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  • Intruder

    Rafe and Bernard had been lovers for over 20 years and business partners for almost as long.  They owned a high end furniture and design shop that had amassed a following over the years.  Now, both in their mid 50’s, their life was settled and predictable.
     
    Both men were similar in appearance except that Bernard had a full, close cropped beard and Rafe was clean shaven.  They maintained their diet and made frequent visits to the gym so that they were in better shape now than in their younger days.

    In terms of personality, they were very different.  Bernard was the laid-back sort, never too excited or flustered.  Rafe was a bundle of nervous energy and a perfectionist.  This had worked out well for them, both at home and professionally.

    Whereas Bernard never seemed to notice dust or clutter, Rafe was constantly vigilant and tweaking everything.  He was the one who took care of presentation and accounts at the store, Bernard had an unerring eye for good design and knew how to deal with customers.  They were a perfect match.

    The year before they had sold the Mock-Tudor large home they had owned and moved to where they now lived.  They had a condo on the 15th floor of a new building that had sweeping views of the town from a small balcony off of the main living room.  It had an open kitchen area attached to the big main room and there was a short hallway from the front door that also led to the bedroom and bathroom.  It was very modern with shiny terrazzo floors, the total opposite of where they had previously lived.

    They enjoyed their new lifestyle, the first time that either of them had lived anywhere but in a house.

    Their next door neighbor was a widow named Mrs. White who was around their own age.  She had always been very friendly.

    On the evening that our story begins, Rafe and Bernie had just finished supper and were on their way out of the building to grocery shop when, in the lobby, they ran into their neighbor who was accompanied by a young man.

    “Oh, Rafe, Bernie, I’m so glad we ran into each other.  I’d like to introduce you to my grandson Willie.” Mrs. White told them.

    The young man colored slightly and the two men looked him over.  He looked like any generic 18 year old, hair slightly too long, clothes too loose and hygiene probably not too strict.  He hung his head, looking at his feet.

    “It’s nice to meet you, Willie.” Bernie said and put out his hand.

    As Willie shook with him, Mrs. White said, “Willie, these are our next door neighbors.  They have the condo next to us.”

    “You mean, together?” he asked.

    “Yes, we’re a couple.” Rafe said, shaking the young man’s hand in turn.  Willie kept darting looks back and forth at the two of them from under a fringe of hair.

    “Willie is to stay with me for a while.” Mrs. White said.  “There were a few family problems and I stepped in.  I’m sure that there will be no problems here, Willie is practically a grown man.”

    “Well, thanks for letting us know.” Bernie said and the two of them walked outside.

    When they passed through the lobby doors, Bernie looked back, just as Willie was looking over his shoulder at them.

    “I believe that was the first time young Willie has ever encountered a pair of real-live-in-captivity faggots before.” Bernie said.

    “Looks like a bit of a mouth breather to me.” Rafe replied.

    Neither man gave any more thought to the new neighbor.  They almost never saw him and never heard any noise next door.  Mrs. White was a volunteer 5 days a week at the hospital and as far as they could tell, Willie rarely left the apartment.  He was more or less invisible.

    Three weeks after the encounter in the lobby, Rafe was on one of his cleaning and tidying binges on a Saturday afternoon.  Bernie knew to stay out of his way, so he was lying on the bed, watching him dust the TV and shelves across from the bed.  He saw him hesitate, and then Rafe turned to face him.

    “Have you been sneaking and beating off behind my back?” he asked.

    Bernie snorted a laugh and said, “If I was going to do it behind your back, I’d shoot it all over your ass.  Though, I really prefer to give you a facial.  Why would you ask that?”

    Rafe turned back around and pointed to the DVD collection on the shelf.
     
    “You know I keep the porno in alphabetical order.  ’Blowjob Bonanza’ should be before ’Butt Busters’ and they’re just the opposite.”

    “You probably moved them the last time you dusted.  Or, maybe we have a ghost who likes gay porn.  That would be pretty neat.”

    “You probably knocked them over and just didn’t put them back right.” Rafe said, going back to work.

    That was the first thing.

    The second was less than a week later.  One of the great things about two men living together is that the toilet seat can always stay up.  Both men had grown up with sisters and a mother who always griped if they left the seat up after taking a piss.  In their household, it was always left up.

    Which was why it was strange when the men came home from work and Rafe immediately headed for the john, only to come right back out.

    “Did you put the seat down on the toilet this morning?” he asked.

    “I don’t think so.  I took a quick piss just before we left but I don’t remember doing that.”

    Rafe grasped Bernie by the bicep and led him into the bathroom.  Not only was the seat down, so was the lid.

    “You must have done it unconsciously.” Rafe said.

    “I never have before now.  Are you trying to gaslight me?  Maybe it was your ghost.”

    “I don’t like this.” Rafe said.  “If you’re doing things, just stop it.”

    A few days later, it was something else.  Because there were just two of them, the dirty dishes always came in pairs.  They rarely ate between meals and if they did it was usually a piece of fruit.

    So, when Rafe was putting dirty dishes into the dishwasher, he immediately noticed an odd extra glass in the rack.
     
    “Did you use an extra glass today?” he called out to Bernie in the bedroom.

    “Why? Is something broken?” he answered, coming out of the hallway.

    “There’s an extra dirty glass.  How did it get in here?”

    “Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll do the dishes.  You’re getting all in a tizzy over nothing.”

    “This is getting spooky.” Rafe said.  “I know what is dirty and what is clean and I keep track of things.”

    “Maybe your ghost got thirsty after watching porno and needed a drink.  Did you check to see if he used the toilet?”

    “Make fun, but something is weird around here.” Rafe replied.

    Next, it was in the bedroom, again.  The men had a nightstand on each side of the bed with large deep drawers on the bottom.  One of the drawers was designated “The Toy Chest” and contained a variety of sex toys, dildos, cock rings and lubes.  Rafe, going to bed, noticed that the drawer was just slightly open and when he pulled it out, one of the largest of the dildo collection was out of place and lying askew.

    “Are you cheating on me?” he turned and asked Bernie.

    “You mean when I’m in the bathroom for 5 minutes by myself or when I run down to the basement at the shop?  What are you, crazy?  Even if I wanted to cheat, when would I get the opportunity?  We’re together practically every hour of every day.  Maybe you‘re cheating on me.”

    “You know the only times I’ve been with someone else it was when we did it together.   Someone has been playing with the dildos.” Rafe said.

    “You need to relax and get over this obsession.” Bernie said.  “You’re starting to piss me off and I don’t appreciate you accusing me of cheating.”

    Bernie was annoyed and it took a few days for things to get back to normal.

    The final straw was the following Friday.  They came home from work and decided to go and spend some time at the gym.  Rafe went into the bathroom to undress and put his dirty clothes in the hamper.  Bernie heard the hamper open and then Rafe stormed into the bedroom nude.

    “Did you jerk off on my underwear, you old pervert?” he asked, flinging a pair of briefs at Bernie.

    “Are you all the way nuts?” Bernie said.  “What are you even talking about?”

    Rafe went over and picked the briefs up off of the floor and thrust them into Bernie’s face.

    “I know cum stains when I see them.  Even better, I sure as hell know what it smells like.” he said.

    Bernie took the briefs from his hand and examined them, then held them up to his nose.

    “That smells like cum.” he said.  “But not from me.  Look, it’s still wet and I just came in when you did.  How would I have time to jerk off?”

    “Someone has been here while we’ve been gone.” Rafe said, looking shocked.  “I told you something weird was going on.”

    “And I apologize for not taking you seriously.” Bernie said.  “I think you may be right.”

    The two men gingerly walked around the condo, trying to see if anything else was different or out of place.  Rafe even got down and looked under the bed.

    “Someone has been here.” Rafe said.  “Do you think it could have been some kind of maintenance people?”

    “I know how to find out.” Bernie replied.

    He pulled out his phone and called the head of the condo board.  No, he was told, there was no maintenance scheduled on any of the condos and no one was in the building that day.

    “Is it possible that someone else may have a key to our place?” he asked.

    No, that wasn’t possible unless they had given someone a copy.  The locks on their door were new, they were the first owners and the only duplicate was kept in a safe in the condo office.

    Bernie hung up and said, “Let’s go look at the door and locks and see if they’ve been tampered with.”

    They examined everything minutely but didn’t even see a scratch on the brass locks.  Nothing showed any evidence of tampering.

    “This is really creeping me out.” Rafe said.  “I don’t think ghosts can shoot cum wads.  Should we call the police?”

    “The only proof we have is your cummy briefs.” Bernie said.  “They’ll just laugh at us.”

    The next few nights, they both slept uneasily and the mood of the whole condo seemed eerie.  It was hard to even relax.

    By Monday morning things had calmed down a bit.  Rafe had spent the day before cleaning and the place was spotless.  Bernie came out of the bedroom, ready to leave for work, and found Rafe waxing the terrazzo floor of the big living room.  The sun blazing in through the balcony’s wide double doors reflected off of the wet surface and just about blinded him.

    “Jesus, we don’t have time for that, we’re running late already.” he told Rafe.

    Rafe hurriedly cleaned up his tools and put them away and the two men went to work.  That night when they came home everything appeared as usual and they joked about their horny ghost.

    The next morning, Rafe was the impatient one and while Bernie was doing his last preparations for the day, Rafe was standing in the hallway impatiently tapping his foot to show that he was in a hurry.

    Suddenly, Bernie heard the annoying tapping stop and then in a strange voice he heard Rafe say, “Bernard, come here.”

    He walked out and saw Rafe staring at the balcony.

    “What, did you see something?” he asked.

    “Just come over here for a moment.” Rafe said, still looking odd.

    He walked over to where Rafe stood and Rafe, pointing at the balcony doors said, “What do you see?”

    It took Bernard a few moments but then he saw what Rafe had seen.  The morning sun, blazing in through the doors shone off of the polished floor.  Coming across the room from the door, there was a trail of bare footprints that had been trapped in the wet wax of the day before.

    Bernard crossed to the doors and slid them open.  Fifteen floors up, they had never been equipped with a lock.  He stepped out onto the balcony, Rafe close behind him.

    When they got outside they saw Willie sitting on a chair on the balcony next door, his bare feet resting on the railing and a book in his hands.  He noticed the two men and looked up.

    “Lovely day, isn’t it?” Bernie said.

    “Yeah, I guess so.” Willie replied and then got up and went indoors.

    Bernie and Rafe waited until they heard his door slide shut, then crossed to that side of the balcony.

    There was only a separation of about 4 feet between their balcony and the one next door and when they peered over the edge, they both immediately suffered vertigo.  They almost never used the balcony because it was just too damned high.  Now, as they examined the railing, it was apparent that the natural dust and grime on the rails had been rubbed off, only on the side facing their neighbor.
     
