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  • A Big Sticky Mess

     Chadwick had stolen his breath and his common sense with just a smile. From the moment they had seen each other from across the room, and practically devoured each other with loaded glances he knew they’d end up like this…

    “I love having you like this…” Chadwick whispered softly, His deep, soothing voice dripping out of his lips like warm honey. A storm of unbridled love and lust in his eyes as he looked down on the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.  He traces the younger man’s lips lightly with the tip of his finger…

     “ Oh baby… I’m… I’m not gonna last long” Michael gasped, his plump lips trembling as he let out a small whimper. He was wide eyed, staring up at the man that was making him come apart. His cheeks go crimson as he blushes at his own admission. His big chocolate brown eyes fixated on Chadwick.

     He gasps once more and buries his face into the space between Chadwick’s neck and shoulder, wrapping his legs more tightly around his waist and hooking his ankles together at the back. His hands squeezed a fraction tighter around Chadwick’s broad, muscular shoulders, his hands clawing at the ebony skin.  

    Their bronzed bodies were melting into each other, connecting in a way that was almost magnetic. Michael’s stomach, it just wouldn’t stop fluttering at the feeling of Chadwick’s body pressed against his. He sunk into the warmth of the man on top of him and moaned into the flesh of his neck, scrunching his eyes closed as he felt every slow inward pump of Chadwick’s cock bring him closer and closer to the edge. 

    Chadwick gently cups his face with his strong hands and makes him look at him again. His handsome bearded face mere inches apart from his. His gentle eyes scanned his face before he smiled at him, looking deep into his eyes and to Michael it felt like the world had stopped.  

    He could feel his hot breath caress his face as Chadwick kept thrusting into him ever so slowly.  Pumping in deep and staying there, before slowly pulling back out and plunging back into him over and over again. It’s almost overwhelming.  It sends a cascade of endless shivers down Michael’s spine.  

    “I have wanted you since the moment I first saw you…You know that don’t you baby?” Chadwick growls lowly as he thrusts in and stays there. Ever so deep. Wanting to stay like this forever.

    “Oh my god…” Michael stuttered. His soulful brown eyes flickering open and closed. He throws his head back into the pillow. He was overcome with so many emotions.  It all feels so impossibly good. Chadwick is so deep within him. So deep. It’s incredible.

    Before he knows it, Chadwick is kissing him and the world fell away around them. Everything blurred at the edges. The kiss was slow and soft, comforting in ways that any words shared between them could ever possibly be. They both whimpered giving into it. Sparks flew in every direction. Michael’s hands clasp Chadwick’s face pulling him deeper into their mind numbingly pleasurable connection. He had longed for this for so long, and now they where here. It was finally happening.

     Chadwick is the first to pull out, gasping for breath. His arms in each side of Michael’s head holding him up as he looked down, taking a moment to savor the beautiful sight beneath him. Every groove, every curve on Michael’s body was intoxicating. So gorgeous. There was not an inch of him that he didn’t want to taste. He could spend hours just taking in the pleasure of a man that was so utterly gorgeous both inside and out. He let out a gratified chuckle. Making love was fun and all, but this was something else and he knew it on an almost cellular level.  Michael was special to him. He knew that much. 

    “You drive me crazy, you know that right?” Chadwick huffed, his defined chest rising up and down as he tried to regain control of his breath.

    He smiles down lovingly at Michael. He wanted to make this special for him.  At this moment he was completely his. And that was perfect.  He’s got him whimpering needily, trembling at his touch and bucking up against him. He’s got him moaning, all starved for him and cock hungry.  He’s got him with his thick thighs wrapped around his waist so tight because he wants it. He needs it. And who’s he to refuse him?

     

     Chadwick leans up and spreads Michael’s bronzed legs, pushing his knees up against his chest, and then finally, finally fucks into him. Michael gasps. Taken completely by surprise at the sudden change of pace. Chadwick begins fucking into him hard and rough, snapping his hips forward at a quickly escalating pace. Michael can’t help but scream out, his fingers frantically gripping the bed sheets as Chadwick really starts pounding into him after all that build up. Truly fucking him hard. Michael’s breath comes in short, fast pants, the fullness inside of him pushing him further and further to that blissful edge. Chadwick growls lowly, fucking him into the mattress at a rough pace. His hips undulating every time he rams into Michael.

    “That feel good baby?” Chadwick grunts, reluctantly slowing down his strokes until Michael gasps out a breathless “Yes” then pulling out ever so slowly before pumping back in at the same pace as before, hammering into Michael.

    “So fucking tight,” Chadwick groans, making Michael whimper as he pounds into him. Michael’s eyes widened and glazed each time Chadwick’s thrusts would hit his spot just right. It was mind-blowing.  He arched against Chadwick, desperately needing every inch of him inside, getting lost in insurmountable waves of pleasure as their bodies crashed against each other.  He throws his head back into the pillow, keening loudly but he bites his lips so fucking hard to stop himself from screaming. Sweat drips down his face, his whole body becoming slick with a sheen of sweat as he pushes back to meet every single thrust.  

    “God, listen to you,” Chadwick coos. “You love this so much, don’t you? Love being fucked?” He teases, smiling wickedly. “Fuck,” Michael manages, panting out in short breaths when Chadwick starts rabbiting into him, right into his prostate. Michael arches obscenely at the feeling “Chad!!!” He whimpers, eyes blowing wide.  Chadwick just keeps fucking him, snapping his hips forward, hitting Michael’s prostate dead-on, causing him to choke out a moan. Michael’s eyes fly open before fluttering shut ever so tight, lashes clumping from his light sweat.   

     

    Michael can feel himself clenching around Chadwick’s dick. He sucks in a ragged breath, a sob building in his throat but he stifles it and lets out a long, shuddering breath.

    Chadwick leans down and cups Michael’s face possessively before crashing their lips together into a red hot kiss. They panted into each other’s mouths, never breaking their pace. Michael claws frantically at Chadwick’s arms, before his hands roam all over his chest with unbridled lust, wanting to feel his gorgeous body.

    Chadwick slammed his lips into Michael’s and nearly knocked all wind from his lungs. Michael’s arms instinctively reached up and he tangled them around Chadwick’s thick, strong neck. Michael arched up into his broad chest, moaning at the indescribable feeling of Chadwick’s body heat against his own, before kissing him again, craving his lips like a drug. 

     

    “You’re mine. You’re part of me” Chadwick coos, face inches away from Michael’s as their lips parted. Michael’s response is somewhere between a gasp and a whine, paired with his thighs tightening their hold around Chadwick’s waist.

      

    They were both moving together in perfect sync. Their bodies are slicked with sweat by this point. Michael can feel himself tensing faster and quivering harder and aching all over with need. Michael knows Chadwick can see it, can sense it. He can feel his insatiable, lust filled eyes on his body, watching him ever so closely to make sure he doesn’t miss a single thing.

    “Make yourself a big sticky mess for me babe” Chadwick prompts. “ Go on, I wanna see…” he grunts still fucking into Michael’s tight hole.

    Chadwick’s words make Michael gasp as the heat in his lower stomach builds up. He tentatively reaches for his cock, he is already so close he knows he could cum any second. His dick is slicked wet with precum as he wraps a hand over it and begins to pump himself off in time with Chadwick’s thrusts, ass bouncing due to the force of Chadwick’s hips as he pounds into him.

    All Chadwick could do was stare in awe at how good Michael looked, all tensed up, covered in sweat, his mouth opened wide freely realising moans and whimpers.

    Michael’s eyes roll back as he works his hand to get himself off fast. 

    Chadwick leans into Michael, kissing his neck, grazing his teeth against it. He bites him ever so softly, and Michael whimpers, whole body trembling at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut at the insistent press of Chadwick’s cock against his prostate. Chadwick feels so huge inside him, pounding into him in a bruising pace now. Michael isn’t sure he’s breathing at all at this point.

     He’s so desperate to get off, his entire body feels like a pot that’s seconds away from boiling over. He knows the feeling all too well.  It came sooner than even he could have predicted. That feeling that you’re right on the edge and there’s nothing to pull you back now… except this time it’s a thousand times more intense than anything he’s ever felt before. He wraps his thighs ever so tightly around Chadwick’s waist, almost like a vice. He’s choking out tiny syllables of “ah, ah ah” as Chadwick takes him.

    He screws his eyes shut while his hand blurs over his prick. He fucks up into his fist, alternating between fucking himself back onto Chadwick’s cock and fucking up into his own hand. Michael moans obscenely the entire time. The muscles in his stomach tighten and spasm. He’s becoming sloppier and sloppier as he jerks himself off while pushing back to meet every powerful thrust.

    There’s no holding back.  He can’t hold it any longer. He gasps. Trembling as he chokes out his warning…

     

    “Chad… I… think I’m gonna… Oh my god!,” Michael gasps out breathlessly, eyes wide. The look on his face says it all. He’s completely overwhelmed by everything he’s feeling. Body and soul. Chadwick knows the feeling, empathizes completely.

    “I’m here. I’m right here with you… That’s it baby… That’s it. Cum for me… ” Chadwick reassured his beautiful lover. Hearing those words was all it took. Michael finally let’s go screaming brokenly as Chadwick slams against his prostate, over and over and over, a mess of desperate cries come pouring from his swollen lips.

    “ You’re… aaaaahhhh… you’re gonna make me!” Michael manages to shakily gasp out mere seconds before he finally, finally erupts, squirting ropes of cum all over both their bellies. As he cums it feels like he’s free-falling off the edge off the earth… all-consuming and slightly terrifying. He screams out, high pitched and brokenly. His eyes squeeze shut as he spurts off, creating a wet, white mess all over his stomach and chest. He gasped and trembled uncontrollably as hot splashes of cum drench his abs.  His whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and then the next began, and the next. The world seemed to be enveloped in a haze of light as his body continued to shudder through his powerful orgasm until the sound of Chadwick’s voice gently ushered him back down from his high.  

    ”You’re so beautiful…” Chadwick kisses his lips softly. Clinging to him, Michael saw stars.  Chadwick felt his breath stop, seeing Michael like this was too much…  

    Chadwick’s hips stutter as his own orgasm takes over his body. He doesn’t even get a chance to warn Michael. It’s so sudden and unexpected. His mouth falls open, a silent scream at the tip of his tongue, his eyes slip shut as waves of euphoria just wash over him.  Animalistic groans fly out of his mouth as he finally comes inside Michael, filling him with his seed. He erupts as he wildly fucks Michael into the mattress with the last bit of strength he possessed. His hips never stop pumping and Michael grips onto Chadwick when he feels him explode inside him. It’s so warm and wet and he can feel it coating his insides as Chadwick’s thrusts become sloppy and erratic. Chadwick gasps as his body shook through the aftershocks. He can’t take his eyes off Michael as he surrenders to the longest, hottest release of his entire life.

    “Oh baby… it feels so good” Michael gasps and leans up to crash their lips together. They kiss passionately, pulling each other deeper into the kiss as they clasp each other’s faces. Breathing each other in like a vapor.  

    Their spent bodies soon began to relax, being coaxed back to reality through the warm, gentle kisses they were gifting each other.  All their troubles, all their pain began to melt away and their surroundings began to disappear leaving only both of them. This. This felt true. This felt good. This felt right. 

    The End.

  • The L from Oak Park

    They had been on the same tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright house and studio in Oak Park, Illinois, and then they’d passed each other or sighted each other from the distance while both were strolling through the area picking out and observing the other houses Wright had designed and that had been constructed in what was now just a far suburb of Chicago. They were both of much the same look—blond, good-looking, trim, and dressed well in well-pressed khaki trousers, expensive polo shirts, and the latest style of athletic walkers, although neither was really athletic looking. They both looked more like college students than student athletes, which they were.

    There was a difference, a subtle difference in the look they had, the way they moved, and their interactions with the world around them, however. Ken was willowy and moved with grace; Thane was more solid, more deliberate, moving like he was in charge, like he owned the place. And Ken’s features were slightly more delicate than Thane’s. He didn’t maintain eye contact with someone he was aroused by. He’d dip his head, smile slightly, and blush. He had done that with Thane when they had first encountered each other. Thane looked directly at Ken from the very first, during the tour of the Wright house, his eyes commanding, undressing, possessing. The two young men, even though very similar in appearance, both knew the natural role of the other.

    Both knew instinctively that the other was actively gay.

    After the first couple of chance encounters during the house and studio tour and later when walking the neighborhood, Ken started looking for where Thane might appear. If he had the impression that Thane was tracking him, he was right. They surprised each other, though—or at least Ken was surprised—when they found themselves standing almost side-by-side on the sidewalk and watching a couple of muscled-up guys roofing one of the houses that obviously predated Wright’s work in the town.

    “Queen Anne style, I think. Turn-of-the-century Victorian. Not Wright’s style, surely.”

    Ken turned in surprise at the sound to see that the young man—the one he’d been playing tag with since they both toured the Wright house—was standing beside him. “Yes, I think it looks earlier than Wright,” he said, “although I think Wright started designing that style, when he worked for someone else.” He was slightly embarrassed because it wasn’t the house that had made him stop and look. It was the roofers. They were real hunks. Probably rough trade, he thought—to be ogled from afar. He didn’t want it to be obvious that he had been watching the men rather than the house and mentally picking one out for imaginary play he wasn’t brave enough to take beyond his imagination.

    “So, you’re an architect, are you?” Ken asked.

    “They’re in prime shape, aren’t they?” Thane said, as if he hadn’t heard Ken’s question. “It must be hard work, or it wouldn’t be warm enough out today for them to work shirtless. They have such good muscle tone because it’s hard work. Real hunks.”

    Surprised again, all Ken could think of responding with was, “Yes, the temperature seems to be dipping this afternoon. If their work wasn’t so vigorous they surely would be cold.”

    “But you’re glad they’re working shirtless, aren’t you?”

    “Yes,” Ken answered, surprised not only by the directness of the other young man’s conversation but also by how openly he himself had admitted his interest. The other guys seemed always to be able to tell about him—that he’d be sexually aroused by the roofers. He had no idea why. It was like he exuded pheromones that screamed “fuck me.”

    “Me too,” the young man said. “I can always appreciate a beautiful body in motion. Thane. My name is Thane. We met—or at least brushed up against each other a time or two—at the Wright house, during the tour. I hoped we would have a chance to talk. Are you an architecture student?”

    “Uh, a student, but not architecture,” Ken answered. “My name’s Ken. I go to the University of Chicago. Fine arts—creative writing program. We were sent out to get inspiration and write a story. I thought Frank Lloyd Wright and Oak Park would inspire me.”

    That wasn’t the only reason Ken had taken this excursion. He hadn’t had any in over a week, and it had him horny and full of nervous energy. And he was tired of his needs controlling his actions. A ride on the L out to Oak Park seemed to have been a good, nonthreatening idea. He’d had no idea he’d see someone here who interested him.

    “And?”

    “So far nothing inspiring,” Ken answered and laughed.

    “Pity. I seem to have lost my charisma then. It’s tough learning you aren’t inspiring.”

    Ken laughed. It was a slightly nervous laugh, which Thane caught, but it relieved some of the tension that had been building inside Ken. He took another look at Thane, liking what he saw. Liking that Thane had guessed his sexual interest and seemed to be fine with it. His mind started to assess Thane as a possible sex partner. Was he gay—actively gay? Was he a top? Was he hung? Ken had a weakness for hung. Everything Ken had seen and heard Thane say so far pointed to all of the right answers.

    “Not even the guys roofing that house? Those beautiful torsos in motion—they don’t inspire you?” Thane asked. He was smiling. Ken thought he had a nice smile.

    “Well, maybe,” Ken said, and smiled. “But they look rough. Not my type—or my speed, at least.”

    “Good,” Thane said, but then, before either could follow up on that, he said, “I’m fine arts too. U of C too, but my area is fine art itself. That’s why I find those bodies up there interesting; I paint them. But not today. Today I’m here spying out Wright’s design motifs. I plan on working them into a series of paintings. Not that I’m not interested in them sexually, of course. I am. Although they aren’t my speed either.”

    He smiled at Ken. He couldn’t have been more straightforward about being gay and attracted to Ken rather than the roofers. “I’m spending most of my time on the lakefront now, at the Chicago Museum of Art,” he continued.

