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  • the Silver Swan…

    I was in New York on business and, job finished that day got myself ready for another sexy night out. As Tina I cruised the Greenwich Village bars meeting a variety of men …I am very good looking and dress elegantly but provocatively.

    Tonight there was a function at the Silver Swan bar for transvestites and I put on a special red mini dress with black heels. I chose a white lace bra and panties set . My bra settled nicely around my large breasts and panties nestled around my pussy . I rolled on a pair of tan tights with a black seam. Clipped on silver dangly earrings, matching necklace and bracelet. And attached a silver belly stud. There would be many admirers at the function and I wanted my pick of the best lookers.

    My makeup I had done carefully and was understated but convincing. I used a favourite perfume to complement my look. I brushed my long ,red, curly hair into how I liked it. Checking in the mirror I looked fantastic I thought and ready to go out.

    I put on a black wool coat as it was very cold that night and walked out of my hotel and hailed a taxi which took me to a bar I frequented. I grabbed a bite to eat and had a glass of white wine…Twice I had to fend off guys wanting to hit on me. This I liked but I did not have enough time to have sex with any of them just yet.

    Then I headed to the Silver Swan about 9.30pm. On arriving I tipped my driver then , heels clicking, walked in. It was very busy and, as I handed in my coat, I looked around seeing lots of what seemed like ordinary men among lots of ladies, all elegantly dressed and chatting amongst themselves.

    At the bar I decided to have a beer. As I sipped it I was approached by various men, all admirers, and clearly intent only on one thing–to get into my panties. One guy stood out though and I sat at a table with him. He was from New Jersey , married with kids, but his family were away on holiday while he stayed to look after his business. We chatted for some time , slowly getting tipsy. His hands were all over me too caressing my nyloned legs and pushing against me when he could.

    He suggested going to his SUV for privacy. He wasn’t able to come to my hotel room so that seemed the best option. It was now late so the streets were much quieter. I grabbed my coat and arm in arm with him headed off.

    It felt great to be with a hunky guy like this and to know I would submit like the submissive girl I am , to his advances.We got into his 4×4, which was roomy and comfortable. He pulled mt to him and kissed me passionately. I responded in kind and felt my juices flowing. My panties were getting moist as I felt him press against me, his hard cock pressing against my leg.

    I caressed his cock through his trousers and he gasped in pleasure, and, at that his hand slipped up my dress and into my tights amd panties and proceeded to roughly pull them both down my legs. I love rough treatment and submitted gladly to his advances.

    He pulled my tights right off, tearing the on my heels. My panties were left dangling from one of my heels but I didn’t care as I unbuckled his belt and pulled off his trousers and underpants. He pulled me with strong arms onto his lap, lifted me up and moved me onto his erect cock , then pulled mt already wet ass( now suitably lubed) onto his hard member. My pussy took his cock easily despite its massive length and girth and he started to pump me roughly, fast and hard..

    I gasped and squeeled in delight. he unzipped my dress and pulled it off my shoulders, unclipped my bra and grasped my tits as he fucked me..slapping my ass as he did so.I was in heaven and wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his cock twitching inside and after 20 minutes of hard fucking he came in torrents, as did I, his cum shooting deep inside my pussy, and I had a wonderful orgasm, shooting my load all over his stomach. Yet another bareback ride–I must remember to pull on a condom next time, I thought as i felt his juices sliding down my leg out of my dripping pussy, and onto my little panties…

    He kissed me hard and passionately and I responded , wanting this to go on. He drove me back to my hotel. It was now 2am and quiet and he agreed to come to my room and stay the night. I had 3 sexy nighties to choose from and couldn’t wait to feel his cock in me again. But that’s for another story…

  • My ex-brother-in-law

    My ex-Brother-In-Law

    Written By: Bill Hudley

    My sister Rosetta, and her longtime boyfriend, Nicholas Gioretti, were married almost five years ago. They live in a High-Rise condo in downtown Chicago overlooking Lake Michigan. Rosie is a graphic artist with The Windy City Living magazine, Nick is a Sportswriter with the Trib. I’m her younger brother, Anthony Bernardi, 23, single and soon to be graduate of Northwestern University with a degree in Chemical Engineering.

    Everything was going along great with Nick and Rosie until two months ago, Rosie was promoted to Art Director for the magazine and began to stay late at the office every night. Nick would spend most nights at his family’s restaurant, one night after eating his dinner, Nick called me and asked if he could come over, I quickly agreed, Nick is one of my favorite people and one hell of a good looking Italian. 

    Yeah, I’m pretty sure that I’m gay. I’ve been out to the bars a good bit, but I’m still a Man to Man Sex virgin. It isn’t that I haven’t had offers, it’s just that I want more than the run of the mill ‘wham bam, thank you Sam” type of sex. I want to care about the guy I finally give myself to. I’ve had a few girlfriends in college but there was always something in my head wanting more. Something different. I’ve known of my attraction to guys forever it seems, but I’ve yet to act on it.

    Lately, Nick has complained constantly about Rosie staying late at the office. In our conversations when he would come over to my place, he always seemed frustrated that she thought work was more important to her than being with him.

    Although I’ve never heard him say it, I’m fairly certain that Nick was beginning to think that she was having an affair with a co-worker. I’ve wondered the same thing but never spoke of it with Nicholas. I’ve heard of both men and women getting the seven-year itch.

    As the weeks rolled by, Nick spent more and more time at my place after work. He and Rosie became more distant with each other and the week before Easter, Rosie told Nick that she wasn’t in love with him anymore and wanted to see other people. Nick was devastated but consented to a divorce, With no children, all they owned in common is the furniture in their leased condo.

    The day after Rosie asked him for the divorce, Nick moved all of his belongings out of the condo and into storage. He was really down that night when he rang my doorbell. 

    He wasn’t interested in dinner but went straight to my liquor cabinet and poured himself half a tumbler of Johnnie Walker Black. He tossed that drink down in three gulps and poured another. He brought the bottle with him as he moved to the sofa. He just sat there and stared out at the lights of the city, raising his glass frequently. Sometime after 10 pm I got him to the spare bedroom and sat his bottle on the dresser. 

    Nick opened his eyes once and looked straight at me.

    “You’re a great guy Anthony, I want us to always be friends no matter what happens with Rosie and me.” 

    For someone as drunk as Nick was, his words were very clear and not affected by the alcohol in any way. I know he wasn’t faking being drunk, but it was strange that for the moment it took him to say those words, his voice was crystal clear. Then he passed out again.

    I managed to get his legs up on the bed, took off his shoes and covered him with a blanket, then went to my room, leaving both doors open so I could hear him if he began to be sick or fell. I lay in bed thinking all sorts of evil thoughts about my sister and the way she has treated Nick. I almost called her after Nick was in bed but changed my mind and decided to let her wonder where he could be. 

    Sure enough, the next morning Rosie called and was freaking out about how quickly he had moved his things from their condo.

    “So you told him you want a divorce, but expected him to still be there in the condo? I’ll bet that you kept the ring too! 

    Well, sister of mine, you’ve really hurt the man you once loved. He came by here but I don’t know where he was going when he left last night.” 

    You know this new office romance can’t last. Eventually, you’ll find out he’s got a wife and kids tucked away in the burbs and you’ll be alone again…at least that’s what I think you deserve. You can stop calling here to find Nick, too. Even if he was here I wouldn’t tell you.”

    The longer I talked to her the angrier I became. Finally, I just hung up as she was talking about her new love.

    By pure luck, I had three days off starting this morning. I went to check on Nick and saw that he was not in bed and I assumed he is in the bathroom. 

    “You okay Nick?” I asked loud enough for him to hear me.

    “Fuck no, I’m not okay. My wife left me for another man, I have a splitting headache, I’ve called in to take a ‘personal’ day off from work. Plus, I’ve got to find a place to live.”

    Nick came out of the bath nude and I felt my heart rate quicken. Imagine a handsome, hirsute Italian man, muscled up in all the right places, with a body crafted by years in the gym. That would be Nicholas Gioretti. I guess I had been staring at him for a while because he smiled, then gave out a sexy little laugh.

    “Hey, Tony! Snap out of it man…you’ve never seen a naked man before?

    I was mesmerized by his beautiful, naked body. Looking at him made my own cock begin to thicken and start to rise in my loose boxer shorts. Its outline became plainly visible as my cock hardened. 

    I have never experienced carnal lust before, the image of Nicholas naked is forever burned into my memory. Seeing Nicholas naked made my mouth become dry and my breathing irregular. At that moment, I’ve never wanted anything in my young life, like I wanted to lie naked in his arms. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked of me.

    Nick’s expression began to change as he realized that I had become sexually aroused just looking at his naked body.

    “Uh…I..I’ve got to get a grip and go out and find a place to live Anthony. I’m sorry, sometimes I forget that your gay Nick said while drying his hair with a bath towel. 

    With the towel covering his eyes I got a good long look at his fabulous body. He’s everything I’ve ever fantasized about. When he stopped drying his hair, I was fully erect.

    Embarrassed by my body’s betrayal and stunned immobility by his near perfect body, I turned my head to look away, but

    I could still see him in the dresser mirror. I Looked around the room for the door and managed to stumble away.

    “Anthony, don’t go. please forgive me, I’m so upset with your sister that I forgot for a moment that you prefer men. I should have covered myself before coming out here. I don’t want to insult or hurt you. You’re my best friend I will do anything I can for you.” 

    “I know Nick. I’m sure that you know that you have a great body and how it affects others. Don’t worry, I’m not offended, quite the contrary really. I’m sure that very few gay men have had the pleasure of seeing you completely naked. I feel privileged to have seen you like this. I do admit that I’ve thought about you naked for a long time.”

    “Jeez, Tony…I don’t know what to say.”

    “It’s okay Nick. There’s nothing more to say, but we really need to stop talking about your naked body, okay.”

    He grinned a sheepish little grin. “So does that lump in your shorts mean that you like seeing me naked, Tony?”

    Caught red-handed I blushed like a school girl.

    “Yes, I’ve never seen anyone with a better body than yours. You are perfection in my eyes, you always have been. Now please, let’s end of that conversation, okay?

    Nick wrapped the towel around his waist and did a muscleman pose and we both laughed, The outline of his covered cock was still plainly visible even covered with a towel.

    “Okay Tony, I’m very sorry, the last thing I want is to hurt or offend you. we’ll change the subject. Do you have any suggestions about where I can find a nice apartment, Tony?

    “Yes I do, just Listen and hear me out before you say no, Nick I’ll be glad to have you stay here as long as you want, take the time to find a place you’re sure you’ll like and want. I’ll be glad to have you here for a while.”

    “Are you sure Tony?”

    “Positive.”

    “I’ll pay half of everything while I’m here then. It’s only fair, plus I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, we can go over to 

    Mom and Pop’s place for a great meal.”

    Having Nick around for a while, plus eating most of our evening meals at his Mom and Dad’s restaurant was more than a fair trade in my eyes. We stuffed ourselves and walked the four blocks or so back to the apartment.

    “It’s the weekend, Tony, aren’t you going out to the bars you usually go to? You don’t have to stay here and entertain me. I’ll be fine here if you want to go out.”

    “Have you evr been to a gay bar Nick?”

    “Never. Rosie and I married right after college and we never did go out to clubs much. Back then, I liked to dance, but Rosie didn’t, so we just stayed home a lot.”

    “Say! If you like to dance why don’t you come out to the clubs with me. If anyone tries to pick you up, I’ll tell them you’re with me.”

    “No Tony,..you go and have some fun. I would be miserable company anywhere tonight. Please, go have fun and let me think things out in my head, okay?”

    “Sure Nick, I understand. If you’re gonna be drinking please stay in at the apartment. A DUI is the last thing you need now.” 

    I left the apartment at 11:30 and drove to a dance club on West Halstead. I danced a with a couple of guys I’ve known for a while, none were boyfriends, just guys that hung out together at the clubs and bars. Though we’ve never really talked about it among ourselves, I’m certain that all of us want to be with someone, someway. 

    I slipped into the apartment around two am and saw that Nick was sleeping when I peeked in to check on him. 

    I was up early due to a restless night, I kept waking every thirty minutes or so for some unknown reason. As I was pouring my first cup of coffee Nick came in looking like he was hung over. He poured his coffee and sat down without saying a word. I’ve been there so I just let him be and went back to my room with my coffee.

    I heard the shower running in Nick’s room and a few minutes later I heard the front door shut. It was odd that Nick left without saying goodbye but with all he’s had to deal with lately, I understand where he’s coming from. Poor guy, I truly feel sorry for him and the rotten way that my sister has treated him.

    Nick came back in the early afternoon and looked in on me as I was studying for my final exams. 

    “Hey Anthony, take a break for a few minutes, I need to talk to you, okay.”

    Pushing back my chair and standing up I asked…”What’s up, Nick?”

    “I found an apartment close to the college and I’ll be getting out of your hair in a couple of weeks or so. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. You’re a great friend and I love you, Anthony. I couldn’t have made it through the breakup without your help.”

    “I hate to see you go, Nick. This place won’t seem the same without you here, but I understand, you’ve got to start your life over now, you sure don’t need your gay, ex-brother-in-law hanging around.”

    “Your wrong there, Tony. You’re my best friend and now is the time I’ll need you the most. It’s been so long since I’ve lived alone I’m sure I’ll be calling you to come over. I don’t do ‘alone’ very well as I remember.”

    “I’ll miss you, Nick. You’re like a brother to me instead of my-brother-law Let’s set up a dinner date Tony, We’ll go over to Mom and Dad’s restaurant once a week just to catch up and to see each other of course.”

    “That will be great Nick. It’s a date.”

    The following weekend, we moved Nick into his apartment just off Campus at the University. I was surprised at the neighborhood Nick chose to live in. The apartments were full of college girls and guys. I figure he will have all the neighborhood girls bedded within the first month. In the time I was helping him move I saw enough male eye candy to keep me jacking off for the next month. 

    I tried to shake off the sight of those handsome men scurrying about on campus, In just three more weeks I will graduate. I’ll continue on and get a Masters in my field but I’ll do that while I’m working. I have already accepted a position with Midwest Chemicals out near the Mid-Way Airport.

    My parents insisted on having a huge party to celebrate my graduation. I dreaded the party because that meant that both Rosie and Nick would be there. The party was to be held at the Gioretti family’s restaurant in downtown Chicago. 

    I was relieved when Rosie arrived alone, I had feared that she would show up with her office crush just to make Nick mad. To their credit, they were civil with each other and after the meal, I saw them slip out to the courtyard and they were talking calmly without any drama, thank goodness. I stayed out of their line of sight but I desperately wanted to know what they were talking about. 