    Bernie held his finger up to his lips and led Rafe indoors.  After they had closed their door, Rafe said, “What should we do?”

    “Let me think for a minute.” Bernie replied.

    “I don’t want to call the police.  He hasn’t stolen anything.  And his poor grandmother, she’ll have a stroke.  The condo association will probably ask her to move………….”

    Bernard, staring out the doors, interrupted by saying, “I have an idea.  Follow me.”

    He and Rafe left the condo just as they would any other day, Bernie making sure to speak loudly enough that any listener in the other condo could overhear them.  After getting into their car, Bernie pulled out of the lot, drove forward for a few blocks, and made a left and then another left.  When he pulled to a stop moments later, their car sat in an unobstructed view of their building.  The two balconies were plainly visible.

    “How long are we going to sit here?” Rafe asked.

    “As long as it takes.” Bernie replied.

    They sat listening to the radio and Rafe leafed through a magazine that had been left in the car.

    After about 45 minutes, Bernie said, “I see signs of life.”

    Rafe dropped his magazine to watch.

    “The door onto his balcony just slid open.” Bernie told him.

    As they sat watching, Willie walked out onto the balcony and stood gazing off in their direction.  They saw him look down, then look around the parking lot below.  After that, he scanned the surrounding streets until he was satisfied.

    He walked over to the side of his balcony and lifted his leg over the railing and then the other one.

    Leaning forward, he grasped the railing on the balcony opposite, stepped over the chasm between them and climbed onto the other side.  Within seconds he had opened their door and disappeared inside.

    “That little fucker must have trained with the Flying Wallendas.” Bernie said.

    “I almost wet my pants just watching him.  What do we do now?”

    “Let’s give him a few minutes to get settled, and then we’ll go and confront him.” Bernie said.

    They waited 20 minutes by the clock before driving back to the lot.  They made sure to park where their car couldn’t be seen from above, then made their way upstairs to their floor.

    Stopping at their door, they both glued their ear to the wooden surface.  No sound came from inside.

    Bernie soundlessly slid the key into the lock and slowly opened the door.  Looking up the hallway, nothing was visible except for a small pile of clothing on the floor in front of the balcony door.

    On silent tiptoes, they glided up the hallway until they were at the bedroom door.  Peering around the edge of the door jamb they found Willie.

    He was on his knees in front of the TV, nude.  He was wearing headphones while watching a porno film on the television and he was bouncing up and down on their largest dildo which was suction cupped to the terrazzo floor.  He still retained the fleshy ass of an adolescent and his rounded ass cheeks quivered as the thick latex column slid in and out of his stretched hole.  From where they stood watching they could see his ass ring slide over the smooth column and engulf the shaft to the base.

    Again holding his finger to his lips, Bernie glided past the doorway and went into the big main room.  He gathered up the pile of clothes and then carried them over and hid them in the cabinet under the sink.

    Returning to where Rafe stood still watching Willie fuck himself, he positioned Rafe between the bedroom and the balcony door and then walked into the bedroom.

    Willie wasn’t even aware of him until he lifted the headphones off of his head and said, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

    He froze in place for a moment, a look of total shock on his face, before lifting himself off of the big dildo impaling his ass.  Bernie could see his hole gape as the toy popped out and he thought, “He’s no stranger to taking things up his ass.”

    Willie quickly got on his feet, edged around Bernie and rushed out of the room.  Bernie couldn’t help but notice the long, thick cock he had been stroking moments before sticking out in front of him.  When Bernie got out into the hallway, Rafe was standing in front of the balcony doors with his arms wide spread, waiting for Willie to come toward him.
     
    They saw Willie look around for his clothes and, not seeing them, he rushed past Bernie toward the hall door.  He stopped when he reached it and turned to look at them.

    “Go ahead,” Bernie said.  “You’re not getting your clothes back and you don’t have a key.  I guess you could go down to the lobby and try to find a maintenance man to let you into your apartment but it might raise some questions.”
     
    Willie stood against the door, unsure what to do.  Bernie and Rafe both became aware that under the baggy clothes the young man had been hiding a hot looking body.  He was well muscled but not overly so, slim and almost hairless except for a small patch over his cock.  His cock and balls were even more interesting.  His softening dick was fat and long over a big low hanging set of hairless balls.  For a young guy, he looked seriously fuckable.

    Like a wild bird trapped indoors, Willie ran around the apartment looking for a way out before finally running back into the bedroom and crouching down, back to a corner and staring wide eyed at the two men.

    “Should I call the police?” Rafe asked.

    “I didn’t do anything.” Willie said.

    “You broke into our home, you went through our belongings.” Bernie said.

    “But I didn’t take anything or anything like that.”

    “And who do you think the police will believe about that?” Bernie asked.  “Rafe, have you seen my missing Rolex?”

    “No, it disappeared about a week ago.” Rafe replied, playing along.

    “Breaking and entering, burglary, I’m sure that’s just the start of what you’ll be charged with.  You’re looking at serious jail time.” Bernie said.

    “And your poor grandmother.  I’m sure she’ll be forced to move out because of you.  I wonder where she’ll go; she’ll probably lose money for a quick sale.” Rafe said.

    Willie sat huddled in the corner on the verge of tears, clutching his bent legs to his chest and looking more and more miserable.

    “What ever possessed you to do something so stupid?” Bernie asked.

    “My grandmother said that you were gay guys and I just wanted to see how gay people lived.  That was all.”

    “And did you discover anything worthwhile?” Rafe asked.

    “Not at all.  Then I noticed your porno films, and then I snooped around and found all of your sex toys and I didn’t think it would hurt to try something.  It just kind of snowballed after that.” Willie said, not looking at them.

    He sat huddled in the corner for a few minutes more until Bernie spoke.

    “Come on, you dumb little asshole, I’ll get your clothes.  Next time, I really will call the police.”

    Willie jumped up with a look of relief.  Up close, his young masculine body was even more attractive.

    “Not so fast.” Rafe said.  “He’s cleaning up after himself, and then he can go.”

    “First,” he said to Willie, “put the DVD away and grab the dildo, then follow me.  And make sure it’s in alphabetical order, this time.”

    Willie shyly did as he was told and followed Rafe out into the kitchen.  At the kitchen sink he handed Willie a bottle of dishwashing liquid and said, “I want that dildo spotless, the way it was when you found it.”

    Willie began to wash the dildo in the sink with his back to the two men.  He really had a superb ass, full and rounded but firm.  The cheeks were perfectly smooth.  Rafe looked at Bernie and shot his eyebrows up while mouthing, “Wow!”

    Recovering himself, Rafe said, “And you beat off on my underwear, you little shit.  If they’re stained, you’re buying me new ones.”

    “I didn’t mean to cum on them.” Willie said.  “And I didn’t know which one of you they belonged to.  I was smelling them while I jerked off and I got too excited and I didn’t want to shoot all over the floor and leave marks.  I’m sorry.”

    Both men were starting to be aroused and hearing about a stranger sniffing their underwear only made matters worse.  Both of them were starting to feel their cock expanding.

    Willie turned around, the big dildo dripping in his hands and Rafe handed him a clean towel.  In the time it had taken to wash the toy, Willie’s cock had started to grow again and stood out straight in front of him.

    He held the dildo out to Rafe and Rafe said, “You know where it belongs.”

    They followed him into the bedroom, his lush ass swaying in front of them and watched him place the dildo back in the drawer.  When he leaned over, his ass cheeks parted enough to expose his hairless crack.

    Instead of heading back out to the other room, Willie sat down on the bed.

    “How long have you two been, like, a couple?” he asked.

    “Since before you were born, probably.” Bernie replied.  “Why?”

    “I was just curious.  I’ve never really met any gay guys before.”  Willie hesitated and then started to speak again.  “The family trouble that grandma told you about, why I’m here?  It’s my stepfather.  He keeps saying I’m gay and giving me a bunch of shit.  He finally smacked me around one night when he caught me jerking off.  He said he wasn’t going to have a faggot in his house.”

    Bernie and Rafe listened and then Rafe said, “Are you gay?”

    “I don’t know, that’s what’s so fucked up.  I know I’d rather look at guys than girls but I’ve never done anything with one.”  He blushed as he said, “You saw when you came in, I like things up my ass.  I’ve been doing that for a while now.”

    “I wondered.” Bernie replied.  “It took both of us a lot of tries to get that particular dildo up our holes.  You were riding it like a champ.”

    Willie smiled and then chuckled.

    “I’ve been using it just about every day while you weren’t home.” he said.  “I’m pretty used to it by now.”

    Both men noticed that Willie’s cock had grown entirely hard and was standing up from his crotch.  It was a nice eight inch piece of meat, fairly thick and had a fat head.  It looked even bigger on his slim body.  Both men reacted by growing full fledged hard cocks of their own.

    Willie, looking at the growing bulges in each crotch, wrapped his hand around his cock shaft and asked, “Do you guys only have sex with each other?”

    “And why would you ask that?” Rafe asked, not making it easy for him.

    “I’ve never done anything with another guy, I just wondered.” Willie said.

    “Do you want to?   Have sex with another guy?” Bernie asked.

    Willie looked down at his cock and said, “I do with you guys.  You could teach me everything and I know you wouldn’t hurt me or anything.  I get real turned on thinking about the two of you right next door fucking each other.”

    It wasn’t the first time that they’d been offered a three way or participated in one.  Bernie looked at Rafe, who slightly nodded his head.  He began to unbutton his shirt.

    “If you don’t like it or you get freaked out about it, you have to tell us.  There’s no obligation.” Bernie said.

    Willie was watching the two of them remove their clothing and he said, “I won’t get freaked out.  Look at how hard my cock is.”

    It looked even bigger and thicker than it had before.

    “That’s a really sweet piece of meat; I’m surprised somebody hasn’t jumped on it before now.” Rafe said.

    “I guess I’m just not the type to get jumped.” Willie said.

    By now, both men were nude and stood before Willie with hard cocks upright.  The hours at the gym had definitely reaped results.  Even in middle age they both were sinewy and muscular, the muscles of their chests and abdomen taut and visible.  They both had full biceps and thick forearms.  Willie couldn’t see right then but they both also had sculptured asses, full and rounded and plump.  Bernie was somewhat hairy, a thick carpet covering his chest and stomach.  Rafe was only lightly hairy, a trimmed patch of wiry hair above his cock and little else.  Both of them had thick eight inch cocks that showed a tracery of veins over the surface and Rafe had a fat cock head that was wider than his shaft.

    Willie literally stared at them open mouthed and then he said, “Damn, you two look like porn stars.”

    “That’s a valuable compliment coming from someone as young and hot as you.” Bernie said.  “Now, what did you have in mind?”

    Willie slid off of the bed and came to stand in front of them.  He shyly reached out and wrapped his hand around Bernie’s stiff cock and then Rafe’s.