    “Oh, so that’s why I haven’t met you at the university yet,” Ken said. “You’re mostly at the museum and I’m mostly in a dusty classroom.” As soon as he’d said it, Ken had wanted not to have said it. It wasn’t surprising two men hadn’t met at Chicago, which was a huge university, even if they were in the same school of the university. What he’d meant was that, both also being gay, it was strange they hadn’t met within the same circles. Chances were good they knew someone in common.

    “Yes, strange we haven’t met yet. I know a guy in the writing program, though. A graduate student. Erick Malloy. We cruise with each other sometimes.”

    Ken shivered. Yes, he knew Erick. And Erick knew him—biblically. Was Thane thinking of him as he had been thinking of Thane—wondering if they were a fit. “Yes, I know Erick. I’ve gone with him before.” There, that should establish that. “Gone with him” was pretty understandable code for “have been fucked by him—have bottomed for his topping.”

    “Erick’s from Boston. Stockbrokers, I think. Quite a party guy, I think,” Thane said.

    Why did guys in his circle always specify a place and family business of wealth, Ken wondered. It seemed like establishing a club just for them. He guessed it was part of the stratification of people living in Chicago—vast wealth on the lakefront and deep poverty just blocks off the water. The fear of poverty and those trapped in it.

    “Yes, I’ve partied with Erick,” he said as if he couldn’t avoid playing the game himself. “I visited his family in Boston over winter break too. Our families are acquainted. He showed me a good time.”

    Thane smiled, which Ken didn’t miss. Yes, that had established that—Thane was a top to Ken’s bottom and they both understood what was what. It only remained to establish mutual interest—and opportunity. And they were so well matched otherwise—both sunny blonds, the same age, probably even the same class. “Your accent. You sound like you’re a New Englander.”

    God, why did he have to check that out, Ken wondered. He was trapped in this class distinction thing.

    “Yes. Bar Harbor,” Thane answered. “A long family line up there. Shipping rather than fishing.”

    The monied class, Ken thought. Like me—and Erick. Quite a dominator, that Erick. A fast reloader. “I’m from the Hamptons. Long Island. My family’s in banking.”

    “Great,” Thane said. “I’m off to see the Unity Temple, the Unitarian church Wright designed. Would you—?”

    “Ah, I saw that before the house tour,” Ken answered. “It’s about time for my train. I’m taking the L back to Cottage Grove and walk back to the university. I just have time enough to look at the Robey House again before that.”

    “Well, then. Maybe I’ll see you on the platform,” Thane answered.

    “Yes, maybe.”

    “I go all the way back to the Loop. I was thinking of going back to the museum, but maybe I’ll just go back to the apartment. It’s between the Loop and the museum.”

    “You have an apartment downtown?”

    “Yes, if you can call it that. Three rooms and a bath. But all mine.”

    “You live alone?”

    “Yes. All mine, just me. A living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. The bed takes up nearly the whole bedroom, but it’s a double.”

    He was establishing opportunity, obviously with the assumption that Ken wanted to know that. Why do they always know, Ken mused. It must be pheromones.

    “Well, then, I guess I’d better get over the Robey House if I want to make the next train,” Ken said.

    They turned away from each other, headed in different directions, both doing so a bit reluctantly. Their attention went to the house where the roof was being redone. For the first time, they saw that one of the roofers, a young, muscular, dark-headed hunk, was standing near the edge and looking down at them. He was smiling and was rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

    Thane laughed and Ken blushed.

    “That would be rough trade,” Thane said.

    “Absolutely,” Ken agreed.

    “I won’t be rough. I’ll treat you right,” Thane said in a low, throaty voice.

    “You can tell that easily?” Ken asked.

    “I knew when we were touring Wright’s house,” Thane answered. “Later.”

    Pheromones, Ken thought. He looked up at the rooftop again. The hunk was still there, looking at him and rubbing his crotch. I suppose even he can tell, even from that distance, Ken thought. Fat chance, though. A whole different world. Rough trade.

    Both Ken and Thane moved off toward their separate destinations, each knowing they’d bust a gut to make the next train back to Chicago central—that they would hook up.

    * * * *

    Ken and Thane were sitting close together on the Oak Park train station platform, whispering, when the hunk from the roofing project walked out onto the platform, gave the two a close look, walked over to the edge of the platform, and looked down the track as if the train would materialize at his bidding. He was a mean-looking son of a gun, Ken thought, and his toes curled in his sneakers at the thought of being dominated by a man like that—if Ken were brave enough to hook up with a guy from that world.

    Thane had been touching Ken—they’d gotten that far physically and farther verbally—judiciously, but he pulled away when he sensed the young roofer, dressed in a sweatshirt now, worn jeans, and cowboy boots, had come onto the platform.

    “It’s just a few more stops,” Thane was whispering. “You could come down to the L with me, to my apartment, and it would be just a short train ride back to the university when we were done.”

    “I don’t know. I have to think up something for this story I have to write. It’s due on Thursday.”

    “I could give you inspiration, if your professor can handle racy.”

    “He’s gay, and he’s quite loose himself,” Ken answered.

    “Which means he’s fucked you?”

    Ken didn’t answer, but that, in itself, was an answer. Thane laughed and changed the subject—sort of. “Erick. Do you think he’s good? He satisfies you?”

    “He’s good. A fast reloader,” Ken answered. Chills were going up his spine, talking openly like this. But then they’d already kissed at the side of the station and felt each other up and Thane had said he wanted to fuck Ken, and Ken hadn’t objected to that.

    The wheels were grinding in his mind. Maybe Thane was right—maybe he could get inspiration for a story from this. Coupling with a stranger met on the L from Oak Park. He was self-conscious at the look of lust Thane was giving him. God, Thane was handsome, Ken thought—then he felt a bit tawdry, as Thane could be a double for himself. Almost. Was he that narcissistic? He looked away from Thane, only to see the young roofer looking at him. A dark, sultry muscle man. Ken had the fleeting question of whether the rough-trade-looking roofer was hairy. But he’d seen him shirtless. Yes, his chest was hairy, but not grossly so.

    Ken shuddered. He was going hard. He hadn’t made up his mind yet. Maybe he should go with Thane. He hadn’t had it for over a week, and he was needy.

    In fact, the last guy who had fucked him was Erick. Three times in one afternoon. That fast reloading thing. But Erick was all that—

    “Nice.”

    “What?” Ken asked, looking back at Thane, and realizing that Thane had taken the risk of touching his basket—tracing his dick through the material of his trousers—and discovering that he was hard.

    “Nice dick,” Thane said. “Is that for me?”

    “Maybe,” Ken said. Was it, he wondered. He looked back at where the roofer was standing, but the train was in sight now, and the roofer’s attention had gone to that.

    “You’ve got nice length. But Erick? Have you found Erick to be—?”

    “Not really, no,” Ken said. And now that he thought about it, that was right. He kept thinking of Erick’s reloading ability, and he realized he focused on that because Erick’s cock was underwhelming and Ken liked them—

    “You like them big, don’t you?” Thane said.

    “Yes,” Ken answered, honestly. He was scandalized by this open talk, but it was arousing him. He couldn’t help himself. He was ripe for it.

    “You’re coming back to my apartment with me, aren’t you? I can satisfy you.”

    “We’ll see.” But then they were standing up from the bench and headed for the train. The stop here, en route back to the Chicago downtown, wouldn’t be long.

    “See if you can find an empty carriage and sit where I can watch you,” Thane whispered to Ken as they climbed up into the train car and walked through a couple of sparsely populated train cars until they had gotten to a deserted one. “It looks like we’ll have this car all to ourselves until we get down into the city. Sit in one of the side seats, facing the aisle, and spread your legs. Make your basket move with just your cock. I’ll sit in one of the facing seats. If no one’s watching, I’ll jerk off while I’m watching you.”

    “Thane! You’re a bad boy,” Ken said and laughed.

    “Yes I am. Bad to the boner. Then we’ll go to my apartment and I’ll fuck your lights out with this big cock of mine. How do you like it? Missionary? Doggie? Both? Erick prefers missionary, I know.”

    “Thane!” Ken exclaimed.

    “Both, right? But mostly missionary. And then he wants you to cowboy, right?”

    Ken shivered and then gave a nervous laugh. “Yes,” he answered to the positions; “Maybe,” was all he said about going to Thane’s apartment. But as Thane had directed, Ken sat in one of the side-facing seats and Thane slipped into the first seat facing forward where his lower body was hidden from view from the seat back in front of him.

    “Spread your legs and touch your basket,” Thane whispered as the train started up. “Run your fingers the length of it. Show me how long you are. Make the snake move.”

    Ken did as directed. No one else was in the train car—they’d gone to the last car on the train. He liked to be directed. He liked being submissive.

    “I’ve got it out. I’m jerking it off,” Thane hissed, and Ken shuddered and went harder.

    “Come back to my apartment with me. Let me fuck you to heaven.”

    Further banter was cut off, though, as both turned their attention toward the hissing sound of the opening door at the end of the car. The young roofer entered the car, sauntered back to them, and sprawled in the side seat facing Ken. He spread his legs, let a hand dangle between his thighs, and gave Ken a knowing smile. Ken sat up straighter. The roofer didn’t.

    Thane, who had also sat up straighter, cleared his throat and said, “So, Ken, I thought we’d go down to the Loop and then walk over to the art museum. There’s a special Van Dyck exhibit on and I’d also like to do the Italian Renaissance painter’s exhibit. How about that?”

    “It’s a plan,” Ken said. He answered Thane, but his eyes were on the roofer.

    “So, you’re university students,” The roofer said, his voice deep, almost mocking.

    “Yes, we’re at the University of Chicago,” Thane answered. “And you? Are you in college?” At least he and Ken could discern the sarcasm in his voice, whether or not the roofer got the jab.

    “Dropped out of high school,” the young man said. “Expelled,” he added, with a laugh. “But I’ve had a college student or two. So, your name is Ken.” He was looking directly at Ken, obviously snubbing Thane.

    “Yes,” Ken answered, watching the roofer’s hand drop closer to what seemed to be a massive bulge at his crotch. Mentally, he was willing the hand to reach its destination, to unzip his jeans, to . . .

    Thane had gotten him all sexed up. He was throbbing with need.

    “I’m Thane,” Thane said to no one in particular and then, pointedly looking at the roofer, tripped on, “So, are you Bubba?”

    The young hunk didn’t take the bait. It wasn’t Thane he was interested in. “Stan, my name’s Stan. I got eight inches for you, if you can handle that.” He still was talking directly to Ken. “You take cock, don’t you? I can tell by how you watched me up on the roof back there that you’d take my cock—that you wanted me inside you.”

    “Jolly good fantasy,” Thane responded, as if eight claimed inches were something to sniff at. “Have you studied the Italian Renaissance artists, Ken?”

    “Uh, no,” Ken answered. “But I’ve been to Italy. Rome, Florence, Venice. My travel year after prep school.”

    “Hasn’t everyone?” Thane said. “I ended up there after doing the rest of Europe. How about you, Stan? Where have you traveled?”

    “I went to Oak Park today,” Stan said. “And I saw a blond hottie there I think is dying to get it—eight inches of it.”

    “My, you’re not shy, are you?” Thane said, trying to keep his voice light. He would know there were limits to how far he could go. This construction worker had him by thirty pounds and years of dirty fighting experience.

    “Neither are you,” Stan shot back. “You want to make this honey as much as I do. You’re goin’ with one of us, Blondie. I know you want it. We all know you want it—that you’re dyin’ to take cock.”

    The train was approaching the Cottage Grove stop, the closest one to the University of Chicago.

    “You’re not getting off here, are you, Ken?” Thane said in a low voice. “You’re coming down to the Loop with me, aren’t you?”

    “I’m not getting off here,” Ken answered.

    They all went silent as the train pulled into the Cottage Grove platform, which was Ken’s stop, hung there for a few minutes, and then started out again toward the Chicago downtown. They all held themselves there in suspension for a few more minutes, waiting to see if anyone else would enter the car. All three were breathing heavily. Stan’s eyes were boring into Ken, and he was rubbing his crotch. Ken was looking back at Stan; he’d spread his legs again—he’d had to to relieve the pressure—and was touching his basket. Thane was looking at Ken with a commanding gaze and muttering about the good time he was going to show the other college student.

    As the train picked up speed and no one else entered the car, Stan slowly unzipped his jeans and rolled out his cock. He hadn’t been lying about the eight inches. He’d neglected to say they were eight thick inches, though.

    “I’m thinkin’ you want it big.” He was staring at Ken. Ken was trembling but didn’t answer. “Your friend here have it as big?” He looked over at Thane, who didn’t answer him. “I didn’t think so.”

    They held in pattern for several minutes, Stan holding his cock in his hand and giving Ken a knowing smile, until the train was slowing again. They were pulling into the Ashland station. They had entered a blighted band around the city between the flashy, high-rise downtown area on the lakefront and the start of the wealthy suburbs, out where they had left Oak Park.

    Stan stuffed his cock back into his jeans, stood up, and stretched. The train was still moving. He was agile on the balls of his feet despite his muscular physique. He had no trouble maintaining his balance and he was the model of self-confidence.

    “This is my stop, Blondie. You gonna get off the train with me and get off on my cock? You gonna go slumming with me? You go with me, you’ll know you been fucked.” Both Ken and Thane were blonds, but it was quite evident Stan wasn’t addressing Thane.

    * * * *

    Ken was being grabbed under his pits and roughly turned on the sagging mattress of the bed in the fleabag by-the-hour gay hotel on Ashland. He had just a few seconds to look out of the nearby window, past the blinking neon hotel sign, and into street to see that twilight had fallen.

    His cheeks stung from being slapped around; his throat was sore from being rhythmically throttled to heighten the effect of the sex. His legs ached from the positions they’d had to maintain while he was being fucked. His spirits were dancing on the clouds.

    Talk about fast reloading, Erick had nothing over Stan in that department. Stan had been fucking him for hours, it seemed. The muscular roofer had reamed him seriously open. Stan had started with a missionary, then a doggie, and then, like Erick, he’d wanted Ken to cowboy him. But unlike Erick, Stan was eight thick inches of power and rough nastiness.

    They’d been in the hotel room for two hours, and Ken was wrung out like a dishrag. He was moaning, but he was still purring.

    His head was bent back over the end of the bed. His view of the hotel window was blotted out by the sight of an eight-inch, thick cock. Again. He opened his mouth, unhinging his jaw so that he could take the cock in his throat. This wasn’t the first . . . or the second . . . time Stan had pushed his hard eight inches inside Ken’s throat. The man was perpetually hard; there seemed to be no recovery time at all. Stan bent his muscular, dark and hairy body over Ken’s lithe, smooth torso, his fists trapping Ken’s wrists, and took Ken’s cock in his mouth. They seemed to sixty-nine for an eternity. Ken had never sixty-nined before. But he’d done it three times in the last two-and-a-half hours now and had been fucked seven ways from Sunday between blow jobs.

    Stan reversed himself on Ken, Ken’s head still draped over the end of the bed. His ankles were being lifted and hooked on Stan’s shoulders. Stan had one arm encasing Ken’s calves and the hand of the other one pulling on Ken’s cock, as he thrust his cock inside Ken’s ass again and began to piston him vigorously.

    “Open up. Give it to me, Blondie!” Stan commanded.

    “I’ve been giving it to you all afternoon,” Ken responded with a deep groan.

    “And you been lovin’ it. Smarty pants never had it so good.”

    Ken couldn’t quibble with that.

    “Fuckin’ give it to me. Open more. I ain’t near finished with you yet. Take it, take it, take it. You was beggin’ for it with your eyes and tease. You was beggin’ for it the first time I put it in you.”

    “Shit! Fuck!” Ken cried out, but he willed himself to open totally to the huge-cocked man, and the eight hard inches sank deeper inside him. The first couple of fucks, Ken had tried to take it silently, knowing the walls were thin as paper in this fleabag. But this was a by-the-hour gay dive. He was hearing sex in stereo from all sides. He finally just let it loose and gave Stan the cries and encouragement that gave him some release and that made the muscle man plow harder.

    Stan lifted his torso higher, pulling Ken’s buttocks off the surface of the bed and giving the young bottom a good view of the thick base of his cock pulling out and slamming down into Ken’s hole. The backs of Ken’s legs were being rubbed against Stan’s silky chest hair. Ken opened further, totally, collapsed, and moaned the pleasure of the big cock moving inside him, its bulb finding and exploring every nook and cranny of Ken’s channel. With a whimper, Ken shoot another load. He had lost count. He had never come this much. His balls ached.

    The virile construction worker just kept on pumping.

