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Colin and Brandon brought me to Ionas’s room, and each gave me a kiss and a tweak on my nipples. “Have fun!” They called as I entered the darkened room.

Ionas was sprawled on his back in his bed, his muscular body open and welcoming in the soft light from a candle in the corner, thighs splayed out framing his virility which was hard and erect. There was the scent of olives and junipers in the air as the sound of panpipes floated in through the open window. Io was still wearing his leather kynodesme, tying his foreskin closed. I sat down on the edge of his bed and tentatively reached out to touch his hot skin.

“Go on, do what you want,” Ionas whispered. “I’m here. Do you want to untie me?” Nodding, I brushed my palms down his abs and held his warm erection in my hands. It was already ten inches, yet there was still an inch of stretched foreskin being cinched by the leather. It was bulging over his cockhead. I squeezed it and felt a give like a water bag — he must have leaked a whole handful of precum trapped inside the foreskin. Some moisture seeped out from his closed prepuce.

“Oh yeah!” Ionas sighed as I untied his kynodesme and his foreskin rolled back, falling open like petals on a flower. As I suspected, a whole pool of precum gushed out, wetting his long shaft and landing in his pubes. I rubbed the salty-smelling fluid into his bush, then licked my fingers. Flavors exploded on my tongue. He was salty and bitter, but with a hint of wild game and sex, laced with the heady aroma of herbs, pepper, and spice, and a faint hint of the ‘special concoction’ that he had passed out to everyone.

“You want some more?” Ionas stroked his cock and more precum oozed out. His foreskin was rolling around on his large cockhead, sometimes forming a small circle, sometimes closing up into a pucker, but always wet and glistening with a sticky slime. It squelched languidly. I took over from his fingers and rolled the skin around the organ. It felt strange, to feel a layer of skin sliding around the engorged cockhead, but the motion was smooth and Ionas moaned lightly from the stimulation.

“Yeah, that’s it, fucking some more,” Io was arching his back in pleasure now. I rolled his foreskin around some more, then gripping the edge of it in my thumb and forefinger, tugging it gently away from his head. The skin pulled away with a squish, and precum trailed underneath the foreskin. Ionas groaned.

I bent my head and inhaled his scent below the prepuce. It was heady and pungent, a bit of stale urine and overnight cum, but salty like the sea and it made my mouth water. I stuck out my tongue to lick the precum away, then probed further underneath the rim of the prepuce.

“Oh! JP, yes oh fuck,” Ionas moaned. My tongue was exploring under the sensitive cap now, fitting into the narrow space between the inside of his foreskin and the throbbing bead. As my tongue licked all around his ridge, I found more old cum and some gooey cheese hidden in the nooks deeper down. It was very salty and bitter, and stank of old grotty shoes overlaid with the taste of herbs. The fresh supply of precum provided a lighter, watery base to wash down this delicacy. My tongue and mouth was full of his cheesy taste now. I kissed the head and moaned at the complex, giddy flavors turning me on, hidden under the foreskin.

Out of the blue I felt a splash and tasted ouzo. Ionas had poured a cup onto his cock, and used his foreskin as a receptacle for it. I sucked up the drink, trying to get at everything, lapping up around his coronal ridge, finding more smelly grit on the left and under his frenulum. I pulled the foreskin all the way down now, and cupped my lips over his sensitive head. Ionas moaned and tried to thrust into my mouth. I bit down through my lips and swirled my tongue around his head, poking at his piss slit. More precum flowed out and washed down his cheese. I could just lie in bed and explore his cockhead all day!

Ionas tugged on my armpits and pulled me up to his hairy abs and chest. They were trimmed so the hair was more a mat of short curls, but the earthy smell emanating from them was intoxicating and I snuggled into his chest, the hair tickling my nose. I buried my nose into his left armpit, where the hair was longer and the musk stronger, mixed with warm sweat and the horsey stench of wild animals. Hmmm?

I looked up and we were now lying naked in the middle of a forest clearing. The afternoon sun was low in the sky and there was soft moss under our bodies. Ionas was resting his head on the flank of a centaur! The top half of the beast was Ionas as well. In his equine form, Ionas was even more muscular and imposing, and I stroked along his flank, admiring the firm and supple flesh under the hot skin. I wondered if centaurs had horse or human cocks.

“Come, I want to show you something,” human Ionas brought me out of my thoughts and pulled me up. Leaving his alter-ego behind, we exited the clearing and came to a beach at the edge of the sea. Gentle waves lapped at our feet as the fine white sand sifted between our toes. A warm sea breeze stirred, caressing our naked bodies.

“This is beautiful,” I sighed. “Where are we?”

“This is the Aegean Sea,” Ionas smiled. “I am from the island of Corfu. Welcome to my home.” He embraced me then, powerful muscles wrapping around me and pulling me into his fold, and I cuddled up to his chest where his hair rubbed against my own smooth chest. Our lips met in a tender kiss and our lips slid around each other for several minutes, tasting each other. The salty sea spray mixed with his spit, and I sucked it up like a nursing baby. Soon his muscular tongue came probing my mouth and I let him in, where he very deftly danced around my tongue and wriggled around me, stimulating my tongue in little-explored crannies, giving me more pleasure orally than even the best of days when I jerked off. I moaned loudly but was swallowed up by his cavernous mouth and questing tongue. Had Ionas gotten bigger?

I opened my eyes and Ionas was slightly taller now, but his muscles were impossibly huge and he was a massive hulk. With his powerful forearms alone he could probably crush me, but the gentleness with which he cuddled me made me feel safe and warm. So this was what it felt like to be with a Greek hero of yore. Ionas kissed me again and his facial scruff scraped across my face like sandpaper, igniting lusty sparks and making me want to rub myself on his face forever.

“Oh, Ionas! Oh fuck you’re so huge… so much power… I need your sex… fuck, fuck! Io!” I shouted and panted as he laid me down on the beach and crushed me into the sand with his heavy body. As seawater eddied around us, I was stimulated from behind by the fine sand, and smothered from the front by the Greek god. His mouth found mine again as we made out, my breathing getting shallower as I found myself being pressed further and deeper into the sand, and finally overtaken by the sea…

I woke up to the feeling of being cocooned. I was dry and naked on his bed, with Ionas hugging me. He was back to his normal self — still large and muscular actually — and my wrists were bound by leather thongs and held above my head. I shifted around and realized my ankles were bound too. I shifted around and found my cock too sensitive — the metal cock ring was replaced by a thin strip of leather and it was tied tight around my cock, making it engorged and purple. Nonetheless I was leaking like crazy; rubbing my cock against Ionas’s firm body carried my raw cock to the brink of pain. I looked at him.

“In ancient Greece, we don’t have so many boundaries when it comes to sex and the enjoyment of our bodies,” Ionas explained huskily. “We consummate our lust, and we have a deeper connection through sex. Male or female, or… others.”

I looked around. We were lying in the middle of a pile of flesh, made up of all sorts of mythological creatures: there were centaurs lying at the bottom of the pile, satyrs with their panpipes grabbing onto nubile naked nymphs and fucking them from both front and back; I could make out a basilisk slithering around all the bodies, even a minotaur somewhere with an erect, dripping cock grabbing onto three dryads. In between these squirming fantasical creatures were lying naked young men, all handsome and rugged and in the prime of their youth with athletic bodies, muscles bulging and skin shiny with slick and precum, sliding and writhing amongst the crazed pile of sex. Their cocks were all long and thick, erect and dripping, and they were either fucking someone or getting fucked sensuously, or both.

In the middle of all that pulsating sexual orgy was Ionas, hugging me tight. “Too much for you?”

I shook my head no. As much as I tried not to think of a minotaur goring me, I knew Ionas would keep me safe, even in my own fantasy. “As long as I’m with you, I’m fine.”

“Good, because I want to have you in every way possible,” Ionas’s eyes lit up with lust and they seemed to burn into my soul. I was being laid bare before this fiery Greek god, both physically and sexually. I was still tied up and powerless to escape any advances and he could do anything to me. I shuddered.

“Do you want me?” Ionas asked again. “Do you want me in every way possible?”

“Y-yes, my mas-m-Ionas,” I nearly slipped again! Was that my ultimate fantasy? To be used and abused? To submit to this virile masculine stud? “I want you to do me in every way… Ooh! Nnngh!!” Without warning, Ionas had already latched his teeth into my shaved pit. I was sweating buckets by now and he licked it up.

“Mmmm” Ionas smiled and bit down.

“AAHHH!! Unngh!” I rolled around in pleasure, my body lying on top of a pile of naked men being fucked by other men. My bound hands groped around for purchase and found the hairy hindquarters of a satyr, who was fucking into a nymph. The ripe, gamey smell that I had found on Ionas was multipled a hundred-fold, for it was emanating from virtually every body in the animalistic orgy. The smell rubbed off onto me, reminding me that we are all animals rutting for pleasure. Ionas started to lick and bite all over my biceps and pecs, gnawing hard on my nipples, descending down my abs. A young man started sucking on my toes, then licked his way up my calf and thigh, biting into my thigh muscle and causing me to spasm and spurt more precum. My cock was fully engorged, purple, and looked like an eggplant now.

“Ahh aahhh I-Ionas! Ackkk…” I was fumbling for words as Ionas spread my thighs and pushed my hands higher, laying my body bare and open for his hungry eyes. I was a helpless prey for this Greek lion. He licked his lips, then bent down and chewed all over my neck. I bucked around in pleasure; I was sure that by now my neck and my body looked like I was mauled by a horde of beasts. Ionas continued down my nipples, biting my obliques and sides, sending me writhing further into the pile of bodies. I felt naked flesh grind against my back, and furry limbs grazed my legs. Somebody was nudging his oozing horse cock at my ass.

Ionas bellowed. “Nobody touches his ass!!” The mountain of muscles shrank from him, but continued writhing in sexual contortion. “HIS ASS IS MINE!!” Ionas was towering above the mess now, his eyes hard, face radiant with fury. I leaked with lust at his power and possessiveness.

Ionas turned me over roughly as more bodies crawled to my side, the frenetic rhythm never faltering. He leaned down and inhaled my asshole. After all the sex and cum, I must smell rancid, but he just ‘hmmm’-ed and sighed. “Beautiful,” he said. “My fig. All for me.” Then he licked my hole.

“Aaaaarrrggh!!!” I shouted as his rough tongue rasped against my sensitive hole and sent sparks up my spine. “OH! Ohmygawd! I-Ionas I-I-I Oh god!” More rasping, more mindless moaning from me. My sore asshole wanted to withdraw from the rough treatment, at the same time it needed more of it. My ass couldn’t decide and it pulsed and clenched in rhythm with the multitude of rutting going on around me. I’d thought my hole would be a loose opening by now, after getting fucked by everything anyone could get their hands on, but apparently it was still ready for more, and throbbed with desperate need.

“Mm-mmmh-mmmnnh,” Ionas hummed happily as he ate out my hole. His lips closed around my opening as his teeth worried the puffy rim and his muscular tongue dug inside lewdly. I moaned at the intrusion, then felt a stream of hot liquid ooze down my intestines into Ionas’s mouth.

“Ah, everyone’s cum is inside you,” slurped Ionas, felching all the residual cum from the past several hours of nonstop fucking. I heaved and pushed more cum out. “Figs and cream. Delicious.” My mind was hazy with need as my asslips got bitten and licked like a fruit. I was slick and needy.

Then, Ionas’s mouth disappeared. I whined, wriggling my ass around to find it. A firm knob stopped me as it pressed against my hole. I gasped.

“Time to have you,” Ionas whispered in my ear, then plunged in inch by inch. The cum in my ass provided enough lubrication that his cock slid in smoothly, and my ass was already used to point where it was opening to welcome any long, thick object. As Ionas entered, I felt his foreskin rub around as it unfolded, and he rotated his pelvis such that the rim of his foreskin caught the inside of my rectum. I could feel it churning the membranes of my chute!

“Ooooh, I-Ionas, what is that…” I groaned, my chute becoming sensitive and clenching around his member. He pulled out an inch, then re-entered an inch. His foreskin was dragging along my insides. I felt like he was masturbating me from inside my rectum. I purred.

“Just my foreskin, it’s very sensitive you know,” Ionas hummed then continued to rub his foreskin inside my chute. He advanced it a few inches and it rubbed on my prostate. I bucked against him.

“OOHH! AAAAAAAAAHHH, ohmygawd, my-my nut!!” It felt like my prostate was on fire, as the membrane over it was rubbed raw, and now it was getting a sloppy treatment from Ionas. Ionas’s foreskin was not rough, but it was loose and it suctioned around my nut, digging into the soreness of my rectum, squelching around in my cum-coated crevice. All my consciousness was now focused on my G-spot. My mind went blank and fizzled out. I was one giant g-spot getting pleasured by a monster cock.

“Oooooooo Aaaaaaa Urrrgh unnnnnngh, nngh, mmmmmmph, aaaaaaaa” I was moaning loudly but it sounded faraway. The writhing bodies continued to fuck around me, and I looked down and saw a mouth clamp around my purple cockhead. A muscular young man was deep-throating me, and a shiver of pleasure coiled up my prostate. The mouth was soon replaced by a pussy belonging to a nymph. The loose cunt soothed my heated cock, and I felt juices and semen inside her dripping down my shaft. I was on edge, my sexual high getting nowhere as the pussy disappeared and was replaced by a young man’s asshole. He fucked back into me, just as Ionas’s ten-inch cock plunged fully in to the hilt. I screamed Ionas’s name.

“Ohmygawd!! IONAS IO IO IO aahhhhh NNNGH OH OH SHIT FUCKING FUCK!!” I was sure my prostate was now destroyed, there was so much pressure on it from Io’s hard battering ram. His foreskin was gripping my rectum and chewing it up, and his cock felt like it had penetrated my prostate and was fucking it from the inside. My nut went crazy, spasming and convulsing on its own, pushing me into a dry orgasm.

“OH FUCK! I-I need… need! gawd! I can’t cum!! OHMYGOD I’m gonna dieeeee FUUUUUCK!!…” A surge of adrenaline flooded my body as my mind sought release, my muscles spasming, my cock getting even more engorged. But I just couldn’t ride over the edge of the climax, Ionas and the orgy edging me along the sharp edge of pain-pleasure.

“That’s it, ride along, this orgy won’t end anytime soon,” Ionas’s breath was hot on my ear as his hard organ pushed me into the centre of the slimy, wet throbbing mass of sex below and around us. My cock was near bursting, but the leather thong was tied tightly at the base and stopped me from cumming. My purple head slid into another throat, then out, and into another hole, or pussy, or mouth. I was only aware that I had been sexually assaulted by every living thing in the orgy, my hands and ankles still tied up, submitting totally to the red-hot intensity of one giant edging fuck.

The smell of animalistic sex, cum and sweat permeated the air, and all I could hear were grunts, groans, moaning and shouts of ecstasy. Everything was too big, too intense, and everyone was squeezing past me in their mindless fucking, hot wet skin grinding roughly against me, different holes clasping around my urgent tumescence every other minute. I was stuck in the throes of passion, unable to cum, yet unable to stop.

“Aaaaaaaahhhh, aaaaaahhhh, nnnngh Ionas! PLEASE!! Please please fucking p-pleeaaase!!” By now I had no idea what I was begging for. Did I want release from this sexual overstimulation? Did I want this to continue forever? Did I need to go even higher?

“I’m not done with you,” laughed Ionas. He was suddenly in front of me now, facing me with his legs up around my waist, his hole sucking my cock in. My rigid tool was so tense and stretched that the skin felt like it was chafing and coming off as I entered the Greek god. The pleasure I felt was surreal, like I was inserting a rod of hot molten iron into a furnace, his receptacle perfectly sized to fit my burning fire. On instinct, I starting fucking into him with my rod, and his channel felt rough and icy cold, the pain and contrast making me gasp and clench. He shifted slightly and my cock hit another soft spot, and Ionas shouted and moaned as my cockhead attacked his p-button.

I kept up the fucking, lower my face into his pits, breathing in the primal smell, the stench of game mixed with earthy undertones and the musk of athletes, and the salty tang of sex and cum. I bit down and his plump muscles gave way as my mouth filled with sweet and savoury nectar, rejuvenating my sex drive, energizing my organ which surged with renewed fire. I devoured and drank all that the god had to give.

“Ohmygod, Ionas, I-I can f-fuck you forever,” I mouthed around Ionas’s nipple and hairy chest, tasting grime, sex and cum. “I-I wanna stay like this…. OH FUCK FUCK WHAT IS THAT?!”

I felt an intrusion in my anus as a long, flexible muscle slid in and groped around. I felt a mouth on the tip. Had the basilisk entered me? How long is the snake creature? I couldn’t move, and so I had to let the slithering creature crawl through me. Ionas was still moaning with my branding-iron of a cock inside his granite chute, and I was sore and raw all over. Whatever it was in my rectum twisted around, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through me. It started licking my prostate.

“Ah, lovely hole…” I heard Ionas’s voice faintly but I was too lost in my sexual frenzy to try and figure things out. I was just letting the orgy take me over. The lips kissing my prostate opened wide and engulfed my nut. The pleasure was too intense. I screamed as my G-spot got chewed up.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!” The leather bands tying up my wrists and ankles snapped open, and I pulled out of Ionas. He reached down to untie the leather thong on my cock. With the sudden release my orgasm finally got pushed over the edge.

“OOOH OHMYGOD AAAAHHH OH YESSSS YESSSSSS FUCK FUCK NNNNNNNNGGG SSSHIT HELL YEAH FUUUUUUCK” I was an endless stream of swearing and shouting as I came. The climax started from my fingers and toes first, and I felt like I was cumming through my digits. As my hands started to unravel and disappear in an endless river of cum, I felt my prostate get eaten alive. My ass and G-spot belonged to Ionas, and he was creating this massive writhing orgasm running through the mess of orgiastic bodies around me. My arms and legs left me as I continued to cum, and then I couldn’t feel my chest and abs anymore. Only my cock and my G-Spot were left and as the last bit of my prostate got devoured, the pressure mounted and my organ shot out in a colourful wash of fireworks. I exploded into a galaxy of cum, swirling around the cosmos, little molecules of me and cum suspended in a timeless void. I was one with sex, and Ionas was cumming with me.