    “They feel really hot.” he said, “And they feel heavy.  And really hard, but soft, too.”  He stroked both cocks while looking at them, getting used to the feel of them.  Then, he gracefully lowered himself to his knees in front of them.
     
    Rafe remembered his first time kneeling in front of a man and how it had almost felt holy.  The big hard cock in front of him had been something he’d wanted all of his life and now it was his to do with as he pleased.  It was one of his fondest memories.

    Willie, grasping the shaft of each cock, brought his face close to them and inhaled the male aroma.  Bernie could see his cock buck with excitement.

    He stuck out his tongue and licked the broad head of Rafe’s cock, then did the same to Bernie’s.  After that, he opened his mouth and closed it around Rafe’s fat cock helmet.  He held it in his mouth for a moment, his tongue exploring the surface and then he drew it into the back of his throat, his lips sliding down the shaft.  After a few minutes, he drew back and took Bernie’s cock into his mouth and explored it the same way.  Spit was running down his chin as he devoured the meat.

    Finally, he looked up at the two men and said, “Am I doing it right?”

    “Like a natural born cocksucker.” Rafe said.

    Willie chuckled and then he said, “They taste better than I imagined.  And it’s really neat the way they fit perfectly in a guy’s mouth, like they were made to.”

    He went back to sucking on Rafe’s fat head while stroking Bernie’s dick in his hand.

    After a few more minutes of sampling the taste of each cock, Willie looked up at them again and asked, “Do you guys want to fuck me?”

    “Is that something you’d like?” Bernie asked.

    “Oh, yeah!” Willie said.  “I really like sucking your cocks but I really want to try getting fucked.  I want to know what it feels like to have a real cock in my hole.”

    They lifted Willie to his feet and wrapped their arms around him so that he stood facing the two of them.

    Bernie and Rafe both lowered their hands to massage and play with his plump ass cheeks and they both began to finger his hot hole at the same time.  Bernie sank a finger into the still lubed pucker and Willie let out a sigh and said, “Damn, that feels so good.”

    Rafe broke away from the other two and lay down on the bed, his head toward the foot.

    “Climb on top of me, Willie, and suck my cock while I suck yours and Bernie will fuck your ass.” he said.

    Willie quickly did as instructed, lying on top of Rafe while perched on his knees with the big cock lodged as far down his throat as he could get it.  His big balls rested against Rafe’s nose, who could look up between his spread cheeks at his tiny reddened hole.

    While Rafe and Willie sucked each other’s hard dick, Bernie climbed on the bed between Willie’s calves.

     The meaty young ass stood stretched open in front of him and the tight little hole pulsed with the pleasure his cock was receiving.  Hairless and pink, the deep crack glistened invitingly.  It made Bernie’s cock throb to think that his would be the first cock to penetrate the perfect opening.  There was a thick coating of lube still around the hole from when the dildo had been up there and Bernie used the head of his cock to swipe up and down in the crack and get his dick good and coated with grease.

    Bernie watched from above and Rafe watched from below as the fat cock head pressed against the tiny pucker and began to stretch it open.  Willie was devouring Rafe’s cock, his head flying up and down as he tried to force more meat down his throat.  With very little effort, Bernie’s fat cock popped through the tight ass ring and began to disappear into Willie’s hole.  He was moaning around the stiff cock in his mouth.
     
    In no time at all, all 8 fat inches were lodged deep inside of Willie’s ass.  Willie was squirming with pleasure.

    Rafe watched from below as Bernie began to withdraw and thrust back into the hole in short strokes and he could feel Willie’s tongue squirming over his hard cock while thrusting more of his dick down Rafe’s throat.

    Bernie’s strokes became longer and deeper and Willie rocked his hips back, meeting each thrust.  Rafe freed the cock in his mouth so that he could concentrate on watching the virgin hole get plowed and Willie also stopped sucking, instead burying his face in Rafe’s meaty ball sack.

    Bernie got up onto his feet with his legs bent so that he could slam fuck the hot hole.  Rafe could see his big cock sliding in and out of Willie’s ass and at the same time he had a view of Bernie’s tightly puckered ass hole between his spread cheeks.  It was better than any porn movie he’d ever seen.

    He watched as Bernie’s tempo increased and his hairy hole began to tighten and relax each time he thrust his cock into Willie’s guts.  It wasn’t long until Rafe saw the hole tighten as Bernie buried the full length of his cock in the tight hole and his balls rose and began to buck as the fluid in them emptied into Willie’s fuck chute.  After several bucks, they began to relax and move down into the normal position in the sack.

    “Somebody just got their first load of cum up their ass.” Rafe said.

    “Man, that felt so good I never wanted it to stop.” Willie said.  He stroked Rafe’s stiff cock beside his face and then said, “You’re going to fuck me too, aren’t you?”

    “I’d never turn down sloppy seconds on a hole that Bernie has just filled.” Rafe replied.

    He watched as Bernie slowly backed his shrinking cock out of the clutching hole and when the head popped free, he could see Willie’s hole relaxed and open for more fucking.  He slid sideways and took Bernie’s place in front of the delicious looking ass.

    Between the spit still on his cock and the mixture of lube and cum in Willie’s ass, no more lube was needed.  He placed his fat cock head against the stretched hole and began to apply pressure to sink it in.

    “Goddamn, I thought I was pretty open but the big head on that thing is stretching me even more.” Willie said.

    “Should I stop?” Rafe asked.

    “Not unless you want me to kill you.” Willie said.  “It only hurts a little but it feels really good every other way.”

    Just at that moment, the ring relaxed and admitted the fat head into Willie’s ass.

    “Oh, damn, shove that fat meat up me.” Willie said.

    Rafe complied, easing more and more of his shaft into Willie’s hot hole.  When his pubic hairs rested against Willie’s smooth ass cheeks, he moved his hips back and forth and up and down, stroking the sensitive walls of Willie’s ass.  He squirmed and wiggled his hips in response.

    “Whatever you’re doing up there, it feels fabulous.” Willie said.  “Keep it up.”

    Rafe began to give him one of the special fucks he was noted for.  With each thrust, he corkscrewed his hips so that his huge cock head hit in a different spot, poking the sensitive tissues in a new place each time.  The tight passage puckered around his shaft and squeezed his fat cock head, making it even more enjoyable for him.
       
    Bernie lay beside the two of them and played with Willie’s big stiff cock and his swollen balls.  He knew what a great fucker Rafe was.  Willie wasn’t going to forget this fuck and it was going to set the bar high for the next one in the saddle.

    Willie lay with his head on the bed and his ass in the air, eyes closed and softly moaning as the big dick slid in and out and around the walls of his ass.  Bernie could tell each time that Rafe’s cock poked Willie’s prostate by the way his cock bucked and hardened with pleasure.

    Before too long, both Rafe and Willie were panting.  Bernie could tell that Rafe was almost ready to cum.

    He snaked his hand up between Rafe’s legs and massaged his tight ass hole and slipped the tip of his finger into the tight ring.  That was more than Rafe could take and his hole clamped tight around the invading finger as his balls began to shoot their load.

    Willie could feel the hot juice as it squirted into his ass, soothing the sensitive walls which had just taken such a beating.  With each spurt of cum, Rafe’s cock swelled and shrank.
     
    When his balls were drained, Rafe gently slid the still swollen cock out of the tight hole until it popped free, and then he fell onto the bed on the opposite side of Willie.

    “Wow, that was a thousand times better than any dildo.” Willie said.  “Now I see why guys love having other guys fuck them.”

    “You’re going to find out what it’s like to fuck a guy’s ass, too.  Two asses, as matter of fact, but you’re going to have to let two old guys rest up before we do that.”

    Willie rolled over between them so that they were all lying on their backs.  His cock was so stiff that it arched over his abdomen.  Rafe grasped the fat shaft and said, “We do have enough energy to take care of this, though.”

    He and Bernie moved down on the bed and as Rafe began sucking the velvety cock head, Bernie began to lick and suck the big hairless balls.

    Willie arched his back and said, “That feels fantastic, too.  I’ve never had a mouth on my cock.”

    Bernie and Rafe traded back and forth, now one sucking his cock and then the other.  Sometimes they licked his balls, other times they licked the stiff shaft but they were careful to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

    Finally, Willie was almost whimpering and saying, “Please let me cum.”

    Both men clapped their mouths around his hot cock head and massaged it with their tongues.  The intensity of the built up feeling became too much to bear and hot sweet juice began to squirt out of Willie’s piss slit into their sucking mouths.  They traded the sweet cum back and forth with their tongues, Willie gasping and squirming with the intensity of sensation.  With their lips glued together around the spurting head, they devoured every drop of cum that Willie’s balls could produce.

    When the flow slackened, the two men raised their heads and smiled at each other.

    “That was a tasty virgin load from your first blow job, Willie Boy.  I’m glad that we shared it.” Bernie said.

    “You fuckers nearly killed me.  I thought the top of my head was going to blow off.”

    “So, you liked it, huh?” Rafe said.

    “You bastards, jerking off is never going to make it after this.”

    Rafe looked at Bernie, cum still rolling down his chin and he said, “He liked it.”

    They all three lay recovering their breath until finally Rafe said, “We still have time to open the store for a half day.  Everybody up.”

    He went into the kitchen and retrieved Willie’s clothes from where they’d been hidden and carried them into the bedroom.  They watched as he dressed.  He seemed somewhat somber, almost sad.

    “Are you sorry about what we just did?” Bernie asked.

    “Hell, no.” Willie said.  He hesitated a moment, looking down at his feet and then said, “Do you think we can do it again?”

    “What, you think we’re crazy?  How often do old farts like us get a chance to sexually molest a hot young guy with a big dick who lives right next door?  Of course we can do it again, any time you want.  There are still some things you haven’t tried, remember?”

    Willie shyly smiled and said, “I’ll let you get to work, then.  I’ve made enough trouble for you.”

    “Just one thing, young man.” Rafe said.

    He got up and went out of the room, then came back.  Extending his hand to Willie he said, “No more acrobatics on the balcony, I almost had a heart attack watching you climbing around this morning.  The key on the fob is to our front door.  You can come and go as you please while we’re not here, play with the toys and watch porn, just no climbing over the balcony.  The other key is to your grandmother’s.  She gave it to us to keep for emergencies and I guess this qualifies.  Slip it under our door after you let yourself in next door.  And clean up after yourself when you’re here or I’ll slug you.”

    *          *          *          *          *          *

    Early the next Sunday morning, Bernie and Rafe were sound asleep when Bernie was awakened by movement on the bed.  He looked down at the foot and he could see a shape crawling up between them under the covers.

    “There’s a creature in our bed.” he said to Rafe who had also awakened.

    “What kind of beast is it?” Rafe said, looking at the moving lump.

    “I don’t know but it’s playing with my dick” Bernie said.