    While I was watching Nick and Rosie, one of my older female cousins grabbed me and pulled me to the dance floor where she proceeded to embarrass the devil out of me. She was much too old to be ‘dirty’ dancing with her youngest cousin.

    I left a bit midnight, afraid that Nick and Rosie had reconciled since saw them leave together. I tried to tell myself to keep out of their business but it hurt like hell to see them back together. A bit of the green-eyed monster on my part I’m sure. 

    I opened the apartment door and was surprised to see Nick sitting there watching TV. I guess I had that ‘deer in the headlights” look, expecting Rosie to appear any second. Nick laughed, “Calm down Tony, she’s not here.”

    I know I blushed but I said…

    “I’m glad to hear that Nick. She’s my sister but what she did to you was unforgivable in my mind. I saw you and Rosie having a quiet conversation, I was sure that you two made up.”

    “We did have a good talk and Rosetta did apologize to me for all that has happened. But we left it at that. She’s not seeing the man from her office anymore and she did ask if there was any possibility of my forgiving her. Of course, I forgave her but I made it clear that we would not be getting back together as a couple.”

    I let out a big sigh of relief when I heard Nick chuckle.

    “Relax Tony, I can only handle one Bernardi at a time and at present, her brother and I are best friends. I’m not looking for a woman now, A good friend is all I want or need for the time being and I have that with you, Anthony.”

    Nick stood up from the sofa and walked the few steps to my chair. He pulled me up and hugged me to him.

    “You’re a good man Anthony, no one could ask for a better friend. Thank you.”

    It was almost seven PM when I got back to the apartment the evening following the ‘Graduation Party’ I had done well on my exams and I finished in the top five percentile of the class.

    I was feeling great about being through with my undergrad work. I’ll take a few days off before I start post-graduate work.

    Knowing that I would be later than usual getting back to the apartment Nick had ordered a Pizza and we ate and talked our way through the extra large pie.

    After cleaning up the pizza bones and straightened the kitchen Nick called out to me as he came into the living room.

    “I was thinking about watching a movie, will this do?” he asked as he reached under a sofa cushion and handed me a hardcore porn CD.

    I was completely stunned!

    “So Tony, you wanna watch this with me?”

    What are you doing Nick? Are you deliberately trying to be gay”

    “Argh!  You Anglo Saxons and your labels! In Italy, young girls and unmarried women are chaperoned everywhere they go. It is imperative that the female be a virgin on her wedding night. Consequently, young Italian men have no sexual outlet other than accepting the advances of the older, married women whose husbands have been inattentive. Often young men turn to each other for sexual release. 

    Homosexual activity in male Italian youth is not out of the ordinary. Some remain gay, more marry and raise families and never think about those encounters with other young men.

    Here in America, it is different, young men can meet and have sexual relations with just about anyone they choose other than young Italian girls. 

    Having sex with you would not be my first time with another male. Growing up, my male cousins and I had sexual relations often. Young boys just want to enjoy the feeling of climax, and will work tirelessly to achieve it.”

    As Nick pushed his jeans down his thighs and stepped out of them, naked and with a leaking erection I fell to my knees before him. I took in a deep breath as I breathed in his scent, an aroma like no other I have ever known. His cock oozed pre-cum as I took in his manly scent.

    “I’ve never thought about ‘gay guys’ until I started spending time with you, Tony. All I knew was that gay guys like to have sex with other guys. I’ve tried to learn more about it because of you and our friendship. You’re a great friend Anthony, you took me in when I needed someone to care about me. I just want to know and understand you better.”

    I was surprised and a bit in awe of him, I’m amazed that Nick, a straight Italian stud of a man, who could bed just about anyone he pleased, male or female, would want to learn more about guys like me and why we prefer to be with our own, sexually.

    “Before we go any further Tony, you should know that I’ve been to Boy’s Town three times lately. I’ve had anonymous sex there each time I went, I got a glory hole blowjob each time. I can’t deny that each time it felt fantastic. Knowing there is a complete stranger on the other side with your cock in his mouth is truly exciting.

    I know that you like to look at my body and to be honest, I like the fact that you think me to be sexually attractive. I want you to understand Tony. I went there to those places to see if I could actually do it. It’s all so new to me and I don’t want anything at all to come between you and me as friends. I was afraid that if you and I tried it and either of us hated it, it wouldn’t hurt our friendship.’ Can you understand that?

    “I need sex, Tony. Watching a guy suck my cock is a huge turn on. In an odd and freaky way, it even makes me feel closer to you. Do you think that someday…not now…but someday do you think…aw hell Tony, do you think that we ever could do that together.”

    I was dumbstruck, I couldn’t speak.

    “C’mon Tony, say something…I need sex at least a couple of times a week, more if I’m lucky…and you, you need someone too. I’m not asking you to suck my cock. I want to lie in bed with our naked bodies pressed together. Your smooth nakedness is so different from me, you’re such a turn on for a hairy ape like me and you are so lean and smooth. 

    Right now, I’m certain that it will be a cold day in hell when I trust a woman again Tony, but I know that no matter what the situation, I know I can trust you to have my back.

    Hmm, that’s another thing. What will we need to do to try anal sex? Do you think you could do that with me? One of the guys that gave me a blowjob wanted me to fuck his butt but I refused. I remembered you saying that you had to care for the person you’re with. Now with my life so recently turned upside down, you’re the only person I truly care about that way. I know it’s strange and maybe a little perverted, but I am curious.”

    I was so dumbfounded that I fell back onto the sofa. Nick’s voice asking if we could ever have sex together kept running through my mind.

    “Now what do you say about this movie, Anthony, you want to watch it with me or not?”

    I had some classwork that had to be done as well as some time alone needed to digest all that Nick had just said. 1 asked him to wait for an hour while I finished up a final edit of my resume. 

    What I really did was to try and think things out about the movie. Like Nick, I really don’t want to do anything to cause trouble with our friendship. On the other hand the possibility that my first gay sexual experience would be with Nick, the man I’ve dreamed about and fantasized about for years made my cock rock hard in seconds.

    When I returned to the living room Nick had the movie loaded and ready for the DVD. I sat down as on the sofa with Nick but at the other end as far from his as the sofa would allow.

    “How are we gonna kiss you with you that far away, Tony.?”

    “KISS ME!”

    “Yes, Doofus, you! Haven’t you figured out by now that I want us to try this man sex thing together? I already love you as my Brother-in-law, er…correction, my soon to be ex-brother-in-law and my best friend. If we can work out this sex thing we’ll be untouchable Tony. After Rosetta, I’m done with women. I know that no matter what, I can always trust you to be my friend. It’s you I want to be with Anthony.”

    Looking over to Nick I nodded slightly. “Okay, Nick we’ll try it. But I would really rather not use the movie, let’s just go to bed and see what happens between us. Anything we do will be a first for me. I can hardly wait to lay down beside you.”

    Nick jumped up and reached out to pull me off the sofa. He led me to my bedroom and started unbuttoning my shirt while I reached for the top button on his jeans. Nick ripped off his tee shirt as I pulled mine free. Stepping closer, Nick Stared into my eyes and put his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him. A tremor raced through my body as our chests touched. Nick pulled me even closer and kissed my neck just below my ear.

    “Relax Tony, it’s just me, Nick.

    I knew before he released our hug that this was going to work out. Both of us had raging hard cocks grinding against each other. Nick began to lean in toward me and I saw his eyes close just before his tongue traced along my lower lip. I opened to him and we both moaned in delight as all sorts of fireworks played in my brain.

    We lay on the bed, each still hard and each still in our jeans. I was on my back and Nick lay partially on my side and chest. 

    “Wow! Anthony! That was some kiss, my shorts are already drenched and we’ve just kissed once.”

    Having realized a long-held dream of making out with Nick I moved from under him and lay on top of him…my lips searched out his hard nipples and I lightly bit and tongued them making his back arch and his hand held my head against his hard nipple.

    “Anthony! Are you sure you’ve never done this before, I’ve never been kissed like that in my life! Come, we need to get out of these jeans, I want to kiss and taste every inch of you.”

    I actually gasped when I pushed Nick’s jeans over his hips and let them fall to the floor where he stepped away from them. Pulling me up from the bed he pushed my jeans to the floor and knelt in front of me as he inspected my cock. Without touching me he inspected my throbbing, drooling cock as it bobbed near his face. He looked up at me and gently wrapped his fingers and hand around it. Another clear pearl of pre-cum oozed from my slit, with a forefinger he wiped the pearl away and touched it to his tongue.

    As he stood, I reached for him and took his substantial cock into my hand. A shiver of excitement coursed through my body as I held my prize in my hand…Nick’s magnificent seven-inch cock throbbed in my palm. It must be at least seven inches in circumference as well that much in length. My fingers didn’t meet as I slowly began to jack him, but Whatever it’s size I know that it will be perfect for me. 

    “I’ve wanted to do this with you since that first time you came to our house to take Rosie out for a date.”

    Keeping my eyes locked with his, I leaned over and licked the pre-cum just about ready to slide down his corona. My tongue swirled a few times around his crown until I slowly took him inch by inch as my mouth made love to his beautiful cock. I was surprised that I didn’t gag due to his size, I just slowly took all of him into my throat inch by inch and began making swallowing motions like I’ve seen in the porn videos.

    Nick cried out and held my head as his hips involuntarily jackhammered his cock in my mouth. I soon discovered the man scent at his crotch, so manly and intoxicating. I wrapped an arm around his hips and encircled his perfect little butt to keep him from falling onto the bed.

    “OH GOD Anthony! I never knew anything could feel like this. I see what you mean when you wanted it to be someone you cared for. I’m going to try and do that for you, I want to do this for us, Anthony. We’ve taken a new direction tonight. I’m learning to love you in a new and different way.

    He gave me another toe curling kiss before he started moving down my body. The things he does with his lips and tongue drive me to distraction. Several times we’ve eased back to keep our impending orgasms at bay. 

    Nick spent a lot of time kissing and licking my mid-section and the flat lower stomach between the navel and my pubic bush. When he put his hot, wet mouth on my hipbone and sucked it there I almost lost it. I never had a clue that my hip would be a hot spot making me even wilder for him.

    His lips rested just above the base of my cock. I heard and felt him taking a deep breath to smell and taste me there. Without moving his head he took my cock in hand and held it against his cheek. Gently his tongue lapped at my shaft. He began to move about and at every position, he kept my hard cock in hand and against his closed lips.

    With my cock still in his hand I heard Nick gasp he rolled my testicles over and between the fingers on his other hand, It was me gasping when Nick sucked a testicle into his warm mouth, I moaned loudly, calling his name.

    Emboldened by his exploration of my body he took a firm hold of my cock and stared into my eyes as he pulled it down to touch his lips. His eyes were halfway shrouded and I could see that he is caught up and completely mesmerized by the absolute power of a man’s cock as it nears orgasm.

    Nick was on auto-pilot, he knew what he had to do next. He knew that this was his big test. Could he take my cock into his mouth and satisfy my long-held dream? Closing his eyes and opening his mouth Nick took the corona of my cock into his hot mouth. We both moaned as my cock continued its slow, inch by inch journey into Nick’s mouth. Once my cock was inside his mouth and throat Nick’s eyes flew open and he looked triumphant as he eagerly began sucking my engorged cock. He was now past being concerned about the social bugaboos associated with two men enjoying each others mind and body. I could tell that Nick seemed to enjoy sucking my cock. As I felt my orgasm begin, I pulled him off and up to lay with me, I wasn’t ready for this to end. 

    I could taste my cock in his kiss, Lying face to face I molded my body against him and held him there, both with semi-erect cocks jutting out from our well-spent bodies 

    After Nick’s trip around my body, every nerve in me tingled and throbbed. I wasted no time in moving to his crotch, I pried his hard cock away from his lower stomach and quickly sucked him into my mouth. Every nerve circuit in my body was on overload as I sucked all of his hard, fat cock deep into my mouth. On the third try, his glans slipped down my gullet and I had all of him inside me. 

    In just moments he was urging me to pull off before his orgasm came. His pleading only served to make me suck and bob on his cock faster. I was a male rut, nothing he could do or say at that moment would sway me from drinking his semen from his impending orgasm.

    I moaned again as his semen filled my mouth, I tried hard to get it all but some leaked out of my lips and fell on his churning testicles. Nick’s body tensed under me and he screamed my name as his semen filled me. 

    I’m not sure if we passed out or we just dozed off once Nick’s body relaxed and stopped quivering. It was after one AM when Nick rose from the bed to go to the bath. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came back into the room.

    “Are you okay Nick? I asked

    “I’ll have to tell you later Tony, my muscles are sore from that unbelievable orgasm. We’ll have to wait a while but I want you to feel what I felt Tony. That was simply amazing, I had no clue that any two men could create such sexual satisfaction together. 

    “Any regrets Tony? 

    “ No regrets, Nick, we’ve answered the questions about us having sex and it not ruining our friendship. I feel closer to you than ever but it is so much more than friendship I’m feeling.”

    We moved to the kitchen and each drank a glass of water. As we stood there, both naked, and looking at each other, we got the giggles and wound up on the sofa laughing like two Hyenas. The giggles subsided into a hugging and kissing session as we lay on the sofa. 

    “I’m so glad I waited Nick, I’ve had the best now, I’ll never need anyone else. But I do feel the need to kiss you right now. This is so much more than I ever dreamed it could be.

    I’m yours for the taking Nick, anytime, anywhere.”

    “Then you’re okay with us doing this Tony, it isn’t too weird for you.?”

    “Yes Nick, we’re okay, we’re still best friends and now we’ve added off the chart, super hot, man to man sex to our friendship. What we have now is more than a friendship I know but there’s no need to name or label it yet. 

    “This is new, it is something that is just ours, Nick, it’s just between you and me. My only problem now is that I want to hug and kiss you all the time now.”

    “We need to recharge for a few hours, Tony. Let’s go to bed and sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.”

    We decided to sleep in Nick’s room because his sheets weren’t soaked with our sweat and semen. Once we were in bed, Nick spooned up to me and put an arm over my side and held me close to him as we slept. 

    It was nearly nine AM when we woke on Sunday Morning. I had been awake for more than an hour, I know it must have been fifteen minutes or more that I lay in bed watching my beautiful Nick sleep. Yes! He is mine now. Jeez, I love saying that. 

    I left our bed and made coffee, picked up the Sunday Trib from the front door and I was scanning the front page when a very sleepy, tousled-haired, Nicolas Gioretti came into the kitchen. He didn’t utter a word, he just walked to me, knelt on one knee and hugged me to him as I sat in the chair. He looked up to my eyes and leaned in a kissed me with his lips closed.

