started giving him a big french kiss. while sliding my right hand slowly up his thigh and and grabbed hold his junk.

          This all of course led to more kissing and tongue fighting which graduated to slow stroking each other by now fully hard and pre-cum dripping cocks. I was the first to push his legs apart, and started rubbing his cock root. Right away Ed slid down, spread his legs giving me access to his cock root, butt crack and ass-lipsl, I spread my legs, slid down as well, and Ed got the message, raising my excitement as he began returning the favor and rubbing my cock root, crack and finally finally my ass-lips.  After only about five minutes of this, I stood up, pulled him up to his feet and beat a retreat to the bed. 

          I laid over on the bed and Ed crawled on top in a 69, and we began tasting each others by cum leading cocks. I grabbed his cock pushing his foreskin down,  then pulling it back up over my tongue that I had pressed against the edge of his cock head giving his that very sensitive part of his cock a good tongue tickling, running it round and round. Knowing how this had turned him on before and all most right away he had tried to push me off his cock I got a good grip on his waist, and was prepared to keep it up until I had gotten him off and balls drained.

          While he was giving my cock a good sucking when I had started, he fought back until he managed to brake free and roll off, me. Setting up he said. “DAMN IT SARGE!!”,” I don’t want no fuck’n blow job!! Its my turn to fuck that fine ass of yours and you know it”!!  Laughing I said, “I know just wanted to see what you would do”. 

          Ed, reached over saying “is this the hot lube you were telling me about”? “Yes,” I answered, “Remember what I want you to do”? Laughing he said, “Just get up on all fours, before I loose all control and just rape your hot ass”! 

        I assumed the position and Ed moved up behind me, told me to spread my cheeks and he squirted a worm of lube along down my crack.  At first I didn’t feel much and then he started rubbing it up and down and my ass-lips really came alive not only to the rubbing, which I always enjoy, but to the heat I was feeling. (about like the feel of ‘Ben Gay” on an aching joint). 

         Next he began finger fucking it in to me and reaching down rubbing it all over my balls, and jacking my cock with it. The next thing I knew. he had puled back my foreskin and was rubbing it roughly into my sensitive cock head. Man in just three or four strokes, I backed up abruptly, catching him off guard, and freeing my cock. If I hadn’t done so, I know damn well I’d have shot my lode, right then. 

          “Like that did you”? Laughing at my surprise, and his too, he told me later when I used it on him.

          Setting back on his haunches, he squirted a large amount of that hot lube into both hands. Then grabbing his balls in one hand and his cock in the other he began rubbing it into his balls and and into his cock. “DAMN SARGE, this has got to be one of the most erotic things ever, no wonder you almost shot your wad”!!

             Moving up to me, he rubbed his cock up and down my crack, down against my balls and up and down again. Then I felt the pressure of his cock head against my ass-lips for just a second and when it popped just inside my hole, barely tweaking me. I was ready and immediately squeezed down hard a couple of times, capturing him with my ass ring muscle. 

         He then proceed to do like I did him, shoving in,  pausing for a second or so, and pulling out, several times. That helmet cock head giving my hole a good workout, as I  humped a bit, milking it, and he said, “Sarg this has got to be the best way to start a fuck”. I just grunted and kept on squeezing.  Right about then he lay down on my back, grabbed my cock so I could fuck his fist and began, fucking his cock in two inches or so and backing out one. In two more and back out one The whole time I’m milking his cock up and down every inch or so as I fucked his fist. This is a great long slow part of a fuck.

         Then he reached bottom, I felt his bush rubbing against my butt cheeks when he began to speed up. “STOP!”, “STOP!”, I yelled, “Damn it, I want to feel your fucking cock deep in my ass, for a while just humping in and out an inch or so like I did you, that really turns me on”! Ed replied, ” Sarge,  I’m real sorry, I forgot, just how good that was for me, and the way your milking my cock, made me just wanted to suddenly long stroke”. 

         We both enjoyed this for a while, not as long as I would have liked, when he did slowly begin to long stroke. I didn’t say any thing, I guess because I was ready too.  Both of us began to feel the slow beginning of that fantastic tickling at the base of our cocks. Each stroke after that was just a little bit faster than the last..  

          It wasn’t very long before he was really banging my ass again and I loved it fucking his fist just as fast. Like every good fuck, we reached that stage where you bloody well knew with the very next thrust of your cock, you were going to start busting your nut. Frustrating as usual it just would not happen. 

         Things really became frantic then, but it still took about four more strokes before it began. That super fantastic, indescribable tickling gushing along the full length of our cocks to suddenly burst out of our cock heads. Ed’s deep in my well fucked ass, and mine all over the sheets underneath me. Not that we even thought about stopping but just kept on enjoying the final pleasure of a great fuck.

             Some time later, Ed slowed down and soon stop, his still very hard cock deep in my ass. We lay telling each other how great it was, Ed saying things like he might just leave it there all night and me answering its OK with me, ETC, ETC. While this is going on Ed’s still just slightly humping deep inside me and I’m squeezing back with each hump.

     In Chapter 3 we did a bit of experimenting and at about noon I called one of my regular Fuck Buddies, Howard and we had a great 3-way.  I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I and yes had to get it off a couple of times.

    Take Care, and Keep Your Peckers Up!!

    MSGTDICK

    *(  I am MSGT Richards  and am a Tactical Instructor at Lackland AFB, at San Antonio, Texas.  I am 6″, 190 Lbs,  48″ 38″ chest,  brown eyes, brown curly hair, 18″ biceps, 31″ waist. I don’t have any hair on my chest, but have a  small “Happy Trail” beginning at my belly button that runs  down to my bush. Very  lightly furred butt cheeks , and a fine line of hair on each side of my crack. I keep my self in good shape and am especially proud of my fine  8″ cock w/foreskin, large veins  and a mushroom shaped cock head).

        *(Out of almost every class I have  a favorite, or two and in this one is was Airman Ed Richards. Here is  his description.  5′ 11″ tall,  165, lbs. He has reddish/blonde curly hair, dark blue eyes, very well defined, with 16″ biceps, a 36″ chest and  29″ waist, and obviously he works out  ED also has a reddish/blond curly happy trail , bush, curly hair on his balls, but none on his  fine round muscled butt cheeks, and finally just line of hair each side of his crack. His cock is a good 7.5″ w/foreskin, a helmet shaped cock head that always peeks out but pops out when he its fully hard, smooth and fat).

         **(Hot Lube is something new that I had picked up a few days before at the Book Store and its good for a number of things besides lubing up your cock and his ass–I describe this in this chapter).

    *** (Sandwich. The 1st guy is on all fours, a second guy mounts him and jacks him off, a 3rd guy mounts the 2nd, and the 4th guy feeds the 2nd his cock. That 2nd guy has it best, jacking a guys cock and fucking his hot ass, with a guy fucking him, and nursing on the last guys big cock).


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  • The long haul

    After high school graduation, i wasn’t sure what i wanted to do with my life.  I hung around with my closest bud during the summer and was caught off guard when he suggested that we join  the military.  We visited the different recuiters and eventually decided on the Marines, and went to basic training together, before being seperated to attend advanced training.  Clay went into communications while my tests showed that i was more suited for transportation.

    I was trained to drive the big 18-wheelers transporting artillery to the front lines.  I foundthe job interesting and also dangerous when i delivered equipment to squadrons engaged in live action.

    As my tour ended, i heard from  Clay and we met up in Washington, where he was stationed. Wheni called him to let him know i was in town, he gave me his address and said the door would be unlocked and to just come on in.  I looked forward to seeing Clay and downing a few beers. 

    I arrived at his apartment and like he said, the door was unlocked.  Without knocking, I just walked in as he and i had done at each others house back in high school. However,what I saw  was totally unexpected.

    There sat Clay on the sofa nude from the waist down,and another guy on his knees sucking  Clay’s cock.  

    “What the fuck!” i exclaimed.  “Are you gay?”

    “Fuck no, buddy,”he replied, quickly adding, “I just let him blow me when my  girlfriend is out of town.”

    Clay climaxed about that time and as the attractive man stood up he smile dad asked, “Are you next?””

    “Fuck no,”I replied.  “I  don’t swing that way.”

    After the guy left, Clay explained that his girlfriend was a flight attendent for a major airline and when she as out of town he let the guy blow him instead of cheating with another woman.”

    I tried to explin that it was still  cheating, and not telling him that it did appear that he was totally enjoying it and  that i was curious as to how it felt.

    We didn’t see much of each other after that but i wondered if he was still getting his cock sucked.  From time to time, i pictured him getting sucked but never decided to try it.

    I spent eight years in the Marines and decided i didn’t want to push my luck any further and got out, returning home where i wasn’t dodging bullets.

    I didn’t know what i wanted to do, but i knew that i didn’t want to be shut upin an office all day.  I Knew how to do just one thing very well…. drive a truck.  I began cheking with the different trucking companies in town, filling out applications.

    After about a week and a half, i got a call foran interview.  I went to  the interview and was told that they were interested in me because i was single.  The interviewer explained that i would seldom be home,and that the company would finance a custom made cab for my rig.  I would own the tractor and  have payments deducted from my pay.  i was also told that since i would beiving on the road, my pay would be higher that the regular pay.  I was asked if i was interested.  I immediately said yes.

    I was taken out to their training lot and put in a rig and given a test which i passed with flying colors.  The next day i went down and took my CDL test and got my  license.  When i reported  for my  first day of employment, i had a mountain of papers to sign.  There were insurance forms, releases, and most importantly, since i would own the rig, it was made clear that if i had a passeger,other than another company employee,and there was an accident, I would personally be responsible for that persons medical bills.

    It was explained to me that i would pick up a load hich might beging to different locations, and once delivered, i wasto call in and see where i was to go to, to pick up an other load. They said nearly all my loads would have split destinations.

    When i made my first stop,i was asked if i had a lumper.  I asked what they were taking about and was told that it was a person to help me unload the deivery.  i said no and was told that they had guys hanging  around that  would help but i would have to pay them.  I chose to do  it myself. After that, i always hired a lumper.

    Life on the road was usually lonesome and i met lots of other drivers on the CB, and at truck stops. And since i owned  my own rig, if i sawa hitchhiker that looked clean and trustworthy, i would give him a ride.