    “Oh, my.  It just started sucking on MY dick.” Rafe said.

    “Now it’s sucking on my dick.  Should we scream and call for help?”

    “Let’s wait and see what it does next.” Rafe said.

    The lump squirmed up the bed and Willie’s head popped out from under the covers between them.

    “My grandma got called in to cover for another volunteer at the hospital.” Willie said.  “So, I thought I’d come over here.”

    “And take sexual advantage of two helpless old men, no doubt.” Bernie said.

    “That was what I had in mind.” Willie said.

    “Well, I have to pee before I even think of doing anything else.” Bernie replied.

    He slid out of bed and went to the bathroom, then came back to the bedroom.  Willie was lying on his back in the center of the bed, his big beautiful cock stiff against his abdomen.  Rafe was between his legs, holding them in the air with his face buried in Willie’s ass.  Bernie could see his tongue probing the tight little hole as Willie squirmed in ecstasy.

    “I’ll go make some coffee.” he said.  “And don’t eat all of that.  When I come back I want some.”

  • Graduation Gift

    For most seniors in college, your final semester is supposed to be a breeze but for me, it’d been a busy one! After failing a Senior Seminar class in the Fall, I’d been forced to add it to my final semester course load. I’d been taking 18 credit hours this Spring, on top of working and applying to jobs. Truthfully, I’d expected the worst entering this semester – the worst meaning that I’d fail a class, I’d lose my part time job and not get hired anywhere. God luckily had other plans, as at the end of April, I was cleared for Graduation by my academic advisor and I was offered a job at a Marketing firm!

    I was over the moon with excitement! The past four months had been hell, but I’d somehow pulled off the impossible. I quickly decided that I needed to celebrate. My uncle owned a resort in Panama City and always ensured that if I ever needed a room, he’d hook me up. Outside of gas and food, I wouldn’t have to cover any of the costs associated with the trip so it wouldn’t be an issue.

    I decided to contact all of my line-brothers and see if they were interested in going, but the three of them couldn’t get cleared for vacation from their jobs on such short notice so they were a no-go. I was bummed for a moment, but then I decided to go ahead and invite a fraternity brother that attended a different school in my city,

    I reached out to my sandz at a few minutes across town at Wilton State, Malcolm (we’d both crossed during the same season and year) to see if he was interested and he quickly agreed to come. Malcolm was also Gay, so I was instantly excited as I wouldn’t have to shrink myself to fit in with my straight line-brothers for the weekend.

    He suggested that we also invite one of his neophytes Kory, who was also Gay. I remembered him from an overnight visit to see their new boys during their pledge process and I’d liked him, so I was down! I tried to think about other Gay Greeks to possibly invite, but outside of Dalvin (who I was no longer on speaking terms with), no one came to mind so I decided that Malcolm and Kory would be enough.

    I called my uncle, handled all of the reservations and we were set to go! Since we were in Atlanta, we were only a few hours away from the beach and I couldn’t wait to relax on the beach.


    Malcolm and Kory met me at my apartment to load their luggage in my car Friday afternoon. Upon meeting Kory, I gripped him up to make sure he was frat (which I already knew, but I wanted to fuck with him) and we got through the pleasantries really quickly. It didn’t take me long to decide that I really liked Kory. I was glad that Malcolm had invited him.

    We quickly packed up my car with our belongings and we were driving down I-85 towards Florida in no time. On the ride there, we listened to music and talked about our goals for the weekend.

    “What made you want to go on this trip, Amare?” Kory asked me from the backseat.

    “Simple: Celebrate this upcoming graduation, and hopefully get some dick!” I said, laughing. Malcolm and Kory laughed in return.

    “I hear that! You still ain’t had no dick since Dalvin?” Malcolm asked me, making me cringe for a second.

    “No, I haven’t but I’m going to get some before the end of this weekend!” I said, instantly deflecting. Malcolm was one of the few people that knew about my situation with Dalvin and I didn’t want to talk about it.

    “Yes friend! Hell, I’m going to make sure I get some too! I’m sure that Kory will be looking for some as well.” Malcolm said. Kory laughed at Malcolm’s statement.

    I simply laughed as I continued to drive. Just based on the conversation, I knew this weekend would be a good one.

    When we arrived, we all immediately made our way to the check in desk. Upon walking in, I immediately saw an older man standing in the foyer, looking amazing. He was wearing a tank top and some board shorts with a back pack slung over his shoulder. His skin was the color of chocolate and he was about 6’ 2″ with a nice, muscular physique. He had a bald head (that was covered by a hat) and his aura was just so amazing. He looked old enough to be my daddy, but I didn’t care. I jokingly told myself that before the weekend, I’d be getting dicked down by him.

     “Look at that man!” I whispered to Kory who was walking beside me.

    “He’s definitely a daddy!” Kory whispered in return as Malcolm walked up behind us.

    “What are you two sluts whispering about?” Malcolm said as he caught up with us.

    “That fine, handsome ass man we just passed!” I said as I opened the door to the lobby.

    “Oh, him? He was definitely fine!” Malcolm said as we walked through the lobby. I could see my uncle seated at the check in desk. When he saw me, he immediately dropped what he was doing.

    “Uncle Gilbert!” I yelled as he raced from around the desk.

    “Amare! It’s so good to see you!” he said, hugging me tightly. We hugged for a brief moment, and we immediately caught up. He told us that he’d given us the Presidential Suite of the resort, which came as a surprise to me! He told me that he’d give us a free room, I didn’t expect him to give us the BEST room he had to offer!

    “Uncle Gilbert, I wasn’t expecting this!” I said, absolutely shocked as he handed Malcolm, Kory and I the key cards to our suite.

    “You’re welcome, nephew! A couple rented it and backed out due to a family emergency, but they paid a non-refundable deposit so the room would have gone to waste. You’ve worked hard this semester and these past four years, so you deserve it!” my uncle said, bringing me in for a hug.

    “I appreciate it, I really do, unc!” I said as he released me from the hug.

    “Thank you, sir…we appreciate it as well!” Malcolm and Kory said behind me as they smiled. My uncle smiled in return.

    “Of course! You guys are my nephew’s friends, so you’re good in my book. You all had a long drive here, so go get rested! Your room is on the 10th floor, please go get comfortable while I talk to your friend for a bit!” my uncle said, throwing me for a loop.

    “Alright! See you soon, Amare!” Malcolm said as he and Kory turned and headed towards the elevators. When they were out of earshot and entered the elevator, my uncle began to interrogate me.

    “So, are either of them the lucky guy in your life that you told me about a few months ago?” My uncle Gilbert asked me. I instantly turned red. I should have seen this coming, as my uncle was the only family that supported me living in my truth as a Gay man. He and his partner Mike owned this resort and had been married since Gay marriage was legalized in 2016, but they’d been together for 15 years so they were living evidence that Gay men could sustain relationships.

    “No, these are just my fraternity brothers. Me and that guy I told you about, we’re not talking anymore.” I said, trying to maintain a smile.

    “Aw, what happened, you seemed to really like him!” my uncle said, leaning against the check-in desk.

    “Well, back in December, I gave him an ultimatum to either choose being with me or being in the closet. I know it wasn’t the mature thing to do, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see if I were important to him and he chose staying in the closet.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

    “Oh wow…what was his name again?” my uncle asked.

    “His name was Dalvin. We’re cordial now, but it still sucks. I’m getting over it.” I said, trying to not get down. My uncle sensed the switch in my mood and changed the subject.

    “Well, he definitely missed out on a prize! Don’t worry about him, nephew! There are many fine young men your age running around here so hell, while you’re here, get into some SAFE fun and enjoy your friends!” my uncle said, smiling as he tried to cheer me up.

    “Aw, thank you uncle! I haven’t thought about Dalvin in a minute, and now’s not the time for that. I’m going to go upstairs and get checked in!” I said as I gave him a quick hug and turned around to head to the elevator.

    As I approached the elevator, I saw that the man from the foyer was standing at the elevator. When he looked up from his phone, he smiled at me and extended his hand.

    “My name is Miles. What’s your name?” he asked, which took me aback for a second. He was clearly extremely forward.

    “Amare, it’s nice to meet you.” I said, shaking his hand.

    “Nice to meet you as well, Amare.” Miles said as the elevator opened. We both entered the elevator. He pressed the “8” button and asked me which floor I was on.

    “I’m on the 10th floor.” I said as he pressed it.

    “You must have a lot of money to be on the 10th floor.” Miles said, smiling. I smiled as he said it. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like he was flirting with me.

    “No, I just happen to know the right people.” I said slyly as the elevator slowly began to raise.

    “Ah, that’s fine too. Here with friends for the weekend?” He asked as he smiled at me.

    “Yeah, I’m here with two of my fraternity brothers.” I said.

    “Ah, that’s great. I saw all of your Sigma paraphernalia so I figured. I remember road-tripping with frat back in the day!” he said as the elevator opened.

    “Wait, what fraternity are you apart of?” I asked him as he began to walk out.

    “I’m a member of the oldest and coldest fraternity there is.” He said, turning around to wink at me. I instantly rolled my eyes as laughed.

    “Alright, Mr. Alpha. I’ll see you around.” I joked.

    “Okay, Mr. Sigma. I caught you staring at me earlier and I wanted to tell you that you’re also sexy.” Miles said, turning left and walking down the hall before I could say anything! I blushed, realizing that he’d heard me talking about him to Malcolm and Kory! I smiled to myself as the elevator doors shut and continued to rise to the 10th floor.

    When the elevator doors opened a few seconds later, my jaw dropped! The Presidential Suite was clearly the Presidential Floor, as there was only one room at the end of the hallway! I smiled as I rushed down the hall with my luggage in tow! When I reached the doorway, I could hear Malcolm and Kory talking amongst themselves. I swiped my keycard and opened the door to see the both of them staring in the mirror, only in their underwear.

    “About time! What took you so long?!” Malcolm said as he coated his body in sunscreen.

    “Nothing, my uncle just wanted to interrogate me. He thought one of y’all were my boyfriend!” I said as I walked around the room.

    “Really?! He’s cool with you being gay?” Kory said as he looked at me over his shoulder.

    “Yeah, he’s Gay as well and has a partner. He’s dope!! So what do y’all want to do? I was thinking we could get massages downstairs, they also provide free drinks while you get the massage!” I said as I placed my luggage on the king size bed that faced the window.

    “Ooh! A massage sounds nice, but while you were making pleasantries, we already made plans!” Kory said, which made me raise my eyebrows.

    “What plans?! Y’all have only been up here 10 minutes!” I said, taken aback.

    “Try 20 minutes, sandz! While you were downstairs chatting, we were on Jack’d, scouting the area for potential men to hook-up with and we’re going to be…busy hooking up. Getting prepared for that…if you know what I mean.” Malcolm said, winking in my direction as I rolled my eyes.