    “Good morning Tony, I hope you are as satisfied with what we did last night as I am. I never knew it was possible for two men to create such unbelievable sexual pleasure. No…it’s more than just pleasure. Our orgasms were both physical pleasure and exquisite emotional feelings toward each other. I’d say that for first timers, we did pretty good together Tony. Of course, we’ll have to practice that a lot. Two or three times a day out to be just about right, don’t ya think?

    When I stood up to get more coffee, Nick rose with me and pulled me into his arms. 

    “I think I may be ruined, Tony. All I want to do is take you back to our bed and start last night all over again.”

    “We need food and a bit of fresh air before we restart what we did last night, let’s go find a nice Sunday Brunch place and maybe take a short walk on the Beach at the Lake. Then we can go back to the apartment and see if we can remember all the things we did last night.”

    “Okay Anthony, we’ll do whatever you wish. I’ll call Mom and we’ll have our brunch with them. Then a brisk walk at the Lake. After that, it’s my turn and I want you in my bed, naked and ready to make love.”

    “Love? Nick?”

    “Yes, I said love Anthony. Isn’t that what we did last night.?

    Nick was quiet, he just sat there staring into my eyes, waiting for my answer.

    “Yes Nick, than is exactly what we did.” 

    After a wonderful brunch at his Mom and Pop’s place we walked the lakefront for a bit then hailed a cab to take us back to the apartment in Edison Park. Once we were back home, Nick went into his old room and shut the door. A few minutes later, he emerged wearing nothing but a condom. I had to laugh, Nick, my dream man for more than ten years is coming on to me. 

    He’s kissing me, feeling me up and rubbing his body all over me. When he knelt to mouth my cock through my jeans, I shed my shirt and tee and slithered out of my jeans in five seconds. Seeing Nick’s beautiful body has my cock rising to the occasion. Before I was fully hard, Nick was on his knees as he sucked me deep into his throat. 

    Feeling his urgency I knelt with him and we lay out on the floor in the sixty-nine position and began our mutual satisfaction. This was a new and unexpected development. Neither of us could concentrate on giving the other pleasure due to the pleasure received by our partner. After only a few minutes Nick stood and pulled me up with him and we went back to his bed again.

    Emboldened by last night’s success, Nick moved between my legs and took my cock deep into his throat in only two strokes. Once he got into his rhythm I felt his fingers straying to my anus, lightly fingering my wrinkled opening there. From some hidden place, he produced a tube of lube and began to ply two fingers in and out of my rectum. I must admit that his fingers did feel good teasing me there.

    After a particularly long kissing session, Nick raised my legs up against my chest and slowly worked his way inside me with those two fingers again, When he turned his finger inside me and stroked the prostate gland I screamed loudly.

    “Jeez, Nick! What was that? Do it again…OH MY GOD, More! More fingers. Play with my ass, Nick. Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

    With more lube and more fingers Nick managed to loosen my rectal muscles as he kept his fingers playing in my butt. When he added the fourth finger and had my hand in him up to my thumb, I pushed back on his hand as he moved his fingers inside me. 

    Nick withdrew his hand and left only one finger to stroke Tony’s prostate gland. Tony moaned and raised his hard little butt in the air and his face on the mattress. Nick leaned forward and whispered in his ear,

    “I’m going to fuck you now Anthony, It will hurt at first but you’ll love it in just a few minutes.”

    Due to his preparations, Nick’s corona easily slipped inside Tony’s rectum. His gasp stopped me and I held us as still as possible. I sweet talked to him telling him how wonderful he is, how he never knew that we could do such wonderful things together. When I felt a gentle tug on the back of my thighs I knew Tony wanted more of my cock inside him.

    Slowly I fed my throbbing cock inside him, he never complained and when I ground hard against him at the limit of my penetration Tony’s eyes opened in surprise. He knew he all of me now. 

    I remembers what a new friend had once told me about anal sex. 

    “Once a man gets his nut with a hard cock deep inside his butt, he will be hooked for life. The only feeling better than fucklng your dream man is getting your nut while a hard cock is pounding your ass. Nothing else, no one else will ever do from that moment on.

    Through all of this, it was Tony that was the vocal one, giving directions.

    “Fuck me hard Nick,.Bust my butt, fuck me, Tony. Do it, fuck me HARDER!

    Oh Jeez, Nick…it’s starting…CUM WITH ME…Oh, Nick…JEEZ.

    “You’re so good Tony! You gotta do this to me.”

    “JEEZUS TONY I’ gonna cum TONY! I’m gonna cum, I feel it. KISS ME, OH FUCK…nothing ‘s ever been like this Tony. FUCK ME, LOVE ME…aw damn Tony…I’m cumming…holy fuck…TONY!”FUCK ME Nicky…oh god, at last, you’re mine all mine OH fuck we gotta do it again.”Both of us were completely frazzled. Completely spent in the soaring sensations of our newly found passion and our overwhelming desire for each. We lay facing each other, each drenched in sweat, our hair plastered to our skin. I can’t remember ever being so completely tired as well as being so completely satisfied. 

    “Uh…Nick?

    Yeah, Tony…

    “You still think you need that apartment over by the College” Campus?”

    “We’ll go over there when we can walk again…you need to see it, we can either stay here or move, but we’re gonna be together no matter where we are.”

    The Beginning.


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  • Gardener (Excerpt)

    Gardener

    Written by B.J. Smyth

    I sit at my desk in the study, switch on my computer, and stare at the screen whilst the software loads. I’m still wondering how I can get Jacob into bed; his body is so hot, I want him. The computer is ready, so I spend the next couple of hours working on my review of the latest movie I watched, trying to keep focussed on my writing, although my mind keeps wandering to Jacob and what he would like naked. After two hours, I decide to have a brief sleep due to the rough night I had. Laying on the bed in my boxers and T-shirt, my thoughts drift back to Jacob as my eyes flicker and close, the lack of sleep catching up with me.

    Suddenly, I see him standing at the bedroom door, his body still sweaty and dirty, his hair swept back from his face. He stares at me laying on the bed, his gorgeous, green eyes looking down from my face to my groin.

         “I knocked and there was no answer, but the door was open so I came to find you,” he says as he steps into the bedroom.

         I lay still on the bed, frozen, surprised to see Jacob. Looking down my body, I see my seven-inch, uncut cock hard as hell, standing to attention through the opening in my boxers. Pushing it back into my shorts, I jump up from the bed.

         “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you knock.” My voice trembles with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

         Jacob walks over, standing so close I can feel the heat from his sweating body against my skin.

         “No need to be sorry,” he says, his eyes fixed on mine I’m unable to look away as I stare back at him.

         His hands slide around my waist as he pulls me roughly against him, my hard cock pressing into him. I feel his lips, hot and wet, touch mine. They taste of sweat. As he kisses me, his tongue licks my lips, then slips into my mouth, tangling with my tongue as he explores inside of my mouth. He pulls away, then slides my T-shirt up my body and takes it off over my head. His hands slide down my back and slip under the waistband of my shorts. The skin on his hands feels rough as he grabs my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, he hugs me closer.

         He softly nibbles and kisses my neck. I slide my hands around his waist, my smooth fingers gliding over his sweaty body, giving him the sign to continue. He bites my ear lobe and stretches it away from my ear, his breath hot as he breathes. His fingers slide between my arse cheeks, searching out my hole, he circles it with one finger whilst he continues biting my neck. I collapse against him as my body gives in to the pleasure from his fingers and pain of his bites. My cock now throbs against him, making my shorts wet as pre-cum leaks from the head.

         “Is this what you want, Mr Finlay?” he whispers into my ear.

         “Yes,” was all I could reply.

         My body shivers as his finger pushes deeper into me, circling and stretching my hole with each twist. His mouth returns to mine, kissing me as my fingernails dig into his back, pulling him tighter to my body, his sweat and dirt rubbing off onto my chest as we writhe together passionately, the intense smell of his sweat turning me on even more. Moving from my mouth, he kisses down the side of my neck as he lowers himself to his knees. His tongue licks down my chest and belly until his face is in front of my cock. He pulls my boxer shorts to the floor, my hard cock pointing towards his mouth. I feel his tongue lick the shaft before circling the head, my pre-cum mixing with his saliva as his mouth slides over the head. I let out a loud moan of pleasure, grabbing his hair. His tongue plays with my cock as it slides in and out of his mouth.

         I grip my hands tight to his long, black hair as I thrust my cock into his mouth, my breathing getting heavier with each push. His hands slide up the back of my legs as his fingers push between my arse cheeks, entering my hole as my cock continues thrusting in and out of his mouth. I feel my balls tightening as I reach the point of no return, I ram my cock deep into his mouth as the cum explodes into his throat. He sucks my cock dry as he swallows my load. I hold onto his shoulders to steady myself as my legs tremble with pleasure from the orgasm.

         Jacob stands up and hugs me tight, kissing me, and I taste my cum in his mouth.

         “Bend over and put your hands on the bed,” he says in a deep, demanding tone.

         I do as he says and place my hands on the bed, my arse bare and open to him. I love a man who takes control. I feel his rough hands gliding over my arse, then his wet tongue circling my hole, his hands pulling my cheeks apart so he can lick deep, pushing his tongue into my hole. After a while, he stands and I hear him undoing the zip in his cargo pants. I know what is coming next, the cock I have been aching for in many dreams. His cock head pushes between my cheeks; it feels thick and rigid as he grabs my hips and rams his full length into me. I call out at the pain as his cock rips into me. It must be at least ten inches, but this is what I have wanted for so long.

         He holds his cock deep inside me, allowing my arse to relax, then after a while he pulls out a little then pushes back deep into me. I moan noisily and push back against him, trying to get him deeper inside. He begins with slow thrusts, pulling his cock entirely out of me and ramming it back deep inside me. I moan and grind back against him. This is the fuck I have been waiting for and now it’s happening. His thrusts get faster and he pounds my arse, his cargo pants rubbing against my skin as he grinds his cock deep into me. My hands grip the duvet tight as he fucks me hard.

  • A TS Friend

    This is continuation of the series posted earlier with the titles “A TS Friend: Part 1” and  “A TS Friend: Part 2”


    I went home drained after unloading so much of myself into Kim in the suv. I had said good bye to her at her door and was driving home. I got home at a decent hour and went to bed. The following day at work I could only think about how wild a time we had together and began fantasizing about the whole affair when my cell phone went off.

    Amazingly enough, it was Kim sending me a text inviting me to her place that evening for a barbecue and to sit around the pool in her back yard. After work I went home and changed, putting my swim trunks on underneath a pair of shorts and ditching my shirt and tie for a t-shirt. I arrived at her place about 5:30 p.m. and she answered the door wearing a yellow pastel bikini. I hadn’t realized how curvy she truly was until I saw those big boobs of hers poking over the top of her bikini. It was then I heard another girl’s voice.

    A rather shapely well tanned girl with long black hair appeared and introduced herself as Julie. She was also wearing a bikini but hers was turquois blue. She also had a substantial large set of breasts poking out of her top as well. Julie said, “Well now that he is here lets go out back and get whats left of the sunshine.” Kim and I followed closely behind Julie as she lead us through the house to the pool in the backyard. 

    The girls laid down on their lounge chairs. Kim rolled over on her stomach and undid her bikini top strings, Julie remained sitting up but was rubbing down around her crotch. I could tell immediately that she was a shemale too. Two hot ladies in the open, next to a pool with sun gradually going down was like a dream. Julie stood up, grabbed a beer from an icebox lying next to Kim and handed over to me. I was a bit nervous and very much aroused with two gorgeous beauties around me in bikinis. She then started walking towards the pool and suggested me to join. 

    Without thinking much I took off my tshirt, shorts and walked towards the pool while Julie jumped inside the pool. I sat on the edge with my legs hanging inside water and beer in my hand. Julie was near other edge of the pool and was floating on her back. My eyes were appreciating her big boobs and nice legs all this time. Within couple of seconds she started to head in my direction and got on her feet right next to me. Pool was about 4 and a half feet deep where I was sitting. She came close and kept her hands on my thighs with her eyes staring in my eyes. She had a very sexy and seductive smile all this time and she started rubbing her hands on my thighs. I was hard in a flash and kept my beer on the side while Julie’s hands were shifting from my thighs to my back. As soon as she reached my back, she pulled me inside the pool with a short loud laugh.

    She did not waste any time and hugged me while pushing me against the wall of the pool. Next thing I realized was her hands cupping my butts and her fingers trying to tease my ass over my swim trunks. She started to gently kiss my cheeks and kept moving towards my lips. After couple of kisses on my lips she started sucking my lower lip with one of her hand then aggressively rubbing my ass crack up and down. I could feel her monster cock growing against my stomach while all this was happening. 

    My hands were on her back and I was trying to suck her lips whenever I had a chance. While I was rubbing her back with my hands, I felt Julie’s tongue enter my mouth and must have explored every corner of my mouth in few seconds. She was rubbing her cock on my stomach with her aggressive pelvis thrusts. While all this was going on I felt someone’s legs slide in the pool on my each side. Before I could see who it was, I felt someone grabbed my hairs and turned my head. It was Kim sitting nude on the edge of the pool and as soon as my face was half way around, she leaned forward and started kissing me. Julie stepped back and turned me around and I was facing Kim while we were still kissing. Kim then moved her hand to the back of my head while our tongues were rubbing each other. 

    Julie took off her her bikini and pushed me tight against the wall of the pool and hugged me tight from behind. Her fingers started playing with my nipples while she started sucking and kissing my neck. I was able to hear Julie’s heavy breathing and light moans on my neck while her long and fat cock was grinding against my ass over my swim tanks. The feeling of Julie’s boobs on my back and her cock rubbing against my ass got me to the edge and was getting hard to not cum. 

    Kim then broke the kiss and pushed my head down on her cock with one hand while she held her cock up with other. Her cock was not extremely hard but was still long and thick. She forcefully pushed my head down as soon as my lips touched her cock. She then forced my head up and down few times with her strong grip on my hairs. I felt the blood rushing into her cock and it was getting stiff very quickly while it was getting taller every passing moment. I started moving my head up and down on her cock and she then leaned back with her hands resting on the group behind her back. My mouth was going up and down gently on Kim’s cock, Julie lowered my trunks with her hands up to about knee height and then lowered them further onto the pool floor with her foot. She then spread my legs by pushing my feet apart using her feet. I felt her hand pressing against my ass and rubbing it. Julie held my hairs with her other hand and pushed my head down all the way until Kim’s cock disappeared in my mouth. This continued for few seconds until Julie started pushing one of her fingers in my ass and started finger fucking me. The feeling of a moving finger in my ass was a little weird at first but I started enjoying it in no time. Julie then moved another finger in and eventually 4 of her fingers were screwing me while I was getting an expert on sucking a cock. 