    God, how the lower classes could fuck, Ken mused as he moaned and groaned at another barebacked seeding—Stan having told him he couldn’t afford rubbers and then had laughed.

    “You’ll take me raw, won’t you? I just been checked, and you look like you’ve never tried it raw, so should be OK. You look like you’re dying to have it raw. I’m dyin’ to have you raw.”

    Then, without asking permission, Stan fucked him raw. And then again. And again.

    Stan had already had the bulb of it inside Ken when he first brought up rubbers, so there wasn’t much Ken could say. At that moment he was dying to have it inside him. Stan was right—he’d begged Stan to put his cock inside him. He’d had no idea he’d like it this rough. Nothing fancy or fastidious about a Chicago slums construction worker. He wanted it and he took it. And even while crying like a baby Ken loved having it taken from him by a big, crude bruiser. And, yes, he loved it raw. He loved Stan firing off inside him and then, subsequently sliding around in the cum when he gave it to Ken again.

    He could be a slut for a hung construction worker. He was a slut for Stan. Somehow Stan had known he would be.

    Well, Thane had been right, Ken thought. He definitely could get a short story out of his trip on the L to Oak Park.


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  • Letting the side down!

    I was parked near to the local playing field and I noticed that the College football team had just finished a game. The team coach, Adam Jenkins, was a really good mate of mine. I drove over to the changing rooms just as Adam arrived off of the pitch.

    “Do you want to come and wait in the changing room?” He asked me. “I might be a while. I’ve got to discipline one of the lads.”I wondered what he meant by discipline.

    I followed Adam into the changing room and almost creamed my underwear! The young teenagers who played football were peeling off their kit and walking naked to the open showers. My dick strained against my Calvin’s as I watched the boys taking showers, drying themselves and getting dressed.

    One by one, or in small groups, the lads finished and left the changing room until only three boys were left, including two black guys. Adam had stopped one boy, a half-caste guy whose name was Sofiane, when he had tried to go out of the door, telling the boy that he wanted a word with him. Adam started to tell the kid off. It appeared that the lad had played really badly and had caused the team to lose the game. Adam was annoyed with the boy telling him that he was useless and wasn’t fit to be on the team. 

    Finally, Adam gave the boy a choice. Punishment or immediate expulsion from the team. The lad chose punishment, much to the amazement of the other two muscled black guys from Sofianne’s team.

    “We’re going to give you a thrashing.” Adam told the boy,

    My dick muscle twitched and my pre-come lube oozed out of my piss hole and onto the white cotton of my Calvin Klein’s.

    “Strip down to your undershorts.” Adam ordered the lad. “We’re going to show you what happens to boys who cause this team to loose a game.”

    Sofiane looked confused.

    “Come on boy strip down.” Adam told him.

    Very slowly, Sofiane pulled off his light green polo shirt to bare his smooth young muscular chest and his well-developed pecs. He had a fucking sexy body and looking at him getting himself peeled down was making my cock strain continuously against the material of my white underwear. Sofiane then bent down, pulled his Nike trainers off, stood upright and looked at Adam.

    “Jeans off.” Adam commanded.

    Sofiane looked at his two mates, Leo and John and started to blush.

    Very slowly, Sofiane moved his hands to the waist of his skinny jeans, unbuckled his belt, pulled open the waist button followed by the button fly and pulled his jeans down to his ankles revealing his smooth brown legs, strong thighs and his bulging white briefs. Sofiane stepped out of his jeans and stood in front of us wearing nothing but his underwear. The boy’s bulge was enormous and his cock was clearly outlined through the white cotton. The material was very thin and his long thick shaft and knob were fully visible through it.

    Adam looked at Sofiane. “Stop wasting time and get those fucking underwear off.” The American told Sofiane. “We wanna see your bare ass!”

    Sofiane turned bright red! I think that, up to that moment, the boy hadn’t realised that he would have to completely bare himself; I think that he had been expecting to be allowed to keep his underwear on. He had never imagined that he was going to get thrashed with his buttocks bared!

    “Get ’em off” Adam commanded.

    Reluctantly, his face as red as a beetroot, Sofiane moved his hands to the waist elastic of his briefs and stood there as if undecided as to what to do next.

    “I fucking told you to get ’em off.” Adam ordered.

    Sofiane put the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands around the waist elastic of his white underwear and very slowly eased them down to his ankles. He bent over, lifted his legs one at a time and pulled his underwear right off. Now stripped to the nude, except for a pair of white socks, having been allowed no modesty whatsoever and been made to suffer the humiliation of dropping his briefs in front of us, Sofiane stood with his hands over his crotch shyly covering his penis and bollocks.

    “Stand at attention with your arms by your sides.” Adam told him. “And stop covering yourself up like a girl. You’ve got nothing between your legs that we haven’t got. Both of us have got a dick and two balls the same as you.”

    Sofiane reluctantly did as he was told. I don’t know why the lad had been so shy about baring his man-tackle because, when he had removed his white cotton underwear, he had revealed a heavy, shaved, ball-sack and a long, thick penis that he should have been more than proud of. He was fucking well developed! A good looking guy like him, hung like a horse and a member of the team, should be able to get all the pussy or ass that he wanted.

    Adam looked sternly at Sofiane. “Spread your legs boy.” Adam ordered. “Spread those fucking legs wide.” Sofiane did as he was told.

    “Now bend over that bench, spread your legs and get yourself ready to take your punishment.”

    Hesitantly, Sofiane obeyed him. We looked at the boy’s firm rounded buttocks that were bared and sticking out ready to receive his treatment for letting the side down. Through Sofiane’s open legs I could see the back of his shaved bollocks and his knob which hung proudly down well below his big balls. He had a fucking long prick! I wondered how many offers the kid got at the urinal?

    Adam rubbed his man-tackle through his shorts. Leo and John gave him the thumbs-up sign and moved forwards to secure Sofiane. Meanwhile, Adam grasped Sofiane’s left buttock in the palm of his left hand, spread the boy’s ass-cheeks and spat onto the lad’s anus. He then used his right hand to pull his black shorts down to his knees. His 8.5″ long thick cock stuck out proudly from his thick black pubic hair. He was fully erect!

    “Hold him real tight mate.” Adam told Leo and John. “I’m going up him.”

    The coach grasped his solid fat shaft around its base with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and held his big bare blood-engorged dick-head up against Sofiane’s butt-hole.

    “No! No!” Sofiane screamed, realising that he was about to be fucked. “Please, Mr Jenkins. No! Not that! You can’t fuck me!”

    Adam laughed and began penetration, shoving his long fat cock slowly but surely right up the boy’s anus. Sofiane was no longer an ass virgin!

    The kid struggled to get away, but Leo and John’s grip was secure. His virgin shit-hole had been stretched wide as Adam had penetrated it and rammed the entire length of his penis right up it! Adam was fucking the guy hard, and with each stroke his balls slammed against Sofianne’s ass as he was fully penetrated. 

    Adam continued to shag the struggling eighteen-year-old student with long deep hard thrusts of his huge cock! He began to ram the lad harder and harder, getting stronger, fucking faster, moving his cock up and down his crap tunnel, pushing his engorged penis deeper and deeper inside him, shoving it right up into Sofiane’s bowels.

    “Take that cock and learn boy.” Adam told Sofiane as he raped him for his punishment. “Take it! Feel the size of it! Feel the heat of it! Feel my big knob right up inside your tight ass! Feel how much it hurts! Suffer and learn what happens when you let your team down.”

    Adam built up his rhythm and shoved his tool up the boy harder and harder. He was raping the boy without mercy, punishing him and fucking him. Sofiane sure was paying the price for letting the team down! The coach pulled his long cut prick almost all the way out of the boy, leaving just the tip of his huge bare dick-head inside the lad’s anus. It was so intense watching Adam’s solid cock release and then embed itself between the boy’s sweet cheeks with Leon & John’s eyes also fixed on the sight of Sofiane’s stretched arsehole.  

    Adam then he rammed his rigid, throbbing fat cock right up inside the boy as hard as he fucking could! Adam’s thighs slapped up against Sofiane’s bare buttocks, every time he thrust his inches of hot man-meat deep inside Sofiane’s butt-hole, Adam really rammed him hard.

    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Adam moaned, as he climaxed, obviously shooting wads of his hot spunk, bathing the inside of Sofiane’s ass.

    “You know, I think he enjoyed that.” I told Adam as he withdrew his well lubed cock from the lads ass. As he did so a river of white liquid spilled out of Sofiane’s ass – trickling down his ass cheeks and onto the floor. Sofiane looked almost dazed at the thought of being fucked by another man – but his fully erect cock was glistening with pre-cum so it cannot have been too bad for him.

    “I think so too.” the coach replied. “Get your fucking dick up him as well mate and really teach him a lesson.”

    Sofiane was now pinned down on one of the changing room benches with legs in the air.

    As quickly as I could, I stripped to the waist, undid my jeans, pulled them and my white underwear down to my ankles, collapsed on top of the kid and rammed my 8″ erection straight up his crap-hole, still oozing spunk from Adam’s juices. Sofiane moaned.

    Leo and John, still fully clothed but with obvious erections in their pants, obediently grasped the boy firmly around his shoulders as I started to pump his hole as hard as I could.

    “How do you like his ass-hole mate?” Adam asked.

    “It’s fucking great man!” I answered as I rammed my prick in and out of Sofiane’s rectum. “Fucking great – and the thought of your spunk up there as well, lubing the kid!”

    Adam moved up towards Sofiane’s mouth and made him taste his cock – fresh from the kids own ass, mixing the musky sweetness of ass juice with the salty spunk of man-meat.

    I was shagging the kid even harder; this was rape without mercy! My full weight pressed down onto the lad’s body as I raised his ass in the air and thrust my solid penis in and out of his shit-hole!

    Sofiane continued to moan as I raped him with my 8″-inch cock! I was so fucking turned on and shafting the kid so fucking hard that I couldn’t control myself! I quickly climaxed and shot a real heavy load of sperm up inside the boy’s hole, mixing with Adam’s spunk.

    But it wasn’t finished yet.

    “The more it hurts, the more you’ll remember it.” Adam told him. “And you sure fucking need to remember. You fuck up on the field, you get fucked like this when you get back in the changing room. Don’t think you’re the first to suffer!”

    “Leo shove your prick in his gob mate while John fucks him.”  Adam said.

    Leo knelt down in front of Sofiane, lifted the lad’s head by his hair then shoved his black erection right down the kid’s throat, making the boy choke.

    Meanwhile, John produced a massive black 10″ boner and rammed his cock right up Sofiane’s ass. As he pulled out I watched as John released droplets of Adam’s and my spunk from Sofiane’s anus with each withdrawal. The lad was getting fucked from both ends and he was getting it good and hard! Soon John withdrew and was replaced by Leo, while John made Sofiane suck him off, stretching his mouth around John’s girth. Leo’s balls were thick and heavy and slapped against Sofianne’s spunk covered ass with each thrust.

    Leo had a superb circumsized thick cock 9″ cock and it was great to see the width that Sofiane’s asshole had been stretched to accommodate his thrusts. It was an inch smaller than John’s maybe but the width more than compensated. After watching all this fucking, it was not long before Leo spunked deep with Sofiane’s bowels, spunk oozing out of the kid as Leo released the monster from his team mate’s cute ass.

    John asked for Sofiane to stand up and allow him to fuck him from behind. By now, Sofiane was suitably submissive – he knew this was the treatment he deserved. John grasped Sofiane around the neck and quickly penetrated his well-rogered asshole. With each thrust, more spunk was released from his anus lubing John’s balls and shaft with each movement, and a pool of spunk drops littered the floor. Adam moved round the front now and swallowed Sofiane’s well endowed cock.  Sofiane’s cock was dripping wet as Adam licked his balls and shaft and it was not long before he moaned he was cumming. Adam withdrew his mouth and let John wank the kid to completion. Stream after stream of spunk shot from Sofiane’s penis over Adam’s face, his sphincter clenching in rythmn around John’s cock.

    As John filled his team mate with his black cock, Sofiane’s bowels just gave way. John finally climaxed what must have been a wad of spunk and as he released himself from Sofiane’s ass. I watched as you could see the results of spunk dripping from Sofiane. John’s extra deep penetration, coupled with the lubrication from three previous cum shots, made Sofiane almost shit himself!

    John’s cock was very lightly stained with ass-chocolate. “Get Sofiane to lick you clean boy – that’ll teach him not to play a shit game ever again!”. This was just too horny for words. I just approached Sofiane, licked up the juices around his distended asshole and then thrust my still erect cock deep up his rectum. His asshole was much slacker now and with each penetration was a sloppy sound of spunk being oozed from his shit channel.  It was not long before I filled Sofiane’s rectum with another hot load of thick hot white man-cream!

    “OK guys, lets get dressed – I think Sofiane knows the score”, Adam said. As we got dressed Adam threw a towel at Sofiane and told him to get cleaned up and wipe the spunk off the floor before you leave. 

    “You fuck up on the field again, you get the same treatment”. Sofiane was not the first to be punished in this fashion by the coach – and I doubt he would be the last! “and if one of your team members fucks up next time, you can be the first to teach him a lesson – i’ll promise you that”.

    We left Sofiane to clean himself up in the shower, cum still running out from his well-fucked asshole and his well-hung cock still fully erect from his treatment. Something told me he may have quietly enjoyed the feeling of losing his ass virginity and we may be seeing more of Sofiane at future after-game sessions!

    As we left the changing rooms, a petite and horny looking girl was waiting outside and asked for Sofiane. He’ll be along very soon John told her, he’s just got back into the shower to clean up again. She looked puzzled and we just walked away. If only she knew…he had released his spunky load after being gang fucked by his team mates….


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  • My Straight Friend Ian Caught Me Jerking Off to Gay Porn

    Hi readers, my name is Cade. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy sharing with you the night my totally straight roommate and my best friend came home early and caught me lying on the sofa butt naked jerking off my big 8-inch hard cock to a sizzling raunchy gay scene with a video featuring Paul Canon and Johnny Rapid like two dogs in heat. The loud sex noise of the two hot dudes plus my loud moaning prevented me from hearing my buddy Ian enter the room.

    Ian and I are both 21-year-old juniors at the state university and are roommates. We have been best friends ever since we met as freshman in high school on the baseball team. I’d been able to keep my secret from Ian that I was this constantly horny gay man until this particular night when he caught me masturbating to the gay porn video. Ian was a red-blooded straight horny dude and lady’s man who had rotated for several months between fucking five co-ed sluts on campus that he had strung along making each co-ed believe she was his only fucking partner.

    Let me give you a little background about Ian and me.

    My name is Cade, a 21-year-old university student measuring in political science as well as a campus jock playing second base on the university baseball team . All my friends tell me that I’m a very handsome dude with my strong athletic physic standing 5-feet and 10-inches tall, weighing 155-pounds, with neatly trimmed shoulder length curly blond hair, light blue eyes, a prominent set jaw, semi-tanned hairless body except for underarm hair and light fuzzy blond pubic hair, a very big 8-inch thick cock and above average balls ready to empty my load in a man’s ass at a moments notice.

    Ian, my best friend, is a pre-med student and is my teammate on the baseball team playing the position  of catcher. We have very different physical features. He too is hell of a handsome dude. He is a dark skinned Italian with coal black curly hair, dark brown eyes,, stands 6-feet and 4-inches, weighs a ribbed muscle hard body of 220 pounds, rock hard muscle lined legs, thick thighs, awesome arms, large bulging biceps, and a very impressive big 9-inch cock with huge balls full of cum.

    On that given night I was wildly jerking my diamond hard cock in my dorm room and was near coming as I watched two of my favorite gay porn stars on the computer screen Paul Canon and Johnny Rapid fucking like two wild beasts. They appeared about ready to come as was I. I grunted and yelled out: “Fuck yea you two hot fucking dudes lets come together. I’m about to shoot my huge load. Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

    As I shot my load all over my stomach and chest at about the same moment as Paul and Johnny did on the screen, OH SHIT, I looked up and there was Ian standing at the foot of the sofa looking at me with a pure shock on his face. He lost control and said: “What in the hell is going on Cade, fuck you’re masturbating to those fucking two fags on the computer? Man, I had no idea you were a fucking fag. No way man, what in the hell are you doing watching those fags fuck?”

    “OH Ian, don’t hate me. Yea, I’m gay and horny as hell as I watch those two hot dudes getting it off that drives me crazy with lust for man meat.”

