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Felix Frederichs stood in the shadows of the station shed in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Lorton, Virginia, trench coat collar pulled up to cover his sallow cheeks, dark sunglasses on his face, directing the young Martin Mayer here and there in getting squared away for their overnight Amtrak Autotrain trip down the East Coast to Orlando, Florida. There apparently was some trouble about loading the limousine with the smoked windows onto the train–something about it requiring two berthing tickets rather than one. Martin would get that straightened out. It mattered not to Felix if they had to pay for two automobile slots. Money wasn’t a worry for Felix.

Frederichs scanned the parking lot as cars continued to arrive to be loaded onto the train. One area was reserved for drop-offs–passengers going to Florida from the Washington, D.C., area but without cars. His attention riveted on a sports car, where an older Caucasian man was driving and a young, handsome black man was about to climb out of the passenger side. The two men kissed and then the black man exited the vehicle, deftly lifted a large backpack out of the cramped backseat area, and strode, moving like a dancer ,toward the station building. Frederichs’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.

He was a large man, muscular but what you would call rangy ,almost gaunt. Despite that he exuded a sense of size. He wasn’t a handsome man .In fact, he was a bit grotesque of face, which would explain the high collar and sunglasses for anyone seeing him lurking in the shadows of the station house. No one was looking, however. Everyone was bustling about on their own time-sensitive needs to get on the train and get settled. Felix could have been anywhere in his fifties or sixties. He had a European air about him and dressed elegantly, albeit the trench coat was a little out of place in the spring in northern Virginia. The temperature was rather cool, though, and perhaps the black man, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, looked more incongruous in this weather than Felix did.

Frederichs’s man, Martin, also wore a jacket with the collar turned up and sunglasses, and he didn’t spend any more time out in the sun than he had to either. He was a muscular blond, quite handsome, and appeared to besome where in his late twenties. Darting back to Felix’s side now, the older man directed his attention to the young black man crossing the asphalt.

“Him,” Felix said in a European accent.

“Do you think . . . ?”

“He kissed an older man in a car just now. On the lips. The man drove away and left him. He doesn’t appear to be meeting anyone here.”

Martin darted off again, moving to where he was walking in the wake of the young black man as the young man entered the station house.

When Martin returned some fifteen minutes later, he said, “He’s magnificent. He has a coach ticket–a single ticket. He smiled at me. I caused him to drop his ticket and I picked it up for him. He said he was on his way for what he said was a ‘gig’ in an Orlando club and then he would pick up a job as a waiter on a cruise ship berthed in Tampa. I told him I worked in films in Prague and he shared more. He’s a dancer.”

“He was quite chatty with you,” Felix said.

“He was interested–and, I think, available. His eyes told me he did more–and that he’d do it for me. I’m sure he will do it. He said he’d love to be in films. I told him I was traveling with a famous European film director.”

“Possible complications?”

“He said no one was meeting him in Sanford. I said I was going to Orlando and had transportation and he brought up the idea that I might drive him there. I said I’d be happy to. I suggested the possibility of having a drink with him in Orlando unless someone was meeting him there. He jumped at the opportunity. He said he’d be there alone–that he had never been to Orlando before.”

“He said he’d go to bed with you in Orlando?”

“The idea was hanging there with both of us thinking it. He was making the hints. He says he drifts around taking dance and waiter jobs at clubs and on cruise ships. A loner. When I offered to drive him from Sanford, where the train stops, to Orlando, he didn’t hesitate to accept. He said he’d like to show his appreciation for that but was, as he said it, ‘pretty tapped out’ at the moment. I said we’d think of something–that maybe we’d find each other on the train–and he just smiled. I could have had him there in the station men’s room. I could tell that he was looking around for possibilities of privacy. So, no complications, no. But it’s time to board. For now, we should get you on the train and in our compartment.”

* * * *

“There you are. I hoped that I’d be able to see you again.” Martin had scoured the train looking for the young black man. He’d found him in the last coach compartment, with only a baggage car beyond it. There was a sign on the baggage carriage that it was closed to passengers. They’d already turned off the overhead lighting for the night part of the run. The black guy couldn’t have picked a better place to sit. He had an overhead light on, shining down on a couple of glossy magazines he’d been reading. Martin saw an exercise magazine on top, but under that, was that amen’s skin magazine?

Yes, it was. The black guy pulled the other magazine off it for an ever-so-short time but also time enough for Martin to see it–and for the black guy to know Martin had seen it. No more signaling was needed. Indeed, there had been enough signaling already. The black guy was eager for it.

“Oh, I was just thinking about you–and about films,” the young man said.

Martin leaned over the back of the empty aisle seat in the black guy’s row, wondering if he could get the guy to rise up so their mouths could meet. It was clear the black guy wanted to do that. There was no one else for several rows back from them in the carriage. The nearest row had an old man who already was trying to make a bed out of his two seats. He was covered with a blue train blanket. His eyes were closed and his breathing was both noisy and regular.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a while? I would enjoy some conversation and . . .” Martin didn’t expound on the “and.”

“Please do; I would enjoy that.” The beautiful black guy was almost perceptively trembling. His all-white-teeth shone in the dark corner of the dimly lit train carriage. Both the swaying of the carriage and the sounds of the wheels clacking on the rails underneath subdued the atmosphere, making it monotonous and a bit mesmerizing. The black man would be slow to respond. Martin’s stance, on the other hand, was all scheming attention.

Of course the young black guy had done some scheming of his own on where he’d chosen to sit and what signal he had thrown up when, as he hoped, the muscular and great-looking white guy with the funny, rich accent had found him.

Martin returned the smile. He didn’t sit in the high-backed seat beside the young man immediately, though. He did some signaling of his own. He reached into the open bin over the row of seats and brought down a blue Amtrak blanket. Then he produced two white handkerchiefs from his pocket and unfolded them.

The young black man looked on quizzically and with interest. He obviously wanted to ask about those.

“I think–I hope–we’ll want the blanket a little later. The handkerchiefs as well.” Martin said, not providing further explanation. Then he reached under the shelf over the seats, turned off the reading light, propelling the two of them into near darkness, punctuated only by the lights along the side of the rails flashing by as a train going the other way passed them at high speed. As he went down into the seat, Martin snaked his arm around the neck and shoulders of the other man, who had leaned slightly forward and toward the aisle. The black man gave no indication of balking at this. Martin cupped the closely cropped head of the other guy in his hand and brought the man’s head forward, close to where his face ended up as he slid into the seat.

“Can I have a taste of you?” he asked. “Or have I read you wrong?”

“No, you haven’t read me wrong,” the young black man said, his voice breathy, “but a taste of me?”

“Kiss you. I didn’t mean suck you off, but that could come later.”

Sam sucked in his breath and Martin took his moment of confusion to bring their lips together. They kissed, merely exploratory a tfirst, but then again, hungrily.

The black man spread his legs, relieving the sudden pressure on his basket inside his tight trousers. There was no question that Martin could fuck him any time he wished.

“After talking with you at the station in Lorton I kept thinking about you,” Martin said as he sat back in his seat. The blanket sat, folded, on his lap. The handkerchiefs lay, also folded, on top of that. Martin fished two rubber bands out of his pocket and laid them on top of the handkerchiefs.

“Thinking about me?” The young black guy showed every sign of being pleased. “My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Saunders.”

“They call me Bertoldt,” Martin answered. Strangely enough, that was his given name. He was traveling as Martin, but he got a little extra arousal of using his real name with young men he picked up, like Sam–knowing the use of the name would go no farther. “I was thinking of how handsome you are and the grace with which you move–and that you say you are an entertainer.You would do well in the count’s films.”

“The count?” Sam still obviously was pleased. Martin wasn’t the only one who had been thinking of their encounter in the station house and Martin mentioning that he was involved in making films.

“Count Frederichs. I told you I was traveling with a famous European film producer. He’s Czech, and he makes all kinds of films. Sam doesn’t make much of an impact as a film name. I see you with the name Jet.”

“Because I’m black?”

“People would remember you by that name. There’s nothing wrong with you being remembered as black. You’re a beautiful young man.”

“In Czech films? A black man in Czech films? There probably wouldn’t be too many roles that a black actor could–”

“You would be a real stand out in one form of film the count makes,” Martin said. “You’d be really memorable and therefore saleable. The pay would be very good. If, of course . . .”

“If of course what?” Sam was following along closely. He was getting it now, of course, but that didn’t mean he’d lost interest.

“There’s an expectation about black men,” was all that Martin said. It was all that he need to say.

“You mean that all black men are hung?” Sam said. He said it with a bit of teasing humor, as he quite clearly was on Martin’s wavelength.

“Yes, you are so good looking that you would be a sensation in the right kind of Czech film, if, of course, you fulfill a viewer’s expectations. But, in addition to that, it would help if there was something about you that went counter to stereotype as well. The films I’m thinking of, by the way, would be interaction films between men. Could you be interested in doing those?”

“Yes,” Sam answered, his voice low and hoarse. “But the counter to stereotype . . . what do you mean by that?”

“You aren’t the usual sort of black men in films of this nature, Jet.” It wasn’t lost on Sam that the handsome, muscular blond was using the stage name he’d already proposed. It was like Sam already had a job offer. “Most black men are thought of as dominating studs. There are Czech men who would be interested in seeing films of a Czech dominating a black man, especially a well-endowed one. I’ve watched you move and you are a slim man. And you’ve said you are a dancer. My thought of you in a film is as . . .”

“A submissive?” Sam filled in the sentence. “Yes, I am gay and a submissive,” he declared. “And you want to know if I’m hung too.”

“It would allow possibilities to continue to be discussed. Am I embarrassing or angering you?”

“No, not at all.”

“Do you mind if I check your cock out?”

Sam hesitated.

“I am going to fuck you, aren’t I? When I do, I’ll find out how big you are anyway, won’t I?”

Sam groaned, but he muttered an “OK,” adding, “You’ll find I’m hard, though.”

“I would hope so. If not, I would be wasting my time here.” He chuckled and Sam echoed that with a nervous little laugh of his own.

He kept his legs spread, and merely gave a little jerk when Martin unzipped his fly and stuck a hand in. Sam’s breathing became ragged, as Martin spent quite possibly a little more time than was needed measuring the cock with his hand and hefting the young man’s balls. “Yes, you’re nicel yhung,” Martin said, taking his hand out and zipping Sam back up.

“May I kiss you again?”

“Yes, please.” Martin’s arm had been behind Sam’s shoulder all this time. He cupped the young man’s wooly black-haired head again and turned it for a deep kiss. This time there was added heat in the kiss. His other hand went back to Sam’s basket. Sam moaned at having the attention return there so quickly. Martin gave the cock a really good feel through the material of the shorts, taking time to grasp it, run his fingers up its length, and give it a couple of good strokes. Sam was breathing hard.

“You want to jack me off?” Sam asked. “Is that what the blanket is for?”

“Yes and yes.”

“And the handkerchiefs and rubber bands. What are they for?”

“If you are interested in proceeding, you’ll find out. I want to find out how big you can get and how well you can hold it–all something we’d need to know for the movies–and I want you to pleasure me at the same time. To get into movies, you have to be prepared to give it up to those who matter. If you please me, I’ll introduce you to the count. Do you want an interview with the count?”

“Yes.”

Martin tucked the handkerchiefs and rubber bands under his thigh on the seat next to him, opened up the blanket, and spread it across both of them, up to their chins. He turned his body toward Sam and nudged Sam to do the same thing. He unbuckled and unzipped Sam, pulled the waistband of the young black man’s bikini briefs to below his balls, hooking the waistband there, and took a quick feel of the young man’s cock. “Seven soft?” he asked in a murmur.

“About that. But I’m not soft.”

“No, you’re not. I say nearly eight already. But in the movies, we sometimes want the guys to start soft so the difference can be seen.” After another quick feel of Sam’s equipment, Martin ran his hand up under the hem of Sam’s T-shirt and felt out the young man’s chest and abs. The hand went down to Sam’s thighs, and the black man opened his leg stance more. Martin turned Sam’s face to him and took him into a kiss, which covered Sam’s gasp as Martin pushed Sam’s shorts and briefs down to his knees; forced his hand between Sam’s thighs, under his perineum; and, hand fanning out over the young man’s buttocks, raised Sam’s butt off the seat. Martin’s middle finger found Sam’s hole and penetrated it up to the knuckle. Sam gasped again and the kiss became intense.

Sam wasn’t a novice, though. He wasn’t just a dancer in clubs; he was for rent too. As they kissed, he raised and lowered his hips, taking the finger deeper inside him.

When they came out of the kiss, Martin withdrew his finger and brought the hand back around to grasp, and to start to slow pump, Sam’s cock.

“Me too. Jack me while I’m jacking you,” Martin commanded.

“Gladly,” Sam whispered and he moved to unbuckle and unzip Martin and to push his trousers and briefs down his legs. He grasped Martin’s cock and gasped again “Shit, you’re huge. Thick and long. Eight at least?”

“Yes. You too now. At least eight and a half.”

“But not thick.”

“Nice, though. Good for films.”

“You have me excited. I think I’m going to–”

“But you can hold it, can’t you? For films, it’s important not to come too early.”

“I’ll manage.”

“Time for the rest, though,” Martin muttered, and he reached down and came up with a handkerchief and a rubber band.

“What? Oh, shit,” Sam said, as Martin covered Sam’s dick with the handkerchief, folded double thick, and snapped a rubber band over it to keep it in place.

“This isn’t for the movies. This is so we don’t leave a mess here.”

He leaned Sam’s body over toward the train window, belly down, and rose up and hovered over him. He continued jacking Sam’s sheathed cock with one hand while moving the other one to Sam’s buttocks and penetrated his ass with, first one finger, and then a second one. He told Sam to turn his head toward him, and when he did, took Sam’s mouth in a kiss again, but then moved his mouth to Sam’s throat, finding and sucking on Sam’s throbbing vein there while he jacked him with one hand and finger fucked him with the other .Occasionally, he let his teeth slide across the vein in Sam’s neck, but he didn’t bite.

Sam filled the middle of the handkerchief with cum, and they lay there, Martin up on his knees and hovering over Sam, Martin’s hard dick sliding back and forth over the rim of Sam’s hole and pressing under Sam’s balls.

“I could fuck you like this,” Martin murmured.

“Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me,” Sam whined.

“Don’t want to waste the other handkerchief,” Martin said, with a low laugh. He settled back in his seat, put the handkerchief and rubberband in place on his own cock, and lay back in the seat. “Make me cum with your hand now,” he said.

“I’ll suck it off if you’d prefer,” Sam whispered.

“Can you show me how you’d do it in a movie?”

The second handkerchief was retired unsoiled. Sam’s head went under the blanket and showed Martin how he’d do it in a movie. Martin let the young black man know he was pleased.

“You can fuck me,” Sam said when he came up for air. “If you want to know if I can perform for the camera, you can fuck me.”

“Of course I’m going to fuck you. But there are two of us you should impress if you want to do these movies,” Martin said. “The count is in a private compartment. You’d have to let two of us do you.”

“That’s OK. I’ll take you both.”

“Is that a specialty of yours, taking two guys at once?”

Sam didn’t answer.

“Just joking,” Martin said, “but give it a thought. You’d make more money if you did doubles. Zip up now and I’ll take you back to the count. We’ll take all your gear. We’ll check your endurance for the night and then drive you to Orlando when we reach Sanford. I’d say we might have a whole new career for you, Jet.”

* * * *

The compartment was dark when they got there, the drapes pulled over the wide window looking out on the world passing by and also drawn across the door to the corridor that had a window in it that was blanked out by the curtain.

Until his eyes became adjusted to the dark Sam couldn’t see anything. Even then, it was only a short time that he could do more than make out swirling forms covered in black caps. He got only a brief warning when Martin opened the door from the corridor and pressed Sam’s back to urge him to enter, that the compartment had been converted for the night. Indeed, it was 11:00 p.m., so the train was quiet other than the grinding sounds of the carriages groaning along the tracks and clack of the wheels on the rails. The lower bed was wider than a single and extended out almost to the edge of the sink, on the right of the door, fronting the minuscule combination toilet and shower compartment. The upper bunk was narrower. With the lower bed down, though, there was only room for the single passenger seat by the door to the toilet.

Sam first saw the narrow space he had to go between the lowered bed and the sink to get into the dark compartment and thus he only got a quick look at the man stretched out on the lower bed before Martin had propelled him in the compartment and had shut the door to the corridor, plunging the compartment into darkness.

The impression Sam got, though, took his breath away. He saw the tall, gaunt figure of a naked man, with the edges of a black cape loosely covering part of his body. He got a glimpse of the craggy face and of the sinewy muscles of the man. The greatest image that accosted him, though, was of the huge, long and thick, cock the man held in his hand and was stroking. Sam had never seen a cock that size–and Sam had seen more than his share of hardmen’s cocks.

The darkness gave Sam a disadvantage. It was clear that the other two men were in their element in the dark. Martin expertly stripped Sam of his clothes and of his own, not fumbling a bit in the darkness, and as he was being stripped, the man on the bed was reaching out with huge hands and fondling Sam’s body. After stripping, Martin wrapped a black cape around his own naked body, and from then on Sam only got brief snatches of views of body parts–mostly cocks and fangs.

Martin fucked Sam immediately, from behind, with Sam leaning toward the window in the small space left between the lower bed and the front edge of the passenger seat. Sam’s hips were jutting out behind him, his legs were in as much of an open stance has the space permitted, his arms were stretched out toward the side of the train compartment, his head hanging down between them, and the heels of his hands pressed into the thick curtain that had been pulled across the window.

Martin, a good bit taller than Sam, was crouched over his back, hands gripping the young black man’s hips, and thick and long cock buried up inside Sam’s ass, with Sam writhing against the invasion and making sounds of a forceful taking as Martin thrust hard and rapidly up inside him. Martin’s cock now seemed much bigger than it had back in the coach section when Sam had jacked him off, and, if Martin hadn’t been holding one of his hands over Sam’s mouth, the young black man would have been screaming bloody murder over the size of the cock pounding away inside him.

Martin’s mouth was pressed to the throbbing vein in Sam’s throat, and at some point his incisors sprang forward and pierced the young black man’s skin, and Martin was feeding on Sam’s blood.

Similarly, Count Felix, on his side on the lower bed, pulled over to the edge of the bed and was embracing Sam’s thighs with one arm and was exploring all parts of the young black man’s body that he could reach with the other hand. He sucked on the young black man’s cock until Sam came for him and then he licked around the groin area. When his teeth sliced into a throbbing vein running up into Sam’s groin from a thigh, the cut was so precise that Sam hardly felt it.

What he did feel, though, beyond the glorious fuck Martin was giving him was the coursing of the blood through his body. He had no idea it was being transported to the bodies of two other men. All he knew was that it was an entirely new, strange, and pleasant sensation and that it made him lightheaded as if he were floating in the air. He welcomed the feeling.

Under the attention of the two specters, Sam’s body was covered with swirling black capes, marking the beginning of his disappearance from this world.

When Martin had shot his load, he lowered Sam’s body onto the lower bed, sandwiching him between Felix and himself. The magic of the saliva being shared with the young black man by the other two was such that it opened him up enormously–so much so that, stretched between Felix and Martin, both monstrously endowed men, their girth and length enhanced by the infusion of young blood, he was able to sheath both men at once. The two men, experienced in sharing another, took their time to open a huffing and puffing and sighing and moaning Sam up to their extraordinary needs. But Sam eventually took them both without suffering the splitting of his passage walls, which wasn’t always the case when Martin hooked less experienced and used prey.

Occasionally, Felix preferred the inexperienced and the sensation of bursting a young man’s passage and feasting on the flow of blood as the young man’s life ebbed away. Such was not the case with Sam, though.

Making love to his passage but to each other’s stretching and rubbing cocks as well, Felix and Martin shared Sam through the night. As they fucked him, they were feeding on opposite sides of his neck. They paced themselves, though. They had done these many times before down through the centuries. They liked to stretch out the use of their prey, not to overindulge.

Toward morning, Martin withdrew, leaving Felix to feed on and fuck Sam by himself. Felix liked to edge his victims, bringing them close to death but then backing off and letting them recover a bit before sucking and fucking them back to the edge again. He was a master at doing this.

At length, they all slept for a few hours, Sam being held between the two lovers, sighing at their kisses and the movement of their hands over his body and, occasionally, the sucking at his throat.

When they helped him off the train when it arrived in Sanford, Florida, they got sympathetic looks from others. But Sam had a sappy, dreamy smile on his face and was able to put one foot in front of the other, so it was apparent that he was just embarrassingly intoxicated from drinking the previous night or suffering from motion sickness.

The limousine had been taken off the train before the men, Felix and Martin, in sunglasses and trench coats with pulled-up collars, and Sam rather sloppily dressed in his T-shirt and athletic shorts, came off the train. Martin opened the rear passenger door of the limo. Felix got in, turned, and opened his arms to receive Sam. He had Sam undressed and stretched across the backseat on his belly while Martin, at the wheel, was still maneuvering the limo with its smoked windows.

Sam had been left to recover for a few hours and was now good for an hour or two more of sport–enough time to get them a far distance down the highway, at least into an area where seldom-used back roads, lined with alligator-infested canals, led off the main thoroughfare.

Felix was out of his trench coat as well, revealing a swirling black cape, covering a naked body. He stretched out on Sam’s back, pulling the cape over them both, urged Sam a bit up on his knees, forced his impossibly long and thick cock inside an ass that had been reamed to his specifications earlier in the night, sliced his incisors into a vein at the side of Sam’s neck, and, as Sam sighed and gurgled, the count fed and fucked. He carried Sam along the edge between life and death. They could always pick up a hitchhiker along the way, but it would be best if Felix could make Sam last a while. He, after all, was a delectable piece and so docile and yielding.

They were driving to Miami. Chances are good that Sam would be used up in the backseat of the limo before they got there. But Felix was the boss, so he fed and fucked to the degree he wished and Martin got the leftovers–at least what Martin didn’t take off the top in acquiring the prey. And Miami was prime territory for finding young star-struck men who would do and give anything to get into films–even Czech porn flicks.

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“Fuck off and leave me alone.”

Tyler panting hard, he maybe on the track team but these guys were college athletes and baying for him. Tyler didn’t care his heart was racing as he ran into the woods. He ran not knowing how much longer he could keep ahead of them. Every muscle in his legs ached the, hot sun searing down, sweat coming out of every pour of the high school senior. He had long discarded the left over fabric of his torn shirt. Topless and scared running for his life.

At first Tyler thought it was a joke. Ok he had been talking to his friends not looking where he was going and knocked the drink from the college guy’s hand but he instantly apologised and offered to get a new one. The muscular jock just grabbed him.

“I’m going to rip your head off and shit down your throat.”

Tyler probably shouldn’t have done what he did next. Driving his knee up not hard but defiantly enough to get free. The other two grabbed at his shirt as he ran that’s how he ended up topless. Looking over his shoulder deep in the woods he couldn’t see them but could hear them, his whole body exhausted he took cover in some undergrowth and a fallen tree trunk. He rested his back against the trunk. Once his heart slowed after what seemed like ages but could only been 5 minutes Tyler turned and peered over trunk to his relief he couldn’t see them sighing and closing his eyes he sat down again. With his head in his hands and starting to breathe easy Tyler heard a twig snap looking up the 3 giants stood over him.

“Em have any of you got the time please?” Tyler couldn’t think of anything else, he knew he was done for.

“Smart ass are you? See how smart you are in a minute. Clint, Ste grab him.”

Clint was tall with a swimmers body, blue eyes, blonde hair and cute boyish looks. Ste was almost opposite short full of muscle like a wrestler, more ruggedness, had dark hair and eyes. The two of them grabbed Tyler and pinned him to the trunk before the kick connected on Tyler where he delivered the knee earlier. The air rushed from his body and was quickly replaced by pain.

“That was to get even, now I believe I was going to do something to you however I will let you keep your head. Tyler’s hair was yanked back and his head rested on the log. The college lad who had the drink dropped his short’s he was wearing a jock as he turned Tyler seen his well defined globes with dark hairs. As his ass got lower Tyler could smell the manly sweat and see it around the hole.

“Lick me good and I might not go all the way bitch.” He said.

Tyler didn’t need a second warning he stuck his tongue in the tight opening and started licking deep. This brought some moan’s of joy from the college lad. He was defiantly a football player, six two, pure muscle green eyes well kept hazel hair and stubble. Tyler worked his tongue round trying to find a spot. This was Tyler’s first sexual experience. His tongue was beginning to ache but he knew he had to keep going as the alternative didn’t bare thinking about. After rimming for a while the college guy stood up and walked to Ste grabbed the arm held by Ste. This time Tyler’s hair was let go, as Ste lowered his ass was bigger with muscle,  smelt a lot stronger and had a lot more hair. Somehow this got to Tyler and his cock was straining in his boxer’s itching to be free. Tyler went straight to work on Ste’s hole causing the jock to moan and stumble. He steadied himself with the trunk. Tyler was going wild the bitter taste was gross but somehow Tyler loved it. Again he tried to find the spot. Ste got off and replaced Clint who stripped completely leaving just his sneakers on. His tall frame almost completely hairless with a small public region very well kept. He had a skinny build with muscles popping out of his arms, thighs, calf’s, pecs and washboard abs. Out of the 3 he was by far the best looking. Even his sweat glistened in the sun. As he bent over and lowered his ass smelt fresh, soapy with a slight fresh sweat smell. Tyler could feel precum forming in his pants as he stuck his tongue in the tightest hole yet. Clint groaned and started grinding his ass down. Tyler pushed in as far as he could and Clint responded by fucking himself on Tyler’s tongue. Once Clint was done he moved and the main protagonist stripped down to his sneakers. He had a much fuller body, sweat pouring out him, veins pumping across his bulging muscle. Tyler could see why he was in control.

Tyler was moved forward a little just off the trunk on to his knees. Then slammed back his bare shoulders and back hurt but it was just to show who was in charge but what happened next took Tyler completely by surprise. Tyler was preparing himself to give his first ever blow job instead the college guy got Tyler’s long thin 8 inches out and started sucking.

“oh fuck that’s fucking magic.” Tyler couldn’t help saying it as the warm wet lips glided expertly up and down his hard throbbing shaft, his tongue stroked the underside of Tyler following his thick vein until the head then licking precum up to his slit. Everything the college guy’s tongue touched Tyler’s slit he would shiver and moan. Tyler’s body stiffened as he felt ready to expel his seed however the college guy got up leaving Tyler aching for release. He walked up to Tyler’s face pointing his long fat throbbing cock dripping wet at the end straight at Tyler’s mouth. Tyler didn’t need instruction he opened up and sucked as much in as he could. The saltiness of precum unlocked an animalistic reaction in Tyler and he thrashed his arms to try and free himself, not to run but to better serve these jock’s. College guy nodded, Clint and Ste let Tyler go, Tyler moved his hand a grabbed the firm ass for purchase. Twisting his head as he sucked in and all taking more each time before gagging but hungry for it all and with a little encouragement he got it just as the climax hit and pumped him full of warm salty seed.

Ste then pushed Tyler back against the trunk and went down on Tyler causing the teen to cry out.

“oh fuck yeah, not again please finish me.”

Ste again made Tyler writhe in pure bliss as his lips and tongue worked the youngster into a sexual frenzy. Tyler tensed up again but Ste kept going, Tyler felt the build and was just on the verge of blowing when Ste stood up leaving the teen even more frustrated. Ste had a thick hairy fat cock not as long but it stuffed Tyler’s mouth and throat as he worked it in and out getting faster and deeper with every thrust. Again Tyler twisted his head and put everything he had into it. Ste was moaning and grunting as he stiffened and the teen got a second load in his mouth.

Tyler had a feeling he knew what was next and was right. Clint pushed him back and began taking him like a pro.

“Fuck my poor cock please let me cum.” Tyler pleaded. Again he was brought right up even closer to the point of release before Clint stood leaving Tyler a sexual wreck. Clint’s long thin member was the easiest to take the whole way and like before Tyler did just that working Clint hard before swallowing the jock’s thick load. Exhausted and pouring with sweat Tyler collapsed but even though his cock was rock he knew better than to touch it before the jock’s left. Tyler anticipated that they would leave but he was wrong. Ste and Clint picked Tyler up and bent him over the trunk, college guy took up position behind Tyler and pushed his cock into the teens virgin hole. Tyler had never felt pain like it and Tyler cried out to no avail. He took a brutal pounding for about ten minutes, the jock’s thighs hammering the back of his own. Tyler’s pain soon turned to pleasure as this muscled machine fucked him hard hitting his spot forcing Tyler to clamp his arse tight on the invading cock sending college guy over the edge and filling Tyler deep.

Tyler stayed still and waited for Ste to take position. Even though his hole was slick and open Ste’s thickness brought more pain as it stretched Tyler out more.

“oh fuck yeah fuck me hard please.” Tyler begged. Ste obliged powering hard into the teen making him scream with joy. Tyler clamped down and sent an uncontrollable wave through Ste as he smashed into Tyler as deep and hard as he could before unleashing his flow into Tyler.

Now Tyler was getting weak at the knee’s as Clint began his assault. There was no pain but Clint got a lot deeper causing Tyler to collapse to his knees with pleasure. Clint took methodical strokes strong and precise hitting Tyler’s spot every time driving the teen wilder and weaker. Tyler was a gibbering, panting mess in desperate need of his own release. Clint fucked him hard and longer than the others as he had a steady pace and being thinner Tyler couldn’t grip him as tight not to mention his ass was drenched by two loads. Clint started going hard once again bringing Tyler to the verge before Clint screamed and let go and more seed was pumping into the already full teen.

Tyler collapsed back against the trunk and watched as Clint got his clothes on. All three stood looking at the cum filled mess just a heap on the floor.

“Next time squirt don’t run.” College guy said as they left.