    Julie then left my hair and removed her fingers from my ass. I kind of knew what was going to happen and was very nervous. She came behind me, held onto my waist and started grinding her rock hard cock on my ass. She then held her cock with one hand and started teasing my ass by sling her cock head up and down in my ass crack. This continued for a minute or two before she spread her legs a little and placed her cock head on my rear opening. She gently started pushing it in. The water in the pool was serving as good lubricant. After Julie handed me the beer earlier, this was the first time she was being gentle with me and was very slowly trying to push her cock head in me. She must have been an expert in popping cherries as she knew exactly how my ass would get ready for her cock and she was not fighting that. The fear of huge monster trying to trespass was gradually turning into excitement and my sphincter was starting to relax. Julie was not pushing any harder but her cock started to cover more ground within few minutes. She was still holding onto my hips with one hand and her cock in other. Her cock head finally made it inside and was a little painful. She immidiately paused there and held my hips with both of her hands. While her cock head was resting in my rear, I was getting abrupt with sucking Kim’s cock. 

    Kim probably did not like that as she slapped me on my face and called me bitch. She then grabbed my hair, held my head still while she started thrusting her hips to fuck my face. Kim was getting very aggressive and was fucking my mouth very fast with grunts and moans out of her mouth. Julie was taking her time to settle her big piece of meat in my rear and was gradually pumping it a little bit until she got all if it inside of me. She gradually started to increase pace and was pulling more of her cock out and in with every thrust. At times I felt her balls were touching mine in water. The sound of water being moved between me and Julie kept getting louder as she kept increasing pace. 

    Kim’s thrusts were getting faster and her moans louder. I could feel her cock swelling inside my mouth and the tempo getting a little abrupt. Within seconds Kim unloaded in my mouth and again leaned back while she kept moaning with pleasure. My mouth was full of her semen and I felt few shots draining down my throat while I spit the rest of it out on the floor. Julie was not bothered with what was happening around her and was screwing me as if it was her last fuck. She then suddenly pulled her cock out and turned me around to push me back against the wall. She then held my neck with one hand and asked me to raise my legs. I kept my elbows on the floor around Kim’s thunder thighs and raised my legs up. Julie then left my neck and pulled my legs up and placed them on her shoulders. My mid half was still under water and Julie then stepped forward. That pushed my legs against my chest and that raised my ass up a little bit. Her cock was vigorously searching for the hole and after couple of unsuccessful attempts Julie placed it on my hole and pushed it all the way me with a single stroke. She immediately picked up pace and was screwing my ass mercilessly again.

    While Julie was fucking me hard and fast, Kim leaned forward and turned my head around to kiss me. We were kissing each other very passionately while she was also pinching and playing with my nipples. I felt very exciting sensation in my nipples for some reason. Julie’s fat cock was rubbing my prostate and it was getting very hard for me to hold myself anymore. Within few minutes my cock shot a huge load in the water. I kept cuming for more than 30 seconds with every thrust of Julie. It did not take long for Julie either and she finally unloaded in my ass. I felt as if a very warm jelly being discharged in me. Julie was moaning and kept pushing her cock in and out of me slowly for few minutes while she kept cumin in my ass.

    She then finally pulled out her cock very slowly and let my legs land on the floor again. She stepped forward, cupped my butts in her hands and started sucking my nipple. She was licking and biting on it as well. Kim broke the kiss and started licking the inside of my ear. She whispered that I am her bitch from now on. Julie moved from my nipple to my neck and then to my mouth to suck my lips. After breaking the kiss Julie thanked Kim for sharing me. Julie also told me that they will not be gentle next time as they are going to tie me up to slap my face and ass. It was almost dark by then and we enjoyed the barbecue for a little bit all naked in the backyard.


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  • Master Eric

    Isn’t peculiar how a strange gift may sometimes emerge from a beautiful wrapping. Bearing in mind that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Erik was packaged magnificently. I had always found mega masculinity intoxicating, and Erik was ultra-butch. Most people with ‘sexual-orientation paralysis,’ would find it very difficult to believe he was gay. He had the brooding demeanour of a hardliner, with dark hair and dark eyes. Erik was one person you simply did not want to look for shit with. There was a rumour that a former lover of his had been hospitalized years before, after a beating by Erik, but that was never fully substantiated.

    We were part of the same circle of acquaintances and a couple named Phillip and Roddy were our common denominators. Roddy and I did business together. P & R, as they were referred to, regularly had manic parties at their home. After the bulk of their guests, ‘not in the know’ had left one of their gatherings, things got pretty hectic afterward and their fuck parties were legendary. I was, ‘in the know but not interested,’ and always left their functions at an appropriate time.

    This is where I first met Erik. Hot as he was, I always extricated myself from his company ASAP. I was intrigued by him and had heard that he was unbelievable in the bedroom, but he frightened me. At all the P & R gatherings Erik always had a subservient partner at his side, which always treated Eric with deference, almost as if fearful of him.

    A month or so later, I was sitting at a gay bar one Saturday evening when I felt a tap on my back. When I turned Erik stood before me.

    “Alone at last,” he said, as he tweaked one of my nipples. He was fully attired in black, wearing a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, and black jeans. Looking as rough as always Erik’s malevolent eyes bore into me. “Can I buy you another beer Wesley?” he asked.

    “Sure,” I said, as I glugged the last drop from the bottle I had been nursing. Leaning into me with his crotch rubbing my knee, he ordered two more beers.

    Handing me my beer he asked, “Why do you always avoid me at P & R’s parties?”

    “Well you always have company,” I said, making a lame excuse.

    “You also never stay on at the parties. Aren’t we good enough for you?” He inquired.

    “I just don’t do the group thing, Erik, it’s not my scene,” I responded.

    After observing me for a long while he said “You know I’m going to fuck you tonight,” as he tweaked my other nipple slightly harder. “Time to find out what you’ve been missing,” he continued smiling salaciously.

    Again grinding his crotch into my knee he gripped the back of my head and kissed me hard. Finally breaking apart he challenged me, “Are you up for some tough love?” he asked before lustfully licking my mouth. I was almost beside myself with horniness. Frightened as I was, my arse was twitching in anticipation.

    ‘One night,’ I thought to myself, ‘what the fuck, it’s just one night!’

    I had walked to the bar from my apartment earlier and soon we were in his pickup on the way to his smallholding.

    Once there, we stood around talking as we consumed our beers. Out of the blue he commanded, “Time to fuck.”

    I was then led by the arm to his bedroom. As we began stripping Erik only got better looking. His body was magnificent and his cock was more than respectable. Walking to his cupboard Erik retrieved a studded leather harness that he put on. He then placed two studded leather bands around his wrists, before finally pulling a leather skullcap over his head. Only his nose, mouth, and ears were visible once the cap was on. Erik then approached me before put an identical skullcap on my head, before a thick studded dog collar was placed around my neck.

    I was becoming very nervous and asked, “This isn’t going to be too hectic, is it Erik?”

    Leaning in he bit me on my ear. “Two things you should know baby, firstly I’m Master Erik, and secondly, a bitch does as he is told. Slaves don’t make requests or have opinions. Are we clear on that?” he growled.

    “Yes Master Erik,” I replied, petrified.

    “Now it’s time to teach you some manners,” he said sitting on the bed and pulling my body onto him, with my legs on either side of his left knee. With my torso held down by his left hand, his right hand began spanking me. I began to yelp as the intensity of the spanks escalated to my delight and I was astonished by how powerful he was. Much as I flailed, his vicelike grip held me firmly.

    Pausing for a few seconds, he said, “I always thought you were a snooty little bitch. Tonight I’m going to purge all the ‘high and mighty’ shit out of you and you’ll be tamed for good. You can scream as much as you like, but out here nobody will hear you… Besides, I like a noisy bitch and I am going to make sure you make a lot of noise.”

    “Please Erik, please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded.

    “Who are you addressing?” He yelled.

    “Please, sir… I mean Master Erik,” I countered meekly, intrigued by his actions. Grabbing me by the dog collar, he dragged my body onto the bed on my stomach. Sitting on my torso he pulled two restraints from either side of his headboard, before securing my wrist tightly. Additional restraints were then placed around each of my ankles, spread-eagling me on his bed.

    As he walked to his cupboard he snarled, “I am going to teach you never to disrespect my name with your cheek ever again.” With a backward glance, I saw him approaching with a thick leather belt.

    ‘Oh fuck’ I thought, ‘what have I let myself in for.’ I heard a swishing sound followed by a slap, and then a stinging sensation. The fucking pain was unbelievable.

    “No,” I cried, “Please Nooo,” I pleaded again, but the punishment just went on and on. I started pissing myself with ecstasy, which drove him to greater heights. Crying out, sobbing, and pleading, I begged for mercy.

    “You’ve pissed on my bed you sissy,” he screamed as his arm methodically pounded my arse. Finally, he stopped as my body heaved in delirious agony. I then observed him moving back to his cupboard. I went into shock as he pulled a massive ribbed dildo out of his cupboard.

    “Time to open you up properly you prissy bitch,” he said as approached me. I thanked goodness as he began smearing lube on the huge object and on my backside. Wedging the tip of the dildo in my hole I felt the pressure begin to build. Pushing in further and further my manhole began to dilate as the dildo forced me open more and more.

    After my whipping, I wasn’t sure what was hurting more, my hole or my butt cheeks. As the huge dildo plunged ever deeper I began howling.

    “Scream for daddy you bitch, fuck yeah, scream… scream you fucking bitch!” Erik yelled as he began pumping my sphincter with the thick sex-toy.

    Pulling it out a while later Erik delightfully proclaimed, “Fuck yeah… look at that gaping hole. Fuck me, that’s awesome, you bitch, fuck yeah!” before the object then got plunged straight back into me as the hammering escalated.

    “Please,” I begged in a prolonged howl.

    “Louder bitch… scream louder!” Erik responded as I shrieked in compliance. Pulling the dildo out, Erik jumped onto my back and plunged his cock straight into me. As he fucked me manically he began slapping my face. “Where your manners slut… Why aren’t you thanking me?” Erik yelled.

    “Thank you, sir,” I whimpered, as he alternated between slapping and stabbing my butt.

    “I didn’t hear you bitch,” he said in a threatening voice.

    “Thank you, sir,” I haltingly gasped louder. Erik then really got into full stride and on outstretch arms, commenced bouncing on me frenziedly.

    “Aaargh,” Erik growled as he bred my traumatized butt. Slumping onto me after, Erik panted in my ear.

    We lay like that for some time before he got up proclaiming, “The time for your final subjugation has arrived.” As Erik began lubricating his hand and arm, I went into a state of shock. Within a minute four of his fingers were churning in my backside. When his knuckles broke through I thought my life had ended. As he began agitating his hand I was gasping in panic. His attack was controlled at first, but before long my arse was being punch-fucked.

    In, out, in, out, on and on, he opened me. My gasps and groans turned into grunts as he pulverized my butt hole. His horny moans of approval were totally animalistic. Upon retracting his arm, Erik again jumped onto me and humped the hell out of my backside. When he was done he left the room and I fell asleep from the sheer exhaustion of my ordeal shortly after.

    When I awoke in the morning I found that I had been untied and was alone on the bed. Ten minutes later Erik entered the room announcing that breakfast was ready.

    I followed him through to the dining room and soon we were enjoying a wonderful meal. After asking me about my plans for the day, I fabricated a story about having been invited out for lunch.

    An hour later I was relieved to be back in my apartment. For the next two days my backside felt like it had come off second best in a heavyweight boxing contest. Strangely, as the following week wore on I kept thinking about Erik. An even stranger fact was that when I did so, I got a hard-on.

    As I sat in the bar the following Saturday evening I observed him entering. I was about to bale, but before I could even think of doing so he stood before me. I lowered my eyes in submission. Lifting my head with his thumb and his first finger he asked, “Hello Wes, did you think about me this week?”

    “Yes,” I replied, feebly.

    “Good, and did you get a stiffy when you thought about me?” he inquired. I nodded a pathetic yes.

    “It’s not always going to be so hectic, but I had to break you in,” he retorted. Again, I nodded.

    “Let’s have a few more beers and head back to my place,” he concluded. 

    As I sat in his pickup next to him I had a knot in my stomach and a hard-on in my pants…


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  • Right time, Small space

    Just recently I had an experience I had to share. I wrote some time ago about my first anal at the hands of a rapist which however how frightening, actually turned out fantastic. I met up with him later and unfortunately the second time was nowhere near the first (To be fair, it had an extremely hard act to follow. My expectations were unreasonable I know – any I digress…) but I’ll tell that story another day. This happened just a couple of months ago and I am still shaking just thinking about it!

    A few months ago, some of my coworkers and I were planning a trip to Las Vegas and met over my apartment to finalize the details. It was four of us, all married except myself, called it “the boys weekend.” Now I never thought of any of these guys sexually and I was sure they all were straight. I live a straight lifestyle and no one knows my secret luster for men (well, transsexuals actually) at least I thought. Though I’m still not 100% sure – let me finish the story. While one of my buddies, a coworker -let’s call him Bobby – was in my bathroom I caught a glimpse of him out the corner of my eye. He was looking at one of the magazines I left in the bathroom. Now all of the mags are straight porn (5 in all) but one is all hot black trannies getting banged. I wasn’t sure it was the one until I checked later after they left. However, when I noticed him, he was definitely aroused and was quite uncomfortable when he exited the bathroom and joined us. Bobby is a quiet nerdy guy, small in stature and actually very good looking. Now Bobby, would definitely be someone I would think was gay if he wasn’t married (for what that’s worth anyway). He has an effeminate demeanor and long brown hair and pretty blue eyes with soft facial features. I would have never embarrassed him by exposing him at the time, but when I realized it was the tranny mag that got him hard – I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

    Every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about him! I imagine him sucking my dick real gently (like I love it!) and me cumming hard in his mouth, I even imagined me fucking him. His long hair covering his face as I’m holding both of his ankles driving my penis into his ass. The fantasies were so vivid, every time I would see him (we work at the same firm) I would get hard. He never seemed to notice or so I believe but the subsequent events are a little unclear.

    Cutting to the chase, we all get the tickets, we’re leaving on a Thursday morning and we’re meeting at Bobby’s house. All of us are there laughing and conversing just waiting for Bobby’s brother to come give us a lift to the airport. Everyone is in the living room and I wandered out to the garage where all the luggage is. Bobby has a beautiful spacious home and a bar – like setup in the garage area. I walked behind the bar and there was like a powder room but with a waist high bench next to it and inside of it near the toilet.  I started to use the bathroom when Bobby came quickly in and shut the door!