“Oooooh!! I, I’m cumming AAAAGGHH!” Ionas’s cum sprayed all over me, filling up the universe, bathing my deconstructed body in it. I felt his essence fill up the void inside me, wrapping around every particle of my being. Sparks flew where our cum mixed, and clouds of jizz coalesced together. Then, it started raining down, and we spiraled back to Earth as cummy precipitation.

I gasped and opened my eyes. It was night time, and I was lying in an open grassy field, with heavy rain beating down on my naked body. I was drained beyond the ability to move or think, after having had sex of various varieties, fucking and getting fucked, for twenty-four hours straight. I felt movement beside me and turned my eyes. Ionas was lying beside me, his arms and legs wrapped around my body possessively. He nosed at my neck, and shifted his naked body around on the mud and grass. His giant cock was still oozing cum in between us. The smell of ozone and freshly-cut grass mixed with the smell of sweat and cum, and the heavy downpour only made our cum swirl around us in little white puddles.

“We… we’re filthy,” I remarked hoarsely.

Ionas hummed. “This is how sex with me is like. Primal, dirty, grinding you into the earth. I will take you apart, and fit you back together, like how the ancient titans rearranged the world.”

“That was some strong shit you gave me,” I said. “Did a snake crawl up my ass?”

“You’ll find out,” Ionas smiled, then reached over behind me and tugged at something in my ass. I felt a distension, then something huge popped out of my rectum. I was still feeling full, however. I reached back weakly with a trembling hand.

“Anal beads!” I exclaimed. “I thought it was a basilisk!”

“A wha…?” Ionas raised an eyebrow.

“And the orgy! There were men and nymphs and centaurs…” I felt like Alice in Wonderland now, returning to reality.

“Well, that probably was because we were having an orgy,” Ionas smirked, pulling out another globe from my ass. These were hardcore anal beads, as large around as a grapefruit. How many were there inside me?

“Oooohh!! NNNNMMMM” I moaned as the globe distended my hole deliciously, then popped out. There were more inside.

“Everyone from our floor was in our room,” Ionas continued. “Even Brianna. They were all fucking each other and fucking themselves on you, or deep-throating you. We were in the middle of that puppy pile, and you had sex with everyone.”

“S-so that was all them? OOOOHH” I bore down as another round ball exited my rectum. There was no pain, only pleasure, and my prostate was basically all fucked out and insensate now.

“Yup everyone literally had a piece of you, haha.” Ionas pulled out another ball as I moaned. I had regained some energy and started to wriggle around in the muddy grass and cum, as the rain started to let up. “You had fucked everybody up the ass and in the mouth. Brianna had you in her pussy many times and she had the longest and best orgasm of her life.”

I smiled. “Not even with Terry?”

“Terry was fucking her in the ass the whole time you were fucking her pussy,” Ionas explained. “That might be why it was so good.” I moaned loudly as another ball popped out. That seemed to be the last one, and I felt a gush of warmth as fluid flooded out my anus.

“Oh, and Colin and Brandon left a few gallons of piss inside you,” Ionas grinned. I groaned as I felt warm piss pour out of me. That was why i felt so full! The warm liquid was a welcome contrast from the cold rain, and my body tingled with contentment as I wallowed in cum, piss, grass and mud, stinking to high heaven but feeling the post-orgasmic buzz all through my body. Ionas held me close and we kissed deeply, his tongue gently probing my mouth.

“Hey! You fucking shitty filthy boys!” A familiar voice called out from above me. It was Jack! “I haven’t had a piece of your ass yet!”

I looked at Ionas. “Nope, Jack wasn’t in the orgy,” he shrugged. “Something about saving his ass for last.”

I ‘oof’-ed as Jack flopped down on my dirty back, splashing pee and cum everywhere. I felt his hard cock enter my loose hole and fuck around in the pool of piss there. I grunted as I leaked piss and cum onto him.

“Let’s take this back to our room,” Jack whispered in my ear. “We will sleep and eat in bed, then you’re gonna take my ass cherry, buddy.” My cock gave a happy jolt. My god. This was the best Halloween ever.

I tried to look like I was deep into studying the order forms on the desk in front of me as workers around me prepared to leave for the day. I had tried to establish over previous weeks that I was so assiduous involved in my work that it was natural for me to be the last to leave. I was keyed up inside but trying not to show it. One after the other the oil lamps on the desk were turned down and off until there were only two focuses of light in the large, dusty wood-paneled room–mine and that of the boss, Edmund Barrington, in his office beyond the end of the room, separated from the workers’ floor by a wide window of glass.

Increasingly, as the other workers left, I glanced up at him, finding that he simultaneously was looking out into the larger room–at me. The fewer there were of other workers still at their desks, the bolder he was in seeking me out with his eyes. It was like we were on some sort of wavelength of our own–connected by a special mutual interest. The thought of that made me shudder–the thought of sharing his interests–his fetishes–which increasingly I did, much to my mystification and at least partially to my concern. What we had wasn’t new to me; that it stopped short of the completion I was accustomed to was both exhilarating and frustrating.

As his glances at me became prolonged, I felt the heat building in me. I blushed and lowered my eyes under his gaze, which both I and he knew to be a signal of submission. I let one of my hands fall into my lap, where my fingers traced the engorging line of my shaft through the material of my trousers. I felt a spot of precum work its way through to the surface of the trouser material, quick, but frequent, release being an attribute of mine that I had seen as a fault, but that Barrington did not.

If anyone had said six months ago that I would perform the servicing Barrington demanded of me for any man, I would have said they were crazy. But I did it now willingly and, increasingly, wantonly and not only because he was the boss–the owner of the factory making gymnasium equipment for men’s health clubs, all the rage now in the final years of the nineteenth century. I did it also because I was drawn to him, mesmerized by what one man could do to another in the worship of the male tool–the male sword, the phallus, the penis, the shaft, the dick, the cock. No matter the word for it, it had become a fetish for me, as it already was for Edmund Barrington.

I reached for and ran my fingers up the base of the marble obelisk on my desk, a replica of the Washington Monument. Barrington had given it to me. The workers around me assumed it was just a souvenir from a trip to the nation’s capital. Edmund Barrington and I knew better, of course. We knew what it was in homage to.

I had once thought that orgasm reigned in the act of sex. To Barrington, though, it was phallus worship. And he had one worthy of worship.

I found Barrington was not looking away anymore. His gaze was steady on me, watching me finger the marble obelisk he’d given me. I reached over and turned my oil lamp down, watching the flame die, feeling the flame within me flare. With a sigh of anticipation, I rose from my desk and walked across the room, listening to the hollow sound in the large, high-ceilinged room, of my boots on the wooden floor, as I approached and then entered Barrington’s office. There were no words between us at that point. There didn’t need to be words. The weeks of resistance and then reluctance on my part were over now. They had been over for two weeks now. I would do anything he wanted of me, and it wasn’t just because he was the boss, the company owner, the man who paid me a good salary.

He also was a handsome, charismatic man. He epitomized his product–the robust health and muscular form promised to a successful Boston businessman, into his forties and fifties, if he spent an hour or more each day in a men’s health club exercising his body. Part of Barrington’s success as a supplier of gymnasium equipment and goods was that he insisted that all of his employees be representative of what more than an hour a day of vigorous exercise in a gymnasium could do to achieve and maintain the physical form of a Greek-statue.

I came up very close to where he was sitting, rolled out from behind his desk. I was within easy reach of him, as I knew he wanted me to be. Looking down on the blotter on his desk, I could see what he would want from me tonight. There, on a handkerchief sat a jar of the perfumed jell he preferred to use and, laid out neatly in rows, the graduated-size steel sounding rods.

I could see also, there being space–space enough for me to kneel in front of him–between the desk and where he had rolled his chair back, that he’d already unbuttoned himself and had his shaft out. It was unusually long, if not appreciably thick, and projected straight upward from the dark, curly pubic hair of his groin. He was in full erection. The freed phallus was an incongruous, but arousing sight, as otherwise he was fully dressed in a well-tailored gray-and-black-striped suit, complete with waistcoat and cravat. I knew I shortly would be naked and that both of us would be energized by the sensation of my naked body on his fully clothed one.

Wrapping one arm around the small of my back, he drew me close to him and laid his cheek on my belly. Instinctively one of his thumbs went to the wet spot on my crotch and rubbed the bulb of my cock through the material. Expressing pleasure at finding me already wet for him, he moved his mouth down to grasp my cock head through the material and suck at the wetness. He pulled the hem of my shirt out of my trousers and kissed where the crease of my lower belly descended into my groin on my right side. This allowed me to look down the line of my body to savor the view of him undoing my belt, unbuttoning my fly, flaring the front panels of my trousers, and to watch as my own cock, also erect, was freed and flung forward, straight out from my groin. I groaned and pushed my fingers through the luxuriant black hair on his head, reaching in and clutching his scalp, as I gasped at the feel of his fingers playing down the length of my shaft and pulling the foreskin back off my glans. His fingers glided along the sides of the phallus, worshipping it, as I knew was his fetish. I whimpered as he teased my urethra slit with the tip of one of his fingers.

Leaving that, he whispered, “I want you naked. I want to make you naked.”

Obediently, I pulled my suspenders off my shoulders, letting them fall to my sides, and he pushed my trousers and underwear down off my hips. I stepped out of them, leaving me in my leather boots and knee-high socks, held up with garters. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my back as he turned his face to my belly and licked and nipped the tender skin at my navel. His fingers were playing along the surfaces of my cock, making me rock hard. His mouth went lower and he was licking and closing his teeth on the sides of my cock and throbbing and causing me to moan and warn him in a quiet voice that I wasn’t far from coming.

He seemed to enjoy this–he always wanted me to come before him, and multiple times–and increased his teasing of my shaft rather than leaving off. I knew that I could come when I had to–that he enjoyed making me come in this way, that my quick and frequent releases weren’t a disadvantage with him. While he continued to teeth the side of my cock, his hand cupped the tip of the shaft and his fingers continued to press on the edge of the foreskin, pushing it to below the rim of the bulb. The fingers tightened and flexed in rhythm, and, with a groan, I shot my first load into his cupped hand. With a laugh, he raised the hand, and I licked my cum off the palm and then took each finger, in succession, in my mouth, sucking on it.

“Now me. On your knees,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, and I sank between his thighs on my knees and took the side of his cock in my mouth and teethed it, as he had done with mine. I also pushed the foreskin of the shaft back as he had done. But I’d taken a gob of the jell up with my fingers as I had come down on my knees and I slathered that on his glans and worked the lubricated bulb with my fingers as he lay back in his chair and moaned. I could feel his thighs trembling. He was holding my head between his hands, his fingers running into my blond curls, rhythmically pressing and releasing pressure on my skull in the pleasure I was giving his shaft.

“Now. The rods,” he whispered. Reaching behind me I took up the thinnest of the steel rods and slathered it in the jell. Then, my head resting on his thigh with the long shaft in front of my face and two fingers of my left hand imprisoning the root of his shaft between them, I held the penis steady and perfectly upright and positioned the tip of the rod at his urethra entrance. I slowly started to insert it into the channel of his phallus. He gasped and sighed and groaned as I buried the rod and twirled it slightly.

When I’d inserted the third, slightly longer and thicker rod, he bade me stop and extract it. Precum came out with it. “I want to rise higher before I release,” he muttered. “Dock them.”

I placed the rod with the others on the desk blotter and stood and came down into his lap, facing him, my thighs resting on his. Our cocks lay against each other’s, mine on top of his. Briefly, Barrington held the cocks together in a bundle and stroked them together lightly. He was still erect and throbbing. I was becoming erect again.

“Lean back. I’ll do it,” he muttered, and I arched my torso back to the desk and supported myself on my elbows on the desktop. I watched down the line of my naked body to his clothed one as he put the tips of the two cocks together, pulled his foreskin over the bulb of my cock and began to stroke them together. We were both panting hard, but I was breathing more heavily than he was and moaning more deeply. That was exactly how Barrington wanted it. He had magnificent control. I, the neophyte, did not. He wanted me to cum again–he enjoyed it when I came multiple times before he did. He stroked more vigorously, my cock head rubbing against his, both confined in the foreskin of his cock and the pressure of his stroking hand.

With a cry, I came again, my cum burbling out of the docked cock heads. He laughed, and I came off the desk with my elbows and pressed my chest into his, flinging my arms around his neck. Our mouths met and we kissed hungrily. I could feel that he was rigid, tense, and ready to blow. Knowing what he wanted, I pressed my feet into the floor on either side of the chair and lifted my pelvis enough for him to slide his cock under my cock and balls to where it was rubbing along my perineum. He placed the palm of a hand in my sternum, coaxing me to lean back, supported by his other arm around the small of my back. His lips went to my nipples, where he licked and nipped, as he slid his cock back and forth across my perineum, under my cock and balls. The pumping increased as did the heavy panting of both of his and his little cries of pleasure.

He ejaculated between my thighs, just as he loved to do. He hadn’t entered my anal channel. He probably never would. He enjoyed everything but anal penetration. Increasingly, I had adjusted to this, lost in the inventiveness of this muscular man taking me to the heights and beyond in multiple ejaculations short of the ultimate, fully possessing act of one man with another.

As I was dressing, he said, “I want you to be available to my needs on Saturday night.”

“Of course,” I answered, surprised that he had shown any hint of asking rather than flatly telling me I would be his to demand on Saturday night. I was available to him whenever he wanted to use me.

“We are producing enough that I want to expand beyond Boston. I have an important buyer coming in from New York who I will be entertaining that night–who I want you to entertain as well.”

Ah, I thought.

“We are somewhat like minded–members of a club of sorts. He is interested in ‘everything but,’ as I am, but perhaps is a little more forceful, rougher than I am. I want you to make him pleased. Will you–?”

“Whatever pleases you,” I said. I admit to having been somewhat apprehensive, though. He had never indicated that I would have a choice before–or that I might want to say no to something, to anything short of full possession of my body. I couldn’t know what being more “rough” would entail. Regardless, I couldn’t really say no.

* * * *

The dining room at Young’s Hotel was so impressive and so far above my station in life, that, in order not to appear to be a country bumpkin with my gawking at the honeycombed, low-slung coffered glass ceiling, or the burgundy-painted wainscoting with the gold wall covering above, and the back-lit stained-glass semicircles of the stained glass above the windows, I sank into my chair and remained subdued.

My shyness and reticence continued when Mr. Barrington gestured and said, “That’s him,” when a tall, beefy, florid-faced man with a riot of gray-streaked red hair and mutton chop whiskers appeared at the maître d’ station across the dining room, next to a huge fireplace. The man must have been six and a half feet tall and over two-hundred and fifty pounds, although the poundage was well-distributed on his large frame other than the distinctive paunch of a belly. He was dressed elegantly in an expensively tailored gray and black pin-stripe suit.

Barrington rose from the table, gave me a look that had me on my feet as well, and caught the attention of the imposing figure of a man from across the dining room. The man’s eyes shifted from Barrington to me, and he produced a smile with his thick, red lips. I caught a slight look of lust in his hooded eyes before he recovered, directed his full attention to Barrington, and put on the mask of the successful businessman meeting for a business dinner.

We remained standing as he approached us. Both Barrington and he extended hands and shook and blustered about the hotel setting and that it was raining out on the street and that the man had had a devil of a time finding a carriage to bring him back to the hotel from another business meeting like they were long-time acquaintances, although my understanding was that they had no more than a passing acquaintance. That, of course, proved to be a false impression.

“This is a young associate of mine, Horace, Neal Drummond. If you choose to order equipment from us for your men’s gymnasiums in New York, you will be working with Neal–if, of course, it pleases you to work with him. This is Horace Crowley, Neal. He owns four men’s health establishments in New York.”

Of course I’d already learned who Horace Crowley was and what he owned in New York City–and how much he was worth. I knew that he was fifty-one years old too, but he appeared to be a far more robust man in the flesh–and quite a lot of flesh there was, although, barring his generous paunch, it seemed more muscle than fat.

“Mr. Crowley was once a champion boxer,” Barrington said in way of an explanation of how he’d risen to own gyms.

Crowley turned to look at me for the first time since he’d approached the table, and even now he seemed almost to be looking past me. I didn’t see the spark of interest in his eyes that I’d seen when he’d first entered the dining room. “And do you partake of the gym as well, Master Drummond? Are you a boxer as well?”

“Neal was a gymnast,” Barrington said, “weren’t you, Neal? He competed collegiately in the high bar and the rings. I only employ former athletes. I want them to be thoroughly knowledgeable of the equipment me provide.”

“Do you?” Crowley said, nearly sniffing in the air. “That seems a good idea. Shall we order?” He sat down at the table, giving me no further notice and turned his attention to the menu. I felt a sense of dismissal. If Barrington had brought me along to impress the man–or, more, to arouse him and excite him at the prospect that I would service him–the effort seemed to have fallen flat. He seemed more interested in the menu than anything else, and he ordered enough food for the three of us and tucked into it with relish and a bit of crudeness, talking equipment and prices with Barrington with food coming out of his mouth and dribbling down into the edges of his mutton chops.

Given the wine list, he ordered beer. He gave me the impression of a crude glutton, which made me shudder at the thought of how he would be as a sex partner. I almost didn’t regret that I didn’t seem to appeal to his arousal.

I had also felt the dismissal in his use of “Master” rather than “Mr.” when he addressed me. I was just another low-ranked, wet-behind-the-ears employee to him. He had no interest in me other than a name and an address to send his order vouchers too–if he decided to buy our equipment or to permit me to be his contact with the company. This brought me to the worry of whether his business was so important to Barrington that my boss would cultivate and train another young man in my stead to serve both him and Crowley. My task, of course, was to swallow my disgust and make sure that didn’t happen.

I was wrong in that assessment, though. Crowley was interested in me, I just didn’t rank as high in his priorities as food or business. By the coffee service he had been satiated in terms of his higher priorities, and he, at last, turned his attention to me, as if he only now was aware I was in the room, and I saw that hooded-eye look of lust return to his eye.

“You are a fine figure of a young man, Neal,” he said, his voice both heavy with sensuality and hard, commanding, in full control. “A gymnast, you say. A gymnast relies on flexibility. Have you retained that from your college days, Neal? Will you bend for me and not break? Will you pleasure me in taking you to the edge of being broken?”