Tyler waited until they had gone quickly pulled his bottoms over his ass to keep as much cum there as he could so he could feel the wet squishy sensation as he stroked himself vigorously as he recalled what had happened. It wasn’t long before.

“oh fuck yeah. Tyler covered his chest and abs in his own seed.

After a little recovery time with the taste of cum still in his mouth, the feeling of it swishing in his ass and his own drying on his body Tyler got up and ran home trying not to be seen.

Tyler entered his house.

“Happy birthday bro, what the fuck happened to you. ” Tyler’s older brother asked.

“Long story, will tell you when I get cleaned.”

“Ok bro present is in your room didn’t know what else to get you.” He followed Tyler to his room.

Tyler went in and his heart stopped. He was greeted by a hand.

“Hi, I’m Sam, hope we weren’t to rough.”

Tyler looked at Sam, then Ste and finally Clint. Then he looked at his brother all had big grin’s on their face.

“Happy birthday bro hope you enjoyed my present there will be more later if you want it.”

Tyler hugged his brother. “Best present ever.” They all laughed.

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Robin: The Boy Blunder

Superhero FanFiction

“And where do you think you’re off too?” asked Batman as he saw his crime fighting partner, Robin, scour away.

“I’m going solo Batman!” Robin screamed as he began his descent into the city skyline.

“You are not ready Robin.” Batman tried to say back but his words were lost, as Robin had descended into the city.

Robin was tired of being a sidekick. Batman would always sideline him when the threat was too big. Robin had already proven himself multiple times that he could face down tough enemies with Batman. Together they beat Mr. Freeze, The Riddler, and even Killer Croc. Yet Batman would not let him try a solo mission or be a solo act. Robin reached his limit. He was going to go solo without Batman’s blessing.

Robin donned his classic outfit. He wore his green briefs, red shirt with an R on the left side, and his black mask covering only his eyes. His cape was yellow and soft. This outfit was equipped with a better utility belt and it was would prove to Batman that he could take on any thugs without all the body armor.

The boy wonder was only 18. He filled out his costume a bit more than when he wore when he was 16. His wavy brown hair his were his mask was tied behind his head. His pale skin and hairless legs made it seem he was wearing panty hose under his green briefs, yet he did not. His green slip on shoes met his foot right at the tip. He had almost outgrown this costume. Alfred would have to make changes later.

Robin patrolled they city sky looking for any signs of danger. His earpiece was hooked to the Gotham City Police Department CB radio. All he could hear were just robberies by street level thugs. Robin was going to intervene, but he knew in order to prove to Batman he could be solo he would have to take on a bigger fish.

As he continued his patrol he finally heard something interesting come from the CB radio.

“Joker has been spotted nearby.” Said one officer

“Should we intervene?” asked another.

“No way! Let the Batman handle it!” chimed in another.

“He’s busy with Two Face at the moment.” Said an officer in disarray.

“Leave him be. We will just let Batman know he was spotted at the amusement park.”

“This was it!” Robin thought to himself. He would take on the Joker. That would be the best way to prove to Batman he was ready to be a solo hero. Robin readied his grapple hook and took off towards the amusement park.

As he began his dive onto a nearby roof, Robin looked at his surroundings. The amusement park was derelict. The amusement park had been abandoned for many years. It would make sense that the Joker would set up a base here. Robin surveyed the area until he saw one of the clown’s thugs coming out of the haunted house attraction.

Robin made his way to the house. He snuck past the guard and BAM! Robin knocked out the guard. He checked him for anything that would let him gain access into the attraction. He found a keycard and used it to get into the house. With a slide of the card Robin had entered the house.

“Well isn’t this exciting!” said a voice the was giggling in the distance.

“Show yourself Joker!” Robin demanded.

“Not yet boy blunder! First we got to send Batman a message!” With that Robin was surrounded by knockout gas.

“Oh no! Knockout gas! You won’t get away with this Joker!” Robin declared as he began to lose consciousness.

“Hahahaha! Oh, I will!” The Joker waited till the gas dissipated and grabbed the unconscious hero and took him deeper into the haunted house.

“Wakey! Wakey! Time to get up boy blunder!” Joker said jokingly.

“Uh what?” Robin began to come too. He was taken aback by his predicament.

Robin was bound to a table, his legs spread apart, his arms spread as well. He noticed a table next to him, it was full of tools. He looked around and noticed it was just him and Joker in a dark room. He saw a camcorder facing his direction. It was recording.

“Are you going to tape my torture?” Robin asked sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” Joker said as he began to move closer to Robin.

“Batman will find me!” Robin shouted as he fought against his restraints.

“Sadly, he won’t. He’s too busy with that little diversion I caused earlier. I’ve wanted to have you for myself for a very long time.” The joker began to move his hands from Robin’s feet, to his leg area.

“What are you doing?” Robin asked in fear.

“Exactly what I’ve been wanting to do for years. I’m going to show Batman what a big boy you are. I’m going to change the way Batman sees you forever.” The joker began to laugh.

“How do you plan on doing that?” Robin asked scared of what the Joker’s answer might be.

“Ha-ha. I’ll just have to show you.” With that the Joker moved his hand to Robin’s inner thigh. He began to massage the thigh muscle.

“Ugh, stop that!” Robin screamed in horror and in a bit of pleasure.

“I think you are already enjoying this. What a little whore.” The Joker did not let up. This time he had both hands working both of Robin’s muscular thighs. Robin was scared but the feeling was amazing. He figured out quick what the Joker was going to do.

“Let me go!” Robin shouted, but he was quickly gagged with white tape over his mouth. The boy wonder could only mumble.

“That’s better. I don’t need to hear you incessant shouting. Now let’s see, I wonder what’s under this shirt?” The Joker quickly; lifted Robin’s shirt, to Robin’s surprise. The Joker admired the smooth toned torso of his captive.

“Mmmm,mmmm!” Robin tried to mumble, but his words were lost. The joker began to flick both of Robins pink nipples. He did this till both became visibly erect.

“Mind if I suck on your tits, bird boy? Of course, you do!” Joker said as he put his hot mouth on each one of Robin’s erect nipples. His moist mouth was warm and wet. His saliva covered each nipple, and he kept switching between the two. He would suck and pinch one and then rotate to the other one. All Robin could do was mumble in pleasure and embarrassment.

“Your nipples taste good boy! Oh, what’s this, is that a little chub in your underwear? Mind if I take a peek?” The joker quickly moved his head down to Robins crotch area and began to take a whiff of the bulging package in front of him.

Robin shook in horror. He could not believe that the Joker had made him hard. The Joker slid off the green briefs and exposed Robin’s perfectly cut cock shooting straight up at him. The Joker began to massage Robin’s hairless balls and suck the tip of his pulsating mushroom head.

Robin mumbled in pleasure. The feeling of a hot warm mouth on his cock head felt amazing. Robin could feel a tiny bit of pre-cum being licked from the tip of his penis opening.

“It tastes very sweet. I can’t wait to taste more!” The joker said as he began to suck all the way down Robin 8” inch cock.

Robin could feel the Jokers mouth spew saliva and drenched his cock in warm spit. When he finally looked at his cock, it was covered in spit. The joker sucked with a force Robin had not felt before. He could feel himself getting close. He could also feel the Joker starting to slip one of his fingers closer to his asshole.

“I’ll just do one finger this time!” With that, the joker thrusted his finger in deep into Robin’s hairless asshole, finding his G-spot, and stimulating it even more. Robin could only feel pleasure and pain. He was not going to be able to contain his load anymore.

“MMMMMM” Robin shouted.

The Joker took his mouth off of Robin’s pulsating cock, and moved to give the camera the money shot. Not a second later, Robin shot a huge load into the air. He hips began to gyrate, his cum was gushing in the air, and his asshole clenched in ecstasy. The Joker kept stroking the now spewing cock and laughed as he did. The cum would not stop, it gushed all over Robin’s chest and belly. Some even made its way dripping into his ass crack. Robin even had some hit his face.

“What a show bird-boy!” The Joker said as he admired the mess he had directed. Robin began to shiver and come down from his ultimate orgasm.

“Mmm!” Robin began to shout but nothing came out.

“Oh, were not done yet bird-boy. Oh no, we have one more final thing to do.” The Joker got a glass jar and filled it with some of Robin’s semen. He removed Robin’s gag and held tightly onto Robin’s nose.

“Swallow it!” Robin tried to resist but he finally gave up. Once he opened his mouth, his sticky warm juices were dripping steadily down his throat. The sweet and salty mix of his cum was delicious. He was unsure of how he would taste. The Joker turned off the camera and just laughed.

Weeks later………

“Batman you haven’t talked to me in weeks, what’s the matter?” Robin asked the caped crusader.

“Nothing Robin. Just focus on the mission.” Batman had seen the video and could not look at Robin the same way. He watched his partner in action grapple hook to a nearby building, staring at his green briefs. He too wanted to know what Robin would taste like and that video had given him some ideas.

The End

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hey question, my dad’s home alone tonight.  Mums going to her women’s meeting, and she’ll be there for hours.  Usually turns into a tuna fest and dad will be wanking to porn.  Anyway he can com rover and join our sausage fest??’

‘Sure,  call him and tell him to get over here.  No need to waste any cum.’

‘ hey dad, mickeys dad said it’s ok for you to come over and have pizza and you won’t have to waste any spunk.’

‘Ok, see you soon.  The address is 692 swallow court.  Yeah, right around the corner almost.’

‘ glad I called when I did, he’s as almost about to shoot a huge load.  I surprised he answered the phone.’

Dad had ordered pizza and it’d would be here in 20-30 minutes.  The place was always fast to deliver.  Dad sucked off the delivery guy once as a tip.  Ever since then , they deliver fast.

I decided I didn’t feel like getting dressed again and jack joined me in staying nude.  When dad saw us, he decided to strip down and relax.

‘Well, since you two are getting dressed, I’m joining in the relaxation.’

‘Damn, that’s one big cock.  My dad isn’t even that big.’

‘Thanks, maybe after dinner we can have a sausage tasting party. ‘

‘Ok, I’m down for that.  

And that moment, the door bell rang and dad went to answer the door.  It was David, jacks dad.’

‘Well, that’s one way is impress someone. ‘ David said.

‘Hello, I’m Michael.  The boys decided not to get dressed after their snack after school, so I decided to join them in not wearing clothes.’

‘That’s fine by me.  Now I won’t have to mentally undress you.  I can see everything perfectly.  Mind if I join in the nudity?’

‘No, join right in.  Pizza should be here soon.’

‘Great, I’m starved’

As soon as David had taken off the last of his clothes, the bell rang again.

‘Pizzas here !!!’ Jack and I yelled.

Dad got up and went to the door.  

‘Hello Steve, come on in.’  Set the pizza in the dining room and would you like cash or the usual tip?

‘Hey Michael, the usual please .  The wife hasn’t put out in a while and I need a hot mouth.’

‘Ok, have a seat and relax.  Guys, this is Michael, our pizza deliver stud.’

Me and jack were too hungry to worry about anything but food and ran to the dining room and started eating.

Dad and David starting playing with Steve.

Ever have two guys suck your cock.

‘I’m lucky if I have anyone suck my cock.

‘Well today, you get two guys.

‘Well, let’s not waste time’ as he dropped his pants, his cock already half hard and amazingly, he is uncut too and about 6” and a nice thickness from what I could see.

Dad and David starting licking and kissing the tip of his cock, making his cock completely hard and started to drip precum. Dad flicked his tongue to get the first drop and then David got the second drop.

They went back and forth, sucking his cock, licking his balls.

‘Guys this is too much, I’m gonna cum soon, why too soon. ‘

They both pulled off and Michael grabbed the head of the guys cock and squeezed it tight, killing some of the pleasure.

‘Ok, I’ve been curious since last time.
Is sucking dick and good as getting sucked?’

‘Depends on the guy, want to try it out ?’

‘Would you suck my cock ‘ looking at David and looking at my dad, can I suck yours ?’

David just started sucking and then dad got up on the sofa and presented his cock to the guy.  

He slowly took dads cock Into his mouth and slowly began sucking his cock.  

‘Just think of all the things that I did to your cock and all the things that David is doing to your cock and do that to mine.  ‘

And the guy did just that.  He seems to be doing well as dad tilted his head back and was enjoying a first time cock sucker.  The delivery guy seems to be enjoying sucking and getting sucked.  As I watched, my cock was rock hard and I looked under the table and so was jacks.  I was thinking of sucking his cock, but wanted to save what cum he had for later.

The three guys were having fun.  

‘Damn, for a first time cock sucker, you’re doing great, just keep sucking and you’ll get my load if you want it’

He knodded his head yes and went to sucking dads cock.  Then all of the sudden…

‘Here is cums…..ooohhhhh yyyyeeaaaahhhhh!!!!!!’ Dad shot his load in his mouth and down his throat.   The guy swallowed every drop.  And just as dad shot his load, the guy shot his load in David’s mouth and throat.  He too swallowed every drop.

WOW, that was fucking hot as hell !!  That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had and I think I love sucking cock.    Eating pussy is great, but having a hard cock in your mouth is even better.  Is all gay sex like this ?  ‘

‘If you do it right, yes.  And you see how easy you can get laid.  Just deliver pizza and get sucked dry.  Guys don’t get all clingy unless they want to.  Guys understand the need for basic sex.  Women need maintenance.’

‘They sure fuckin’ do.  Do everything just right and still, nothing.  So what’s it like to fuck and get fucked ?’

I jumped in and told him ‘ depends on you.  Dad just fucked me last week and I fucked him.  It’s pure heaven, I don’t know which I like more.’

‘Who is that ?’

‘That’s my son, he’s gay and I’m about 85 percent gay’

‘Dude, you fucked your son, ????’

‘I fucked him, I sucked him, he fucked me and sucked me as well.’

‘Wow, that’d be hot to watch.’

I even made him piss on me from head to toe, that was really hot ‘ I added.

‘Well Michael, the next time you need to fuck someone, I want to see what it’s like.  And I can fuck a tight ass, I’ll be in heaven.

‘Deal.  I’ll let you know.  Too bad your not free tonight.  After we all eat, we all gonna have a sausage party.’

‘ what’s a sausage party?’

‘That’s where us 4 guys are gonna suck and fuck each other till we can’t get it up.  I think the boys would love to fuck each other.  We just need to set a few rules and discuss a few things.’

‘ when’s this party starting ?  My wife is at a  women’s meeting tonight and I’m free all night.  She’s usually home about 1am.’

‘ you might want to stick around then.  My wife is there and that’s tuna feast.’

‘What ?’

‘Either your wife is bisexual or full on lesbian’ David said.

‘Well, if she’s getting some pussy, I’m gonna get some dick then.  ‘

‘What time are you off work ?’

I own the joint, so I’m off right now.  I just saw the address and said I’d take the delivery and be done for the day.

‘Awesome.’ Dad had said to him.

‘Well, we need to eat something.  Do you want a drink ?’

‘I’ll have a rum and coke if you got it.’

‘Sure do, be right back.’

My dad went to the kitchen and fixed him a huge rum and coke and brought it to him.

‘Here ya go, enjoy.’

‘Thanks’

Dad and David came to the table and we started eating together.  When we had our fill of pizza we all got up and joined the deliver guy watching tv.

Dad started talking ‘Ok, I know I’m free of any std’s and I know my son is too, I’m the only guy he’s been fucked by and he’s only fucked me.  How are you two David ? ‘

‘We’re both the same here and on prep.  We don’t play bare that often, but when we play with others , it’s usually safe. Right jack?’

‘Yes, I stick to the family rules. ‘

‘And you Gino ?’  

‘Ive never been checked, lately it’s been a lack of sex with me and the wife.  I was at the dr and had full tests and got a clean bill of health.’

‘Ok, so we have no std’s.  Which means we can skip using rubbers.  Just our precum and man made lube.  Luckily, I have a few extra enema bags to clean us all out so it’ll be some good clean fun.’

‘What do I need an enema for ?’ Gino asked ?

‘Well, honestly, how would you like to fuck a hot sexy ass and pull out and your cock is covered in shit ?’

‘Ok, that’s a disgusting visual and yeah, I see why I need to clean out my ass.’

‘Ok, so tell start with a shower and cleaning out.’

Gino finished undressing and his soft cock was just beautiful.  I could wait to taste David’s cock and Gino’s cock.

Gino and dad started showering, mainly so Gino could clean out easy.  When he came out, his cock was pointing to the ceiling, skin over the head and precum, dripping off his tip.

‘Damn That was fucking hot !!!  Mickey, your dad wants you next.’

I went in with dad and he cleaned me out and once I was clean, he pulled me back in the shower and ate my ass, fingering me, getting me ready for the guys.  Then he pulled me to his  chest and gave me a huge bear hug.  And then he slid his huge cock into my ass.  

‘Fuck Dad, That feels sooo good right now.  But save it for the others.’

‘Ya I know. Now clean me out. ‘

So I cleaned out dad and then did the same to him, but I didn’t rim or finger him, I just slammed my cock in his ass.

‘You fucker, that hurt, but felt so damn good.  Now let’s get David and jack in here to clean out.

We went out to the front room and told jack and David to go clean up.  They are making out and stroking each others cocks.  

It was me, dad and Gino.

‘I have an idea Mickey, since you and jack are a couple now, why don’t you two play together and the adults can play together.  

‘Ok, That sounds good to me.  I don’t think he’ll mind either.  ‘

‘Great, cuz Gino the straight guy is gonna walk out of this house as gay as you and jack.’

‘You’re sure if that are ya ?’

‘Yep, 100 % of that.  It’s usually the guys that are macho straight fuckers that switch real fast.’

‘We will see about that !!’

‘Ok, we’re ready!!’ Jack shouted as the came from the hallway.

‘Change of plans jack, you’re coming with me.  We get to play on our own.  The adults want to play by themselves.’

‘Ok, let’s go.’  He grabbed my hand and pulled me up and ran to my room.  We left the door open so we could hear our dads and they could hear us.

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Jack Costa just purchased his first Harley Davidson Bike from his Dad best friend Arnold Anderson. Mr. Anderson came from a football background and was also a Vietnam veteran who was over there for 2 terms. It was the summer of 1977 when Jack decided to go out on a month journey all around the east coast. Jack just got a huge inherit from his Grand Father passing a few months ago and decided to buy this bike that he saw in a newspaper add.

It was day 3 on the bike trip when he finally pulls off the highway and found a nice cheap hotel which had a Honky Tonk behind it. The clock was just showing well past 9 pm when the leader of the Scorpions Biker gang Spit Gore walk in through the doors all alone. 

He then notices  Jack was setting all alone on the bar stool and decided to go over to see what this new person in town might be all about.  Jack had the perfect biker type figure, he stood just pass 5’11 weigh a solid 160 with a muscle tone body from head to toe. He wore a bandanna with the Harley logo on the front of it and of course rip Levis jeans, black t-shirt and dirty leather bikers boots. 

Spit finally got his nerve up to see if Jack would like to go for a late night ride with him over to the clubhouse of the Scorpions. The two of them got to the clubhouse just past midnight and notice the door all boarded and lock up for the evening. Jack was a little nervous as the two of them began to get smash on JD whiskey. Spit began to get real fucking horny and began wrestling Jack onto the dirty floor. Jack got totally hard as a rock and notice a huge stiff showing from the front of Spit bluejeans. ” Hold shit Spit you got a woody on dude ” He could not believe what is happening and then order Jack to suck his hard 8-inch thick dick.

Spit then stood up slowly and began to unzipped his jeans and began to pull his cock through his white jockey underwear,  Jack then got down on his knees and began to suck Spit hard cock. This went on for well over 20-minutes plus until Spit shoots off his spray all over Jack dirty hairy chest and goatee mouth.

” OMFG, Jack that was fucking wild “

” You got that fucking right Spit “

The rest of the night both off them slept on two dirty beer and cum stain couches in the back room of the bar. The next morning both of them got up fairly early and got back on their bikes once again. Jack drove for well over 6 hours until he pulled off at the trucker stop on the outer limits of Charlottesville N.C. The restaurant was fairly busy as Jack order his favorite dish of pull pork along with a huge class of sweet tea. 

Bill Whitts was a retired pro wrestler who is now driving transport for a company from Canada. Once again Jack started to cruise this man who was differently his type which is a middle age well over 6 feet tall with some form of a rugged or sports type background.  Bill knew a fellow about 10 miles away who was into sex with other men.  Jack could not believe what might come out of this phone called that Bill made to his buddy Rick Spanner. 

It took Rick 30 minutes to drive over to the truck stop in his jeep to pick up Bill. Jack was going to follow them both back to Rick place on his bike. Rick made a quick stop off at a scummy sex store for which he picks a few things up for the threesome. They finally made it back to Rick farmhouse a short time later.

” Hey Jack nice to meet you “

” Same thing Rick “

The three of them went inside of the farmhouse for some fun.  Both Jack and Bill were both amazed with a new sling room that Rick just got done all building in the basement of his old farmhouse. The room was a nice 10 by 15 feet with stone walls along with 4 Lanterns hanging on the walls. ” Holy shit Rick it feels like a dungeon down here. “

Jack and Bill were the first one to strip down to their underwear and began with huge enjoyment watching Rick solid wrestling frame body undress. Rick stood just over 5’11 with short dark buzz hair and a beautiful 7 plus cock with a nice curve and head to it.  Jack was the first one to hop into the sling as he lay there watching the other two get it on with one another. 

Bill then walked over and started to suck Jack cock after he took a shot of poppers that Rick pick up at the sex store. Rick then walk over to Jack and began shoving his tool down the back of Jack’s throat. They took turns to suck on each other cock before Rick took out a huge Dildo out and began to shove it up Jack tight ass.

” Holy fucking shit Guy’s “

” Give it to him Rick “

” Fuck Rick, I want your dick up their so bad dude “

” Let me fuck him first Rick “

” Go for it Bill “

Rick slowly withdrew the ass juice fill Dildo from Jack sore ass before he gave the bottles of poppers to Bill and Jack. Bill cock was totally erected and began shoving his cock deep inside of Jack wet juicy hole. Bill was now fucking the shit out of Jack butt as he was hanging onto dear life with his sweaty hands clinching onto the chains with rage. Rick began to go behind Jack’s head and force his cock into Jack’s mouth. 

” OMFG,  I’m so close guy’s

” Give it to me Bill “

” I want to shot off to Jack “

” How about you guy’s all shoot off at the same time “

It was like 20 minutes later, along with huge amounts of snorts from the poppers that Bill and Rick shot off their load of cum all inside of ass and mouth. Joe love feeling the huge amounts of Rick cum pouring down his throat at the same time that Bill was ejecting his own juice inside of his cum juice ass. 

Bill body was still shaking as he withdrew his cock fairly slowly as Rick was bent over totally exhausted from the blowjob. Jack finally got out off the sling and found himself sluggish a bit before he joins the other two in the shower stall. Rick uses the douce hose on Jack cum filled ass and the passes it onto to Bill while they were showering and scrubbing each other all off.

Jack and Rick finally left Rick dungeon just past 6 pm, as it was time for Jack to find a place for the night. Jack found a room a couple hours later and turn on the T.V, He then notices an old wrestling channel and found Rick wrestling someone who just looks like himself. he was truly amazed seeing him with a small hard on in his white trucks during the match. 

The whole month went by fairly fast as Jack made it home from his bike journey all worn out by the men who pleasure him deeply. It was a good three weeks later that he got a phone call from Spit who was coming his way in a few weeks. Spit was upset with Jack because nothing went down at all that night. Jack made sure he had some excuse to leave right after they had dinner that evening. 

Over the next while, Jack had several wet dreams thinking both about Bill and Rick. He also loved jerking himself off in the shower with the bottle of poppers that Rick gave him. Jack finally put his bike in storage for the winter months at the end of November.

The End.

There was a silence in the room that not even lightning striking the front lawn could have broken. His last sentence revolved through the air as if on a pennant being waved.

“You, old man, you’re  a cock sucking ass hole and you old lady are a fucking cunt”. 

We all stood exactly where we’d been hoping, or his mother and I did, that this was an apparition, not our son but, of course it was.
She wasn’t even chocking back tears but said, “I’ll give you 24 hours to leave this house. Take whatever you want that’s yours. Just….go.” Good thing she said something because my juices were swelling to the point that I would not have beat the shit out of him, I’d have killed him, thrown the corpse on the lawn then called the cops and the trash collection service.

Jody stood there, all six feet two inches of his handsome self. Jeans so tight his cock and balls looked as if they’d just stepped behind a curtain for a moment, his hair, long and deep brown, had stopped waving. The room was still. He looked at us, pushed his crotch at us, walked casually up the stairs only remember to give us the finger. 

Martha had one more instruction, “Leave through the back door.” And then she fell on me, still not crying, not looking into my eyes, but holding the man who for 25 years she’d always held on to. Finally, as the shock and decision to kill lessened I remembered to put my arms around her. That’s when we both cried. 

It was weeks, maybe two months, later when Charlie, my best bud from High School and there on dropped in. We’d almost finished university together save he became a Marine for twelve years so his graduation was delayed that much. Jobs were dangled in front of him but he elected to become a cop. As he said, “Fuck, Bill, I wouldn’t know what to do if I had work in which I couldn’t carry a gun.”

One of his signatures was his cowboy boots which he now swung up on my desk, leaned back and we began the old talk, the familiar talk that two men have that reassures both all is pretty much the same. “Heard you tossed the little bastard out. Good move.”
“Martha beat me to the punch, if she hadn’t we’d be having this conversation downtown in my cell. I’d have pled guilty and asked for the death penalty. Course you, you SOB, would have tried to talk me out of it, said out of brotherly love, you’d rather shoot me.”
“Sounds about right. yeah, I would have.” He paused and seemed like a man who’d given up smoking but now regretted it. I could see him pull the pack out of his shirt pocket, tap one out, flick the Zippo and enjoy that first burst of carcinogen like the best Kentucky Bourbon.
“Seen the little shit since that day?”
“Nope, he must have had leaving in mind or he’s the fastest packer in the world. Two hours later some person, I almost said friend, came by with a pickup, they loaded it, he jumped in the ‘Vette and that was the last of him. We count our good luck every day. Apart from two broken hearts, all it did was cost us money. 

Charlie took another puff on his imaginary cigarette then turned it into his palm, Marine style to show no light. “Ever wonder what he’s up to?”
“Cut to the chase, since you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“Hooking.”

Well, that was a statement to stop me. I was sure of what he meant but….I wasn’t sure I’d absorbed what he meant. “You mean like…on the street, leaning against a wall, his cock and balls more or less on view?”
“Nah, not him, there’s no money in that, even doing outcalls he can’t make enough to pay the insurance on that souped up money eater plus the taxes and, you paid the bills, so you know what it costs to keep him up.”

Over the past several weeks I’d compiled a rather extensive list of what he’d cost us, not including doctors and dentists, food but what we’d put out for what he wanted or, really stupid, what we thought if he had, he’d be satisfied. I reached in a desk drawer and pulled out a bound copy of what I’d come up with. 

After reading the first two pages, Charlie was laughing and I knew why. He was right to laugh. We’d made ourselves chumps and that’s why I made the list, to remind myself that the next time I saw something wounded or in need of my help, I’d look very carefully. Maybe call my buddy to get a cop viewpoint.

I looked at him, clearly there was more but he was too entranced by the things and their costs to bother to get back to me.
“Hey, bone head, you didn’t come here to scuff my desk and read my embarrassment. What’s up?”
“Sorry, but this is a lot more interesting than the narratives we usually get in interrogation. I can look at them and know what they next sentence or two will be. But okay, Jody has definitely found the way to what he thinks is big bucks.” 

Here I might have disagreed. Over the years we’d unfortunately trained him to expect things that were expensive, definitely in the big bucks area. “How much is ‘big bucks’ “.
“Well, to date, he’s collected about twenty five grand. Cash.”
Since Jody had no skills, no talents, I was at sea wondering what he possibly do, legal or otherwise, to get that kind of money.
“I’m  eliminating getting a real job, even a part time job.”
“Good call, you’re right on the money, he never even applied for one.”
I was wildly searching through my mind. “He had some money when he left the house and some in the bank as well as a credit card. I cancelled that one and paid off the remaining balance, about six, eight hundred dollars. He couldn’t take his stash to a casino, he doesn’t know how to wager….”

“Nope, I mean, he may have gone to a casino but that’s not where the big bucks were.”
“Nobody’d be dumb enough to just….give him money, even if he asked. Our family, our friends all knew the score long before the final set to and they wouldn’t help him. You’d know if he crapped up in a cop shop somewhere……”
“How has he lived his life right up to the moment you, mustn’t forget Martha-I like that lady-threw him out?”
I had to think a thought I didn’t want to think but it was just the truth. “We paid for him.”
“Bingo! You paid for him and now he’s found someone else to pay for him.”

“No one could have been dumber than we were…….he doesn’t know how to do anything……”
“Can he fuck?”
As with all fathers, I’d caught him jacking off a few times but…that was harmless, he’d caught me doing the same thing. Matter of fact, once we’d done it together, an activity Martha would never know.”
“You said he wasn’t hooking….”
“He’s not although on occasion, his, uh, sponsor lets him work at an all male strip club. Very successfully I hear.”

Charlie saying he’d heard something was akin  to saying I know it and I can prove it.
“Want to go out clubbing some evening. I hear the Club Adonis in Dallas makes a real good Margarita, they say the floor show isn’t bad either.”
“Dallas? How’d he get to Dallas?”
“How fast is that car of his, that’s how he got to Dallas where he made friends of a certain sort very, very quickly. After all, he was the new boy and, face it, who doesn’t want to be the first to fuck a virgin?”
“This I know, that kid was no virgin.”
“Well, maybe not to girls but what about men, and your son is no kid. He’s a man, his nuts have dropped.”
“So, when do we go? I’ve got an old buddy from the Corp who’s with the cops there, he can make a lot possible. A….Lot.”