    Ian glared at the screen seeing all that cum on Paul and Johnny’s bodies and all that cum on my stomach and chest. I tried to cover up but it was too late. Fuck as Ian stared at the scene with all that cum, I saw a movement in his pants. Was he getting hard, this straight dude?

    Then Ian came over and sat down on the edge of the sofa and looked at all that cum on me. After what seemed like an eternity, Ian formed what appeared to be a small grin and said: “Sorry buddy for calling you a fag but I had no idea you were gay and in a moment of shock, I lost control. I’m sorry. You’re my best friend and you know how much I love a female’s pussy where I can park my dick. This was the first time I’ve  ever seen guys fucking each other. It was a real shock.”

    “Oh Ian buddy, please tell me you are still my best friend.”

    “Cade of course you’re still my best bud. I need to tell you also that I’ve had a really bad night. Those five fucking sluts that I’ve been pounding for the last several months have caught on to me and I’m now on their shit list. I guess I knew this would happen. Tonight I had several beers with some of my jock friends and got buzzed and got really horny. I’ve not had a blowjob or a pussy for a week so I was desperate. I went over to Beth’s apartment ready for some hot juicy pussy and hell when she opened the door there set all five of those sluts and they told me they had found out and they told me to go to hell and that is why I’m home early on this Friday night. I’m still very horny and  somewhat buzzed. I really am in need of at least a blowjob.”

    “Gee Ian, please don’t get upset about what I’m going to suggest.”

    “What is that Cade?”

    “Well if you’re that horny and need of a blowjob, I’d be very willing to suck that big cock of yours. A mouth is a mouth on a horny cock and guys really are the best cock suckers because they have a cock and know how it feels to get their own cock sucked.  Hey buddy, you need to know that guys are much better at giving blowjobs because they know how it feels on their own cock. Come on and let me prove it. You need to get off. I know how to make you climax like never before. Trust me.”

    “Shit Cade, I’m not gay and never have been. I’ve never even thought about doing it with a dude. But after seeing you  guys and those two hot dudes coming I’m even hornier. I’m desperate so maybe I’ll let you suck my throbbing cock. I admit I’ve never been more desperate to get a blowjob. I’m tired of jerking off  my own cock this week. I need a powerful orgasm and maybe you will know how to make that happen. Shit what do I have to lose?”

    I’d never been more excited for sex as my lust for Ian had been constant ever since  we met as freshmen in high school. I’ve masturbated many times thinking of hot Ian.

    I had Ian get naked and get up on my bed on his back. I got up on the bed by him and I took his now rock hard huge cock in my hand at the base. I could not believe that my cock was getting stiff again as I had just shot my load but the fact that finally I was about to have sex with gorgeous Ian after all these years, I was wild with lust.   WOW, soon I was at full erection as was Ian.

    I grabbed that base of his warm hard cock and and slowly began to kiss and lick his huge mushroom cock head with my mouth. I sucked on that piss opening and soon it spewed lots of sweet precum on my tongue making me so hot and horny.

    Overcome with carnal lust, I slowly took that 9-inch throbbing python all the way to the back of my wet throat . With shivers and goose bumps running up and down my body as well as Ian experiencing the same shivers and goose bumps, I began to wildly suck that spit covered cock going up and down that blood filled cock shaft. The excitement and feel of Ian’s first man blowjob caused him to become wild with desire for my mouth and that big cock deep in my mouth. The excitement and success of finally getting my best friend’s cock in my mouth caused me to perform like never before as  a cocksucker. I knew it was working when Ian began to buck his crotch up into my mouth and groan like he was about to die.

    His cock was pulsating and throbbing on my tongue, he moaned loudly and soon he shouted such awesome dirty talk: “OH FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA, SUCK MY COCK, FUCK, MY HARD COCK IS SO THROBBING. FUCK, NO WOMAN HAS EVER SUCKED MY COCK LIKE THIS. MAN, YOU KNOW HOW TO GO ALL THE WAY DOWN ON MY FUCKING HARD COCK. WOW FUCK, I’VE BEEN MISSING OUT ON THIS HOT BLOWJOB TOO LONG. BUD,  YOU’RE AN AWESOME COCKSUCKER. MAKE ME COME.”

    I must have sucked that cock and red hot balls for almost ten minutes when Ian said: “OH FUCK YEA, I’M ABOUT TO COME.”

    I pulled my mouth off that hard cock and said: “Hey buddy, not yet, I want to show you some other hot gay tricks first.”

    I put Ian on his stomach, spread his sexy hairy legs far apart and exposed his hairy ass to my mouth.  

    Ian said: “Wow what are you doing to my ass?”

    As I did not reply, I began rimming his gorgeous huge ass. I was determined to turn Ian into at least a horny bi-sexual dude for my future pleasure and as my lover. I used my hands to spread his hairy ass cheeks wide open as I slowly kissed his delicately puckering ass. As Ian moaned and thrust his big ass up into my face, I used my lips to kiss his ass hole and outer ass rings, flicked my tongue on that pulsating soap cleaned ass entrance, and then went for the gold driving my tongue into his ass hole. I spit on that ass and sucked hard making loud sucking sounds. This was my best rim job ever.

    Ian was now at my mercy as he begged: “OH FUCK YEA, eat my ass, man I’ve never been so horny and wanting to come. This is the best sex ever. OH FUCK YEA, I can’t believe how good man sex feels. WOW buddy, this is fucking hot.”

    Ian’s dirty talk and love for my eating his ass, caused me to lose all control and without any warning, I took my still cum covered cock and shoved it deep into that waiting man pussy. I began to pound that juicy wet ass like my cock was a car piston. I fucked that pussy harder and harder as my cock head located his soft wet prostate and I drilled that prostate with one hard drill after hard drill.  

     As I wondered how Ian felt about my cock invading  his ass, he let me know: “OH HELL, OH SHIT, CADE BUDDY, THAT BIG COCK FEELS SO GOOD. MAN, I LIKE THAT COCK DEEP IN MY ASS. FUCK ME HARD. COME IN MY ASS. BREED YOUR BITCH.”

    I fucked the hell out of my best friends ass until my cock head swelled, my cock throbbed, my balls tightened up against his ass and I felt my cum explode up my cock shaft and I dumped a big load deep in Ian’s virgin ass. He was then my bitch with my seed deep inside my lover’s pussy. When spent, I pulled my still semi-hard cum covered cock out of that big hairy ass, turned Ian over on his back and holy shit he had shot his load all over my bed. I drove my sticky cum covered cock deep in his mouth. He sucked  my cock dry as if he was a baby after his mother’s breast milk.  I then licked up his cum off the bed and we kissed and enjoyed the taste of that semen.

    Then Ian came up for air and said: “Oh fuck that was so awesome. I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm. Can I fuck you Cade later tonight?

    NEXT CHAPTER

  • Wrestler

    On the first day of attending college, my proud parents took the day off from work to partake in all the excitement. Once most of the administrative formalities had been taken care of, we finally headed toward the residence where I would be staying to see what my dorm looked like. I was pleasantly surprised to find the accommodation better than expected. I knew that I would be sharing a room with another student. Two beds, two cupboards, two desks, and two bedside tables furnished the room. As yet, my fellow inmate had not arrived and so I placed my belongings on the bed to the right. My parents and I then went for a celebratory lunch before they made the hundred mile journey back home.

    I was both excited and nervous about my new life. I was gay and believe my parents we aware of this fact even before I was. I wasn’t a screaming queen, but would definitely have set-off most ‘gaydars.’ I was therefore somewhat apprehensive about my roommate. My trepidation sparked even further that day when I met my roomie, Ross.

    If one were to google the word ‘butch,’ then a picture of him would appear. Ross was embarking on a sports science degree and had received a sports scholarship. He was a wrestler in the two hundred and fourteen-pound weight division. He also participated in track events, specializing in the hammer throw, discus, and javelin, the latter being his strongest discipline.

    Ross stood just over six-foot tall and was very brawny. The word ‘broad,’ summed up every aspect of his physique and facial features. His protruding ears bore the classic hallmarks of a wrestler. They weren’t as bad as ones I had seen in the past and the swollen puffiness was mainly confined to the tops of his ears. Ross wasn’t particularly hairy in a conventional way, but from his bellybutton to the top of his knees, both front and back, he had loads of black body hair. He didn’t have hair on his back but did have a robust amount on his chest. His thighs were huge and his hands and feet, enormous.

    My fear that he would instantly insist on being moved to another dorm, upon meeting me, was allayed during our first afternoon together when Ross appeared to be a very laid-back individual. He had the calm demeanour of a man who had never felt threatened in his life. He wasn’t a jabber box but pleasantly engaging. Goodness knows what he made of my small frame.

    Over the next few weeks, I did get to see Ross naked from time to time, although we both wore pyjama shorts. He had the plumpest balls I had ever seen and a magnificent, fat uncut cock. The sight of these jewels in his wrestler’s singlet almost had me convulsing with lust.

    After returning from wrestling practice in the afternoons, Ross always tested my restraint to the limit. As he stood chatting with me he would pull the top of the singlet off his shoulders, before pushing the garment down to his bellybutton. Ross would then place his hands behind his head and stretch, as he arched his back.

    The sight of his hairy pits and the bulge in his pants almost made me drool. The next part of this daily routine would then commence, as he moved his head from side to side, sniffing to check how ripe his pits were. Further adding to my woes, Ross would then push his hand down inside the front of the singlet and give his cock and balls a good scratch, before lifting that hand to his nostrils for a good whiff. How I didn’t grab his hand and lick his fingers, goodness only knows. Often, Ross would go to bed without showering, explaining that he was just too lazy and that his shower could wait until the morning.

    Ross and I never spoke about our love lives. He did mention that previous girlfriends had taken exception to his busy schedule and couldn’t cope with his lack of attention towards them. He simply stated that his love life could wait and that it wasn’t a priority in his life. Naturally, I was totally mum on this subject and just shrugged noncommittally when asked about my sex life.

    On an evening three weeks after his sniffing and scratching torment began, as I turned my desk chair to face him, Ross got up from his desk and stood before me. Again, the stretching and armpit smelling got underway. He again frowned and after mentioning how ripe he was, inserted his hand in the front of his singlet and groped his crotch as always. After giving his fingers a good sniff he winced, before apologizing for the hum of his body.

    “I have never found your body odour off-putting,” I exclaimed, almost salivating.

    “Are you sure Jimmy?” he asked, surprised.

    “Yes,” I uttered, with my mouth dry with lust.

    As if wanting to make sure, he again lifted his fingers to his nose. Ross then gingerly extended his arm and offered his fingers to me for a second opinion.

    After sniffing and before my brain could process the situation rationally, I garbled a scarcely audible, “It smells wonderful.”

    With a look of bewilderment, he asked, “Do you like really like my smell, Jimmy?”

    A shameful, “Yes,” trembled from my lips.

    With blinking eyelids, I tried to maintain eye contact with him. Ross had an impish look on his face as he stared down at me. After several seconds, his left hand cupped my jaw before his thumb began to move to and fro across my lips. I had no idea about matters electrical, but the surge that went through me must have been a fraction below the power required to electrocute a person.

    I then felt his thumb begin to enter my lips. Once my teeth had capitulated, I suckled on his thumb like a lamb. After removing the digit Ross swapped hands, before presenting me with other crotch infused fingers.

    After sniffing again his fingers entered my mouth. When I began sucking his fingers Ross’ left hand moved to the top of my head before he commenced massaging my scalp. After a couple of minutes he removed both hands and when I looked up at him, had a look of wonder in his eyes. Ross then took a step backward and after pushing his singlet downward, kicked the garment to the side. Standing naked before me, his hard knob twitched with excitement. A horny look now adorned his face and it was almost as if his eyes were willing me onto my knees.

    As I Kneeled before him Ross first pulled my t-shirt off me, before cradling my head in his hands. Gently moving forward, the tip of his dick touched my lips. As my mouth opened he pushed his knob forward slowly, allowing me time to produce the necessary lubrication. Ross now began a steady forward and backward motion as my tongue caressed his cock. A low rumbling sound of contentment emanated from him as he settled into a comfortable rhythm. Due to the thickness of the midsection of Ross’ dick, we both soon realized that I would only be able to accommodate sixty per-cent of his cock in my mouth. With his hands gently manipulating my head Ross’ pace was slow and unhurried. I could happily have spent the rest of the night exactly like that.

    After five blissful minutes, I pushed his knob upward and began licking and sucking his balls. The groans from Ross now escalated as his hands intensified their grasp. Pulling me into his crotch, I felt his dick move from side to side across my forehead. We kept up this routine for the next while as I alternated between his cock and nuts. Unable to delay any further, Ross’ plump balls lived up to their reputation as they discharged their cream all over my face. The quantity was very impressive.

    After licking his genitals clean I wedged my jaw between his thighs, nudging ever forward. “Where does your mouth want to go Jimmy?” he asked.

    “All the way,” I replied.

    With a puzzled frown, Ross began to turn his body slowly, before bending before me. In a flash, I had my shorts and underpants off before kneeling behind him. As Ross’ hands pulled his butt cheeks apart my lips closed on his crack. The heady smell of sweaty jock arse almost gave me a heart attack. With my hands on his thighs, I pulled his backside tightly towards my face before painting his crack with my eager tongue. Finally, halting at his pink knot my tongue now began to prod excitedly. Ross then roared a low throaty growl as I became aware that he was frantically tugging at his dick.

    “Stop,” he said, moving slightly forward, “I’m getting too close.” Ross then turned around, and after a brief pause, I resumed servicing his cock and balls. I also began to wank my own knob as we ambled onward. Coordinating our inevitable climax a few minutes later, I shot my load on the floor as Ross fed me his second helping of spunk.

    When I finally stood up we looked into one other’s eyes. Ross then embraced my body and after thanking me he closed in on my lips. I had wondered whether he would be the kissing type and I was overjoyed when our lips met and found him to be a very sensual kisser. The length of our embrace also delighted me as it became apparent that he was in no hurry.

    When we finally unlocked our lips I kept holding his body, before nudging my face under his left armpit. As if by instinct, Ross lifted his elbow high and after placing his hand behind his head, anchored me in his armpit. My head was at the perfect height and soon I was licking his odorous pit.

    The salty sweet taste was incredible, accompanied by the awesome moans spilling from his lips. With my right arm around his back, my left hand caressed his torso. As my hand moved ever downward I was pleased to find that like me, Ross’ knob was also rock-hard. As I licked his pit and caressed Ross’ crotch, I contently groaned with delight.

    After a while, Ross turned his body and presented his other armpit. When my next pit service got underway he was literally grunting with satisfaction.

    “Jesus, Jimmy,” he said, “you have no idea how you are turning me on.”

    When I had finished my entire pit service, Ross pushed me to my knees. “Are you still hungry, Jimmy?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I replied.

    Sustaining our level of excitement Ross grabbed hold of my head and began face-fucking me. This session was far more intense than before and his grip on my head was much tighter. The pleasure I had given him seemed to have escalated his horniness and driven him to a higher level animation. As Ross began to rush towards his final destination I again tugged on my dick. When he began force-feeding me his jizz again, my balls tightened and I joined in the sexual release of our encounter.

    The following morning we overslept and had to rush off to classes without showering.

    That afternoon when Ross returned from wrestling practice and stood next to my desk, his essence was overpowering. Ross then informed me that he was far behind on an assignment and would have to burn the midnight oil.

    Shortly, he was at his desk working hard. Later, I brought him a takeaway from the canteen for dinner before also continuing with my homework.

    At around nine o’clock I got into bed as Ross pushed on with his task. No long after, I drifted off to sleep.

    I am not sure what time I awoke but as I did my duvet was being pulled off my body. Glancing to the side I saw Ross standing naked next to my bed.

    “Don’t move,” he said as I lay on my stomach. Ross had a tube in hand, from which he was applying ointment to his cock. Bending over me, I felt him applying the ointment to my backside.

    “Have you ever been fucked before?” he asked, as a finger began prodding my hole.

    “No,” I answered.

    “Well, would you like me to take your cherry?” he asked.

    “Definitely,” I unreservedly replied.

    Ross climbed on top of me with his legs on either side of mine. Moving his body down his arms clamped the sides of my torso. Totally encapsulated by him, I felt his slippery knob nestle between my butt cheeks. The strength of his hold and the heady smell that enveloped us was awesome. When he began kissing my neck and licking my ears our bodies had melded together. His domination made me feel safer and more desired than I had ever felt in my lifetime.