    On a few occasions, the rider would make comments about how they wished they could thank me for the ride. i thought i knew what they meant and a few actually offered to suck my cock or let me fuck them in the ass.  As curious and tempted as i was,  i declined.

    Then, as i neared Houston, I saw a young man walking across an overpass with a huge duffle bag on his shoulder.  I wondered if he might need a ride but there was no way i could stop and wait.  A short while later,it began to rain.  Looking like it might be getting rough, i pulled into a truck stop to wait it out.

    I took a table by the  window and moments later, i saw a rig pullin  and  when he parked, i saw the same young man hop out of the passenger side and head indoors.  Then i  saw the driver do the same.

    When the driver entered the restaurant, i signalled him to come over.  After introducing myself, I exlained that i had seen the kid on the overpass and wondered ifhe needed a ride.

    The other driver said that he didn’t usually pickup riders butwith the weather like it was,he had to stop.

    “The kid has something bothering him,”he  said.  “He was awfully quiet.  When i  asked him where he was headed,he just said ‘Anywhere’.   I deliver here so i had to stop and drop  him off.”

    We had coffee and wished each other a safe trip and as i headed toward the door,the kid was sitting on his bag watching the rain.  It was now a slow drizzleso i asked, “You needing a ride?”

    “Yes, sir, i sure do.”

    “I’m headed west, is that okay with you?”

    “Perfect,”he replied.

    We got in the rig and as we  headed out,he said “Fuck, man, this thing is huge.”

    In the sleeper compartment was a queenbed, desk, chemical toilet, fridge, microwave, closet, and small sink along with a TV with satellite, with DVD player.

    “Well,”I began, “since i live here in the truck,i want it comfortable.  I’m Mark Rivers.”

    “I’m Chad.  Chad Baker.”

    “Where are you headed?” i asked.

    “Anywhere.  Nowhere.” was his response.

    “Well, Chad,” I began,”that’s not really an answer.  I just need to know if it is on my way.”

    “I’m sorry, Mark.  I’ve just got alot on my mind.”

    “How old are you, Chad?

    “Eighteen,” he replied

    “So, just what could be so heavy on your young mind?”

    “Well, i’m now homeless.”

    “May i ask why your are homeless?”

    “My dad kicked me out.  Told me that he never wanted to see me again and that i was a disgrace.”

    “What?” Isaid,shocked.  “What would make him say that?”

    “He found out that i’m gay,” he replied.

    TO BE CONTINUED………………….


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  • Lunch Time Surprise

    I came home after a hard day’s work. Once I got inside the house, I took off my coat and hat and hung them in the foyer closet. As I was stripping off my tie, I heard someone upstairs so I said, “Hi Honey, I’m home. How was your day?” 

    Loose tie still around my neck, I headed upstairs. I found Barbara lying on the love seat in her dressing room completely nude. When she saw me she said, “Eat my pussy and I’ll tell you about my day.” Chuckling she added, “I’ve been a naughty girl.”

    As I knelt by the love seat she purred, “Eat me. Lick me, I need to cum again.”   

    I wasted no time pulling Barbara’s ass right to the very edge of the love seat and spread her velvety alabaster thighs. I paused, gazing upon the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen. The wetness of her arousal glistened upon her clean shaven lips. They were opening, expanding and contracting just a little as her panting breath lifted and dropped her tight stomach and abdomen. 

    A low, beast-like growl emanated from deep down in my throat and he felt her shudder a little in expectation as I raised her with my hands and took her softly into my mouth and started licking her puffy lipped well used pussy. She gave a strangled, triumphant sob and her legs went around my neck.
     
    I was surprised by the acrid peppery taste that told me she was already loaded with someone else’s cum.

    As I licked, Barbara started telling me about her adventure. 

    She said, “There I was trying to get a table for lunch, but the steakhouse was full. So I had to sit at the bar. As I waited for the bartender, I started making small talk with the couple, Linda and Brandon sitting next to me. And the discussion eventually turned to sex. There was talk about all kinds of different kinky positions and combinations.

    Barbara paused long enough to spread her legs a little wider and purr, “Ohmigod yesss. Lick right there.”  
     
    Then she went on, “A couple of glasses of wine later, I heard one of them say that they were here in town because they rent a room in the hotel about once a month to host an orgy.” 

    She went on to said, “That made my pussy start to get wet.”

    “As it happened,” Barbara said, “I needed to visit the little girl’s room.”

    Linda, the wife said, “I needed to powder my nose too,” so Barbara asked her husband Brandon to watch her seat and both ladies headed to the restroom together.

    Once in the restroom, the wife Linda followed Barbara me into the stall. “I guess because I was a little bit tipsy,” Barbara said, “I didn’t object. I let her.” 

    Reaching under my dress, Barbara pulled her panties down. Then when she sat down to pee, Linda looked down at the little wisp of blue lace around her ankles and said, “You should just take your panties off, you won’t be needing them.” 

    Then she boldly reached down and pulled them on down Barbara’s ankles and off. 

    Barbara said, “My pussy quivered when she raised them to her nose and inhaled their aroma.”

    Then with her hand on the back of Barbara’s head, Linda started kissing her.  Linda’s warm mouth devoured hers. Her supple tongue flicked Barbara’s lightly bit on her lower lip. Her hands went straight for her breasts, kneading them through her blouse. The attention made her nipples pointy and her pussy felt so wet and tingly.   

    Linda pinched her nipple through her blouse causing Barbara let out a little moan, “Uuuuuuuuuum.” 

    And then very surprisingly Linda asked, “Would you be interested in going upstairs with us later?” She added, “It’ll be worth your while.” 

    Barbara said, “We should have a little foreplay down here first to get into the mood.”

    As Barbara finished up Linda put her panties in her purse.

    When they came out of the stall together, an attractive lady that had apparently heard them was staring. Undaunted Linda stepped up to the lady and boldly looked her in the eyes. Then with her hand on the back of the ladies head, Linda pulled her head forward and her warm mouth devoured lady’s. Her other hands went straight for the lady’s breasts. As Barbara watched Linda kneaded them through her thin blouse, her pussy got even wetter. 

    Breaking the kiss, Linda turned and together they made their way back to the bar. 

    Now commando under her short skirt, Barbara decided to sit on the stool next to her new friend. When she sat down, the wife Linda, still standing nibbled on her husband Brandon’s ear and whispered to him, “She’ll play with us.” 

    Suddenly the lady from the restroom appeared and slipped Linda a business card. The leaning close to Linda’s ear whispered, “Call me.”

    Then as we watched her make her way across the bar back to her table and her friends, Brandon put his hand on Barbara thigh. She blushed but didn’t do anything to stop him. 

    Barbara said, “Then the wife, Linda moved to the stand behind me and her husband.” 

    Hidden by the dim light Brandon kept working his hand higher up Barbara’s leg as the discussion around the bar went on. 

    From somewhere Brandon produced a deck of cards and started deal out hands.

    The wife Linda sensually rubbed Barbara’s back. The touch of her nimble fingers sent chills up and down Barbara’s spine.

    Barbara said that after she’d won big with a full house Brandon said, “Congratulations,” and reached over and kissed her on the lips then nuzzles her neck, and his hot breath made her pussy even wetter than before.  

    Barbara said, “I couldn’t believe this was happening.” 

    The husband Brandon’s fingers eventually worked their way up to her crotch and she opened her legs to accommodate his fingers better access. 

    Linda had been lightly kissing the back of Barbara’s neck and rubbing her shoulders, making her intentions quite clear. 

    Meanwhile, Barbara felt Brandon’s fingers toying with her shaved pussy for a short time before he worked first one then three fingers between her delicate pink lips and into your pussy. Barbara said that the thrill of having a strange fingers parting her swollen lips in a public place just about made her cum right then and there. 

    Brandon pulled his fingers out, tasted them and then offered them to his wife Linda and she murmured enthusiastically, “um, I can hardly wait for more.”   

    Barbara said that she couldn’t resist. So she decided to reach over and feel Brandon’s package under the cover of the bar. Discretely she reached out and felt the growing bulge in his pants. He pushed his suit jacket out of the way, as she unbuckled his belt and then sliding his zipper slowly down. Reaching through his fly and inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. It felt huge in her hand, thick and long, pulsing with blood. 

    Pulling her hand back up, out. Barbara motioned to the bartender for another drink.

    Finishing another glass of wine, the three of them continued to make small talk while there was foreplay going on under the bar. If the bartender and waitresses noticed, they had the professionalism not to comment. 

    Barbara asked her new friends, “Are you ready for a break, because I certainly am.”
     
    That’s when the three of them went arm in arm up to their hotel room for some fun and games.”

    So there Barbara was sitting on my face. And with me alternating between licking and nibbling her clit and driving my tongue deep into her pussy, when the doorbell rang. 

    Barbara squealed, “That must be them now. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”    

    She jumped up completely nude and ran to answer the door. I felt a tightness in my throat as I admired her nakedness. I couldn’t help noticing how her tight little ass jiggle slight and swaying provocatively as she hurried as she crossed the room. It pleased me that she was comfortable with her body without any trace of embarrassment. 

    Barbara’s naval formed a tiny hollow in her flat stomach. Her body had the contoured, supple tone of an athlete. I was reminded of the sensuous way in ancient Greece the sculptures portrayed nude women.

    “I hope that’s them,” my naked goddess giggled as she rushed to answer the door.  

    It was them but that’s another story. All I can say is up to then my exposure to other guy’s cum had been licking it out of Barbara’s pussy. But a secession with Linda and Brandon changed that.


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  • Sons best friend

    Chapter 1: First contact

    My son’s best mate Trent had always been the kind of lad who had been relaxed with nudity, maybe it is a generational thing, but whatever it is he is just comfortable with his body, certainly more than I recall being at his age. He is 6ft 1 slender build naturally smooth and rather cute too, a nice bit of eye candy that I enjoy seeing around the house and certainly not the type of guy I go for. Usually I am more into blokes my age with a stocky hairy build.

    Anyway I had always figured it was a look and don’t touch kind of arrangement, he knows I am bi, well actually more gay these days, but he has never had an issue with that and it has never made him feel the need to cover up or be embarrassed.

    Not that long ago on a Saturday morning my son had gone out early for soccer practice leaving me and Trent alone in the house. I was already up and stood in the kitchen with my fresh brewed morning coffee wearing just my plain white Y fronts looking out the window into the garden. Troy walked in moments later without so much as a stitch, looking recently shaved around his groin and sporting a large lazy lob on that was standing out in a prominent fashion.