Charlie wanted an answer right then and there and I was unprepared to give him one. It blew past me that I should discuss this with Martha but thought better of it. She would be alternately traumatized and disgusted. Probably she’d find out but I wasn’t going to tell her. Not that there was a better way but just to walk in whistling and say, “Hey honey, we don’t need to worry about the kid, he’s selling his ass in Dallas.” She’d take that very well, yes indeed.
“Okay, I’m up for a road trip. When do we go?”
“I’ll have to get his schedule and get back to you.”

He looked right at me. This isn’t something I want to do, hope you know that, but you and Martha are about as important to me as anyone on God’s green earth, never married because of the two of you; You were my brother, brother in law, son, father and Martha was my wife, sister, mother, just never my mother-in-law. ‘Sides, you got great grub at your place.” With that, his boots hit the floor and he hit the door. 

I didn’t go straight home, I didn’t go anywhere save to just ride. Charlie and I, and some of our buddies in High School, had ridden motorcycles much against the combined wailings of many mothers. The Dads, however, got right with it. Their stated reason was that bikes were cheap to buy, cheap to operate and saved the family from buying another car for a teen aged driver. Statistically, the worst drivers, those most likely to suffer grave damage or death are…..teen aged boys/men riding motorcycles. a fact that was kicked under the table where the ladies weren’t likely to find them or read them. Mercifully, this was just at the dawning of the internet so that sort of fact, so easily gotten now, was less accessible then. I was up on my BMW 1200 and, if Charlie had been with me, he’d have his Harley with the shiny side up. Came to me that, what the hell, why not take the bikes to Dallas? That idea settled into accomplished fact, I rode home and into our sunny kitchen where Martha and Charlie were baking biscuits.

I slapped him on the ass and made the head nod sign that all men recognize as, “come with me, I need to speak to you in private.” He bought the idea about as quickly as the syllables came out of my mouth, never thought he wouldn’t.
Back in the kitchen, we had a  mutual soap and sell job to do. Checking that dinner wasn’t anything that couldn’t be served the next night, Charlie said he was feeling real close to us, for whatever reason, and what the hell, lets go out to dinner. As could be expected she looked at him as if he’d gone daft, mentioned that dinner was fixed, all but served and….the ladies excuses, she hadn’t had her hair done, she didn’t have anything to wear…..To which our cop buddy said that he knew dark places with good food in which she could have worn a bag from Walmart and nobody would notice. It wasn’t the most persuasive argument, but she agreed. 

Dinner, which really was good, was served in a place that looked as if the Health Department had avoided it for decades. And, as promised, it was dark inside-we had to look closely to see if what we’d ordered was what we’d got. The, uh, server, had used a flashlight to show us the menu. First of course, were….drinks. As we’d strolled past the bar on our way in I noticed Charlie show the guy behind the bar his badge and said something to him. When our drinks arrived, I found that I was sipping a cocktail that could have been served at a church social, as was Charlie, and my lovely wife had Scotch on very few rocks. For the next round, she switched to what we were having and I chose not to think what was in it. 

A few hours later Martha had not only agreed to our run on the bikes but decided it was a damn fine idea, get me out of the house while she did something or other. To her credit, she made it to the car, a bit wobbly, but game and even up the steps when we got home. For all sorts of good reasons, I was up and out very, very early the next morning on the theory that she might want some quiet time. Also, by the time I got home, she might feel a bit better and wouldn’t have to confess to me that she’d been a weensy bit hungover.

I called Charlie at the police station and left a vulgar message that made the guy, who took it and  knew me, laugh.

It took a day or two to get all the correct information but when we had it, our target was a Saturday night about ten days away. That gave us adequate time to get ready, make the drive and not end up in Big D suffering from too long on the road with no time to get ready for what we wanted to do. Charlie’s buddy in Dallas said he had an idea that was Primo, off the chain, couldn’t be better but we’d have to roar in to get it. He also said we could park the bikes in the secure area where they kept their bikes and loan us a car normally used for surveillance. 

I had time to think this whole thing through and not just the ride, that was easy. The hard part was….why was I even going? Did I love my son? Well, at some level yes but not enough to do anything unless I truly thought he was in serious trouble and if he were, the cops in Dallas would have told Charlie. I wanted to meet the man who was stupid enough to pay for Jody, maybe not ask him why, but present him with a copy of the expenses we’d paid until the day he walked out. At one moment if he thought I was putting the arm on him to shake him down for money, I would just laugh and tell him his mother and I would pay him to keep him. 

What sort of man keeps a much younger man? Well, that sounds naïve but beyond sex there had to be some level of affection or was sex such an attraction, combined with a great looking guy with his well tuned body enough? Maybe I’d find out, maybe not. That lay in the future.

We needed to leave the Wednesday before Saturday to give us adequate time to make the ride and still be rested for Saturday night. How he did it….? Charlie found a weekend rodeo for bikes and, theoretically, that’s what we’d being going to. The long term weather report looked great and so, just as the sun barely rose we rolled out on our way. One good thing about leaving a city in the morning is that the traffic is going the other way which means you can make good time. We had put in a sort of phone gadget so we could talk to each other with no roger/over etc. Compared to the bikes we had in High School, these were the zenith of luxury. We both had added paniers for storage for the trip and, even with those, we cruised out at around 75. 

Charlie had what I called the ultimate in get out of jail cards. He’d bullshit with the officer who stopped us, show him his badge, we’d all shake hands, he’d mention to watch the speed and, more important, any advice on the road, speed traps, where to get a good meal with a clean lavatory….nice guys. We were only stopped once and that was in Arkansas where we hit the jackpot, We were pulled over by a Highway Patrol officer who, it turned out had been a Marine, had known Charlie and so we spent a pleasurable hour  leaning against his cruiser, taking a piss in the bushes, swapping stories, most of them very dirty or tales of what they did in the Corps.

 Great guy, even had two thermos jugs of coffee-so strong it crawled out of the holder-and, as his final salute to the Marine Corps, gave us an escort through Little Rock and twenty miles beyond. Would probably have gone further but he spotted a Lamborghini going way over any limits, as he said in our ears, “That one is mine and whoever the driver is, is good for at least an overnight….Take care gentleman!” clicked off and made a U turn through a gulch in the highway median that most drivers would have turned into a wreck. In my rearview I could see the full Christmas tree on top of his car and sirens loud enough to be heard in Memphis. Helluva good guy. We agreed on our way back to stop off, buy him a beer and further shoot the shit.

We decided to go until it was almost dark then find a place where the bikes would be safe, the beds good and the Chicken Fried dripping with white gravy. Found one too. There was a discrete sign that indicated families of Vets were welcome and since that was half of us, in we turned. Couldn’t have been nicer people, gave us a room that had one queen size bed in Texas and the other in Arkansas. The food was just what we wanted and, the next morning, found we’d been given a deep military discount. It was about then we noticed, on the wall behind reception, a picture of a fine looking Marine who, it was obvious, was never coming home. Charlie kissed the lady, who was the Marine’s mother, gave her a salute and we were off for Dallas.

Neither of us had ridden into Dallas on bikes so Charlie’s buddy arranged for two motorcycle cops to meet us a bit East of the city and hand fly us through the chaos that was Dallas traffic. Their trick was to abandon I-20 and stick to city streets which, given the traffic, were about as fast as the Interstate. 

Dale, Charlie’s buddy, was waiting for us, got the bikes stowed in their parking yard-not having DPD paint on them they stood out, like they’d been confiscated on a drug deal. Now it was time for the surprise and it was a whopper. 

Seems cops were in and out of Club Adonis, about half of whom were motorcycle officers. The force was getting two new officers for the evening, us. He took us down to where uniforms were kept and we hauled through them until we had the full kit, but fitted a might tighter than a regular officer would want. Fact is, our crotches looked like we were hiding a grapefruit. Lucky for us, both of us were in reasonably good shape for men our age so no gut over the belt. The guns were filled with blanks, but all the rest of the regalia was the real deal. Looking at our selves, we broke down, slapped Dale, and went back to laughing and looking. There was no way we weren’t Dallas cops with the motorcycle detail. It was an inspiration. With our full coverage helmets, it was virtually impossible to get a good look at the face and, with mirrored aviator sun glasses, about all you could see was the uniform. Dale took pictures of us on and off the bikes and, when I looked at mine, I saw a damn fine looking police officer, ready to ride off and protect the citizens of Dallas. Charlie, with his slightly better figure looked hot and also like a really fine officer. With Dale, the three of us lined up on the bikes and looking at the camera, looked just like a poster for the Dallas PD.

It was the first time I ever felt that I looked sexy because I’d made myself look sexy and I liked the idea. Was I going to go home and have my suits altered slightly to produce that bulge? No. But I was going to get some slacks that were more fitted and, based on how the uniform shirt went across my chest, a new business shirt or two was definitely slimmer, almost enough  to make my nipples apparent.

DPD rode Kawasaki 1000s which were a little different from ours. Dale had us mount up on two of theirs, as much to get used to riding in uniform as to accustom us to the machine and we went on a tour of Dallas. Great fun. Dale was a champ all the way, made me wish I
hadjoined the Corps myself. When Charlie did, I was tempted but I was about about 3 semesters from graduation and it just didn’t make sense. One thing, Corps related, Dale had Charlie wear a short sleeved shirt to show his Eagle, Globe and Anchor tat on one muscular bicep and a bull dog on the other. If we didn’t look like motorcycle officers, then who did?

Dale came back to the hotel with us, we all had room service dinner as neither Charlie nor I had brought the sort of clothes that would get you in the door at most Dallas restaurants.
“So, tell me about this guy who is funding my kid.”
Dale almost laughed. “Well to begin his name is Wilford Smith and to see him is to believe he just retired from forty years as a librarian. Looks are deceiving, he’s big into Bondage and Discipline but since he’s afraid to do it himself he hires some guy to do it. If you guess he has a lot of money, you’d be right. Lives in a big house just south of Route 12, most of it surrounded by tall fences or thick hedges. Just because I knew he took out the licenses, he has that place more secure than a mouse’s cunt and that’s where he keeps your kid. Except when he wants to show him off, which is pretty often, then he dresses him so there isn’t much to the imagination and off they go. They don’t do anything, if someone asks your kid to dance, two men gently move him away. I guess he must spend part of his day in a gym ’cause I’m told he has a killer body.”

“That’s it?”
“Yep, that’s it, Wilford Smith in a snapshot. He’ll be there tomorrow night, never leaves home without his boy toy.”
That gave me nothing to think about save that Jody had, again, found someone to pay his way, get him what he wanted and float with the tide. The bondage part didn’t bother me, I’d do it to him myself just remembering all the years he screwed us over. I guess that Saturday night would tell me what I wanted to do…..if I could think of much I wanted to know. Dale said they’d work it so that every moment would be on video, something to remember our evening in Dallas by.

Back at the hotel, Charlie and I finally realized it had been a full day.
“Jeez, I don’t know how they wear those pants, my nuts are hiding in my body.”
“Yeah, well, those were a size or two smaller, remember, there’s a purpose in all this although I wonder what it is.”
We both took off our shirts, slid out of our pants and, almost simultaneously, reached for our cock and balls.”
“Might as well slide ’em out, warm them in hot water just to get them back to working order.”

It had been a long time since we were kids in high school but some memories don’t go away. “Remember what we used to do with each other’s dong?”
He ducked his head, I could see a bit of red but also remembrance. “Something like we’d do in the corps, have a round pound at the end of the day. Some times Sarge placed bets on first and last and…..”
He tapered off. I could pretty much guess but getting him to say it became a priority, “….and winner and looser would….?”
“Looser had to suck winner’s dick until he came. Then,” he laughed a little, “..we’d bet on long it would take….and with all of us looking on and no matter how often we’d done it, some were just, uh, more talented than others.”
“You ever win or lose?” Seemed a logical question.
“Both….as often as we did it, bound to happen.”

I was down to my riding jock and socks. Turning to him, hoisting my jewels I said, “Well there’s no Sarge here so I guess we’d have to both be a winner and a loser.”
He didn’t really look up but I could see the edge of his smile. “Seems that would be about right….no other way.” He looked up. “Been a long time, hasn’t it. We sure did have fun. As kids what didn’t we do?”
“Well we sure did this.” He shucked off his briefs, the kind with a cup built in, looked at me, reached over and pulled mine down. “I, uh, kinda remember that we needed to get each other straightened out.”

Almost in unison we latched on to each others cocks and began the slow shucking that always led to some place we wanted to go. We were just older and didn’t have to make excuses about what we were doing and going to do.
We sat next to each other on a bed and felt the stiffness slowly prowl up, with the other hand gave a tug on the nut sack, It seemed like we were in my bedroom, all those years. “Remember how we worried if we’d be big enough?”
“Well,” Charlie laughed a bit, “we don’t have to worry about that now, do we.”
“Ever measure yours?”
“Fuck that was another one of those contests in the barracks, who was longest naturally, who could get it the longest, who had the biggest balls, how low did they hang….Wasn’t much about what was in each other’s shorts we didn’t know.”

“Did you ever lose intentionally?”
“I do believe we all did. Just depended on how horny or lonely or both you were.”
“Anybody ever get butt fucked?”
“That was a little too far for most, but some, yeah, some did it. Said it felt great or that was their way, maybe, of excusing what they’d done.”
“You?”

“Cocksucker, I knew you were going to ask. If I didn’t have your meat in my hand and mine in yours I probably wouldn’t be worked up to tell you but, yeah, I got ramrodded fairly often. Liked it too, if it was the right man.”
Slowly jacking him, I looked in his eyes, looked at his face…”Am I the right man?”
“I guess I never told you but….you always were.”
Silence while we sat there feeling better and better as the juice in us began to push up a bit, That great feeling of fullness that is so pleasant then urgent and then unstoppable.
We rolled over on the bed, swiveled around and took each other’s cock in our mouths and began the slow exploration with our tongues, pushed on to get more. Dreaded the feeling knowing we’d gone too fast and the cum couldn’t be stopped. But we were older, more experienced and could take a long time.

The room was dark save for some spill light from the bathroom.  Two figures, or maybe one, were on the bed enjoying each other, bringing up not only sperm but memories. Good memories. I remembered the one time my kid and I jerked off together and maybe had we done it more often…..but that seemed unlikely unless I’d paid him. We took a pause, if only to prolong our pleasure, and rolled on our backs.
“Want to hear something dumb? I’m glad we don’t go in for all that manscaping shit. I like it that we’re a bit furry.” He ran his hand across my chest to a nipple and teased it.

I quietly agreed then began to play with his body, his chest, the whole crotch in my hand, the inside of his legs…..
“Bill,”
“Yeah”
“Will you do me? We never did that but…I sure like it when a man goes up my butt.”
I rolled over and looked at him. “How long have you wanted…..all of this? The nuts, the jerks the crème the feeling, you getting fucked..”
“A long time, every time I saw you I thought about it. When we’d get off the bikes and our crotches would be wet from sweat, I wanted you so bad…..”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you say something?”
“Because I was afraid you wouldn’t remember a long time ago and hate me. I couldn’t risk that, I loved you too much. Always have. That’s why I enlisted, thought if I got away from you, I’d forget you, what I wanted, it would all go away.”
“So you found yourself doing just what you didn’t think you wanted to do with men who meant nothing to you. Charlie, even when you came back, you should have found a way to tell me, I would have sensed it….all you really needed to say was ‘remember what we used to do with each other’, I’d been right there with you.”
“I guess we owe your kid something.” We laid in the dark for a few minutes.

“Okay cowboy, it’s time to mount up, I’m ready for you and it’s a long time coming.” I let him suck my dick to get it nice and firm again although the idea of plugging him was doing a good job on my stiffness. Maybe I’d wanted to do this for a long time as well.
“What about lube?”
“I make it myself, just start to slide in……”
I guess this was what was called doggie style, he was up on his hands and knees and I was on my knees with a pretty straight shot at my target. I leaned against him, found what I was looking for and gently put my head at the opening.
“You’re on your way, buddy, just start a little pressure in…..yeah, that’s the ticket, you’re getting there. Can you feel my fuck muscles beginning to massage your sausage?”
I could and told him so.

“Aw right, just keep on going until you come to a sort of ring, let me really bear down on you, get you ready and when I say so, one big push………Go!” And miraculously I slid into a place where the flesh was warmer, smoother, softer. He was still working me over with what lay above but I started to go slowly in and out. Tried to match my rhythm to his. I was no good at this and knew it but this was for my guy, for the man who loved me and I tried.

Too soon I felt my gun getting loaded and before I could stop it, I shot in him. I was sweating, so was he, and collapsed on his side with my chest, my cock still in him, his muscles still working it, working it hard. 

“I’ll get you back up, just take a minute, rest where you are, reach around and take my dick in your hand, jack it off…..then feed my cum to me, that always gets me going and will do something for you.”

He was quicker than I thought. The feeling of him sucking on my fingers, licking his lips over how he tasted was enormously erotic. I wanted some of him so I reached up, gave him a few tugs and got a finger coating of him. Closed my eyes and stuck it in my mouth. His cum did it for me, I was stiffening up, reacting to his muscles, enjoying the circle of muscle hurt me as it clamped down and then released. I could go longer, I knew it. He knew it. My head was on his shoulder as I licked his neck and felt the thrumming in him through his skin on my belly. We were there, stuck together as we were in real life, stuck to each other but now, now it would be different. He could be honest and I could accept him, fuck him when he wanted, let him do anything to me that pleasured him. That was how it would be.

Couldn’t hold it much longer and he could feel me getting ready to come. He squeezed me as hard as he could, trying to postpose the stream of silver life that was about to flow into him. And then it was done. Having never pulled out, I did it carefully, no point in hurting him, not then.

He rolled me on my back, blew his crème on me, picked it up, bit at a time, and fed it to me. Told me to hold it in my mouth while he leaned in, took his tongue and retrieved some of himself. I let his milk slide down my throat then just lay there. 

A lot of time passed, maybe an hour or two? We’d gone to sleep spontaneously and the cool of the room combined with our sweat made us shudder and finally wake up. 

“Shower, then bed.”

Clean again, we got in the same bed and got warm again. “I guess this means you’ll be dropping by more often. You know there’s a guest room….”
“Naw, I want to sneak around with you. Get on the bikes, find a field or an old barn or a pond and do whatever is on our minds. You  up for that?”
” I think….maybe I always have been.” That was all there was to say and he knew it. I ducked under the cover, kissed his dick then rolled on one side and pushed against his nice furry body.

Not surprisingly we slept in. Dale called around ten and was surprised to find us just getting up, still in the stretch and yawn phase. He assumed, in a way correctly, that we’d taken advantage of the nightlife in Dallas and suggested we kick around the hotel or the city and he’d catch us about seven at the police station; The performance wasn’t before ten or eleven so we had time to kill. 

Thanked him and promptly went back to bed. Sadly, this was too upscale a hotel to have a coffee maker in it so room service sent up two pots plus we indulged ourselves, what does every guy really want for breakfast? As much bacon as he can eat. The waiter who brought it up laughed and said that’s what he’d do. By then we’d found some boxers, T shirts and socks so were at least dressed, however marginally, should somebody come to the door.

While we crunched our way through breakfast, occasionally dipping a strip into the coffee, we made some loosely thought out plans. I knew I had to get to Neiman-Marcus and get a good gift, well, a really good gift for Martha, we both thought we needed to do something for Dale, really all the guys who’d had a hand in this and, privately, I made a note to buy a special present for someone who would appreciate it.

Neimans didn’t mind our looks, treated us just fine,  I found a diamond pin for Martha and arranged to have it get to her before I got back, seemed a good idea. Dale was a stumper. Super guy, he would resist anything if he knew we were thinking of getting him something but then I had an idea. I asked the jeweler if by chance they had gold charms and, of course, they did. Solved our problem and with a gold chain to go with it. 

That concluded shopping. Downtown Dallas, as with many cities, had been hit with mall-itis, add to that it was Saturday and there wasn’t much to do. For good reason we weren’t hungry and having anything alcoholic was out of the question, not with the night we had planned. Finally found a coffee/computer café where you could rent a computer, buy the time and swill down all the various coffees you might want. Spent a couple of hours, mainly looking up porn, then ambled back to the hotel where, making it to the room just in time, we played piss swords while we unloaded a lot of coffee. It was then about four, four thirty. I set the alarm and we both lay down, on separate beds, until it rang and it was time to get to the PD and ramp up for the evening.

Dale was button bright and really into all this when we got there. Stunned when handed a cold motorcycle on a gold chain, we told him it was because he was our golden boy. He really looked touched, gave each of us a hug and a hand shake and then…..told us to strip naked. In his ever mounting quest to turn us into Dallas Cops, we were going to get a version of a Dallas Cop haircut. The main thing was to get a straight line cut across the back just below where the helmets would end. Also, there was a little trimming, I lost part of my sideburns and Charlie, who was the real cop, got a burr haircut. If he had an opinion, he didn’t tell us. Next, and Dale stressed the importance of this, we had to hit the bathroom and to the best of our ability squeeze out every bit of whatever was in us. Those motorcycle pants, as opposed to our riding pants, even Charlie’s leather pants, were a bitch to fiddle with if you needed to pull your cock out and worse if it was number three; Getting them off was fairly easy but getting them back up with all the gear could be a bitch. 

I don’t know about Charlie but I felt stupid being told to empty myself by a cop. Yeah, his reasons were right but I hadn’t been told to go to the bathroom since I was about six; That sort of thing I could figure out. 

Fifteen, twenty minutes later we reappeared to find Dale had stripped down and so we headed off to where the uniforms were laid out. He was right, it did take a long time to put them on, mainly because we were amateurs but also there were tricks as to where to belt or button. First was a heavy duty jock and then you started from the bottom, got on boot socks, slipped into the pants, the part that went under the boots and had an elastic gore in them to adjust to your calf and keep the pant from coming out of the boot. Which was the next thing. Dale told us not to bother to close them but wait until top side was in. Each of us got a standard issue white T shirt over which was the blue shirt left open one button to show the T shirt. Also, Dale again, he fastened a dog tag apiece around our necks standard issue for the troops on the bikes All that was tucked down and held down while the waist band was buttoned. The opening in the front was closed after you reached up to, once again, pull down on the T shirt and officer shirt. Finally, every thing was closed up and that concluded the first layer. 

Dale said we should practice squatting as cops do when talking to someone on the ground. Why this was important, who knew but it was important to him. We rested for a time until Rusty and Aaron came in. They were the real officers, plus Dale, we were going to ride with and they looked us over for details of which there were none. Okay, now came the equipment belt, the Sam Brown belt, holsters, night stick guns-with blanks-tight fitting leather gloves, two pair, the guys said many nights two pair weren’t enough. We were shown how to insert our gloves into the epaulets on our shirts, badges were placed on his, we were deputized-for legal reasons, this protected the department, name tags, all of which fit through premade holes in the shirt. Cuff case in back with a spare pair. and we were pretty much ready. It was cooler outside and in all that rig I was glad of it. 

The bikes were the ones we’d ridden earlier and so our helmets were already there. The mirrored sunglasses were hung by a temple bar through a slit in the top flap of the covering of a pocket. And that was all. Almost.

We had a quick tour of our saddle bags one of which was carrying our radio which snaked a line up to our ear and swung a plastic arc around to our mouth should we need to speak. For this evening, we wouldn’t hear dispatch, nor could they hear us, but Rusty and Aaron could easily communicate.

Dale pulled around looking like us save for more stripes and some lines of service medallions. It was nine o’clock, shift began and we, with maybe sixty other mounted officers went out the steel door and into Dallas.

Two blocks away, Dale pulled over, had us all dismount and form a circle.
“Gentlemen, it’s now for real. You are fully deputized officers and I expect each of you to help the other if needed, to follow directions as ordered and to protect each other and the citizens of Dallas. It’s Saturday night and our first tour is through Oakcliff where I expect trouble. Now, Joe, Charlie, give me your side arms.” We did.
He very efficiently shucked out the blanks and put in new, real bullets. He handed them back to us as he said, “Now you’re ready.”

Two brawls and a domestic later, I felt like a true officer. I’d cuffed a couple and held them until the squad car arrived, did a foot chase, which, amazingly, I won and went in with guns drawn to a hostile situation. It was nearing eleven and Dale, having had a word or two with Rusty and Aaron, pulled our unit away and headed for Club Adonis.

Parking was easy, the bouncer waved a friendly salute to us and in we went. It was louder than an asthma attack and between the music and the screaming and whatever noise, I was glad we had our intercoms in our ears. Dale said that the show started in a few minutes so just slowly walk through the crowd, be friendly, many of these guys have a thing for officers and then get back here. We did that and he was right. I carried my night stick and had to tap a few wrists to keep them off my britches, my boots and my crotch. I left my sunglasses off, per Dale, so I could be friendly even if the touchy feely of  the patrons got a little too far.

Back at the place Dale directed us to, he asked if anyone was bruised from eager hands and laughed. Just about then, the lights dimmed and came up on a round stage in the middle of the room. At the same time, mirrors above it insured no matter where you were, you got a view of what was going on. 

Brief introduction in which we were told that Mission was waiting for his release from whomever had been sent to guard him.

With that, Jody appeared on stage looking pretty much like Jody. Same tousled hair, backwards ball cap-sporting the Cowboys logo- an open shirt, an undershirt some old looking jeans, flip flops and nothing else. He could have been coming down the stairs in our house save for the wide, steel manacles that held his wrists. Trying to look pitiful didn’t really work but I was a connoisseur of his moves and so knew this was low range for him. To others he may have seemed in genuine difficulty. He lifted his arms, tried to get his hands through the manacles but it was impossible. Falling on the bed, he began to rub his crotch and alternately, try to get out of his predicament. If it had been me, he’d have had leg irons and a steel gag. 

The light shifted to a new comer. He was more than handsome but had a brutish look. Only a ripped shirt, jeans that were falling apart, steel toed boots and, tossing up and down in his hands, keys.

He wandered over to the bed, picked up Jody by the cuffs which must have hurt considering he had to arch his back. Dropped him, popped his crotch, which exhibited real cries of pain and paraded around the stage as he removed what remained of his shirt, covered his chest with oil and played with his pierced nipples. Agile as a cat, he leapt over the bed with the skill of a gymnast, got behind Jody, picked up the keys with his teeth and taunted him with them. 

While he did that, he dropped his pants showing that he was going commando if you didn’t count the huge piercing in his dick plus the ladder of safety pins that came around from under him and went up his cock to just under the Prince Albert. And he kept on flipping those keys, made them jingle. Jody was clearly, at least for the sake of the viewing public, turned on and wanted out of his hellish situation. All I could think was……I wished I’d had a set like that, at certain time in our former family life a lot better and who could argue they beat a “time out” in a corner all to hell and back.

For there to be more, he had to unlock him which he did. Stripped him and revealed a large Prince Albert on his cock, the circular kind with no captive bead. For that mother to come off, it would require a welder or someone mighty good with a diamond saw. The crowd had been sufficiently diverted not to notice a chain come down with a snaffle that the new comer quickly slipped over the metal circle on my kids cock. Things were looking up. The chain started up until it met resistance which was the tensile strength of the metal circle on his cock. Just to make things easier, additional chains came down to be attached to various piercings, unused at first but now filled in, and pulled up.

From the cabinet beside the bed, he retrieved several sets of single manacles and attached them to Jody’s wrists. ankles, neck and a stout piece of rope around his waist. All with snaffles that were attached to various chains that descended from the ceiling. Didn’t take much to get the kid elevated with special attention paid to his cock and balls. He was already screeching and another centimeter or so just upped his volume. Charlie gave me the thumbs up. 

In a flash, all the chains and ropes were released letting Jody fall on the bed but only briefly until his partner could roll him over on his face just as a butt hook appeared.. The audience was ecstatic hardly waiting for more. Hook went in, Jody was hauled up, screaming, then the riding crop was  brought out. He didn’t get Jody’s butt too red, but enough to know that something unpleasant had happened. Let him down and stuffed his dick in his mouth. A large clock descended with time elapsed being shown. I guess he was being timed as to how long it took for him to get his partner to squirt and, one sensed, the sooner the better. Finally about six minutes had gone by, the big guy let him down, took him under his well constructed arms and shoved his dick in his butt. The clock started the other way. Nobody was short changing the other-even the audience was relatively quiet, probably involved in their own, uhm, participation. 

One of the bouncers found me, pointed to my left and I saw an officer escort a man from the crowd into the room, turned, and gave me a thumbs up. I picked up my clipboard with my research on it, put on my helmet, the mirrored glasses and my leather gloves. Whatever else was on stage, it was my show time down the way a bit in a room. As I watched Jody getting stuffed on stage, it was all I could do to restrain myself from jumping on stage, pulling guy number two out and, with a shout of “You can give it to him harder,” stick my (one night only) cop meat into him and wait for blood.

I opened the door to a small room with two chairs. Smith occupied one, I kicked the other one over. “Mr. Smith? I’m Officer Austin and, up front, need to tell you you’re in no trouble, just some questions that need getting cleared up.”
He made a sort of strangled answer that I took for assent, took out my clipboard, scanned it-no reason to, I knew exactly what was on it, pulled off my helmet and my shades, spread my legs in a military half brace position and asked my first question
“Your protégé, the one performing right now, did you check him for wants and warrants? Any missing person on him?”
“He said he was clean on all that, had a picture I.D. driver’s license and a U.S. Passport. He’s here, in public, no one has ever asked about his status, what about him?”