    “You must relax, Jimmy,” he said, “or it will be sore. Just tell me if I’m hurting you.”

    “Okay,” I replied.

    I felt Ross’ backside begin to lift and shortly his hand was guiding his knob onto my pucker. When he began a very gentle prodding motion, I felt his cock-head popping into me. As a sharp pain ensued, I gasped as my body tensed up.

    “Relax, Jimmy,” Ross began intoning. Concentrating with all my might, I relaxed as much as I could. With glacial pace, Ross began to press ever forward, prising me open. Very slowly the pain began to subside, replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness as his girth stretched me open more and more.

    “Must I stop?” he asked.

    “No, go for it,” I permissively replied, before he did so.

    When Ross bottomed out he lay still on top of me for a long while. I then felt him moving his legs as his knees began pushing my legs apart. As Ross nestled on top of me, he readjusted his thighs between my open legs. Then, pulling my face upward Ross began to kiss me as I felt the motion of his enlivening hips. Rocking steady on top of me, my butt-fucking leisurely got underway. I had never felt anything more sensual in my life.

    Ross sexy groans and the warmth of his breath around my head was incredible. Gradually, I began to feel the escalation of his thrusting as he penetrated me more meaningfully. Even before he reached his full intensity, I began to grunt as I started spewing cum over my sheet. As if this was a clear signal to him, Ross really began to hump my backside and shortly after, he unloaded into my manhole.

    As our breathing returned to normal Ross lifted up, instructing me on my back. As he clamped down on me once more he kissed me passionately.

    When he lifted his head later, he said, “Fuck, I really stink.”

    Observing the horny look on my face he let out a laugh. “You’re not serious,” he asked disbelievingly. My smile said it all. Shaking his head incredulously, Ross lifted his left arm and turning his body slightly, presented me his damp ripe pit. I went totally ballistic to groans of pleasure from him.

    By the time the second pit followed, Ross was overflowing with horniness. I hardly got to do a proper job, before he again spun me around onto my stomach and manically thumped his fat dick back into me. This time things were far more hectic as he pummelled me relentlessly. I was so turned on that I shot my second load shortly followed by Ross, a minute later. Totally exhausted, we lay there for a while before he moved to his bed.

    Our relationship endured for the next three years at college and way beyond. My parents were crazy about Ross and he spent many college holidays at my home.

    Ross’ relationship with his dad, which could be described as tenuous at best, totally ended once the nature of our relationship became known after college. Ross didn’t seem too perturbed by this but happily did stay in contact with his mom.

    I had become a complete pong junky and I loved the way Ross always fed my addition.

    There was nothing sexier than the primal essence of a wrestler.


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  • My Italian Vacation

    I don’t know if I can tolerate one more day of ice, wind, and snow.  I emailed my supervisor and asked if I could see him for a few minutes.  I explained my misery and begged him to let me take a couple of weeks off.

    “Please Brent, I have almost a month of vacation time accrued.  I’ve got to get away for a while.  I’ll go postal if I don’t get some sunshine and warm weather soon.”

    With a chuckle and a deep sign, Brent listed the backlog of projects that we have in the pipeline.  

    “Jon, you know that you’re the best Architectural Engineer I have, how will I ever survive with you for a week?”

    “It’s two weeks Brent.”

    “Okay, okay!  Jeez, Jon, you get two weeks and not a minute more.  By the way, where will you be going on this vacation?”

    “To the coastal town of Brindisi, Italy on the Adriatic Sea, Very possibly one of the most beautiful places on this earth.”

    I could have kissed him!  Which has been a recurring thought over the past few years?  If Brent was a single man,  I would have been chasing him through the cubicles long ago.  

    Brent’s admonition to keep my phone handy, haunted me the entire time I was off from work.  I took to leaving it turned off and checking for calls just twice per day. 

    After I discovered Lido beach I never left the Adriatic coast until I had to return home.  The sea, the food and most of all the people, were all fantastic.  I can’t imagine a more perfect place.  I’ll return here again, I’m sure.

    All too quickly my Italian vacation dwindled away and it was departure Day.  I sat in the waiting area for my flight to be called and wondered if this time away had done anything at all to improve my sad situation.  I didn’t find any young Italian Stallion to sate my libido, but I did see a lot of old buildings.  Plus Lido beach was crowded with young Italian men wearing next to nothing.  Nearly every day I wished to be ten years younger.

    At the airport, once the call to board the plane was made everyone rushed to get through the gate and find their seats.  I was surprised and happy to have a very handsome young man as my seatmate.  I didn’t remember anyone at the Departure Gate waiting area who looked like him!  

    He was exuberant and full of intimate details about his month-long stay in Italy.  Of course, he had seen much more than I and I was happy to listen to him.  Once we were in the air drinks were served, my seatmate leaned closer when he told me about the exciting nightlife that he had experienced.  

    There was something in the way he spoke, the way he framed his sentences made it clear that he was talking about the Italian men but cleverly avoiding admitting that he is gay.

    I was pleased that my Gaydar was alive and working well, it’s been ages since I’ve been with anyone who sparked my interest.

    He stowed his gear in the overhead and I’m sure he didn’t realize the show he was giving me.  As he stretched to put his carry on bag in the overhead compartment, his reaching up pulled his tee shirt up revealing a hard, flat lower abdomen.  There was a large, bluish vein showing down the left side and diving into his shorts.

    Involuntarily, a groan escaped from deep inside me.  The flesh between the navel and the pubic bush is my favorite spot to lay my head and fondle my partner of the moments private equipment, and it is close enough to inhale the intoxicating scent of man wafting upward.

    I know I stared at his bare mid-section as he stretched and it didn’t matter one bit if others saw me staring at his body, I was surprised and envious, wishing I could see all of him, naked and on my bed.

    He was wearing baggy board Shorts that slipped down to barely hang on his hips as he stowed his bag overhead.  An inch or two more and his pubic hair would be seen. For the first time on this trip, I felt a surge of desire in my brain and a swelling began to throb in my crotch.  

    When he sat down he offered his hand and we exchanged greetings. 

     “Hello!  I’m Jonathan Jordan.  I’m pleased to meet you,   Now that we’re exchanging names may ask where you’re from…I mean which city do you call home?”

     “Hi Jon, I’m Erik Easton, Born and schooled in Richmond and then off to Charlottesville for college at UVA.  I majored in Literature and hope to one day become a tenured professor at my Alma Mater.  For the time being, I’m completing my Masters in Education and working as a teaching aid. Now it’s your turn, Jon.”

     “My family has lived in Atlanta area all of my life. I got my undergrad degree and my Masters in Engineering at Georgia Tech,  After graduation, I  decided to take the job offered by the City of Arlington.  It’s close enough to home that I can be there in a couple of  hours in an emergency.”

    I’m just a work-a-day Civil Engineer working for the City of Arlington.  Always trying to find a better way to direct the areas traffic problems.

     “What a monumental task!  

     

     “Yeah, it’s almost harder than finding a mate or partner.”

    Erik’s head turned quickly to me, there was a look of surprise about him and he didn’t speak for a few moments. 

    Oops…I probably shouldn’t have said that he seems to be completely freaked out!  Twice Erik opened his mouth to speak and closed it without saying a word.

     “Sorry, Erik, that last bit sort of slipped out.  I didn’t mean to get into a discussion on personal relationships, either pro or con.  Please forgive me. I’ve begun to have short periods of depression lately concerning my lack of companionship.”

    With a slight chuckle, Eric said…

     “You did take me by surprise with that confession, but I’ve been having the same thoughts lately.  I don’t mean this to sound like a come on, but maybe we could meet for drinks or dinner one night soon when we’re back into our regular routines.  The worst part about being alone is eating alone.  Well, sleeping alone is right up there too, but that’s not my meaning…for now anyway.” 

    I laughed when Erik wiggled his eyebrows with that last bit.”

    His smile and the wiggle of his eyebrows hit home.  That’s just the sort of thing that a partner or companion would do.  Now it was my time to be surprised.  Damn, I finally meet someone of interest and just as we’ll be returning home and back to our everyday jobs.

    We were both quiet for a while, I started out the window and watched the vapor trail grow larger as the pilot increased our speed. as we dashed across the Atlantic.

    I nodded off and I slept for the better part of an hour. When I woke, the seat beside me was empty, either Erik was in the loo or he was chatting up someone else.  In a matter of minutes, Erik was back in the seat beside me.

     “Ah,…you’re awake.  Did you manage to get any sleep?”

     “No, not sleep, just a series of short naps.  I’ll even be glad to get back into my empty bed.”

     “C’mon Jon, we’re on a 747 crossing the Atlantic, 

    let’s go upstairs to the lounge area just so we  can say we’ve been there.”

     “Sure thing, let’s go!”

     Up in the Lounge, we had fresh drinks and a bird’s eye view of the Atlantic Ocean.  Occasional clouds blocked the view but the view was breathtaking.  High in the air, the sheer size of the ocean was unimaginably huge.  

    Jon was first to suggest that they return to their seats downstairs.  Once they settled in Erik looked over and smiled. 

     “I think I’ll nap a bit myself, don’t run away and forget me while I take a nap.”

     “No danger in that.  I couldn’t get away even if I tried up here, but I can’t imagine any scenario where I would want to get away from you, Erik.  I enjoy your company.”

    At long last the fasten seat belt sign began flashing and the plane began the descent into Dulles Airport.  After Deplaning and gathering our luggage, we headed out to the DC shuttle and rode into the city in relative quiet.  The shuttle was jammed with travelers and a private conversation was virtually impossible.  It was 6:30 PM when the shuttle arrived in DC.

    I took out a business card and wrote my cell number on the back.  I handed the card to Erik.

     “Here’s my number Erik, don’t be a stranger, okay?”

     “I know we’re both tired but do you have any plans for dinner, Jonathan?  Eating alone is one of my least favorite things about the single life.  If you’re not too tired I would very much like to take you to dinner.  I enjoy your company too!”

    When Erik mentioned dinner I immediately thought about getting a Grub Hub delivery to my condo.  That way we could continue getting to know each other better. 

     “No plans but I’m bushed, Jet Lag I imagine.  There are about 70 restaurants in the area, I was thinking of calling that new Steak House two blocks over on Clairmont Circle for a Grub Hub delivery.  Are you up to a steak dinner Erik?”

     “Sure, as long as it’s not inconvenient for you.  We met only a few hours ago.  I don’t want to intrude on your hospitality.  We can do dinner later if you prefer.”

     “You are not intruding, Erik.  After two weeks alone in another country where I didn’t speak the language, it is a treat to be home and with a guest as well.”

    We ordered up our steaks and I led Erik to the guest room bath to freshen up and I went to my room to do the same.  I was taking my time showering, thinking about Erik stretching to put his gear in the plane overhead compartment and the glimpse of his near perfect body that had kept my cock plump for the entire trip

    I was just out of the shower when the doorbell rang.  Grabbing my robe off the door hook I opened the condo door still dripping wet.  I had to run back to my room to get my wallet.

    I was counting out the cash when Erik came into the room, naked with a towel, drying off his perfect body.  The towel hung down in front covering his privates but his bare back and the profile view of his rounded little butt was plainly visible.  The delivery boy and I stood there staring with our mouths hanging open.  A naked Erik made my cock rock hard in seconds.

    In my rush to get the delivery boy out I gave him a huge tip and pushed him through the door, all the while his eyes never left Erik’s body.

    Turning back to Erik the first thing I saw was the outline of his semi-aroused cock showing through the towel. I was glad to have my robe on and I pulled the sash tighter.  

     “Oops…sorry Jon, I heard the doorbell and didn’t know you were already out of the shower.”

    Erik’s dark blond hair was plastered to his head and most of him was still dripping wet as he returned to the guest room, I watched his narrow little butt as he walked back to the guest room a quick inventory showed that his chest has a dense mat of hair and a thick golden treasure train split him down the middle, while his butt and legs were covered in golden curls.  returning to my room I sat on my bed and did breathing exercises to regain my composure.

    Erik is about 5’9” tall, from what I’ve seen of his body I’m guessing that he weighs about 150 to 160 pounds. Golden blond hair covers his chest and pectorals and a thick line of hair races from his chest and darts under the towel.  

    At almost 25 years old,  Erik still has a boyish quality about him that is endearing and makes me want to be protective of him.  His Hazel eyes are green one moment then brown the next, he has perfect, brilliant white teeth that light up his face when he laughs.

    Hmm, my cock is stiff from just thinking about his body. It’s been several months since I last had sex and everything I’ve seen and heard about Erik Easton makes me want to drag his perfect body to my bed.

    After our dinner and drinks, I insisted that Erik stay in my guest room for the night.  Thunderstorms and heavy rains had started as we sat down to our dinner.

    We were both bones tired and I led Erik to the guest room and made him promise not to try to leave in the storm.  He agreed and we were each off to our beds and both of us asleep in minutes.

    During the night the storms increased with the lightning flashing frightening streaks of blue-white light through the drawn draperies. Sometime after two AM Jon was shouting and crying out in his dreams most of the night.  He woke at 6 AM just like a workday.  It took a few moments for him to realize that there was someone in bed with him.  He lay very still as he tried to piece together last night and just who could be in bed with him.

    It took him a moment before he realized that it was Erik, from the plane, that was spooned up against his backside.  They both wore underclothes but Jon was sporting major morning wood and he could feel Erik’s member against his butt cheeks. 

    Remembering that Erik had spent the night, Jon relaxed and returned to sleep.  Erik put an arm across Jon’s chest and pulled him close against his body.  Both were asleep and likely having good dreams as evidenced by Erik nuzzling against Jon’s neck while they slept. 

    Finally, when he was fully awake, Jon turned and saw Erik staring at him.  With a smile, Erik pulled Jon closer and they lay together face to face and bodies touching from their chest to their knees

     “Good morning Jon.  You were having nightmares during the storm last night  I heard your cries and came to be sure that you were alright.  I crawled in and spooned up against you and your bad dreams subsided.   I must admit, last night was the best sleep I’ve had in ages.”  

    Jon didn’t move.  He couldn’t remember the last time he was this intimate with anyone.  When Erik moved to get out of the bed, Jon said.

     “No,” please stay here a while longer.  It’s been a long while since anyone held me in bed, there are few things in life better than waking in someone’s arms.”  

    Erik smiled, leaned over and kissed Jon’s cheek.  

     “You are such a wonderful surprise Jon Jordan.  I think I may try to keep you in bed for another week or two.”   

     “If you can persuade my slave driver of a boss, I’ll gladly spend that time with you, and thanks for last night, it’s been ages since I slept so soundly.”

    Sometime around 8 AM Jon slipped from the bed and went to the kitchen to start coffee and Erik soon joined him.

     “I’m sorry Erik but there isn’t any food here, Want to go out for breakfast?”

     “Sure, I’m hungry, but I really don’t want to inconvenience you.  I do enjoy being with you, but please speak up if you need to be somewhere or do something, or you just want to be alone”

    After breakfast, they returned to Jon’s condo and Erik said that he had better get going to his place and get ready for tomorrow’s classes.

    Jon was conflicted, he wanted Erik to stay but knew that it just wasn’t the right time.  They both had preparations to make for returning to work in the morning.

    Jon started with doing his laundry from the trip, then he retrieved his mail from his mailbox in the Lobby of his Condo building and picked up a copy of The Post to catch up on the past two weeks in Washington.  There was nothing in the mail that couldn’t wait so he went back to his place and opened the patio doors to air the place out.  he was at the kitchen island reading the paper and sipping coffee when the phone rang.  His first thought was that it was Erik calling, but he was disappointed when he heard Brent, his supervisor’s voice.

     “Hey Dude, just checking up on you and making sure that you came back from your Italian Paradise.

    I trust that you had a wonderful time and want to go there to live now.”

     “Two days ago you would have been exactly right, but now I’m excited and happy to be back home.”

     “So what happened two days ago, Jon”

     “I can’t talk about it yet, don’t want to jinx it but I’m really excited about the prospect of the next few weeks.”

     “JON!  Please tell me you’re not quitting your job here!

     “No, I’m not quitting you slave driver.  But it is nice to know you care.”

     “Then you’ve met someone.  That has to be it, right?”

     “Brent, I’m not talking about it, okay!”

     “Okay, but you know I live vicariously through you and your love life.  Old married guys like me never have adventures like you single guys.  I’ve often wondered what would have happened if I had said yes and taken your offer to show me what gay sex was all about back before I got married.