    I offered him coffee and stole a few glances, as you do when it is all on display and looking rather plump and full, semi engorged as it swayed from side to side, the tight foreskin not quiet covering the darker coloured helmet making a small porthole opening which offers up a tantalising glimpse of his piss slit beneath, his smooth walnut sized balls hanging low in their silky smooth sack.

    Truth is I have seen it all before, numerous times, but still I can’t help but take a further sneaky look at his impressive sized equipment. Maybe I have always been a little more fascinated than I should be with my son’s best mate, and a little curious about his overly relaxed attitude. I can’t help but wonder if he has purposefully fluffed himself before entering the kitchen, wanting me to witness his semi aroused state, to show off his striking asset at half mast.

    As the thought filled my mind I felt a twitch beneath my underwear, the beginnings of my own growth in reaction to the glorious youthful site that was before me. We stood facing each other and I pondered on turning away to hide my growing predicament, but then decided to stand it out and see how things progressed, curious as to how he would react once he realised I was getting turned on by his display.

    My twitches gave way to strong pulsations and rapid throbs as the thin fabric of my underwear began to strain and tent, tugging against my arousal as it threatened to burst free of the cotton clad enclosure and catching his eye.

    I felt a saturated damp patch from my already drizzling pre cum and was in no doubt it was visible, a clear sticky fluid of honey like consistency filtering through the fabric and glistening as it dripped free.

    Trent’s cock began to rise like a draw bridge, extending out as the shaft became rigid and the purple veins along his ever so straight length stood pronounced, the foreskin pulled tight against the swelling crimson gland and slowly retracted under the pressure.

    He stood looking all casual as he held his coffee cup, not once acknowledging the fact that he had a full on erection as he sipped his coffee and looked me in the eyes, engaging in the most mundane of conversations in less than mundane circumstances.

    I adjusted my aching cock through my underpants as the tightness of my Y fronts began to cause discomfort making me visibly grimace a little, my gaze still admiring the disproportionate sized thick schlong on such a lean built lad.

    “You would be better off without them” Trent commented mid conversation

    “What?” I asked before I looked into his eyes and then back down “Oh my underwear you mean, yeah probably” I responded as I saw a lengthy dew drop suspended on a silken thread hanging down from where the tip of my cock head pressed. He has seen me naked before so I am not sure why I ever bother wearing anything around him anymore, maybe more out of habit than anything, just instinctive to slip on something when I get out of bed in the mornings I suppose.

    I wondered what would happen if I take the opportunity to take them off while fully erect, whilst where both fully boned. Would a natural primal urge to get our rocks off take over?

    With my underwear quickly pulled down my cock popped up like it was spring loaded and I can’t help but smile at Trent’s reaction. I tell you now my cock had not felt that rock hard for ages.

    “That is better” I said still grinning as I felt my cock jump with joy at being liberated and free

    “Fuck you really are hard” Trent commented with an amazed on his face look that made my cock throb again as a fresh stream of pre cum was released.

    I grasped my cock and admired it, aware that he was still watching as I gave it a slow gentle stroke and squeeze

    “Looking pretty hard yourself” I stated as I stepped towards him a little, feeling anxious and uneasy but being driven by my stiff prick. Guess we have all been there right, when the balls are full the brains are empty.

    We stood for what felt like a while just admiring each other, both stood handling and groping ourselves, slowly daring to edge closer together, our hand motions becoming more rhythmic and synchronised until we was both stood openly wanking our erections.

    Fuck it felt so good wanking off in front of him and I would be lying to you if I said I had never thought about doing it before. I could tell by his facial expression and the occasional breathless whimper that he was enjoying the moment of male bonding too, making circling motions over the shiny glistening head of his exposed swollen gland with his thumb and finger. His cock is certainly longer and fatter than my own but I had been aware of that for a while.

    The conversation had stopped, it was only our breathing and groans that broke the silence as we continued, and when he dropped his hand away and tensed his pelvic muscles to make his cock bounce I took the opportunity to reach out my hand. He did not back away, he just let out a long gasp as his knees buckled and my hand wrapped around his thick pulsating shaft.

    “Feel OK?” I asked needing to verify that I had not over stepped our boundaries

    “Yeah” he whimpered in response, his eyes closed as he allowed me to begin to stroke his rigid length, his hands moving behind his back in what can only be construed as a submissive pose.

    My hand slowly motioned up and down, the copious amounts of pre cum lubricating the way and filling the air with a distinct musky odour. I don’t recall ever seeing a bloke ooze so much pre cum and thought I dribbled a lot, I swear he was producing it in a vast quantity. That is when the idea crossed my mind, the thought of his slimy emission sliding over my own manhood, our pre cum blending. I faced him and edged closer still until our stiff meat rods touched and our generous amount of juices turned into a fragrant froth as I stroked our members together, it was like beating an egg white into stiff peaks as it covered my palm and our erect pricks.

    I continued squeezing and stroking our cocks together, our juices flowed and blended as we both throbbed and groaned with pleasure, our bodies quivering and shook until… His face suggested he was already closer than he would like to be, and certainly closer than I was. The over excitement at our actions more than he could tolerate, his eyes opened wide as did his mouth as he took a deep intake of air and then held his breath, his body shuddered and convulsed as I continued, my hand picked up pace as I looked at the expression on his face.

    I knew I was not even close but could see Trent was going to spunk his load at any moment. He was unable to control it, the shallow panting, the shaking, and the stuttering as he pleaded me not to stop.
    “I am going to cum” he cried several times, his words broken as he pleaded and begged.

    I was only happy to oblige as I continued to speed up the strokes, keen to milk him and witness his eruption. I was not disappointed by the gush of thick white spunk that come shooting out with force, spraying up over my hairy chest and stomach as I continued to rub our cocks together. His groans were loud as further amounts were pumped out causing his whole body to quiver.

    My motion slowed and my grip loosened until I let go completely, tempted to lick my hand free of his fresh salty load but then not doing so as I just looked at the glow upon his face. Then he did something I had not envisaged, he dropped to his knees and took my length eagerly in my mouth.

    Within just a few moments I felt him coaxing my seed with his enthusiastic suction, I warned him I was getting close. My warning only seemed to encourage him as his mouth moved faster up and down my rigid shaft until my own load spewed out deep into his gullet.

    Chapter 2: Restrained and drained 

    There are times when I think about telling my son that I am having a fling with his best friend of so many years. Then there are times when I suspect he already knows. Like the times early in the morning when Trent has stayed over the night before and has just finished blowing me in the living room, my fresh batch of thick man batter still coating the back of his throat as I bask in the afterglow of post ejaculation.

    It is risky engaging in those morning rendezvous when my son is still in the house I know, and yet it adds to the thrill and excitement of the moment, the thought of getting caught. That said I bet the reality would be far from exciting, catching his friend sucking off his old man.

    I do wonder though how he would respond to the revelation if I did decide to come clean. We are after all consenting adults. Besides I know when they were younger they fooled around a little, the usual youthful exploration, comparing their penises and mutual masturbation, I am sure you know the kind of stuff I mean.

    Trent arrived at the house mid afternoon while my son was getting ready to go out. His fitted jeans indicated that he was wearing the wide chrome cock ring I had previously given him as a reminder of our sessions. It fitted tight and snug around the base of his cock and balls making his equipment push forward against the denim and offer up a clear silhouette.

    Whilst my son is brushing his teeth in the bathroom I take the opportunity to grope Trent’s package, rubbing my palm over his bulge and following the outline of the goods beneath before undoing his zipper. I slide my hand within and feel that the bugger is already rock hard and moist, no doubt aroused before he had even arrived at the house with anticipation of the scene ahead.

    I fondle and feel his bare pole, his hands already placed behind his back allowing me unrestricted access. I lean forward and whisper in his ear “Just you bloody wait” as I pull his cock free and stroke gently, retracting his foreskin slowly as he dribbles pre cum that sticks to my palm in a web like structure.

    I hear my son moving around upstairs, some of the floorboards creaking and sounds of the doors opening and closing, unaware of what is happening beneath his feet as he continues to get ready, his mate already breathlessly groaning as I squeeze his shaft and rotate my finger over his frenulum.

    Trent loves this daring game, the surrendering to my roaming hands and the feeling of exhibitionism. I have already performed this act in various places including whilst driving, pulling out his cock as he sits in the passenger seat beside me and tossing him off until he spills his load. But today I am not planning on allowing that instant rewarding release…

    With my son finally out of the house and alone with Trent he is soon naked in the living room bent over the back of the leather couch, his wrists restrained with rope behind his back as I pull firmly downwards on his stiff erect cock with alternating hands between his spread legs, just like I am trying to milk a cow.

    Because Trent had been so aroused from the moment of arriving a lattice work of sticky syrup like fluid already clings between his smooth trembling thighs, translucent threads anchored to his skin and bridging the space between his legs. My well oiled palms pull down one after the other, teetering on the sadistic as I build up slowly and within the first ten minutes allow him to feel the surge of the first orgasm, but not allowing him to follow through to the actual ejaculation as my hands pull away at the last moment leaving his member dancing away and throbbing uncontrollably.

    I am pretty sure this is alien to him, usually his modus operates would have been to have shot his wad and be done in the first ten to fifteen minutes tops. Never prolonging the sensation, instead just a quick dash to the finish line, something I recall from my own impatient youth until I was taught by older more experienced hands in a not to dissimilar fashion. Restrained naked and bound tightly, having no means to control when I shot my load, the power taken away and in someone else’s hands leaving me feeling so amazingly aroused and turned on.

    I hear it in Trent’s groans and urgent whimpers, that same feeling of being helpless and unable to ejaculate when he wants. The intense arousal that verges on being excruciating, the ever so fine line between pleasure and discomfort.

    My hands begin to stroke again before I change my technique, rubbing the palms of my hands to and throw with his throbbing cock sandwiched firmly between. Like a scout master trying to start a fire with sticks I rub quickly, the friction building and the oil that coats my hands heating up to provide a sensual warmth igniting his inner flame.

    He bucks hard against the back of the sofa as he whimpers pathetically, gasping and puffing, his breathing becoming erratic. I bet he can hardly believe the intensity of pleasure he feels right now, the erotic bliss from being worked so proficiently, a skill that comes with age and practice and not being in a rush to shoot that load.