    “So, I set up this weekend getaway to celebrate me not failing out my senior year of college and y’all couldn’t wait 20 minutes before y’all secured some dick for the night?” I said, faking my disgust as Kory looked over himself in the mirror.

    “Aw, sorry frat! Listen, you need to be trying to do the same! Get yourself cleaned up and get some dick tonight because listen…tomorrow, we’re hitting up ALL the buffets. Gotta get dick while you can!” Kory said, which made Malcolm laugh. The two of the laughed in unison and gave each other high fives.

    I found myself laughing as I quietly agreed with them. We’d talked on the way here about this being a getaway and wanting to have sex while we were here…maybe I needed to match their energy.

    I began to go through my luggage, laying out outfits and searching for the enema that I’d brought. I needed to get cute and cleaned up if I was going to get any tonight.


    It was around 6PM, and I was walking around the resort in a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. Kory and Malcolm were out at the beach, enjoying the sun-set before their hookups but I wasn’t really feeling it so I opted to go sit at the patio’s bar and grab a drink.

    As I approached the bar, I saw one person talking to the bartender. I quickly recognized it as the Miles from earlier. From afar, I could tell that he was fine as hell but as I got even closer, I felt my dick begin to wake up. 

    I’d only been here a few hours but we’d run into each other now three times. I’m not complaining because he was handsome as hell but damn…I decided to take my chances and I chose to sit next to him.

    Without me asking, he ordered me a Rum and Coke and the bartender began to make it. This made me raise an eyebrow.

    “How do you even know that I’m old enough to drink?” I asked him.

    “If you weren’t old enough, you would have stopped me, youngin.” He said, smiling. This man had a crazy energy about him.

    “Okay, you got me. So, what bring you here?” I asked him, trying to make conversation.

    “Just getting away from the stress of life. Just here trying to have some fun for tonight. This is my last night here.” Miles said.

    “Where are you visiting from?” I asked him.

    “I’m from Dallas, you?” he asked in return.

    “I’m from Atlanta, I’m only here for the weekend. How long have you been here?” I asked him as the bartender brought me my drink.

    “I’ve been here for three days. Visiting my son, he lives with his mom and he’s a freshman at the local community college here.” Miles said as he took a sip out of his drink. Hearing him reference that he had a son instantly made me feel bad – I’d been fantasizing about having this older man jump my bones and he was probably old enough to be my daddy! I didn’t know what to say, so I took a sip of my drink.

    “Haha, you young guys always see me and approach me. When I mention that I have a son, y’all end up speechless. It’s cool.” Miles said as he took another sip from his drink.

    I sat there, stunned. I hadn’t made it obvious that I wanted to hook-up with him, but he clearly knew what I wanted and he’d called me out.

    “Listen, it’s not that.” I said.

    “What’s it like then?” Miles asked, turning to look me directly in my eyes. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to be honest.

    “Yeah, I’m shocked to know that you have a son that’s close to my age but truthfully that doesn’t mean anything to me.” I said, downing the rest of my drink. Miles raised an eyebrow as he smiled.

    “Oh really?” Are we going to do anything before I leave then?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

    “It depends on if you can handle me.” I said, smirking as I scooted closer to him, out arms now touching.

    “Let’s go somewhere more private then.” Miles said, as he got off to the bar stool. I did the same, placing my drink down as he left a cash tip for the bartender.

    “I can’t believe this is happening” I thought to myself as I proceeded to follow Miles around the patio’s pool, past the kids play-area and onto a path leading to the resort. We re-entered the main lobby and out of the corner, I could see my uncle and his partner engaged in a dispute with a customer. I walked quickly, not wanting my uncle to see me following this older man. I didn’t want him in my sex life.

    We made our way to the elevator and we stood on opposite sides of it, as a sexual tension filled the void between us. I could see a bulge beginning to form in his shorts as the elevator ascended to the 8th floor. In no time, we were at his room. As he opened the door, he looked at me, smiled again, and hand gestured me inside.

    It felt odd that no words were exchanged between us, but a tingle ran down my spine as I stepped past him into his suite. It wasn’t the presidential suite, but it was a nice king-sized room.

    “Welcome.” Miles said, stepping out of his board shorts and removing his tank top, leaving him standing in just a pair of underwear.

    “This isn’t bad.” I said as Miles walked over to the desk. He grabbed the “Do Not Disturb” door-hanger and walked past me to the exit, opening the door slightly to hang it on the outside of his room so guests and staff knew not to enter. This made my knees buckle slightly, as I knew we were about to get it in.

    Miles was now standing right behind me. Without warning, his strong arms then wrapped around me pulling our bodies together in a tight embrace. I nearly melted as the warmth from his bare chest and arms melted into my small, petite frame.

    “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered in my ear.

    “Fuck…. yes!” I moaned as he leaned down and inserted his tongue into my ear. I wasn’t expecting him to move so quickly!

    With that, Miles began to grind his hips forward, which resulted in me feeling his dick press against my backside. It took me a moment to realize it, but he was naked! I was shocked as I realized he must have removed his briefs when he closed the door. I moaned as his semi hard dick rubbed up against my ass.

    He began to plant kisses on my neck as I decided to follow his lead. Not one to waste time, I decided to get naked myself. As he continued to grind against me, I slipped my hands into the waistband of my shorts and lowered them to mid-thigh. As I did that, Miles’s dick found its way into the crack of my ass.

    “You feel that, baby?” he asked as he humped me from behind in a slow, sensual motion.

    “Yes!” I said as I felt him gripping my tiny waist.

    I could feel his dick begin to respond as he slowly humped me from behind. Judging by what I felt behind me, I could tell he had a thick and long dick. He then moved his hands to my hips and began to lick me, starting in the nape of my neck and moving slowly, seductively down my back, making my knees buckle. Miles was clearly experienced in the art of foreplay. When his tongue reached the tip of my ass crack, he pulled away and knelt down. He then grabbed at my shorts and helped me step out of them.

    “There’s nothing I love more than set of yellow cakes,” he said as he held each cheek in one hand. I felt myself blushing. I was a small, petite guy so hearing him praise my small curvy ass felt good.

    “Thank you.” I moaned as his strong hands rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks. I then felt his fingers pry my cheeks open.

    “You’re welcome. You have a pretty pink hole,” Miles said, which made me smile.

    “I’m glad you like—oooooh shit!” I blurted out as his tongue drove right into my puckered hole. Miles attacked my asshole with his tongue with no warning, making my knees buckle once again. I maintained my balance as he began to eat me out aggressively.

    “Oh, shit! Eat that ass,” I yelled as I reached back and pushed his head further into my ass. I moaned in pleasure as Miles sucked, slurped, and tongued my hole down, preparing me for that dick.

    “Mmmmm….Mmmmmm……Mmmmm,” he moaned as he feasted on my asshole.

    When I was good and wet, he removed his tongue and he pushed a finger up inside me, which felt amazing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had anything up my ass.

    “Oh fuck,” I gasped.

    “Oh yeah, this ass is ready,” Miles said mischievously as he twisted his finger and probed up inside me.

    “I want the real thing!” I whined as I pushed my ass back on his thick finger.

    “Chill, you’re going to get it soon. I’m just making sure you’re all the way open.” Miles said as he inserted another finger into my asshole. My dick was now standing at full attention as Miles loosened my hole. For the next several minutes Miles used his fingers and tongue to lube me up good. I was almost on the verge of cumming when he suddenly pulled away.

    “Let’s get on the bed and do this shit.” Miles said, standing up and slapping me on the ass as he walked to the bed.

    I walked over to the bed as Miles fumbled for something in a duffle bag that sat beside his bed. I saw him pull out a box of Trojan condoms, which made my asshole twitch.

    “I’m about to get the best dick of my young life.” I thought to myself as I watched Miles roll a condom down the length of his dick. I smiled in anticipation as Miles looked up at me. Miles was extremely blessed in the dick department and that made me both excited and nervous. He began to walk up to the edge of the bed, which made his dick sway with each step. It had to be eleven inches or so.

    “Damn, Daddy!” I exclaimed as he approached the bed.

    “Don’t call me Daddy, I have a son, remember? But actually…never mind, I’ll have you screaming Daddy before I’m done with your young, sexy self!” Miles said.

    “Whatever! Prove it.” I said as I scooted back up on the bed, waiting for him to make a move. Miles knelt up on the end of the bed and applied some lube to his dick.

    Miles then scooted up closer as I lay there on my back before him. He poured some lube in his hand then reached between my legs. As he did, I grabbed the underside of my knees and pulled my legs up and back, raising my ass. Miles then helped me place a pillow under my backside more fully exposing my ass to him.

    “Yeah, put raise that ass.” Miles said. I could sense that he was smiling.

    He poured some lube directly into the crack of my ass. The lube was warming lubricant, so I felt my hole began to tingle. Miles then inserted two fingers into me, making sure I was fully lubricated and ready to get fucked. In my head, I quietly thanked God that Kory and Malcolm had suggested that I get cleaned up and prepared in case I found some dick before the end of the evening.

    Once Miles decided that I was ready, he removed his fingers and I felt him press his body against me, with his dick pointing directly at the entrance of my asshole.

    Miles then leaned forward, and I spread my legs as he lay on top of me. While still playing with my ass he pressed his lips to mine. As we kissed passionately, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

    “You ready, baby?” he asked as our foreheads met and his lust filled brown eyes stared into mine.

    “Yes,” I told him, raising my face to kiss him once again.

    Miles stared into my eyes as I felt the bulbous head of his dick poke at my entrance. I closed my eyes as he entered me with just the tip.

    “Fuck!” I softly moaned as I felt his dick slowly sliding into me.

    “Relax, Amare. Relax,” he said as he pushed in another inch or so into me.

    “Oh, shit,” I moaned.

    Miles pushed in further. My ass was stretching to accommodate his thick dick. In a few seconds, he finally managed to get his entire dick in me, leaving me feeling full.

    “Dammit, Miles! You all the way in there!” I moaned as my hole spasmed on the base of his dick. I could feel his pubic hairs brushing up against my ass.

    “Hell yeah, this shit feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, leaning down and resting his forehead on top of mine as our lips connected again.

    As our lips locked together, Miles’s hands cupped my ass cheeks. He then began to pump in and out of me, which felt amazing. This was my first time sleeping with an older man and he was turning me the fuck OUT. Miles rotated his hips as we both moaned in-between kisses.

    I felt so full as Miles’ dick filled up every inch of my asshole. I accidentally gripped the base of Miles’ dick again, which sent him off.

    “Oh, yeah! Grip that dick, baby!” Miles said as he pulled back from our kiss. I listened to Miles asked as he continued grinding into me, giving the kind of dick that clearly only came with years of experience.