His hand had come over to my knee under the deep-flowing table cloth and I winced at the strength of his grip. I didn’t quite know how to answer that and was still searching for words, when Barrington answered for me.

“He will give you whatever pleasure you seek, Horace. He has become my favorite.”

“Your favorite?” Crowley asked in a voice of disbelief. “You prefer him over Johnny Boy? I haven’t seen Neal here on club nights. You say he is good at the ‘everything but’?”

“Very good, Horace. It’s the aura of innocence he brings to the servicing that sets him ahead of Johnny Boy–plus his body is delicious. Johnny Boy has become jaded. And Neal here is more athletic. You will find he will bend for you very nicely. But if you wish to break him–”

“And the lash? Will he take the whip?”

“He has not had the lash. You will be the first.”

“But he will take it?” Crowley asked insistently. He was looking at me, but again it was Barrington who answered.

“Yes, he will take it.” I lowered my face in submission.

I shuddered at the thought of that. Barrington had told me that that would be involved with this prospective client, and I reiterated that Barrington was the boss and I’d do as he bid. But I shuddered at the thought. And I could feel in the tremble of the grip on my knee that Crowley was shuddering too. The obvious difference was that I trembled from anticipation and fear and this florid mountain of a man trembled from the anticipation of personal pleasure.

“Are we finished here?” Crowley’s question came out almost in a growl. It didn’t seem like he was finished here, his hand was higher on my inner thigh, a thumb rubbing against the bulb of my cock through the material of my trousers. He was making me wet, and I knew my trousers would be spotted. I glanced around at the other tables, but no one seemed to notice that he had his hand under the table and his arm unnaturally extended. Anyone observing us could follow the line of his extended arm to where my lap, hidden under the table cloth, was.

“I would like to get to the dessert you promised me,” he said. “I wish to use this young man now.”

Barrington must have seen the resulting expression of slight consternation on my face, as he was staring at me, willing me to do something. This suddenly was moving very fast. Crowley’s fingering of my cock through my trousers was near to making me come. I didn’t know what Barrington wanted me to do, but my body involuntarily answered the call. With a shudder, my legs went to putty and parted and Crowley’s hand cupped my basket briefly, no doubt taking that as surrender. I came in my trousers, wetting them. And, smiling, Crowley removed his hand.

I lowered my face again in a submissive gesture and when I looked up, I saw that he’d taken his hand away and had his thumb in his mouth–the thumb that had brought the cum out of my cock and soaked a spot in my trousers. He smiled licentiously at me. I returned a somewhat weaker smile and lowered my eyes again.

“If you don’t want another cup of coffee, we can be finished here,” Barrington said. “If you have the time and inclination, we can show you our line of equipment–at one of our showrooms–a very private showroom.”

“Take me there,” Crowley answered in a low, hoarse voice.

“I have a carriage waiting for us outside.”

In the carriage, Barrington sat next to us in the darkness of the rear compartment, holding my trousers and underdrawers in his hand, as I sat in Crowley’s lap, facing forward, his cock out of his trousers, Crowley was otherwise fully dressed, and stroking up and down the small of my back, while he cupped my chin in one hand, pulling my face around for an exploration of my mouth cavity by his tongue, while he stroked off my shaft with the other hand. I could tell from the feel of his cock that he was massive, both in length and girth.

I came for him again, splashing my cum onto the back of the partition between our compartment and the driver, which seemed to please Crowley greatly. Barrington had told me early in our practice of “everything but” that the controller enjoyed it more if the submissive ejaculated frequently while the controller held himself in check for a final flourish. In this regard, Barrington said Crowley was like him.

“He comes nicely,” Crowley said as he pushed me off his lap, tucked his own cock away, and buttoned his fly.

“And frequently,” Barrington responded, “as I told you he would.”

* * * *

“Bravo, such grace,” Barrington called out.

“Beautiful,” Crowley chimed in. “His body is superb. Such flexibility. I can’t wait to use him.”

I had demonstrated a routine on the high bar to begin with and now had done some flips on the rings. I was a bit rusty, but as I was doing the exercises naked and the two men were swigging bourbon, that didn’t seem to matter much to them. They both were fairly salivating at what this was building up to.

Crowley stood and came to me as I hung from the rings. He was nearly as naked as I was. He was wearing some sort of black leather chaps that left his low-hanging cock and balls exposed and a black leather hood, with eyeholes, that came down just as far as his nose in front. He cut an imposing figure. Heavy he was, with a beer belly on him, he was imposingly muscular too. His pecs were hard and he was covered with curly red hair–a thick thatch across his chest that descended into a riot of curly hair at his groin from which a mammoth, thick cock rose in an angry-looking upcurved erection. His back, thighs, and forearms were similarly covered in hair. His complexion was ruddy, his legs muscular, his biceps bulging. The whole package came together to resonate “master.”

He was an animal in both his looks and how he subsequently used me.

He came to me as I hung off the floor on the rings and encircled my waist in his strong embrace. Kissing my belly and tonguing my navel, he growled, “Hang your legs on my shoulders,” and when I did, he kissed down into my pubes, took my cock in his mouth, and sucked me to an ejaculation. Suspended there in air, I moved my hips, fucking his face. He took my cum in his throat and then sucked hard on my bulb until, moaning deeply at his insistent demand of more from me, I gave him a secondary ejaculation. My balls already were beginning to ache from the draining.

This was more than Barrington had done with me–and this was fine. If this was the extent of it, it would be fine, I thought. But of course he wasn’t done with me. I didn’t kid myself that he would be. He pulled me off the rings and took me over to a piece of equipment I’d never seen before. I’d looked at it when we’d entered the windowless chamber and tried to figure out how it was used in exercise.

It wasn’t used in exercise. It was built for testing sex. It was one of the “everything but” club’s devices that Barrington had brought out for this visit. This was where my flexibility was to come in as well as Crowley’s taking me to the edge of being broken.

The contraption was in somewhat of a saw horse configuration, with the small of my back lying on a thick, wide pad on the top and me bent over either side, my ankles initially lashed to the spread legs of the device on one side and my wrists to the spread legs of the device on the other side. Using this configuration, Crowley worked our penises for a while, as Barrington, dressed, but his cock out and being stroked, sat at the sidelines and watched. Standing over and below me, Crowley frotted our cocks for a while, bundling them and stroking them. Then he docked them for a while, as Barrington had done in his office previously. Crowley made the cock heads kiss and then he folded his foreskin over my bulb and stroked the cocks until I came, my cum burbling out around the edges of his foreskin, my balls tender and aching from the demand to produce ejaculate.

He knelt then and cleaned my glans with his tongue, but from there, he became rougher, sucking on my bulb hard, while he distended and squeezed my balls to hear me scream and enjoy my writhing against my bonds on the horse. He bit the sides of my cock and sucked my ball sack hard, laughing at my unheeded cries for mercy.

“Yes, let me hear your passion–your distress,” he growled.

I didn’t hold back.

“Yes, yes, punish me. Take me hard!” I cried out, knowing that was what Barrington wanted me to say, at least halfway wanting it. Wanting to know how much harder I could get, how much I could give before breaking. The rumbling I could hear from deep in Crowley’s throat told me I was giving him what he wanted from me.

Eventually, he grew tired of this and moved around to my head, stopping at one side of me, forcing his cock into my armpit and stroking it there. Coming around to my head, he slapped me on the face, biceps, and shoulders with his cock and rubbed it on my cheeks, encouraging me to open my mouth to it. Instinctively, and exhausted, I turned my face away, but, with a laugh, he forced my mouth open by sticking the fingers of both hands in it and spreading my mouth.

“Yes, fight me. It will do you no good, but fight me.”

With a groan, I collapsed and made a big O of my mouth. He was right; there was no fighting him. He slid his cock inside deep enough for me to gag and, laughing, he face fucked me for several minutes, as he held my head stationary by cupping my cheeks on either side with his big hands and stroking them with his thumbs. As he face fucked me he whispered in what should have been a soothing tone, but wasn’t, all the things we wanted to do to my body.

He didn’t come, though. For that–his first of two ejaculations, with me coming twice as often–he came around to below me again, released my ankles, hooked my legs on his hips, slid his cock under my balls and stroked between my thighs and under my balls, stroking my cock with his hand, and timing our release so that we came together. Long before we ejaculated, my legs turned to trembling putty, cramping up, the right one supported against his waist under his arm, and the left one just falling away to the floor.

When he’d brought us both to release, he left me there, bent backward and trussed to the apparatus as he went back to Barrington to recharge and to discuss their deal for a gym equipment order.

He wasn’t finished with me, though–not by a long shot. With Barrington’s help, he released me from the apparatus only to hang me from the rings again, this time my hands and wrists bound to the rings so that I couldn’t escape them.

Barrington brought out a multithonged leather hand whip and went back to sitting, watching, licking his lips, and stroking his cock, as Crowley whipped me. He didn’t lash me hard enough make me unconscious, but hard enough for it to sting, raise welts, and bring out a trickle of blood on my back, buttocks, thighs, belly, and chest, as I twisted in the wind and groaned, moaned, and, occasionally cried out.

I also, embarrassingly, got very hard, as did Crowley, and as closely as I could see, Barrington. Crowley stopped from time to time to run his fingers over the welts, bounce my shaft with a flick of the whip handle, frot our cocks together, nibble on my nipples, and kiss my body all over. I was just hanging there, moaning, when he dropped the whip, stood behind me, and started running the underside of his cock up and down between my buttocks cheeks, rubbing again and again across my hole.

For the first time during my association with Barrington and his fetish, I was feeling the sensations of wanting a man inside me. I had no more cum to give, which caused my attention to go to my rippling, clutching channel walls. They wanted to be filled, possessed by a throbbing cock. I was drained but not fulfilled.

I had been fucked anally before. But I hadn’t felt the aching desire for it before during one of these “everything but” sessions. My hole puckered and grabbed at his cock as it rubbed up and down, between my buttocks cheeks, pressed together by his hands gripping them on the side and raising and lowering my pelvis in countermotion to his stroking cock. I felt my channel opening, wanting him, even as thick as he was.

I murmured something.

“What was that?” he asked in a low voice.

“Please, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please. Put it in me. Fuck me.”

He laughed and slapped my buttocks on each side, but I could feel his bulb pause at my hole. My sphincter muscle convulsed, trying to reach out and grab the cock head and pull it inside.

“Please,” I whimpered. He had reached around and fisted my cock and was stroking it.

“Come for me again and we’ll see,” he whispered in my ear.

With effort I gave him a weak ejaculation. I’d already come too much in the evening. My balls ached dreadfully from the milking.

He came then too–but not inside my channel. He slid his cock up my crack and came on the small of my back.

He put his mouth to my ear and whispered a few sentences. I was still moaning, both from the low-level pain I felt from what I’d been put through and from the incompleteness, for me, of the sex. I wanted a cock inside me, churning. I wanted everything. Not everything but.

The two men disappeared. Only Barrington came back.

“Where is he?” I asked, almost whining. I still had hopes he would finish me. I knew Barrington wouldn’t do that for me.

“He’s gone. I put him in the carriage to return to the hotel. It will come back for us and I’ll drive you home. Are the welts too painful? Here I have some salve.”

He released me and sat me down on a bench and gently dressed the welts with the salve. They stopped hurting almost immediately. “You did very well,” Barrington said as he worked. “We have a big contract for equipment and a promise of more orders. He wants you to deliver the equipment to New York when it’s ready. Will you do that? He will, of course, use you again then.”

“Yes, of course,” I murmured. “You’re the boss I’ll do whatever you want” . . . even though, I wanted to add, I want more than this now. I wanted it all.

Barrington was babbling on as I was assessing what Crowley had whispered in my ear before leaving me. “I want more too,” he had whispered. “Come to work for me in New York. I’ll pay you more than Barrington does. I’ll give you a higher position. I’ll take care of you better. And I’ll give you everything. You want me to fuck your ass? Come work for me in New York.”

Could I trust him? Would he give me what I wanted or just continue to take what he wanted and leave me unfulfilled? Could I go beyond “everything but” with Barrington? Crowley was thicker and longer–and his cruelty took me to new heights of arousal. But could I trust him to take care of me? It was something I needed to think about.

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He grabbed me from my back and pulled me towards him, “I can’t tell u how hard I wanna fuuuckk u, babe”, he whispered in my ears, a slight moan escaped my lips as I felt his enormous bulge in his denims rubbing on my ass. “I want to do u right here right now”, he whispered again biting my ears, I felt a jolt of extreme pleasure, nd I moaned quiet loud, enough for people around me to notice. I realized, standing in a line for a late night movie is not the right place to be like this.

I tried to free myself but his grip was quiet strong and he had started to dry hump on my ass, I could feel his big cock on my left ass cheek, poking. With a quick jolt I freed myself and turned and whispered “behave RAGS, we are at a public place”. He looked angry, he grabbed my elbow pushed me towards him and said, “I will fuck u real hard for this, don’t try to teach me or will tear ur ass right here right now”, he was quiet audible and people started to look at us. I jolted my hand and ran from there, towards the exit feeling flushed. I could feel his eyes  burning on my back but I wanted to get away from him.

These animalistic and rough qualities, were the main reason I was with him, I loved the way he fucked me, raw, rough and pretty hard. We had alots of cloth tearing, animalistic sex,  he used to tear my clothes and force himself in my ass without any lube or anything, it hurt like hell but the pleasure was worth it.

But since last few days, he had been doing all dat in public, touching me, groping me treating me as his property and I didn’t liked that and that was the reason I wanted t get away from him but my love or lust, whatever it was, for him never let me be away from him.

I reached to my car running, in the parking lot, and realized he had the keys,  and when I was thinking of how to get away from the deserted parking lot before he comes, out of nowhere, he pushed me on the hood of my car arching my back, and grabbed me from behind, and said “u made a mistake babe, ur ass will pay for it, very badly” and in an instant he grabbed my black tshirt from my neck and tore it, leaving my chest and nipples exposed to the cold night wind. I tried to struggle, but his front was forcing my back . With one hand he grabbed my hair and pushed it towards his face, and with another he pinched my nipples. I was in lot of pain, when he whispered in a warning tone, “that’s it babe u r done struggling now, m gonna fuck u nd u will take it, like d bitch u r, otherwise u know how brutal I could be”, even though I was enjoying the roughness, my cock was hard and pressed to my car’s hood, I tried once more to break free and screamed at him, “let me go, I don’t want u near me anymore…..plzzzzz”, “oh u want it babe, u want it badly, otherwise u won’t be resisting it, I know how much u love the animal in me”, and with that he let og of my nipple and started unbuckling my denims.

I guess he was right, i loved him being animal, and remembering his roughness and wildness, I let myself loose. He forced my pants down and grabbed my hard cock and started squeezing it. That felt like a current all over my body. He let it go and unzipped himself and started rubbing his huge thick cock on my bare ass, a moan filled with pleasure, escaped my mouth, “oh yeah babe”, he said I could feel his devilish grin and then with in a sudden force he forced his cock in me, hard rough and very brutally, I literally screamed, but he covered my mouth with his hands. The pain I was experiencing could not be put in words. It was like he was tearing me apart, and he was literally tearing me apart and suddenly, he took his whole cock out giving me a chance to have a breath and then forced it in again with double force, I bit his hands on my mouth and that made him more wild, and he started to fuck me wildly with big strokes. With every stroke I could feel my legs went up in air, I realized I was on his mercy nw and he was not going to show me any mercy. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pain and it seemed he was enjoying it , grunting like an animal, he said, “oh babe u r soooooo tight, I can….fuck…you….allll….night” with every word he rammed his cock in me wildly. I was literally crying in pain, but it seemed I was enjoying it too.

And suddenly he became too wild started to fuck me brutally, spanking my ass hard and calling me dirty names, the pain seemed to be subsided and I got used to his size. I also started moaning loudly, my legs were in the air my cock was rubbing on the cold metal of my car, sandwiched between my abs and the hood, the friction itself was giving me pleasure and then I could not control and I came on the hood of the car, with a loud scream and watching me he increased his speed and soon started to grunt like an animal and came in me, it seemed his cum would never stop ejaculating, the hot feel of his seed made me feel like a slut and the cum started to drip out of my asshole on my legs, panting heavily he collapsed on me. I could smell his masculine sweaty body which I loved.

After few minutes, he pulled himself out with a stream of cum flowing out of my ass and spanked me, and said “good babe, here take ur keys, I will meet u tomorrow, gn “, and with that he threw the keys towards the car and left. I was still, standing there with my bare ass, cum flowing out pants down, and with torn clothes. I could still feel the pain although it felt like something part of me was missing but I felt as if I wanted more. By the time I gathered myself, he was gone, I pull my pants up threw my tshirt and went in the car I could still see the cum on the hood of my car, I left it there and drove away, feeling the pain in my ass, my nipples and my body and looking forward for the next time.

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SEEING RED

By Simon Traum

“Come on in,” Zark tells Billy, his deep Arkansas twang coming out in his excitement.  “Sorry, but I gotta run.  Pete just called, wants me to drive out to meet him at his restaurant.”

     “Pete, huh?  Are you getting another job or are you getting laid?”

     “Sheeit, who cares which?”  Zark grins big and flexes his huge arms.  “I’ve had the hots for Pete since we met him.  He can hire me or fuck me if he wants.”  He seizes Billy in his enthusiasm, crushing him in a powerful bearhug.  “I’d bring ya along, but he didn’t say which it is.  Look, hang out if ya want.  I might be back in under an hour, if it just comes to fillin’ out paperwork.  Red’s here.”

     “Oh.”  Despite his attempt to hide it, Billy’s disappointment is obvious from his tone.

     Red, or Donny, is Zark’s latest flame.  Billy, on principle, dislikes all of Zark’s other lovers, but that hasn’t stopped him from playing with them himself occasionally.  Billy and Red mistrusted each other on sight.  An aggressive, souring tension hangs between them, like an electrified spiderweb, waiting to snare anyone unwary enough to get in their range.  Oil and water.  They both wish Zark wasn’t seeing the other one.

     “Yeah, I know, y’all don’t get along,” Zark drawls, then drops his voice, confidentially.  “Hey, he’s feelin’ a little let down right now.  Pete’s call just came out of nowhere when the two of us were hangin’ out.  Can ya do me a favor, keep him here as long as you can?  There’s no liquor in the place, so he’ll be okay.”