    I jumped so fast I pissed all over the wall behind the toilet! I said “shit man you scared the life out of me!!” All he did was put his index finger of his right hand too his lips and made a ‘shhh’ noise and with his left hand, he grabbed my penis! His hand was electric and I instantly became fully erect. He whispered something to me (I couldn’t make it out) as he masterfully manipulated my dick while I was literally frozen.

    As he did this, he pointed my still peeing pecker towards the toilet. At the same time, he slid in back of me. There is really only enough space for one person in that powder room at a time so he had to press his body hard against my ass to get the door closed behind him. When he did this, I leaned forward and put my hand on the shelf in front of me while he began to fondle me a little faster.  I can’t adequately explain all the sensations going on at one time: 1) his hand is stroking my dick and it feels amazing 2) it’s the guy I’ve been jerking off to for the last two weeks 3) what and how the fuck did we get here??? 4)  scared about being discovered but don’t want to dare stop.

    As he’s stroking me, he starts sliding his free hand under my t-shirt and starts massaging my nipples (that are extremely sensitive). I feel his breath on my neck and he’s grinding his groin hard against my butt. Then I just erupted. (I came hard too). Thank goodness for the bench or I would have fell to the floor. I remember gasping but it happened so fast.

    I’m feeling pretty lightheaded and he asks me if I’m ok. I don’t remember replying but he let my dick go and put both hands up my shirt and is rubbing all over me. My nipples, stomach, shoulders, back – at the same time he’s grinding even harder into my butt. I put both hands on the wall and push back on him. He’s making sexy little muffled sounds. Bobby’s effeminate nature was evident as he sounded like a girl in heat. As we’re going at it for about another minute or so, my jeans start sliding down and he pushes them down my thighs but pulled my underwear up almost wedgie style. Now he grinding his crotch against my briefs and I can just about feel the length of his dick poking at me. I reached back and felt his bulge. He lifted up on his tiptoes, sliding up on my palm. Then he whispered in my ear “you have a big round sexy ass”

    I got a chill through my whole body! I can’t tell you what hearing that did to me. It made me feel so desired. It’s weird I know but as if on autopilot, I grabbed the baby oil he had on the shelf and he undid his jeans. Just like we have done it a thousand times; he put some on his hands as I reached back and massage oil onto his dick, he massaged oil onto my butthole. Now I really couldn’t tell the actual size of his penis but it felt long and very skinny. I can’t be sure because I never seen it afterwards either but I confess that it really didn’t matter to me one way or the other

    There was slight pause by him and I thought maybe he changed his mind. Maybe it was too risky or maybe I wasn’t as sexy as he thought at first. That quickly changed as he began to enter me. Now I’ve only been fucked twice (by an actual live cock-countless times by dildo), and the first two times there was no pain. This time it hurt. I tried to relax but the cramp space didn’t help and the situation with a house full of people a few rooms over didn’t make things work any better. However, I wanted this just as much as I ever wanted anything I can remember. I did ask for a little more oil and he put more than enough on us. He was gentle but urgent. Again, it didn’t matter because I don’t remember being hornier at any time in my entire life. When he reentered me, he started stroking away but the additional oil made it feel better. Then it happened…

    I felt that total bliss feeling I felt the very first time I was fucked. He had me slightly bent over, both hands on the sink, pants and drawers at my ankles – him fucking away. As he slid in and out of my rectum, it felt like every stroke, tingled every part of my body. Also, at the end (or the beginning) of each thrust I got a massive chill that ran from my nipples and jumped to my balls and inner thighs-just wild awesome! I was drooling again and my eyes were open but I couldn’t really see anything … I heard myself groan, then I felt a massive orgasm approaching when Bobby whimpered breathlessly in my ear “oh fuck” shuttered violently as he came in my ass. I could feel his penis twitching in my bottom and I didn’t want him to pull out so I squeezed my butt muscles and he whispered a yelp and pushed into me even further. Right there I came again… much harder than the first one. My whole body became weak as about three hard waves of pleasure rocked my body. My dick was just spewing cum. I even teared up a little it was so intense. it reminded it me of two things that have been on my mind since I lost my anal cherry. One, the intensity of the orgasm I got from just being fucked that day. It was indescribable and this one was similar. Two, I corresponded with a guy from the west coast who read my first story and told me I would love a hard fucking because he believed I may be submissive in nature. I don’t know how submissive I am, but I really liked being fucked hard by Bobby. Tremendously.

    Bobby pulled out and grabbed some towels from an overhead cabinet. He came a lot! It was running down my legs so I squatted right over the toilet and let most of it out. I stood and he wiped my butthole and private parts while kissing my back. He told me that he really enjoyed what we did but better get back to the others. He helped me get dressed and turned me around in the tight space, put both arms around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth like a sexy female. Bobby’s long hair flowed like a model and his eyes looked genuine and caring. His lips were soft and sucking my mouth and his breath was so fresh. I instantly got hard again (my first time kissing a guy, it was hot!)

     After we reemerged no one was the wiser and the trip to Vegas was great. Bobby never as much as directed a seductive glance the entire trip or afterwards. We’ve been alone on several occasions since then but he hasn’t mentioned anything or tried anything sexual towards me. I’m sort of glad in a way because he’s married and I wouldn’t want to be in a complicated situation. I do like his wife and I feel a little guilty. However, I have to admit if he wanted to repeat our session, I’d jump at the opportunity.


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  • hit on in my London hotel…

    I had arrived that night at my hotel in London. I was dressed in a denim mini skirt with a tight fawn top and a wide black belt. Black pointy toed high heeled boots. Underneath I had put on ivory coloured lace bra and panties with nude tights. I was convincingly made up and my nails were painted a deep red. my red hair was curled and shoulder length.

    I decided to have a drink in the hotel bar after depositing my luggage in my room as i had had a very stressful day at work. I sat in the bar demurely showing a lot of shapely leg but maintaining my modesty. I ordered a glass of red wine and started reading a newspaper. The bar was very busy at that time of the evening and I was conscious of admiring glances from men passing by or sitting nearby.

    Just as i got my drink a sexy guy who was sitting nearby walked up, sat down and announced ” no point in us both sitting alone is there?” At first I was flummoxed . My voice isn’t too gruff but still needs attention to effect a more girly level. But I’ve been told it is fine nonetheless and passable. But I was terrified.

    However he didn’t seem to notice and started asking me about myself: what i did and where I had been et al. I did my best to answer him , even asking him about himself–he was an engineer visiting London on a business trip. He bought a pint and another wine for me and we chatted away, me getting more confident as time went on.

    I was conscious of getting tipsy and also that my skirt had started to ride a bit too high. He just laughed when I tried to pull it down, and cheekily caressed my leg just above my knee, feeling the smooth nylon of my leg. I have to say I felt really excited when he did this, and could see that he was bulging in the right place. Yes, he liked me !!

    After another drink the conversation became personal and sexed up. He asked me direct if I fancied going up to his room, no strings attached, as he fancied me something rotten–his words not mine. By this time my panties were getting wet in anticipation, and although I had had sex with a guy before it had never been all that satisfying. Did he know I was a TV though?

    However , as i hesitated about joining him he said he had been with a crossdresser before and was eager to repeat things. Yes he knew mainly because I had not covered my adam’s apple…Anyway I agreed to go to his room.

    We left the bar hand in hand, barely able to keep our hands off each other. In the lift he pulled me close and kissed me, my breasts pushed tightly to him and his hand slipped under my skirt and onto my pussy.. Before he started to pull my tights and panties off I managed to stop him long enough to get to his room.

    Inside he held me close and gave me a passionate kiss. I felt his hard cock against my leg as he did this. He pulled my top off and unbuckled my belt. My skirt fell to the floor, leaving me in bra, tights and panties, and black boots. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it , unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers and pants down. His cock was massive, about 8 and a half inches long and very wide. I licked it whilst caressing his balls gently before taking it in my mouth. I took the shaft all the way in and he started to face fuck me. I was able to accept his cock all the way down my throat without gagging but didn’t want him to cum too quickly and I was conscious he was getting visibly excited. I wanted his cock inside me first.

    But before I could do anything he pulled me onto the bed , pulled my boots off then my tights and panties. He lifted my legs up and opened them out then over his shoulders. I was in ecstasy at the thought of this huge cock fucking me hard. As a submissive girl that’s what i wanted and I was not to be disappointed…

    He produced some lube and covered his cock and my pussy in it before gently pushing his cock into my eager wet pussy. He held me close as he straddled me, and started to fuck me, slowly at first but then upped the tempo, giving me the ride of my life. I liked it rough and that is what I got…His big cock sent waves of pleasure through me. He continued to fuck me hard for about 20 minutes before I felt myself orgasming, hugely ,as waves swept over me. At the same time he started to cum as I felt his muscles tightening. He came in waves spurting loads of his semen inside my pussy, deep inside me.

    We lay there for several minutes, me in his arms. He kissed me passionately and asked me to stay all night. I agreed, anticipating lots more to come. I quickly went to my room for a nightdress and a change of lingerie/tights for morning. I did have work to go to but for the moment my new lover was all that mattered and I wanted so much to please him and be with him as a submissive female.

    The rest of that night was wonderful but I will save what happened for another story..

  • Another Fucking at the Twisted Lemon

    After that first trip to the Twisted Lemon, I became a regular. I’d swing by before the bar opened and that dancer and bartender that fucked me the first time would use me again. It was a great set up, they got regular ass to fuck and as they knew how big a slut I was, they would set me up with friends and other horny bar patrons. I never walked out of that bar without a load or two or more in my ass. 

    But one night I had a particularly good time. I’d come in a bit later in the evening and was hanging out watching the dancer hoping I’d get him to fuck me on his break. That boy was always up for a fuck and was always horny but that night was different. I walked out on the patio for some fresh air and struck up a conversation with this little group of guys. 

    Two of them were a couple, Mark and Ronny and the third was a guy they just met, Louis. Mark was about my age, mid 30’s and a little taller than me with dark hair and eyes like me too. Ronny on the other hand was a little guy with dirty blond hair and green eyes but his small size didn’t mask his masculinity, this was no twink, he was just a smaller manly man. Louis was a total bean pole, well over 6.5 tall and skinny as a rail with the reddest hair and freckles for days. I bet he wasn’t 175 lbs fully dressed and soaking wet. Louis was more my type and really caught my attention. I’ve always loved tall skinny guys and man did he fill the bill. 

    As we started talking, I can hardly keep my eyes off this tall drink of water, he’s a college kid in his second year and not only sexy as hell but smart and funny too. My mind is wondering what’s between those long legs, wonder if his cock matches his body as I watch him leaning against the wall. He’s not showing anything so who knows. As Louis and I were talking, Mark and Ronny started making out and before long, Ronny had his cock out and Mark was sucking it and for a little guy, he was sure packing some meat in his jeans. 

    We stopped talking and started watching and as it was just the four of us on the patio, the idea spread and I reached over and popped the button on Louis’ jeans and reached in to check out the merchandise. I wasn’t disappointed, those tall skinny boy’s are almost always hung and he was no different. As usual, I’m in shorts and going commando so as I start to go down on his big cock I open my shorts and let them fall to the ground so I could work my own cock as I sucked off this man. 

    Hopefully he will wanna slide that whopper up my ass and really please me. I’m bent over with my back to the other guys and I feel a hand slide across my bare ass. Mark was fingering my ass as he is blowing his man. The hand moves away and soon is back with a glob of spit and he is working it up my hole for a few seconds. I arch my back as I’m getting into this and then his finger is removed and replaced with his lips and he is eating me out. 

    “Open up his ass, eat it out good. I knew he was a bottom when he walked up. We’re gonna have some fun with him. You up for some ass?” He asked Louis

    “Damn dude, y’all gonna fuck him right out here? What if someone sees us?”

    “Three things might happen, ether they make us leave, they hang out and watch or they join in and this whore will get more cock tonight than he planed on. So are you with us? Because as soon as Mark finishes eating that ass, I’m gonna spike it full of my cock”

    Louie looks down at me with my mouth wrapped around his cock and I just nod my head that I was up for it. 

    “I’m in but I didn’t bring anything to fuck him”

    “Don’t worry about any lube, with all that spit Mark is using and the load I’m gonna plant in him, you aren’t gonna need a thing”

    Once again he looks down at me and I grin with his cock still in my mouth. Mark’s feeding frenzy on my ass stops and he pulls away and Ronny steps up and starts pushing his big raw cock up my slick ass and with one good push he is balls deep in me.

    “Damn dude, to fucking hot. Fuck his ass. Fuck him hard, make him know what he’s in for.”

    Louis seemed reluctant at the beginning, got over it quickly. It seemed like his cock got harder in my mouth, he was so turned on. I could see Mark to my side and his cock was out too. He’s standing beside us beating his fat cock just waiting his turn at my ass. 

    “Babe, I wanna fuck him too, trade me. I gotta cum and I wanna plant my seed up his slutty hole.”

    Ronny jerks his throbbing cock from my ass and Mark pulls it over to meet his cock and he’s soon slamming up my hole. He slammed in so hard and fast that if I wasn’t firmly wedged on to Louis with his cock down my throat, I’d have hit the floor. He was obviously pretty fucking turned on because he was hardly in me anytime at all and he is blowing his load deep up my ass. This is why I loved coming to the place. I never come in that I don’t get fucked by someone, between the employees and the patrons I was getting plenty of cock up my ass. Mark’s load has flooded my ass and his throbbing cock is soon replaced again with his boyfriends cock. 

    “I love to fuck some ass filled his thick seed. You’re gonna love this hole when I get finished with it. Fucking little whore probably gets porked all the time. Bet he let’s anyone with a cock fuck him. Slut has a great ass”

    Ronny is pounding away at my ass like crazy. Marks load is getting churned deep into my ass and I’m in ecstasy. This is so fucking hot, Ronny’s cock is thicker than Mark’s so the feeling is unreal. His pace is picking up and he’s slamming me harder and harder.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Here it comes, take that load. God you fucking slut, take it”

    “Dude, breed him” 

    Louis is so fucking turned on.

    “Finish him off cuz I’m so fucking close, I need to cum” 

    He jerks his cock from my lips as Ronny slides his cock out of my sloppy ass, spins me around and rams his huge cock up my cum filled ass in one fast plunge. Cum is running from my ass and down my legs as his  bigger cock replaces Ronny’s thick meat. I’m hanging on to Mark to keep from falling over as Louis is fucking the hell out of me. I’d planned to get ether the bartender, the dancer or both to fuck me like usual. I never expected this and man was I glad I came out when I did. Two guys have just bread my ass and now a hot n horny college kid is ramming his raw cock into my twice loaded ass, getting ready to breed me for the third time. 

    “Come on, give it to me, breed my ass! Fuck me harder, just don’t pull out. Use my ass” I begged. 