“Where’d you find him?”
“He applied here to be a stripper and…I saw more in him than just that, real talent that boy has.”
“Word is he’s flashing a lot of cash. Would you know where that came from?”
“Well, he works here…..”
“Don’t shit me, Mr. Smith, I have no idea what he’s paid to do his act but not enough to cruise around town in a new Corvette with a pocket full of bills. Want to start again?”
“Uhm, ah, Officer, uh Officer…..”
“Austin” and I pointed to the nametag on my uniform shirt.
“Austin, well, as I said, he applied and I hired him away from them, taught him to do some routines……”
“Like the one he’s doing tonight….”
“Uh, yeah, fact is, I taught both those boys….”
“Sir, they don’t look like boys to me. I’ll take your word on their age, some of these kids can look very young, very young indeed but they’re not. Do you know how many men, like yourself, take in one of these men and, after a while, find themselves the object of a palimony suit? Ever think about that?”
“Well, yes but he had money when I first met him and he came voluntarily, signed a contract, my attorney drew it up, his services to me and whomever I designate are all legal.”
“Gotta tell you, Sir, what he’s doing on stage right now….” and I opened the door to have a look/see “,,,,isn’t legal in Dallas County or any other county in this country. You want to go to Asia, Mexico, places like that and what they do is their business but not here.”

He looked stunned. Cops had been in and out, seeing what was going on or similar ever since the day Jody/Mission first took to the stage and I was the first one to mention any illegality.

“The management, they approved this, saw it with an empty room, liked it.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Look, do I need a lawyer?”
“Up front I said you’re not in any trouble but you could talk yourself into some so stay seated and calm down, I need to speak to my partner.”
Or if I didn’t leave the room I would have fallen over with laughter. Smith was smart enough but he was beginning to understand something about this boy/man had attracted the cops. Charlie came over and damn near had to stick a leather glove in my mouth. “You take him, I can’t do this straight faced.”

In the room Smith sat and, as Charlie later told me, meeting ‘Officer Houston’ was even more frightening than meeting ‘Officer Austin’. Jesus, those names, didn’t he think they sounded suspicious.

It took a few but Charlie came out, said he had him warmed up about child molestation, criminal persecution upon a body…”What’s that?”
“Fuck, I don’t know, I just made it up.” I almost started to cave again until Charlie kneed me in the heavy duty jock which proved it wasn’t all that heavy duty. “Now or never, get in there and do what you came to do.” I looked back on the stage where Jody was giving a very professional suck job as well as riding a saddle with a dildo in it. Sort of like walking and chewing gum.

Back in the room, no matter what I’d said, you could see the sweat. That’s when I squatted down beside him and brought up the clipboard. “Sir, these numbers represent what his last sponsors paid for him and, as you can see, it runs into the hundreds of thousands, not in a couple of months but a few years. It’s our suspicion that he’ll work you the same way. Sure, you’ll get some money from it but that contract you signed makes you responsible for him and, I’d guess, his debts. You ought to talk to his family see if they want him back and their unequivocal answer is NO, I believe the father said ‘ Fuck no’. Wherever he is, with whoever he’s with, he wished that poor bastard good luck and very deep pockets.” I stopped there waiting for all this to sink in.

“You’ve spoken with his family?”
“Yes sir, I have. At length.”
“And they don’t want him back?”
“No Sir, You’re assuming they threw him out which isn’t the case. He might have been told to leave but he wasn’t ‘thrown out’. When he walked out their door it was because he wanted to.”
“Mustn’t be much of a family. Trashy he had to learn what he, uh, does somewhere. The usual two places are the home or the street.”

I let him sit there, proud of himself for dismissing the family as no-gooders which allowed him to let himself think he’d really done my son a favor by taking him out of an unhealthy atmosphere. I’d just thought of it and Charlie was going to have to free form it but I had an idea. Leaning out the door, I asked ‘Officer Houston’ if he’d step in for a moment. 

Confronted by a wall of blue clad meat, guns at their sides, and not looking happy he was in the process of revising what he may be thinking.
“Charlie, would you introduce Mr. Smith to me.”
Charlie lit up immediately. First he pulled out his badge case and I.D. “I’m not from here and neither is this man. Show him Bill. My I.D. came out and in the back of his mind two names began to run together.
He was stuttering a bit. Charlie leaned against a wall while I was in front of him, legs wide spread not looking happy. “He’s your son….?”
“Yep and a DNA test would prove that.”
“Why all this? You’re not Dallas Cops,” He began to think he’d been flim flamed and now he was set to be angry. He rose and Charlie pushed him down. “What do you want? Money? is this some sort of shake down?”

“Fuck no, I don’t want him back. His mother doesn’t want him back, his Uncle Charlie here, who is a real cop, doesn’t want him back. All I wanted was to meet the man who was paying the freight for him now. As far as I care, you can do whatever you want to and with him. Whip him, flog him, fuck him, suck him, hook him up to a milking machine, hope you have a well equipped dungeon at home ’cause that’s what he deserves.”
Smith was catatonic. His mouth was open but all that came out was spit.

“Come on Bill, lets let Mr. Smith go back to what he’s paying for.
“Don’t you want to even meet him?”
Charlie whipped out a mini-Polaroid and snapped a picture of the two of us then, by extending his arm the three of us. The pictures fell on the floor. “Be sure to give him our calling cards. Come on Bill, we’re still on duty until six.”

We collected Dale went outside, got the helmets and gloves back on, turned  on the intercom, fired up the bikes and rolled out.
In my ear I heard Dale ask if I got what I wanted. I turned to look at him, raised the mirrors and give him a bit shit eating grin.
“Yeah, I got what I wanted. Where to next?”

Maybe it was routine for Dale and the guys but for us, the remaining part of Saturday night in Dallas was all hands on deck. Later Dale admitted on more than one occasion he’d been glad to have the extra help. Charlie he knew could do the drill but I was the surprise. Maybe it’s the uniform that gets to you. Maybe it was the pride in being a Dallas Cop but whatever it was, as the sun rose and we parked the bikes back in the police yard, I was sorry it was over. Almost asked if Sunday night was as interesting as Saturday. Aaron, who had blood on his tunic said, “Naw, nothing is like Saturday night. Nothing.”

Inside we peeled off the uniforms, got out of the boots, returned the shooting irons and, once again, were naked. Dale. who was also nude, brought a basket with all our clothes but suggested we not run off too fast. Drill was to take a shower, grab some drawers and then meet for the after shift run down, commentary, all that. Seemed like a workable plan.

Nothing like a hot shower filled with hot men. Word got around and we were pretty much accepted. It was like the locker room at school, horseplay, lots of meaningless threats and laughter. After which we grabbed our shorts, industrial jock in Charlie’s case and went to the ready room for the play by play. 

It was interesting having been in on some of it. I was sorry our radios weren’t tuned to get the whole ugly mess that had gone on. Some of the guys had wounds of duty that ranged from a few band aids to a cast on one arm. Two bikes would have to be dumped after they were used as  shield in a shoot out-75 bullet holes were counted in them….and one guy spoke up, “Does that include the two they pulled out of my ass at emergency?” Laughter everywhere. And then it broke up. Charlie, me, Aaron, Dale and Rusty were back getting our clothes. We extended an invitation to dinner for all of them at the best barbecue joint they knew. Thanks all around but the only one free was Dale, the other two had families who were anxious to have some time with them against the moment someone in a blue uniform came to their front door with their hat under their arm and a sorrowful look on their face. 

Dale said he’d come by the hotel later, maybe catch a swim and we’d do something about dinner or….just stay in, put our feet up, drink beer and watch the game; The Cowboys were playing Washington. 

Back in the room, the bikes safely stowed in the underground parking of the hotel, we found we were more tired than we’d thought. Being a cop, doing what we’d done, is an adrenaline rush that had lasted for about ten hours. Without thinking, we crawled into the same bed, called the operator and gave her two names to allow through and then, to work off all that still pooling energy, fucked each other stupid. Seemed the right thing to do.

Monday afternoon-The Cowboys won in over time and a fervent fan got plastered on beer so there’d been a sleep over, we were back on the road. Stopped at the same place in Texarkana for lunch-the remembered us-and we’d stopped to get the lady a bunch of yellow roses. She cried a little and said she’d remember the two Marines who made her year. I started to say something but Charlie just shook his head.

We’d decided on Little Rock as our night stop, that is, what Charlie had planned. About twenty miles South there was a Highway Patrol Car parked by the roadside and the cop in was holding a radar gun at us. When we pulled over, he and I both laughed, it was Don, the man we’d met on our way down. I’d gotten his name and number when we’d been at the Dallas Police Station or should I say, Officer Austin got it. He had our cards, and Charlie’s shield number so knew who it was. 

We had to know how things went down with the Lamborghini and in his best country boy, aw shit way, told us he’d got right lucky. Not only was the car hot but so were the two in it. Plus the two kilos of something white,  his guess was cocaine in the spare tire. They were still in Pulaski County Jail and were likely to be there, or some place with bars for some little while. 

I surprised both of the guys when I pulled out a little blue box that said, “Tiffany” on the outside. Inside was a silver cop car, not exactly like his, but close. Well, that settled that. We couldn’t just blow through. He got on his horn and let some of the guys know he was doing a courtesy dinner for some Dallas P. Ders at his place and to bring their own bottles.

Which had been more fun in the end? I’m saying the night in Dallas and watching my shithead kid get butt fucked with an iron hook. Or maybe finding Charlie at last rather than at first. 

Don’s party was the sort where everyone brought their own ribs and there was an informal rivalry as to which was the best, a contest we avoided but did make a lot of new friends, many of whom rode bikes. 

Home was Martha in the kitchen reverting to mother hen mode, telling her two boys to get their asses up the stairs and cleaned up before we stunk up her kitchen. Later at dinner no word was spoken about Jody but she heard all about Dallas, not exactly as it happened but close.

We became a pair, Charlie and I did. We did everything we’d always  wanted to do, got our minimum weekly requirement of sex, of all sorts, and settled back to a very happy program of life.

Months later, we were sitting around a turkey that had suffered badly at Charlie’s attempt to carve it. It was cold though bright out, warm inside. It was almost a throwaway remark but Martha said, ” Wonder what every happened to Jody?” and returned to picking the Walnuts from her Waldorf salad.

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The Title for this story is  line from “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” and is used with permission.

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Following the white van, Connor tried to stay alert after hours on the road. Glancing over he saw Dana yawn then settle back down reclined back in her seat. They had taken too long getting their gear packed therefore it was after ten when they left the university.  A quick lunch in Spartanburg, South Carolina then back on the road, they were finally below Atlanta. It was six in the afternoon and the sun was dropping down in front of them as they drove toward Montgomery. The professor said they were going to stop somewhere near Montgomery for the night.

They were due to arrive in Mobile the next afternoon then on Monday they would start their research, taking a boat up the Tensaw River through the river delta that flowed into Mobile Bay. In the white university van were Professor James Sullivan and Tony Barresi with Dana and Connor following in his personal truck, a 4 X 4 Chevy with more gear in the bed. Tony, Dana and Connor were doing post graduate work for their environmental studies degree. It’d taken them a year to get everything set up, the research in past studies, the selection of a site and coordinating with the university in Mobile for assistance, the biggest being the renting of their twenty-five-foot research vessel.

Connor had suggested the Tensaw River for he was familiar with it and the rivers that fed into it and branched off of it as he meandered toward Mobile Bay; Spanish River, Apalachee River, Raft River, Mobile River, Middle River and many other creeks, bayous and bays that made up the delta region. He grew up in Mobile where his parents raised his sister and him in a renovated Victorian house in a historic district of the old bay front city. By the time he was a teenager he wanted nothing more than to leave, to go somewhere he considered more sophisticated and when it came time to select a college for his desired study, he chose the university in North Carolina that had a reputation of being more progressive with the added benefit of being a long away. After four years of graduate studies then the last year of post graduate studies he began to feel a pull back to the Gulf Coast and its old ways.

For Dana it was an area she was familiar. Her family took many vacations in Gulf Shores for its nearness to her home town of Knoxville, Tennessee. Tony considered it somewhat of an exotic choice for its deep southern location and cultural diversity. He was from Hammonton, New Jersey, the fifth generation of Italians who immigrated to the states in Nineteen Twelve and going to college in North Carolina was his greatest exposure to the south to date.  After a lot of preparation, they found themselves on the road to do the field research. It was early May and already hot, with scattered rains occasionally breaking the day’s heat.

“Where are we?” Dana asked as she sat up stretching her arms out and twisting her neck.

“We crossed the Georgia-Alabama state line about thirty minutes ago. Should be in Montgomery in about an hour.”

“Good for I’m ready to get out of this truck.”

Shorter, the exit read and Connor followed the van down the ramp. They cut back under and drove till they came to a cheap hotel. They checked in, secured the items from Connor’s truck in the room and walked across the street to a restaurant, some inexpensive chain that afforded them a quick meal. On the walk back, Connor saddled up next to Tony.

“Hey, you wanna run over to that convenience store and grab some beer?”

“Sure man” replied Tony, “hey guys we’re going to grab beer. Meet you back at the room” he added, addressing Dana and Mr. Sullivan.

Darkness descended, and the sky was clear, the brightest stars visible even with the lights around the parking lot and pool. Dana sat at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, and Tony and Connor sat at a table, each slowly drinking a beer. They were quiet, the exhaustion of loading up early this morning then being on the road all day having caught up with them. Tony slid down low in his chair and rested his head on the back. Only the sound of traffic passing by the hotel broke the quiet of the night.

“The Professor said to sleep in. We didn’t need to hit the road till about ten or so” said Tony, his voice low trying to keep the sense of quiet.

“Good for after the last few weeks I could use it” replied Dana as she got up. “I’m heading in. I want to get a hot shower and climb into bed” she added as she placed her empty bottle back in the carton next to the three other empties.

“See you in the morning” said Connor as Tony held up a hand in acknowledgment.

Connor and Tony finished their beer and placed the empty bottles in the carton. They continued to sit, for a long time neither saying anything.

“Just think in thirty-six hours or so we’ll be on your Tensaw River” said Tony.

“Yep.”

“I guess your folks will be glad to see you. When did you make it down last?”

“Christmas. We’ve been so busy with final details and arrangements I’ve not had time to make the trip. I’m going by to see them tomorrow night. You made it to Jersey last month, wasn’t it?”

“The month before. It was my sister’s wedding so I kind of had to go” replied Tony laughing.

“Yeah, that would have been bad.  What about you? You seem serious with Mary. Any big plans after we finish?”

“I don’t know…the last few months have been strained.”

“Sorry…maybe you just need to get this trip behind you.”

“Nah, it’s not that, it’s just…well, we’ll see. What about you? You dating anyone seriously?”

 Connor glanced over to Tony knowing Tony knew he hadn’t been serious with anyone since Paul over a year ago. They knew he was gay for he did nothing to hide it, but it had been a relief when he found Tony and Dana joking around with him like they do everyone else. The crass comments after a one-night stand, the questions about those he dated for more than a month, which had not happened often in the last year or just the silly comments or snide remarks that friends say to each other.

“No, but you nosy bastards already knew that” Connor replied smiling over at Tony as he stood up. “I’m heading in. I need a shower and if I wait too long I won’t have the energy for it”

“Right behind you” said Tony sitting up so he could stand.

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Tony’s cell phone rang, and Connor opened his eyes to look across the room to the bed Tony had taken. He saw one arm come out from underneath the blanket searching for the phone on the nightstand.

“Reach a little further” said Connor as he pulled the blanket over his head. They had cranked the air conditioner down low and the room was chilly.

“It was the Professor. We’re to meet at the fast food joint down the street for breakfast in thirty” said Tony after he ended the short call.

A little over an hour later they were back on the interstate. Soon they were driving through Montgomery coming to the end of I-85. The hard-sweeping curving ramp brought them around and onto I-65 where they accelerated back to speed and headed southwest. For about an hour they drove along a flat terrain then slowly, gradually they were driving across an undulating landscape. Up and down the ribbon of asphalt wove across the countryside. At the lowest points they crossed creeks and rivers and at the highest points they drove across plateaus, most of it covered with pine.

Dana read over their research as Connor drove, keeping several car lengths behind the van. Less than an hour out of Mobile the interstate leveled off, crossing over the low country that ran along the rivers’ final leg before dumping into the bay.

“We’re almost there” said Connor as he flipped the radio to a local station coming out of Mobile, one he had listened growing up, the familiarity of it now comforting. Glancing over he saw Dana close the folder and put it back into her backpack.

“Wow this place flattens out” said Dana as she looked out the side window.

“Yeah, everything along the delta and around Mobile is flat.”

The interstate became more bridge than roadway, eventually coming to one long bridge that spanned the rivers. When they came off the bridge the interstate curved southward.

“Not far now. We’re just north of the city. The interstate was built well north of the main part of the delta.”

“I thought the interstate crossed right along the mouth of the rivers at the bay?”

“That is I-10.”

“Oh.”

As they came into the city on the interstate Connor sped up and moved around the van. He knew the city and was to lead them to the university. Exiting at Spring Hill Avenue the made the hard turn back on the I-65 Service Road heading south parallel to the interstate till they came to Old Shell Road. Heading west they cut through the suburbs till they came to the university.

Connor led them through the campus till they arrived at their destination and saw a woman and man waiting on them.

“I guess the professor called ahead” Dana stated as Connor shut off the engine.

“Good, for I don’t know any of these buildings.”

***

They found themselves in a class room, a large map of the rivers flowing into Mobile Bay on the wall. The two professors, Mr. Cooper and Ms. Harrison, gave the team a rundown of the region, the things they already knew from their own studies from a few years back and went over the logistics in coordinating the use of one of their research boats.

“We had one of two students that were going to act as a guide for you but it being near the end of term neither could take the time, so we’ve arranged for someone else” said Ms. Harrison as they came to the final coordination issue.

“Does this person know the river?” Professor Sullivan asked.

“Yes, very much so, more so than any of our people. In fact, we’ve used him from time to time to help us go into some of the more remote regions” Mr. Cooper replied.

“His name is Joshua Sims, and his family has, in one way or another, worked on the rivers for generations” said Ms. Harrison.

“We’re talking about a family that has lived and worked on these rivers since before the Civil War” added Mr. Cooper.

“Great; when will we meet Mr. Sims?” Professor Sullivan asked.

“Tomorrow morning. He’ll pilot the Mabila around to your pickup point, which will be across the street from the USS Alabama park. There is a dock there you can use to load up. We have everything set up for you to be able to long term park” said Ms. Harrison as she closed up her brief case.

“Connor, you know this parking lot?” asked Professor Sullivan.

“Yes, sir. With morning traffic, we should plan on leaving the hotel by six in the morning.”

“Okay everyone, you heard him, we’ll grab breakfast on the way, so be at the van about a quarter till” Professor Sullivan added.

“If that is all, I should be going. Dana, you ready for me to drop you off at the hotel?” said Connor as he stood up.

“Yeah.”

“Come on Tony, let’s go too” said Professor Sullivan.

Connor dropped Dana off at the hotel back near I-65 and headed toward the old central city of Mobile to the historic district his parents resided. The familiarity of home was comforting, especially after the long drive, and the evening passed with everyone sitting around the dining table. It was later than Connor intended when he finally left, nearly eleven o’clock, but he felt relaxed for the first time in days. He drove through the quiet streets of the old neighbors winding his way back to the hotel. As he drove he reminisced about the evening. There were the conversations about college, his research, and what they were going to be doing the next week. His parents told him the latest news of family and friends, the kind of things that never made it into phone conversations. He had to laugh at recollecting how his mother asked if he was dating anyone, for she had been the one who struggled with him coming out, the one who fretted about what it meant. In the end she was supportive and tried to talk to him about his relationships as she would anyone else. What made this evening particularly funny to him was her asking if Tony was someone he was interested in. It had been hilarious for he knew Tony all too well and he was without a doubt very straight. At the hotel the parking lot was quiet as well the lobby. He went up to the room where he found Tony sound asleep. A quick shower and he fell into the other bed allowing sleep to overtake him quickly.

At the landing site Connor was parked next to the van, its rear doors open as Dana and Tony were pulling out gear. Tailgate down, Connor was sliding out the gear he had in the bed of the truck, sitting it on the ground. The sound of early morning traffic passing by on its way into the city created a constant rhythm of sound, so he didn’t hear the boat till it was pulling up next to the dock. Looking up he saw the twenty-five-foot research vessel, its aluminum hull’s only decoration a blue and red stripe with the university’s logo above it. The small cabin was positioned toward the stern leaving a large work area in the bow. Out back two outboard motors that were idling as the boat drifted up to the dock where Professor Sullivan waited to tie it off.

Connor and the others were talking earlier about what kind of person this Sims fellow would probably be, each guessing an older man, late forties or early fifties with a weathered tan complexion. Connor pictured the men he saw around Mobile, those that worked the docks, with muscular bodies and a roughness that Connor could never feel comfortable around, thus he felt a little anxious about who would be their guide. Watching Professor Sullivan secure the boat he saw a ball cap moving around in the cabin, then come out at the stern. He looked lean, t-shirt and jeans that fit loose. And he didn’t look as old as they had been guessing. The professor pointed their way and the guy jump off the boat and headed toward them.

 “Come on Connor, grab something and get it on the boat” Tony exclaimed as he and Dana passed carrying gear toward the boat.

Lifting two cases Connor headed toward the boat. Along the way he came up their guide, sunglasses blocking view of the guy’s eyes Connor quickly realized he looked much younger than they had guessed, even younger than himself.

“You Connor?”

“Yeah…you must be Joshua.”

“Yeah. I assume everything goes on the boat?”

“Yes” Connor replied as they passed. A quick glance back he saw Joshua go toward the gear sitting on the ground at his truck. The cases he was carrying were heavy, so he turned and headed to the boat.

Within minutes they were loaded up, Joshua and Professor Sullivan within the cabin area, open to the stern, with Tony sitting behind them going through some gear. Dana and Connor sat in the bow going over their notes and rummaging through the gear at their feet. The boat pulled away and turned north heading up the Tensaw River. They quickly passed under the I-10 bridges and into the area where they could see Polecat Bay to their west, then Delvan Bay and in front, the Tensaw River, its muddy waters moving slowly toward them. Soon they were within the banks of the river with marsh on both sides. The sound of traffic on I-10 and Battleship Parkway behind them growing fainter and fainter till the only sound was their own boat.

The gathering of samples and the dropping of traps was to begin at the first island within the river, an oblong marsh land that came into view after rounding a slight bend to the right. Connor and Dana looked toward the cabin when they heard a tapping sound. Joshua was rapping his knuckles against the window then pointing up ahead.

“I think we’re almost at our first test site” said Dana as she moved to the front of the bow. Connor nodded his head in acknowledgment then followed Dana.

“He looks like a kid” said Dana as Connor came up beside her.

“Yeah, a bit younger than we thought, but if he knows the river…” Connor replied.

“So, whose team does he play on? Yours or mine?” Dana asked stifling a laugh, knowing it was a way to tease Connor.

“A country boy that grew up on these rivers in south Alabama, I’d say yours” Connor replied as he watched them get closer and closer to the marsh island ahead. “You ready to gather samples?”

“Yep.”

For hours Joshua steered the boat up the Tensaw and down some creeks as the team gathered samples and set out traps with bright orange buoys to mark their locations.  They went down Conway Creek, up Crab Creek and Threemile Creek till they came to where the Apalachee River forked off of the Tensaw. Tony put out the traps making sure the lines up to the buoys were not tangled while Dana and Connor collected samples. They worked at a continuous pace, making notes and getting gear ready, then the process of collection, all while Professor Sullivan and Joshua navigated along the river and its tributaries.

Connor tried to stay focused on the work, tried not to glance over toward Joshua, but time and time again he found himself looking. He tried to read him, not to determine whether, or not he was straight or gay, for he assumed the answer to that already, but to get some sense of his character. Who was this guy, so young by expectations, that knew these rivers so well? Connor had not seen him look at a map, not once. And the way he handled the boat, one that wasn’t huge but on some of the narrow side creeks it still amazed him how Joshua maneuvered it perfectly.

Late in the day they pulled up to the dock at Cliff’s Landing where they had established permission to overnight camp next to a pavilion. As they unpacked tents, sleeping bags and gear Dana asked Joshua about the club and what other amenities were close by.

“I don’t know much about the club, but I know there is a bar a short distance inland. It’s just… you do not want to go there. I think its best we stay together in camp.”

The tone of Joshua’s reply was not missed by anyone and no one brought up venturing out later from camp. Tony and Dana got the portable stove set up while Connor prepared the food for cooking. Joshua and Professor Sullivan set up the tents and tossed everyone’s gear into each one. The five small tents were set up in an arc on the west side of the camp fire and pavilion. By the time they finished Connor was setting a picnic table with the food while Dana set the cooler with beer and drinks nearby.

“Let’s eat” Tony exclaimed as he took a beer from Dana and sat at the picnic table.

“Joshua, a beer…or a soda?” Dana asked.

“Beer, and before you ask I’m twenty-one” Joshua replied as he slipped off his shades for the first time hooking them on his cap.

“You still get carded?” Connor asked in a light tone.

“All the time” Joshua replied as he sat down opposite Tony.

As the five of them settled down, passing the food back and forth, the conversations circled around on the day’s work then tomorrow’s agenda. They were going to work up the Tensaw till they came to the Mobile River then continue northward to Jackson. When they finished eating, each sitting around with another beer the conversation slowed eventually turning toward Joshua.

“How do you know these rivers so well?” Tony asked causing everyone to look over at Joshua.

“I’ve been on them all my life, hell, had my first boat when I was eight” Joshua replied. Turning to Connor, “I was surprised you needed me if you are from Mobile.”

“I don’t know these rivers. I spent my time down on Dauphin Island or over in Gulf Shores or along the Intercoastal Waterway. Rarely did we go up these rivers” replied Connor.

“You live in Jackson?” asked Dana.

“Just outside of town. I have my own little place.”

“You’re not married, are you?” Dana continued, her curiosity getting the better of her, but the others listened, waiting to hear Joshua’s response for he seemed so different from what they expected.

“No, there’s no one” he replied looking down as if embarrassed.

“I’m sure it’s not for a lack of trying” Tony interjected, his natural male bravado showing.

Joshua looked over at Tony, smiling, giving a nod then shrug. “Yeah, there has been a few who wanted a ring and a husband to go with it. What about ya’ll? Boyfriend or girlfriends?” Joshua added looking from Dana to Tony and Connor.

“Nothing serious” replied Dana.

“Oh yeah. Mary…two years now” added Tony.

Connor hesitated answering, then looked at the others who were waiting for his response, Dana and Tony smiling, wondering whether, or not he was going to admit to being gay.

“No…no one. Our post graduate studies have left so little time and we’ve been so focused on this trip and…”

“Excuses, excuses” Dana interrupted, causing Professor Sullivan and Tony to laugh along with her. Connor shook his head then laughed along with them.

“So never anything serious?” asked Joshua.

“Oh there was Chris two…years….ago…” said Dana, realizing as she spoke what she had said. For a moment Tony and Professor looked surprised at this admission and everyone could see how it had shocked Connor. The four of them looked over at Joshua expecting to see some judgmental reaction, instead saw him smiling, mischievously.

“I’d keep that to myself as we go up river” Joshua finally replied breaking the silence. “I can tell you some will not accept that and…well…let’s not find out.”

“You’re not going to…freak out or anything, are you?” asked Connor.

“Nah…it’s cool” Joshua replied as he reached over to the cooler on the ground next to him. “Anyone else need a beer?”

The five of them sat for over two hours, talking about the river. The more Joshua talked the more he surprised everyone. Although he only had a high school diploma they discovered he self-taught himself, read books on the river that gave him knowledge beyond the experience and old wisdom handed down from generation to generation. Professor Sullivan moved closer to Joshua, taking the discussion into aspects of current research. The time passed quickly till the day’s work caught up with them, one after the next yawning and stretching. Professor Sullivan was the first to call it a night, making some comment about not being as young as he once was. Dana retired next leaving Tony, Connor and Joshua sitting around the picnic table, the night calm, no breeze of any kind and the sound of insects seemed to grow louder. Empty beer bottles sat on the table as they sat facing toward the river, the faint illumination of a security light barely breaking the darkness. The sky was filled with stars that made it seem to shimmer over the black outline of the flat land of the river.

“Oh damn…what time is it?” Tony asked stretching his arms out and twisting his back.

“Ten after eleven” replied Connor.

“I’m turning in. I want to call Mary before going to sleep.”

Connor and Joshua watched Tony stumble over to his tent, drop to his knees, unzip the tent and climb into its darkness. A faint square of light could be seen through the tent and they knew he was on his cell phone.

“What are you going to do after you get your degree?”

“I hope to get a position with some scientific research group and travel around the country.”

“That sounds nice” Joshua replied as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees looking down at the ground.

Connor could sense the missed opportunities; the way life probably was slipping by for Joshua. “Why don’t you enroll in college? You’d be great at it and…”

“Man, I can’t afford to go to college. I’m just some backwater hick who….” Joshua angrily replied, his voice trailing off.

“Don’t sell yourself short. I’ve never seen anyone have such instincts on these rivers and you know so much, you…”

“I what? Just enroll and start classes in the fall. It’s that simple? For you, maybe.”

“We could help, make some calls…” Connor began then stopped when he saw Joshua just shaking his head no. He knew this was not the time to continue.

“Have you ever considered leaving this area? Just move somewhere else and get a fresh start?” asked Connor.

“All the time” replied Joshua, then turning to look at Connor, “how do you do it?”

“Do what? Go for my dream of scientific research that lets me work on water, lets me move along coastal regions and along rivers. I don’t know…just do it and don’t look back?”

“But how do you…deal with…everything else?”

Connor sensed there was something else Joshua wanted to know, some other aspect and he wondered how to respond.

“How I deal with what? Moving away from home and family? The routine of course work that includes topics I don’t care about or struggle to understand? The worry of how I’ll support myself and my research, how I’ll be able to afford to do the traveling?  Or the worry that I’ll not have time for a personal life, to have the time to find someone I can be partners?  Or how to deal with being a gay man in a world that is far too often intolerant?”