    Anyway, you’ll be glad to hear that I will be out of the office for a week and you’ll be in charge of the zoo.  I have to go to Corporate for five days and you’re the only one who can keep the inmates from revolting.

     “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA…What are you trying to pull here Brent?  You’ve never shown any interest in my sex life or lack of one before.”

     “It’s been four months since I’ve had sex, Jon.  I’m tired of jacking off in the bathroom.”

     “We’ll talk later Brent.  Do what you truly want to do.  You and Janet don’t have children so it’s up to you to decide what you want.  Oh…by the way, what’s this bit about making me the head zookeeper while you’re gone?”

    My phone beeped and I saw that another call was coming in.

     “I’m getting another call, Brent, probably my Mom.  Call me when you get to Corporate, Ok?  I gotta take Mom’s call, bye.”

    When I answered the next call it was Erik.  

     “Hey Jon, Erik here, just calling to make sure you’re real and I didn’t dream that plane ride home and our evening together, and especially to thank you for last night,  

    I need to tell you that I am a single gay man.  However, I’m not at all sure about you, at times I thought you were gay and at others, I was sure you aren’t.  As friends, your sexual orientation isn’t important and I hope to become your friend at the very least.”

    Relax Erik, of course, I’m gay.  I’ve wondered about you as well, and I must say that I feel better already.  I’ve thought a lot about you since we returned home, mostly just wondering how we go about getting started.  

    Damn, here I go again assuming that you would want to catch a movie, or maybe a concert.  Do you have any favorite ways of getting started dating,?  Uh, that is if you want us to date.  Dammit!  This is already going downhill.  I’m always second-guessing my thoughts.  I guess it isn’t hard for you to determine why I’m alone and single at 30 years old.”

     “Just relax Jon, there’s no set agenda here,  Having a meal together doesn’t have to constitute a date.  You don’t have to impress me, as a matter of fact, it was you that impressed me. It cost me fifty dollars to get the seat next to you.  I saw you in the waiting area and managed to get my seat changed for a tip to the gate attendant.”

     “WHAT!”  I never saw you at the gate area.”

     “That’s because I had my back to you, I was trying to talk the attendant into letting me sit with you.”

         

     “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

     “Scout’s honor, Jon.  I paid to get to sit by you.  You’re my type of guy.  I can’t help it.  Uh…are we okay or do I need to leave you alone?”

     “Erik, don’t you even think about leaving me here.  

     “You actually bribed the gate attendant to sit beside me?”

     “Yes Jon I did and I don’t regret it one bit.  I’ve never met anyone quite like you before, Jon.  I hope that we become great friends and maybe more.”

     “That would be fantastic…if I can keep from saying the wrong things all the time.  For the record Erik, you are the first guy that I’ve met in almost a year that I would like to see more of.”  

    Erik told me that he would be busy the following afternoon and evening with a tutoring gig with a Junior in High School student.  The kid wants to a degree from UVA,  Plus I need the money.

    I made a quick trip to the market for provisions after two weeks away.  When I opened my door the phone was ringing,  Thinking it was Erik I rushed to the phone and said “Hello you sexy devil”

     “Uh…Jon?  Jon Jordan?

     “Pardon me I was expecting someone else.  I’m Jon Jordan.”

     “Jon it’s Brent, I’m a wreck and I’ve had too much to drink to drive.  Anna’s left me for some football player, I don’t know what to do.  Can I come stay with you tonight, I’ll find a place somewhere tomorrow but right now I just don’t want to be alone.”

     “Damn Brent, I’m sorry, but if she’s left you, why not just stay there in your home?”

     “Can’t I come and stay with you for the night, we might not get another chance.”

     “Another chance for what Brent?  You are not getting into my bed with me and that’s final,  We 

    decided long ago to keep our relationship professional and platonic.

    If you’re sure that you want to come here you’re welcome but you have to understand that you’ll stay in the guest room, alone. My bed will be full.”

    I have really bummed out that Brent was on his way here and with his wife out of the way.  I knew I’d be in for his crying and feeling sorry for himself and if he was drinking, I’m sure he will try to get in bed with me.  I’ve always thought that he’s a gay man trapped in a marriage and too afraid to do anything about it.  

    Then I thought of  Erik!

    Prior to my vacation, I would have probably taken  Brent up on ‘showing him what two men can do in bed.’

    But with Erik in the picture for me, it didn’t take me long to make my decision.  I phoned Erik and told him about Brent’s call and asked it he would come over and spend the night when he’s finished with his tutoring session.

    I gave him a quick rundown of the Brent situation and let him know that I didn’t want to be here alone with Brent.  I don’t want anything or anyone to interfere with what Erik and I are hoping to develop.  With Erik here, I shouldn’t have any trouble keeping Brent in line.  Knowing Brent as I do, I’m sure he expects that I will finally take him to my bed and show him what two men can do together in bed.

    Brent has known that I’m gay for as long as we have known each other.  We first met when I was hired in the engineering department.  He is constantly asking about my conquests and suggesting that we could get together if he wasn’t married.  All in all, Brent is just a big tease.  I gave up on him the first two months I worked for the department.  He still makes little innuendos about us having sex but I laugh it off knowing that he isn’t serious.  

    With Erik here, I’m hoping that Brent will get the message that I’ve met someone that I can get serious about.  Brent is basically a good guy and a great supervisor to work with, but I intend to get the message across to Brent that Eric and I are both looking to developing our relationship.

    Brent arrived first and I buzzed him into the building lobby and the security Guard called to announce his arrival.  I told the guard that a gentleman named Erik Easton would also be arriving momentarily as well.

    Brent was very near staggering, stumbling drunk.  He kept asking for more booze and I wasn’t sure what to do.  Give him enough to make him pass out or cut him off.

    When Eric walked in and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, Brent did a double take.

    “Who’ssish?

    I opened my mouth but Erik spoke first.  

    “I’m Erik, Jon’s new friend, and companion.  I assume that you are Brent, his supervisor.  We’re very sorry to hear of your marital problem.”

    “I gotta go…where’s the bathroom?”

    Erik took Brent’s arm and let him to the bath and shut the door.

    I rushed to meet him as he returned to the living room.  I wrapped him in a big hug and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.  Even without our tongues touching Erik’s innocent kiss got my cock stiff. I was instantly arousal.  We stood there locked together, arms around each other and reveling in the touch of one we cared for.

    Brent stumbled out of the bath and looked around, Erik turned and led him to the guest bedroom and had him lie down on the bed, telling him to lie still and rest.  Brent was confused and too inebriated to figure out where he was and who the guy hugging Jon was.  Thankfully, Brent passed out fairly quickly, leaving Erik and me to talk.

    “Thank you, Erik, I have to walk a thin line with Brent, it isn’t just that he’s my supervisor, he’s been a good friend as well.  Once he’s sober again I will tell him that I’m now working on a new relationship and

    he will need someone else to turn to for solace he craves when he’s feeling sorry for himself.   It’s time he makes his own decisions and choices.

    I plan on you and I being busy as we make our own choices and decisions.”

    “That sounds wonderful Jon but there is something that we need to do rather quickly, but I really do not want Erik to walk in on us while we are making love for our first time.

    What would you say to leave Brent passed out in your guest room while we hustle over to my apartment?  

    “I want to get you naked and crawl all over you, Jon.”

    Jon pulled Eric into a deep throat, tongue kiss that very nearly curled Erik’s toes.

    “YES!  Let’s go.”

     

    Erik’s apartment door was kicked shut as Jon and Erik were all over each other.  Kissing, groping and grinding their bodies together where it felt so good.

    Without breaking their kiss, Erik had Jon’s belt and the zipper was undone and plunged his hand into Jon’s shorts, grasping Jon’s throbbing, drooling cock. 

    Still embraced in the kiss, Jon began walking Erik backward toward what he supposed was the bedroom,   When they stood by the bed, Erik got on his knees and pulled Jon’s clothing to the floor.  Erik didn’t wait for Jon to untangle his feet,  grasping Jon’s substantial member in one hand he pulled Jon’s cock to his lips.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Looking up into Jon’s eyes, Erik slowly took Jon’s cock deep into his throat.  Jon gave our a loud cry and held Erik’s head as he bobbed up and down on Jon’s hard cock.

    Jon’s muttered around the hard cock in my mouth.

    “Don’t make me cum yet,  Let me turn, we can ’69’ together.“

    Unable or maybe he was just unwilling to stop but Jon brought Erik to a huge climax filling Jon so full he couldn’t keep up with all the semen.

    As Erik lay in bed trying to recoup his energy Jon took the opportunity to lay his face in his favorite spot, the lower abdomen between the navel and the pubic bush.  The scent of man there was palpable, very nearly intoxicating. Jon wound up with Erik’s testicles in my mouth and my nose in his pubic hair.  He could have stayed there all night.

    After Erik’s breathing had eased back to near normal, he pulled Jon up and they kissed slowly and with such emotion that it brought tears to Jon’s eyes.  In all his years as a single gay man, he had never experienced the feeling of being loved and adored.  Until now.  The short time that he and Erik have had together has been magical.  

    After their kiss, Jon looked into Erik’s eyes,

    It’s time Erik, I want you inside me.  Please. Let’s make love, I want you now.”

    Erik turned Jon to lie face down.  Starting at the nape of his neck, Erik’s mouth and tongue covered every inch of Jon that was visible.  With his arms on each side of John’s body, Erik lowered himself just enough so his golden chest hair brushed lightly against Jon’s back, sending shivers and goose bumps across his body.

    When Erik’s chin bumped into the rise of Jon’s buttox he eased back and sat between Jon’s widespread legs..

    Kissing, licking and nibbling at Jon’s firm butt cheeks only make more chills and goosebumps cover his body.  Erik turned him to lie on his back so that they could kiss and just look at each other as their lovemaking began.

    Erik started with nibbling at Jon’s hard nipples, arching his body up and holding Erik’s mouth firmly in place over his nips. 

    Taking Jon’s cock to the root, Erik began to moan and vibrate the cock deep into his throat.  Jon caressed his head as Erik moved down his body.

    Pushing Jon’s legs against his chest, Erik stabbed his tongue at Jon’s opening bringing a loud shout from John.  After a few moments there, Erik flipped Jon back to his stomach and began applying lube to Jon’s wrinkled hole.  Fist one finer, soon there were to fingers and finally, Erik had four fingers and his hand up to the thumb massaging Jon’s prostate.  

    Between moans, and begging for Erik to fuck him, Erik, slowly, and gently eased his cock into Jon’s anus.  With about half of  Erik’s cock inside him, Jon pulled hard on Erik’s thighs and plunged Erik’s hard cock deep inside him.  Jon let out a cry of triumph as he started bucking hard against the cock deep inside him. 

    Unable to kiss, Erik flipped Jon again and pushed his thighs against his chest and began pounding Jon hard.  It was only moments before Erik felt the start of his orgasm, the tickling sensation starting in his scrotum ignited his passion.

    They both worked hard at getting their cock where they would do the most good, Erik pounding away at Jon’s cock hungry butt and Jon’s fist a blur as he masturbated his cock to match their impending orgasm.

    Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and the odors of man sex filled the room.  Erik was a maniac trying to quell the fire that was deep inside Jon’s butt.

    Jon was moaning and almost in tears as Erik managed to hit all of his hot spots on each down thrust into the depth of Jon’s bowels.

    Jon felt the first tingles of the climax that was on its way, Erik’s body suddenly tensed rigidly and he froze in mid-orgasm while he filled John’s rectum with enough semen for four men spilled onto the sheets and bedding.

    Jon’s orgasm quickly followed seconds later as he shot cum over the headboard and onto the wall, four huge globs of semen slowly slid down the bedroom wall.  Erik collapsed atop Jon’s slick and spent body.  Neither of them moved, trying only to get enough air into their lungs to quiet their heaving chests.  Soon both were asleep, completely spent and in awe of the feelings and emotions they stirred in each other.

    “How can this be, I feel such powerful emotions as I lay here with you.  We’ve only just met two days ago.”

    “Love happens, Jon.  I knew that we would be special together when I saw you at the boarding gate in Brindisi.  Now we need a nap to recharge.

    Brent woke in Jon’s guest room dazed and confused, he had no idea how or when he had gone to Jon’s condo.  He checked each room and there was no sign of Jon anywhere. He warmed up the cold coffee in the pot and had two cups before he felt steady enough to make it back to his place.  

    Once he was back in his home, Brent called Jon’s number four times before finally giving up and going to a nearby diner for breakfast.

    It was near ten AM when Jon began to wake, the feel of being spooned up against Erik’s backside aroused him.   In all his years as a single man, Jon could count on one hand the times he had stayed an entire night with any man.

    Erik stirred and turned in Jon’s arms.  Seeing that Jon was awake made him smile.

    “Good Morning lover, are you sure you’re not another dream of mine.  Waking up with you in my arms is something I’ll want for the rest of my days.

    I can hardly believe it has finally happened to me.

    You’re mine now Erik,”

    “Yes!  I am most definitely your’s Jon.

    ————–

    It’s been fourteen months now since Erik and I met in the Brindisi, Italy airport.  We’ve made an offer on a new home in a DC suburb about halfway between My job and Erik’s at UMD. It should be ready for us in three more months.  Erik is up for an ‘Assistant Professor’ position at UMD and I am now the Supervisor in my Department at work. 

    Brent resigned his position, met and married a former High School classmate and moved to Cleveland Ohio.  I never knew if Brent ever got over his curiosity about gay sex or not.  I only saw him twice after that night at my condo in Alexandria.  I wish him well and hope that he will find happiness and a true soul mate.  Erik, my soul mate literally flew into my life as our plane left the Brindisi airport.  

    Having Erik in my life is the most wonderful, most stupendous, thing that has ever happened to me.

    Life is good, being in love is life’s greatest blessing.

    The End


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  • First and ten

    During high school, I was the ‘equipment manager’ for our football team. I also helped out some of the trainers and physical therapist. It was during this time that I decided I wanted to major in physical therapy and also finance in college.  It was also during my late high school days that I realized that I was totally gay.

    All through college, I worked with the football team and during my senior year I became extremely close to a junior who was an up and coming awesome quarterback.

    His name was Troy ‘Red’ Simonton.  He got the nickname ‘Red’ partially due to his head of thick red hair, but also from the thick red-orange bush at the base of his beautiful long cut cock.  

    It was shortly after the first semester began when we discovered we both liked the same thing, that being sex with another male.  It was late on a Saturday night, and as I drove from town back out to the campus, I saw him thumbing a ride.

    Even before I recognized Red, it was what he was doing that caught my eye. There, standing on the shoulder of the road, stood this man, blatantly rubbing his crotch.  I knew exactly what it meant because I had done the same thing in the past.  It was a sign that the person would exchange sex for a ride.

    Pulling to the shoulder just past him, I stopped and waited for him to jog up to the car.  Opening the passenger door, he looked in, saw me and froze.

    “Get your ass in the car, Red.  We need to talk,” I said sternly.

    As he sat down and closed the door he said, “Uh, what about, Mark?”

    “Red, don’t give me that innocent shit.  I know exactly why you were doing want you were doing.”

    “I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, trying to be so innocent.

    “Red, don’t give me that.  I have done the exact same thing for the same fucking reason.  You were offering sex in exchange for a ride, weren’t you?”

    “Yea,” he replied softly then asked, “You’ve don’t it too?”

    “Many time before I got my car,” I replied, then asked, “Exactly what are you into, sexually?”

    “Anything that gives my partner pleasure,” he replied, then asked, “What about you? What were you willing to do for a ride?”

    “Same thing.  I loved it all.  I still do.”

    “Mark, are you totally gay or bi?” he asked.

    ‘If I give you an honest answer, will you give me one?”

    “Yes, I promise,” he replied.

    “I’m totally gay and have been since high school,” I replied.

    “Same here,” he said. “It started on a dare, and I realized I liked it and it continued.”

    “Tell me about it then I’ll tell you about me,” I said.

    “My first experience was with my best friends dad,” he began. I had gone over to their house.  Matt was like a brother to me and we never knocked when we visited.  Anyway, I walked in, not knowing he wasn’t home, and found his dad on the sofa, watching a gay video, with two life like dildos, one in his mouth and one in his ass.”

    “What the fuck did he do?” I asked.