     “He don’t listen to a thing I tell him if we’re not at work,” Billy points out, not looking forward to even seeing the guy, let alone keeping him company.  “How am I supposed to keep him here?”

     “Try kissin’ him.  Look, I’ll be back as soon as I can.  Thanks, babe!”  Zark slides his arms around Billy’s shoulders, quickly drawing him into a passionate kiss.  Billy springs a rod instantly as their tongues lick one another.

     Zark draws back, pecks Billy on his stubbly neck, pats him on the butt and is gone out the door before Billy realizes he’s started breathing hard.

---

Zark practically flies out of the apartment.  He and Billy met Pete Simpson, a guy who owns a fair chunk of the bars and restaurants in the downtown area, about two weeks back. 

     It was early on a Friday evening when the bar wasn’t quite open.  Most of the staff hadn’t showed up yet.  Billy was getting radios and batteries organized while Zark waited around in his black SECURITY t-shirt until he could become useful.

     Pete walked in, flashed his gaze around the deserted, cavernous, ugly-lighted room.  Zark’s attention was riveted.  Who was this?  The guy was big, broad across the shoulders with the kind of barrel-shaped torso that Zark really likes.  He looked in his late 40’s, had mousy brown hair, furry, nicely-developed forearms, and a clean-shaven, sleepy-eyed, handsome face that made him look to Zark like a sheepdog.

     The man saw Zark staring, and made a beeline for him before he could pretend to be looking somewhere else.

     “Howdy,” the man said as he came to a stop in front of the Zark’s big blond bulk and stuck out his hand.  “I’m Pete Simpson.”

     “Glad ta meet you.  I’m Zark.”  His heart beat faster as their hands met, squeezing.  “That’s Billy over there.”  Billy looked up briefly at the sound of his name and grunted, absorbed in the mess in front of him.

     “Zark, huh?”  Pete wasn’t letting go.  His palm was warm, verging on hot.  “Haven’t heard that one before.  You’re a damn big guy.”  It was true.  At almost seven feet tall and built solid as a bull-necked, brick shithouse, Zark hears this kind of thing a lot, but he digs it more when it comes from a guy he likes.  He felt like he could purr.  Pete gave his palm another hard squeeze, then took his hand back.  “Is your boss around?  We were supposed to meet earlier and I had some complications.”

     “Upstairs,” Zark indicated the elevator set into the opposite corner.  “You know the way up?”

     “Yep,” Pete chirped at him.  “I’ll just run on up then.  By the way, how many nights a week do you work here?”

     “Just Fridays and Saturdays.  Sometimes Sunday.”

     “Would you be interested in picking up extra work during the week?  I need another security guy for one of my places.  Wouldn’t interfere with this.”

     “Sure,” Zark responded.  His cock started to pound at the thought of seeing more of Pete.  He couldn’t help smiling.

     Pete smiled back at him, handed him his card and disappeared behind the sliding elevator door.

     “Damn, I’d like to get him on top of me,” Zark murmured.

     “Focus, buddy,” Billy told him, handing him his radio for the night. 

     Zark called Pete the next day, but there wasn’t a position ready for him yet.  Pete said he’d stay in touch, let Zark know when he was needed.

     Frankly, Zark could use the extra income, but he’d gladly bypass it entirely for a chance of getting Pete’s clothes off.  He’s driving with a hard-on down his pantleg.

---

Red and Billy sit on opposite sides of the room, eyeing each other suspiciously.  Billy’s still sporting a residual erection in his jeans, but he sits at an angle with his knee blocking the view so the other man won’t notice.  He’s not entirely sure why he’s doing that.  Red’s not a bad-looking guy.  Short, compactly-muscular, blue-eyed blond with a broken nose and a sullen attitude.  Tight black t-shirt and frayed blue jeans.  Little punk, not even thirty yet.  Kid’s got the demeanor of an abused puppy, but he bites.  Don’t know what Zark sees in him, but Zark sure likes him.  Must be good in bed.

     Billy, for his part, is tall, broad, dark-bearded and dark-eyed.  He and Zark have been scratching one another’s itches for a couple of years now, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to Billy, if he could just cure Zark of bringing home his strays. 

     Billy supposes impulsively hiring Red as extra security at Trask’s, the bar he and Zark work at on the weekends, hasn’t exactly sent a message that the kid should get lost.  Billy remains unsure why he did it, it’s not as if he likes the moody little psycho, but Red’s been no trouble at work so far.  Sober, he’s as dependable as he is a loose cannon when he drinks.  And he only throws his stupid attitude at Billy when he’s off the clock.  Otherwise, no one’s had any cause to complain.  The staff definitely like him much better as an employee than they did as a patron, when he tended to get arrested a lot.  His newly disciplined behavior in the bar has been a big hit.

     On his own time, it’s a different story.  “Look,” the kid begins defensively, “I’m just waiting for Zark to come back, okay?  You don’t have to babysit me.”

     “Hey, I just got here,” Billy shrugs, defensive himself.  “I didn’t know he was leaving so soon.  Give me a minute to decide what I’m doing!”

     What Billy was going to do was see if Zark wanted to spark the pre-rolled Billy’d just acquired, and maybe spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on each other’s cocks.  Nix to that, though.  Zark’s flown, and Billy thinks he probably shouldn’t smoke weed in front of a recovering, but still problematic drunk.

     On the other hand, he considers, the tension between them is getting downright uncomfortable.  The kid’s pissing Billy off, to be blunt.  He can’t think of one good reason for Red to be this hostile any time they’re not at work.  It’s not impossible to imagine them coming to blows at these close quarters.  He knows he’d fuck the kid up if they did, but Zark might never forgive him.

     Ahh, what the hell, he decides.  The blond stares uncomprehending daggers at him as Billy digs the package out of his back pocket, crosses to open a window, and has it lit before the other man says anything.

     “That what I think it is?”

     “Depends.”  Billy pulls the smoke into his lungs, blows out the window.  “What do you think it is?”

     Red stands up as he says, “I think I recognize the smell.”

     “Want some?”  Billy’s dark eyebrows dart up.  “There’s too much for me.  I was gonna see if Zark…”

     Red’s quickly crossed the room to the window.  He takes the joint from Billy, inhales deeply and holds it in.

     “You look like you’ve done this before,” Billy observes drily.

     “Been a while,” Red admits, exhaling, then gets a suspicious look on his face.  Is Billy making fun of him?  He sounds more defensive as he adds, “Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t done before.”

     “Except take dick, right?”  Billy takes a drag.  “Zark told me.”  There’s a beat of silence.

     Red shrugs.  “I don’t like it.  Doesn’t mean I don’t like guys.  Zark likes me fuckin’ him.”

     “Yeah, I bet he does.”  Zark likes anybody fucking him, Billy decides not to say.  “Least you’re doin’ it here now, instead of the bar.”

     “Yeah,” Red smiles lewdly.  He’s loosening up.  Billy hands him the burning cylinder again, hoping to draw him further out.  Red’s got a magnetism to him when he’s not anxious or nervous.  Billy’s seen it sometimes at work, where Red’s got more than a few admirers.  He’s getting into the same space now, and it’s very attractive.  Is he feeling the high?

     “You’re cute,” Billy suddenly blurts in an attack of freshly-stoned honesty.  He feels his ears flushing with blood as Red smiles at him, taking the compliment surprisingly well.

     “So’re you,” the pugnacious blond shyly admits.  Neither one is touching the other yet.  “I like that hair on your chest,” he adds in a quietly intense voice, looking unexpectedly into Billy’s eyes.

     Billy’s thrown by this sudden directness, but not so much that he doesn’t capitalize on these new developments.  Crushing the cherry out in the sink with one hand, he pulls his shirt off with the other, revealing the dark forest that grows neatly over his rounded pectorals.  Red looks shocked, but doesn’t wait too long to run his palms over it.  His mouth follows quickly, tongue lapping its way across the twin mounds of furred muscle, from nipple to nipple.  Yeah, the high’s kicking in.

     Billy’s hands find their way under Red’s t-shirt, testing the smooth, muscled surface beneath the fabric.  The boy is sweating under it.  Feels damn good.  Red lifts his arms and Billy removes the cloth entirely.  They push their denimed crotches together, pawing and stroking at their bare torsos.  Billy’s mouth slides up Red’s neck, sending a shiver through the smaller man.  Things are looking up all of a sudden.  Then their mouths meet, and lock, both their minds blank out and there’s no letting go for some time.

---

“Pete?” Zark calls into the empty, dark restaurant.

     “Back here,” he hears Pete call back faintly.  Zark makes his way amongst the dusty booths and debris towards a lit doorway.  The smell of new sawdust comes to him from somewhere. 

     He finds Pete sitting at a desk in a small office in back, lit by a single lamp, an uncapped bottle of whiskey placed to the side with an empty, discolored glass as a companion.  “Hey, I got here as soon as I could, but rush hour and all…”  He trails off when he gets a look at Pete.  The big guy looks sick, pale.  Is he shaking?

     “Don’t worry about it, Zark,” Pete tells him, swiveling his chair sideways at him, smiling suddenly.  It doesn’t look convincing.  “Good news first.  You’re hired.  I can start you next week.”

     “That’s great!” Zark immediately responds, but there’s something wrong here.  He can feel it.  “Is there bad news?” he asks.

     “Maybe.”  Pete sighs.  “Zark, this is completely unprofessional of me, and I apologize in advance.  I want to do more than hire you.”

     “Okay,” Zark’s agreeable, despite not knowing what Pete’s talking about.

     “Zark, I don’t know how to say this so I don’t come off sounding terrible…”  He shakes his head, looking down at his open palms.  “Man, I am in serious lust with you.  I can’t even think around it.”

     “Oh, is that all?” Zark grins, relieved.

     “Is that all?!  What do you mean?  It’s a total conflict of interest!”  His voice cracking, Pete’s clearly been beating himself up over this.  “I offered you a job, and now…”

     “Pete, boy, you sound like you need to get laid.”

     “But the job…”  Pete gestures at nothing in particular.

     “Hey, you can hire me or not hire me.  I’ll have sex with you either way.”  It’s not like it’s the first time Zark’s gotten naked with the guy who hired him.  First time it’s happened this quick, though.

     Pete’s tormented eyes dart up to Zark’s face, trying to read if he means it.

     “Can…  Can I have you now?”  Pete rasps, then winces at the sound of his own voice.  He looks around guiltily at his deserted back office.  “Hey, I know it’s sleazy to ask, but I’m goin’ crazy.  You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.  I’ve got a hard-on right now–“

     “Really?  Lemme see that thing, Pete.”  Zark drops to his knees in front of Pete’s lap.  With lightning fast hands, he pulls the other man’s fly open.  His large fingers fumble with the thin layer of underwear and then he finds what he’s looking for, gently untangles it, and pulls out an impressively-sized erection with two fat veins snaking around each other up the shaft.  “Oh, Lord!” Zark gasps quietly.  He holds the warm, faintly pulsing tool in one hand, watching the head grow redder.  “Yeah, you do need some attention.”

     Pete’s eyes close in rapture as Zark kneels in front of him, taking the hard, leaking flesh into his warm mouth.  He can feel it gulping against his tongue.

     “Oh, God,” Pete breathes, gingerly placing one overheated palm on the back of Zark’s bobbing, yellow head.  “Thank you…  Thank you…”

     It looks to Zark like he won’t be getting back home for a while…

---

First, Billy works a finger in.  It takes some time to do this.  Billy has big hands. 

     Red’s suspicious, but Billy can tell he’s unwinding, bit by bit.  They’ve been stroking and kissing and sucking on each other for about half an hour, subliminally moving into the languorous, sensual state encouraged by the smoke.  However, every time Billy gets his hands anywhere near Red’s butt, the kid seizes up, smells a rat somewhere.  This is unfortunate, because now that Billy’s seen it, Red’s ass is downright magnetic.  Perfectly-shaped twin globes that cry out for manhandling.  Even if the kid won’t let him fuck, he just wants to touch…  Just lay his cock along the asscrack and dryhump the charismatic little bastard…

     The first time one of Billy’s fingers gets close enough to stroke the surface of Red’s butthole, though, the boy’s whole body tenses, pulse racing, jaw clenched, autonomic nervous system kicking in.  Billy, half-lost in his own haze, realizes for the first time that there might be some kind of trauma area here.  He should proceed with caution, for both their sakes.  He tongues the side of Red’s neck, holding him tight with one arm while the one finger rubs gently at the aperture.  “Deep breath,” he whispers in Red’s ear.  The kid takes a shaky breath in response.  Lets it out.

     Slowly, carefully applying and releasing his own light pressure on the clenched opening, Billy advises, “Push out.”  Red does so, his ass lips inadvertently grabbing the fingertip when he tenses again.  He gasps, starts to struggle.

     “Hey, hey,” Billy strokes his back and he relaxes again, releasing Billy’s finger.  His lips plant small kisses on Billy’s furry collarbone, and he lets out a tiny whine.  His ass is giving off heat, soaking Billy’s hand in warmth.  Billy makes another foray up Red’s tunnel, pushing gently.

     With no warning whatever, Red wraps both arms around Billy’s neck, hot tongue invading Billy’s mouth.  His butthole seems to bloom instantly, and the finger slides inside.  Red grunts as he takes Billy in to the last knuckle, aggressively wrestling his tongue the whole time, his stiff hard-on pressing and rubbing its insistent length against Billy’s hairy abdomen.

     “I wanna fuck you,” he tells Billy breathlessly.

     “Well, now, I’ve got a rule about that.  I don’t let anybody fuck me who won’t return the favor.”

     Red gasps a couple times, gulps and responds, “So I can’t fuck you until you fuck me.”

     “We’ll swap.  How’s that sound?  You first.”

     “I don’t think I can do it.”  Except he’s grinding his ass against Billy’s hand.

     “You were doing just fine until you got worried.”

     “Okay, okay,” Red concedes.  “Just go slow, or I’ll punch you so fuckin’ hard–“

     “I get it, I get it.  I’ll be careful.”  Frankly, Billy feels honored that Red’s allowing any of this.  Is it possible that Zark hasn’t even tried?  At this rate, Zark might get home to find the two of them banging away.  Assuming he doesn’t have a dick in his own mouth right now.

     “Here,” he positions the smaller man on his hands and knees.  Lubing two fingers with the tube in his jeans pocket, he pushes them in slowly, hunting for Red’s prostate.  There it is, hard as an unshelled walnut.  Tracing a tender circle around it makes Red growl and push his ass backwards at Billy.  He’s starting to like it, bent over the mattress on all fours with Billy behind him.  Billy grins and kisses the back of the kid’s sweating neck.  At that moment, Billy will take everything back he thought earlier about Red.  It’s like he’s just seeing the guy clearly for the first time.  He’s finding he quite likes him now, as Red deliriously cranks his butt around Billy’s hand.  A sound like a squeak works its way out of his straining throat.

     “Think we can fit my cock in there?” Billy asks.  Red shudders and nods, his ears and neck reddening fiercely.  Billy’s thick tool is sticking rigidly out of his dark, straggly pubes.

     He walks his knees forward so his hips are flush behind the other man’s ass.  His lubed cockhead presses lightly against Red’s opening.  Red doesn’t move.

     “Push out again,” suggests Billy.  Red does, and Billy pushes the tip in.  Red gasps, but still doesn’t move.  It feels to Billy as if there’s an incredible amount of heat inside the guy’s hole.  Slowly, carefully, Billy pushes forward, sliding inch by inch as the tunnel gives around his width.  Red groans and begins panting rhythmically.  The deep flush spreads down over the back of his neck and upper back, calling his blond hair into high relief.  He shivers as he’s penetrated.  When Billy feels his pubes brushing against the kid’s asscheeks, he leans forward, resting his weight on the boy’s trembling back, wrapping his arms around him.  He wants to let them both relax before he does anything else, but suddenly Red bucks up from under him.

     “No!” Red shouts, launching himself away across the unmade bed, turning himself over in mid-air.  Billy grabs after him, awkwardly, as he falls.  Their limbs collide and tangle.  Billy lands with arms akimbo over Red, who gazes back up at him with a look Billy’s never seen on his face before. 

     “Sorry, sorry–” Billy stammers.

     “Shhhh!” Red stops him.  Reaching up to bring Billy closer, he lifts his legs around the bigger man’s hips.  One of Red’s hands has already grabbed hold of Billy’s slick, pulsing tool, guiding it back to Red’s hole, and it’s slipping inside easily now, feeling like the missing piece of the puzzle for both of them. 

     “That’s better,” breathes Red in something that sounds like relief.  Locking his legs behind the small of Billy’s back, he lifts his pelvis off the mattress, and impales himself on the hard prong.  He bounces recklessly off of Billy’s crotch, grunting like a maniac, letting him know he still wants it.  Billy holds himself as steady as he can during this display.  Once he can think straight again, he seizes two of Zark’s pillows, stuffing them under Red’s butt so he can get the leverage he now desperately needs.  The kid’s liking it, there’s no fucking reason to take it easy on him.

     Planting a hand on the smaller man’s chest to hold him down, he begins to pump at Red’s tight hole, working his hips up and down to pile-drive his fuck in.  Red stares up at him the whole time, gasping “Ah!” every time Billy hits bottom.  And every time he pulls back, the kid bears down on him with his ass muscles.  Neither one of them can think to say much as they work madly off of each other’s bodies.  Sweat soaks the sheets.  And Red never stops staring into his eyes.  Trust.  Billy can see it clear as day.  The boy has decided to trust him, and he likes how it feels.  A quick, insane rush of yearning and gratitude washes through Billy’s physique, and he lets himself falls back down over Red.  His hairy butt is in the air and his hips still thrust into the clutching hole as Billy moans half-coherent words of devotion to the gorgeous young man who’s pulling him closer, kissing him like his life depended on it.

     With a groan half an octave higher than the noises he’s been making already, Red shoots his load, beautifully, his swollen dick spewing the thick fluid over his own flexed torso and a surplus onto Billy’s.  Billy feels the hot liquid, which goads him into harder, faster thrusts.  Panting like an asthmatic, his climax is on him before Red’s even finished squirting.

     They roll around through the damp sheets in each other’s arms, unable to let go.