Connor saw it, something he said near the end that triggered a response in Joshua. He could see it in his face, the sadness in his eyes before turning away and staring back at the ground.

“Joshua…you just have to take the first step. It’s the hardest one and each one thereafter is a bit easier.”

For a long time, Connor sat looking at Joshua who didn’t move. Joshua continued to sit, head down, staring at the ground.

“You want to talk about what is really bothering you?” asked Connor. Joshua shook his head no. “Well…I’m going to turn in. If you need anything…come to me. Okay?”

Joshua nodded his head and looked around at Connor, “Okay.”

Connor went to his tent, kicked off his shoes, setting them just inside, and he crawled in. He tugged off his shirt and cargo pants for it was too hot to sleep in his clothes. He lay on top of his sleeping bag in just his boxers and tried to settle down, tried to push aside the conversation with Joshua so he could get to sleep. They were to be up at dawn and he desperately needed sleep. He could hear Joshua stirring around the picnic table, tossing their empties in the trash and moving the cooler back over to their tents. He listened as Joshua moved to his tent, the sound of the zipper and a faint light within the tent. When the light went out Connor assumed Joshua had finally settled down and he lay still listening to the sound of insects and the occasionally hoot of an owl somewhere in the nearby woods.

How long it had been Connor wasn’t sure, but he heard the zipper on Joshua’s tent and the movement of Joshua climbing out. Listening intently, he wondered if Joshua just needed to relieve himself. Then a faint shadow crossed over his tent, and Connor leaned up on his elbows.

“Joshua?” Connor whispered.

“Can I…get in your tent?”

For a moment Connor didn’t know what to make of it, but he didn’t care. He leaned forward and slowly unzipped his tent.

“Yes…come on” replied Connor as he scooted over to give Joshua room. He saw the dark outline of Joshua’s body, the lean torso and the faint glow of the white boxers he wore. Joshua slipped in, zipped up the tent and eased down next to him. He felt the warmth of Joshua’s body then the hand that came to rest on his chest.

“Will you hold me?”

The tent was dark, and Connor could only see faint outlines of the body next to him, but he could feel it, sense it in ways that made him feel acutely aware of his own body. He brought his right hand over and rubbed the forearm on his chest, then moved up to the bicep. The arm wasn’t bulked up like the guys who worked out all the time, but was lean. But beneath the smooth skin it was solid to the touch, the body of someone who did manual labor. Joshua shifted closer and he felt the warm breath of each exhale on his neck. A leg came to rest over his own, the hand on his chest began to move, slowly, circular motions that caressed his skin and made him grow aroused. Lips touched his neck and he turned toward Joshua. He saw the dark form of Joshua’s head move over him then the press of lips to his own. They kissed passionately, lip to lip, then open mouthed. Connor felt the hand move down his stomach and over the front of his boxers till fingers wrapped around his elongating cock.

Using his left hand, the one pinned between their bodies, he rubbed over the front of Joshua’s boxers feeling the growing erection within. He manipulated it as best he could, using his thumb and forefinger to provide light squeezes along the thickening shaft. Joshua moaned into his mouth then pulled away. Connor could see him sit up and work his boxers off. Joshua leaned over and mouthed the front of his boxers. He felt the hot breath and the pressure of lips closing down along his shaft, moving from the base to the head. The mouth closed over the head and sucked on it causing Connor to moan as he pushed upward with his hips. He felt fingers running along his waist, grasp his boxers and tug on them, trying to get them pulled down. He raised his ass and let Joshua strip him, working the boxers down his legs then off each foot. His cock bounced out free, smacking down on his stomach.

Joshua kissed his thigh, lips firmly pressing against his skin. He felt Joshua move upward till he felt those lips touch his sac, then the rake of tongue over it. He reached down and ran his fingers through Joshua’s hair as he felt the kisses along his shaft then the lips wrap around the head. Joshua swirled his tongue over it then plunged downward taking Connor in his mouth.

“Fuck” Connor uttered in a low strained whisper as Joshua manipulated his cock. Up and down the shadow of Joshua’s head moved over his cock and he felt it, the way his cock would be engulfed in the hot slick wetness of Joshua’s mouth over and over. He couldn’t help it, the sensations too great, and began to pump upward. Joshua took it, let his cock piston through his lips.

The tent grew hot, the very air heavy with their sex. Joshua sat up and Connor watched as he moved over his body. The outline of the naked body rising over him. The taking of his cock holding it up. The feel of the body moving down against it, pressing down, till he felt the familiar squeeze as the head penetrated. Joshua eased down, all the way. Then he rode it, moved up and down, slowly at first but his pace increasing, a little faster each time, till he was riding Connor roughly, their fuck physical. Their stifled cries and heavy breathing seemed to explode in the small tent. Connor sat up hugging Joshua to his chest where he felt Joshua’s cock pressed against him, hard, wet, it raked over his skin with every move.

“Fuck” Joshua uttered between clinched teeth, “fuck me.”

Holding Joshua within his arms, cock buried all the way inside of his body, Connor rolled Joshua over on his back as he moved over him. He began to fuck, to drive himself into Joshua, feeling the tightness lessen till his cock slipped easily inward and out. Joshua’s legs wrapped around his waist and he could feel each foot brush against his thighs as he thrust inward, over and over and over.

Joshua came first, this entire body shivering within Connor’s hug. Connor felt it, the wetness between them and the way Joshua shook and worked his hips trying to take more, to get Connor deeper within his body.

“Oh…fuck” Connor uttered as he felt his release, the surge through his cock till he was coming. He felt each ejaculation, every one, as he thrust inward, roughly, trying to push in deeper.

Then they collapsed by each other breathing hard, their bodies hot and slick from their exertions. They lay naked letting the cooling night-time air absorb their heat. Joshua drifted off to sleep first as Connor stared into the darkness where he lay listening. When Connor let his eyes close the fatigue of his long day and exertions over took him and he drifted off to sleep.

Connor woke to the sound of someone making breakfast at the picnic table and the soft whispers at one of the other tents. He lay a moment, mind in a fog then he jerked awake and sat up remembering last night. He was alone. He quickly dressed, unzipped his tent and stuck his head out. Professor Sullivan was at the gas cooker preparing breakfast and Joshua was getting plates and utensils onto the table. Dana and Tony were breaking down the other tents getting them packed away.

“Hey, it’s the late sleeper” exclaimed Tony and the others looked over at Connor.

“What time is it?” Connor asked as he glanced over to Joshua who shook his head no. Connor knew what it meant, knew Joshua wanted him to keep quiet about last night.

“It’s six twenty” replied Dana as she tossed a packed tent next to some gear.

“Come on Connor, we’ll eat then load up. We’ll be on the water a little after seven if we don’t mess around too much. That’ll give us a good twelve hours of daylight to work with” said Professor Sullivan as he lifted one fried egg after the next to a plate.

As they ate they discussed their itinerary for the day, the working their way along the Tensaw River till they came to the Mobile River. They would pull in at the Mt. Vernon Landing for the night. It would be a long day, the winding of the river made its actual distance substantially longer than the crow flies.

“Are we to camp like last night at the landing? I know there are no facilities there” Joshua asked.

“Yes. We checked about a hotel that might be close to the river, something we could hike but I’m afraid there is nothing close, so we’ll rough it at the landing” Tony replied.

Breakfast finished, gear stowed back on the boat, they pushed off and headed upriver, following the Tensaw River’s meandering path till they came to where Middle River merged into it just below the I-65 bridges. They veered to the right keeping on the Tensaw, stopping at designated points to collect sample and drop traps.

“Why the Tensaw?” Joshua asked Professor Sullivan as they passed under power lines.

“It was a region Connor was somewhat familiar, it is exposed to the usual litany of boat traffic and effluence from various sources. And the big thing for us is it is not the main river in the system but one that runs parallel to it.”

“The Mobile River.”

“Exactly, so we’re doing additional studies that show the relationship between the two rivers. People mistakenly think the Tensaw is somehow cleaner, not as bad, but the way these rivers are interconnected…”

“Like one eco-system.”

“Right, then what is in one will typically be in the other.”

They made their way north, working along the meandering path of the river, eventually seeing more and more development along the more eastern arcs of the river. When the river cut back with the marshland, passing the creeks and waterways that branched off, Joshua pulled out his cell phone and choose a contact.

“Hey, Ronnie, this is Josh. I didn’t catch ya at a bad time did I?” asked Joshua. “No? Good…hey, listen, I’m guiding an expedition up the Tensaw..” said Joshua stopping to listen, “…the Tensaw.” Joshua listens a moment, then adds “Yes, that is right. Well, we’re going to stay at the landing tonight, or that is the plan…” Joshua listens, making a frustrated face at Tony and Professor Sullivan. “Ronnie, just listen. You think the guys at the fire house would let us crash on the floor in the open bay? You’re still waiting on that fourth truck, right?” asked Joshua, then listening to the reply. “Really…hey if we can use the showers and bathroom, maybe the kitchen to actually cook some real food…” said Joshua then stopping to listen. “Great…yeah, we need that too. I’ll call you when we’re close. Thanks buddy, this means a lot…yeah, we need to…okay…later.”

“I take it you’ve made alternate arrangements for this evening?” Professor Sullivan asked.

“Yes, sir. The guys at the volunteer fire station will let us crash at there. They have an open bay we can camp out in and we can use their bathrooms and kitchen.”

“Sweet” Tony exclaims just before he races to the bow of the boat. Professor Sullivan and Joshua watch as Tony tells Dana and Connor, smiles slowly spreading across their faces. They look over at Joshua giving thumbs up.

When Tony moves back to the stern to ready the next traps, Dana and Connor prep for the next sample collection. Connor sits and pulls up their notes checking them once again. Dana sits next to him leaning over close.

“So, about last night. You want to confess?”

“What?  What are you talking about?”

“Seriously, you’re going to deny it? I heard you guys. Does this mean you’re now dating a rough river boy?” asked Dana stifling a laugh.

“It’s not like that, and move back. Joshua is watching you and probably suspects something is up.”

“I know it was last night” replied Dana as she got up and went back to the bow of the boat.

The shadows on the river grew long as the sun sat low in the western sky. The waters became even darker as the Mabila sliced across its surface. They rounded another bend, turning from northward to westward where the connection to the Mobile River lay ahead of them. Joshua called his buddy letting him know they were close, only minutes away from reaching the landing.

Two trucks greeted them. A large 4 X 4 crew-cab and a van that easily accommodated their gear. The drive was a short one and soon they found themselves at the volunteer fire department with its offices on one side and two bays on the other. Through an open garage door, they saw three trucks with an open area behind one of them. It was their lodgings for the night.

“Two of us will be upstairs in our quarters during the night so if you need anything don’t hesitate to come up. Downstairs through that door are two bathrooms, each with a shower and to right, that door with the glass in it, that is the main breakroom room area with a kitchen. We got ya’ll some stuff for breakfast in the morning” said Ryan, one of the firemen.

“As for dinner, you can see we decided to have a little cookout” said Ronnie, the friend of Joshua’s who organized everything.

“We really appreciate everything you’re doing” replied Professor Sullivan.

“Forget it…any excuse for a cookout and we’ll take it” Ronnie replied smiling.

With help from several of the firemen they had their gear set inside and sleeping bags laid out. They took turns getting cleaned up, each coming out of the bathroom refreshed in clean clothes. Behind the fire station there were three picnic tables set up in a line, with a large grill going to one side, drinks iced down in coolers and dishes of baked beans, salads, and deserts scattered over one table. As the sun dropped below the horizon they were sitting around the tables with the firemen eating and talking about their research, how it was post-graduate studies, what they were hoping to learn and how they choose the Tensaw and were going to go further upriver for two more days. It was getting late when everyone pitched in to clean up, to get left over food into the refrigerators and gather up the trash.

Ronnie had sat across from Connor and Joshua and all through dinner he had watched Joshua, noticed his mannerisms, the way he responded to anything Connor had to say. As the others cleaned up Ronnie stopped Connor asking if they could talk, leading him to a picnic table that sat at the back of the property under an old live oak, its branches spreading out horizontally to unimaginable lengths.

“What’s up?” Connor asked as he sat down on the bench next to Ronnie, their backs against the table watching the others get everything put away.

“I want to talk to you about Joshua.”

“Joshua?”

“Yeah…” replied Connor hesitating for a long time. He looked over at Connor then back toward the others. “Joshua really likes ya’ll. I mean, most of the people he guides up these rivers can make him so angry. You can’t believe how mad he can be coming back, saying they disrespect the river. He loves these old rivers.”

“We can tell; I’ve never seen anyone who understands them the way he does.”

“Did he tell you he has a library in his house. An actual library…I mean that good ole boy…books like you’ve never seen. Well, maybe you have, but not us. On these rivers, and on rivers in general and other books about the environment.”

“I’ve asked him about going to college, but he…”

“Dismisses it; I know. I tried to get him to go two years ago. There is too much history of life on these rivers, generation after generation just making do. Accepting it as their lot in life.”

“So, what do you think we can do?”

“Get him away from here” Ronnie whispered, as if he was afraid someone would hear. “I’ve known Josh since he was nine years old, met him on this river when I was sixteen, out with friends. We thought we were hotshots, first time our parents let us go off on our own and we come up on this little kid in a john boat. Jesus, you should have saw him.”

“He mentioned growing up on the river.”

“That is the literal truth. But this place isn’t really for him. He’s…not himself here. I’ve seen it. The way he keeps himself isolated. I can’t tell you how many have tried to date him or fix him up with a date…it’s just not…” Ronnie stammers for the words. “Look I see how he is around ya’ll. I see how he is around you. I don’t know…everything…but I know an opportunity when I see it. If you can help him…” Ronnie stopped seeing Joshua coming their way with three beers. “I may be asking a lot but if you can help him…that’s all I’m asking.”

“We’ll see what we can do…I’ll…Joshua, thanks” Connor said changing tone when Joshua got close.

They sat under the live oak, sipping on their beers, Connor listening as Ronnie and Joshua talked about their lives, Ronnie’s wife pregnant again, one of the guys in the station having a drinking problem, another about to get married. Joshua talked of his father, still working at a shop repairing boats in Jackson and how he was considering a change, some way to stop taking hunters and sports fisherman on the river. Connor caught the change in tone when Joshua mentioned the hunters and fisherman, glancing over to Ronnie who gave him a nod in acknowledgment.

“Shit, I’ve got to get home or Shelley will have my ass. Joshua, call me when you finish this little expedition, and Connor, it was nice to meet ya” said Ronnie as the stood up and headed toward his truck.

“It is late, and we have another early morning tomorrow” Connor replied as he and Joshua stood up and headed toward the station. The bays were nearly dark, only one small light on the far wall dimly lit the interior. The area where everyone else were already settled down for the night was dark. They walked slowly, each seemed to want to say something. Ronnie drove off, his taillights quickly disappearing around a bend. About forty feet from the building Joshua reached out and took Connor by the arm.

“Can we stay out for a bit?” Joshua asked.

“Yeah, sure” Connor replied letting Joshua lead him back to the far picnic table, the one they had just left, the one in the dark shadows beyond the illumination of the security light on the building.

Connor followed Joshua till they stood by the table. He wanted to reach out and take him in his arms, but he worried that was not what Joshua wanted, not this time, so he stood still looking at the his outline in front of him, the dark shadow of his back. When Joshua turned around Connor felt the hug, both arms wrapped around his waist as Joshua kissed him.

Everything happened quickly after the kiss, clothes tugged off, hands roaming over the other, the caresses and kisses, and Joshua pulling Connor toward the table, pulling him up between his legs as he lay back.

“Connor…please…” Joshua whispered in a pleading tone.

Connor moved up to him, holding Joshua’s legs tight to his chest as he held his cock down, feeling how hard it was, so aroused by Joshua. He moved forward and placed his cock at Joshua’s opening, pressed against the tightness of it. He felt Joshua push back, felt the urgency of it, the desire. He pushed harder with his hips feeling his cock squeeze through the tight opening, milking his cock as he sank it further and further into Joshua’s depths.

Connor fucked Joshua with an urgency, thrusting inward over and over. His hips smacked against Joshua’s ass as he rocked him back and forth. The old picnic table squeaked with their movements, echoing the steady rhythm of their fuck.

“Fuck me…fuck…me” Joshua uttered over and over as he held onto the table’s edge, his voice reverberating with his rocking motion.

Connor’s felt his own desire, the heat of his own body, the way sweat trickled down his sides and back, the way Joshua’s legs felt, the soft hairs and muscular calves of each rubbing his chest. He kissed the closest part of Joshua to his mouth, the left calf. He kissed it, placed his mouth to it then nipped the flesh with his teeth as he felt his own release grow imminent.

“Fuck…Jesus…I’m going to…” Connor exclaimed as he pushed inward all the way and pumped his hips in short jagged thrusts. He came hard, each ejaculation seemingly emptying him of all his strength. Then he pumped his spent cock slowly within Joshua feeling the soothing slickness of his load as he cooled down as his body settled down.

Pulling free Connor stepped back as he reached down for Joshua, taking the hard cock in hand, feeling the girth of it and the curve of the shaft. He stroked it as he held Joshua’s legs against his chest till he felt Joshua trying to pump his hips.

“Get up and sit on the bench” said Connor as he stepped back giving Joshua room to stand. He guided Joshua to the bench, kept him facing outward as he guided him down. He moved over Joshua, awkwardly getting each leg over the bench on either side of him. Taking Joshua’s cock in hand he held it up as he moved down to it, brought himself down till it touched him, pressed against his own tightness. He lowered himself till he felt the breach of his opening, the penetration as Joshua’s cock stretched him open. He stifled a cry as he moved downward taking inch by inch, till he had all of Joshua sunk into body.

“Connor…fuck…” Joshua whispered as he leaned forward, and Connor felt the lips touch his chest, rake over his skin then suck on his left nipple. He cried out again as Joshua nipped it, lightly biting down, making him arc his back manipulating the cock sunk in his hole. Connor worked his hips, grinding down on Joshua’s cock savoring the way it felt, the fullness of the penetration and the way it locked their bodies together. He rose up, slowly, feeling the thick shaft tug at his opening. Easing back down, he took all of it again. Over and over Connor moved up and down, his pace increasing till he moved with a frenzy. Joshua’s hands moved over his back, along his sides and across his chest. He felt the way they moved slickly over his skin and it urged him on, his pace increasing even more. The picnic table rocked with their fuck as Connor worked his body up and down.

Joshua’s hands took Connor by the waist, fingers digging into his sides. He knew Joshua was close, knew release was imminent and he kept up his pace even as his muscles ached with their exertion and sweat poured from his skin.

“Fuck…oh FUCK…” Joshua exclaimed as he pumped upward with his hips.

Connor felt the way Joshua shook beneath him, the way Joshua was trying to sink even further in his hole and he felt it, the way Joshua’s cock flexed within his body. Joshua leaned back, skin glistening in the dim light, as he shoved upward with his hips till he was spent.

They could have continued, both still partially erect, but it was far too late, and they were out in the open even if it was dark. They dressed quickly, quietly, struggling with buttons and shoe laces. Back at the building, they eased though the door and over to where their sleeping bags lay spread open, the two of them close together. Connor hesitated, thinking his bag was on the other side of the room, but he was exhausted and had no energy to consider it. Joshua was lying on his bag as Connor eased down on his own, neither pulling the bags closed to zip them up. It was still too hot. As Connor lay there trying to fall asleep, the earlier conversation with Ronnie playing in his head he saw movement to his other side. Glancing over he saw Dana rise enough to let him know she was awake, then lay back down. He wanted to laugh at the situation, to just feel the release of it but he closed his eyes, stifling this desire and waited for sleep.

Connor woke first the next morning, outside still dark. He had slept poorly, waking constantly unable to get the conversation with Ronnie off his mind. He eased up, stretched and stood up. After hitting the bathroom, he went into the kitchen, deciding he would get their breakfast started. He heard doors open and close, heard someone in a bathroom then saw Dana come into the kitchen.

“Need some help?”

“Not really but you can get plates and cups out and set that table for us.”

Connor waited, knowing Dana was going to bring up last night, as he flipped the bacon and sausage patties and scrambled the eggs. She set out plates, utensils, placed cups on the end of the counter near the refrigerator where she took out orange juice and went over to the coffee pot where a brewed pot sat ready.

“About last night…that is none of my business, but I think you should be careful” said Dana without looking up.

“Careful?”

“Yes. Don’t hurt him…okay” Dana replied looking over. “Imagine what it must be like, living in some small town of…what…five thousand people, and you’re gay? It has to be hard.”

“That part I can all too well imagine, and worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“I doubt if tolerance is a big thing around here. Ronnie, that friend of Joshua’s, he wants us to help Joshua ‘leave this place’ as he put it.”

“Damn.  Well, be careful. He seems to be so…nice.”

They looked up when the door opened brining their conversation to an end. Tony, Joshua and Professor Sullivan came in together making their way to the coffee.

“Everyone sleep alright?” Professor Sullivan asked as he took a seat.

‘No, not at all’ thought Connor as he spooned the cooked eggs onto a plate.

After breakfast, they cleaned up then packed up their sleeping bags. As the set everything at the garage bay the two trucks from the night before pulled up outside. Thirty minutes later they were back on the river, the Mabila moving over the muddy waters.

“Joshua, this Gumbo Lake, what is like?” Professor Sullivan asked pointing to his map.

“It’s not really a lake. It’s a swamp, and it is just to the east of us.”

They rounded a tight bend and moved by a steel processing plant. Everyone looked at the alien environment, something they had not seen since leaving Mobile, having traveled along marshland and swamps for two days.

“Goddamn it” Joshua uttered in a low voice.

Professor Sullivan looked at Joshua then back at Tony with raised eyebrows. Tony nodded back, acknowledging he heard.

A couple of more tight bends and the river straightened out with gentle bends giving the Mabila a northward direction for the rest of the morning and early afternoon. They gathered their samples, dropped the traps and eased onward to the next site. For Tony and Professor Sullivan, there was a focus on the tasks. But for Dana and Connor there were the quiet conversations, the whispering about Joshua as one or the other glanced up looking at Joshua through the windshield. Time and time again Joshua would smile at them, sometimes giving a small wave.

It was getting late, the sun low in the western sky, and Joshua maneuvered the Mabila around a couple of bends and a power plant loomed up over the tree line. Professor Sullivan and Tony saw Joshua shake his head as he pointed to the north of the power plant.

“There is a plant over there that is a superfund site so be prepared to find all kinds of shit in your samples.”

Joshua guided the Mabila along the opposite bank where they took samples and dropped a trap. Moving forward they swung around a right-hand bend then began to swing around a left hander. The left bank was a large sandbank that ran for a quarter of a mile or longer along the tree line.

“Joshua, let’s pull up here. We can camp out on the sandbank and sleep on the boat” said Professor Sullivan seeing Joshua nod his head as he slowed the Mabila and guided it over to the swallow waters along the beach. Dana and Connor looked up seeing them maneuver toward the sandbank knowing they were stopping for the day, enough daylight left to prepare dinner and get set up.

Connor and Tony helped Professor Sullivan with the cook stove, the prep and cooking. They talked quietly among themselves about the work they had completed so far. Connor kept glancing over to Dana and Joshua who were sitting on the sand bank watching a barge being pushed upriver.

“That boy knows so much more than he lets on” said Professor Sullivan as he stepped next to Connor holding out a pan for the cooked chicken.

“I know” Connor replied looking up at Joshua. “It’s a waste for him to be stuck here.”

Sitting in a circle in their camp chairs, plates in their laps, they ate dinner as they talked about the last section they were going to do the next day that would take them to Jackson. Once finished, each taking a beer, they relaxed, Tony leaned back completely, head tilted back till he could look up at the starry sky.

“Joshua, what is some of your more interesting excursions on the river?” asked Tony and they listened, for over an hour, as Joshua talked more than he had since started their trip, telling one story after the next.

Joshua finished a story and fell silent which no one was inclined to break. Insects and the occasional bird the only sound. Joshua stood up and walk past Connor.

“You wanna go for a walk” Joshua asked Connor in a low voice. Connor didn’t reply but just stood and followed. Professor Sullivan glanced over to Dana, eye brows raised. Tony began to get up to follow but Dana reached out touching his arm as she shook her head. Tony eased back into his chair nodding his head acknowledging what he had suspected and now knew.

Connor followed Joshua as they walk up river on the soft sandbank, moving around the gradual bend till the camp was out of sight. There was enough moon light to make the white sand appear to glow in its dim light and Connor could see the white t-shirt Joshua wore as he followed. Joshua stopped and turned to Connor, slipping his t-shirt upward to take it off. Connor moved on him, took the shirt in hand when it was around each forearm pinning them behind Joshua’s back.

Connor kissed Joshua on the lips, then down along his jaw. He pulled Joshua against his body feeling the heat of the bare torso. Letting go of the t-shirt he reached down and fumbled with the front of Joshua’s jeans, working the button lose then tugging the zipper down. Shirt on the ground, jeans and boxers around his ankles Joshua pressed his growing erection against Connor’s. Connor stepped back, undid the buttons of his shirt till it fell open. He undid his cargo pants and frantically pushed them down along with his boxers. Joshua reached out and took him in hand, stroking him, making him fully erect.

“Fuck me, Connor…please…just fuck me” Joshua pleaded as he turned around and bent over offering himself to him.

Connor kissed Joshua between the shoulder blades as he reached around his waist and took him in hand. He felt the hard, thick cock fill his grasp and he stroked it, slowly, as he moved up behind him putting his own erection against Joshua’s opening. Joshua pushed back, his hips moving back and forth ever so slightly to the rhythm of Connor’s hand. Connor kissed Joshua on the back of the neck as he penetrated him, pushing forward slowly while he kept stroking his cock. He felt Joshua’s body shiver against his own as he sunk inch after inch through the tightness.

“Fuck” Joshua uttered as Connor pushed up tight to his ass.

Connor stood up and held Joshua by the waist as he began to fuck. He thrust his hips forward till their bodies slapped together. Joshua’s hand touched his thighs as he piston in and out of the loosening hole.

“Fuck…fuck me Connor…uh…uh…” Joshua repeated over and over as he rocked with their fuck. He kept his head down, eyes closed, trying not to think about anything but this fuck, the feel of Connor deep in his hole. When he felt his own release, the need to come, he began to pump his own hips, pumping his cock through Connor’s hand and his ass back on Connor’s cock.

It was a quick fuck, the pace frantic, and Connor felt Joshua coming, the way his whole body shook and how he worked his hips. It drove him to fuck harder, to drive into Joshua harder. He felt his own release, the way every muscle tightened, his breathing ragged, and he slammed into Joshua’s hole feeling each ejaculation. He jammed his cock inward all the way with every release, pressing their bodies together. Finally spent Connor lay on Joshua back feeling their hard-breathing fall into rhythm.

Connor stood up and pulled free as he stepped back. They both pulled up their pants then Connor buttoned up his shirt as Joshua retrieved his t-shirt from the ground slipping it back over his head. When they headed back, their pace was slow as they walked side by side.

“Joshua…if you could leave, go somewhere else, would you do it?” Connor asked as they rounded the bend bringing the boat in sight.

Joshua was quiet for a long time.

“I don’t know.”

At the boat they found everyone sitting on their sleeping bags on the deck in the bow. Each had a beer and they were talking quietly as Connor followed by Joshua climbed on board.

“Grab a beer” said Tony as he pushed the cooler over toward them.

Connor and Joshua sat on their sleeping bags, the two of them next to each other by the cabin. The bow had been cleared of all their gear, it now stowed in the stern, cases stacked higher than the sides of the boat. It was a quiet conversation, one revolving around what Tony, Dana and Connor hoped to do once they finished their studies at the university. Each one had applied to various government organizations and private research groups just before leaving for this expedition. Joshua listened, unable to feel their anxiousness and excitement, instead a feeling of envy overtook him, something he tried to hide by appearing supportive and in good humor when the others laughed.

Eventually, one by one, they settled down. Tony first then the others till it was just Joshua sitting up looking out over the river. He heard Connor mumble in his sleep and for a long time he watched him sleep. When he slipped down into the sleeping bag he glanced at his watch and saw it was nearly one in the morning.

***

Connor and Dana prepared breakfast on their gas stove while Tony set up their chairs and pulled out the plates and utensils. Professor Sullivan was sitting on the bow of the boat watching a barge be slowly pushed by. Joshua woke to the noise of the barge and sitting up he saw the others wave his way.

“How long did he sit up last night?” Dana asked Connor.

“I have no idea.”

Joshua climbed down followed by Professor Sullivan. Breakfast cooked they sat in a haphazard arc facing the river eating from the plates resting in their laps.

“We have one more long day ahead of us to make it to Jackson. How many sites have we set up for sampling and traps?” asked Professor Sullivan.

“Twelve on this leg, fewer than the others” replied Tony.

“Well, let’s finish and get going. Josh, what is the river like ahead of us?” asked Connor.

“We have the usual winding back and forth. There is one place the river loops back nearly on itself then loops back immediately keeping us moving northward. After that there are only a couple of hard bends in the river. We should be in Jackson by six or so, I would think” replied Joshua.

The Mabila moved up river, Joshua once again at the helm with Professor Sullivan and Tony behind him going over notes and preparing traps. Dana and Connor in the bow were preparing to gather samples. The day passed with everyone settled into the routine, Joshua maneuvering the boat near the bank or at the mouth of a creek or bayou, Tony easing traps over the side making sure the line to the buoy didn’t get tangled, and Dana and Connor collecting the samples from the bow, placing them in the case properly labeled. They ate lunch on the move, passing around sandwiches and drinks as Joshua kept the boat on their northward path.

Professor Sullivan called ahead to make sure the rental van would be at the landing waiting for them. They were going to tie off the Mabila just off the bank of the river at the landing and head across town to a hotel for the night. As the afternoon passed, the sun low in the western sky Joshua pulled out his cell phone.