    As we continued to fuck, Miles’ thrusts increased in pace, letting me know that he was approaching his orgasm. His dick was driving me crazy, as he had my dick standing at full attention between our torsos.

    As he fucked me hard, he leaned down again so we could kiss again. He lowered his body to me, so I could feel his entire muscle mass on top of me as he gave me every inch of his dick.

    I squirmed under his body as he began to pick up the tempo. His hands slithered beneath me and came around to cup my ass cheeks. Miles buried his tongue into my neck, which drove me wild!

    He held onto my ass firmly as he continued to pound away. As Miles fucked me with reckless abandon, I felt an orgasm building deep within me. I began to pant and moan uncontrollably as he fucked me – it was as if he was approaching the point of no return. Hell, I was approaching that point too!

    “Oh, fuck yes!” I exclaimed as Miles’ thighs violently connected with my ass each time he thrust into me. “Fuck me, daddy! I’m about to cum!” I found myself yelling as I began to shoot ropes of cum from my dick onto my own chest! MY asshole gripped his dick as I shot my load.

    “Fuck, I’m about to cum!!!!!” Miles yelled abruptly as he suddenly jammed inside me. I felt his dick explode into the condom, Miles’ body jerked as he orgasmed. I could literally feel his dick jumping in me as he unloaded.

    When Miles was finally done, I felt him withdraw his dick from me, followed by him rolling over and laying on his back beside me. We were both spent, as we fought to catch our breath. This older man had just showed me what good sex really was.

    For a minute, I laid there, overwhelmed with what I’d just experienced. I’d never had anyone fuck me like that, it literally left my mind blank. I was trying to organize my thoughts when Miles rolled over, grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards his so we could kiss.

    We made out for a minute before he released me chin and he smiled.

    “So, that was amazing….” Miles said as he broke off that kiss.

    “That it was.” I quickly agreed. Miles smiled at me for a second and laughed. I turned around and I looked at the time on his alarm clock – it was now 9PM. I wondered what Kory and Malcolm were up to. I couldn’t speak for Kory, but I knew Malcolm well enough to know that he was either up in someone’s ass, or someone was up in his. I figured they were preoccupied, so I decided to just wait until I saw them in the morning. I rolled over to face Miles and he began to speak.

    “So, I don’t check out until 8AM. You want to chill here for tonight? You’re open to sleep here unless your two fraternity brothers are going to come looking for you.” Miles said, which made me laugh.

    “Nah, they’ll be fine. They’re probably out doing the same thing as me. I’ll sleep here.” I said, scooting towards Miles. Since this was going to be a one-time thing, I wanted to enjoy the little time we had left together.

    Miles then rolled over and laid out on his back. I snuggled up next to him. Miles reached an arm around me and pulled me in closer. I laid my head on his massive chest and drifted off to sleep.


    The next morning, Miles woke up early to pack up his belongings. I looked over to the end table and I saw that it was 7:40AM. I knew that I had to be at breakfast with Malcolm and Kory in 20 minutes. With that, I quickly found my clothes (which were by the door), put them on and I said a quick goodbye to Miles. I admit, I wanted to exchange numbers with him and keep in-touch, but I knew that we’d never see each other again so it didn’t make sense to me.

    As I walked to the elevator, I checked my phone and surprisingly, I didn’t have any missed calls or texts from Malcolm.

    “I could be dead in a ditch and Malcolm wouldn’t even know!” I joked as I pressed the up button. I stepped in and in no time, I was back on the 10th floor. I approached the Presidential Suite, swiped my key card and I tried to sneak in (hoping that Malcolm and Kory wouldn’t hear my entrance). I was shocked to see that they weren’t in the room.

    I pulled my phone out and I shot Malcolm a text, asking him where they were at. He immediately sent me a photo of two mimosas. Fuck, they were already up and at the breakfast buffet!

    “Be down in a few!” I replied as I threw my phone onto my bed. I took off my clothes and I relaxed on the bed for a quick second before my shower.

    I felt myself dozing off when I heard my phone ringing. I saw that it was Malcolm and I sent it to voicemail. I needed to get downstairs! I quickly grabbed a change of clothes and my toiletries. I took the quickest hoe shower in recorded history, got dried and dressed in a few minutes.

    I threw on my black t-shirt, black basketball shorts and some shoots and I was ready. I grabbed my wallet, my room key and my phone and I practically ran up out of that room! I jogged to the elevator, hopped in and before you knew it, I was on the first floor.

    I stepped out of the elevator and the smell of breakfast food hit me! I instantly walked into the lobby past the check in desk and I followed the smell to the dining area,

    I instantly spotted Malcolm and Kory, who were only wearing robes. They were sitting at a table with their mimosas. I smiled at the absence of food in front of them – they clearly had waited for me to order food. As soon as they saw me, they began smiling, which made me blushed. I knew what they were thinking. I played it cool as I approached the table.

    “What’s up, frat?” I said as I pulled out a seat and sat at the table. Kory’s jaw dropped as Malcolm began to speak.

    “So are we supposed to act like you didn’t go missing for 12 hours?! Where were you at!” Malcolm asked as a waiter brought me a glass of water.

    “Can I have a mimosa as well?” I asked the waiter as I ignored Malcolm’s question.

    “Sure, sir!” the waiter said as he turned around and walked towards the bar.

    “Um, Amare! You have some explaining to do!” Malcolm said as Kory laughed beside him. I couldn’t help but laugh.

    “Um, where were you two at last night?” I asked them as I took a sip of my water.

    “In our skin, getting dick and ass! What about you?” Kory said as he looked at me with a smirk.

    I simply laughed.

    “I found someone to give me a graduation gift.” I said, which instantly made the both of them begin to laugh.

    “Was that gift the gift of dick?” Malcolm asked as he took a sip from his mimosa.

    “It sure the hell was.” I said, smiling as I took a sip from my drink. Malcolm and Kory both squealed, which made me laugh. I was already excited for whatever the rest of the weekend put in front of me.

  • Our Superhero Amateur Movie Bondage Home Movie

    Recap: Five eighteen-year old neighborhood boys – Jake, Aiden, Nicholas, Matthew, and Ethan – set out to make a superhero movie with their camcorder. About the time that Matthew and Ethan had to go home, the bondage roleplay involved was starting to get homoerotic. It’s now just Jake, tied up spread eagle in his Spider-Man costume, Nicholas playing Spidey’s nemesis the Green Goblin, and Aiden the fearless director behind the camera. 


    The small cellar aka bomb shelter was sweltering and the air was stale down there. The shooting of the home movie was done but the real fun was just heating up.

    Young Jake remained tied spread eagle against the cinder block wall in his Spider Man costume, gagged. He was drenched in his perspiration. The young man felt humiliated too as he sported a boner that his sheer, Lycra stretchy body suit could barely hide.

    Young Nicholas, donning his evil Green Goblin homemade costume made by Aiden, had not yet noticed how “excited” Jake’s crotch was because he was distracted by his own uncomfortable situation. He was soaked in sweat that coated his black, Lycra body suit layered up with hockey shoulder pads, elbow pads, and knee pads covered in green duct tape. Also, part of his costume, he hilariously wore a “diaper” fashioned out of the green duct tape, another design by Aiden. It at least, however, covered the same embarrassing predicament Jake faced. Nicholas was growing erect himself. 

    Young Aiden was shirtless wearing only baggy gym shorts and socks. His chest glistened in a thick sheen of body sweat and he was sprouting his own erection that was mostly camouflaged by the loose material of the shorts.

    Aiden suggested Nicholas remove all that gear and the body suit since filming had stopped but Nicholas was quietly nervous about his boner. He said he’d strip from the waist up. Aiden helped him release the Velcro straps from the body padding. Then he assisted him with unzipping the bodysuit from the back. Nicholas drew the tight, sweaty stretchy garment from his chest and pulled his arms out of the long sleeves. One of the pads still stuck thanks to Velcro and the heaviness from the sweat, weighed down the body suit so it fell down easily from his chest past his torso. It took down the duct tape diaper with it, which was loose fitting, going past the waist and showing off his baby blue boxer briefs. But that wasn’t the embarrassing part. There for all to see, was a distinct boner inside his briefs!

    Nicholas, a sexually inexperienced young man up to this point, was mortified. He turned beet red. He cupped his hands over his crotch trying to hide the erection. It was too late, though. Jake and Aiden saw it.

    Aiden quickly made him feel better and said, “Look at bonehead!” as he pointed at his best friend’s crotch, Jake’s groin area brandishing a stiff bulge. “And I’ve got one,” he continued pulling down his shorts briefly to show his own hard on underneath his underwear. “It’s all fun, it’s all good!”

    Nicholas, emboldened, decided to own it. He slipped off the rest of his costume after removing his sneakers and proudly stood in his underwear and a pair of black ankle socks. He was a slim, smooth, well-toned teenage boy, showing off a healthy boner popping up in his briefs.

    Aiden was impressed but wouldn’t be outdone. “You ain’t the OG! I’m the mother fuckin’ OG!” Aiden laughed using a playful ghetto boy accent. He yanked off his shorts and stood as well in only his underwear, a pair of black Fruit of the Looms with his impossible to ignore hard dick trying to burst out of the cotton fabric.

    The half-naked teenagers, with their popped tents, returned to their costumed clad hostage. They assaulted their friend with more intense rounds of tickling and body prodding than before. They dug into his armpits, his rib cage, his sides, the inner thighs of his legs, and even poked into the crevice between his thighs and crotch, pushing against sweaty balls with only the sheer Lycra material between them. It was so close to his private area; another inch and they would be touching his stiff dick. Aiden even reached down below and poked his fingers up into Jake’s gooch, the warm area between his scrotum and his anus.

    Now that the video camera wasn’t rolling and their secrets were out, there seemed to be more license to go more “intimate” with the body invasion.

    Aiden returned to Jake’s nipples, a favorite go to of his for ultimate torture. He knew how much Jake both hated and loved it. Jake’s boy tits were hardwired to his erotic zone, but Aiden made sure there was some pain involved when attacking the nips. He pinched, twisted, rubbed, and finger flicked them. Poor Jake wiggled and squirmed in the restraints and had no choice but to take the torment, a mix of pleasure and agony. He groaned into his gag. He shifted around his jaw trying to loosen the tape gag around his face. He was making a little progress but not quite yet able to free himself of the muzzling tape.

    Aiden took in the sight of them, the three sweaty teenage boys with their raging hard ons, two of them groping another tied up in spandex. Full of curiosity. It dawned on him that they could get caught by Matthew and Ethan if they returned, or worse, Jake’s parents. Aiden stopped briefly and climbed the steps and placed a padlock on the exit door. Then he returned, relieved that they now had their little private sanctuary to explore and have fun.

    Nicholas was unconsciously rubbing his dick. Aiden noticed and smiled in approval which made Nicholas realize what he was doing. He blushed but shot back a smile and continued. Aiden decided to do the same, reaching into his Fruit of the Looms and jerking himself off.