---

Maybe Zark is sucking a little too eagerly.  Maybe its just that Pete’s got an incredibly nice cock.  Despite its impressive girth, it fits well down his neck when he twists his head to the right angle.  He can feel Pete’s pulse in his throat when he lodges it there and stays still as Pete squirms.

     Whatever it is, Zark’s only been sucking it for a few minutes and has the thing crammed down his neck, his face pressed into Pete’s pubes, when Pete makes a noise kind of like a hiccup and Zark finds himself swallowing a geyser of jism.  He can hear Pete gasping desperately, but he can’t move since Pete’s hands have locked around the back of Zark’s head and are keeping him in place as the flood continues.  He can’t even taste it since most of it’s bypassed his tongue already.  There’s nothing to do but swallow and massage Pete’s straining thighs.  It would seem Pete hasn’t gotten off in a while.

     Zark coughs a little, bracing himself on all fours, once an out-of-breath Pete releases him.

     “Damn, but you look good like that,” he hears from above him.  Zark looks up at Pete, who’s still sitting in his chair, cock still hard, gazing back at Zark with blatant lust.  The look in his eye is curious, to say the least.  Previously, Pete’s been nothing if not constantly polite and careful with Zark.  This look, however, tells him that courtesy is out for the moment and something else is about to happen, something more savage, and soon.  Even Pete’s voice has changed, lowered, become more guttural and insistent.  “I hope you’re ready for a little more, ’cause I’m not gonna be able to stop now, boy.” 

     Raising his impressive bulk from the chair, with dripping hard-on still rampant and wagging, Pete wrestles his bluejeans off, impatiently tossing his boots into a corner.  Removing his shirt, Zark has just time enough to register with approval that Pete’s barrel torso is magnificently covered with light brown hair, before the older man has fallen on him, single-mindedly tearing at Zark’s own clothes.

     Within seconds the two oversized men are naked, sweating and rolling over the floor of the office, holding one another tightly.  Their stiff dicks bump up against stomachs, thighs, crotches.

     If round one ran a bit short, round two looks like it’ll be a great deal more intense.  Pete’s started a growling monologue aimed at the big, grey-eyed blond as he aggressively manhandles the slightly larger man to the floor, pinning him face-up on the linoleum and straddling his head.

     “Fuckin’ hot fuck,” Pete spits angrily, face twisted into a frightening grimace.  “Got me fuckin’ worked up now!  Gonna fuck you so hard, you fuck.  Come on, gimme that fuckin’ mouth.  Open it wider, fuckhead!  Yeah!  Yeah, that’s it.  That’s what I want, you fuckin’ slut.  Fuckmouth whore, SUCK IT!  Yeah!  Suck my horny dick, you fuckin’ faggot whore!  Fuck, that feels good, man!  You feel how fuckin’ hard you’re gettin’ me, cockwhore?  Yeah, in and out.  Good fuckin’ boy.  Good fuckin’ cockslut.” 

     Sawing back and forth as he fucks Zark’s face against the floor, Pete throws his head back in exultant bliss, shouting “FUCK!!” at the top of his lungs.  Looking behind him, he sees Zark’s own mammoth, but neglected tool, sticking straight up from his yellow pubes.  “What the fuck’s this?  I think I fuckin’ need some of this.”

     He withdraws from the madly sucking mouth, reverses his position as Zark’s lips search and snap blindly for the suddenly missing prong, then drops his thick erection right back down the hulking blond’s gasping maw.  Zark hums happily around it, like a baby with a pacifier, breathing through his nose.  This position allows Pete to lean forward over the other man’s crotch, grasping Zark’s inflated hog in one hand and sucking its wide, empurpled head into his mouth.  They both whine like uninhibited puppies around the meat, sucking contentedly.

     Pete’s too wound up now for this to last long.  Within five minutes, his reddened face has come up again for air as the monologue resumes.

     “That’s enough of that, slut!  Turn your ass over!” he orders.  Zark immediately flips his massive body onto his elbows and knees, manically pushing his ass back at Pete, who shuts up momentarily at the sight so he can mash his face into the crack.  Zark howls as Pete’s hands pull the cheeks apart roughly and his tongue invades him. 

     “Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear, fucker!” rasps Pete, spitting on Zark’s hole before spearing his tongue back into him. 

     Zark’s body is quivering as he moans, “Awww, God, Pete!  You’re drivin’ me nuts…”  He then descends into incoherent whines as Pete, face buried in his rump, reaches under to stroke Zark’s pounding erection.  Pete’s own hard tool is suspended between his kneeling thighs, unloading a steady stream of goo onto the floor.

     “Fuck me,” breathes Zark in quiet desperation.

     “What’s that, boy?”  Pete’s voice is harsh as he pulls his face away from the spit-slickened aperture.

     “Fuck me, Pete,” Zark begs a little more loudly.  “I’m goin’ crazy for it.  Please, please push your big cock inside me.  I’m dying…  Fuck me…”

     “Yeah, right, fuck you, slut!”  Pete delivers a stinging smack onto Zark’s right asscheek, hard enough that the red handprint is still there half an hour later, in case anyone wants to know who he belongs to.  Zark squeals once.  Then Pete’s moved closer up behind his squatting, spread rump, pushing his huge cock brutally into Zark’s fucktunnel.

     “Oh, God, Pete,” he gasps.

     “Shut up!” shouts the older man.  He smacks his palm across Zark’s left cheek, then grabs both and begins to roughly pump his fat horn in and out.  Zark tries to stifle his involuntary groan.  “Shut up and take my dick, fucker!  Is this what you wanted?  Sure as fuck gettin’ what you asked for now!”  Panting with rage, he screws as meanly as he can, lobbing abuse at his partner as his pace speeds up.  Zark can faintly feel raindrops of perspiration falling onto him from Pete’s straining body.  “Fuckin’ slut!  Bear down on it.  BEAR DOWN, FUCKER!”  He backhands Zark’s head as his thrusts increase their velocity and force.  “That’s better, fuckhead!  Oh, FUCK!  Yeah!  Yeah!!  That’s fuckin’ IT!”  

     Abruptly standing up, Pete orders hoarsely, “Get your sloppy ass up and over that fuckin’ desk, shithead!”  Zark doesn’t make him wait.  When Pete pushes back inside, Zark squeezes him tight without being told.  The desk shakes under their assault and the whiskey bottle capsizes, cracking, pouring its pungent remains over the edge, unnoticed.

     “Fuck, fuck,” pants Pete, pounding hard and fast as the smell of hard liquor mixes with the stifling funk of sweat and sex, “that’s it, that’s it, slut!  That’s what I fuckin’ need, you goddamn fuckslut.  You make me so fuckin’ crazy…”  He spits onto Zark’s wide, glistening back.  “Gonna get my fuckin’ nut in your hot, tight hole.  Fuckin’ TAKE IT, fuckwhore!”

     Holding on to the edges of Pete’s desk, Zark’s gone to Fucker’s Heaven.  He’s such a large guy that it’s rare that anyone can intimidate him.  He goes through life with people getting out of his way.  Pete’s almost his own size, however, and clearly has no qualms about dominating him.  Hell, the distinctly unstable look in his eyes seems to indicate that he’s lost his mind. 

     No one’s ever successfully pulled this on Zark, but he’s jacked off a few times thinking about it, kind of hoping.  He’s so turned on right now, he’s afraid his dick might explode if things get any more intense. 

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Red’s head bobs between Billy’s sitting thighs, sucking slowly, bringing him on to erection as the other man relights the joint.  He hits it, passes it to Red, who stops sucking long enough to take a drag and pass it back.  One hand is still curled casually around Billy’s dick as he exhales the smoke.  His fingers massage Billy’s shaft.  He clearly enjoys the contact.  So does Billy, who leans forward and kisses him deeply.  Truth to tell, Billy’s really starting to like the hot little guy.  Feels great kissing him.

     Red’s fingers and mouth have worked him up to a rigid hard-on.  A firm squeeze at the base turns the head a bulging crimson.  However, when he turns around and lines his butthole up with it, ready for another go, Billy has to put his foot down.

     “Hold on, now,” Billy stops him, smiling despite himself.  Who’d have thought the kid would be this responsive?  Zark probably could’ve told him, if he’d listen.

     Red whines a little, still reaching behind to grip Billy’s thick meat in his fist.  “C’mon, man,” he grates.  “Wantcha inside me again…”

     Billy launches himself onto the little blond, tackling him and rolling him over on the bedding.  He kisses him on his panting mouth.  “Tough,” he replies kindly.  “I’m thinking the next dick up your butt needs to be Zark’s.”

     “Zark ain’t here,” Red moans, disconsolate, writhing under Billy’s larger body.  “God, man, I want it so bad!  There’s a fuckin’ hurricane inside me…”

     Billy strokes Red’s jutting, stiff prong, which promptly shuts the smaller man up.  It’s not the largest Billy’s ever seen, which is probably Zark’s, but it’s sure pretty.  Well-shaped and hard as iron.  He can see why Zark likes it.  “Guess you’ll have stick it in me, huh?” Billy suggests.

     Red looks shocked at first, then he grins as if he just remembered that he’s got a dick as well.

     “Yeah, I think it’s my turn,” Billy nods as he smears lube over Red’s hot, jerking length.

     He doesn’t even give the little guy time to get up, pushing him back onto the mattress and sitting down decisively onto his cock.  Taking it up inside, he bounces on it, feeling it spear him as Red gasps.  Hell, yeah.  Feels great.  Billy’s gotten used to taking Zark’s big piece, which means he’s capable of bottoming harder than Red expects.  Holding his own sexually with a guy even larger than himself has left him overqualified to work Red’s eager tool and diminutive build.  He jackhammers his own ass with considerable force down repeatedly onto Red’s thickening rod, squeezing the whole way.

     “UuuuUUhhhhhhh!” is about all Red can say as Billy’s hungry asshole takes advantage of him.  Immobilized, it’s all he can do to stroke Billy’s dark-haired thighs as they strain above his sweating body.  He can’t speak coherently, but judging from the look Billy sees on his face, he’s enjoying the ride.  His cock’s sure not getting any softer.

     “You gonna come, Red?” Billy asks, panting like a dog, bottom jaw thrust forward, working his sweat-slickened body into a white-hot, frenzied engine of pleasure.  “You gonna shoot your stuff inside my hungry fuckhole, darlin’?  UUUuuuhhh!  YEAH!  Gimme that hard dick, handsome!  Fuckin’ feels so nice!”

     Red, underneath, is nowhere near coming again, but he groans in tortured bliss as Billy works his sensitized crank.  He’s already thinking ahead, wondering what it’ll feel like when Zark gets home to fuck him for the first time.  He’s looking forward to having the big guy on top of him for a change.

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Pete’s been puffing like he’s about to have a coronary, which has Zark a little concerned, but other than that, they’re both doing fine.  His heavy, wide cock is hitting Zark’s ass-walls in all the right places, sending lightning bursts of pleasure shooting all through his big, gasping body.  Zark wasn’t kidding earlier about fucking Pete whether there was a job or not, but he means it even more now that he’s got the guy inside him.  Pete’s a great big truckload of Stud. 

     Zark keeps looking up in the mirror at the end of the room where he can see Pete working him over, but then he has to look away.  Don’t wanna come yet, and Pete looks real good while he fucks, big body swelling, face beet-red, cheeks blowing out with his rasping breath.  Legs look good, too, as Zark can see when he glances back between his own.  Jeez, at this rate, he’s gonna shoot before–

     Aww, there it goes.  Zark howls in pleasure as Pete spears his prostate a little harder accidentally and his wad spews across the desk that he’s been bracing himself against.  Hope Pete didn’t need those papers, ’cause they’re ruined now.

     “Oh, fuck!  Oh, God,” wheezes Pete.  Zark feels the bruising hold around his hips tighten and already knows what’s coming before Pete announces hoarsely, “Fuckin’ comin’ up your ass, you big hot fucker!” and shakes uncontrollably as he spills his seed into Zark’s warm, welcoming grip.

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By the time Zark arrives home again, it’s gotten dark, and he’s a little worried about the two he left here earlier.  Their vehicles are still outside.  He hopes they haven’t been fighting.

     Fat chance of that.  He finds them sleeping naked in his bed, Billy folded adorably around Red, chin nuzzling the hollow of his collarbone.

     Zark touches Billy on the shoulder.  Billy’s eyes flutter open.

     “Oh, hi, sweetheart,” he sleepily greets the big, baby-faced blond.  Red keeps snoring softly.  “Come on in.  We got room.”

     “I should shower first.  Be back in a few.”

     “Okay.  There’s a roach in the kitchen if you want to smoke it.  I think we may have had too much.”

     Zark smiles.  “Yeah, looks like it.  You guys get along okay?”

     “Oh yeah.  This guy’s got a real surprise for you when he wakes up again.  So, which was it?”

     “Huh?”

     “You get a job?  Or get laid?”

     “Oh.  Both.  I got lucky.  I start next Wednesday, and Pete had me all over his fuckin’ office.  He’s an even better screw than I thought.  I gotta clean myself up.”

     As the hulking blond trots away to the shower, Red groggily raises his head to ask hopefully, “Zark back?”

     “Mmm-hmmm,” Billy tells him, planting an affectionate kiss on the boy’s earlobe, and then they’re both dozing off again to the sound of the shower spraying on the other side of the wall.

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It was Christmas Party when I saw Robin, he’s about 5’10 tall, fair skin and handsome. I didn’t know his name back then so all I could do was just stare at him but still tried not to make it very obvious since there are people everywhere. Few weeks past and I saw my cousin posted a photo with him on Facebook, they happen to be classmates so I found out what his name was since he was tagged in the photo. I did send a friend request but he seems to have ignored it. All I could do was look at his picture whenever I’m at home.

 My cousins planned to have a road trip and he said he’s going to tag along some friends; luckily Robin was one of them. There were 6 of us and we had 2 tents (4 people would fit in 1 tent) but we decided to make it 3 per tent. So I shared it with my Cousin Nathan and his friend who is Robin, my heart seems to burst from excitement. After done unpacking our belonging, it was already dark it was almost 6PM already so we started making dinner.

 We sit in circle and introduced each other; there’s Nathan, Robin, Chae, Charles, Ken, and Carly (me). After eating dinner Nathan suggested that we should try to swim in the river nearby, but since most of us were full only Robin agreed to join him and I said I’d come too. We went to our tent and they removed their jeans and only left boxers on, my cousin knew I was gay since he made me masturbate his 7 inches dick when we were younger.

Their bulges made my dick hard but I only have around 5 inches so it didn’t really catch their attention. After only left with boxers on we went to the river instantly, it was only 5 minutes’ walk and was surrounded by trees and big rocks. The river wasn’t too deep probably 4 feet deep only and I stand 5’5 and Nathan is around 5’9. They started talking about sex and Robin has a girlfriend but she was 6 hours trip away which means they haven’t had sex for a long time already because his girlfriend is working as an intern.

 My cousin Nathan on the other hand had sex almost 4 times a week with different girls since he was really handsome and had a decent sized dick. Robin asked me about my sex life and I told him I don’t have any girl to fuck so I’m as unlucky as he is these days. He might not know that I was gay. My cousin Nathan joked and said: Yes, you don’t have anyone to fuck since it’s the way around. He laughs and Robin looking confused laugh awkwardly and all I could do was grin. We decided to go back to our tent after a 30 minute swim (more of a talk, not swim LOL) when they got out of the river their bulges was very obvious like you could see the outline if their dicks since it’s wet and they were only wearing boxers.

This made my dick hard again but I was behind them so didn’t really know. When we got to our tent they removed their boxers and Nathan said he’d sleep naked but Robin instantly changed into a new boxer so was I. Our position was Nathan – Robin – Me, Nathan seems to be very tired and fell asleep real quick. So I pulled out my phone and started reading gay demon stories about college teachers (I really like getting fucked by teachers although I haven’t tried it YET) I was rubbing my dick through my boxer totally forgetting that Robin was just beside me. When I realized that, I turned my face to him and he just smiled and I smiled awkwardly back. I continued reading the story and I can feel my pre cum on my cockhead.

After I finished reading the story I decided to put my phone back to my bag and try to sleep. Robin seems to be asleep already and his body was facing towards me so I faced my body towards him as well and I kept on staring at him handsome face. My mind keeps playing and it made me want to touch his dick. I tried placing my hand below his dick and rubbed it a little and it stated to grow so I got nervous thinking he may be awake so I stopped but his eyes didn’t open so I placed my hand back to his dick again and rubbed it until it reached full size probably around 8 inches and a little skinny but it’s the kind of dick I really like, long but not thick.

I pulled his boxer so expose the part of his dick and its head and I looked at his face to make sure he was still asleep and he was. I pulled down him boxer which was extremely hard to do since he was sleeping with his left side. I managed pulling it down his knees and stopped, I slowly rubbed his dick and I spit on my mouth and used it as lubricant. I tried pushing his body so he would be sleeping with his back and it would be easier for me to suck his dick and when I pushed him, he moaned a little. I positioned myself to his dick started sucking it and licking its head like a lollipop.

 I am not really an expert with blowjob since I only had 3 experienced but I tried deep throating him but really can’t, I can get probably 6 inches at the back of my throat and that’s it. I didn’t push myself to try to deep throat the whole 8 inches since it might make me gag hardly and wake them up. I kept on sucking while touching his flat stomach and I noticed his stomach was really deep like he’s about to blow his load so I sucked him even harder and after a few seconds he blowed his load and a moan, I tasted his cum and it was a little salty and sweet.

 I pulled his boxer up and decided to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, I was alone in the tent so I put on shirt and short and went outside and see them preparing for our breakfast and a little adventure to the top of the mountain; we put on our shoes and started walking. Ken was half black and was 6 feet tall, the tallest in our group and had a really nice ass and probably monster cock since he has a really nice bulge he had a body like Francisco Lachowski not athletic kind of body but he looks like a model.

We reached the top after an hour and a half of walking and talking so we decided to stay and rest for around 20 minutes and go down. Since I’m the only one bringing phone they borrowed it and took a lot of selfies and groufies. Ken was holding it after they’re done.

 Since we were amazed by how it looks when you’re on the top of the mountain I didn’t mind Ken holding my phone and when he returned it to me it was on the album where guys are taking selfies with their huge dick and I noticed a black dick without any face on the bottom of the album and was the size of his arm since he placed his dick next to it. I knew it was Ken’s so I turned to him but he was now standing next to Charles probably enjoying the view too. It made me nervous and excited thinking he might be up to something since he took a picture of his AMAZING COCK; it looks like a cock of a Greek God, just perfect. Nathan suggested that we should start our way back to our tent since it would take us hour and a half and it was already past 9AM.