“Hey Rick…yeah it’s me. We’re almost to the landing, about an hour or so at most. Can I still use your old truck?” asked Joshua as he steered the boat around a gentle bend in the river. “Great. I want to go check on my place while we’re here” he added then listened to the reply. “We’re heading back in the morning…yeah…it’ll be a hard day tomorrow for sure. Hey man, thanks for letting me use that truck…okay…see you shortly.”

“A friend letting you use his truck?” Professor Sullivan asked.

“Yeah, it’s an old one he kept when he bought a new one a couple of years ago. Looks rough as hell but it runs fine” Joshua replied.

They could smell the papermill before they saw it and as they moved northward the mill and other facilities came into view on both sides of the river. Joshua slowed the boat, some unconscious move at the sight ahead of them. Connor and Dana looked at the smoke rising from stacks and the spread of the facilities along the bank of the river. Looking back, Connor saw Joshua’s expression. One of disgust.

A white long wheelbase van and a small car sat at the landing and as they pulled up an old Chevy truck, the body battered, especially the rear fenders, pulled in next to the van.

“Professor, looks like our rides are here” said Joshua motioning toward the group of vehicles.

“Thank goodness. I’ve had enough of this boat for one day” replied Professor Sullivan.

Connor stood at the bow ready to release the anchor. Joshua maneuvered up close to the bank until the hull raked over the sandy bottom. They were a few feet from the bank, but the water was shallow where Joshua had them positioned. Tony and Connor eased over the side and took the cases and dry sacks from Joshua and Dana till the boat was cleared and everything was on the bank of the river. Professor Sullivan pulled the van over and they quickly got everything loaded.

“Hey, Joshua, go check on your place, get cleaned up and meet us back at the hotel. Unless you’re tired of us, join us for dinner” said Dana as Connor and Tony checked the boat one last time.

“You sure?”

“Yes…you know the hotel?”

“Yeah, the one on North College.”

“It’ll take us a while to get checked in, gear stowed away inside and cleaned up…it’s quarter after six now, say, eight?”

“Eight it is; I’ll see you at the hotel.”

While the group drove through town, checked in at the hotel getting their gear into the three rooms they had on the ground floor then cleaned up and in clean clothes Joshua was driving out of town along the familiar two lane that wound through the countryside till he came to the dirt lane that snaked into the wood down to a creek. Along its bank sat a boat house and back under the old oak that circled the lot sat an old 2 story farm house. It was a small house, only two bedrooms and bath upstairs, but it was Joshua’s, had been for over a year when he bought it from family after a great aunt passed.

It was five after eight when Joshua pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. Tony was at the van leaning against its side talking on his cell phone. Tony waved when he saw him crossing the drive.

“Hey, go on to room 124; Connor is getting ready now” Tony whispered to Joshua then went back to his call, “I’m back; so, we should be back in three days, I think. Depends on if we push the drive coming back” said Tony as Joshua walked past on his way to the room.

Connor opened the door shirtless, wearing just a pair of jeans. Joshua looked at the bare torso and the low-slung jeans wanting to reach out and touch him, to feel that body in his arms.

“Hey Joshua; come on Connor get dressed. I’m starving and everyone else is ready” said Dana who had come up behind Joshua.

Pulling a bright yellow t-shirt over his head then slipping on flip flops Connor came toward the door.

“I’m ready…let’s go for I’m starving too.”

They piled into the van and drove down the street to a restaurant, one of those chains that seemed to be in every town. It was thinning out and they took a large table near the bar. There was a round of drinks, then salads served then another round of drinks brought out along with their meals. They talked very little during the meal, just the occasional comment about the food or a quick question to Joshua about the town. By the time they finished, plates taken away and a final round of drinks served, they were leaned back relaxed feeling their days on the river.

“I was thinking, since it’ll take a day and a half to get back, why don’t we sleep in tomorrow, grab lunch and get on the river by one or so. It’ll make us do the remainder the next day, but the weather is to be perfect the rest of the week” said Professor Sullivan looking around the table to see how the others were responding to his suggestion.

Connor glanced over at Joshua who was looking back, trying not to smile.

“I’m game” Connor replied as Tony nodded his head in agreement.

“I could use the sleep and a morning not rushing to push off” Dana added.

“Then it is settled. Let’s meet at the van around eleven. That’ll give us time to load up then go for lunch before heading back to the boat” said Professor Sullivan.

Waitress paid they headed outside for the van. Joshua and Connor lagged behind a few steps behind Dana and Tony.

“You think…maybe you’d like to come over to my place? You could crash there for the night?” Joshua asked, suddenly sounding unsure of himself.

Connor smiled back at him, leaned over close replying, “I’d thought you’d never ask.”

Back at the hotel Connor didn’t explain why he was getting into the truck with Joshua and no one asked. After a short drive out of town, down one two lane road then another, they were driving down a narrow dirt lane passing a few mobile homes and old houses in severe disrepair. After a few minutes they came to a gate. Once through, Joshua drove them along a narrowing lane that meandered under the tree canopy of old oak, pine and magnolia. They came to the old farm house. Connor could see in the light of the porch it was neatly painted a dark green and trimmed in earthy brown tones. Pulling around the house Connor saw they were on a small river, wide enough for boats but just barely. Sitting at the edge of it was a boat house with dark shadows concealing the boats underneath. Joshua pulled around to a carport positioned off to the side of the house and Connor saw off in the distance a barn sitting at the edge of a small pasture, its siding a dark weathered gray.

“This was a great aunt’s place and after she died I bought it from a cousin.”

“Looks like a nice place.”

“It is…away from everything and access to the Mobile.”

Connor followed Joshua across a small screen porch into the house coming directly into a small kitchen.

“You want anything to drink?”

“I’m good” Connor replied as he followed Joshua through the kitchen with its small table for dining into the living room. Framed photos of the river and its wildlife covered each wall. Old rod and reels were on one wall neatly arranged on hooks horizontally. The furnishings were simple, a sofa, chair with coffee table and side tables, each with a lamp. Joshua moved through the room into a small hall and Connor followed. A narrow stair sat in the hall and Connor followed Joshua as he ascended the stair.

“This is my bedroom and the bathroom is through that door” said Joshua pointing to the door on the left.

“Go ahead, I don’t need to use it” Connor replied and watched Joshua go in easing the door closed behind him. It made him smile, this sense of modesty, a decorum that wasn’t expected. While he waited, he looked in the room he assumed was a second bedroom only to find it was the library Ronnie had mentioned the day before. The two interior walls completely lined with shelves from floor to ceiling. A desk sat at the window that looked out the front with a computer taking up most of its top. A small lounge chair sat at the window in the side wall, its brown leather looked soft and worn with age. Moving along the shelves he saw the titles, some he knew from his own studies, but many he didn’t.

Hearing the toilet flushed, Connor moved quickly out of the room, switching off the light and easing the door closed. He felt as if he had trespassed into an area that was private, a place out of bounds. As he heard water running he moved into Joshua’s bedroom sitting on the bed, waiting for Joshua to join him. He felt it, this sense they had all night. There was no urgency to rush or to keep hidden from sight. He felt relaxed and excited. Joshua came into the room and he spread his legs and pulled him to stand between them as he pushed up Joshua’s shirt kissing his stomach.

Connor felt Joshua’s hands lightly hold his head as he kissed the firm smooth skin and breathed in his scent. He pushed upward on the shirt and Joshua took it by the waist band and pulled it over his head. Running his hands over Joshua’s chest he felt the smooth skin, so soft to the touch, but underneath, firm, the muscle solid. He raked one hand over the right nipple feeling the hard nub in the palm of his hand. He moved his hands upward, around Joshua’s sides till he could hook his fingers over each shoulder. Pulling down he guided Joshua to bend to him till they could kiss.

As they kissed Connor reached for Joshua’s jeans, working the belt loose, slipping the button free and tugging the zipper down. He tugged the jeans and boxers down, gently working them along each leg. Joshua stood up straight as he leaned over and helped him free each leg. Naked, cock beginning to rise up erect, Joshua stood in front of him. It was the first time Connor could really look at him, to see the lean muscular body, the high pecs with their small nipples, the long torso and the small fan of pubic hair over the rising cock. He put his hands on each thigh and ran them upward feeling the curve of Joshua’s ass then moved to hold him by the arms just above the elbow. As he leaned back to lay on the bed he pulled Joshua down with him.

Joshua slipped down next to Connor, naked, cock rolling over his stomach as it grew erect. Connor lay at his side, still fully clothed, pushing one leg down between Joshua’s bringing his knee up till it pressed against Joshua’s ass. Using just his index finger Connor traced the line of Joshua’s jaw, ran it down his neck, slowly, at times barely touching the skin. He wanted to make this last, to really know Joshua’s body, every line and curve, to feel the firmness of the smooth skin, the solid feel of each muscle and the way he responded to his touch, how the rate of his breathing increased, the moments when he shivered at some sensitive touch or the soft moans that escaped from him.

Connor moved his hand down to Joshua’s stomach feeling the rise and fall of each breath as he leaned over and kissed him, initially a gentle touch of lips then more aggressive, open mouth, tongues dueling, he kissed Joshua as he slipped his hand downward, fingers combing through the pubic hair then encircling the thickening cock. Joshua pumped upward with his hips pushing through Connor’s fist.

Connor released Joshua and leaned up working the buttons of his shirt free as he kissed along the side of Joshua’s neck, then right below the ear where he mouthed the lobe, lightly bit it giving it a tug then he tongued the curvature of it. Joshua moaned, his body undulating beneath him as he struggled to remove his shirt. Joshua sat up and helped get the shirt off, and when Connor sat up working his jeans and boxers off Joshua leaned against his bare back and kissed his neck. Legs free of the jeans and boxers Connor kicked them to the floor as he felt the kisses on his neck and the warm body pressed against his back. Turning he guided Joshua to lay back as he moved on top. Working his legs, he maneuvered down between Joshua’s legs and let the weight of his body rest on top of him.

Connor moved on top of him, let their bodies rub against each other till both were erect, their hard cocks sliding against each other and pressing into the other’s abdomen.

“Put it in me” whispered Joshua, his tone demanding, pleading, as his hands cupped Connor’s ass and pulled them together even tighter.

Connor moved down, slipped his arms under Joshua’s legs at the knee and he shifted back over Joshua. He brought Joshua’s legs up over as he moved over him. He pressed his cock to Joshua’s ass when it was turned, up, body spread open, hole exposed, turned up for his cock. He pressed against it, felt the tightness, the resistance to his entry. Joshua’s hand stroked his sides, wrapped around his back and hugged their bodies together.

“Fuck me…please Connor…” uttered Joshua and Connor pushed with his hips feeling the head of his cock squeeze through Joshua’s tightness. He kept pushing feeling each inch of his cock squeeze through, the tight opening milking his cock as it sank into Joshua’s depths.

He felt Joshua quivering while pushing upward to take him. The contact between their bodies was hot, every touch arousing as he slowly pulled outward then pushed back in. Over and over, slowly at first, painfully slow till he couldn’t take it; till Joshua couldn’t take it. Then he fell into a steady rhythm, hips rising and falling, sinking into Joshua’s depths each time. Joshua clung to him as he drove himself inward, cock pushed deeply till their bodies came together.

Unhurried, Connor fucked slowly, steadily, keeping Joshua pinned beneath him. He fucked till his arousal pushed him, tempted him to fuck harder, faster so he pulled out and got Joshua to roll over. He moved on top and pushed back in, slowly, gently, till pressing tightly against his ass.

Joshua pushed upward trying to get Connor deeper into his body as he buried his face into the mattress, moaning with the pleasure of their fuck. Connor bear hugged him, around his arms and chest, as the pace of their fuck increased.

“Fuck me…fuck…Connor…” uttered Joshua as Connor’s pace increased to the point the bed rocked beneath them, squeaking with every thrust inward. Connor fucked till he felt it, the need for release. Thrusting deep within Joshua, hips grinding against Joshua’s ass he felt his load surge through his cock, felt the ejaculation, each one, as he jammed inward, hard, over and over, till he was spent.

Rolling off Joshua he snuggled down next to him, their faces so close they could feel each other’s warm exhales.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me.”

Joshua rose then leaned over and kissed Connor. They moved around on the bed, touching and kissing each other, hands and lips moving over the other till Connor lay sideways on the bed, head hanging over the side. Joshua held Connor’s legs firmly against his chest as he pushed into him. Slowly penetrating Connor’s tightness, his thick cock stretching him open. Connor grabbed at the blanket, each fist balled up tight as he took inch after inch.

Connor shivered when he felt Joshua push against his ass; he had all of him and it gave him a sense of fullness, a sense of connection with Joshua.

“Oh fuck…do me…come on…fuck…” Connor whispered as Joshua began to fuck, to pull outward then push back in, gradually building up his pace till he was fucking hard, the bed rocking noisily back and forth. Connor pleaded for this fuck, moaned with each thrust inward as he felt Joshua piston inside his hole.

Joshua grabbed Connor by the arms, just below the elbows, lifting him up and swinging him around on the bed. It was a roughhouse move and it made them snigger then laugh out loud. Josh held Connor down as he pushed inward all the way. Quickly they fell into a fast rhythm, Joshua hovering over Connor, his body undulating with their fuck.

Connor felt every thrust inward, the fullness of it as he took Joshua’s fuck. He watched the undulating body, the way every muscle became evident, pushing to the surface of the skin, quivering, stretching and contracting with movement. He pushed upward with his hips, back arched, trying to get Joshua into his body deeper to increase the sense of penetration. Sweat dripped onto his chest and stomach and he saw how Joshua’s skin glistened, wet with sweat. He could even feel the heat radiating from him.

“Fuck…give it to me…come on…fuck me…” Connor pleaded when he felt the change in Joshua’s rhythm, the way he shifted into short quick thrusts, jamming away at his hole.

“I’m coming…Jesus…” Joshua cried out as he shoved inward, all the way, their bodies grinding together as he came, ejaculating till he was spent.

For a long time afterward, they lay in a heap, sweating bodies intertwined on top of the bed. It was Joshua who moved first, sliding to the edge of the bed and sitting up.

“Come on, let’s shower off” said Joshua as he tugged on Connor’s arm leading him to the edge of the bed getting him to sit up. They staggered into the bathroom, Connor following Joshua straight into the shower. They moved slowly, lethargically, soaping each other up with their hands then taking turns rinsing clean. Toweled dry they tumbled back into bed, both exhausted from their days of work and the exertions of the night.

It had been early morning, the sun not yet up, when Connor stirred, moved tighter against Joshua till they were kissing, hands moving over the other and finally Connor up against Joshua as they fucked once again. Connor manipulated Joshua, stroking his cock as he fucked him from behind. When Joshua came, Connor fucked him harder, driving his cock roughly inward all the way till he too came.

The next time they awoke the alarm clock was going off.

It was nearly one in the afternoon when the Mabila cast off and headed down river. They moved quickly from one drop point to the next, recording the catch, keeping some small fish for testing, and putting the trap back on deck. They backtracked down the Mobile River. They were passing the landing at Mt. Vernon when the sun began to drop below the horizon, but they pressed on, soon branching off onto the Tensaw River, following its meandering path.

They finally stopped for the night where the Middle River branched off, pulling over toward the bank and anchoring. It was a clear night, the full moon low in the eastern sky slowly rising higher. They arranged their sleeping bags in the bow of the boat after a quick dinner of sandwiches and chips and settled in for the night.

At the break of dawn, they prepared breakfast and quickly got underway, knowing they were making good time they could be back in Mobile by mid-afternoon. Connor and Tony were in the bow to pull up each trap, with Dana sitting back against the cabin recording everything. Professor Sullivan stayed next to Joshua, keeping track of their position and the next pickup point. From time to time Connor would look Joshua’s way feeling lost on what to think, how to feel about the expedition coming to an end, and thus his time with Joshua. Early that morning he tried to talk to Joshua, offer some options that would let him leave this place. He wanted to say more, to offer more, much more, but felt silly feeling the way he did after only a few days with him. This desire to try to get Joshua to leave with him, to come back to North Carolina, at least till he finished his post graduate studies seemed outrageous when he thought about it, even as he tried to give it reason and logic. For his part Joshua seemed to close in on himself, refused to discuss it. Connor sensed a resignation in Joshua, some notion that he belonged here.

Joshua navigated the Mabila down the Tensaw River, stopping at each drop then moving on to the next. It was only a little after ten when they passed under the bridges for I-65 and into the wider section of the river. Professor Sullivan called his contact at the university, informing them of their imminent return. They were going to have Joshua drop them off at the landing where they would load up and take off for Montgomery for the night. Joshua would take the Mabila back to her dock location, check in with the university to hand off the keys, get into his truck and head back to Jackson taking I-65 out of Mobile then 43 northward back to the town.

Joshua maneuvered the Mabila up to the dock at twenty till four, traffic on the parkway already heavy in both directions. He helped the team get their gear into the van and truck, everyone quiet, diligent, working efficiently to get everything stowed away. Joshua lingered, stood to one side as Connor got the last of the gear secured in the bed of his truck. Stepping over the tailgate, one foot on the bumper then the other coming down to the ground Connor came down near Joshua. They stood facing each other for a brief moment, then Joshua looked away, turned his head toward the river then down looking at his feet.

“You sure you don’t want…” said Connor.

“No…just drop it okay?” Joshua replied.

“Okay. You have my number and…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on their waiting and you guys have a long drive ahead of you. You should get going.”

Connor wasn’t sure what to say so he moved closer and gave Joshua a hug. He felt a trembling and wasn’t sure if it was Joshua or himself doing it. Joshua pushed him away motioning toward the cab of the truck.

“Call me?” Connor asked as he stepped back.

Joshua just nodded his head and Connor was sure he would not hear from him, that he would burrow himself back into his life in Jackson.

They made it to Montgomery around seven thirty, checked in at a hotel and went out for dinner. Afterward they all called it a night for they still felt the fatigue of their expedition. Connor shared a room with Tony and for a long time listened to him softly snore from the other bed as he thought of Joshua, wondering what he should have done differently.

The next morning, they were on the interstate early and headed up I-85 for North Carolina. Arriving back at the university late in the afternoon they quickly unpacked their gear, put away the samples for testing over the next few weeks. They cleaned up the gear and put it back in storage then each of them went home to rest and prepare for the morrow.

Connor moped for days, trying to figure out why he couldn’t let it go, but as Dana, Tony and he went through their samples, doing one test after the next, recording their findings, preparing the documentation to support them, weeks passed. Connor could joke around as before, hang out with friends at bars or clubs and go about the chores of his life; laundry, grocery shopping, paying bills and working at the part time job on campus. But each day brought the same longings, the same sense of missed opportunities, of things that should have been different.

Three months passed, and Connor had not heard from Joshua. He had left a few messages but gave up after a while. Tony, Dana and he had done most of their work on their project and Dana agreed to type it up while Tony did the graphics and charts. They let Connor have time off for he had done most of the testing, and he also had something to do, something that would take a couple of days. Early on the fourteenth of August, the campus deserted except for a few other post graduate students, Connor was tossing an overnight bag into the cab of his truck and driving away. He drove all day, stopping only for gas and something to eat. He drove till the sun shone into his eyes. He drove to Evergreen taking the second exit and headed west on the two-lane road. The road passed fields and pastures of farms, cut through stands of young pine planted in rows, so unnatural looking compared to the natural woods he occasionally came across. For miles he passed those fields and woodlands till he finally came upon a familiar name. Just before hitting the bridge he saw the sign: Alabama River. One of the rivers whose waters eventually flowed into Mobile Bay.

The sun was low in the sky when he drove into Grove Hill and turned onto 43 heading south. ‘It wasn’t far now’ he told himself as he shifted in his seat and settled back for the remainder of his drive. As he approached the town he pulled up the map he had printed out, the one marked in red tracing one road then another. He had spent an evening trying to remember the roads and each turn. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he was close, close enough he could figure it out when he got there. He came into the town’s limits and quickly turned. He drove for a few miles then turned again taking the narrow two-lane road away from town. It looked familiar but for a few miles he questioned himself, wondering if he was wrong, until he came upon a road side produce stand and knew he was right. He slowed as he watched for the dirt road. He nearly missed it and had to back up. Driving over the rough dirt road he passed the mobile homes and old houses till he came to the gate.

The last of the drive was short and he eased along the narrow two rut lane till he saw the house, then the boat house on the river. He eased around to the back pulling up behind a Ford truck. Lights were on in the kitchen, a shadow passing over the curtains then coming into view at the back door.

Connor stepped down and walked across the yard still trying to decide what to say, how to say it when he saw the door open and someone standing at the threshold, the light behind casting him in shadow.

“Connor?”

“Hey, Joshua…surprise?” replied Connor, his voice low, unsure.

“What…what are you doing here?”

“Well you never called and…and…can I come in?”

The screen door opened, and Connor moved up the steps into the screened porch, passing Joshua very close. When the door slammed shut Connor turned to find Joshua moving to him. They hugged, tightly, bodies pressed together. After a long time, Joshua finally pulled back, took Connor by the hand and led him into the house.

“You finishing up with dinner?” asked Connor when he saw the clean dishes sitting on the counter.

“Oh, no, I just got home. I was about to fix dinner” replied Joshua letting go of Connor’s hand and moving into the small kitchen. “Have you had dinner?”

“No. I was going to suggest we go grab something in town.”

“Nah…let’s stay in. I picked up some steaks from the grocery store with the plan to freeze one. I’ll grill them both so we don’t have to go driving back into town.”

Connor smiled, glad not to have to do any more riding. “What can I do?”

“Get the grill going. Everything you need is in that storage box on the porch.”

Connor got the grill going then helped in the kitchen, the two of them constantly bumping into each other, the kitchen barely large enough for one. Salad pulled together and everything cooked they moved out to the screen porch and sat at the small table Joshua had set up. It was a quiet night, only the occasional sound of an owl and the constant sound of insects. At first, they talked about small things, unimportant things that had occurred since they last saw each other. By the time they finished with dinner and were relaxing with a whiskey Connor grew serious, telling Joshua his idea, the plan he had formed in the last month, one that included Joshua. He had a position with a research group based in Virginia. He was looking at being initially based in Florida with his first field work in the Big Cypress swamp. And the group had field hand positions, those that were support, and Connor had an avenue to get Joshua a position, but it would take time.

Joshua sat listening, not sure what to believe. When Connor finished he sat silently trying to process everything.

“Listen, think about it but…this is it, an opportunity. Come with me. I leave in September, four weeks from now and head down. Either meet me down there or come after I get settled, but…will you come?”

Joshua smiled, stood up holding out a hand for Connor.

“What?”

“Take my hand and come on” replied Joshua.

Joshua led Connor through the house, up the stair and into his bedroom. They stood next to the bed, kissing for a long time then they undressed each other, carefully slipping each button free, working sleeves down arms or pants down legs. They helped each other until they were naked. Joshua pushed Connor on the bed climbing on top of him. Leaning over he kissed him.

“I’ll need four weeks to finish up my obligation here” Joshua whispered, so close to Connor their lips grazed each other. “And I’ll have to figure out what to do with this place” he added as he moved his ass over Connor’s growing erection while he ran the fingers of his right hand through Connor’s hair.

“Keep it…rent it out” replied Connor as he pushed upward with his hips pressing his cock tightly to Joshua’s ass.

“Can I bring my boat?” asked Joshua as he rose up on his knees taking Connor in hand, holding him up. He eased down till Connor was touching him, pushing against his tightness. He eased down further till Connor breached his tight opening and began to sink into his hole.

“Shit…fuck…what will I do until you get me a job on the crew?”

“Whatever you want…anything to keep you busy, but I…fuck…oh that feels good…I should have you a position in about four months…maybe sooner” replied Connor as he felt Joshua take his cock, sink all the way down on it then pull up, slowly, milking every inch of its length. When Joshua was up on his knees, he began to work his hips thrusting upward, pushing into Joshua’s depths till his back and thighs burned with the exertion and he settled back on the bed and let Joshua move on him, up and down with a steady rhythm.

Joshua’s cock was hard, slapping down on Connor’s stomach with every drop downward. It grew wet, leaked more and more till Connor’s stomach was slick with it. Unable to take anymore stimulation, the need for release coursing through him Connor began to thrust upward again, harder, short jabs up till he came.

“Oh…fuck…” cried Connor as he pumped wad after wad into Joshua who was stroking his own cock as he furiously moved up and down. As he came down from his release he felt the hot splatter of cum across his chest and stomach and knew Joshua was coming too.

They moved to the shower, soaped each other up then in a state of renewed arousal Connor held Joshua against the tile wall and entered him again.

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Connor woke during the night and snuggled up to Joshua’s back feeling the warmth emanating from him. He felt the slow rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing and found it comforting. This is the first time in a long time he slept well, felt a sense of contentment that he didn’t want to ever end.  Considering the possibilities, the future that lay before him he shifted till his face was right at the back of Joshua’s neck and he felt his own breath warm the space between them. Images of the river floated into his mind, the boat gliding over the smooth surface as it moved up river. The sky was clear, and trees lined each side of the river, wild, untamed, in places reaching out over its surface. Joshua was standing beside him, hair tasseled by the wind, smiling. Connor shifted down and fell deeper into sleep.

They woke early, both needing to get moving, Joshua to the river to take some fisherman up river and Connor to hit the road for he had to be on campus the next morning. Rushing to get dressed, a bowl of cereal splashed with milk, the two of them rushed till they were outside, Connor in his truck ready to pull away.

“Call me tonight when you get in” said Connor as he pushed Joshua’s hair out of his eyes.

“Okay.”

“You’ll be down in four or five weeks?” asked Connor making Joshua repeat their plan, reinforcing it to get Joshua to commit once again.

“Hopefully four, but I’ll keep you posted. I think I have a cousin who’ll rent the place from me. She had been looking for another place and she is trustworthy.”

“Whatever you think is best” replied Connor. He leaned over, and Joshua closed the distance bringing their lips together. “I’ve got to hit the road.”

“I need to go too; they’ll be waiting on me.”

Seven years later

The sixty-five-foot research vessel sat at the dock, its six crew members securing the equipment on deck and cleaning up after weeks up river, following one branch of this great system after the next heading west till the waters became too shallow. The city was a hive of activity, even at this late hour, the sky aglow with its lights.

Itacoatiara sat on the bank of the mighty Amazon River where it was one of the largest ports. On the dock, supplies were brought out; two pallets of food, clean clothes, water, batteries of all types for the various equipment and letters from home. Connor walked across the deck checking that everything was secure as he waited for Joshua to secure the cabin for the night. It was their fourth large expedition and the longest so far. Their travels up the rivers had started seven weeks ago and they were back in Itacoatiara for some rest and supplies. The da Agua was new to them, a research vessel the center had bought earlier in the year from a group down in Argentina. It had cost a small fortune to refit with the gear they needed but they had plans for the boat other than this one expedition.

The last seven years seemed like a dream, unreal in so many ways. It took over two years for Joshua to move from a field hand doing grunt work to becoming their navigator, but on an expedition in Viet Nam he got his chance. From there it was Thailand, India then early last year the African expedition that lasted three months. They worked side by side, and at night, alone in a tent, or room rented in some small town or village, or as during this expedition in their private cabin below deck.

Tonight, would be a night off the boat, a clean room in the city and time to move about on land, to dine and drink late into the night before going to their room where the fatigue of the past weeks would be momentarily gone. Connor heard the cabin door close and saw Joshua cross the deck coming toward him. Joshua looked up, his face illuminated by the lights of the dock and Connor saw the smile, the one from his dreams.

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“Fuck I needed that” young Dylan pants softly. He gradually sits up and grabs his boxers, which he uses to clean off the mess of sticky cum he’d made on himself and discards them on the floor near the bed after he’s scrubbed clean.

He had just jerked off after a highly flirtatious conversation with his boyfriend Tyler had left him incredibly turned on. Even though Tyler had ordered him to wait for him to get home and to not under any circumstance please himself in the meantime. But Tyler wouldn’t be back home for hours and hours…

Of course, the horny 21 year old couldn’t help himself. So he had given in to his fantasies and stroked one out.  He couldn’t control the overwhelming need to feel his lover Tyler’s skin on his own, the brush of his plump lips, his strong hands caressing his body, his voice which would whisper beautiful nasty things in his ear. 

Nothing turned Dylan on more than whenever Tyler would get in a kinky mood and be feeling dominant and manhandle him and have his way with his body. Tyler was such a giving lover, usually sweet and gentle but sometimes he’d get into one of his freaky moods and decide he wanted to pound Dylan hard into sweet oblivion, turn his body out… and have the whole room smell like spit, sweat and cum by the end of their wiiiiillllld romp. And Dylan LOVED those occasions!

He looks back down at his discarded cum stained boxers…

“I’ll pick em up later” He says to himself. He feels really tired after his long overdue wank session. He takes the pillow underneath him and squishes it to get it to feel fluffy and full again and he slacks down on the bed. His eyes are droopy once again, this time from wanting a good rest rather than horniness. Who cares if Tyler sees he’s had a good jerkoff? He ain’t getting up to pick up his underwear now. His eyes flutter close and he leisurely falls into a deep, deep sleep.

All the while…Those cum stained boxers lie on the floor next to the bed where he had thoughtlessly chucked them…

24 year old, hunky Tyler drives along the highway. The drive seems to take an eternity. He stares blankly into the road. His long, thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his handsome bearded face. He had nothing but Dylan on his mind. How lucky he was to have met this wonderful, talented, funny guy. His Dylan was a charmer without even trying. And he was so beautiful. It was in the way he smiled. The way he moved. His sweet boyish face. His perky ass and thick thighs. The curve of his lips when he smiled. Everything about him was intoxicating.

Driving along. Dick pulsating in his pants he thinks of his sweet man. Dylan was lovable… but even more fuck-able.

They’d met at a midnight screening of Star Wars: The Force Awakens and had been inseparable ever since. 