    “Dude, uh, uh, uh, I love your sloppy hole” he panted as he slammed away up my ass. 

    This tall skinny boy was quite the cocksman, he really knew how to fuck some ass. He’s speeding up and fucking harder. He fingers are digging into my thighs as he’s jerking my ass back and forth on his cock using my body to pump his cock.  

    “I’m cumming, dude, take that load”

    “Breed him college boy” Said Mark as he pinched Louis’ nipple.  

    That was all it took and he was shooting that load like crazy, he slammed me back onto his hard throbbing cock one last time and unloaded. So much was leaking from my over used slacked hole that my inter legs and thighs were sopping wet with cum. I didn’t care, I was in piggy bottom heaven. I hadn’t even touched myself since Ronny first slammed his cock up my ass, I was to busy holding on and thinking about the cocks fucking me on the patio. When Louis finally pulled out of me, a flood of spunk pored from my ass and I slowly stood up. 

    Ronny and Mark are standing there watching and grinning at me when Ronny said. “What a fucking whore. That was too fucking hot, I love it. I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve done this”

    I just grinned at them as I stepped back into my shorts and pulled myself together. 

    “As a matter of fact, you’re correct. It’s not even the first time in this bar”I told them about my arrangement with the bartender and one of the dancers and how that happened, which they loved. 

    I’d come in to see about a quickie when I met them. They all laughed at that one. When we were all calmed and cooled off they decided we needed a drink and we walked back into the bar and I introduced them to Don the bartender and my normal fuck mate at the bar. They all shook hands and told him that they knew about the little service I provided him and the dancer. 

    Louie said,“He may not be up to taking you on today, the three of us just fucked his ass off so he might be a little tired”

    Then Ronny said,”That’s to bad, cuz he said you got a huge fucking cock and I’d love to see you fuck this cum dump”

    “Well, I did come in hoping I’d get some dick from you but these guys were kind enough to fill my need”

    Needless to say a lot of laughter, double entendre and drinks were had. It was a good day at the Lemon.


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  • Quid Pro Quo

    At the age of five, I met Coby. We became buddies after that first meeting and would remain best friends from that day onward. A rather comical aspect of our relationship was that my name is Cory, so you can imagine how often our names were mixed up. By the age of fourteen, I knew I was gay, but never mentioned this fact to anyone, especially Coby. At the age of seventeen, however, during our final school year, Coby finally found out I was gay. On the day he found out it was the result of a silly mistake that I normally never made, being very cautious by nature.

    We often spent afternoons in one another’s company after school, mostly at my home. The reason for this was that my place was closer to school and therefore served as a watering hole for Coby on his way home.

    After I returned from a visit to the toilet that day, Coby was sitting in front of my computer looking at my screensavers. ‘Oh fuck I left my desktop open.’ I realized.

    Observing the slideshow of hunky guys, he asked, “Cory… why do you have dudes on your screensavers?” Looking directly at me he then continued, “Is there something I don’t know about you?”

    As I stood before him ashen-faced a million excuses race through my mind. Finally realizing that I was fucked, I simply replied, “Yes, I’m gay.”

    “Why have you never told me?” He queried.

    “I’ve never told anyone,” I answered.

    “How long have you known?” he inquired.

    “For about four years… I didn’t want to risk our friendship,” I replied, ashamedly, shrugging like an idiot.

    “So, gay and straight men can’t be friends?” he asked, incredulously.

    “Coby, if people find out I’m gay that will put you in a bad light,” I tried to explain.

    “After twelve years of friendship, you should know that I don’t give a fuck about what people think,” he replied, somewhat irritated.

    I again shrugged in reply.

    After a short pause, he questioned, “Have you ever tried it with a woman?”

    “I haven’t even had proper sex with a man, let alone a woman,” I answered.

    “Then how do you know you’re gay?” he probed.

    “When I look at the guys on my screensaver, the same thing that happens to you when you see a beautiful woman happens to me,” I replied, pleased that the mood in the room had lightened.

    With a laugh, he then said, “Well maybe we should organize a blowjob for you, then at least you’ll have tried something with a girl.” We both burst out laughing at his comment.

    Joking with him I countered, “I’d rather give you a blowjob than receive one from a female.” I immediately regretting my silly gag as his expression became serious.

    Having had enough of the current banter, I tried to return to our former discussion prior to my toilet visit. As I spoke Coby lent back in the chair and observed me with his hands behind his head. During a brief pause, Coby asked, “Would you seriously suck me off?”

    I didn’t know how to respond, not knowing if a yes, or no, would offend him. With my mind working overtime I took the middle option, hoping that my reply might bewilder him. “On one condition,” I replied.

    “What’s the condition?” he queried.

    “Well, you would first have to kiss me. Not a peck on the cheek, but a nice and slow sloppy kiss.” I stated in jest.

    “Wow, that’s a bit intimate,” he answered.

    “Oh, so having a cock in one’s mouth is not intimate, but a kiss is?” I countered.

    Coby laughed. “You got me there, but why a kiss?” he inquired.

    “Quid pro quo,” I announced.

    “Huh?” Coby uttered.

    “Quid pro quo… It’s a Latin term meaning; something for something. You get what you want, and I get what I want.” I replied, mentally chastising myself for getting this ball rolling.

    “How long must the kiss last?” he asked.

    Coby was somewhat of a practical joker. I felt sure that at any point he was about to laugh and say that he made an ass out of me. A little flustered I answered, “Well, a blowjob takes about five minutes, so I guess about five minutes will do the trick.”

    “What if a blowjob takes longer?” he questioned, smiling.

    “Well, then you score,” I countered, fully expecting him to start ribbing me.

    As I sat on the bed Coby got off the chair and moved toward me. “Get up,” he ordered.

    I arose gingerly. When his head enclosed on mine, I instinctively turned my head to the side. Coby placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face towards his mouth.

    “I want my fucking blowjob, now take your kiss,” he instructed. As he began kissing me my mouth opened to him intuitively. I am not sure how long the kiss lasted but knew for sure that I was experiencing the greatest thrill of my life. Entwined in each other’s arms I surrendered to the total bliss.

    When our lips eventually parted Coby began undressing. “Let’s get naked bro,” he suggested. I had obviously seen Coby’s cock during the preceding years, but the erect version before me was awe-inspiring. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his legs wide apart, before leaning backward with his hands behind his head.

    “Quid pro quo, Cory,” he announced.

    Kneeling before him, I nervously placed my hand on his knob. I had never felt anything more sensual in my life. Moving my head forward I inhaled the masculinity of his crotch before I began licking Coby’s shaft, to murmurs of satisfaction from him. Shifting my mouth downwards I began lapping on his balls.

    “Fuck yeah, fuuuck… lick my nuts, yes, lick those fucking nuts,” he groaned.

    After a minute or two I returned my lips up Coby’s shaft again and after pulling his foreskin back I placed them around his cockhead. When I started lolling my tongue around the knob-head, he began to gasp with delight.

    Lowering my mouth soon after, my lips slid down his shaft before I leisurely started bobbing my head up and down. Coby began to grunt with ecstasy as I quickened my pace. “Stop, fuck bro, stop, I don’t want to cum too quickly,” he grunted.

    I did as requested, giving him a brief respite. Returning to his balls I now gave them a good working over. Every so often, he gave his dick a tug or two as I suckled on his nuts. Lustful sighs and whimpers flowed from Coby, as he pulled my head into his crotch. Soon after, Coby’s hand was guiding his knob back into my mouth. Clamping my head he began face-fucking me, slowly initially, gradually gathering momentum.

    “Can, I, cum in your mouth,” he stutteringly murmured. I nodded agreeably, before sampling the most delectable nectar in the world.

    As we dressed, he mentioned that of the three blowjobs he had thus far experienced, mine was definitely the best. Coby left soon after. I was rather concerned about the fallout of our action as I sat in my room that afternoon.

    The following day at school things appeared to be pretty normal, but that afternoon and for several days after, Coby did not join me in my home after school. I was disappointed, but not upset. I reasoned that Coby was probably suffering from ‘gay-remorse’ in some or other way.

    Eight days later I was surprised when Coby again elected to enter my home. I wondered if our former encounter would be spoken about that afternoon. My question was soon answered after entering my room and dropping our school bags. In a flash, we were kissing, and less than a minute later, we were romping naked on the bed. A further surprise came when Coby climbed on top of me in the sixty-nine position.

    We had a good thirty-minute session that afternoon, with Coby continually rotating his body as we sucked and kissed. When we finally came, he also swallowed my spunk.

    For the remainder of the year, we frequently enjoyed our afternoon stints. Strangely, he never asked if he could penetrate me anally. I thought that for some or other reason, that was probably a bridge too far for him.

    A week before the end of our final vacation, however, before we left for our respective colleges, Coby finally asked me if I would allow him to fuck me. The first encounter wasn’t too pleasant, but thereafter, once I learned to relax it became awesome.

    Coby loved the anal approach and became a lot more verbal, constantly ‘berating’ me. Naturally, I played along happily. “Yes… fuck me hard,” I pleaded, to his great satisfaction.

    Playfully tormenting me, he held still before ordering me to, “Beg for it.”

    “Please… please fuck me,” I implored.

    “Earn it!” he commanded pulling his cock out of me. “First suck my fucking nuts.”

    I licked and suck on his balls before he again instructed me to get on the bed and pull my legs back. Coby then rubbed my hole with his knob, soliciting me to start pleading. After I had begged enough he slammed into me again, to gasps my approval and appreciation from me. This scenario played itself out two or three more times before he finally unloaded. It was clear that he got off on the control, but I didn’t mind at all. I was very pleased that Coby was my ‘first.’

    Although we saw one another during college holidays, nothing sexual ever happened between us again. I understood and accepted the situation.

    Coby later married and had two children and I eventually entered a relationship with a wonderful man named Raymond.

    Coby and I remained friends and we all got together from time to time. Our clique got on famously and it was always wonderful to spend a day in each other’s company.

    One Sunday during a visit, as Coby and I tended the meat on the barbeque he asked me, “Have you ever told Raymond about us?”

    “No,” I replied. “That will always remain our secret.”

    He smiled, and then uttering a restrained laugh said, “Quid pro quo.”


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  • The Catwalk on the Prairie; Opening Night

    Sam, Mars and I were sitting around his “other” living room, the one behind the door that looked like it went to a broom closet. Even from the outside, the exact proportions were impossible to see because the geometry of the construction was made to throw your eyes elsewhere. What looked like a large, thick hedge actually covered a painted camouflage wall which was the side of his private home. There was another hedge to draw your eyes to it and where you’d see a set of diving boards, the tallest being the standard ten meter. Ergo there was a pool. And there was, just not there. The whole edifice was one canard after another, almost an Escher drawing made real in architecture. The front door actually opened into a very pleasant, well furnished foyer and living room beyond which was a swimming pool. In fact, it was only a lap pool but the angle of perception gave it the effect of something larger and, of course, peripherally you may have noticed the diving boards. Pool.

    Mars and his architect had slaved over the design not only because it was going to physically challenging to built but because it required so many disparate elements that simply did not figure in residential construction; Every upright that was not clearly decorative and few were, had to be able to hold as many as five thousand pounds of dead weight or, with an accompanying beam, hold a water pool ten feet deep, twenty feet long and ten feet wide, essentially a hammock filled with water. Oh, and one that could be sealed. No one had that in their homes and, apart from someone truly quirky, no one would want it. But for Mars and his guests it was perfection, so many things thought of than had never even ben dreamed about. No thought had been spared on any detail, down to the feet on the floor; They could have been the ordinary flared foot or end of a post that almost all things have but many of the feet were cast steel made to look like claws or stakes from which a steel piece of rope drooped…as if something it had recently held had  either made good an escape or had been moved for…other purposes.

    It wasn’t the day before the night of the opening, it was the morning of the night of the opening and, as calm as I was trying, I wasn’t holding it together very well. Curled into Sam, my eyes jumped about, fingers twitched, constantly readjusted myself…Sam was being courtesy profound in  allowing all this, so unusual for me. Mars, in his roll of good, if confused host, thought of diversions…a hour on the rack with three quarter tension, two hours in a leather sleep sack suspended upside down so only cock and/or balls were available for diversion….but great ideas as these were, all I could think of was…the show. Somewhere Heck, Bob, Lannie, the two Dads all the guys were certainly more nervous than I, what did I have to do? Nothing. Show up, be there…and we’d solved that problem.

    For months I’d stayed away and out of touch with my family and my lover….Heck. One disastrous day he’d decided to have a fling with our private pilot which, though demonstrating infidelity, might have gone un noticed IF he hadn’t sent Will as his substitute working on the dumb theory that if he could fuck, and whatever else, Andy, I could have Will but it backfired in that Heck played too fast and loose with my emotions. For years my cousin and I had been a modeling sensation, covers of everything, chased by the press, molested by fans, running for fear of having our clothes torn for us…finally we found the ranch in the middle of nowhere, were taken in by the twin brothers who owned it, Britt my cousin, took up with Heck’s brother, Clem,  and, after a long, long courtship, almost broke some cowboys hearts when they saw it coming through, I fell in love, permanently, forever, no backing out with Heck. It didn’t end as well for all; My cousin and his brother finally were introduced to the whipping post Heck kept and then run off the ranch. Well, they were hauled off the ranch and sent somewhere for what Heck would only describe as training. Draw the curtain.

    Meantime, I took to buckaroo life and loved it. Of course having a man to lead me into it helped, having a man, a wonderful man to sleep with certainly no distraction plus he had the pleasure of teaching me all about sex, at least the kind of sex he liked and I found I enjoyed.

    I stood up and looked out one of Mar’s twenty foot high windows, put my hand on it…”no heat at all.”

    “Nope, those were special rolled, three layers and, one more rolling and light would have had to fight its way in but they serve their purpose, keep in pleasant and shady in here, cool….” in the middle of his sentence his fact turned a mottled color, he gestured at me and Sam to follow him. Wherever we were going we each grabbed a gun that shot large pellets; We knew we were under attack by a drone and it was time to shoot the son of the bitch out of the sky but…..not before Sam mounted a counter attach.  

    This was my second since we’d rolled in and, truth to tell, I was sorry there hadn’t been more. When you have a home like Mars, curiosity is part of the parcel. If the construction, which included diggin a pit fifty feet deep, hadn’t been noticed, the crains moving steel beams and what might or might not have been walls certainly were. Among other things, an underground tank, the sort normally used under a gas station was installed although clearly there were no pumps. Shit like that got the neighbors knickers in a twist as to what was going on, in, around….then when it was all finished, nothing unusual seemed to happen. Occasionally the sound of people swimming, a barbecue, lawn mowing  equipment, nothing to give and hints as to what the hell really went on.