Ken pulled up to the arcade and was surprised to see so many cars on the dark gravel lot on a Wednesday evening. Small cock twitching in his lap while his car bumped along the small rocks and scattered potholes while driving along the side of the building and spotting a large black man, chocolate as all hell, bald, stepping out of his jeep tucked away between two other cars. Big black meat, bouncing down out of thin shorts, camouflaged with, what he thought, was a quick glance of one of his large balls spotting out. 

The brother gave a look at Ken as he moved by, nodding his head and shutting the jeep door. He was wearing a white tank with black meaty arms sprouting out. 

Wow. Ken said to himself. Shifting in the seat, That’s one gifted negro. 

Ken had never been with a black man before. Jerked off here and there to them in strait gangbang porn on the web, amazed at how one woman could take on all those large gorillas with their long, fat dicks, circling around and pinning her from all sides. He once thought about picking up a young negro, when he had to take a detour, while driving through the ghetto of Baltimore, as the boy stood there on the corner, near Hopkins, shaking his hand out for a drive. But, he second guessed himself, afraid the dark one would rob him, try to sell him drugs, or just wouldn’t get out of the car. 

Ken watched through his mirror as chocolate man pulled out a cigarette, and clicked a lighter with big flame, casting a glow on his face. 

Ken quickly snapped out of his curiosity and focused back on the shitty lot and wasn’t too thrilled that he had to park toward the back in front of the woods.  

After getting out of his car, he glanced around at the other cars, all facing the trees, and was satisfied that they looked empty, and leaned back into his car to reach into the glove department for a small tube of slick lube. 

He then slipped his shorts down, no underwear of course, I mean, what would be the purpose of going to glory holes with extra clothes to strip down, then leaned over the hood, slipped open his ass, popped the lid of the tube into the air and squirted the entire load up inside. 

He let out of shiver as the warm jell bubbled inside, some squirting back out, with a tiny fart immediately following. A touch of pre-cum dripped out his small dick, as he slipped up his shorts. 

As he walked along the side of the building, he could feel the gunk running down his right leg. He was a tad worried the seat of his shorts would be splotched, but luckily, the glory hole maze was always dark, only with glowing lights whenever the booths were being occupied. 

“Hope to get slammed tonight.” He thought. It had been three days since that new guy started working at Wal-mart in the stock room with him. Nice long mature dick, feeding him in the corner of a shelf hidden by large boxes. His asshole still ached, but the entire tube of lubed soothed it well. 

Before reaching the door of Bush River, the sleazy arcade in the outskirts of Baltimore, he heard a loud splash of something and looked to his right. 

“The black man” He admired. Watching him pissing in a corner, hard. The stream splashing the wall as the brother flicked back on his lighter, hands not touching his cock, burning up, what now didn’t look like a cigarette, but long gleaming glass. 

“How you doing?” The big ape asked. White smoke streaming up into the cool night air as he tilted his head upwards. “Want to come over here. Watch me piss?”

“Um. Well…?”

“Don’t you like big nigger dick?” He blurted. “Come squeeze it while I take another hit. You party?”

“Um, no. I mean, I did some weed once. Got so high I didn’t know I was coming…”

“Or going.” The man growled. “Come here. Take a hit. This will get you going. Make you real eager.” Ken looked at the large cock, still sprouting a stream onto the wall, but not as loud. 

Ken thought about it for a second, and was about to make a move, until suddenly another car pulled into the lot, shinning bright lights into his direction. 

“Uh. Better not. Sorry.”

“See you in there then.” He said, waving, splashing one last spray. “Maybe I’ll see you in a booth. I always take the last one in the back. Step on in. Like to watch you gobble this dark meat.”

“Maybe.” Ken said. Gave a half smile and headed inside the murky light of Bush River Arcade. 

Two men, young, collage type, stood in an aisle between videos. Looking at the Hardcore Hustler porn on the shelves. 

Ken checked them out as he walked by. One, blond, nice arms, Ocean City blue tank top and khaki shorts, leaning into the other, pointing at the back of the box. The other, curly black hair, dimples for days, nice pretty lips, but a tad short, gave a nod at what he saw. He reminded Ken of that cute guy on Saved By the Bell. Mario something. 

“Fucking hot.” Mario, Ken decided, as he took the box and admired the Hispanic women getting nailed by two tall high school boys in a classroom. “Always wanted to screw one of my teachers.”

The blond, Ronnie, gave a chuckle. “Me too. That bitch in Social Studies. Remember? A year ago. Fucking making me horny. Wish Jackie was around tonight.”

“Jackie? That whore from White Marsh who works at the mall. I didn’t know you was fucking her? I hear she’s dirty. Caught the big one.”

“Yeah. I heard that too. But I don’t fuck her. She gave me head a few times in back of the Pretzel Stand. Invited me back after closing. Gobbled up this dick like nobodies business.”

“Fuck. I guess that’s ok.” Mario glanced at Ken, and two other men. One, quite large with jiggling belly. The other, tall, thin and rather nerdy with thick glasses. 

The negro walked in. Bell ringing over door. Another stream of smoke circling his face. His eyes, large, big white like saucers, rather crazed looking now, and strolled behind the men into a dark hallway. 

Mario spotted his large cock bouncing around, and two giant balls dropping out. He blushed and looked away. 

“What?” Asked Ronnie, sitting the box back on the shelf. 

“Where are all those guys going to? What’s in there?”

“Dunno.” said Ron, curious as well. “Never been here before. Want to take a look? Maybe there’s women back there or something? A big sex party!”

“Yeah, right. You can go in. I’m gonna pick out some films. Let me know.”

Inside the maze of dark doors and glowing lights, Ken strolled along. His ass feeling nice, warm and sloppy now. A few men also strolled around, one or two leaning in dark corners, watching, and touching their crotches. 

Ken picked an empty booth, closed and locked the door and fished into his pocket for quarters. He sat down on the wooden seat, his ass almost slipping forward, and popped the coins into the slot. 

The booth lit up in a ghostly glow, the small TV screen on the wall up in front of him, stained and splattered with glops of cum. The video picture was weak, but the action was loud and clear. Two Navy men, nailing some bitch on a small boat in the bright sun. One dick in her ass, the other, in front, the man’s leg, propped up on the side of the boat, feeding his long cock inside her mouth. 

“Nawh.”Ken thought, reaching up and hitting the button. Completely satisfied at the next movie. Three guys jerking off in a circle in a smoky bar. A leather bar it looked like. Ken, dropped his shorts, feeling not only the juices from his ass, but also splotches of cum, mostly fresh, all over the warm seat. 

Quickly, Ken spread out his legs, kicked off his shoes and started jerking. 

After a few minutes, he heard the booth door open beside him, and feet quietly stepping in. The door shut, then locked. 

Ken slowly looked down at the bottom of the stall, heard tokens, then porn. Loud, techno music with moans and slapping sounds, and gradually looked up at the large chopped hole in the wall and caught a shiver. 

“Yes, here it comes. Let the show begin!” Ken whispered. 

Within a few months, the feet stepped forward, and a large uncut cock slithered out of the hole, dropping down in front of him, with a thud against the wall. 

George, 52 year old man, salt and pepper hair, gray beard, leaned against the wall as his cock dropped on the other side in front of Ken. 

George then slipped out his phone from his hanging jeans, and texted his wife. 

“Be home in an hour. Still waiting for the meeting. Please pickup the kids from daycare. Make it up to you. Love you.”

He then clicked off the phone, sat it down on seat, turned back to the wall, and said to whoever was on the other side. 

“Suck my cock.”

Bare knees dropped to the floor down in front of him, and he immediately felt his cock lift up and a warm mouth circle around it. 

“Nice.” George said. “I want you to drain that big dick.”

“Yes, sir” Ken mumbled as his mouth went all the way down the delicious piece. His knees, sliding on the hard floor from puddles of cum. He dropped his right hand on the floor to balance himself against the wall, feeling a long used rubber between his fingers. 

Ken smelled a whiff of shit, but didn’t care. He had a great cock already tonight in his mouth “God, please. Fuck my hole.” He prayed. 

Outside the hall, Ronnie, uneasy, walked slowly around, trying not to look at all the mysterious figures lurking near. 

“Fucking Zombie Movie” He thought. “Maybe I should go in one of these booths. They keep looking at me.” 

Ronnie took the nearest door, and slipped inside. He paused when he spotted a large hole in the wall in front of him. 

“What the hell……?”

Suddenly, a big nigger dick dropped in. A cloud of smoke following down, spreading into the tiny room around Ronnie, making him feel funny and slightly dizzy. 

Mario purchased two tapes from a fat little man at the register. The man smelt like weed. His eyes glazed and red. 

“Thank You.” He said, his mindMari, elsewhere. 

Mario gave a nod and walked over to the dark hall, looking in. 

“Hmm? Where the hell is Ronnie?” 

He stepped into the darkness. 

By now, Ken was leaning over the bench. His hands slapped the wall as the old man plowed his cock into him. George didn’t look down. He stayed on the phone. His face glowing. Video busting with sex behind, as he texted back his wife. 

“Oh, don’t forget the pretzels for tonight’s game.” He let out a grunt as Ken’s asshole arched further up. 

“Fuck Me! Harder! Please God, fuck me!”

George, face still in phone, his mouth curling, grabbed Ken’s waist with his right hand, and fucked harder. 

Mario turned a corner and saw a woman with large hair, gaudy makeup, and pink top and dress, standing against the wall, watching. 

“You see a big blond guy? OC shirt?”” 

“Huh?” The drag queen whispered. “No. Looking for fun?”

“Huh?” Mario whispered, folding videos under arm. 

“Let’s go here. Inside and talk about it.”

“Damn!” thought Mario. “Fuckin’ right. Had no idea this place would have bitches.”

He followed him in.

To Be Continued……

John has just move into his new home just beside Fire Station 7 in the small town of Maplewood. He had just purchase his very first starter house that had 3 bedroom ,2 bathroom and a open concept main floor that was around 1,200 sq. feet of living space. It was late July that he had just finished his new basement and made it into a mens den. His good friend Tom sold him a nice pool table and help him put build a very nice 7 feet Bar.

The time was around 2 am that John had to get up and take a piss and notice a Firemen drying off from taking a shower from his Bathroom widow that look over the Station. John was a closet Bi male who had just turn 25, and was well into his third year as a Welder over at a small welding fabrication shop 12 miles from his house.

His cock started to get a massive harden watching the Fire Chief Braun Little shaving and rubbing himself down with some type of powder. Braun had just turn 58 and was recently divorce from wife number two, and lived 4 houses down on the right from Station. Braun   was also is into his third year helping coach Maplewood Senior men Hockey team, called the Coyotes.

It was around two am later that John got home from drinking with his Baseball Buddies and notice Mr Little once again coming out of the shower with a huge 7 inch hard on. He could not believe his eyes from what he is seeing, He took a few step back from the bathroom window curtain so that he will not notice him at all. This time it made him evan more horny and began jerking off at the same time Fire Chief Braun started to jerk his cock off. It took a good 20 minutes until they booth began to blow their loads of cum into the bathroom sink. 

Braun quickly look up and notice John in the widow and wave to him after he clean the rest of his cum off his dick. They finally meet one another over at the Duluth Company sporting good store in the men’s underwear department 2 weeks later. They slowly stare at one another before Braun introduce himself to him. 

” Hi there you are the fellow that lives beside the station ? “

” Yes Sir, My name is John “

” I notice you a few times during the night “

” Okay, I always get up around the same time to take a leak Sir “

” Please called me Braun “

” Would you like to come over one night to watch some baseball Braun ? “

” Yea that well be good , How about we make it for next Friday at 7 o’clock “

” That well be good. I make great home maid pizza “

” OMG, I well bring the Beer then “

John was truly a 100% typical Mama Italian Boy  who’s talk to his family almost every day of the week. They live 400 miles south of him in the City of Richmond, Virginia. One thing good about John he always made sure he went to his Catholic Mass every week. He then stop off at the Wiggly Piggly and spotted Braun there shopping for his grocery, His eyes were glues seeing him wearing a pair of Adidas shorts. Braun had a great body, He stood around 5’11 weigh close to 160 with dark slick black hair and alway made sure that he kept his salt & pepper moustache nicely trim. 

” Hey John ,hows it going dude? “

” I am doing very well Braun “

” Is everything still on for Friday night “

” It sure is my friend “

Friday came by fairly fast and the two of them were will into their 5 Th pint of beer by now. John then got up and went into the kitchen to bring out the large 12 slice homed pizza that had just got done cooking in his new $800 dollar top of the line GE stove. 

“OMG that looks fucking great John “

” Yea ,dig in and enjoy it “

The beer and the pizza went down great , as the ball game had just wrap up. The Braves had lost once again to the Cub’s in the ninth inning. John then got up and clean the mess from the pizza that just got eaten. 

” What would you like to do now John ? “

” I don’t know, you have any suggestion Braun “

” Do you know how to give a nice massaged John “

” Matter a fact I do Sir “

John had just purchase a new massaged few month back, He gets someone to come over to give him his treatment every other Saturday mornings. Braun could not believe his eyes when he saw a massage table set up in one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

Braun was loving every minutes of John’s hands massaging his hairy body, It was like 5 minutes later that John finally got his wish and began sucking Braun nice 7 inch lovely mushroom head cut cock. 

” That feel so fucking good John ! “

” I know you would like my goatee mouth on your dick Sir “

” Holy shit Im close “

” Give it to me John, Give it to me ! “

“OMFG I’m fucking going to shot John ! “

” Here it fucking comes ! “

” Give it to me Braun “

” OH yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! “

Braun whole body shock as he shot off a huge load of his firemen juice that flew all the way down back of John throat. John slowly took his time and made sure that every ounce of his spray was all swollen up. He then began to squeeze the tip of Braun penis hole and watch more cum pour out of it nice and slowly as Braun body lay there still trembling from the orgasm he just had.

” Jesus that was fucking hot John “

” It sure was Braun “

” I never had  orgasm like that before “

” OMG I can see that Braun “

” You must of shot a few loads off at once Braun “

” Know fucking way “

” Yea, I felt it explode a few times “

” Okay let me get up, and so I can get dress “

” I hope we can do it again Braun ? “

” Don’t worry my friend , we will plan it for sure “

Over the next couple of weeks John have not see Braun at all during the night, He thought that his shift could have got changed or something. He then saw one other firemen jerking himself off one evening, He was truly amazed watching this younger firemen shot his load all over the towel that he put on the floor. 

As for Braun his shift did get changed, he is now working from 7 am to 7 pm three days a week now. He will be also in charge of looking after 2 station in the area after he get his new position of Regional Chief.

The End Part 2 to Follow

 

My father and I have always had a close relationship with eachother.  He has always been the one to cheer me on when it comes to my baseball and football games, or come to any school event.  Even my mother has been right along side of me every step of the way.  Secretly I have always been jealous of her and the fact that she has my fathers heart.

My name is Nick and I am 20 years old.  I have always been in love with my father since before I can remember.  When I was younger my father and I used to take showers together until I was ready to take one on my own and not waste water or time.  So over the years when I just lived my life with this secret desire I had for my own father.  

Now my father is a 40 year old male who is has an extremely muscular build who weighs around 180 lbs.  His body is smooth on the top and mildly hairy on the bottom with an amazing bubble butt like none other.  He played a lot of sports when he was younger.  He started off playing baseball and then when he came to middle school he added on football.  He continued playing football all the way through his college years.  So being an athlete his whole life he just didn’t seem to have a problem being naked infront of anyone.  He always was around other jocks who all had to shower after games and practice and it just didn’t seem to be a problem for him.

So for me this was great.  My father unashamedly would just walk around this house naked in front of me and my mother.  I always loved seeing his nice big bubble ass walking around the house.  Now his dick is a nice 5 inches when flacid.  At this moment I have never seen it hard on.  But without me knowing this was all about to change…

My father has always been open about his sexual relationship with my mother.  Which only fueled my lustful attraction towards him.  But lately he has been telling me my mother has not been as eager to have sex with him as he would like and it made my father feel a little lonely.  So as much as I could I would try helping him take his mind off it by asking him to go play golf or even just go to the gym to work off some steam.  So up to this point it seemed to fulfill whatever sexual tension he had until he got it with my mother.

Me being in college I seemed to be home a lot more than grade school because of the flexibility of my schedule.  So I was able to see my father a lot before and after classes since he is a work at home guy.  My mothers job seems to take her away a lot on travel letting it just be me in him most of the time.  So my fathers casual work clothes usually just consists of boxers.  

So it all started one week when I came home from classes and my father was about to take a shower to go out.  I did my usually pretend to go into the bathroom and talk to my father while I would be taking a leak and getting a nice view of his marvelous physique.  He told me that we were getting ready to leave so go jump in the shower.  So I ran upstairs to take a shower only to find the faucet of my shower not working.  So I ran down the hall to ask my father how long I have and to tell him of the situation.  He said we HAVE to leave in 5 minutes.  I said “I don’t have time to take a shower and get ready in 5 minutes.” So to my surprise he says well ill scoot over just jump in with me.

 I was nervous.  I said “are you sure?” and he said yes hurry.  So uncomfortably I jump I take off my clothes and jump in with him.  My heart was pounding and my face was burning up.  I was already starting to get a hard on thinking of the fact that my nude father was standing next to me.  I was just hoping that he wouldn’t notice the hard on I was getting being in there with him.  To my surprise, my father says “getting a little excited over there buddy?” and just laughs.  As far as my father knew I was straight as anything.  I said nah, some girl just really left me horny from the school.  And he sad, “woah buddy, your old man doesn’t need that many details haha.

So I hurried up and finished showering up and went upstairs to fetch my clothes and change.  A few minutes later my father and I were in the car driving to his office get together.  While in the car I said “when is mom going to be home?” and my father said she won’t be back until this saturday, with tonight being tuesday.  Then after this he continues on to say “You said you were left horny earlier your mother hasn’t given me anything for weeks, the gym hasn’t been doing much good either”.  Where I respond saying “woah buddy your son doesn’t need that many details.”  and we both just sat there and laughed.