    “He didn’t see me at first, but watching him got me rock hard.  When he did finally see me he told me to either get the fuck out or come closer.  I stepped over toward him and he reached out and grasp my hard cock and told me to take it out.  I could smell the beer on his breath as he started opening my jeans.  Before I knew it he was sucking my cock.  Before he got me off he pulled me to him and we kissed  some then he pushed my head down on his cock.  As I sucked him, I found I was enjoying it and after a moment he went back down on me.  We ended up sucking each other off and by the time we finished he had sobered up enough to realize what had happened.”

    “What was his reaction?” I asked.

    He couldn’t apologize enough and begged me not to tell Matt.  I told him that I wouldn’t tell if he would let me see him again.  That shocked him and I explained that it was a first time for me and I would like to explore some more but with someone I knew and trusted.  He agreed and we started seeing each other several times a week.”

    “Did Matt ever find out?”

    “Not about his dad but about me.”

    “What? How?”

    It was about three or four months later Matt and I were out on a double date and he was trying to score on his date. I had sex with girls to hide the fact I liked cock.  Matt was trying to score but it turned out that both our dates were on their period. My date was spending the night with his girl we had all been doing some foreplay in the car.  They got out and went inside and Matt was frustrated and whipped out his boner and said, “I guess I’ll have to jerk this thing off.  Care to join me?”

    “He was driving and we went to the park and parked and he whipped it out and started stroking.  I did the same and soon we were stroking each other.  I was getting turned on having his cock in my hand  and asked him if I could show him something better than jerking.  He agreed and I leaned over and sucked him off. I was afraid it would affect our friendship but it didn’t.  He would occasionally asked me to blow him and while I did he would jerk me off.  We remained close buds.”

    “But he never knew that his dad liked to suck cock?” I asked.

    “Well, not from me,” Red replied, then asked, “Now what abut you?”

    “I was a senior in high school and was working as ‘equipment manager’ and assisted the therapist at times.   Well, one day during the summer before my senior year, the therapist was showing me how to massage a pulled thigh muscle.  I knew I was into cock although I had never had sex with another male.  I started getting a huge boner and he noticed.  He kept brushing against it and I could see him getting hard.  I finally got the nerve to say that he could have it but only if I could have his and I reached over and grasp his hard cock.  Well, the next thing I knew we were both naked and on a floor mat sucking each others cock.  I loved it and was hooked.  I had just turned eighteen but he was in his late twenties, but I started visiting his apartment several times a week for sex.  Been at it ever since.”

    I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t stop myself.  I reached over and placed my hand between Red’s legs and felt his nice rock hard cock. 

    We looked into each other’s eyes and I asked, “Do you have time to stop by my place?”

    “I can say I was out jogging and pulled a muscle and since I was close to your apartment I stopped to let you check it out.”

    I smiled and said it sounded perfect and quickly drove straight to my apartment.  Once inside and the door closed I turned to face Red and as I did, he quickly stepped up to me grabbed my shoulders, pulled me to him, and pressed his hot wet lips to mine.  Immediately, I responded and we kissed passionately.

    Once the kiss ended, Red looked at me and said, “I have wanted to do that since I met you. Now that I’ve done it, it was better than I ever imagined it would be.”

    We spent the night sucking and fucking, doing all the things we shouldn’t be doing since I was part of the football staff and he was a player.  But I had to admit one thing.  He was the best cock sucker I had ever been with so far, completely swallowing all eight inches of my cock without difficulty, and holding it there.

    For the remainder of the year, we met on average twice a week. I graduated and was offered a job on the college staff as a therapist and trainer.  It was Red’s senior year, and our meetings continued, but not quite as frequent.

    I began going out of town when I had the opportunity to have sex where I wasn’t known by many others.  If I had been found out in the college town, my career would have been over. 

    Red graduated and was drafted by the Mobile Pirates professional football team.  I was happy and excited for him as he was one of the best quarterbacks there was.  I knew he had a great future.

    Having a second degree in financial management, Red contacted me, about a year later,  asking me if I would handle his finances for him.  I agreed and on my first free weekend I flew down to meet with him.  He met me at the airport and took me to the hotel where he had reserved a suite for me.  

    Once the bellman had escorted us to the suite, and we were alone, Red came up to me and kissed me passionately, after which he said how much he had missed me, and I admitted that I had missed him also.  As we kissed, he steadily removed my clothes starting with my shirt.  I couldn’t resist and did the same to him.

    Moments later, we were in the king bed, both totally nude, sucking each others hard cock.  I was positive that he was even better than he was when we were last together.

    After devouring each others loads, he asked if I had been getting any from any of the current football players.  I said no and asked if he was getting any.

    “Not much,” he replied, “and what I do get is not near as good as what we have.”

    “Any prospects?” he asked.

    “There is one I have my eye on, but from all outward signs he is straight, but for some reason I’m getting different vibes when I’m around him.”

    “Well, if anyone can bring him out, it’s you,” Red said.

    As we lay there in bed, Red changed the subject, saying that he had been talking with a few of his team mates and that they were also looking for someone to handle their finances, and asked if I would be interested.

    “Hey man, I’m always interested in making money,” I replied.

    “Well, there is something else I want to ask you,” he added sounding more serious.

    “What’s that?” I asked.

    “The team is looking for another therapist and trainer.  Would you mind if I recommend you and would you be willing to relocate?”

    “It does sound interesting but it would depend on the salary. And I am willing to talk with your team mates if they are interested,” I told him.

    He smiled and said he would make a recommendation the next day.

    Although still totally nude, we began discussing Red’s finances with him presenting me with a complete list of his expenses and his income.  I did some  figuring and told him that he would have to agree to a set allowance and turn his credit cards over to me.  There were some other rules, but he knew it was in his best interest to agree.  We agreed on my fee and I said I would work up a contract for him to sign.  

    “When you talk to your team mates, let them know my basic rules and if they agree, let me know and I will return and meet withy them.”

    He agreed and moments later we were back in bed, kissing passionately as I slowly and lovingly fucked his hot ass, not really believing I was having sex with one of the hottest pro footballers in the country, and that he was loving it.

    The next day I returned home and a week later I got a call from the owner of Red’s team wanting to discuss me joining the staff.  I agreed to fly down that weekend.  A moment later, Red called and I told him I had just talked to the owner and was going to be flying down Friday evening.

    “Great,” he said, and after you meet with him, you can meet with three of my team mates that are interested in you managing their finances.”

    “Sounds good to me,” I replied.

    I flew down and met with the team owner on Saturday morning and things looked promising.  I was made a very lucrative offer and told the owner I would be in con tact the following week.  

    Then on Saturday afternoon, I had Red and the three interested teammates meet me in my hotel suite the team was paying for. Red arrived shortly after two, informing me that the others would be there momentarily.

    Red gave me info on each of the men, omitting their salaries.  The first he told me about was Brad Baker, the center.  I was told that Brad was twenty-five and single.  Next was Buck Roberts, one of their defensive ends who was twenty-four and also single. Last, but not least, was Rick Davis.  He was twenty-seven and was a full back and the married one of the group.

    “Pam, Rick’s wife, thinks she can handle his finances but from what he has said, they really don’t have much to show for what he is paid,” Red told me.  “She will probably be with him.”

    Brad and Buck arrived together and when meeting them my heart raced wildly seeing at how hot both men were.  I was almost sure that I would accept the job offer just to be able to see these two studs nude in the locker room.

    A few minutes later, Rick arrived and as Red had predicted,n Pam was with him.  Rick was just as hot as the other two men and from his open collared shirt, was showing a nice hairy chest, which I loved.

    We sat down together and as I began going over the information I had requested, studying their expenses compared to their income, Pam continually complained saying that they didn’t need my help.

    I laid out my rules and requirements, and immediately Pam          began interrupting, disagreeing with everything I said.  

    After several minutes, Rick spoke up and loudly said “Pam, shut the fuck up!  I’m going to let Mark handle everything and if you can’t live with it then pack up and get the fuck out.”

    The four of us men looked at Pam’s shocked reaction then at Rick, shocked that he would give such an ultimatum.  Then, to our surprise, Rick spoke up again and said, “In fact, I’m tired of your constant bitching, so when we get home pack your shit and get out!”

    “You can’t be serious!” she snapped.  “If I leave, I get half of everything you have.”

    “No you don’t bitch.  The house and almost everything in it I owned before we married. All you have claim to is your clothes.”

    She got up and stormed out of the suite, and moments later, all three of the men had agreed to sing contracts  making me in charge of their finances.

    Brad, Rick, and Buck left together, with Red staying behind.  After we were alone, we kissed passionately with me thanking him for getting me the extra clients.

    “With the four accounts, I don’t need the job with the team, but I think I will accept it just to see those three studs bare ass naked.”

    “Mark, you won’t regret it.  Those three have the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen in a long time.”

    “I can’t wait top find out,” I replied, as we began to strip.

    Later that evening, Rick called and asked to meet me privately.  I agreed and he arrived half an hour later.  

    Once inside the suite, I asked what I could do for him.

    “It’s not exactly legal so I hope you will help me out,” he said, setting down a suitcase.

    “Well, have a seat and fill me in,” I said, wearing just my slacks, since I was about to go to bed when he called.

    “After the meeting I got home and Pam was packing her things. I let her have all her clothes and all the jewelry and shoes she had bought.  Almost everything else, I owned before we married,” he said.

    “So what do you need me for?”

    “I suspected this was inevitable so I have been stashing money away without her knowledge.  All she knows about is what is in the joint account which I’m sure she will be entitled to half.  I want you to keep the money I have been hiding away until the divorce if final.  I’m filing for divorce on Monday.”

    “What are we talking about?” I asked.

    He picked up the suitcase and sat it on the coffee table and opened it.  It was filled with cash.  

    “Mother fuck!  How much is there?” I asked.

    “Two hundred thousand.  I had it in a safe that she didn’t know about.  You do this for me and twenty-five thousand is yours.”

    I agreed to help him but told him I didn’t want the cash, and asked why he had been hiding it.

    “Can I say something and it stay just between the two of us?” he asked

    “Of course,” I replied.

    “I’ve been secretly seeing someone else, and preparing to pay off the other person in case of blackmail.  If it happens, my career is ruined.”

    “What ever it is, it’s no one else’s business.  Just keep me informed and if anything happens let me know and I will do what I can.”

    As we stood, he smiled and thanked me and as he stepped up to hug me he placed one hand on my chest over my left nipple.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought he had done it intentionally.  It was then, that I began to wonder who he had been seeing.

    I decided to go for broke and ask what I was wondering about.

    “Rick, I don’t care one way or the other, but there is something I have to know before anything happens,” I said.

    He looked directly into my face and said very calmly, “I’m seeing another man.  I enjoy sex with men.”

    “That’s what I figured” I replied.  “And to give you something to use in case I break your confidence, I’m gay also.  I don’t think the owners would like a gay man massaging their players.”

    He smiled and chuckled and said, “No, probably not.”

    Then with a smile on his face, he leaned in and kissed me, using just his lips and not his tongue, and said, “You have put me at so much peace, and if I can ever do anything for you, let me know.”

    He left and after closing the door, I turned and leaned against it, trying to digest the fact that two of the hottest players on the team were gay, and if Pam found out, he would be ruined.  I had to come up with some plan to get her out of town, permanently. 

    I thought about the situation with Rick for a couple of days, then an idea came top mind.  It was time to call in a favor.  In the past, I had assisted in some not so legal financial transactions for a former client and now it was time for him to assist me.

     

    I picked up my phone and called my former client, Tony Miscelli, who now lived in Seattle, not far from the Canadian border.

    When Tony answered, we spoke for a moment, asking how each other was doing, before I said, “Tony, I need a big favor.”

    “Well, if I remember right, I owe you several.  Just name it, my friend.”

    I explained that I had a client that was divorcing his wife and I needed her out of his life, permanently, but made it clear that I was not referring to taking her life.

    He got her name, address, other and pertinent information, and said that he would take care of everything.  I did make him promise to eventually let me know the status of things.

    Approximately two weeks later, I got a call from Rick, asking what I had done.  When I asked what he was referring to, he informed me that Pam had unexpectedly moved to Seattle permanently and left him only a post office box number as her address.

    I explained that I called in a favor to keep her away from him and his private life and that he had nothing to worry about.  He admitted that he was relieved and that he ‘owed’ me one.

    The following day, I was surprised when I answered the door and found him standing there.  I immediately invited him in and I barely had time to close the door before he began passionately tongue kissing me and pushing down the shorts I had slipped on.

    A few seconds later, he was on his knees, devouring my rapidly stiffening cock balls deep, moaning softly in pleasure. As he sucked my cock, although he was on his knees, he managed to get his pants down around his ankles.  A moment later, he extracted my cock from his mouth and said, “You can have my mouth, my ass, or both.  The choice is yours.”

    “Well, your mouth was feeling pretty damn good, but I want what your packing also.”

    He quickly removed his pants and a moment later we were on the floor in a hot and passionate sixty-nine.  Moments later we climaxed simultaneously, feeding each other our hot thick loads, and it was awesome.

    Afterward, he looked into my eyes and said that although he didn’t know the details of what I had done, he was eternally grateful for getting her out of his life.

    A few days later, I set up separate appointments with both Brad and Buck, going over their finances and setting up accounts to deposit their ‘allowance’ into.  In the individual meetings, there was something about each man that hinted to me that they could possibly be into male sex also.

    I was hoping I was right because they were both hot as hell, good looking, well built  and extremely sexy.  I wanted them in my bed  separately or together, I didn’t care.

    Then, out of the blue, I had a sudden revelation, wondering what it would be like to have sex with four professional football stars all at the same time.  Faster than normal, my cock became rock hard at the idea.

    I had the appointment set to meet both men at Brad’s place at three  on Saturday afternoon.  I finished me earlier plans ahead of schedule and decided to go on over and see if we could meet earlier.

    I arrived just before half past one, and after going through the gate in the tall brick privacy wall, I heard sounds coming from the front window.  From past experience, I immediately recognized the sounds as sexual moans.

    Easing up to the window, I could easily see into the living room of Brad’s home.  There on the floor were Buck and Brad in a hot sixty-nine. As they sucked each other, they each had a large lifelike dildo in their hand, working in  and out of the others ass.  

    As I watched, I eased my own cock out of my slacks and began stroking it, bringing myself to my own climax as they each climaxed, feeding each other their cum loads.  After watching each man swallow what had been fed to him, I watched as they kissed passionately.  After licking my own hand clean, I replaced my cock in my pants and stepped over to the door and rang the bell.

    Hearing the sounds from inside, I knew that they were frantically trying to get dressed.  Soon, the door opened and both men were dressed but not neatly.

    “You should have stayed like you were,” I said as I stepped inside.

    “Mark, you’re early,” Buck said.

    “Yes, I am, and I wasn’t spying, although I did see what was going on through the window,” I said, watching their reaction.

    Bart started to say something but I stopped him and said, “Look, I know what I saw and I have done almost the same thing.  I just need an honest answer.  Are you both gay or not?”

    After looking at each other, Buck spoke up and said, “Yes, we are, and does that change things?”

    “Fuck no, not with me.  I’m gay also,” I replied.  “I just need to know in order to run damage control if it ever becomes necessary.”

    “If your gay, prove it,” Bart said.  

    ‘I’ll be glad to,” I replied before stepping up in front of them.

    TO BE CONTINUED……..

  • Chrissy’s New Life

    Phillip/Chrissy is 5’6″ and weighs about 125 lbs has brunette hair which lightly brushes his/her shoulders when not in a ponytail.   The sissy identity is sitting comfortably in front of her desktop computer in a sissy chatroom.     She is in her short negligee which comes down just below her butt only about an inch below.   She has her breast forms on which is 28 C cups.   She has been in the sissy chatroom for about 2 hours and saw it was bedtime and was about to log off when there was a private invite.

     The man’s name was Russell and he told Chrissy he loved her profile.    

    He said,”  From what I read of your profile you might be the gurl I am looking for.” 

    Chrissy said,” I have to be honest with you I only dress part-time and the breasts are just breast forms,”   

    He said,”  That is alright with me.   Oh is it true you are seeking dating, and potentially a long-term relationship?” 

    Chrissy was impressed he really did read her profile and she said,”  Yes, I am and tomorrow around  11 and at the shop, you will be meeting Phillip if you don’t mind.”  

    He said,”  No so you want to keep us discreet for now?” 

    She said,”  Yes, I do I build and restore classic cars.” 