    And that’s when the first drone came over the twelve foot adobe-over steel-wall. The first time or two, Mars took it pretty well, chose not to believe this might be having a look at his property and, when they fell as they usually do, when a frightened kid, with a slightly less frightened Dad standing back about ten paces came to the front door, it was handed back with the request that more care be taken. Friendly wave to the day, who couldn’t decide whether to wave back which left his hand at liberty, two fingers waving and the rest…puzzled. In the end the Dad did a bad piece of broken field running-to hell with his children, they could fend for themselves, and all went away.

    Had it ended there, or perhaps with an errant kite crashing to a tree, Mars might have ignored these incursions into his airspace. That is, he ignored them until one day while outside cleaning the pool and the pool boy, something rose up preceded by sounds that were indicative of an iron lung on full save mode and this drone appeared, cameras rolling and on a course to survey the property….Some people shouldn’t have toys they don’t know how to properly play with; This drone was in the hands of a rank amateur and while attempting a fly over of the pool, Mars and the pool boy, caught an up draft from the air conditioning system and did a header into the pool.

    Back inside, and leaving Depth Star One in fifteen feet of chlorinated water, Mars put on some clothes, something he’d worn to an IML group actually, and waited for the knocker-large, forged steel, made in the shape of an elephants genitalia-to let him know someone was there. Possibly wanting something, something of theirs. Odd, or perhaps it wasn’t, no visitors, carolers, UPS delivery guy (A close friend who made deliveries when there was nothing to deliver), scouts selling whatever, those holding religious tracts…nope, no one. Mars slid out of the minimal bit of Leather, put on an at home jock and went back to the Sala Torquemada where he’d left the pool boy and finished cleaning him.

    We had discussed and to some degree rehearsed this bit of boys only activity. There was no question that what these people wanted was the full Monty, the Schlong and Pffeffernuss, the Cock and Bull Story, that sort of thing. They wanted Mars, and whomever he might be entertaining in what ever fashion, to respond to this bit of looky looky, laugh, point their cocks at it, do the half turn and split their cheeks allowing for an oh-so-deep close up and, whatever ever else. Sam and Mars took the low road and, sneaky me, I took the high road, the spiral staircase that revealed itself when one pushed aside a wall in the “Steel Cage:” room, plenty of room, no waiting. That interior bit of collection of risers led one out behind a chimney onto what, depending on the use to which it would be put, as either a pleasant sunning space or…oops…a grilling stand for those who took their sun greased, stretched then spread eagled and left until it was almost, but not quite, a level one burn. At that point the meat was turned and grilled on the reverse with steel writings placed on various parts which when removed, alerted the viewer to the ultra white against the too, too, cerise red with words like, “rump roast” or “Ready to Fuck”. Also, as the melanin in the skin tried to repair itself, those words  stuck…

    Today, however, we had a whole new use for this place fifty feet up. In one hand I carried a well made, eighty foot coil of rope all set for steer roping. No steer? Oh, Nice I was somewhat raised on a ranch and could stand stark naked in cow shit and throw out a rope with a 98% accuracy. Heck had been so proud. Today, from an angle impossible to see due to the elegant architecture, I had a great view of all below me, Sam was whipping Mars who was on his knees sucking his dick. Hard to do but with practice…So engrossing was this to the electric panderers they never noticed me start to widen the loop then quietly toss it out scoring a perfect catch and able to quickly pull it taut so it never fell, never damaged itself but…now became our property. Needless to say the Fellatio at the bridge stopped because, well, unless their audience had knot holes in the fence, their show had been cancelled on account of a cowboy….but I’d dealt with livestock before and too often had seen a stray try and break from the herd. And, yep, just like the script, from another angle another drone….apparently unaware of what had just happened. Always take two ropes when you’re wrangling, pays dividends. As silent as a vindictive boyfriend creeping to an unguarded window, my second lariat zipped through the air and made another clean catch. Braced myself-I now had two doggies on the line and waited for Sam and Mars to get to where the machines were swinging back and forth held by my rope but not allowed to completely drop due to a roof overhang. 

    Leaving uninvited company where it was hanging, we reassembled to have a discussion of…’what next?’ Opinions varied, what we had strung up and, in a very real sense, ready for branding and castrating was probably…close to three or four thousand dollars worth of boys toys. No question in anyone’s mind this was an intentional invasion of privacy. One thing, they had no clue as to how all this got screwed up; No one noticed a ‘nekkid’ cowboy on a roof swinging a rope and getting the take down. Twice. Our question was who, if anyone would show up to claim their property.
    Sooner than anyone had expected, the door got itself knocked and, looking at the visual system that virtually covered the outdoors, we saw two cops from the Vegas PD, clearly from the bike patrol-their helmets, cavalry style boots, short sleeves and very tanned arms made that clear. I was good at speaking on camera so I pushed the button for communication, told the officers to get in the shade, I’d be up front directly. Used my friendliest pitch voice, the one where we KNEW the product was a stinker but I did all I could.
    En route to the front door, I pulled on a polo shirt, a jock, my jeans, socks and boots ending at the door looking like a nice guy opening the front door to see what the trouble was. What the officers saw was a slab of beef with a very familiar face, smiling, encouraging them to get in out of the heat-I vamped that one, it was winter and tell me what’s on their mind. What I saw was sort of the down scale version of me; Two more slabs of cop beef, their biceps almost tearing their arm holes about six sizes larger.
    I introduced myself, said I was a guest, just there for an opening of a show I had an interest in which opened that evening, if they’d like, I could sure go rustle up the owner…..
    “You’re…..the guy from the television…all the ads.” Without his helmet he revealed a head of deep brown hair close cropped, good looking face that, just then, had forgot why he was there but was in to something a lot more interesting; Me. Counting backward, it was just possible to see him as a fan from yesterday, grown up and with a profession. Happy to see me?
    “Hey, I’m Click and this is my partner…..Dane.” That didn’t sound right. I helped. “I’m Dane, you’re Click” I extended my hand to the as yet unnamed officer. “…and you’re?”
    “Joey, uh no, that is, my mom calls me Joey but I’m Joe. He’s Click and I’m Joey.” I liked this man, he was so rattled I could see him almost kick himself for the second Joey. They were almost twins, in some sad ways reminded me of Heck and Clem, but not here and not now.
    “What’s up?” And snickered to myself when I thought about the two drones hanging from the roof line. I watched Click, apparently the leader or the most composed…
    “Uh let me look at my book, just a seck…..uh, hey, Joey, this don’t make no sense, what’ve you got?” I wondered what he had as well as I could see both boys being entertained by Sam, Mars and me at a later date. Their muscles were up to it, but were their minds.
    “Have you been out today?”
    “Uhm umh, just around the house, being nervous about the show tonight…”
    “The all guy show?”
    “Yep, my business partner, our barber, lot a folks from our ranch and Amarillo are in it….”
    “That is supposed to be some fucki…sorry, Sir.”
    “Don’t give it one fucking thought, I live on a ranch with seventy cowboys and six thousand cows. That’s not the only word I know and use regularly.” Their smiles lit one of Sam’s walls. “You wanted to know if I was out of the house…haven’t even been off the property since I stopped by to see my Dad and Partner, round about, oh, seven, eight last evening. Home, we cooked out, turned in and…”
    “This is just weird shit, makes no sense.” I watched both their bodies move into the relaxed state from the cop on semi-brace state. They just got better looking and more desirable. Couldn’t decide which one I wanted to work over first or which one would get the hardest watching the other one get double fucked…..After the show this evening, of course. “According to this someone in this residence has or stole or, I don’t get this shit at all….seems two jerks were playing with some drones and they say they flew over the fence and just…disappeared. Must have had cameras cuz they say they were, well, the drones were, cruising around the back yard when they lost the picture and control of their drones.”
    “I think I’d better get our host, my head wrangler is with me for the show, it’s his boss that’s in it too:”. In my mind I hoped and probably knew that Sam and Mars had been listening and getting prepared for their entrance. “Hold on, guys, I’ll be right back.” Turned and walked away hollering, “Hey, Sam, you mutha, get here and bring Mars, the guys probably need to speak to him.” And rounded a corner where I was grabbed by my pair, almost speechless with laughter. They had changed clothes, well, put some on and some clever person, my money was on Mars, had styled this for the occasion. Sam had on his grubby ranch jeans, a plaid shirt with the arms torn off that nicely displayed his tats as well as his enormous bicpet and some boots. Every inch the cowhand and, only if you knew how to read ink, the former con. I could jump that one if I had to. Sam looked like a prosperous business man at home relaxing. Slacks, some suede at home shoes, a silk shirt under a cashmere sweater. He needn’t have bothered. Click exploded.
    “Well, son of a bitch, Mars, I didn’t know this pile was yours, when’d you move out here.”
    He smiled, went over, shook their hands, normal, gave them a hug and kissed each of them. Not normal but…I could see we were well on the road to getting whatever we wanted and probably…guests for later on. Something in my innards suggested to me that when Click and Joey went home, it was not to mama.
    “Sit, tell Daddy what’s up”.
    We all did, the officers looking more comfortable and desirable than a few moments ago, Sam, ever my protector, sat on the arm of chair where I was, his arm casually above me on the top of the chair, Mars flopped out on a couch. Take off the cops uniforms, put them in street clothes and you had the guys having a beer before the poker party started.
    “This cocksucker, we’ve dealt with him on too many other occasions, says he had some drone flying around and he lost it, says you stole it….” They looked disgusted which was when I decided to throw them something they could use, maybe even have fun with when, as they would have to, report back to the “cocksucker”.
    “Uh…..guys…Mars…uh I may have been less than…uh…candid. Uhm I was up on the sun tan deck working on a surprize for my business partner, the one who’s in the show? (To sound true cowboy and Colorado/Texas Oklahoma rancher, you throw an up inflection at the end of each sentence. True Southerners make every sentence a question doing this.) Everyone looked at me.
    I was working with a long rope, planned to rope him from the stage when this thing, I guess a drone, came over and wasn’t lost, big mother, lenses…anyway I could hear Sam so I thought, well, sheeit, I’ve got electronic window peepers…had the noose all opened, was already in to the twirl so I just, kindly, dropped in over the drone, pulled it up short, and tied it off. Bet, if we look it…oh, you need to know this..how many did the dick heads say they lost?”
    Click held up one finger. I shook my head while raising two fingers. “Got both of them, they’re hanging some place….:”
    The cops went into I’m on your side mode. “Show me.”
    We all traipsed out through the kitchen, around the pool then the next corner and, just as predicted, two drones, hanging there. We all stared, looked at each other then looked back.
    “Hey, Mars, you got a stick or a rake, anything to reach one of them?”
    He was back in ten seconds holding a rake. “Gents, this is now a crime scene. You, all of you, have been spied upon for immoral purposes. Gotta ask…is there anything that this one or that camera could have broadcast that might be of a, uh, personal nature.”
    Sam, never one to hang back, “I was blowing Mars, but it was just for fun….”.
    “So that might be something this camera could have picked up?”
    “Maybe, probably so, we wasn’t hidin’ in the bushes, nothin’ like that…”
    “…and Dane, you were on the roof working an act with your ropes? “
    “Yeup, just like I was at home, sitting on a fence post swinging my rope to cut a cow out for dinner…”
    Joey pulled out a phone, turned it on, said something into it. Nodded at Click. Clearly we were done there as he headed back inside. “Got the crime scene people coming, it’ll be awhile.” He looked at Mars, nodded his head toward the pool…:”You mind?”
    “Mi Casa e su casa….I’ll put some towels out. Want your bikes washed and waxed?” We all laughed at that while the officers started to strip.

    “Friends of yours?”
    Mars smiled, “Yep, trained ’em myself. They used to hang around a club I kind of own,” he winked at Sam, “sorry little puppies, didn’t even know how to find each other and, well, you can look at them…before someone took one home leaving the other sad, I tied ’em together, told them to get acquainted, told the to join the Cop Shop, told them to bulk up, told them to that course…Sam? they guy who teaches motorcycle riding, everything from first day to evasion and pursuit…him.” Little pressure and, you see the results. Proud and good officers of the Las Vegas PD. And my puppies to whom they are very, very grateful. Do anything for me…”
    I think I raised my eyebrows. Nothing wrong, as Sam said, made for each other but then I thought about a long time ago, a pair of twins with Mahogany hair that you couldn’t comb….and how one of them…..I ducked my head. Instantly, Sam slid into the chair with me, held me. Looked at Mars…”The guy in the show was his man…a twin, owns the ranch with him. Dumped him for a sky boy and I found him in a jail….I’ll explain it all later.” He put his arms around me. “He ain’t worth it…”
    “Yeah but..Sam, I love him, love you to but I’m so fucking faithful, he’s the one who made me a cowboy, the ranch, got some peace, I gave him my cherry…”
    “Yeup but you’re a big strong man paired with another big strong man, ain’t all that bad, now is it.” Mars broke it.
    “Well, I’ll say you’re both big strong men, would have much you can life frighten me?”
    “Nah, we’d just use you to play catch. Dane here don’t know how to play Baseball so you could be the ball…balls between the pitcher and the catcher,. we’d switch off.”
    “Sorry guys, won’t happen again. Do I get swats for that? “And smiled at Sam.
    His crooked smile came back. :”Don’t know about swats but you’ll get sumpin sure as shootin’ .”

    Click and Joey reappeared attractively clad in…nothing. It was, easy, their best look. “Uh, Mars…we got time for, you know, let those two play, look like good meat to us.”
    “Oh, they’re prime plus.” He paused to think. “How much time until the crime scene people show up? IF you can delay them, there’s no body, nothing to rot, maybe even schedule it for tomorrow? They go for that?”
    Joey reached for his phone which would be in his shirt pocket if he had a pocket or was wearing a shirt that had a pocket. “Sorry, I’ll go find out.”
    Happy as a just scratched puppy, Joey reappeared saying that, since this was ‘only’ a crime scene with no real crime, the guys there could put it off until it was convenient for every one. Click looked even happier. He got down on the floor, put his head and his beautiful eyes in Mars lap. “Can we, Huh, whatever you want us to do….them, too, of course.”
    “Oh yes, they are in on this one. But I need one from you first.”
    They put their heads to one side, almost like a puppy waiting to the leash and the walk. “These two guys need to get into the show tonight and never be seen. I want them up high where they can see it all then get away at the end. Think you can arrange that? I’ll walk in the front with the paying guests….”
    They looked at each other…”Sure, no problem…”
    Mars put an edge in his voice that I recognized as that of a benevolent master. “Get it done…now, gives us more play time and more for you to play with. I’m sure neither of you wants to be leashed and made to stay…now would you?” They indicated that would not be a good thing. “What’s my word?” Not please or thank you, what is it, together,…”
    “Woof!!” That’s my good puppies now run and fix it and I’ll get ready for you to have a new experience.”
    I don’t know what he promised them but….it made a believer out of me and I didn’t even know what it was.
    “Hey, guys, wanta strip here or there? Just need you naked.” He waited while we slipped out of what few clothes we had on. “Follow me, the pups know where to find us.”