    It is about another fifteen minutes later of stopping and starting when I can feel that he is close again. I allow the sensation to build, increasing and making him dare to believe that this will be the moment that I allow him to ejaculate, the final crescendo. I pull my hands away and tug down on his balls, the one means at my disposal to help prevent him shooting that precious load before I want him too.

    His whole body jolts and shakes as he mutters under his breath “bastard”
    “Not yet” I say in a calm voice as I smile at my seemingly cruel actions. But I know the reward will be great when I finally grant permission, but for now he will have to wait as my attentions are drawn to other matters, the firm rounded arse cheeks before me as I remain crouched behind him.

    Trent begins to whimper and whine like a bitch on heat as I spread his arse cheeks. I sniff and snout around between them, my nose pressed against his crack as I inhale his musk. A slight dampness clings to the trail of light blonde hair and my tongue darts out to lap it up like nectar.

     It is a fragrance I am familiar with, one that I had savoured previously on his discarded underwear, bringing about my solo gratification as I had pictured him naked and inhaled the intimate scent that was impregnated into every fibre. I am sure some of you will turn your nose up at such an activity (no pun intended), but it is a fetish that is common place amongst straight and gay men alike. A friend of mine when we was drunk and a little stoned admitted to sniffing his stepdad’s briefs in his youth on a regular basis.

    So as I continue to explore his crack I suspect the tightly clamped ring that puts up resistance to my probing tongue piercing his hole has not seen much traffic in the opposite direction, maybe a curious soapy finger in the bath now and again but nothing more. Yet I feel him pushing back, welcoming the sensation of a hungry wet mouth at his sphincter, urging me to pass the barrier of muscle and break his seal.

    Fuck I know he wants it bad. Every gasp tells me he is receptive to my advancement, and yet I want to make him work for it, beg for it. I want the fucker in an uncontrollable frenzy and gagging for penetration in that tight little hole.

    With his cock still pulled down between his thighs my left hand grasps the base of his shaft and remains static as my right fist clasps his slippery engorged cock head and rotates from side to side, twisting in a motion as you would if squeezing a lemon of its juice. My face remains wedged in his butt as I slurp and lick his hole, feeling it quiver as his ring of muscle begins to relax and surrender to my persistence and persuasion.

    A deep groan of approval signals my eventual entry and soon he is panting like an excited puppy as my tongue delves deeper.

    Whilst it feels like just minutes have passed I suspect it is closer to an hour or more and I am aware of our time constraints. I begin to stroke down the length of his shaft, pulling my hand down and off the tip before quickly replacing it back at the base and repeating.

    I pull my face away and admire his butt hole that is sodden with my saliva. Whilst I continue stroking down with my right hand I place the index finger of my left hand at his moist entrance, making small circles with my fingertip around the soft puckered flesh that twitches in response.

    Fuck if I had another hour I would be splitting the bugger open and sliding my length in, damn I would enjoy getting my end away with him restrained and facing a full length mirror, seeing his facial expressions as he feels my knob fill his cavity.

    Trent is close again and this time more verbal in his need to ejaculate
    “Please may I cum?”

    His tone is urgent and I am sure he is half expecting me to get him to the edge yet again and stop.
    “Please, I want to cum for you”

    I begin to stroke up and down his shaft in a quick fluid fashion, feeling his moist hole continue to twitch, beckoning my index finger to slip inside.

    “Oh fucking hell!” he groans loudly, his thick prick pulsating rapidly as my finger is inserted fully.

    I feel the tight clamping of his sphincter around my finger as I stroke him, the warm soft velvet like pouch that clasps my finger ever tighter the closer he gets to ejaculating. I stop stroking his cock and rotate my finger and hook it in search of that walnut sized object that will guarantee his instant release of juice. I locate it and gently rub and massage it and within moments his loud howls tell me he is going to cum with all his might.

    A thick geyser of white seed erupts with force, load after load as he shakes and shudders, his hole clamping with force as I remain in contact with his prostate. His whimpers give ways to cries and I slowly and gently pull my finger free of his anal embrace and watch as his body collapses. Panting gasping and breathing heavy as I release his binds and help him to stand before wrapping my arms around him in a secure embrace, “good boy” I whisper in his ear as he holds me tight in response, his eyes filled with tears of intense pleasure.


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  • Danger House

    The rain’s been pelting my wind shield for an hour when I finally pull up to his suburban street. I almost drive right past him under the streetlights. The tall asian twenty-something huddles in his black wind breaker beside the stop sign. I wave. He gets in my car.

    “Hey.” he says.

    “Hey,” I tell him. Grindr in real life.

    I have no inkling where I am. Earlier in the day I installed FakeGps on my phone, so I could set this up in the afternoon. Luckily, this guy was free at the time I would be passing through. He couldn’t host, but he knew a place we could go. It sounded sketchy and dangerous. 

    I agreed immediately.

    He directs me down the slick streets through the night. My wind shield wipers give way to the downpour, and I can’t even make out the lane markings on the dark country roads. We get to an intersection blocked by an orange detour sign.

    “It’s back there. Just keep going. There’s no other houses or anyone around for miles.”

    “Okay…” I drive the car on the shoulder and around the sign. Gravel crackles under my tires. After about a kilometre, I slow down. The street ends and we can go no further. I see a construction trailer on the side of the road. It’s set up in the driveway of a small brick house. I pull into the small space left beside the trailer. As I turn off the car, my car door swings shut. He’s already gone.

    I grab my phone, lock up, and chase him through the pouring rain. I can barely make out the path in the darkness.

    He’s waiting at the top of the porch. He kicks the door and it flings open, loudly bouncing against the door jamb. It’s pitch black and with a step he disappears inside. I take a deep breath and follow, eager to get out of the rain.

    His phone lights up the place, casting long shadows. I’m in the X-Files. The house has been stripped of all life. The only thing left are the ghostly silk curtains, forgotten and mournfully swaying over the hardwood floor in the living room.

    “This whole place is going to be torn down soon,” he explains.

    “Um, aren’t there usually hobos sleeping in these places?”

    “My friend moved out a couple weeks ago. I don’t think anyone has found it yet. Watch your step.”

    We descend the damp, carpeted steps into the basement, and shards of plaster crunch under my wet shoes. I look up. The ceiling has been bashed in and bare electrical wires dangle an inch from my face.

    We turn the corner into a large room with the remains of a fireplace. This was once a cosy den. Years ago, some child must have waited here with excitement for Santa, baiting him with milk and cookies by the crackling fire. Today, the floor is covered in detritus and bits of drywall. A small roach meanders along a huge crack in the wall.

    He puts his phone on the baseboard, carefully pointing it away from the window. The tiny LED fills the room with creepy shadows. Without pausing, he unbuckles and strips off his pants and underwear.

    He lays back on the floor, naked from the waist down, puts his hands behind his head and looks at me expectantly. His flaccid brown penis flops down over his large nut-sack. They’ve been shaved smooth for me.

    “I’ll start slow,” I tell him.

    “Sure. We’ve got lots of time.”

    I lay on my belly, resting my arms on the carpet between his legs. I lick his balls and taste nothing. He’s had plenty of time to shower. I take his dick in my mouth and slowly suck. I let go, and we watch it grow hard.

    My own boner rubs the floor through my jeans. It feels very nice, and I hump the carpet while I suck him off. He doesn’t make much noise, but I can tell by his face that he’s enjoying it.

    “Where should I cum?” he asks me.

    “Right here,” I stick out my tongue, to show him it’s alright, and then get back to twisting and sucking his penis. He tightens his muscles, and it flexes and hardens. It turns me on. He’s a quiet one. I have no idea how far along he is, or if he’s enjoying it at all. I know I am. I live for this. Sucking a nice, fat cock has been my dream since I was a teenager.

    “I think I’m coming,” he warns me. I feel a hot jet of his jizz shoot against middle of my tongue. It’s a nice, thick glob, and it doesn’t taste like anything. I roll it across my tongue as I gently suck him clean.

    On the way back we talk. “Once I had a guy sucking on me for 20 minutes,” he relates, “and nothing was happening. But he wasn’t good like you.”

    Well, I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. Studying anatomy and sensitivity diagrams on wikipedia. Porn too, but half the time they don’t know what they’re doing.

    “When are you in town again?” he asks.

    Soon, I hope.


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  • My Potential

    As I walk to my private space in the parking garage I notice Scott leaning on my Lexus SUV feet crossed at the ankles, arms folded over his chest and a scowl that has me shuddering the closer I get.  “You’re late” is his only greeting as I reach the vehicle.  “I got tied up on a call” I respond.  He inches forward until his nose is practically touching mine and growls “damn, so I won’t be the first to tie you up then today.” 