After the get together we arrived home around 20 minutes later as exhausted as ever.  My father then stripped down to the nude and turned on the tv.  Without me realizing I started to get a bulge in my pants and my father noticed it.  He said “you still a little excited from that girl earlier” my face then got hot and I said haha nah I just really have to take a leak and I hurried off to the bathroom.

After finishing with the bathroom I opened the door to leave to find my father standing outside leaning against the wall.  He then said “that girl seemed to really have had an effect on you” where I responded “yeah she was pretty hot”.  He then said to my surprise “just cut the act Nick, I know why you have been getting a hard on, you getting excited about seeing your old man naked.”  I was like I don’t know what you are talking about.  And he said its okay.  ” I have seen the way you have been looking at me and to tell you the truth I haven’t seen your mother look the way you look at me for a very long time, and it makes me feel lonely” he then steps closer to me and my heart races extremely fast while  I am thinking what is going on.  “truthfully I have been left a little horny also because of your mother being gone and not having the same sexual rush she used to.” My bulge in pants begins to raise and my father looks down and sees it.  To my surprise I start to see his 5″ cock begin to thicken up also and lengthen.  He looks at me and says”although this seems wrong would you mind sleeping with me in my bed tonight?”  I then quickly said ” HELL NO” and ran off into my bed room.  A few minutes later I heard my fathers bedroom door shut and I just sat in shock.  I was thinking did that just happen?  I can’t believe it, I just shut the door in my one opportunity that I have been waiting for my whole life.  I then just sat in my bed and then drifted off into sleep hoping that my regret would just wash away.  

The next morning I wake up to the sound of my father in the kitchen.  I slowly walk downstairs where he is sitting down at the kitchen table and he looks up at me and does not say a word.  I said “Goodmorning” and my father just sits there and stairs off into space.  I was totally speechless.  Of course I wanted to sleep with my father last night but I just totally freaked out.  My father then stood up and walked over to the stove where he was cooking his breakfast and started stirring the eggs.  After sitting there for a few seconds I then stood up and walked behind my father who was still in his boxers and said “Dad look at me”.  He then turned around and without me thinking I pulled him in and pressed my lips against his and then pulled away shocked about what I had just down.  My father just stood there for a few seconds until his lips quickly twitched into a sly smile.  He then grabbed me and started to kiss me passionately unlike I had ever seen him kiss my mother.

We sat in the kitchen for a few minutes kissing until he finally pulled away with a smile on his face saying, “lets bring this to my bedroom”. 

My father grabbed my hand and led me up to his bedroom where he then started by pulling me into a passionate kiss again.  With my father back against the wall I kissed him with my tongue just slowly gliding across his and I brought my hand down to his crotch to find his dick a thick hard 9″.  He then just pulled down his boxers to where he just stood there nude continuing to kiss me and he then helped me by pulling off my shirt.  My father then pushed me onto the bed where he layed his stomach on mine and continued our passionate kiss.  I felt his warm body and skin press against my stomach with his hand intertwined with mine pushing them up the bed.  I then began to pull my own boxers down to where I felt his dick throbbing on top of mine.  At this moment my body was so hot along with my fathers I just couldn’t believe this was happening.  I was just enjoying this moment so much I never wanted it to end.  Then to my surprise my father began stroking my hard 8″ dick and then eased his way down to it and began to lick it slowly.

My body started to spasm at the amazing feeling and warmth of my fathers tongue working his way up my dick.  He licked the head of my dick and began to suck on it until he brought himself to slide my whole 8″ dick into his throat.  He continued to suck and slirp down on my cock.  I finally said it was time to switch and I reached down and started to lick my fathers own cock.  The taste was out of this world.  Between the precum dripping out of his cock and the sweat from all the excitement, I was having the time of my life.  I just sucked my father up and down  up and down until my father stopped me.

He said “I think it is time for you to bring it to the next level.”.  He said “son i want you to fuck me”.  I said ” are you serious? wouldn’t it hurt?”  He said”honestly I could care less.  I am so happy right now  nothing can ruin this moment, not even a little pain.”  

So I just looked at my father in disbelief and told him “Okay but do you mind if I lick you ass hole so your hole will be nice and slick” and my father said “do what you need to do, my body is all yours”  I then rushed down to his beautiful bubble butt and just rubbed my face up and down and all around it.  I then worked my way to his hole where I began to lick and kiss his ass.  My father just layed there and moaned and grunted about how good it felt.  He said  “yeah son fuck me with your tongue… fuck me with your tongue”  I began to ram my tongue up his hole harder and faster enjoying the taste.  It seems that my father had cleaned up for this exact moment which made it even more special.  

After I was done licking his hole I was finally ready to complete my fathers request.  I grabbed my dick and angled it to where my fathers whole was and began to slip it in.  I then said to my father ” tell me if i hurt you, i do not want to cause you any pain” my father just said “just do it son, just do it”   So i began fucking my dad.  The feeling of his tight warm ass was extraordinary.  I just keep going in and out while my father just grunted and moaned and said harder son harder.  I just fucked him until I felt my climax coming on.  I said “dad im going to cum” and he said just do it in my ass.  I did what he said and released my load into his ass.  This was by far the best orgasm I have ever had.  I’ve always jerked off about the fantasy of this moment, but none of that ever compared to the actual thing.

After finishing I worked my way up to my father and began sucking his dick.  He then said “son Im about to blow” but i just continued to suck away until I felt his dick convulse in my mouth and I tasted all of his sweet cum in my mouth.  After swallowing it all I looked at my father and said “You know dad, i have actually dreamed of this moment my whole life.” He then said I figured by the way you always stared at me.  So i just laughed and began to kiss my father letting him taste my tongue and share the sweet cum taste he just exploded in my mouth.  We just layed there cuddling and kissing until my father said lets eat.  

I said lets get cleaned up first and took his hand and brought him to the shower.  We just stood in the shower holding eachother and letting the water run down us when I said “so mom comes home in a few days, which leaves us the whole house the next few days.  We going to continue this at all?”  My father laughed and pulled me close to him saying “I thought you’d never ask” and then pulled me into a passionate kiss.

All of sudden in the midst of my father and I and our passionate moment we heard the front door open with my mothers voice saying “Hey guys I’m home”.  And my father and I frantically looked at eachother and then…

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At dinner I got the inkling that the tent setup at the Elephant Camp West hadn’t given Harvey and me quite the privacy during the midday siesta that we thought it had. Those with us on the safari down from Lake Nyasa to Victoria Falls had known we were a couple, certainly. We slept together at each stop. But since the afternoon there appeared to be a heightened awareness in the group that the tall, thin man over thirty years my senior and eight inches taller than I was, and I, had an active, athletic sex life–with each other.

This revelation seemed to have energized a few other members of our ten-person safari group, if you included two of the three male Zimbabwean natives who traveled with us, Madzinga and Taguma, more than I would have realized. Once it was established that Harvey and I had sweaty sex, Madzinga and Taguma weren’t shy about ogling me and making suggestive gestures. I had visions of one of them dragging me into the bush and having his way with me–which weren’t, by any means, unpleasant thoughts. I fantasized about big, black cocks and muscular black men as much as the next bottom did.

Akashinga gave me good service but little interest; his eyes kept going to a young French woman newlywed traveling in our group. The robust, muscular South African tour guide, Dirk Vandergrif; the mid forties Indian industrialist I’d thought was married, Prabha Rao; and two of the three native servants suddenly were paying me court. The two Zimbabweans were being particularly solicitous and brushing against me and touching me with their fingers in passing, the Indian was giving me hooded looks, and the tour guide, sitting by me at the dinner table out on the deck of the Elephant Camp West tent complex on the southern, Zimbabwe, bank of the Zambezi River, within hearing of the distant roar of Victoria Falls, was playing with my calf with his bare toes.

Vandergrif had already directly propositioned me, and I had teased him rather than saying no. He obviously took that as merely a logistical opportunity issue.

It was at that point that I had decided I’d had enough dinner and enough of that attention that I excused myself and went over and sat in the circle of garden chairs with the Indian couple, Prabha and Padma Rao. They had come to dinner in traditional Indian wear, Padma in a cobalt blue silken sari and Prabha, bare-chested, in a silken wrap from the waist down that showed off a solid, if a bit pudgy muscular torso. He was in good shape for his forty-plus years, and he was smooth bodied, the bit of roundness of him still locked tight inside tanned skin. I had come to sit with them because I assumed them a married couple and safe, but Padma excused herself and floated toward their shared tent not long after I sat and Taguma handed me a snifter of brandy. Prabha had one as well and also was smoking a brown-papered cigarette.

Prabha’s bare chest was nothing unusual. It was hot and muggy, the moisture almost visible in the air this close to the falls, and all of the other men were bare-chested and in shorts. None, including the Zimbabwean servants, had physiques they could not be proud to bare. Prabha managed to look cool despite the temperature and humidity from the mist coming off the nearby Victoria Falls.

The third couple of our safari group, the French newlyweds, Andre and Josette Colbert, both model-like thin and attractive, passed us by to go fuck in their tent. They spent every moment when not on a safari expedition or eating a meal in their tent fucking.

That said, so did Harvey Wingate and I, I suppose. Harvey and I had been together for a year–a year that had grown a little strained from lack of variety. This safari, which was something Harvey wanted to do way more than I did, was supposedly a one-year-anniversary celebration. As Harvey was the one with the money and the one who made the decisions, we were doing what Harvey wanted to do. I was along as something to sheath his cock in, and he pretty much treated me as such. He hadn’t been all that well recently, and an African safari was on his bucket list.

Harvey was a producer and financial backer of Broadway plays. I had been a dancer in one of the plays he was backing and had been virtually given to him to bed and to make happy by the musical’s director. I hadn’t minded. Harvey’s New York apartment and all of the parties he went to and gave were far above my capabilities at the time and I had expensive tastes. I also didn’t mind having a power-driven dick inside me. It wasn’t always Harvey’s. He gave me to whoever he pleased to and wanted to impress just as I had been given to him. When he gave a party, I was one of the party favors.

It wasn’t a relationship of affection, really. It was more one of mutual need and convenience. He needed someone young and good-looking for his bed and someone to fetch and carry for him, and I needed to be taken care of–to be provided for in terms of comforts and to have a man’s dick inside me, calming me and transporting me to another world. He took care of me in bed, but we weren’t demonstrably a couple in public. And when he was angry with me, he was quick to call me a whore or a prostitute, which, of course, in many ways I was. I hadn’t gone looking for a john, though. The director of the musical I was in had explained it as a sacrifice to be made for the good of the whole troupe.

“Ah, Mr. Bradley,” the Indian industrialist said when I sat down, “we’ve come half away across Africa already and haven’t had much of a chance to talk.”

He’d had his face behind a camera most of the time and only today seemed to notice I existed were the reasons, but he had been making up for lost time in interest since we’d met for drinks after the afternoon nap. We had followed safari customs of sightseeing in the morning hours, napping after lunch, and going out again at twilight to catch glimpses of the wildlife. Harvey and I–and the French couple–usually spent the nap time fucking, though.

“Brent. Please call me Brent, Mr. Rao.”

“And you should call me Prabha,” he countered with a smile. “I would hope we can be informal with each other–more than informal even.”

I wasn’t sure if he was signaling or not. I was watching Padma Rao disappearing into their tent with a graceful glide.

“You and your wife seemed so intent on capturing everything on film as we traveled, that I assumed you were putting together a photo journal and I didn’t want to interrupt that,” I said.

“My wife? Oh, you mean Padma. She’s my sister, not my wife. I have no wife. I’m not interested in having a wife, actually.” He was giving me a meaningful stare. This I was pretty sure was signaling. I had failed to think of him as anything but married to this point, so I couldn’t be sure he hadn’t been showing interest in me in earlier days and I just hadn’t noticed. But then he referenced this afternoon.

“You are a very attractive young man, and so athletic and graceful,” Rao said, leaning into toward me. “Your Mr. Wingate tells me you are a dancer on stage–in New York.”

“Yes, I am,” I said. “But I didn’t realize–”

“The walls of the tents here are transparent in certain angles of the sun,” he said. “And there are openings in unexpected places. You put on quite a show with Mr. Wingate this afternoon.”

“Ah,” I said, blushing. “I’m sorry we were being exhibitionists.”

“No need to be sorry. I enjoyed what I saw quite a bit. You are a very flexible young man. You bring to mind the positions of the Kama Sutra.”

Indeed I had been that afternoon. Harvey had wanted to take advantage of not only his height on me but also my dancer’s flexibility. How many trying positions had we managed, I wondered. There was the splits on the credenza, my legs in the splits, my rump turned up, my knuckles pressed into the top of the credenza, while Harvey, with his long, thin cock, fucked me from behind. And the position we called the Danseur, with me standing on one leg, the other one rising up his chest and being held by one of his arms, and his cupping my chin with the other, my right arm extended for balance, while he fucked me in a side split. And the third one I remembered from the afternoon was Harvey sitting on the bed and me in his lap arched back and my knuckles pressed into the wood planking of the floor, my legs wrapped around his waist, my view being an upside down look at one of the flaps of the tent–where I do remember having caught the glimpse of a watcher–and Harvey pulling me on and off his cock.

“Ah, you’re embarrassing me, talking about it,” I murmured.

“I don’t mean to be. Sex should not be a taboo subject in such primeval surroundings such as these, don’t you agree?” He asked. He looked serious and amused at the same time.

“I suppose not.”

“Not even talk of men having sex,” he continued. “I am interested in young men, just as Mr. Wingate appears to be with you. He tells me you are a prostitute. Do you do it for pay? I much enjoy an athletic coupling with a young, flexible man, and I am somewhat of an aficionado of the Kama Sutra. If you are for sale, I would very much like–”

“Speaking of Harvey,” I said, rising from the chair. “It looks like he’s ready to retire for the night.” Luckily, Harvey had risen, not too steadily, from the table, and did look like he wanted to go to our tent. He looked a little flushed too.

“Oh, now I’ve been too forward,” Rao said apologetically.

“No, of course you haven’t,” I answered politely, although of course he had been. Damn Harvey for telling him I was a prostitute, I thought, in irritation. Of course that’s essentially what I was. Harvey obviously was still smarting from my letting that big black bull, a completely stranger, but with such a great, muscular body and huge cock, fuck me on the banks of Lake Nyasa. I should let Rao fuck me to get him back for saying that. And perhaps I would, I thought.

Before I turned to move into the tent with Harvey, I turned and on impulse said, “No, you haven’t been too forward at all, Prabha. I’m flattered. I’ll think about what you have offered. I would like to hear more about the Kama Sutra.”

And I did think of it. Rao was an attractive man. I liked older men. He was thickish of body, almost Buddha like, but solid. I, of course, wondered if the thickness went to his cock. His directness, in fact, was refreshing and arousing.

Harvey said he felt feverish and a little weak when we went to bed, so I let him lie on his back on the bed, surrounded by mosquito netting, and I rode his cock, in reverse, Cowboy style, until we’d both come. Lying there next to him afterward and looking out of the tent across the decking, I realized that the hot tub was in my line of sight. Prabha Rao was sitting in the hot tub, cigarette in one hand and brandy snifter in the other. Our bed obviously was in his line of sight too. He’d been watching me ride Harvey.

After a few moments of indecision, I rose from the bed, naked, pushed the mosquito netting aside, and padded out to the deck.

“Lovely to watch,” Rao murmured to me as I approached the hot tub. “The mosquito netting gave the scene a dreamy, voyeuristic touch. You have a beautiful, small body. Exquisite. Perfectly proportioned and I could have told that you were a dancer. I’m am throbbing alive from watching you.”

“Do you want to do more than watch me?” I asked, running my hand through the water of the tub, but not touching him. Not touching him yet.

“Yes, I ache to be inside you,” he answered.

I sat on the side of the tub, leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, and let my hand run down his chest to his crotch. “Oh, shit, you’re huge,” I exclaimed as I pulled my hand back.

“Yes, I am. And my cock wants you,” he said. He dropped both cigarette and snifter off the side of the hot tub, reached for me, and deftly, with a minimum of splash, brought me into the tub and onto his lap, facing him. Forcing both of my legs to rise up his chest and holding my waist between his hands, he settled my hole on his cock. I groaned as he split and stretched me, not needing much preparation for him to go deep as I’d just been with Harvey. But the Indian’s cock was appreciably thicker. He spent the next several minutes pulling me all the way down into his lap as I groaned and grunted at the thickness and length of him, my eyes watering, my mouth muttering both encouragement and begging for a merciful handling that he relentlessly didn’t grant me. Fully saddled, he pumped me at great length, depth, and trial.

When he at last ejaculated, I knew I had been fucked. Through it all, he had maintained a cool control, whispering how much he was enjoying me and what he would do to me next–and then doing it. He moved me deftly in several different positions on the cock–all athletic, all demanding, all permitting him to reach deep inside me.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by Harvey’s belabored breathing. He was soaked in perspiration and obviously running a high fever. I roused the camp, and a boat with a doctor on it docked on our side of the river and took Harvey away to a hospital in Livingston, in Zambia, on the other side of the river.

Madzinga changed the bedding and I returned to the bed and to fretful sleep, only to be awakened by a visitation from Prabha Rao. He took me in a position that Harvey and I knew as the Bumper Cars–me on my belly facing in one direction and Rao on top of me on his belly facing the other, his pelvis on top of my buttocks, and his cock deep inside me, pumping. To take us to a mutual ejaculation, though, he went onto his back, put me on top of him on my back, with my feet on his bent legs and his arms laced through my left armpit in a half Nelson hold, his cock pumping up into my channel, and stroked me off in a timed release with his with his right hand. When he was finished, and after murmuring a “Well and sensually done; such a beautiful little body,” he was gone. I slept fitfully the rest of the night, not only worrying about Harvey but also worrying that Rao fucked me better than Harvey did.

Rao certainly was more inventive and challenging in the positions he put me in and, what was most melting to me was that, although he was dark complexioned, I found that his cock and balls were jet black. I had a special affinity for black bulls. I rarely was in a position to observe his cock except when I was sucking it, because most of the time it was inside my ass.