    “Yea, man. All good. Jake and I have done this before,” Aiden assured Nicholas.

    Very soon the two boys were standing face to face with their underwear pulled to their knees and their stiff dicks hitting one another. They playfully engaged in sword fighting and bragged about who was bigger. They started to touch one another which made them even hornier.

    Poor nerd boy Jake could only watch, though, as his best friend had sexual contact with their cute neighbor, Nicholas. He wanted to join or at least jerk himself off but there was the little matter of those pesky ropes tying him up. He groveled into his gag.

    Eventually the other young men gave Jake some attention down there. They were exploring Jake’s crotch, running their free hands over the sheer spandex fabric, feeling the contours of Jake’s hard penis and balls underneath. They rubbed over the shaft, causing some pre-cum to stain through Jake’s underwear and the costume fabric. It was really like a cock tease though, unable to be directly touched by them because of his single piece uniform. He mumbled something into his gag and shot them big puppy dog eyes as if to say, please more more.

    Jake rubbed the side of his face against the rough cinder block wall to break up or free up the tape around his facial skin. Being flushed with sweat helped as he was successful in loosening the shipping tape. He wanted to get the gag out of his mouth so he could take fresh air. The hot cellar and the raised heartrate made it more challenging to breathe merely through his nostrils.

    Aiden and Nicholas continued to fondle each other, stroking the other boy’s penis. They would spit periodically to give them more lubricant. The sensation they felt was intoxicating, their bodies twitching, and big grins on their faces. They were so happy.

    “He’s kind of left out,” Nicholas commented looking back at Jake noticing those puppy dog eyes and the faint, sad whimper through his gag. “Should we untie him and get him out of the Spidey costume?”

    Aiden shook his head and had a better idea. He found a box cutter knife from a toolbox and knelt down before Jake, right in front of his groin. He pinched the Lycra material and pulled it away from Jake’s crotch, navigating over to the inseam of the fabric that ran down the middle. He started to cut away at the threading underneath the inseam which freaked Jake out.

    Jake buckled and groaned loudly. He protested. The layers of shipping tape finally fell from his face, down to his neck, and he spit out the gloves.

    “Ahhh, ahh, ahh,” Jake panted first but quickly blurted out, “No! No bro! Not the suit! Don’t fuck up my Spidey suit!”

    Aiden stood and cupped his hand over his best friend’s mouth and said, “Don’t worry, J. We’ll be able to sew it back later. Promise! Michelle can use her sewing kit!”

    Jake calmed down and nodded his approval so Aiden released his grip and returned to Jake’s crotch to get down to business.

    “Don’t move!” Aiden laughed as he continued cutting away at the threading of the inseam in the crotch of Jake’s Spider-Man costume.

    “Don’t fucking slip and cut my dick off!” Jake complained, half joking.

    Nicholas decided to shut him up this time. He pulled off one of his black ankle socks and shoved it in Jake’s yapping hole, cupping his hand over his mouth.

    “Shhhhh, Spidey-Boy!” Nicholas mocked.

    After a few more threads were severed, the spandex material around the crotch started to give way and split apart from the inseam. It revealed Jake’s tighty whitie underwear which was dripping in sweat. Aiden reached through the tear of the fabric and pulled down Jake’s underwear, which was comical because Jake’s hairy nuts were  suddenly right there, all hot and coated with heavy, sticky “ball butter.” Jake moaned under Nicholas’ mouth from the fondling going on down there by his best friend.

    Jake’s thick, sweaty, hairy balls flopped out and his large hard dick leapt to attention, at last free of its entrapment. For such a lanky kid, he was quite hung. The crotch odor was something else! Being trapped in that tight spandex, tied up for so long under duress, and inside the hot bomb shelter took its toil.

    “Pretty swampy, ha ha?” Nicholas commented with a laugh, looking down at the situation Aiden had to deal with.

    “Disgusting, ha ha,” Aiden laughed. “Here!” he added, reaching up to grab Nicholas free hand. Before he knew what he was doing, Nicholas’ hand was brought down and it placed over Jake’s sweaty balls.

    “Sick!” Nicholas laughed rubbing the sticky ball sweat onto his underwear he grabbed from the ground. “Wipe ‘em down, geez!” he added, throwing Aiden his underwear.

    Aiden rubbed Nicholas’ boxer briefs over Jake’s sweaty balls and underneath near the gooch, and in the crevices on the edges of his crotch soaking up the excess sweat and ball butter. Jake accidentally dropped Nicholas’ sock from his mouth then made a dorky attempt at a joke, “Nothin’ better than the taste of nuts and honey!”

    “You’re not supposed to talk!” Aiden laughed. He shot Nicholas a look, threw the sweaty underwear back to him and said, “You know what to do with those!”

    Nicholas took a brief whiff of his boxer briefs and remarked, “A nice assortment, bro! Kind of a bouquet of funky odors really.” Then Nicholas let out a laugh.

    “Don’t you put that thing in my mouth! Don’t you dare!” Jake shouted, shaking his head side to side so he could resist Nicholas’ advance.

    Aiden started slapping Jake’s balls with his hand and warned, “Hey Jakey, you can have this…” as he continued to slap Jake’s nuts. “Or you can have this,” he continued, now stroking his best friend’s dick. “What’ll it be?”

    Jake gave up the fight and said, “You win! You win!”

    Nicholas shoved the smelly balled up boxer briefs into Jake’s hold and mockingly patted him on the cheek. “Good boy!” Then he stopped himself and said, “Wait, I can do better. Actually, I know!”

    Nicholas told Jake to open up a bit and maneuvered the underwear, pulling out the crotch of the briefs and adjusted them so the pouch of the underwear was outside Jake’s lips and resting directly below his nose.

    “There! That’s the good stuff!” Nicholas howled. “Now bite down, and don’t spit them out or we wrack you nuts again,” Nicholas warned.

    Jake nodded obediently and took his first breath through his nostrils, inhaling the pungent aroma of both Nicholas’ and his own ball sweat collected on the cotton fabric mere millimeters away from his nose. It was gross and humiliating but what could he do about it?

    Nicholas and Aiden flanked their captive and admired his willingness. They rewarded him with some much-needed attention on his dick. As they returned to jerking each other, they now used their free hands to stroke a grateful Jake. It was immediate relief for Jake and he suddenly didn’t mind sniffing dirty underwear.

    Nicholas, for being new to all this stuff, was really getting into it now. He massaged Jake’s hairy balls and lightly squeezed them, which Jake loved in concert with his best friend Aiden stroking his dick. Nicholas teased him periodically by puling at the pubic hairs.

    Jake was easy to get off so it was no surprise when he was already about to explode. He didn’t think they’d like that though, so early, nor did he want to climax so soon himself. He spit out the underwear and gasped, “Dude! Dude! I’m gonna squirt! Stop stop!”

    His young neighbors holding him harnessed and helpless laughed at his cries. But, nonetheless, they stopped jacking him off.

    “Hey, what’s that thing where you get someone really close to busting a nut but stop, and it over and over?” Nicholas asked.

    “Blue balls I think,” Aiden wondered.

    “Edging?” Jake said.

    “Yea! Edging!” Nicholas snapped. Turning to Aiden he added, “Let’s edge our helpless hero! That can be his punishment.”

    Jake gulped. He just volunteered himself up for more torment. But maybe he’d like it? He was nervous nonetheless.

    “Ah guys, come on. And punishment for what by the way?” Jake asked, confused.

    “For being a little bitch,” Nicholas shrugged with a grin.

    “Yea! A whiney ass, bitch!” Aiden added with laughter.

    “I’m not a whiny ass bitch!” Jake shot back.

    “Yup! Gag! Time for a gag. Gag ‘em!” Aiden smiled at Nicholas.

    “With pleasure,” Nicholas grinned, grabbing his underwear and stuffing it back into Jake’s mouth, once again making sure the crotch of the briefs was below his nose.

    The two butt naked teenage nerdy bros fist bumped and relished in their new game about to commence. They jerked themselves off a bit, waiting for Jake to go down some more.

    Jake was still too hard, perhaps too close to cumming, so Aiden started slapping his nuts to give him some grief, which did the trick of dissolving the pent-up pleasure inside his testicles. He lost some of his hard steel.

    Once they were satisfied he was ready, they went back to stimulating him. They stroked his cock and massaged his testes.

    The edging had begun!

    Very quickly, Jake went hard as hell again and was pre-cumming, making moaning sounds. He was close and at the last moment, they pulled away from his throbbing penis, denying him release.

    Both of them slapped Jake in the nuts, causing him to jolt in his restraints, and whimper. They pulled at his pubes. They punched him in the stomach a few times. They took away his ecstasy.

    Jake sighed and bowed his head, biting down on the smelly underwear, mumbling swear words at his cruel friends.

    The routine of pumping him up to near explosion followed by a full retreat followed by light torture on his body to get him soft was repeated over and over.

    They edged their powerless victim once more but this time they were slower and more methodical. They stroked themselves and as they did felt the pulse and rhythm of all their bodies. Jake’s cock grew harder and harder but he kept a guard about him, knowing that pain was around the corner if he showed too much joy, thereby indicating he was going to cum.

    His teenage “masters” continued to jack off and took turns jacking each other off as they tended to Jake’s throbbing dick. The boys faced each other and pulled in close to Jake, forming a tight triangle with all three of their dicks touching each other from time to time at the tip.

    Aiden spit on their cocks to add more lubricant. Nicholas did as well.

    They were all getting much closer.

    Then at the moment they could feel Jake about to shoot his load, instead of pulling away completely like normal, they merely slowed down on him, and stepped up their own masturbation. They coordinated the timing, ramping up to unload their spunk at the same time. All three boys moaned loudly.

    At once they all squirted their nut juice all over each other. Warm, milky, musty boy semen sprayed on their stomachs. Or in Jake’s case, all over his Spider-Man outfit.

    As they shot, Nicholas and Aiden’s bodies shook and they took a step back reflexively while Jake, immobilized, could merely shutter in his bondage.

    “Oh man!” Nicholas exclaimed. “I’ve never done this! Wow!”

    “Fun, huh?” Aiden smiled at Nicholas, then turning to his best friend Jake and ruffling his sweaty hair.

    The two boys used Aiden’s underwear to wipe away all the loads of sticky cum on their bodies. Getting it completely off Jake’s Lycra skin suit was pretty pointless though. It was too stained.

    “We should let him go now?” Nicholas asked about freeing Jake, at last.

    Aiden looked at his best friend, then back at Nicholas, and said, “Nahhh!! He like’s being abandoned! Let’s head up and play some Rainbow Six on his Xbox! We can order pizza! I’m starved!”