    I immediately flush and start, “hey listen Scott, I’m not sure what you have in mind but I’m straight, I apologize if I have led you on but lets just pretend this never happened, and carry on in a professional manner.”   Taking a step and closing the half inch gap that is separating us Scott leans down and take my ear lobe in his mouth, biting down.  At the same time he grabs my cock and mockingly says, “staight, this thing being rock hard constantly for the past two weeks every time you see me is saying otherwise.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about” is the only lame response I can come up with, but it’s useless.  With my now leaking cock in his hand Scott, moves the collar of my short and clamps his lips on “that spot” right by the collar bone, it drives me made every time, fuck how did he know?  I can feel myself going weak in the knees.  Removing his lips he, he looks at my neck and says, “that will have to do as proper marking for now, you have been claimed, you are mine.”  Barely able to get my thoughts together I manage to mutter, “I’m not” and Scott puts a finger to my lips and once again fixing his icey stare on me demands “remove all of your clothing now!  He is crazy, there is no way I am getting naked in the parking garage of my office building even if my spot is private and secluded.  Grabbing a hold of me by the waist and spinning me around until I can feel is raging hard cock pressing against my ass, he once again goes in for the neck move and this time proceeds to mark the other side.  Trying to pass off the moan I let out in bliss as a sigh of frustration, I attempt to try to reason with him again by saying “Scott, this isn’t my thing, I apologize if I have led you on.”  With his cock still rubbing my ass through my pants and his lips and teeth marking my neck, he growls, “I told you I want you naked, and I meant now!”  He rips open my dress shirt with buttons flying everywhere and mockingly says, “that was an awfully expensive shirt to have ruined, I imagine everything else is just as expensive, would you like me to remove it the same way or are you going to give up the bullshit act now and take off all your clothes immediately?”  I again make a feeble attempt with “I’m not gay” and Scott’s hand goes to my cock once again, as he starts unzipping the fly he says “Well for a guy that’s not gay you certainly seem to be enjoying this, you’re leaking like a sieve down here, or you’ve pissed yourself.”  Spinning me around to face him he grabs my jaw firmly in his hand and growls, “Which is it?”  The look in those icey blue eyes pierces every inch of me and standing there being forced to meet his stare with my cock in his hand my response is to begin removing my torn torn dress shirt and t-shirt.  My head is spinning with more than I can comprehend, it feels so wrong yet so right. I own this business, I own this building, fuck I even own this damn parking garage but here I am standing half naked in a parking garage stripping like a two dollar whore for one of my employees.  With my head hung down, I feel Scott once again close the distance between us, again he grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him and says, “It’s all abut your potential, always remember that.”  With that I notice him reach into his back pocket and WHAT THE FUCK, he has a riding crop, the thought hasn’t even fully formed yet when I feel the first of three sharp whacks across my chest with the crop.  “The rest of the clothes, NOW’ Scott yells, and delivers the fourth and most stinging blow yet.  Fuck that’s going to leave a mark!  I slip of of my shoes and socks and as my hands go to unbutton my pants I see Scott watching and rubbing his crotch.  Seeing me look at him and once again hesitating to get totally naked I receive yet another whack with the crop.  “Fuck that hurts, stop doing that” I mutter only to receive my sixth smack across the chest with the crop.  “You decide how many you get and how hard they are by your level of cooperation” Scott smugly says and immediately delivers three powerful blows across my back explaining they were earned because I still have my pants on.  I can’t take one more, I immediately rip my pants down and shuck them off.  As I hook my fingers into the waistband of my underwear Scott approaches grabbing my cock once again and says, “soaking wet, so you never answered, is this from excitement or have you pissed yourself?”   “I’m a grown man, I don’t piss myself” is a response I soon regret as Scott has my jaw clenched between his hands he delivers four powerful blows to my now naked thighs and growls in my face “that wasn’t one of the answers, answer the fucking question!”  I can feel the crop resting on my naked thigh, knowing it’s ready to strike again and I can’t bare it, “Excitement” I say.  And it disturbs me to realize that as I admit my excitement I feel a huge drop of precum escape my cock.  Now my own body is betraying me. “Well seeing how this excites you let me just take care of these” Scott says grabbing my underwear and ripping them off, I am left standing naked as the day I was born, covered in two bite marks, and at least 9 different marks from the crop.  Hanging my head in shame, I put my forearms on the back of the SUV and looking down I notice the rope of precum that is running from my achingly hard cock all the way to the floor.

    As I stand there with my back to Scott, feeling so vulnerable yet the most turned on I have have in my life.  I feel him approach and lean into me, his cock feels incredible on my ass, even though it is still encased in his jeans.  I reach my hand back, wanting to free to, to feel his hardness in me.  As I reach back, he steps back, and my hand receives a smack with the crop.  “Fuck” I cry out, and Scott takes a step forward saying, “permission has not been granted to touch me.   You will learn patience, and obviously you will learn it the hard way.  Always remember that your rewards will be greater than your punishments.”  With that Scott steps between my legs, forcing my legs further apart, he growls into my ear “Arch your back.”  No longer to form any thoughts that don’t involve my cock and the need to have him in my ass I readily comply.  He rewards me with a “good boy” and begins to run the crop along my inner thighs and up my ass crack.  I respond with “mmmmm” arching my back and spreading me legs even further.  I feel the tap, tap, tap of the crop first on one cheek then the other, and my dick is a faucet leaking my never ending precum as Scott gently taps my inner thighs, taint and balls with it.  My legs long to spread even wider and throw an even bigger arch in my back it feels so heavenly.  Scott chuckles and pulling me against his back says “Greedy little whore aren’t you.  See now we are starting to see your potential.”   He grabs my cock with one hand and teasingly slides the heavy metal cock ring on it, The weight of the thick ring brings about the largest drop of precum yet.  As if knowing it would happen Scott catches the bead of juice in his hand and I feel him part my ass cheeks and begin to lube my hole with it.  My hole is twitching in anticipation to finally receive Scotts cock and earn my reward.  I feel pressure at my hole as it struggles to open up, Scott growls, “push out” and as I comply I feel it pop in.  Letting out a sigh of disappointment realizing its only a plug and not Scott’s cock that is invading my hole, I am treated to a sharp whack with the crop on each cheek causing me to clench my hole shut and taking the plug even further up.  Scott spins me around to face him, forcing my arms up to shoulder and legs spread I am leaning on the back of the Lexus, with a ringed leaking cock and a plugged asshole, totally naked, and I realize at some point I have begun to enjoy every second of it.  Taking my chin between his teeth and gently biting, Scott growls, “potential baby, we are going to show you how much you have.”  I immediately yelp as the nipple clamps bite into my sensitive nips, yet another torrent of precum shoots out of my cock.  Scott once again goes to the marks he left earlier on my neck and begins to bite and suck, just a few minutes ago I wasn’t I concerned about the marks and now my only thought is more, don’t stop, brand me as yours. 

     Once he has finished tightening the tension on the clamps to a level just below unbearable Scott once again takes my chin in his hands, giving it a nip he growls “get in the car.”  Without a second thought I head to the passengers seat thrilled at the prospect of seeing what is to come.  As Scott opens the garage door and we enter the public area of the garage I glance back to see my clothing laying on the dirty garage floor I realize that the $7,000 worth of Armani clothing once signified to me I had reached my potential, but now its a pile of rags and I am about to fully realize what I am capable of.  Grinning at me as he glides the Lexus from the garage to the busy downtown street, Scott says “You’re time starts now.”  Simple words but enough for me as I feel the stickiness of my precum against my thigh.


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  • Surprise at the Juice Bar

    The following is entirely true.

    I had just gotten home from a night out with friends and feeling extremely horny.  I was between girlfriends and started to surf porn.  Before long I decided to visit a local Juice Bar in KC.  The bar was located upstairs with a sex shop and video booths downstairs.  I spent about an hour upstairs watching the dancers then decided to explore downstairs.  After looking through the shop I was about to bust and decided to buy some tokens to the video booths to relieve myself.  The hallway was dark with men/womem standing around.  I entered an empty booth, lowered my pants and began my mission of relief.  Before long I noticed a hand sticking through a hole between booths and a voice saying “Mind if I take a closer look?”.  At first I was startled, my heart racing.  I almost walked out but was so worked up stood and walked toward the hole.  The hand immediately took hold of me and started stroking me until I was hard.  The voice then said “Stick it through.”.  As I did, I felt a warm mouth devour my cock.  The feeling was amazing and I wasn’t going to last long.  My stranger must have sensed this because he stopped and told me he just wanted to watch for a while.  After edging myself for about 10 min, the voice said “OK, I’m ready.”  I had no idea what he meant but walked back to the hole.  I felt his warm lips wrap around my cock and thought “no better way to finish off.”  As soon as I was really getting into it, he stopped.  I felt his firm grip, then, the most incredible hot sensation I’ve ever felt.  At first I didn’t  know what I was feeling but soon realized he was fucking my cock.  Mixed emotions of having sex with another man gave way to the pleasure I was feeling.  I came uncontrolled deep inside him and collapsed in the booth.  After about 5 min I got up, still confused, and left without saying a word. 

  • M I L

    You should know the limits!“, I was trying to scold him.

    But it was totally ineffective, as there was a big smile on his face.

    No! I am serious this time. Can’t I have a little privacy?“, I looked at his face, with a serious expression, expecting him to pay attention to my concerns.

    Oh Yes! You have full privacy all the time.“, he chuckled while pointing to my penis with his finger in my underwear.

    Shut up ! You know I don’t like all this non-sense. Why do you jump all the time between me and my parents?“, I was furious with his interference every time I receive a call from my parents.

    It’s been 3+ months since I left my home and I moved here. I haven’t seen them since then. I miss them a lot. There is a little time in this busy schedule of life, when I can talk my heart with my Mom. But this stupid fella, he always interrupts us. It is a deliberate act.

    Usually, the (Indian) marketing and management people are very flattering, talkative and diplomatic. He (my roomie) leads this whole breed of such intellectuals. He knows the magic. The magic to turn strangers into friends.

    His style of communication is so powerful and mesmerizing, that will make one feel that he (or she) is one of the old buddies or family. This holds equally good even if you haven’t seen his cute, naughty smile on his innocent looking face. At times, cute looks and smiling faces have deeper impacts. He is blessed with both. I realized his magical powers when he made my parents fall for him after just a couple of formal conversations over phone call.

    He is actually exploiting weakness of my parents, especially that of my Mom. Being the only son, I was always the center of attention in the family. I had never been away from my parents or my home earlier. Now, when I am away from home, all alone, for more than 3 months now, it is quite normal for them to be worried about their only son, who in their opinion, may not be fit to stay alone and take care of himself. They are always very much concerned about my health, my friends circle, my routine day to day activities etc.

    Initially when I moved here, my parents were very concerned and wanted to know each and every thing about me. They wanted to assure themselves that I am doing just fine, and that I am safe here. They did not believe me on this thing during our telephonic conversations. They assumed that I won’t discuss any of my problems with them as it may add to their worries. They needed a correspondent, a kind of eyewitness to deliver them my daily reports via news feed to them. They were lucky ! My roomie served their needs. It was natural that they started spending more time with him over phone on regular basis.

    After a few days, the miracle happened. He (my Roomie) got promoted, not in office though. Till now, he was just my roommate, for my parents.  But slowly, he first earned himself the position of my close friend within a few days, and then finally he was being considered as a part of family, by my Mom. Whenever she talked to me, she made sure that she called at a time when he was available around me.

    And now, he is even more importantly being considered as a mentor, as a policeman, and as a care taker for me – in short, as my elder brother, by my Parents. They have got full confidence in him. Whatever he tells them about me, they believe it whole-heartily, without even questioning its reliability. They believe he is really very concerned about me, and that he obeys their instructions to keep an eye on me and take care of me. He too is doing it perfectly to exploit their weakness and to earn their confidence in him. He tells them every small or big details of me – how many times I sneezed today, or if I was cheerful tonight or which movies we watched together, and that I keep on chanting my parents’ name every few minutes.