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“Is there news of Harvey?” I asked when I came out of my tent the next morning. The only ones about were the tour guide and two of the Zimbabwean servants. Dirk Vandergrif, dressed in his trail clothes, sat at the open-air dining table, drinking coffee. The Zimbabweans, Madzinga and Taguma, were moving around the table, clearing it of breakfast dishes. Taguma hastened to bring me a cup of coffee–fixed just as I liked it. As he did so, he gave me a knowing smile and brushed his hand against my forearm as he pulled away. He was able to make me shiver. He was a handsome buck. All three of the servants were, for that matter. And all three were sturdy enough to twist me into a pretzel shape if they wished too.

I more than once during the tour had fantasized on one of them manhandling me and taking me hard–just as that black bull boatman on the Nyasa Lake had, following me up from the dock after ferrying us across the lake and into the bushes, where he pinned me to the ground, covered my mouth with his hand, trapped me under his powerful body, and fucked me to heaven. Imagine his surprise when I not only didn’t report him for taking me unwillingly but also moved my pelvis in counterthrust with his, grunting my approval of the fuck. I had flirted mercilessly with him on the boat, which I accepted as giving him license to do what he did.

I struggled with him a bit when he had me on the ground, but he was too powerful for me, all black, shiny muscle. He was pleased that I struggled with him, but somewhat surprised that he entered me so easily with his big, black dick, as often as Harvey was using me and how aroused my body was by the black boatman from the time we were half way across the lake and I was imagining him inside me. Once saddled, huge, possessing, throbbing inside me, the boatman’s surprise had turned to awe and lust, as I set my efforts to the task at hand, spread my legs, elevated my pelvis to give him maximum access, and moved with his ever-quickening stroking. The pleasure was cloud-walking for both of us, and we’d attained a mutual ejaculation. I always did better with a big, black cock.

“I was told there will be no word until late afternoon,” Dirk said. “We might as well go ahead with our drive into the bush of Zambezi National Park to observe the wildlife. I know you’ve seen your fill of elephants, but there are lions, monkeys, and baboons in the park as well.”

“Where are the others?” I asked, looking around the deck and making a sweep of the line of tents without seeing any evidence of human animals.

“They went ahead. An earlier start would have been better, but I figured you needed your rest. You had quite an active night.” I turned to look at him, and he was giving me the same knowing smile that Taguma had when he gave me my coffee. There obviously were no secrets of the night in this tent camp. He could just as easily have referenced my scare in the night at finding Harvey so ill as a reason I needed my sleep. He obviously was making a point to have made an allusion to Rao’s visit later in the night and fucking me in challenging positions.

Funny thing, though, that he somehow had hustled Rao out to take the earlier tour, and his night had been as active as mine was.

It might have been better if I had tuned in to what was on the tour guide’s mind.

We set out in a Land Rover, the four of us–Madzinga and Taguma in front and Dirk Vandergrif in the back, with me. The road was rough even from the beginning and deteriorated steadily the deeper we drove into the scrub bush that was the Zambezi National Park. We were jostled about in the Land Rover, and Vandergrif made no effort not to be pressed into my side or to grip my knee or thigh to steady himself. If he expected it to arouse me sexually, it did. He was a powerfully built and ruggedly handsome man. I could tell that it aroused him. The crotch of his shorts filled out. I could see the line of his engorged cock through the material–even that he was cut. Madzinga was driving; Taguma regularly looked into the backseat with a grin that seemed to convey that he knew something that I didn’t.

As it turned out he did.

We saw elephants–in groups of parades–and giraffes–in towers–out in the open areas, and where there were stands of scraggly umbrella trees, we saw monkeys. What we weren’t seeing was lions, and although I didn’t really care if we saw one or not, Vandergrif insisted that I needed to see one, and kept urging Taguma forward along worsening road tracks deeper into the scrub. Another thing we didn’t see was the larger Land Rover the rest of the group had taken. That should have alerted me to what Vandergrif was doing.

Eventually, the track we were on just stopped. It stopped in a stand of trees.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“At the end of this trail, obviously,” Vandergrif said, with a grin. The two Zimbabweans had their heads turned to the backseat and were grinning at me as well.

“Obviously,” I said. “I think we can go back now. I don’t need to see a lion that much. Maybe there will be news of Harvey by the time we get back.”

“There’s something I want from you first,” Vandergrif said. “Something Madzinga and Taguma want too.”

“What?” I asked. But from the way the three of them were ogling me, already imagining me with my clothes off and writhing under them, I didn’t really have to ask.

“We want the same that you have been giving Wingate and Rao. We want you to give it us to us willingly and well. I heard Rao say that you are a prostitute. We want your ass. Payment will be a ride back to the river.”

“I don’t think–”

“Your choice is to let each of us fuck you or we can leave you here and let you find your own way back to camp.”

Well, if he put it that way–and, besides, I would have been willing to lie under any of them anyway. They were all hunks. The blacks were what I liked best; they promised to be black bulls. In fact I could see now that it was more than a promise. They both had fat, juicy cocks out and were stroking them to fullness. It had just been the demand–the sneakiness of getting it. And it had been the insensitivity of getting it with Harvey off in a hospital in another country. Of course, what was the difference between that and Rao coming to my tent last night after Harvey had been taken away? And I had accepted Rao without objection of the propriety of us fucking under those circumstances. I had gone to Rao myself with Harvey in my bed, sick.

Vandergrif had his cock out too, and it wasn’t anything extra special, but it was nice enough. He cupped the back of my neck and I didn’t resist the drawing of my face down to his lap or the opening of my mouth over his cock and giving him head. I gave Madzinga and Taguma head too before the three fucked me in succession.

The tour guide took me first, and at length, starting off with me, naked–the three of them kept their shorts on–sitting on his cock, facing him, in the backseat and leveraging off my feet as I rose and fell on the cock. The session with him ended with me laying on the seat, legs out of the open door of the Land Rover, ankles resting on Vandergrif’s shoulders, as he crouched on the ground at the side of the vehicle and fucked me missionary style. Taguma came into me immediately after Vandergrif pulled out and fucked me in the same position. Madzinga made me stand on the ground beside the open door, with my chest on the backseat and him fucking me doggie style from behind as he buried his fist in the hair on my head and arched my head back at him. Both of the blacks were hung and gave me quite a ride, which was short but rough and vigorous.

Vandergrif fucked me again in various positions on the drive back to Elephant Camp West.

No one said anything on the ride back about the need to see a lion. They’d seen and done what they came out into the bush for. Although I showed irritation, beyond the nagging concern for Harvey, I didn’t feel irritation; I felt satiation. I indeed was just a male prostitute, and was becoming increasingly content in that role. Any of the three of these men were more satisfying than sex with Harvey. We had gotten into a rut despite the challenging positions. There was something exciting and taboo about sex with these men–and with Rao–out here in the wilds of Africa.

“I wouldn’t suggest you get ugly about this,” Vandergrif said, as we drove back into the camp. The other Land Rover wasn’t back yet. “I have friends in high places in Livingstone and this park. It would be your word against mine.”

He did a double take from my response. “I won’t say anything if you come to my tent tonight–if Harvey isn’t back–and fuck me in more comfortable circumstances,” I said.

He paused for a moment, and then grinned. “And Madzinga and Taguma?”

“Yes, them too. No use pretending the three of you don’t know me totally now. But, speaking of Harvey, shouldn’t we call the hospital to see how he’s doing?”

“No need.”

“Why isn’t there a need? Is he back already? Did you see him as we drove in? I didn’t.”

“No, there’s no need, because I already knew before we drove out this morning. Mr. Wingate died in hospital last night. They haven’t determined what caused the fever, but it was too much for him. He had a heart attack.”

“Harvey’s dead? And you knew this morning? You didn’t tell me because you wanted to get me out in the bush and fuck me?”

“Yes to all. There wasn’t anything any of us could do for him, and it didn’t hurt you to know about it later than sooner.”

I stood and stared him down for a long moment. I had to admit I wasn’t surprised about Harvey. We knew he had heart problems. He knew he was taking a chance by pursuing his bucket list and, especially, going on something as challenging as this safari. We’d even discussed it, and he had said it was the way he wanted to go. What had primarily irritated me with all of that was that we hadn’t discussed what that meant for me–that he’d just leave me–and leave me high and dry. I couldn’t have been left any higher and dryer than here in the middle of Africa. I knew I would inherit nothing from him. He had family with rights and they hadn’t accepted his arrangement with me. I had no intention of challenging that. But I’d lost him now. And I was standing in the middle of Africa without even a ticket home as far as I knew. Harvey made all of the travel arrangements. I had no idea how firm they were and whether passage home had been booked and paid for.

But my mind was racing ahead. This bastard standing in front of me had known Harvey was dead before he took me out in the bush and fucked me–and he still took me out in the bush and fucked me. “Knowing Harvey was dead you still took me out in the bush and fucked me,” I said, accusingly.

“You’re just a prostitute. Wingate told me you were–that you were just with him for the free ride. You liked it; you wanted it. You’ve said as much.”

“That was before I knew what a bastard you are,” I said. “Knowing that now, just forget any visit in the night. I have weapons. You come close to me again, and I’ll use them. I may not kill you, but I’ll sure as hell cut your balls off.” With that, I turned and walked back to my tent.

Vandergrif caught up with me at the entrance of the tent and wrapped his arms around me. He hustled me over to the bed, threw me down, landed on top of me. I struggled with him, but he was too heavy, big, and powerful for me. He backhanded me twice across the face, which subdued me. I didn’t fight him when he slapped my thighs apart or when he forced himself inside me. Once he had his dick inside me, I calmed down and concentrated on the shaft that possessed and filled me and soon would be moving inside me, transporting me to another, higher world if only for twenty minutes of time. I couldn’t deny it; I lived to having a man’s dick inside me.

And when he set a rhythm of the fuck, I moved my pelvis with him and moaned for him and we worked together in the dance of the fuck. I was no longer struggling with him; I was writhing under him in lust and passion. He knew the difference, and he laughed at my quick and total surrender to him. He took me hard, pounding me deep and fast, and I clutched at his buttocks with my hands, wrapped my legs around his thighs, and met his thrusts with counterthrusts. We were a grunting and groaning fucking machine.

When he’d come and pulled out of me, he stood beside the bed, looking down at me, the conqueror. “I’ll leave you alone now, but don’t try to pretend that you aren’t randy for it. And don’t forget who has the power out here in the African wilderness.”

When he left the tent, I rolled over and beat the mattress in frustration. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him inside me again–I wanted them all inside me again. I couldn’t help it.

* * * *

I remained in seclusion for the rest of the afternoon and evening, not making an appearance when the rest of the safari group returned, voicing exclamations of the lions they’d seen on their drive into the park. It got very quiet, though, when Vandergrif told them Harvey had died, and they all went to their tents. No one disturbed me. Akashinga, the Zimbabwean servant who hadn’t fucked me, brought my dinner to the tent.

I went to bed early, events of my life with Harvey going through my mind in a loop, with two burning points continually coming up–that Vandergrif was right that I was heavily sexed–randy for the fuck–and the question of what I did now. Could I just go back on the chorus line in New York, auditioning extensively for parts and scoring a show infrequently and one with a decent running time almost never? Had I become dependent on having a sugar daddy to sustain me in the comfort I’d learned to expect? How did I reconcile these two issues?

As I lay there, staring out of the open flap of the tent entrance, I realized that I was following a moving point of light with my eyes. I eventually identified it as the tip of Prabha Rao’s cigarette. He wasn’t in the hot tub. He was somewhere closer to the decking.

I rose, naked, from the bed and padded slowly out onto the deck. He was sitting in a lotus position, legs bent and crossed in front of him on a mat on the deck. He too was naked. He’d worn a loin cloth of some sort out onto the deck–a long length of material–but that lay next to him, coiled like a cobra.

“Rao,” I said, coming closer.

“Brent,” he said, in answer. “I have been waiting for you. We both know the comfort you seek.”

We spoke no further for some time. We didn’t need to speak. I came close beside him, and, swiveling his torso without changing his sitting position, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him, turned his face to my crotch, took my cock in his mouth, and sucked me to a hard erection.

Then, smoothly and easily, he turned my body into a challenging position of flexibility, upending me in front of him and facing away from him. My back was arched and my head turned down so that I could take his cock in my mouth. My legs were slung over his shoulders, and he buried his face between my buttocks cheeks and ate my ass out, preparing me for his cock.

As smoothly as he put me in that position, he reversed me so that my thighs rested on his and my legs were wrapped around his waist. My channel was skewered on his cock. I leaned back, supported at the small of my back by the length of his loin cloth material, fisted at either end in his hands, and he tightened and released his grip on the cloth rhythmically, pulling my channel up and down on his cock.

Eventually, also seemingly effortlessly, he stood up, supporting me in front of him in the same position and by the same means and finished the fuck. We went back into the facing sitting lotus position and kissed and nuzzled, knowing that we’d fuck again and that, as we did so, the positions would become more athletic and would progressively challenge my flexibility and his invention more. It was as if he was looking for some sort of edge of my capability. He was moving me from grief through lust to wantonness, and I went with him willingly.

I knew it would be both a challenge and a means for me to hold his interest to be able to accommodate him–if there was any hope of getting what I wanted from him.

“You are good, very good, always fresh and surprising,” Rao murmured.

“So are you. I could be happy being taken to new, greater pleasures by you forever,” I answered, carefully choosing my words.

“Have you ever been to India–to Mumbai?” he asked after a pause that told me that his mind was churning–that I had him on the edge of what I wanted.

“No, never. But I’d love to see India.”

“Can you see yourself living in India–as a companion to me?”

Bingo!

“Yes, I think I could,” I answered.

“You would not be the only one, I must admit,” he whispered. “I have somewhat of a harem of young men at my disposal and in my house. But you intrigue me more than any other I have.”

“It’s a start,” I answered. It was a beggars can’t be choosers situation and I was a realist.

With a sigh he moved into a new position, standing, with my smaller body draped on the front of his, my knees gripping his hips, my fists clasped behind his neck, and his hand locked across my lower belly, as, while starting to move his reengorged cock inside my passage, my new provider took me–and himself–to new, greater heights of pleasure.

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Part 2

We reached our tents and started packing up our things and prepare to leave. After 20 minutes we were already ready so we put our stuff at the back of the car (Toyota Hilux) Ken asked me to stay with him at the back since only 5 people can fit including the driver and there were 6 of us and he’d be bored if he’ll be there alone, so I agreed.

The engine started and started heading home which takes 2 hours to 2 hours and 30 minutes, it was a cloudy day, thank God. I pulled my phone from my pocket and it was 20% battery so I turned Power Saving mode. I stated looking for my earphones but it was nowhere to be found so I asked Ken if he has one and he said he’d look for it inside his bag so I waited. After a minute or two he handed it to me. He asked “Are you going to listen to music or watch some porn? Uh, I mean videos?” And he laughed. I answered “I’ll be listening to music and I don’t have any porn here.” I lied and laughed. 

Counting Star by One Republic was now playing and I couldn’t stop myself not to sing along with it. Ken then asked if he can listen too because he’s bored so I gave him the right side of the earphone. He asked me while he was staring at the clouds above “Did you like my third leg?”, I pretended not to get it and asked ” What do you mean ‘third leg’?”, he pulled my phone and went to Photos and showed me the black dick with an arm beside it “This third leg” he looked me in the eye with a grin on his face. I laughed “Sure, it’d be a dream come true to have as big as this dick” I smiled, “To have as big as this dick in your mouth or your ass?”, ” I mean, if my dick was as big as your dick it would be a dream come true” I smiled.

He stared at the clouds again and I was feeling a little sleepy so I closed my eyes, after 5 minutes I felt his hand pushed the side of my head into his shoulder and I didn’t move or open my eyes. “In my mind I kept asking what was he doing? Is he gay? No way, he gets to fucked almost every hot girls in school and was a star player in basketball. I cleared my mind from these questions”.

After probably an hour of nap, I finally awoke and I was still on his shoulder leaning. I looked him in the face and his eyes were closed so I looked down and was amazed, he had a boner, a huge one of course since he has 10 inches dick. He was wearing jeans but the outline was very visible, I stared in awe, I started rubbing it very slowly so he wouldn’t wake up and it even become harder and bigger. I rubbed his dick for more than 5 minutes but I couldn’t take it out because of his jeans so I stopped. 

The car stopped to drop Nathan at his house and Ken and I both waved at him as he walks toward his doorstep. Now next to drop is Chae and after dropped Chae, Ken and I transferred to the front now. It was Robin’s place now so he went out of the car and said bye, Ken then asked “Did you enjoy Robin last night?” He jokingly said and Charles who was driving laughed and said “Yeah! Was he big?”, I answered “Did he say something to you guys?” Ken said “Busted! So you really enjoyed him last night?”, “Asshole! Nothing happened” I said. We reached Charles apartment and he asked “Would you like to stay in my apartment, I have one extra room and I don’t feel like driving you two home” Ken and I agreed.

I went to the back of the car and get my bag, my phone and Ken’s earphone is in my pocket now since we transferred to the front. When we entered Charles apartment I immediately asked for a charger and he went to his room and get it; Charles apartment wasn’t bad, it was huge for someone who’s living by himself.  I handed Ken’s earphone but he asked if I can put it in his left pocket so I did and felt his cock so I didn’t remove it quickly, Charles appeared from his room and handed me his charges and asked “What’s up with your hand? Feeling his leg or the ‘other leg’?”, “I think it’s the ‘other leg’ it’s the better leg too” Ken answered and I removed my hand from his pocket “I only put his earphones in his pocket” I said, they both laughed. Charles then told us to follow him to the other room where the two of us would be staying for the night, the bed wasn’t big so I asked Charles if it’s okay to sleep on the couch instead but Ken insisted and said we can share the bed so I agreed since I like the idea of ‘sleeping with him’.
Charles said he’d take a shower and will sleep so if we are hungry we can just check the fridge. Ken closed the door and stripped naked and said “I go to bed naked, do you mind?”, my dick started getting hard and answered “not at all, I’ll sleep in my boxer”. He went to bed and asked me to come and lie, I did and say “Are you sure about sharing the bed? We wouldn’t be able to make a move without hitting each other”, “No worries” he answered. I was charging my phone and luckily I can use it while on the bed because of the outlet near for the lampshade, I was in log position (you can Google it if you don’t know) while using my phone and Ken was on the same position too as I can feel his soft dick on my back.