    It wasn’t a big room, twelve by twelve, just big enough to accommodate two substantial tables, almost surgical boards.
    “Hop up, both of you face that way and I’ll get you set up.” We did while Mars opened drawers on each side, got ready for…whatever. We were easily flat on our backs looking up at a dark ceiling that was countersunk with dozens, maybe hundreds of what I assumed were wheat lights if turned on. “Okay, Sam, I’ll start with you first. Secure your ankles with these….” And pulled out the largest, heaviest manacle I’d ever seen, one per side. The click they made sounded more like a prison door suddenly shut. I got the same treatment.
    “Okay, secure your chests, cuff your wrists, stretch them over this edge and….you’re about ready. Here’s what will happen. The puppies will be above on their hands and knees until I get established then they’ll drop, take your cocks in their mouths, you’ll slurp up theirs and…its good old 69 time except, you keep sucking until I call all over. And they’re gonna come like rivers cuz I’m gonna have a fist in each ass all the way down play with their P spot like it was a boxing bag. IF they take their mouths from you, say so, that gets them….a reminder not to do that. Guys this is mostly to give you a good sucking and a great feeling. Know your tastes, want some heavier bondage? Dane? Sam? Okay, we’ll start here and go from there, after words, convenient that there are two of you and two of them, you will each need to punish them, I’d suggest a whip, don’t worry about leaving marks, they expect them and muscles like yours, which are for work not just to be looked at, I’m betting their howling when the first strike catches their ass, will be memorable. Okay? Ready? Here come the hounds.”
    Click and Joey were wearing basic puppy play outfits, but very little as practically every orifice on their body would have need to be accessed.
    “Okay, I’ve got two new trainers for you and….they’re pros so don’t try and lay back or…I’ll let them deal with you later. Notice the steel cuffs, that’s because they are strong and need that resrtrain. Okay, up!.” As graceful as gazelles they hopped up and positioned themselves, one cock right above me and another, mine, pointed up, or would be.
    Mars turned around holding a syringe in each hand. “Puppies, I want your trainers to be able to go until you beg so…” With that he started a series of small injections where my stalk mated with my abdomen. I didn’t need to be told that this was Alprostadil, a liquid form of any of the anti-ED drugs but with much more control as, in the hands of someone who knew their sexual anatomy, a hard erection was guaranteed. After he’d finished, he leaned against a wall, enjoying our pleasure as each cock rose up, stiffened and slightly increased in girth. Felt great, only wished I could get my hands on it…
    The lights in the room lowered and, as I’d suspected, the very small lights appeared in the ceiling as well as music that focused on rhythm rather than tune. My first ejaculation was immense, not as large as Sam had got from me but exquisitely satisfying. I wished I could reach out and hold his hand. The edging, because I’d shot so big, was rattling, harsh, making me fight against the restraints, make me sorry I hadn’t ask for more, heavier…I wondered if Sam was where I was?
    The second time lacked the volume but was more deeply intense, I could feel it coming in my abdomen, wished I had a cock up me, tried not to thrash my head but I was lost in the pain and the pleasure. After the second my body collapsed while still responding to the pressure and the demand for more milk, for more rigidity…my tide was ebbing.

    Fisting is an art. Some believe it’s a group activity best done with a group of guys, a hammock, men up and ready to have their asses invaded and, for them, that’s great. Sam had taught me two things, some activities are more enjoyed publicly and some are more intimate, best shared with a very few people in a quiet surrounding: Mars was clearly of this later persuasion and it worked perfectly. I’d lost my sense of pleasure as it was all pleasure. Click knew how to give a suck job, how to work the corona, how to lick the head…..he knew it all. 

    I felt calm hands on my head, locks were clicked, I was released, moved to a seat over which a warm shower flowed. Sam joined me, as knocked out as I was. The water was great, amazingly restorative, we just leaned against each other and closed our eyes. 

    Mar’s voice. “Okay guys, ready for round two, something very rare for any men. Dane, you and Sam are going to double fuck Click while I double fist Joey.” He laughed, “Just now you probably think you couldn’t get it up but….leave it to me. The pups are excited about this and, as you can see, they’ve been bound, gagged, blindfolded, they are on stationary blocks so whatever we do to them they must accept. This is only the second time for them and, if you look, they’re dripping with anticipation.” He slid a latch on top of the blocks that supported their bodies, forced their cock and balls into it then closed it, sealed it with some sort of goo then with a large, heavy steel cock ring, locked them down. Where they were was where they’d stay. 

    Mars, somehow, got Sam and me on the platform behind Click and, just at that moment, that seemed…enough. I didn’t know about our fuckee, but this fucker was bushwhacked. I heard a voice..
    “Big Stick.” That went in my butt and another for Sam. I could almost see Sam standing behind us, grinning, waiting for whatever he shot us up with to take hold and….slowly, gently, almost overwhelmingly, energy came back, more than energy, a rage to be at something, activity….Sam was on the same track.
    “Feeling better….?” Jesus he sounded salacious. I was suddenly ready for anything, almost too much energy. Behind us, Sam was quickly binding us to each other. The huge steel manacles, each weighed ten pounds. Our torsos, side by side, attached to a bar which was half a rack now pulling us forward, making us fight the feel, the pain we knew would come….and finally Sam mounted the stand, took our cocks and drained a syringe each into our cocks which momentarily  were harder than our steel manacles.
    Sam was a genius at this form of sexual BDSM. Our mammoth chests were secured and pressed down, our balls were attached to another ring which was drawn down with the racking machine at the other end. Now, so hard and in some pain, he guided each of our dicks to the slit in Click’s put, inserted them then sealed them with a chain. I hoped Joey was getting the same service and pleasure we were. One last thing, two pads with electrical leads were place at the back of our now buried cocks. A switch was thrown, the lights were further dimmed and we were set up to fuck. Electrical, we were given no choice, the pads on our dicks expanded and contracted forcing us, as a team, to go deeper, fuck harder….just fuck.
    Double fucking is a matter of spatial arrangement and an agreement between all participants as to how things will go. Not in this case as Mars had choreographed every thing from insertion to making sure we’d fuck-who can fight a machine.”
    Who knew what was happening to Joey but his pitiful cries suggested that being double fisted wasn’t to his taste. 

    And then that part was over. Almost. “Gotta thank you, Gentleman, got it all on video and that’s about as hot as it gets. Oh, remember I mentioned you’d have to whips the pups when it was all over but….I thought it over and why shouldn’t I whip you. It’s something I know you like to do to each other so how much better to feel the hand of a friend, a friend who wants to hurt you…and will
    He was using two bull whips, one in each hand so that each lash caught both Sam and me evenly. There weren’t many, perhaps a dozen but it was, and I realized it, the absolute perfect way to end this session. Sam, and I were released, helped to a massive tub with swirling water while he went back for Joey and Click. All once afloat, we bobbled like part of us had come unstuffed. Sam, last in, just smiled and said only that we hoped he’d enjoyed our visit to his home and we’d stay on for a few days. All I could think was just now even going to the show seemed a poor idea but, obviously I had to go.
    Sam and I leaned against each other, kissed not with too much emotion, but to assure each other we’d survived.

    “Are you two going to be up to get us there tonight?” I felt I should lift Click’s head by the hair to see if he was living. ” No prob…Mars will have all of us up..” He winked. I looked Mars.
    “Would an officer of the law lie? Oh yeah, we’ll all be there, no trouble, my pleasure and when we get home…I’ll bring someone with me whom I know and you each get a cop to train….” Jesus that man had a range of smiles.

    Hours later, amazingly refreshed, we were ready to head for town and the dance hall to see the new show. Click and Joey were completely refreshed, had returned them to wherever they lived, gone home and changed. Mars, as an official guest-why I have no idea-could walk in the front door so that left Sam and me. I elected to go casual, as did he, boots, jock, jeans, long sleeve shirt-hoodie for winter and my cowboy hate. Mars had grilled Joey and Click about getting us, and in particular me, in without being noticed. All arranged, he’d talked to some of the guys who were working the show, we were to be at a certain place twenty minutes before show time and they’d get us up and out of the way where we could see and hear everything. Matter of fact, one of Mars, uh, trainees, was in the sound booth so we’d have head sets to listen to everything, could even switch around from the show on the stage to backstage, know what was going on.

    Was I calm? No. After the show I’d have to appear and I sincerely hoped there would be enough distraction to make it a quick hello, hugs, and goodbye. My Dad….maybe I’d go by his hotel later but just then and with Sam’s support, I could not face Heck and have the conversation we needed to have. 

    Mars made a good, simple dinner then handed each of us what amounted to a lunch pail with some sandwiches and a couple of bottles of beer should we feel peckish. And then there was nothing left but to sit the few minutes and wait….
    Click came in a way I wasn’t aware of-Mars house was a maze of fascination and wonder no matter how well you knew and said, it was time, follow him. Outside were three identical pickups, amazingly dented, bashed in and smashed precisely alike. They were, I was told, on loan from the LVPD, compliments of the Captain, who DID understand the situation. Seems he remembered me and Britt at the Bellagio some years earlier and the chaos there. Happy to do this little favor.
    I was in one pickup, Sam in another and two men who vaguely looked like us were in the third. It was a long drive downtown; I wanted Sam beside me, to take my nerves or take me…
    After a puzzling drive through down town, we wound up in an alley crammed with trucks clearly there for that night only. A door opened, Sam and I were led into an almost lightless hall way then shown a staircase, of the spiral metal variety, and told to just keep going up. Okay, I can do that. Eventually we ended up on a wide, wooden set of planks, in the middle of which, and about fifty yards from us was the sound booth. Ozzie, Mar’s friend was at the door and got us to a pair of chairs on the platform next to the booth. You couldn’t have had better seats. See everything and, with the head phones, perfect clarity, so not one word missed. Ozzie apologized but had to get back, they were already sequencing for the preamble and then the overture.
    They were comfortable chairs, let you lean back giving us nothing to do but wait.

    The lights were gradually going down, the empty stage lost all light and, somewhere in the miles of electrical cabling and speakers sound. A small drum, barely perceptible but growing, joined by a woodwind, no tune just something every martial, the house lights were out, it was quiet, from where were I was I could see the scrim dropped in and, behind it, the set up, simple as it was, for the first act. More music, more compelling then on the stroke of Nine, there was a blast of music, came from every speaker, the scrim became an American Flag slowly waving and the torrent of music rushed by. It was a reworking of Morton Gould’s American Salute, or his version of When Johnny Comes Marching Home but hardly the folk song it once was. You could almost hear the churning of steam train wheels, the dynamic rises and falls. It had been reworked, had about two minutes added which I had suggested but didn’t know it had been done. The scrim los the flag went to camouflage and, as the music stopped so suddenly, people at the tables almost lurched forward, the stage was lit showing an icon of American art. The very simply boots, rifle and helmet of a dead soldier. At the back a man came on, puzzled, looking barely clad but with a goal. It was Lannie and I knew what he would do…just…how would it be received? Some in the audience must have wondered, based on the publicity, if they were in the right place.
    Lannie, on his knees, crawling, reached the small, sad place and put a hand on it. But then his strength showed as he grabbed the rifle, jumped up and began the incredibly difficult rifle spin, so fast through most of it, you couldn’t even see the rifle. His face was so fixated, the gun went so high-I’d never seen him throw it almost thirty feet in the air and still make the perfect catch…and on the last throw, it flew back in the set piece it had been in, Lannie’s hand still on the stock but he lay on the stage….Lights out.
    The audience wasn’t exactly sitting on their hands. Roars, cheers, applause, whistles, some Marine HooRah’s…If it wasn’t the typical opening for a nudey cutey show, it was a helluva an opening plus backed with Gould piece…the show shot on. Next was a much lighter piece, gleaned from an old 20th Century Fox film and originally performed by Ethel Merman and Mitzi Gaynor. In their version, which was slightly burlesque, the song is about whether a sailor is a sailor until a sailor’s been tattooed.
    Lights up to reveal two guys wearing…almost nothing in a barracks discussing going out to get some ink. In a departure from what would be real, sailors and Marines, the two most inked services were involved until there were eight guys throwing off their clothes challenging whomever to get one there and singing along. The pay off was a guy busting through a door, stark naked but covered with so much ink you couldn’t tell.
    I could sense that the audience was ‘with it’ the few who might have been concerned about coming to “this kind of show’ if not placated, were relaxing into it…..

    …..Two hours later Heck, naked save his gold cowboy boots and hat, was on top of Ram who was beating the air with his hooves. And that was it. Lights out, huge wave of applause, people standing so fast there were noises of things going thud, glass breaking but above all,  the enormous success that started in a barber shop in Amarillo and moved to a Tack Room on a ranch in the middle of nowhere.

    Sam had been digging for seven days, wouldn’t let anyone help him, took his sleeping bag, had a well dug…and kept digging. It’s easy to dig a hole in the ground but less so when there are parameters needed. This wasn’t a hole, it was a rectangle ten by ten by ten with one end sloped up to the surface. He looked up and could see the wranglers working on the board walk that would lead to side of the hole, a place for people to stand respectfully and wait. The show was dark the next day so a cargo plane had been chartered and everyone from the show would be there. All the people who should be there…he stopped, looked up at the winter sun, pale, lacking interest in human affairs, not even causing the grass to bend down.
    He threw the shovel into the ground, walked up the slope, got in a truck and drove away. He’d be back, they’d all be back, tomorrow.
    He was screaming every word he knew, crying and screaming, he could not go back to that house to the man in it…he would stay in the truck and fuck ’em if he was dirty. That’s how he was a dirty man.

    They all parked at some distance then walked the catwalk until they were standing beside the hole in the ground. Silent, somber, nothing to say. There was the sound of a horse walking slowly and, if they could make themselves look, there was a horse, a black stallion moving slowly toward the slope, down it. Heck held the reins and could almost not bear the next duty. Once before he’d seen Dane over Ram’s back, so tired he’d shot crimped bottle caps at him to wake him. Now his naked body, tied to Ram would never respond to Heck or Sam or his Father or all the men whom he’d loved, helped. He was dead. Sam took the body, held it in his arms while Heck led Ram, who didn’t seem to want to leave, away

    Heck and Sam took the body between them, laid in on the ground then they, too, walked up the slope. All the men on the catwalk shuffled away, down the thousand feet of it to where their trucks and cars were. The hole with Dane was behind them, no one looked back as he could not now look forward.


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