    So, that’s my whole point of concern. Yes, I am jealous too. He is getting more focus and more attention than I used to get. He is in reality turning into my elder real brother. He is actually replacing me in my family.

    He kept listening to me so far with a smile, almost silently. After I stopped blabbering, he came closer to me, held me from my shoulder, and then grabbed my hand in his hand and moved it to his waist. My other hand automatically covered him from his waist. He pulled me towards him, looked for a moment on my lips, and kissed me.

    And then said, “Thanks to you, I am blessed once again with mom’s love. I was not so lucky otherwise. You filled in colors of love in my colorless life, and now I once again have a loving family.“, and then kissed me once again.

    It melted my heart. It was his true feelings and he was really hungry for love. I felt a deep affection for him, and all my wrath suddenly disappeared. I grabbed him firmly from his back and pulled him closer to me and then kissed him passionately. Our bodies were embracing each-other and were complimenting the love and feelings between us.

    Then I asked him, “I don’t like it when you are getting all my share of love and attention from my Mom. It’s okay that she loves you, but you should not interfere between me and my Mom. Why are you snatching my Mom’s love from me?

    He smiled, and said, “She is not just your Mom now. She granted me the status of her elder Son. So, I deserve my share of love too. Instead… I have to work hard to make a good impression on her as I have dual relationship with her.

    Surprized by his  answer, I looked into his eyes,  and asked, “Dual relationship?

    He said, “Of course yes! My loving Mom, and ….

    And…????“, I was totally puzzled now…

    My MIL (Mother-in-Law)…“, he winked with a wide smile on his face.

  • A trip with my son and his friends

    I was shy entering our bedroom and I timidly told Mark I would do whatever he desired. He said he wanted to do many things with me and he knew now he could do anything he wanted. I still saw him a dominant man and I told him I would be his slave.

    -I don’t want a slave but a hot intelligent man as you are with your whole personality.

    -Mark, I was thinking whether I should tell you but I cannot help saying this to you now: I’ve fallen in love with you.

    His response was taking me to bed so we could both be comfortably sitting there and he caressed my whole body. He kissed me for a couple of minutes. I could not believe he was so sweet. Then I was surprised at his answer.

    -Phil, I’ve loved you for three months now, since that day I was visiting you.

    That was what Danny said Mark would tell me. All of them knew.

    -When I was in your house, your smell made me discover my sexual orientation and I knew it was definitive and I had to smell like you or more. I finished Law and my parents fulfilled their promise of bequeathing a house to me. Since then I haven’t washed. I suppose I will have a shower every three months. My house is clean, though my scent is everywhere and my parents often reprimand me and tell me to wash. I have told them I have a strange allergy to soap, and that’s why I have few showers. I don’t know if they believe me, but I want to live like this. I never thought it was possible you reciprocated me, but you do. I am sorry if you have thought I am a dominant man. I was absolutely nervous before you and was forcing things little by little seeing you accepted everything. But I have lived a big state of anxiety today being before the man I love. Kiss me, Phil, please.

    -What are we going to do now, Mark? –I asked in the midst of an endless kiss.

    -Are you sure you can stand the way I smell and the dirty things I do?

    -I love your smell and there’s nothing dirty you have done that I have not done too.

    -I think after now we should be a couple, Phil. You love me and I love you. I have a large house. You see, Evan and I are rich. Your son and you are Rich. You may come to live with me.

    -I am twenty years older than you, Mark. It makes no sense. I could die soon.

    -And I will die now, knowing you love me, if you are not by me. You’re too young. My life would not be worthwhile after now if I don’t live it with you.

    -And would we live all our lives being as pig as we are now?

    -I can wash more often if you ask me or else I will wash every three months. I would even like to get a whiff of you with three months unwashed.

    -And will we play with excrements?

    -Whatever you choose. I’d love to.

    -Then I think, Mark, my love, we should live dirty and play with excrements and we should try. But do you know tomorrow night I will go to bed with Danny and on Sunday with Evan?

    -You can cheat me, Phil. And I will cheat you or not, depending on what you decide. But you have a cute and wonderful son. He’s one of my best friends now. We have spent months talking of my love for you or how he desires you. And after what he’s seen of you this Friday he may desire you even more or maybe love you, I don’t know.

    -I love you but he is the person I love most in this world. I accept him as he is and he must be happy with me and if he is happier having sex with his father, he will. I’ll be completely sweet with that wonderful man, my son Danny. And you can cheat me. So, I accept to be your boyfriend, Mark. As long as you want to live with me, I will be your boyfriend and if you want me to live in your house, I will tell Danny to stop the car for me in the same place he stops the car for you. I will spend that night with you and the next day I can move my things to your house.

    -I will tell my parents that I have a boyfriend. Evan and Danny will also live together. And David is my neighbour. I live on the third floor; he lives on the fourth floor.

    -I want to go to bed with David too.

    -I already have. Now we can both go up to his house or he can come down to ours. I am so happy that we are engaged now.

    -So am I, my love.

    -But now, please, let’s go to the bathroom and have some dirty sex. Then we may return to our bed and have tender sex for hours.

    We kissed again to make our love firmer. And we slowly entered the bathroom. He suggested we could first piss each other and asked me please to be first. I did and he praised the taste of my pee. His was a longer stream and dirtier but I told him the dirtier the better. Then he asked me please to shit him. I confessed I had been saving my shit for him in case he wanted, with just one turd for Danny. He ate with an appetite and said he would like to taste my shit every day. He told me he had had needs to tell Danny he was in love with me. Danny confessed to him he wanked over me and I was his object of desire and he had a boyfriend and a friend besides who together with both of them made up the club of dirty gay men. Of course that man was David. He, Mark, was invited to their weekends at The Acacias. He had not tasted any excrement so far, but that first weekend here he tasted everything and enjoyed everything and became one of them. They often talked about me and they decided to take the risk and invite me. And I turned out to be a great success. He told me all this and asked me if I wanted more diarrhea and of course I said I did. I tasted then a new amount of that disgusting brown river, not so disgusting now I tasted again the dirtiest of my new boyfriend. He asked me then to please puke in his mouth; I had already tasted his puke but he had not tasted mine yet. I said I would puke him if he wanted but it would also have diarrhea. He said that would be the dirtiest thing he would ever have tasted and asked me please to puke. I did, kissing his mouth a lot as I puked. He loved it. I didn’t mind knowing now he would vomit my puke back with diarrhea and his own puke. They were five dirty minutes in which we were savouring the best of our dirty stomachs. Then he asked me to open my mouth and he blew his nose there. Then we were three minutes spitting in each other’s mouths, pissed each other again and went back to our bed. But he asked me not to brush my teeth.

    -Mark, you have a wonderful scent in your cock, your feet and your pits. If I don’t brush my teeth I will not lick anything, for I will stain that part of you with the taste of diarrhea and puke, nice flavors, but I will lose the flavour of your scented pits, etc.

    He agreed, we brushed our teeth and we went to bed. To feel his hot dirty body under the sheets was glorious. Finally I had gone to bed with the man who would accompany me the rest of my life. We were in no hurry. We had decided to tell everyone in the morning but now the night was for us. We were kissing and touching each other slowly for five minutes. Then I had to blow him again. I loved the taste of that dick which would be mine every day and had to give my boyfriend a perfect blowjob. This time he resisted for ten minutes. I swallowed his cum again, with love now, and had no time to say anything else for he began to suck me next. “I love you, Mark, I love you” was all I could say. We were building our future with our constant orgasms. Finally he told me he was going to fuck me, and I reminded him he had promised to fuck me hours earlier and I had spent all day desiring his cock in my ass. I had already had Danny’s cock in my ass. It was a perfect day: two wonderful men: Mark and Danny, who desired me. Now it was heaven to sense Mark sweet rather than dominant, working my pleasure in my ass. I moaned and tried to stroke him but it was difficult in that position so he prevented it and kissed me instead, saying: “now, feel me, my love, feel me inside you”. He was fucking me for a quarter of an hour. Fortunately my moans were low for I didn’t want Danny and Evan to hear me from their room. But Mark could notice in my yells how much I loved him. “I have to cum, my love”, he finally said and my ass soon felt his white substance filling it. Now it was my turn. He lied on his stomach so I could see again his beautiful buttocks and get horny.

    I was hornier than hell watching that wonderful sight, his hot naked body. I thrust my cock inside and madly started to kiss him constantly saying “I love you”. It was the first time I fucked that guy I would share my life with and I had to resist. In fact I think I fucked him a longer time than he had. Fucking a scented man you don’t only have pleasure with your dick; everything is implied and your nose helps pushing your heartbeats. The melody of our future life was sounding in our two naked bodies, surrendering to each other. We started to talk to each other sweetly knowing now we belonged together. Finally I cummed again. How many times I have cummed with you, my love. How many more times I have to cum yet with you.

    We embraced then. We were exhausted and spent two hours talking of our future projects, kissing, caressing, surrendering to each other; sometimes licking our feet and pits to have a beginning of a scented future. The ripest fruit I have ever tasted, his pits, which I had been all night sniffing, helped me finally to sleep, the secure sleep of a baby who had now his dummy. I think he got asleep shortly after me. So together we began a dirty and passionate new life, insofar as we liked the same things, we could have a successful future.

    He woke up at three in the morning saying he needed to shit again but he would go and feed the toilet slave who he was sure wanted to taste it too. He went downstairs, was absent for a quarter of an hour and came back saying he had only had to tap David’s shoulder to wake him up, had shat diarrhea to him and David even had eaten and savoured it saying he liked it. He’d pissed him too. But he had not told him we were engaged for he hoped it was me who told him tomorrow. Embracing again, we were soon asleep.

    When we woke up at about nine, we woke up at the same time and kissed for a couple of minutes. Then we went downstairs. Danny and Evan were not there yet but Mark told me they would be there soon and we should prepare breakfast. We made coffee together and took some cakes to the living room just in time, for they arrived then. They had a happy face and Danny was luminous. They sat down. I had to speak.

    -Danny, Evan, I have something important to tell you and Mark has wanted me to tell you. We have become engaged and we are going to live together.

    -Congratulations, Dad. Now you can express your love, Mark. Always love each other.

    -I am your stepfather now, Danny –said Mark.

    -And I am your stepson.