    He said,”  Wonderful, I do have a 1968 Grand Prix how about I bring it on the pretense of getting an estimate on it it does need some more work on it.”      

    She said,”  That is a beautiful car would love to see it.”

    He said,” Great it does need quite a bit of work I was able to do some of the interior but that is as far as my “expertise” allows.”  

    She said,”  Well, I will love seeing your car and meeting you tomorrow around 11.” 

    He said,” Great I can’t wait til tomorrow.” They logged off and she started humming tomorrow will be great she thought to herself and

    she went to remove her makeup and brush her teeth.    

    After that, she went to bed thinking about what tomorrow might bring.

     

    All of a sudden she started getting feelings that this can be her prince in shining armor. She logged off and was humming a tune and loving the thought of meeting him and she loved the fact that he was ok in meeting Phillip.  

    She cleaned off her makeup and took the breast forms out and she left on the stringless g-string because she loved the feeling of wearing them but took off her lingerie and carefully folded it and put it back in the secret dresser in her guest room. 

    She went back into her room and crawled into bed and turned off the lamp and was thinking about Russell until she fell asleep.


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  • The Galeta Span

    In these days of long, long international flights, there’s not much to do aside from eating and drinking and watching an infinity of mediocre to bad movies. Or listening to music none of which is to your taste. Then there’s the airline’s inflight magazine, a periodical designed, apparently, to persuade you to keep on flying with them, never get off that plane and enjoy, enjoy and enjoy your flight. Given that encouragement, one can hardly wait to get off. And that’s what I did. After twelve hours listening to squalling babies, hearing couples argue and receiving surly service, it was time to get off; Happily it was in Istanbul.

    For those who haven’t had the pleasure of visiting it’s one of those cities that we all hear about but seldom visit. It’s just a bit too foreign, too strange for most Americans and they can’t think of much to do apart from seeing the few sights they’ve heard of. But that’s for the too casual tourist. Istanbul is the gateway to the Arab world where males dominate and are catered to. If you’re a guy and need of a bit of freshening up, Istanbul is your city; Start at the barber shop.

    My favourite is one near the Galeta Bridge and isn’t obvious, just another shop in a row of shops but once inside you enter the uber world of masculinity. One is greeted like a visiting dignitary and, it’s assumed, you have come for all the services they offer and, unless you’re a fool, you have all the time to give over to being serviced and made to feel better, look better and generally feel like a man.

    This all starts at the door where you are greeted like an old friend, hands are shaken, embraces given, your coat is removed and, after a few more words of welcome, you’re escorted to a small changing room where you find a fresh T shirt with a very wide neck. Whatever you’re wearing above the waist is removed and the T shirt is put on. Next is the selection of the barber who will become your instant friend and stylist for the next several hours. Most speak several languages-to varying degrees of fluency. Having picked one, we’ll call him Memet, you’re escorted to his chair and seated. Now in other places a drape would be put over you and tied or clipped at the neck. Not here. As soon as you’re comfortable, Memet will pull up a stool and the two of you concentrate on your reflection. This is the period where first decisions are made; Is this to be a full cut or just a trim? Something a bit different, perhaps shorter or shaved, or left as is but tightened up. In a sense you both pick what will happen but you find you’re guided to his point of view. But then he’s a professional, this is all he’s done all his life, quite probably learned it from his father and it well may be that the cute kid cleaning up is his son or the son of one of the other barbers. He stands, a decision has been reached. The business of serious consultation is over, decisions have been made, it’s time for you to enter the world of sybaritic pleasure guided there by Memet who is anxious to do so, to prove his protestations of excellence, his quality of service were more than just words dangled in front of a buyer in a Souk.

    But what it is will come later. First there is the mandatory shave, facial, reshave and massage. THEN you’ll get your haircut but only when the rest of you has been brought to that point where it’s deserving of the cut you’ll receive. Hot towels appear and are carefully used to first clean your face and then others are wound around and pressed down, their moist warmth penetrating your skin. Whisked away, a fresh piece of shaving soap is dropped in a bowl. A bristle brush is wetted and the delicate business of preparing the perfect foam is begun. Memet has a consistency that he prefers and, if necessary, he’ll throw the first batch out and start again. While this is going on, an assistant, a barber in training, is preparing the blade. He is not allowed to strop it, that is for Memet to do, but he makes sure it is clean and is handed to Memet just at the moment when you’re fully lathered and ready to be shaved.

    Never have you been shaved so thoroughly, so closely, so carefully. Memet looks for the slight rises and bumps that are on every man’s face and artfully works the blade so that he seems to always be working on flat skin, his thumb and forefinger ever so gently stretch your skin. After each pass, it’s handed off to his assistant to be cleaned and then handed back. During that interval, he has inspected the path he just made for any hair or imperfections he may have missed. And the process continues until your whole face glows from the passages of the razor. But now it’s time for the possibility of your upper chest, that part that would show above an open throated chest to be considered. Some Turkish men want hair flowing out, others prefer the more Westernized smooth, hairless look. If it’s the latter, Memet will consult as to how far to shave and then the ritual of blade, foam and assistant begins again. You end with the suggestion of a furred pec or sternum but for professional purposes, clean, crisp, white skin almost framed by the suggestion of what continues under the shirt, behind the buttons.

    Time for the cut! No Renaissance artist ever paid as much attention to his painting as Memet is paying to your head and hair. Even if you come twice a week, and many men do, it’s the same critical eye considering where to make the first snip. An hour later he’s done with that and almost has to sit for a moment so tense has it been. To describe the detail you’ve just gone through is impossible but you know it has been perfectly done.

    Now to bring back the razor to blend the neck into the hair, or, if you wish, it will be shaved with a firm line at the bottom of the hair. And of course the Moustache must receive almost microscopic attention, each strand of hair made to conform to the proper shape of your own unique moustache. He’ll understand, since you’re a foreigner that you may not have one but…with little urging, he’ll be glad to start one for you by not shaving an area that he feels will produce the best ‘stache for you. It’s almost worth it to let him do this, particularly if you’re going to be in town for a few weeks. The pleasure he’ll take as it grows will be better than any tip you might give him. He has started a fellow man on the way to his moustache and could there be a higher calling for a barber? There could not. Now for the final bit of touch up. A pointed wand is brought out with a ball of cotton on one end. The cotton is saturated with methylated spirits then lit. It’s then passed over your ears and up your nose to burn off any errant hair that would detract from you, the man and his cut. Finally, another quick shave just to make sure that no shadow has appeared while you were being properly barbered elsewhere.

    And you’re done. Back to your clothes and, when you emerge, all the patrons and barbers stop to look and approve of the work done. It’s the sense of camaraderie that makes a barbershop in Turkey the equivalent to a local pub in England. It’s the hang out place, the place you go to watch the football matches or Turkish wrestling.

    As you pay you feel they’re almost insulted at having to accept your money. After all, you’re a friend, someone who will be back but, of course, reluctantly, they do and the assistant to Memet is handed a tip, generally about the size of the bill you’ve just paid. But…you stop. There was one other thing, one other shaving to be done and…they know and smile and direct you to the Haman, one out of the way, reserved really, for referred clientele. Indeed the owner of the shop, if it’s not Memet will hand you a small wooden chit with a symbol on it. It’s your ticket of entry to your next pleasure of the day.

    But take a moment to enjoy the square, go to the cafe, have a coffee and a cigar or perhaps a hubble bubble. Look across the Bosporus to the Asian side and think about perhaps crossing over later in the week. But now you have an appointment, one you did not make but, none the less, one that was made for you. So you leave a few coins in the saucer and head toward the flower shop and go down the alley beside it to the door on which is the symbol of the chit you have in your hand.

    No need to knock, you’re expected, eyes saw you coming though you did not see them. A man greets you in the minuscule foyer and leads you down a short flight of stairs, the smell of water growing stronger as you descend, into a large room, tiled in marble and with marble benches as table as the only furniture. He shows you to a changing room where you leave your clothes and collect a sheet which is wrapped around you, waist high, and you return to the main room and lie down on a table. You needn’t wait long, until a hand touches your shoulder and you look up and see Memet. He has exchanged his barbers clothes for a pair of short gym shorts and his usual big smile. And he’s not alone, he’s brought his assistant who has yet to earn the privilege of being clad. He runs a hand down your chest, curls his fingers in your chest hair, further down, your pubic hair, caresses your furry balls and his smiles deepens.

    He tells you how pleased he is that he can complete your cut, he looks forward to these days, you are his favourite customer. He twiddles with the hair under your arms and seems to think, again, what will he do and how will he do it. The assistant lowers his zipper and, to assist his thinking, begins to gently suck his cock. His hands go through your freshly cut hair, he seems to be almost bragging to himself at his skill, the smoothness of your skin, he’s truly an artist with a razor. He helps you up as his assistant backs away, leaving his sizable dick hanging out, one to be proud of, envied. The three of you go toward a rug covered wall which the assistant draws aside revealing another table but also a basin and a large pool of water, a spa in one room. As he helps you to the table he slips away the sheet and you feel the cold marble on your warm ass. You spontaneously sigh knowing the pleasure and some other things. The table is longer than most in the other room but with a purpose. He places a spreader bar between your ankles and locks you in. Your arms arms are raised above you and secured in leather cuffs closed with locks. You are his canvas and his smile broadens at the prospect. It’s time for him to reverse what he’s done, to create a new look for you, one only you know you want and it’s taken some time to get to realizing it but when you did, your friend in the barbershop was there, waiting for you.

    First a light oiling, then the assistant takes a large sponges, dips in a bowl of soapy water and vigorously washes you. At the same time Memet is sharpening blades, checking sheers, all must be perfect. And perfectly quiet so he slips a cock gag into your mouth and secures it behind your neck. You don’t need to give him instructions, he knows what to do.

    Bowl after bowl of water is poured over you until you are squeaky clean from any soap. And Memet is ready. The easy part first. Using old fashioned hand activated clippers he goes back and forth across your head, your just cut hair falling on the table. He’s quick about it and not careful as this is only the preparation. More water, the hair goes away. And now the shaving soap and the bowl and the blade. You can feel the bristles of the brush on your partly denuded scalp and then the razor. Every so slowly, carefully, lustily being pulled across your head. You can almost feel the fresh air where once your hair was. Back and forth, more water, more soap, more shaving. All directions, both with and against the grain. Once in a while he’ll stop for a moment, his assistant fastening himself to his cock to pump enthusiasm into him. And then he returns. Your head is almost finished, but not quite. Your eyebrows are taken and he moves South. Your Armpits and then, avoiding your chest, down the trail to your crotch leaving only a feathered path leading to a strip of air perhaps just as wide as where your cock joins your lower abdomen. Back up to your chest where he starts by shaving a circle around your nipples, barely nipping them with his razor so they bleed just a bit, just enough to make them slightly damaged and grow scar tissue to make bigger tits. The better to suck on. He uses the razor as if it were a pruning sheer and takes some off and leaves some until, if one stepped back, it would look like a fountain with your dick as the spigot blowing water up your chest and around your tits. It’s artful, it’s magnificent, it’s not over. While you lay there he sits on the edge of the table and allows his assistant to finally, slowly suck him off. By turning your head slightly you can see his belly contract as the orgasm comes over him, the assistant swallowing hard to keep up his cum production. Shaving you has aroused him, he must be emptied, at least for now.

    It’s time to roll you over latch you down again and whisk off the few insults of fur on the lower spine that are the curse of most men. They lead to your ass and then into it. Memet removes that patch of hair and moves to his real target, your ass. He likes it hairy and so he puts away his razor and picks up a blood red tapered dildo and prepares it for insertion. But this is for him, you will get him and as we all know, the second coming so soon after that last blow out takes time. But he has that and so do you. Carefully oiled and felt and finally two fingers plunge through your defensive hole then a third is added. A fourth. You hear the snap of a glove, feel the gooey grease being slathered around your ass, feel the tips of his fingers play with the opening, encouraging it to widen. Fingers come back. Two then three then four and, finally, with a gentle shove, his whole fist slides into you. Your prostate is being milked and, even laying on your stomach, you know you’re hard and your balls are drawing up just waiting for a cue to spew.

    The hand is one replaced by a Turkish delight of a dick. Sturdy and well veined, not long but throbbing again. He wastes no time gaining entry to your guts and presses. Behind him, as encouragement, his assistant has pulled out the first dildo and replaced it with a metal shaft wired so that electricity can make his shit chute jump with pain and pleasure. It adds to his thrusting until he is there again, You can feel the warm semen inside you. He withdraws and leans down to suck out his juice for his own pleasure.

    But you are not done. All the binding are loosened and Memet takes his assistant and, using hidden rings in the wall, stretches him out, tied securely, gagged carefully, not for sex but for silence. He encourages you to get off the table and select from the variety of crops, single tails, scourges, floggers that are in a drawer in the table. He smiles and strikes the first blow which draws blood. That’s when you notice the stripes on his back for he was once an assistance as well. Both of you work the boy over, blood falls on the floor, the boy seems to cry but no heed is given. When you tire, he’s cut down and dumped in the pool which almost immediately is tinged with a pinkish hue.

    Only you have not been satisfied and this is his final service. Nimble as a mountain goat, he hops up on the table and folds himself down so his ass hole is a prominent, welcoming target. You mount the table and him using only spit for lube. You know he can take it and you know how to give him the rough, tearing sex he craves. You beat him with your fists as you pump into him. He reaches back and pinches your balls postponing ejaculation and you smile inwardly, he really wants it. And so the two of you are locked together until your strength ebbs and your cock is almost too hard to withdraw safely without spewing in him. And with a sudden heave, it’s there, a rush of viscous, deeply white cum. You pull out and are still spurting. Now it’s your turn to eat your own product. You lick it from his ass, from the table.

    And then you all join his assistance who is sufficient recovered to give easy hand jobs knowing that much more would be too painful. After a time, you rise leaving Memet and the kid and saunter out. Take a quick shower from one of the many showers in the room and lie down with your sheet covering you and sleep for a bit. Then get dressed, pay up, tip and go outside. Across the strait the lights in Asia are coming on. The cool air on your newly bald head feel odd but good. But it’s always this way on shaving day. The only shame is that it will be months before you can do it again. And Memet will be waiting, smiling, ready for you. As you’re ready for him. Just another one of the many pleasures of Istanbul. You wonder if the tourists are being entertained by the whirl of veils and the bouncing of flesh as they watch this “authentic” bit of canned culture. Back in the cafe, Memet joins you and you silently have a glass of Grapa and a cigar. He smiles at you and makes the sign of a razor perhaps slicing your….maybe another time. I grow hard thinking, wondering when that day will be… Memet smiles, he reaches under the table, gives your stalk and what hangs under it a caress, he knows his customers, their love of the razor and shaving, he knows what you’ll finally want, what he will finally do but now? It has been a good day and the lights on the Galeta bridge come on to agree.


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  • navy leave

    true story

    in high school i had a jack off buddy. he was couple of years younger than me. after school one day at my house when no one else was home, he suddenly asked if i jacked off. i didn’t know word so didn’t answer. so he described it. of course i knew then since i had been doing it for years. but never talked to anyone about it. 

    he said he would show me so we went in bathroom and he unzipped. his penis was much larger than mine. i commented on it he said other boys said the same thing when they met at the park and jacked together. 

    he stroked for a few minutes then got a blank look on his face and semen bubbled out and ran down his hand. then my turn. shortly i came also. my semen shot out about 2 feet and i spasmed a lot. didn’t know mine shot since i always did it into a cloth. 

    we wiped up and he told me not to do it because it would make you crazy. next day after school he asked if i had done it. i said no altho i had done it about 3 times. he asked if i wanted to so we went into my room and did it. after that we did it several times a week. he wanted me to tell him when i was ready so he could watch. 

    after several years i joined the navy. first time i came home on leave, i hadn’t jerked off for 3 months. never had the privacy. anyway i was ready so i called and asked if wanted to come over to my house. 

    he was there within a few minutes. we went to my room and unzipped. i was very hard and he was getting there. i started and lasted only a few seconds. i came so intense a almost fainted. never felt anything that intense before. tok a few minutes before i could catch my breath. 

    i was still hard. lasted about a minute. just as strong as first time. 3rd time was almost as strong. he came after that. we did sometimes while i was on leave. before i came on leave again, he had moved and i never saw him again. 

    i still remember how intense that was. we never did more. just unzipped and stroked. wish now i had tried something more. at the time i didn’t know about being gay. we talked about fucking girls. wanted to know if i had. lied and said i did.


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