He finally pulls up into the driveway of his stunning apartment complex. He swiftly gets out of the car and locks it. The “beep” of the locking sound echoing in the driveway. He briefly stands back to take his rather sweet apartment in. He was beyond blessed to have steady, reliable work as a carpenter in an industry where most fail.

After this brief musing, he rushes through the door, eagerly awaiting to be reunited with Dylan. He decides to be corny as hell and as he swings through the front door, he puts on his best 1950’s radio jockey voice and yells “Honey… I’m home!”

Nothing. No response. Not even a peep.

How odd… He was sure Dylan would practically throw himself at him the moment he arrived from how crazy horny he’d sounded in his texts. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. That’s what he’d pictured virtually all day.

He closes the door and moves into the space. Kinda feeling like a creeping burglar in his own home.

Tyler walks into the bedroom, the window is open, warm summer air breezing in. He sees his sweet, gorgeous Dylan completely naked on the bed, lying on his stomach, his perky juicy ass on display, sexy bed hair gone wild in what seemed like a deep sleep. Snoring in the most adorable way.

Of course Dylan hadn’t responded to his texts or to him calling his name out! He was knocked out asleep! He enters the room quietly.

Then he notices Dylan’s boxers, that he’d discarded on the floor earlier that evening. Why would he have taken his underwear off and chucked them on the floor carelessly? Tyler thought.

“Huh?” Tyler says under his breath as he slowly walks near the bed, careful not to wake Dylan up yet. He leans down and picks up the tossed underwear. His breath hitches and he feels his mouth goes dry…

He sees there are fresh cum stains all over the boxers.

He feels his jaw clench tightly. His face goes red. His thick bushy brows crease. He can hear his heart beat like a loud boombox in his ears and he lets out an exasperated sigh. He is indignant. Enraged. How dare he?!

He had explicitly told Dylan to WAIT for him. He feels soooo angry and disappointed. He aggressively runs his hands through his hair. He sulks. He thinks Dylan has done this deliberately to tease him. He wants to teach Dylan a lesson he knows he’ll enjoy… In fact, he is certain he’s left this on display for a reason.

Without much more thinking he dashes up toward the bed and lunges towards Dylan. He possesively fists Dylan’s hair plunging his neck back towards him, Dylan wakes up in a startled jump, wide eyed, scared, he grasps the bed sheets, absolutely terrified until he realizes it’s his love Tyler. His jaw drops and he gasps. Tyler’s face inches away from his.

“What did I tell you?!” Tyler spits out through gritted teeth. Brows furrowed. Breathing heavily, his hot breath hitting Dylan’s shocked face.

“What?!” Dylan gasps, flustered, confused, still in a daze from his nap.

“You fucking jerked off! I told you to wait for me!” Tyler shoves Dylan’s boxers in his face, rubbing it all around, Dylan screams but it is muffled by the fabric of the cum stained underwear, Tyler chucked the makeshift cum rag back, hitting the wall of the bedroom. Tyler’s hand still fists Dylan’s hair and he cocks his head to the side. “You’re gonna pay for that” he hisses into Dylan’s ear making a soft moan escape his quivering lips. Tyler’s hot breath making him shiver.

Dylan can feel himself getting harder and harder by the second. He feels himself flush. His heart is going at a thousand miles per hour, beating like it’s about to rip out of his chest. It is beating sooo fucking fast. This is what he wanted. This is what in the back of his mind he wanted to achieve by leaving his boxers in plain sight. He knew Tyler would see what he’d done. He wanted him to. Deep down he was counting on it. He’d wanted this kind of fucking for the longest time.

“I’m sorry daddy” he moans quietly, quickened breathing, gulping, eyes wide and pleading looking deep into Tyler’s. Tyler swallows hard and his face softens at those words.

“I’m so..” Tyler doesn’t let him finish before he rams their lips together, tongue entering Dylan’s mouth and asserting his dominance. Cupping Dylan’s face possessively towards his. His beard scruff making Dylan feel tingles up and down his spine.

Dylan’s hands shoot up to grasp Tyler’s hairy chest, which was peeking through his shirt, working overtime to get his button up shirt off, nearly ripping it off. He buries his face into the scruffy masculine chest, all about worshiping it. Kissing, licking, sucking on Tyler’s nipples. “Oh God” Tyler groans out and he slams Dylan down into the bed and presses their bodies together, lying on top of him with his full body weight, humping the smaller framed man, making Dylan moan desperately into his mouth. Dylan wraps his sporty legs around Tyler’s waist tightly and they kiss wildly. Hands roaming all over each others bodies. Heat beginning to emanate in the room. The smell and taste of Tyler’s skin was inebriating to Dylan. Their sighs, gasps and moans filling the room with sounds of man on man foreplay.

“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth” Dylan whispers into Tyler’s ear, making his man grunt and hump harder into his splayed out body.

“Ahhhh” Tyler groans, sitting up. Unbuttoning his jeans. Pulling down the fly… Dylan stares hungrily at Tyler’s bulge. Tyler stands up off the bed and kicks his pants off his hairy, defined legs. He pulls his boxers down. His huge, thick, aching hard dick swinging as he pulls them off and discards them. Dylan literally salivates at the sight and bites his lips. His own cock is dripping in precum. He shivers as his feelings overtake him.

“You’re gonna suck this dick!” Tyler demands, looking down at his boy, his eyes burning with a combination of lust, anger and frustration. Running his hands through Dylan’s hair, tugging his face towards his cock. Dylan hungrily drags his warm tongue around the base and swirls his tongue around the delectable shaft, flicking the slit, looking up at his man who moans at the incredible feeling. Dylan wraps his lips around the shaft and takes Tyler’s full length into his mouth. His head bobs up and down the length of Tyler’s tool, he is cock starved and Tyler tastes sooooo good. Tyler groans and wraps his hands around Dylan’s head as he sets up a pace, thrusting into Dylan’s welcoming mouth, his rigid cock was soon coated in a glistening sheen of Dylan’s warm saliva. Dylan keeps his eyes on Tyler’s the whole time.

He reaches up behind Tyler and rakes his nails down his back and perky ass all while taking him deep in his hot mouth. His rough touch makes Tyler buck into him, shoving himself deep inside his Dylan’s skilled mouth. His large cock now slicked completely wet with how much Dylan’s salivating around it as he sucks it and suctions it. Tyler groans, eyes rolling back. Dylan’s mouth feels so damn good around him, enveloping him in warm wetness. Dylan moans around the throbbing member, the vibrations making Tyler’s thighs tremble. The feeling of Dylan’s tongue licking the underside of this shaft, head bobbing up and down like this dick was his last meal was incredible. Dylan’s juicy lips strongly locked around him were making Tyler’s brain short-circuit. The sounds of wet, hot, slurps permeated in the room now.

Tyler wanted Dylan’s tongue and lips wrapped around his throbbing dick forever, but if he let him continue any longer their night together would end far too quickly, and he was not having that.

Dylan gasps as he comes up for air, breathing hard “You taste so fucking good!” He moans out.

They stare at each other for a long moment, panting, hard as rocks. Dylan needing Tyler deep inside him, and Tyler wanting to pound the shit out of Dylan.

“I’ve been wanting this all day” Dylan says in between ragged breaths.

“Turn around now!” Tyler’s voice is demanding, dripping with lust and masculinity. Dylan instantly obeys, feeling beyond turned on with Tyler’s display of dominance so far. Turning around, doggy style on the bed, his ass is exposed for Tyler.

“Spread those cheeks for me and finger yourself!” Tyler yells and Dylan squishes his asscheeks apart as he moans into the bed, legs shuddering as he slips his fingers inside himself. Tyler hastily searches for lube, his face lights up as he finds what he’s looking for.

“Get yourself ready for me” Tyler squirts some lube on Dylan’s hands letting the boy open himself up for him. He coats his rigid cock with lube. He sees Dylan is obeying him, fucking himself on his own fingers to prepare. He yanks Dylan by his hips closer to him, making the boy moan. One hand on his hips while the other lines his dick at Dylan’s entrance. He starts slipping the cock head in and Dylan cries out “Ahhhhh” it burns in the most perfect way. In one perfect, lubed wet thrust Tyler is inside of Dylan.

Dylan pants, body quaking at the sudden intrusion. It’s the best feeling ever. Tyler is sooo deep in him. He feels full and complete with Tyler inside him. He let’s go of the breaths he didn’t realize he was holding and gasps loudly. Face slightly purple. Tyler unexpectedly wraps his arm around his chest and yanks him back to him, to his manly chest, pressing their bodies together

“Relax baby” he breathed out, the feeling of hot breath against the shell of Dylan’s ear making him buck against Tyler. Both of them were on their knees in the middle of the med, Tyler assaulting his neck with sloppy wet kisses was making Dylan cry out and whimper.

“Oooh you feel so good!! Good god you feel so fucking good” Dylan babbles, gasping for air. Tyler’s strong arms wrapped around his chest holding him tight to him. He holds unto Tyler’s arms for dear life. Their fingers interlock. Their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways. Tyler chuckles at the incoherent sounds escaping his lover’s lips. It takes nearly all his strength not to fuck the shit out of him immediately, but he has to give Dylan some time to adjust. Dylan is so warm, wet and tight around him. It feels like heaven being inside of this gorgeous man. His hips stutter ever so slightly from the pleasure as he stays still within him for a few more moments before pulling out and plunging back in.

“Aaaaahh” Dylan moans and Tyler trails kisses from his shoulders up to his neck. Holding him tighter to him as he pulls out and fucks into him again. Starting up a slow but steady rhythm.

Dylan tries to bite his lips to stop himself from screaming too loudly but it’s impossible. It feels too good. The feeling of Tyler’s body against his, the kisses on his neck making him shiver and every thrust sending a powerful jolt of electricity coursing through him. His legs tremble, calves shaking as Tyler fucks into him more quickly now, picking up his speed. Tyler’s hold on him the only thing keeping him up on his knees as opposed to turning into a puddle.

Tyler begins pumping into him harder and faster, with more measured intensity. Dylan just takes it all moaning and gasping. Tyler hits Dylan’s prostate with every single deep thrust of his powerful fuck tool and Dylan’s eyes roll back, throwing his head back into the crook of Tyler’s neck. The grip on his hips felt so tight, he just knew he’d wake up with bruises tomorrow morning, but he did not care at all. He feels himself squeeze around Tyler, as he slams up into him. Tyler grasps his face, pulling his head back so they are facing each other and they kiss sloppily, groaning into each other’s mouths. Tyler’s free hand running through his abs. Tyler’s kisses and his touches only adding fuel to the fire he feels quickly building in his groin. Both their bodies dripping in sweat from their rhythmic crashing against each other.

Tyler suddenly pushes Dylan down unto the bed violently and presses his face flat down into the mattress, keeping his ass raised and he begins ramming into him harder than before. Ripples of ecstasy flood through Dylan with each thrust, feeling the stretching of his inner walls as Tyler’s dick is engulfed by his hole. He screams into the mattress, the muffled sounds ringing on Tyler’s ears edging him on to go even deeper and harder on his boyfriend. He knew he could take it. Dylan arched his back against him as they rocked together. The sensation of Tyler’s fullness rubbing inside him was like a hot wire against his nerve ends. His prostate was at the peak of its stimulation. He was crying out and moaning like a bitch in heat. He could truly feel the heat begin to pool on his lower stomach.

Tyler then turns him around with his back on the bed, he lifts Dylan’s legs and Dylan instinctively wraps them around Tyler’s waist. Tightly. Tyler then rammed into him again. This time the hardest. Dylan’s eyes widen and glaze each time Tyler thrusts inside him. And Tyler can just tell Dylan is just about ready to blow. He knows Dylan won’t last for much longer in the way his pupils are dilated and his eyes are glassy and the way he’s screaming uninhibitedly on his dick. But he has another idea in mind…

Tyler lunges forward and pins Dylan’s arms above his head. Dylan gasps at the force, as Tyler keeps fucking into him unrelentingly. The grasp on his wrists is tight as Tyler holds his arms above him on the bed.

“I told you to wait for me” Tyler moans out. Stabbing into Dylan with his prick. His piercing gaze unwavering.

“I’m sorry!” Dylan whines, his muscles tensing. His engorged dick which had been untouched this whole time aching for attention, leaking obscene amounts of precum.

“I’m sorry what?” Tyler gives a particularly mean thrust, leaning down, face inches away from Dylan’s with a whirlwind of lust and anger in his eyes, making Dylan gasp for any drops of oxygen in the room.

“I’m sorry sir” Dylan whimpers softly, legs quivering around Tyler’s waist.

“Sorry for what?” Tyler asks, his warm ragged breaths hitting Dylan’s face making his spine tingle. He works into Dylan a little quicker and harder. Shallowly thrusting into him.

“Ahhhhh sorry for touching myself when you told me to wait!” Dylan cries, his moans climbing higher in pitch, his back arching of the bed, meeting every pump of Tyler’s cock. The heat in his lower stomach was now like a fire ready to burst out.

“Good boy” Tyler whispers. Grunting. Lips grazing Dylan’s nose.

“Can I cum….” Dylan keens and immediately feels the grip on his hands tighten. His mouth goes agape.

“You won’t cum until I say you can” Tyler hisses jabbing into him faster. Dylan’s eyes blow wide and his muscles go taut. Legs tightening some more around Tyler’s waist. Tyler slid in and out, feeling the pressure grow in his own abdomen.

“Please!” Dylan pleads, and his eyes well up. His back arches off the bed, pushing back to meet Tyler’s every thrust wanting every inch of him inside. He wants to cum so bad!

“You’re gonna have to beg me big boy” Tyler says with a devilish grin. His intense eyes piercing right through Dylan. He snaps his hips a little rougher into the stud beneath him, to torture him in the sweetest way. This was his revenge for the events from earlier this evening. If Dylan wanted to cum this time, he was gonna have to beg to be allowed.

“Oh please baby… Oh god please!” Dylan cries out trying to escape Tyler’s death grip on his hands but he can’t. He feels like he’s about to explode, his whole body is on fire, his dick is pulsing, mind in a wild frenzy needing release.

“Say it again!” Tyler plunges deep, pace relentless.

“Please… Ahhhhh let me cum!!!” Dylan screams and his face goes red.

“Beg!” Tyler jabs into him with great speed, using all the force of his lower body. Shallow thrusts right into Dylan’s prostate driving the writhing young man underneath him crazy.

“Can I cummmm?!! Pleaasseee!!!” Dylan begs. Glassy eyed. He is genuinely screaming now, every muscle in his body tensed, back arched, grinding back desperately to meet every thrust, Tyler plunges deep and hard, hips swiveling. Dylan’s body jerked forward, driving itself hard into the firm muscled body slamming into him. Needing his lover’s cock deep inside him.

Tyler releases Dylan’s hands…

“Come on then do it… CUM!!! Show me! Stroke it out boy!!!” Tyler demands and begins slamming into Dylan with all the strength he has.

“Oh my god!!” Dylan chokes out. Dylan’s released hands quickly surge for his leaking cock and he grips it incredibly tight, his hand moves in a blur up and down his shaft, his cock head slicked wet with all the pre-cum he’s been oozing. The sweat on his brow dripped unheeded down his boyish face which was contorted with a look of raw pleasure. He was jerking himself off rapidly, his hand flying up and down the burning pole.

“Oh I’m gonna cum!!! Oh god you’re gonna make me cummmmm aaaaaahhh!!!” He cries out.

“Do it! Be a good boy and cum for me! Spill all over yourself… make a big sticky mess!” Tyler yells as he sits slightly upwards and grips Dylan’s sweaty thighs tightly, driving his trembling body hard against his own, to pump harder into him, jackhammering into the beautiful Dylan with all he has, fucking into him mercilessly.

“Cum!!!” Tyler screams out as an order, fucking his boy into the mattress. Bed screeching loudly.

“I’m cumming!!!” Dylan sobs out, gasping, feeling the air leave his lungs as his whole body quakes and shudders, he had been denied his release for so long.

Dylan’s legs shoot outwards and his toes curl up. His back stiffens. The pressure in his loins reaches breaking point and he finally erupts all over himself. He throws his head back, mouth opened wide. He scrunches his eyes closed and he hears his own voice crying out, screaming loudly in pure ecstasy over the explosion of hot cum as he finally bursts. He feels the warm splashes of his cum as he sprays as high as his heaving chest. His teeth grind against themselves and his whole body shakes and gyrates as his cock spurts out in thick juicy ropes. He keeps jerking his cock furiously as he squirts hot streams of milky cum outwards, coating his abs this time.

He cries out loudly “Oh gooooddd” as cum gushes over his shaking hand, which was still gripping and pumping his beautiful cock ever so tight. His body spasms from head to toe and his vision blurs out at the edges. Dear God… He had never come this hard before…

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” he whimpers through his powerful orgasm, his voice breaking. Body going limp. Drenched in his own seed, fucked out, he keens softly feeling like he’s floating on air.

Tyler fucks him through it. Keeping a steady pace through Dylan’s clenching and writhing. He leans down, pressing his forehead hard against Dylan’s, pumping into him erratically. Hips stuttering. They look deep into each other’s soulful eyes.

“Oh I’m gonna cum” Tyler mouths but no sound comes out. He plunges deep and stays deep

 “Aaaahhhhh!!!” He screams and Dylan can feel himself get filled with his warm seed. His walls being coated in cum. Tyler’s hips lock and his legs give out. His whole body convulses and he falls on top of Dylan. They weakly wrap their arms around each other. Ragged, labored breaths the only sounds heard in the room for a hot minute.

“Oh god that was good” Tyler chuckles. Dylan starts to chuckle too. Their chuckles turn into hearty laughs as they kiss each other softly. Pecking each other.

“Round two?” Dylan says innocently while grinning like a little devil

“You’re kidding right? I’m dead as fuck!” Tyler stutters out in disbelief.

The End!

“Here we are again with our favorite American sub porn star, Brady Boyd. Say hello to your fans out there, Brady.” The voice behind the camera at the foot of the bed was a low, sensuous one, speaking in English, with an accent–slightly English English but something else as well. I, of course, knew that Costas was Cypriot and that we were in the studio in his house in the hills overlooking Limassol on the southern coast of the island.

“Hello fans,” I said, giving a bit of a wave and a smile. I was sitting against the headboard of the bed to the right of a big, black hunk of a man, similarly propped against the headboard. I was in gym shorts and a tank top; he was just in gym shorts. He had a beefy arm around my shoulders and his left hand on my thigh, just above my knee, the fingers underneath the hem of my gym shorts. I had my legs bent and spread, with my feet flat on the surface of the bed. Costas had posed us there before starting to film. There were two other cameramen, out of range, on either side of the bed. As Costas asked the question, and as he had instructed me to do, I moved my leg to lay on top of the other guy’s thigh, and he ran his hand further up my thigh under the material of my gym shorts.

It wasn’t an accident that his hand puffed the material of my shorts out so that the camera could see all the way up to my balls. Nor was it an accident that the camera could see the black guy’s fingers fondling and rolling my balls.

“You are our star for this film, Brady, and you are quite experienced now, but you haven’t been doing this for long, have you?”

“No, just a few months,” I answered. “But this is my fifth shoot.”

“And you aren’t yet nineteen, are you?”

“I’ll be nineteen next month,” I answered. I was older but I passed as younger, and those subscribing to Costas’s subscription Web site apparently liked to think of me as younger.

“Where are you from and what do you do?”

“Other than porn films?” I asked, and gave a little laugh. Iwas told to do that–to act the innocent.

“Yes, are you a student?”

“Yes, I just started college. And I’m from a farm in Colorado. Just left home for the first time.” I’d actually started graduates chool before this came along, and I was from further north, where they still were producing sunny Scandinavia blonds. My gig here, though, was freshness, submissive vulnerability.

“Well, we have a real treat for you and the viewers today, Brady. You’ve told me before, but tell the viewers what you like in a man.”

“I like bulls. Big black bulls,” I answered, looking into the camera Costas was holding and giving a shy smile.

“Contrasts,” he’d said. “Give them sweet and savory.”

“I like to be dominated and manhandled,” I added. And it was true–I did.

“And we just happen to have that for you today,” Costas said. “This is Sami, who will be fucking our porn star, Brady, today. My, you are a big one, aren’t you, Sami? Where do you come from?”

“I’m French. But I’m from Algeria.” The voice was a bass, the French accent noticeable. He’d been told to speak slowly and distinctly–and not much. But he wasn’t here to talk.

“He’s a big brute, isn’t he, Brady? You think you can handle him?”

“I’m hoping he’ll handle me,” I said and gave a weak little smile. We’d practiced this line before, as well as the expression I’d put with it. It was clear from what the audience could see that he was handling my balls already, and, from the expression of my reactions, that I knew the brute had me by the balls. “But, yes, he’s big.”

“How old are you and what do you do, Sami?”

“I’m twenty-four and I fuck little white boys.” Costas laughed. This too had been a devised line to parallel the one I’d given earlier.

“Are you a student too? And have you done porn before?”

“I work in construction,” Sami answered. “And, no, this is my first time doing a movie.”

“But you like topping young men like our star, Brady, here?”

“Just what I like, yes. I’ll break him if you let me.” On cue he gave a mean, thuggish look and then changed it to a grin. He moved his big, beefy hand from my balls to my belly, running his pinky in under the waistband of my gym shorts as he’d been instructed to do. This, of course, wasn’t his first film. He was a star top in his own right, but mostly in regional films in France until Costas had gone on a recruiting drive in the States and stopped in Paris on his way back to Cyprus. Costas’s studio was international, but his Web site was registered in forgiving Cyprus.

“That should be interesting,” Costas said, which was an understatement. It was the whole hook of this film–the contrasting sizes, the submissiveness of me and the dominance of the big black bull. The hint of brutality to come–of being able to see a big black bull actually break a small white guy on the screen.

“The differences between you are striking,” Costas said, as if this had just occurred to him. “You are small of stature, Brady, and Sami here is so big. Does that frighten you?”

“A little bit, yes,” I answered. “But it arouses me too.” Sami moved his hand to my basket and pulled me closer into him. I laid my head against his bicep and moved a hand to his basket. I gave a little look of surprise and concern when I felt how big he was–just as I’d been coached to do. As if the audience was in on a secret that I wasn’t–that I was going to be completely broken, to my surprise.

“Let’s give our viewers a sense of the differences. How tall are you and how much do you weigh, Brady?”

“I’m five foot six and weigh 142 pounds,” I answered.

“That’s 170 in centimeters and sixty-four kilos. And you, Sami?”

“I’m 198 centimeters tall and 104 kilos.”

“For our American viewers, that six foot six, a whole foot of difference, and nearly ninety pounds of difference too. And the more vital measurement?”

“You mean dick size?” I asked, and then answered, “Let’s just say I’m normal sized.”

Sami gave a grin. “twenty-one,” he answered proudly.

“That’s over eight inches. Very impressive. You think you can handle that, Brady?”

“I can try,” I said, showing him a cringe.

“Have you taken that much before?”

“I . . . I don’t know. I don’t think so.” I most surely had.

“I’m not sure we have a condom to cover that, Sami.”

“I don’t use condoms,” Sami growled. Barebacking was a hallmark of Limassol Films, and Costas liked to work it into the introductions that it was going to be barebacking, to enhance the audience’s arousal. He wanted his viewers to come the first time even before the top got his dick inside the bottom. He also liked to reflect that it hadn’t been planned to be barebacking. Sometimes he had the actors get into the film and either “forget” to use a condom or be too much in heat to take the time to use one, or, for some other reason, bring one out but toss it aside without using it. That gave the viewer an extra little jolt of pleasure.

“Brady?”

“That’s fine with me.” And it was. We were tested and medicated to make it as safe as possible, and I did prefer the raw effect of flesh directly on flesh, the release of cum inside me, and the cum serving as extra lubricant when the brute kept on stroking.

“You’re so much bigger than he is, Sami. You are going to show him mercy, aren’t you?” Costas said, milking the anticipation for all it was worth.

“No, I’m going to fuck the shit out of him–leaving him sobbing like a baby–if he’s conscious at all.”

“So, do you want to back out of this movie, Brady?” Costas asked.

“No, it’s what I want,” I answered. “If he can break, me, I want him to.”

Lamb to the slaughter time.

“Show it to us–show us what’s going to stretch you to the limit, shred you, if he can. Pull it out, Brady.”

I pulled Sami’s gym shorts down and he lifted his buttocks to aid in that. He took over and pulled the shorts completely off, leaving him fully naked on the bed–and magnificent both in form and erection.

“Don’t be shy, Brady. Hold it up for us.”

I didn’t have to hold it up. It was proudly jutting up from his trimmed, kinky pubes. I moved my hand up and down it, though, and I could feel Sami shudder. His hand of the arm he had around my shoulder closed tightly on my bicep. “It’s black, jet-black, darker than the rest of him,” I said, in amazement. I wasn’t really all that amazed, though. He’d fucked me already–when we’d first been introduced, later on the terrace of the Limassol house by the pool just because we wanted to fuck, and earlier today in rehearsals for the filming. And it wasn’t really jet-black. It had a bluish tint to it. It was huge, though, and I’d had to work hard to take it all.

“Yes, really black. Just the way you like it,” Costas said.

“Yes, just the way I like it,” I agreed.

“Then perhaps it’s time to stop talking and to do something useful with it,” Costas said.

That was Sami’s cue. He pulled the tank top over my head and brought us closer together by pressing on my bicep with his hand. I turned my face to his, and we went into a kiss. His left hand pushed the front of my gym shorts down, and he fisted my cock. I was already stroking his with my hand.

He pushed my down, into his lap, and I took his cock in my mouth, nearly deep-throating it. Gagging on it. Just like I was supposed to.

When he rolled over on top of me, I turned my face to the camera and showed the audience every nuance of every reaction I had to every thick inch of his big black cock that was sinking into me, moving to reflecting the moment when I realized that the black bull really was going to break me.

* * * *

I didn’t seek out appearing in porn films. That was the farthest intention from my mind until after I already was in them. I was entering graduate school, or at least appearing for my first graduate degree semester at the anthropology department of the University of Arizona in Tucson. I wanted to be an archeologist and had shown up in Tucson on a hope and a prayer. I’d barely been able to scrape together the money for undergraduate studies, and here I was, at twenty-one, an orphan with no means of support and bills appearing for tuition and room and board. I’d applied for scholarships but none had come through.

I was in a last-ditch effort to gather some experience in archaeology before the university discovered I wasn’t going to pay any bills–that I couldn’t. That’s what led me to be on a study project right off the bat at the Mesa Verde National Park, in Four Corners, where Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona met, where a group from the university was included in excavating an eight hundred-year-old Pueblo Indian cliff dwelling that had recently been discovered. We were to be there for a month. Other groups, of course, would be there longer and at different times. It wasn’t going to be a dig that would be completed in a year or even five years. But for that month, I’d have a tent over my head near the dig and meals provided. It would take theuniversity that long, I thought, to discover that I couldn’t pay for the classes that would build on this excavation experience. I was holding out hope that a scholarship would come in before then or that one of the senior archaeologists would decide that I was such a brilliant student and worker that they would take me under their wing and pay my way.

That’s essentially what happened, although not nearly in the way I imagined or hoped it would.

I’ll also establish that I wasn’t a complete innocent sexually by the time and I knew I probably was gay–probably, because I hadn’t done all that much about finding out for sure. I had tunnel vision concerning becoming an archaeologist. Just a smaller-and-younger-looking Nebraska farm boy, born late in life to a couple who didn’t make it to the end of my undergraduate days, with a blond, oh-my-gosh look, a small, but toned body, and a dream about what I would be doing with my future.

I had done some fooling around, but nothing too heavy–a bit of fondling during wrestling practices with other guys my age–I had been a high school varsity wrestler in the 140-pound weight class and a gymnast a swell and had been good but not good enough for a collegiate scholarship. There also had been some hand jobs and a few blow jobs with a coach who got skittish and convinced me that we should forget it ever happened. I’d done enough to know I liked that better than the alternative, but I’d never gone any farther than dreaming of bottoming for another guy.

So, although I was taken advantage of and maneuvered and coaxed into films, I can’t say that I said no anywhere along the line and, if I regretted it, which I don’t, really, I couldn’t really blame anyone but myself.

There were several groups working the Mesa Verde cliff house excavation when I was there. The professor heading up the university’s group decided that we’d get better exposure if he assigned us individually or in pairs to other established teams. I was assigned to a European one. Mores pecifically, the team was from the island of Cyprus in the Mediterranean, an island that had a rich history in settlement that went all the way back to the Neolithic period. I had read about the excavation that was going on there in Cyprus, and I knew I’d give my right testicle to do work there.

That’s essentially what I did.

The archaeologist in charge was named Costas Nikolides. He had gotten his doctorate in England and his was a name I had heard before. He was an imposing man, with a booming but velvety baritone voice and charming mix of Greek and English accent. He had a commanding presence and the physique of a Zeus–a thick, but muscular body that brought “powerful” to mind rather than “fat.” He wasn’t tall but he was a handsome man, always giving the impression that he was moving with purpose and determination. He had the dark, olive-toned skin of the Mediterranean man and black hair, which lightly covered his body in tight, curly swirls. He liked to work bare-chested, wearing low-riding khaki cargo shorts, a bush hat, and construction boots with thick, white socks.

His shorts rode unusually low on his pelvis, showing the crease between torso and thigh as it curved under his belly, taking the eye down to his pubes. I think that seeing that every day is what aroused me to wanting to lie under him. I had no idea how he managed to keep the shorts up.

Although his team at Mesa Verde was a hodge-podge of Europeans and Americans of all ages and both sexes, all of whom were in awe of him and treated him almost as a god, he had two right-hand men he’d brought with him from Cyprus. They both were young. One was a Greek Cypriot named Xantos Michaledis, who was maybe in his late twenties and was gaunt and sinewy. He was handsome in a foxy or hawkish sort of way, but he was quiet, hanging on every wish and order of Nikolides. He was the ultimate gofer and “would die for” Costas appendage. I was told that his family went back to the time when Genoa ruled the island and that he was of Jewish Italian descent, long having, by necessity, dropped the Jewish for Greek Orthodox.