    Evan also congratulated us. We were all talking for a quarter of an hour, knowing that now we were all the same family. Danny told me shortly after.

    -I will move to Evan’s house, The Acacias, Dad. Of course we want to be lawyers one day, but Evan’s family also own a bookshop. We want to turn it into our own bookshop and we have decided to call it Oedipus. I think Mark and you could also work there, and even David. But maybe you want to continue in the carpenter’s shop.

    -I will keep on running the carpenter’s shop but I can have a new job with you, though I know nothing about books. You should first tell me. We could all be working there.

    -Then let’s toast for Oedipus and the fact that we are now the same family, the four of us. After breakfast Danny and I will take both dogs for a walk.

    -You have two dogs?

    -I mean Jimmy and David, Mark. They often go for a walk together and Jimmy and it sniff each other. Jimmy likes David’s smell of excrements and they play together a mutual game of sniffing as they are walking.

    -I have to use the human toilet slave first, Evan. I want to fuck him, shit him and puke him. Can I?

    -Of course, father-in-law. Go to the toilet first and have fun with it.

    So I went out. The air announced that Saturday would also be torrid, but it was so good coming out with a naked body. I finally came to the kennel and David greeted me.

    -Good morning, Master Phil.

    -Good morning, David. I have come to use you but I also want to tell you a couple of things. But I can tell you as I fuck you.

    He turned immediately and I saw again his beautiful ass. I thrust my cock in and told him as I was fucking him.

    -There are some new things I should tell you. I want you to know what all of them know now. I am Mark’s boyfriend –I was so moved that I said this crying all the time-. He and I will live together cheating each other and being two great pig men and we will live downstairs from you.

    -Congratulations. I am also glad for Master Mark, who I knew was in love with you. You know, I hope I am allowed to visit often my new neighbours.

    -Of course, and you can call me Master Phil here and I will call you it and use you. But in the town I want to be only Phil. But I want to ask you something. I think you know that tonight I am going to bed with Danny, and tomorrow night with Evan. David, would you also like to come to bed with me?

    -I’d love to.

    -I suppose you will be having a shower on Monday morning.

    -I will.

    -I love your smell, so would you like to come to bed with me next Thursday, before coming to The Acacias again?

    -It would be so good, Phil. I suppose you want me to call you Phil in bed. Danny, Evan and Mark won’t get jealous, I know. So that would be wonderful.

    -Do not have a shower from Monday to Thursday, please. And now I am going to cum. I have a condom for I knew your ass would be shitted. I will piss, shit and puke you before you go for a walk with Danny, Evan and Jimmy.

    I finally came. Then he turned again and of course I started to fill his body, very dirty and smelly now, with more pee, and he also opened his mouth. Then I said I was going to shit. I wanted to stain his body first and then shit a little in his mouth. I knew he would like the taste of my shit now, after having eaten my boyfriend’s diarrhea. I was for five minutes shitting his foul body and I shat a turd in his mouth later. Then I reminded him there was more yet. I told him to open his mouth. I was gonna puke in his mouth so he didn’t starve and could have some food in his stomach. I enjoyed seeing how David liked to eat excrements and liked the taste of any substance no matter who it came from. Danny and Evan were already here. They put him a dog leash, and they moved away from the kennel to the right where Jimmy was expecting them, overjoyed and barking. He sniffed for a long while David’s dirty body, even Danny’s and Evan’s, really pleased. David was on all fours, barked and sniffed Jimmy’s ass too. He stroked the dog and they went down the steps, right of the terrace, and went away to the countryside.

    I saw Mark was close to me then. He didn’t want to miss the show of seeing both dogs starting their walk sniffing each other and barking to each other. You could see David was all the time walking on all fours and was used to Jimmy and he even seemed to have learned Jimmy’s language and David with a leash, Jimmy without it, Danny and Evan taking care of them, they bent on their right, and we couldn’t see them now.

    -My love –said Mark-, I want to take you on the left of The Acacias, so you can know all of this large land. There is even a little lake two kilometers away, and some hidden trees very close, near some lavender shrubs. Do you want a naked stroll with me around The Acacias?

    I accepted and we walked together calmly for five hundred meters. It was wonderful to walk naked beside Mark feeling his smell and every now and then stopping somewhere to kiss. There was a hidden place surrounded by lavender everywhere. Mark told me to sit there and without a word started to blow me again. It was a place which now had all perfumes. Lavender and Mark’s pits, Mark’s feet and so on. The smell of nature, even Mark’s smell was caused by nature, made me hornier and I cummed soon. Then he asked me to piss him and I did. Now it was my turn to blow him. He pissed me during the blowjob. I sucked again that wonderful gun my boyfriend had, so gloriously high and scented. I loved him and continued to give him perfect blowjobs for he cummed soon. Then he asked me to shit him there. He wanted to get to the lake with shitted mouth. I said there was no toilet paper and he told me he would wipe my ass with the lake water later. So I shat him there and many flies wanted to enter Mark’s mouth then. He asked me if I wanted some diarrhea again and of course I answered I did. He shat me a new mouthful of his diarrhea then and with shitted asses and mouths, we continued walking to the lake. That place surrounded by lavender is since that day our private toilet in the country.

    It was such a wonderful experience swimming naked in the lake with the man I loved. He was for two minutes wiping my ass, and then it was me who wiped him. We were swimming for half an hour and then he suggested we could come out of the water, and in a quiet place nearby we could fuck. We got out and fucked each other again. We came back after two hours in the country. We saw Evan had made our lunch, vegetable stew now. We sat all four together and ate telling one another our mutual experiences in the lake or in Jimmy and David’s walk. I said I liked David’s smell now he was so full of excrements. Evan suggested that after lunch the four of us could play dirty Parcheesi. I asked what that was. He said we would play and any moment one of us entered a piece in the home square, he can choose any mouth to piss in, and finally the winner would shit on the floor and all the others would eat that shit together. I suggested he who captured a piece could spit in the mouth of the owner of that piece. They all enjoyed me being so pig and told me they would accept this new rule, so four dirty men started the game.

    I was the first to leave my starting point and all the time I thought I could win, but it was a close game and I preferred we would eat again some of Mark’s diarrhea. All of us spat in every mouth. We tried to be fair and piss everybody but finally it was clear either Danny or I would win the game. He was first to have all his pieces in the home square. He had won the game, and not thinking twice, he squatted on the floor and shat. All of us felt again the wonderful smell of Danny’s poop. And it was a pig picture to see three dirty men together eating what Danny had shat. We even kissed all three while we were eating. I was brave then and told Evan I would also like to please Jimmy. I didn’t want him to fuck me but I would blow him later. He answered that neither his boyfriend nor mine pleased his dog, but he was glad I wanted to do it. Then we all went to brush our teeth, all stained with Danny’s delicious shit. And later Danny made another coffee and asked us to wait for him at the terrace again. We went outside and sat, waiting for him.

    Soon I saw something happened to Danny. He served our coffees and when he finally sat he broke down and started crying. I asked him what the matter was with him and he couldn’t help but say.

    -I’m sorry, Dad. It will be awful for Evan and Mark too. I’m afraid I have fallen in love with you.

    I immediately stood up, went to him, kissed him and caressed him.

    -I want to fall in love with you. But fuck, does it matter? We could have sex together at least once a week. People wouldn’t understand that we were a couple. You are the person I love most in this world, Danny, and I don’t want to see you crying. Now you know how I am and I know how you are. Evan and Mark should talk, but you will always have me.

    -I don’t care Danny has fallen in love with you. You may come to The Acacias now every week and have sex with him whenever you like. What is fidelity good for? Danny would stop loving me if he could not have you, Phil, so I prefer you have sex once and again. You still love me, Danny, don’t you?

    -More than ever, my darling.

    -It’s not a problem for me either –said Mark-, I have just met my boyfriend today but I knew this could happen for I knew how much Danny desired you. I will even love you more, Phil, if you keep on having sex with your son.

    -Danny, sweetheart, now you know what both our boyfriends think. I would like to fall in love with you but that would not change anything. You will have Evan and I will have Mark and both of us will have each other, constantly swapping partners in bed. We are all the same family and a strange family where everyone makes love to everyone. So don’t cry, my dear, I will always be with you.

    -Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Phil. Now we can be all happy. And thanks Evan and Mark for your understanding. I cannot help loving him now.

    We were a good while at the terrace, having coffee and I asked them to teach me the things I would need to learn to work with them in the bookshop. After two hours Mark told Danny to come with him to the library to have some sex there, telling him last night he had made love to me and tonight he would be with Evan, since Danny and me would be having sex together, so he felt like pleasing his stepson and friend now.

    Meanwhile as I was alone with Evan I told him that would be a good moment to please Jimmy and as the dog was still at the terrace, I would please him there. I cajoled him to come to me and I started stroking his cock and I started to suck him before his owner. His cock was clean for Evan told me he washed his cock every day knowing it would end up in his mouth. It took him ten minutes to cum in my mouth. The taste was different to that of men’s cum but I liked it too and told Evan I would blow him more often now. Then Danny and Mark came out.

    -You have a wonderful boyfriend, Dad, and I have a wonderful stepfather in Mark. He has pleased all my body and calmed me down telling me once and again he would always be happy to see his boyfriend having sex with his son.

    -I have to shit again –Mark said-, Evan, you are the only one who has not tasted my diarrhea yet. Would you like to try?

    -I do. Shit me right here, Mark, in front of everybody.

    Mark shat him but it was too much for Evan. He could eat some diarrhea the first time but he couldn’t help but puke the second time. He stained the floor with a delicious mixture and Danny and me had the same impulse and squatted on the floor to eat it.

    -Do not worry about your diarrhea, Mark. There will always be somebody who wants to eat it.

    -Well, I have tried –said Evan.

    -You have eaten enough, Evan –said Mark-. Now all of us have tasted it.

    The rest of the evening passed with all of us using David for sex and excrements; we talked about literature again and from time to time we had sex with anybody. I told Danny that I would not have dirty sex with him tonight. I would only give him the best of me with all my sweetness and affection. But I told him we could enter a toilet now and we could do anything we wanted with each other. We did and pissed, shat, puked, spat, farted and everything for an hour. Both our shits were softer now because both of us had tasted Mark’s diarrhea and we smiled and said we would all end up that weekend with diarrhea. But any taste of Danny’s shit would be great for me. He liked all excrements that came from his father and more now that my excrements had the taste of some boys’ excrements too. That weekend all was a constant recycling.

    I prepared dinner that night. I had seen Evan had a lot of fish in the fridge, and with Mark’s help I filled two trays with fried fish, one with whitefish and the other with oily fish. We spent dinner talking of tastes, not only of the fish we were eating but also of men’s tastes, smells or excrements. Then I knew we could talk of whatever thing we liked, even puke or diarrhea, as we were eating. Then Mark offered to do the washing up as I told Danny.

    -Come to bed with me now, Danny. Let’s have fun and show each other how much we love. If ever I have been sweet, I will be sweet for you now. -So we said goodbye and both with enormous erections went up to the bedroom on the left now. That on the right would be for Evan and Mark tonight. We went to bed at once and there we stroked one another with the sweetest kisses I have ever given, for my son.

    -Remember you don’t have to worry about anything and here in bed I am Phil. You can call me Dad sometimes if you like calling me Dad as you are having sex with your dad, but mostly Phil, please. I have to ask you: what do you like most?

    -Blowing you, Phil.

    -I may cum many times tonight, and you can start blowing me, then we will fuck each other and then I will blow you, and if you still desire me, you can blow me again. Remember I am now your lover; I want to know what you feel pleasure with and we can repeat all you want. I’ll be all night groping you all over, even your erogenous points. Do you want to start blowing your father?

    -Yes, Phil.

    And he started. I stroked all his body then sweetly and slowly. I was in no hurry. The night was ours to enjoy. He moaned as he sucked my dirty cock and two hands were not enough for me to touch all of Danny’s hot body. I stroked his hair, caressed his nipples and after ten minutes I had to cum in his mouth. I knew he liked the taste of his brothers and filled him with them. Then I kissed his mouth intensely and turned so he could fuck me. I repeated once and again I liked having my son’s cock in my ass. He stroked me all over now and kissed me, always telling me he loved his father and I was a respectful sweet hot man as his dick was deeper and deeper in my ass. Five minutes of intense mutual tenderness and he came in my ass. We were two men who understood perfectly each other’s needs and that night were learning to become dad-son lovers. Then I learned that whenever he came in my ass, he turned at once, eager to be fucked by daddy. I did not think twice and fucked Danny again. It was not only my cock inside his hot body; it was my soul inside his soul. I had seen Danny crying in the afternoon and that would not happen again even if I had to fuck him every day. We would turn Evan’s family’s bookshop into Oedipus and when it was ready we would work there from Monday to Friday and all Friday afternoons we would come to The Acacias. Mark also had a car and would take me here all weekends so I assured Danny at least he would have me three days a week. And if that was not enough, every day, but I also wanted him to continue to love Evan. I told him I was not only fucking his body now, but his mind, his heart, his soul. My cock had to transmit him that everything would be ok between us always. I was fucking him for five minutes only for I was really moved seeing how tender and sweet we were becoming. Kisses never stopped. I was Danny’s lover now and we still had an endless night ahead to do whatever thing we liked. Now I had to blow him.

    It was Danny’s taste rather than the taste of his cock. I knew that cock would be mine forever just as my dick was his. In a single blowjob I had to convince him that I was both his father and his lover; his friend, even his workmate soon. My son tasted deliciously. It was his manhood, dirty and tasty. I did not have to learn how to suck a cock; I only had to remember my best blowjobs and promised myself all my senses would always surrender to Danny. Saying “Dad, I love you”, he yelled and shot his load of grandchildren again in my mouth. Then we were for half an hour tasting our pits and feet. We said we could give each other black kiss other days and we didn’t that night. But we savoured each other greedily, and of course soon my son was sucking his father’s dick again. “Go on, Danny, my manhood is yours any time you want to taste it”, and he moaned and told me “this cock has given life to me more than once. I am so grateful to it for the life you are giving me right now”. I could resist now for ten minutes, ten more minutes for Danny’s pleasure and finally I cummed new brothers into his mouth. Then we hugged under the sheets and said sweet things to each other and I repeated I was his father and if ever my son had needed me, it was now he was in love with me. I promised I would always be sweet with him, and he would always have me. We felt asleep, his face in my pits, mine in his mouth. We had had the first night of dad-son sex. May the beauty of the world be always with you, Danny, I remember I thought and surrendered to sleep with my son’s naked body surrounding me.

    As it had been with my boyfriend I had the same awakening with my lover son. We kissed for some minutes and went downstairs. Evan had made coffee and we four sat again in the living-room. They noticed Danny’s shining face and congratulated us for our sweetness and mutual desire. Evan and Mark’s night of love had also been intense but it was not the first. They told me again all of them went to bed with all of them and now they would always include me in their partner swapping. We had a very happy breakfast and the rest of that Sunday was very similar to Saturday. Everyone had sex with everyone. We were all the time using David and including him in our sex games. We had another salad, but I suggested we could season it with both gobs and piss now. They all told me I should have been invited earlier so I could teach them new dirty games. We all spat and finally all our cocks pissed in the lettuce. Then we ate it and finally sucked our fingers, sometimes somebody else’s fingers. We also played dirty Parcheesi again, spat and pissed one another often and it was finally me who won that game and of course I shat on the floor. Nobody hesitated afterwards and Danny, Mark and Evan squatted on the floor and devoured my shit, kissing one another and praising the taste of my shit. Mark was the cook for both meals that Saturday and we ate as usual talking of literature, of how our lives would change with Oedipus, and of course of sex and excrements. Evan remembered then to tell us he had finally been able to eat Mark’s diarrhea without vomiting and now he would get used to the flavor for the moment me or Danny had diarrhea too. At night I took Evan to our bedroom, that on the right again and I knew that on the left room would spend the night together my son and my boyfriend. Evan and I approached the bed.

    -Always love Danny and may he love you forever. I love him but I also like you very much and I know you are perfect for him. With my son’s fetishes, he needed to find a man like you. You are tender and respectful and understand him and me. But enough, Evan, I am here with you because I also like you and want to have sex with you.

    -We will always love each other, Phil, don’t be frightened. Danny and I won’t lose our love. And my father-in-law is also a hot man to go to bed with. The four of us, including your boyfriend, are linked now and we will make one another happy.

    -I must confess I have been with many dirty men before, but never with one who had the smell of a dog. It’s original. I like it.

    -And I love the fact that you want to please Jimmy with me. I was here on Tuesday with Danny and I had sex with Jimmy too, and that’s why I have this smell on me.

    -I love it. Now kiss me, son-in-law.

    We sweetly kissed for a couple of minutes and then I started blowing him. His cock was less dirty than Mark’s and Danny’s but it was the only one with the taste of dog saliva. A new and hot experience. I knew I would please that cock every so often and that first blowjob I gave my son-in-law was also perfect judging by his moans. He came in my mouth soon but he had resisted for five minutes. Now his turn was to taste his father-in-law’s dick again. This second time he was as good as the first time when we were eating Mark’s puke by the car but I was less surprised and could resist longer. Then I asked him to fuck me and he also put his soul in that fucking. Drops of sweat ran down both our bodies as he fucked me, but he finally cummed. Then it was me who fucked him, showing him the way I had treated Danny last night and sweetly asking him to always fuck Danny with that very tenderness. Exhausted, I finally gave my son-in-law more brothers of his boyfriend. Then of course we had to lick our pits and feet and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

    On Monday morning, we all went to the shower after coffee, but the four of us entered together and washed our own bodies or somebody else’s. Then we asked David to come in and he had his private shower. He wasn’t working yet and he didn’t need to go to any job now and have a cleaner smell. But he confessed to me that on Mondays after coming to The Acacias he had as many as three showers for the smell of excrements did not easily abandon him. But he told me he would not have a shower on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday and he was looking forward to come to bed with me. We waited for Spencer to arrive and take care of Jimmy till Friday. He was a cute man but knew nothing of our gay lives. But Evan bravely decided to inform him that he was engaged to Danny. I told him I was Danny’s father and was glad of their love. Then at about nine we all entered the car again, sitting in the same place we had sat last Friday. All passengers but not Danny the driver had our cocks out all the time. But it was Mark now who blew me. Then I blew him, but Danny said please no more blowjobs. It is difficult for me to drive. So we resigned. The car was not now a bottle of sweat, but some of the smell there was on Friday remained. We stopped at the same service area, but I asked Danny please not to jack me off there. He knew he could do it now any moment anywhere, and it could be dangerous to jack me off there. But I gently stroked his crotch as we were having our coffees. The last kilometers we decided we could compete and jerk off all of us together but Danny and four horny men wanked at the same time. I know it is futile vanity but I was the last one to cum then. David ate all our cums then and said that when we stopped he would also eat Evan’s cum so the car floor was clean. Finally we reached the town again and first Mark and I left, and also David who was our neighbour. Danny and Evan continued to their destination. He would be in Evan’s home tonight and go to our former home tomorrow to take his things to The Acacias. We had appointed to meet every day and talk about Oedipus. Mark and I began our common life and as soon as we were home we took off our clothes and kissed and had sex for hours. So it was that every night we built our love and got used to living together.

    I awaited Thursday night to go to bed with David. Mark encouraged me and said he would sleep alone but gladly knowing his boyfriend was making love with a hot man upstairs and maybe he could even hear the noise David and I were doing. David was a tender man and it was great to discover also his beautiful personality when he was not being used. I was Phil all the time and did not call him “it”. I said we would take him to The Acacias every weekend and there he could fulfill his other self and would always be our toilet and slave. That Thursday I was getting to know an extraordinary human being with his own fetishes but with undoubtedly a great personality.

    Oedipus only took two months to be ready. Since then all of us: David, Evan, Danny, Mark and I have been working there and we have showers more often, even Mark who now washes once a month, but even so customers must think we stink. But the business is successful. I have learnt with them a lot of things about literature and my boyfriend really praises me. Every Friday afternoon we return to The Acacias, now the home of my son and his boyfriend. We have sex every now and then and David or “it” as we like calling him is always our toilet slave. We consider ourselves a big family of four members who constantly has sex with one another, and we are so fortunate that we even have our human toilet. I think David has fallen in love with Danny now so we should have to make our family bigger. All of this happened one year ago, and Mark and I are really happy. I make love every week at least once with Danny. I keep on having incestuous thoughts with him, more now that I know he loves me. I think I will fall in love with my son soon. Meanwhile I keep on wanking over him. I cannot help it.


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