The other assistant was a big, black man, central African by descent, Benji Ougala, and I never quite figured out how he had hooked up with Costas, although it evidently was connected to his talent as a photographer. He always–except sometimes when he was fucking someone–had a video camera or still camera in his hands, recording whatever Nikolides pointed to. He was big, strong, and muscular. Like Nikolides and Michaledis, he worked on the dig in just shorts, bush hat and construction boots. His body was nearly overdeveloped muscular, hairless, and gleamed ebony in the sun. He probably was closer to forty than thirty and he was always smiling–not necessarily a friendly smile; more of an “I could eat you alive and I just might” smile. I stayed out of his way as much as possible for as long as possible–but then, once he’d fucked me the first time, I couldn’t get enough of him.

The style of dress of Costas and his assistants caught on with the team, and it wasn’t long until all of the men were down to shorts and a head covering of some sort and the women were only adding halter tops or bras. I didn’t have the fancy cargo shorts and construction boots, but Costas didn’t seem to mind my skimpy cut-off jeans shorts and sandals and remarked a couple of times that I was turning berry brown and had a nice, lean body.

I desperately wanted to go work for Costas Nikolides on Neolithic excavations in Cyprus from the very first days I was with him. He was thoroughly professional and brilliant in his deductions and discussions of what we were working on. He was mesmerizing and charismatic. My focus changed from studying at the University of Arizona to following him to the ends of the earth. I made myself as indispensable and promising, as an archaeologist, as I could, nearly throwing myself at him in worship. And he noticed. At the beginning of the last week I was to be with the dig, he said he had a proposition for me and would I come have dinner with him at the park’s lodge, the Far View Lodge, that evening. He wasn’t tenting with the others near the dig site. He was staying at the park’s hilltop hotel.

There was no question whether or not I would attend him at the hotel that evening. It was what I was hoping a praying for.

“You can drive up to the lodge with my assistants and me,” he said. “I’ll have Xantos drive you back afterward.”

* * * *

“You are a very impressive young man.”

We were sitting on the Spruce Tree terrace, Costas Nikolides and I, after having dinner in the Far View Lodge’s Metate Room Restaurant. The lodge in the Mesa Verde Park was a balance of rustic and sophisticated. The views over the semiarid red rocks cliff area were breathtaking. Twilight had fallen while we were eating dinner by a window wall and watching the deer and other wild animals coming to the stream in the meadow below to drink. Costas had been quite solicitous of me, sitting close to me and touching me when he spoke to establish a connection that Mediterranean folks like to have when they are conversing–or that’s the explanation he gave me.

We had moved on to the terrace with a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was our second bottle, and, being nervous and wanting to make a good impression without thinking that drunk didn’t produce a very good impression, I had a buzz on. I’d drunk most of both the first and second bottles of wine. Costas had urged the wine on me, and I couldn’t tell him no politely. I also felt the sexuality of the handsome, charismatic Greek Cypriot, and a small thrill went through my body at those moments that he touched me with his fingers on my forearm.

“I’m happy that you like my work,” I said. “I’ve tried hard to learn the basics of site excavation.”

“You do that well, yes–you are quite competent with the basics of the work–but you are impressive for more than that. You are a beautiful young man.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not as strong–as well developed as, say Xantos or Benji, to be able to do the heavy work.”

“It’s your youthful look and supple body that makes you impressive in that way,” Costas said. “You can go into tight places that Benji can’t and you are more careful, better at working with artifact fragments, than Xantos is. But there are other aspects about you too that impress me and have prompted me to make a proposition to you.”

(God, I was being dense, I now realize.)

“A proposition?”

“Yes, if you can delay your studies here in the United States, I would like for you to come back to Cyprus with me–to work for me on the excavation we are doing at the Lemba Neolithic site on Cyprus. I’ve watched you when I’ve told the team of this work, and I can see that it interests you.”

“Yes, it does,” I answered.

“I can see you look at me too,” Costas said in a lower-pitched voice, “and if I’m not mistaken, I think I interest you too.”

I didn’t respond to that, but looked away, down into the meadow, at the shadows of the deer moving around the stream. I couldn’t deny it. He did interest me.

“Sexually,” Costas whispered.

I couldn’t deny that either.

“Are you, Jeff? Are you interested in me sexually?” My name was Jeff then. The stage name, Brady Boyd, was picked up later. “I ask,” he continued, “because I’m interested in you sexually. I go with men, and I am interested in covering you. Do you go with men too? Could you be interested in lying under me?”

I still didn’t respond, but surely he could see me trembling. It dawned on me. The man was going to fuck me. I bypassed completely in my mind that I had an option here. The man was going to fuck me. Still, was I up to it? Would he be disappointed with me and send me away after I didn’t perform well?

“Jeff?”

“Yes,” I said in a low voice, struggling to get it out.

“Yes, you go with men? And, yes, you would be interested in me bedding you?”

“Yes, I’m interested–and flattered–but I’m afraid. I have little experience with men. You say bedded. You want to fuck me? I’ve never gone that far . . . I don’t have experience in–”

I heard him give a low laugh. “I have enough experience for both of us. . By bedded I don’t mean that I want you just once. I want you in my bed to enjoy over and over again, in many different positions. I will teach you in everything. I am a highly sexed man. I could pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams. Your freshness is a large part of your charm. I would develop you. Train you. I would like you to sign contracts to come to Cyprus with me, but I would want it to be contingent on you serving me fully–for you to be in my bed, writhing under me. I would work your beautiful little body hard. Make no mistake about that. Can you do that?”

Did he know just how destitute I was? How much on the edge I was living? How I couldn’t afford to continue my studies here even if I  wanted to without a scholarship–or a mentor? And did he know how persuasive he was in his raw sexuality? I was hard just from what he said to me.

Yes, I’d thought of giving myself in exchange for being supported through my studies. I knew there were professors and administrators in Tucson who had signaled the possibility of such an arrangement. And I had come to the place of considering them. How was this different from what Costas Nikolides was proposing? If he paid me over and above all the rest, I could come back to Arizona for my studies and I’d have important archaeology work  on my résumé. I’d always figured I would be in some man’s bed some day. This was an opportunity.

“You have contracts to sign, you say?” I asked.

“Yes, here in this briefcase. You realize that a nondisclosure statement would have to be signed. Have another glass of wine while you sign them.”

He had me at a disadvantage. He’d obviously done this before. But it was his obvious experience in addition to his sensuality, his saying that he would take me and train me to serving a man expertly that had heightened my arousal–an arousal that already had been high.

After handing me the papers and a pen, he placed a hand, with long, sensuous fingers, on my thigh and squeezed. I could barely do more than scan the top few papers as his hand moved to my basket. I was trembling almost uncontrollably as I signed here, there, and there again. I only now was realizing that I very much wanted him to make love to me–that I’d ached for him sexually almost since the first moment I’d seen him.

It didn’t help that he put his lips to my ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to be inside you. I am very big, you will find, but you will adjust to me with practice. I will take you with a passion such as you have never felt before. I will work you to a glorious exhaustion.”

* * * *

Finding Xantos and Benji, bare-chested and in their low-rise cargo shorts and with video cameras in their hands, in Costas’s room when we got there was a shock, but, his hands already on me intimately to add to the effect of the drink in stripping my inhibitions away, Costas was quite straightforward.

“You said it would be your first time having a man inside you. It’s a special occasion–for both of us. I work in film, in recording history. This will be just for us; you’ll be glad–we’ll be glad–to have this recorded for us to enjoy later. And you will appreciate having a film you can view to review the technique used.” He was whispering, Xantos and Benji already were recording, and Costas already had our shirts off and our trousers and briefs pushed down off our pelvises and his hand frotting our engorging cocks. He was moving us both toward the bed, which dominated the room.

And he completely dominated me, not giving me the time and space to object to two men filming us fucking–or, rather, Costas fucking me, dominating me completely. Having his way with me. Laying me out on my belly and coaxing me up on my knees that first time and taking me in a deep-sinking doggie position.

It was only later, when I was fully enthralled to him and dependent on what he gave me, that I learned how much of it was lies. His comment on working in films–which was the most truthful thing he said to me a she was taking me totally–could have alerted me if I hadn’t been half looped and aroused to the heights by him. The film wasn’t just for the two of us. That had been an idiotic assertion on the face of it. Xantos and Benji were in the room too, recording it when they weren’t participating in it. It was my debut on Costas’s subscription Internet site.

He was more pornographer than archaeologist, and among the contract papers I’d signed on the terrace of the Far View Lodge, while he was distracting me with his sensuality, was a release on the viewing and distribution rights for my maiden porn film. The film in which I lost my anal-sex virginity became a best-seller. Costas later told me that my response to the popping of my male cherry was one of the most realistic scenes he had in his collection and continued to sell month after month. I knew how real and excruciating painful and, ultimately, passionate it was. I was there.

That maiden film would be followed by films in which I symbolically would lose my virginity again and again before Costas moved me to the big black bull taking category. The fantasy of it became more important to buyers than the reality of it.

My first time started off on familiar ground, standing against Costas and receiving his kisses and the touch of his sensuous fingers, and moved slowly into escalating intensity so that when the height of being taken–and not so gently–came, I was as well prepared as I could be and it wasn’t abrupt. He told me to pay no attention to the cameras and soon was working my body to the point that the cameras were the least of my concern–nor were Xantos and Benji when Costas gave way and let them ravish me as well.

I had sucked a man before, so it wasn’t new ground when Costas sat at the foot of the bed and pressed me down on my knees between his legs and presented a thick, hard cock to slide along the roof of my mouth and to my throat, where he would withdraw when I gagged, but soon was pressing again until I was able to take him deep. When he pulled me up onto the bed, our bodies stretched against each other in reverse and he started doing the same to me that I was doing to him, this both engaging at once was new, but not a great leap from what I’d done before.

When he was tonguing my entrance and whispering to me what he was preparing me for, these were new, not unpleasant sensations. At this point the camera, held by Xantos intruded, coming close to my face to capture my facial expressions in response to Costas’s attentions, while Benji recorded the action lower on my body. I know I was being expressive and vocal, and Costas encouraged me not to hold back.

I certainly didn’t hold back when Costas turned me on my stomach, coaxed me up on my knees, covered me close from above and behind, and slowly, painfully, relentlessly entered, entered, entered me. Unsure, not liking the pain of the entry, I struggled against the invasion–enough to get across my apprehension; not enough to make him consider stopping. He said he liked having to fight for it a bit–that he loved the passion-pain I was expressing while he was taking me the first time.

“Keep that feeling and show it each and every time,” he whispered.

 When he was inside me, though, which entailed a good bit crying out and grunting, groaning, and begging for mercy from me, I went docile and submissive for him. I already was undone, I had known that I would be undone at some point, and the man who grabbed my virginity from me was a magnificent stud. Costas later told me that he liked my complete surrender to him as much as my initial struggle.

Once saddled and me cowed, he held there, waiting for me to open to him, which, miraculously, I did, slowly and with much panting, groaning, and whimpering, all of which was caught in close-up on tape, with Costas whispering encourage murmurs of “Good, yes, open to me. Take the cock. You are so sweet, and so tight. I’m going to be so good to you.”

Initially, he worked me slowly, solicitous to my ability–fuck my willingness at that point–to receive him, cooing encouragement to me and assurances that the pain would recede into pleasure as he inched inside me, his hard, throbbing cock relentlessly moving deeper, stretching me, coaxing me to open to him, which I did as I trembled and nearly sobbed from the possession of him. And I believed him about the pleasure overtaking the pain and I could feel that that was becoming so. But he suddenly changed, raising to his feet and crouching over me, covering me close from above and behind, graspingmy wrists, and beginning to mine my channel with rapid, possessive deepstrokes. Breathing heavily in my ear, muttering obscenities of what he was going to do to my body, how totally he was going to master me, how relentlessly he was going to pound me. That he was going to break, conquer, and reduce me to his sex slave.

And then he proceeded to do all of that.

I surrendered all to him, my mind no longer on the cameras and Xantos and Benji moving around the bed, vying for the best angles and careful to stay out of each other’s field of camera vision.

Costas turned me over on my back, slapped my legs open, grabbing them under my knee and spreading them, kneeling between my thighs, sliding inside me again, and pounding me deep. I flung my arms wide, arched my back, and moaned my submission, with Benji coming in close to get a total surrender shot.

“Yes, yes. That facial expression always,” he whispered. “The camera loves you. The men will love you.”

Costas came deep inside me. He hadn’t worn a condom. None of them did. None of the men who subsequently covered me on film would. Barebacking was a hallmark of Costas’s films, with the signature shot being the cock coming out to the surface enough to catch the ejaculation and then sinking inside again, the deep stroking continuing as long as the top could do it. That first time, he took it on faith that I’d never been anally fucked before. After that it was a stringent medical checkup of all men involved in the films.

The moment of ejaculation and the sinking of the cock back inside me, sliding through the cum, was, I’ll have to admit, a moment of high arousal for me–all three times that night. When Costas did it, when Xantos did it, and, most assuredly, when the horse-hung cock of the black bull, Benji, did it. Each successive time was made easier by the extra lubrication of each additional man. Each separate fuck was caught on film.

After he had come, Costas pulled out of me and went off the bed at the foot, pulling me down to him with fists grabbing my ankles. He pulled me all the way down to the floor on my knees, with my back against the foot of the bed and my head arched back onto the mattress. I stretched my arms out along the edge of the bottom of the mattress, suggestive of a crucifixion position, Costas whispering for me to do so as a symbol of my sacrifice and surrender and because he said the camera would love it. He stood over me, facing me, grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and made me take his cock in my mouth again to clean it and to let it probe the back of my throat.

Meanwhile, Xantos went down behind Costas and between his legs, took my cock in his mouth, and invaded my entrance with the fingers of one hand, while filming what he was doing with the other. What he was doing extended to pushing his knees under my buttocks, hooking my legs on his hips, getting his long, thin cock inside me, and stroking to an ejaculation while I was servicing Costas’s cock with my throat. Xantos was easier to take than Costas. The apprehension that there would be no pleasure to overtake the pain was gone, and, though he was longer than Costas, he wasn’t nearly as thick.

He lacked Costas’s stamina. He came quickly and withdrew quickly to return to filming the scene from a distance.

Benji was the last, the most taxing, the thickest and longest, and the most virile and longest lasting, as I lay, docile, and moaning slightly in surrender under him on the bed, as he went into a pushup stance and fucked me in the missionary position on the bed, with Costas and Xantos capturing everything on camera. With Benji, the pleasure far outstripped the pain–the exotic sensation of being taken by a man of color, with a beautiful, muscular body, and of now being able to sheath a man as thick and long as he was heightened the arousal. Added to that, I now was well open and lubricated. I sighed and nearly was purring at his ejaculation, my arms outstretched in supplication, my chest arched up to his mouth devouring my nipples, Xantos’s camera trained on a close-up of my face, showing an expression of ultimate surrender and satisfaction.

“You seem to be partial to a black bull,” Costa said to me when we were done and I was lying, stretched out and panting on the bed.

“Yes,” was all I could manage.

“Good. That will become a hallmark of yours. The men will love it.”

Days later, when we reached the rambling stucco and glasshouse in the hills overlooking Limassol, Cyprus, and I learned that I now was under signed contract to star in porn films on an equal basis with excavating at the Lemba archaeological site and that my initiation film wasn’t really something just for Costas and me to share, I learned that my first film had broken all records of download sales on Costas’s Web site.

At the Limassol house, I joined a large group of other men who were featured in Costas’s films in three separate studios in the house and who were kept busy around the clock working on or in the productions, or both.There were three directors, but Costas kept my films for himself, and hestarred with me in several films.

As Costas had indicated, my films specialized in me being ravished by a big black bull.

I was making good money above the free room and board–and the experience I was gathering and the credit for my résumé from working on the Lemba dig would give me free sailing through graduate school at the University of Arizona and on to a professional position in archaeology.

Someday. I couldn’t play the young innocent on film forever and those who remained stars as they aged were mostly tops. I was a submissive. And I’d found that I loved having a man–or two or three–fucking me. And I loved watching myself being fucked on film.

I didn’t know when I’d move on from this.

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I heard Costas whisper that they were coming in for close shot of me deep-throating the Algerian’s thick, black cock. I knew just what beleaguered look I was to give at that moment. I could even make my eyes water.

“Ever the virgin,” I heard Costas whisper approvingly in th ebackground. “Incredible. Provides the illusion of having his male cherry popped each time.” As long as I could play this role . . .

When Sami was on his back on the bed, his broad, strong hands gripping my waist, as I straddled his pelvis, the bulb of his big, bluish-black cock nestled in my hole, I cried out, on cue, in pained ecstasy as he pulled me down on the impossibly thick cock. Xantos and Benji moved around the bed, catching close-ups and long shots, ever mindful to keep each other out of the camera lens and their shadows unseen as well. In the background, Costas whispered directions in a voice that would be edited out of the final film. He was excited and I caught glimpses of him stroking his shaft as he watched. He would fuck me either on or off camera after the scene with Sami was concluded. And as long as I could keep him interested in doing that  . . .

I cried out and flopped around, pressing my fists ineffectually into Sami’s meaty pecs as he slammed me up and down on his cock. He was filling and working me hard inside and I was in ninth heaven, but my responses for the camera had to show that I was being taxed to and beyond the limit.

On instruction from Costas, I swooned and went limp, as Sami continued slamming me up and down on the shaft. I arched my back, letting him hold me in position with his hands gripping my waist. I let my head arch back too and my arms to go limp at my side. There would be some who would interpret that I had been fucked unconscious and was continuing to be fucked–the virgin taken beyond the realm of endurance. At length, Sami pulled me up enough to show his bulb emerging from the hole and shooting off. I groaned a low, exhausted groan, and he slammed me down on the cock again, showing his cum oozing out of the hole around his shaft. A few more slides, and Sami let me fall back between his legs onto my back. He came with me, covering me in a missionary, and continued shafting me.

To the extent that being broken by a fuck could be shown on film, this was it.

The camera came in close to my face to show a beatific smile and my eyes rolling up into my head. The camera panned out as I flung my arms out wide from the sides of my body, taking on a cruciform stance of total surrender, as, his knees pushed under my buttocks and his hands grasping my waist again, Sami continued pulling my inert body on and off his cock.

The crucifixion surrender stance is my  signature position. The small white virgin being totally debauched by the big black bull is my signature theme. The buyers on Costas’s Web site love seeing me ravished and snatch up every new film showing my signature moves.

I was a porn star.

I am a porn star.

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Here we are the final chapter of hypnosis kid!!! I hope many more readers would give me feedbacks and suggestions. I hope I get inspired to do my next story…cross fingers. Well then Enjoy!!!

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Best Friend

Hey! Faggot! Come here!

Aaron winced at the sound of his name being called by Brandon. He viewed the big bully in front of him.  With a single push Aaron was tossed to the ground and the other kids rallied around him. Brandon strikes Aaron’s stomach; Aaron curled up and covered his face while the kids around him kept on hitting him kicking him…

Kylle: Leave him alone!

Upon hearing Kylle’s voice the crowd ran away leaving Aaron and Brandon behind the rumbles.

Brandon: Why do you always protect this shit! Are you gay too?

Kylle ran to Brandon and with a quick turn he jabs Brandon straight to his face. Brandon fell to ground.

Kylle: He is my best friend!

Kylle then helped Aaron to stand up; he wiped the dirt off from Aaron’s shirt and arms.

Kylle: Are you okay? Bud?

Aaron was crying and he just nodded in reply.

Kylle: Hey cheer up!  Don’t cry! Come on! My house is nearer lets clean you up there plus my mom isn’t around so we can play all night if you like.

Kylle is wiping Aaron’s bruises with a clean towel.

Aaron: Hey Kylle… do you believe them?

Kylle: What?

Aaron: That I am a faggot?

Kylle: I don’t care.

Aaron: What if I am… gay? Would you hit me too?

Kylle: I probably will hug you instead hahaha! I told you I don’t care let’s talk about something else like what will you do in when we go to high school next year?

Aaron then faced Kylle…

Aaron: Kylle! It is true…I am gay.

Kylle then moved closer to Aaron and hugged his best friend.

Kylle: I told you I don’t care.

Kylle then broke the hug and look at Aaron.

Kylle: Aaron! I am straight hehehe!

Aaron: I know that already.

Kylle: Yes but I didn’t even need to tell you that right? You didn’t need to tell me you’re gay too.

Aaron grabbed Kylle and began to cry.

I am sorry!

Kylle: Why are you saying that?

I am sorry! I am gay

Kylle: You don’t need to say sorry okay? Be whoever you want to be! Like me I will try playing soccer, I think it’s cool playing on the field and running like kids kicking and just being out there.

Aaron was still crying and pondered hard what he wanted to do…

Aaron: I think I want to try baking?… Wow I am definitely gay.

Kylle and Aaron laughed so hard and they happily talk about what they will do on high school next year…

TREVOR!!! RUN!!!!

Kylle shouted and he grabs Trevor’s arms and ran outside the warehouse and into the forest. Aaron began to chase them but of course he can’t outrun a basketball player and a soccer player.

Trevor: Why are we running? In my opinion those guys deserve it.

Kylle: What the fuck! Man! No one deserves that.

It was still dark and the two were dodging branches and jumping at thick roots and overgrowths when suddenly the view became dark…

Trevor: Look out!

Kylle then tried to stop but his momentum cannot break his fall from a cliff…

Aaaahhhhhh!

Trevor stopped in horror. He looks down the edge; he can’t see anything he called out to Kylle…

Are you OKAY KYLLE!!!!!

Kylle: I am okay!!!

Trevor: OMG! Is it far down?

Kylle: Not much but still it’s too dangerous Trev! Go around! Ughhh! This is going to hurt tomorrow.

Aaron came out of the bushes. Aaron saw Trevor looking down at the edge of the cliff it was dark everywhere…

Aaron: No!!! Where is Kylle!!!

Trevor: He fell down.

Aaron run past Trevor and got to the edge… Trevor then with a sudden soft touch pushed Aaron off the edge and into the dark abyss.

Aaaaahhhhh!

Thud!!!
Someone caught him…

Kylle!!!!

Kylle: Are you okay?

Aaron: Yeah, thanks

Aaron got to his feet and both of them looks up and it was a long way up they have to go around.

Aaron: FUCK you Trevor!!!!

FUCK YOU TOO AARON!!! HAHAHA!!!

Kylle: eh?

Aaron: That asshole pushed me off the cliff.

Kylle: Aaron you have to let them go!!

Aaron: No! I won’t do that! Besides I was doing it for you!

Kylle: I don’t need vengeance and also back there I felt like I didn’t even know you at all…

Aaron felt a sudden pain from his heart…

Aaron: What do you mean you don’t know me?

Kylle: You look scary and I thought this was not the Aaron I knew…

Aaron: You know you act all high and mighty! You only protect me to feed your ego! You always want to be the hero!

Kylle: Then don’t become a villain!

Aaron: Fuck you! I did that for you and me! I did that because…I love you!

Kylle: What?!…

Aaron: Are you fucking stupid?

Aaron began tearing up…

Aaron: Since then when I confessed I was gay…I thought you were so cool…you accepted me for who I am and not once did you judge me…

Kylle: Wait so you practiced hypnotism so that I…would fall in love with you?

Kylle face then began to change, for the first time, he was mad at his best friend. Kylle then tackled Aaron.

Aaron: What the fuck!

Kylle: You fucking hypnotise me so that I would love you? Is this what you wanted!!!!!

Kylle then kissed Aaron.

Aaron: Stop it!!

Aaron was surprised that Kylle didn’t do as he was told… My powers…? He reached into his pocket and his amulet it was gone.

Kylle was forcing Aaron out of his hoodie jacket and when it was completely off he ripped off Aaron’s shirt, Kylle was still kissing Aaron.

Aaron: Stop it!!!

Kylle then undid Aaron’s pants and with one hand pulled the pants along with Aaron’s boxers. Aaron’s cock was exposed, it was flaccid and the cock head was covered with foreskin it was also pale like Aaron’s skin. His balls were hanging low and his pubic hair matches the color of his hair.

Aaron: What are you doing!!!

Kylle: What you fucking wanted!!!

Aaron was still resisting Kylle but Kylle was too strong for him. Kylle was only using one hand to grip Aaron’s two hands. Kylle flipped Aaron to his back and got Aaron’s left arm around Aaron’s back. Aaron’s right arm couldn’t reach Kylle anymore since he was facing down the ground. Kylle then undid his pants.

Aaron then felt something in his ass it was cold it was wet.

Aaron: No! No! Kylle please don’t do this!!

Kylle: Shut up!

Kylle then exposed his cock it was also flaccid but Kylle jerk it off. Using his hand he grabs his cock and rubs it up and down the shaft, his foreskin rubbing along the semi exposed cock head, while making his dick hard Kylle was spitting at Aaron’s ass hole.

Aaron was constantly pleading…

Kylle then was starting to leak precum and with a final rub his cock head was exposed, it was a hot pink head. He then carefully and slowly pierced it inside Aaron’s hole.

Aaron felt an intrusion and he again thrashed trying to knock Kylle off but Kylle was using his weight to pin him down. Kylle then pushed his groin so fast that Aaron stopped his struggle. Aaron’s winced at the sudden penetration.

Aaaaahhh!  Fuck! Stop!

Aaron felt it, it was hard and hot. It was pulsing inside of him, His ass wanted to close but it can’t… Kylle’s cock was deep inside him.

Kylle began to move… his hips pushing and pulling. His foreskin rubbing his frenulum while hot juices covered his shaft.

Aaah! Aaah! Is this what you want? Take it!!!

No! Please stop! You are hurting me!

Kylle’s fucking only got harder and faster… and this time Kylle was really nailing his best friend’s ass.

Kylle felt the warmth and how it gives him pleasure plunging his cock inside Aaron. He was overwhelmed by anger and lust. He wanted more… he reach for Aaron’s cock and started jerking it.

Aaron felt Kylle’s hands around his cock and he instantly got a hard on. He couldn’t resist to be turned on since this was his fantasy for so long. Eventually the pain on his ass started to go away and a surge of tingling sensation washed over his body… this was the first time he was getting fucked in the ass and his protests became moans of ecstasy. He couldn’t believe this new arousal he felt.

Kylle let go of Aaron’s hands and Aaron didn’t bother to resist anymore.

Fuck! You are so tight its making my cock feels great! You are already leaking!

Aaron looked at his cock and Kylle’s hands were covered with precum and Kylle was still rubbing his dick. It felt good and this was the first time he was fucked and jerked at the same time.

Aaron shyly whipered

I am cumming!

Kylle: What? Aaahh! Aaaaahh!

I am CUMMING!!!

Aaron closed his eyes his cheeks were red of embarrassment. He couldn’t hold it in much longer. Kylle felt Aaron’s cock throbbed. And then a white stream of cum began coming out of the pee hole at large bursts. The ground was covered in no time; it’s like a pool of cum started to form.

AAAhhh! AAAHHH! AAAAHHH! Aaron began to moan so loud. Kylle never let go of Aaron’s cock he squeeze it dry and as it began to soften Kylle pounded harder. Shoving his 9inch cock inside the abused ass hole.

Soon Kylle gasp and with his final push his cock burst with cum. He moaned while he poured his seed inside Aaron.

Aaron was so tired he felt hot cum inside of him churning, some of the cum already is spilling out of his hole. He felt it around his ass.

Kylle then drops to the ground and lay beside Aaron. Aaron then turned face up. They were both out of breath. Gasping with their cocks exposed. As soon as Kylle caught his breath he realized what he had done to Aaron.

Kylle: I am so sorry Aaron! I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to!

Kylle started crying

I broke my promise to myself that I would protect you. How can I protect you from myself? I got angry and did something bad. I am sorry…

Aaron: It’s okay…I feel numb now…how did we end up like this?

Kylle: I don’t know I am sorry!

Aaron: We only end up hurting each other.

Aaron stood up and he put on some clothes and his jacket. His eyes looked for his amulet. He found it just a few paces to his left and picked it up. Kylle zipped up his pants and stands up.

Kylle: Are you mad at me?

Aaron: No! It wasn’t pleasant but it felt great.

Aaron faced his best friend.

Aaron: Can I ask you something? Do you think you can fall in love with me? I will let them go! I promise I will make amends.

Kylle: I am sorry bud, but you have to let them go. And I love you as a friend I am sorry I can’t…

Aaron: Its fine! I will let them go… I think now I have closure that you would never love me the way I love you… I am now sure of what I will do.

Kylle: What?

Aaron: We can never be friends anymore. Aaron then cried.

Kylle: No!! Why?!

Aaron: I can’t move on when you are beside me and I am tired of loving someone who only sees me as a friend. I want to be loved.

Kylle: But how about me? I can’t just leave you! You are my best friend please!

Aaron: Don’t worry about it. Can I ask for one last thing Kylle. Even though you don’t have any feelings for me can I just ask for one last thing?

Aaron moved closer to Kylle his face leaned in and Aaron’s lips was now an inch away from Kylle’s. Kylle then knew what Aaron wanted and he kisses Aaron passionately… He gave Aaron a tight hug and he kisses him.

Aaron then broke the kiss and embraced Kylle he whispered through Kylle’s ears.

FORGET ME!

Kylle’s eyes widened with surprised…his eyes now was blank his head echoed “forget me!” “forget me!”

Before he could even respond his mind went blank and he loses his grip and finally he fell to the ground…

END OF HYPNOSIS KID

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Thank you for all my readers, friends, and slaves (lol) in keeping me inspired throughout.

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