    True enough, as the boys dressed – minus their underwear – and headed up the stairs, they looked back to see that Jake didn’t seem to complain. He didn’t spit out Nicholas’ stinky underwear from his mouth and stayed calmly in his bound state.

    “We’ll be back in a couple of hours or so to let you loose! Unless by that time we’re ready for another round, ha hah! We’ll decide then!” Aiden laughed.

    They turned out the light switch, closed the metal cellar door and left the costume clad Jake down there in the dark. Bound, gagged, and spent.

    THE END


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  • Eyes

    I cheerfully admit this is a retread from about four years ago. I’d wanted to put up something about which all could be thankful and this short-for me-piece seemed to encompass that. I liked it, and the two men in it, when I wrote and, years later, I’m even fonder of them I hope you, the reader will find something in here that makes your grateful. 

    Thanks, as always, for reading me, it is appreciated. 

    PJ


    When I finished my last tour of duty I swore that that would be my last tour of anything. Straight from Grad school I’d been heavily recruited by every service and finally chose the Coast Guard to the surprize of many. I’d done my research and noted that of all the services they were the most frequently involved in doing something as opposed to sitting around the barracks, marching, spending a few weeks somewhere in Kentucky playing at war and then going back to the barracks and sitting around some more. Additionally, I felt the Coast Guard did more meaningful work on a daily basis, everything from hurricane hunting to patrolling swamps doing ecological surveys. With my degrees and Doctorate in Biology, I was welcomed and, after a brief twelve weeks of basic found myself on the ladder to accepting a higher commission which, after a year or two I got. Twelve years later I was a Commander, had found the work fascinating but needed to find out what a civilian did-for those who have never been in Grad school, it’s like one off the military in that there are goals, committees, demands made so, counting that, I’d spent twenty years doing what others thought I would enjoy. The passing out ceremony was enjoyable and, ten hours later, I owned a corvette, had burned all but those uniforms save those I thought had some virtue as work clothes and had moved back to my parents.

    This was not for lack of places to go. Frugal by nature and having piled up all sorts of programs for which I was eligible, moving home was a decision made to spend their very last few years with them. My last tour I’d felt guilty knowing that I was really needed at home but….just one more tour and I’d have what I wanted.

    Dad was already spending all his time at a sheltered  center and Mom was trying to maintain her home as she always had, just not successfully. I had a sister who lived a thousand miles away but, thoughtlessly and frequently told me how guilty she felt about “not doing more”. That was backwards, to “do more” she’d have had to do something, anything beside send cards and flowers at appropriate occasions, calling on similar occasions and hoping and praying I’d come home and “take over” her responsibilities. It might be wondered what precisely her”responsibilities” were but that led down the road to recrimination and frankly, bluntly telling her to fuck off and quit trying to feed me a line of shit about what she and her husband, we mustn’t forget him, did.

    Some people marry for love, some for money, some due to pregnancy, some as they’ve nothing else to do but why my sister picked this weed has always confused me. She was quick to point out he was a “good provider” although of what wasn’t said. Bland-or blank-describes his looks and that’s being generous-maybe he was a good fuck, that would at least explain…something. He was the prototype of every lodge member who joins because someone he knew did and, over time, the string of lodges to which he belonged came to be his profession; He didn’t have enough fingers to wear all the rings proving affiliation. During the day, and,  after an arduous seven years, he became manager of a gas station plus, on the side, tried to hawk some sort of cleaning products which, I later learned, had been questioned by the Food and Drug Administration. Lets put it this way, I would have had more admiration for him had he been a drug dealer who was now doing time; At least that would have shown some initiative, some balls.

    My concern was Mom and my first days at home showed me that, as she shyly said, she was a”little behind in a few things”. That was apparent when I pulled up in the Vette and had to double check to find an address. Why the city hadn’t demanded that some of the “growth” be taken down is beyond me so much so that I regretted I’d returned my side arm as I fought my way to the front door. Tears, more tears, her heart felt happiness that I was home, so grateful that I could help her “a little bit”….She’d made up my room just like I left it, she’d made my favourite dinner which, after I’d had a nap and cleaned up-I was unaware of being dirty-she’d serve. Say four thirty? I supposed I could get my stomach juices flowing before cocktail hour, or I could try. And, as to cocktail hour, Mom was a “temperance” there was even a sign on the front of our home proclaiming our teetotal-ling life style. Knowing of this, one of my sea bags contained three bottle of Kentucky’s finest in bubble wrap to conceal their presence along with industrial strength alcohol based mouth wash; Fortunately, Mom did not know you could buy an in-home breathalyzer test.

    The up side was that she was mentally holding it together but was just overwhelmed with keeping up the house, trying to deal with insurance, all the things that Dad had done and of which she’d been unaware. The car, which she drove so infrequently, cried out for a tune up, oil change, the basics. I called someone-I’d been gone so long I had no “old buddies” on whom to rely-and had it hauled it off with the instructions to see how much was wrong, give me an estimate and then I’d made a decision as to what to do. Mom was sentimental about the car for no good reason; The last time she and Dad had been in it together he’d made a wrong turn and drove off a bridge into a, fortunately, shallow  lake. Why he’d had it fished out and repaired eluded me but…he was well on the yellow brick road to senility even then, only love and many years clouded her vision as to his true condition.

    Then there was the out of doors. Surprizingly, the back yard was trimmed, lawn mowed, some basic gardening done, a garden hose curled, signs that someone had done something and Mom wasn’t a candidate. While I stood there wondering, a fine looking young man came out of the house next door, reached down and turned on a sprinkler system. As will happen, I was standing right atop one of the sprinklers and made myself known by a string of curses that would have made any service man proud. He called an apology and came toward me.

    Too many years had gone by but I knew him, Mark, the kid next door now all grown up and, one had to say it, grown up in all the best ways. I walked to him and gave him a hug which was rewarded with a slug in the jaw.

    “Mark what the fuck?” and then I realized….  he was blind. No one had told me, ever, and I was deeply sorry they hadn’t. I’d dealt with the blind and knew perfectly well to identify myself in similar situation.

    “My God, Rocky, you’re home. And wet…. Jesus I’m sorry.” If the circumstances were different, we would have stood there getting visually acquainted just before I took him in my arms and hugged him. Little Mark, the cute kid next door. Handsome, now, even with his heavily tinted sun glasses, you could tell he was one stud. He stood there in his ratty shorts, no shoes, no shirt…and no sight. I tried to think…how old was he and, my God, he was 25? I’d been gone fifteen years and he was ten so… 25. Blindness hadn’t stopped him from taking care of himself, good body, trim, nicely muscled, if circumstances had been different I would have taken him myself to any of the recruiters to sign him up. (Okay, I’m a big fan of military service.)

    I thought about all those years when he’d follow me. If I was pushing the mower, I was the engine and he was the caboose. If I was digging weeds, we were miners digging for gold, he had a spectacular imagination, one that made him easy to be around, something not all young people are. Never complained, always asking questions….but the question I had was why hadn’t I been told? Mom was a compulsive letter writer and considering the gossip and other information of no interest, I was a bit taken aback that Mark being blind hadn’t been mentioned. Just then I didn’t think I could ask him, he had too many questions about what I’d done, where I’d been, he even told me my mother had kept him informed as to my movements, my promotions; He looked so proud when he said he knew I’d made Commander. I remembered how I’d looked for him whenever I went out to do anything. He had the innate ability to play tag-a-long without being a bother. He loved to be picked up and thrown in the air, or ride my shoulders as if I was his horse. The thing that made this acceptable not annoying was his genuine thanks for whatever we’d done.

    His fingers ran over my face. “Rocky, aw shit, man, I am so fucking sorry…there’s just never anyone out here…..”

    I put my arm over his shoulder. “I’m glad to know someone’s keeping guard, you couldn’t know I’d be here and….there’s something no one told me. About your eyes.”

    “No. I asked no one to tell you….I knew what you wanted for me, the service, got in shape for it, for my Commander but…that was after the fact, at least it was good exercise.” He reached out and picked up a tool I hadn’t even noticed, the blind can stun you with their sense of space and location in it. He was buying time or something like that.”No…..Rocky, you had your hands full, away, nothing you could do…I knew it would disturb you….”

    “Just like it’s disturbing me now. Mark, you’re my buddy, my l’il bro; time and events don’t change that, one of the reasons I came home was to have you help me mow the yard…” and in saying that I realized what I meant was, ‘ I want you to be a little boy, 10, and I want to be young myself…..’ “You sure do a swell job, bet Mom really appreciates it.”

    He hung his head a little…..”There’s just so much I can do for her…one time, when your Dad was still here, he fell and it was easy enough to lift him but she wanted to go to the ER right then and kept telling me I’d have to drive, just couldn’t remember I couldn’t drive….” he tapered off signifying a string of things that he would have like to have done, would have done but….”

    “Doesn’t matter. No, not at all. But….think you could turn off the water…you’re dressed for it and I’m not.”

    “Shit, I forgot, I  come out here, turn it on and wander around, do some gardening….Rocky,  sorry…”

    What worried me was not his blindness, he seemed to be doing pretty well with that but that he was adopting the humility that too often comes with a disability, the feeling that they’re an inconvenience, in your way, a bother. I watched him start to cross the yard and then yelled….

    “Don’t, I’ll strip,’member how we used to? I’m already wet and Jeans dry so, leave it on, warm day, just like back then, Rocky and his Flying Squirrel.”

    He laughed and rather too quickly shed his shorts. I’d say this, he was ready for all sorts of service whether in the military or not.

    “Never need to give you short arm inspection, you got one fine piece of meat hanging there.”

    He blushed-why did I think someone blind couldn’t blush?-but I could see a little bit of pride, that’s what he needed a little bit of pride.

    “Commander’s privilege, after too much food, he gets to open the top of his fly…Well, I’ve done that, all buttons gone, shirt’s off, nekkid as a jaybird. Lead me to the place we used to sit…I don’t remember….”

    He laughed, ‘We were younger and shorter. To sit there now you’d have to yell ‘Geronimo’before going down. How about the swing? I’m guessing neither of us worries about getting a tan…”

    “Yeah but I have a tan line and you don’t….” He blushed again. “I asked your Mom if she minded if I worked with no clothes and she just said she’d leave her bifocals on top of the piano.” He grinned. “I think she may have found them one or two times, said I needed to patch up the tear on my butt.” I laughed. I’d forgotten her sense of humour, maybe now that a lot of pressure was off maybe she could relax, get some of it back.

    “You are one fine looking man, Mark, no shit, I knew you’d turn out good but not this good. Good thing you’re blind, can’t see the ladies as they chase you.”

    “Rocky…..I’m gay. Have been for a long time. I guess there’s something else your Mom didn’t tell you…well, assuming she knew. Thought my mother would tell her, she wasn’t exactly pleased, for some weird reason kept going back, having no grandchildren. I was tempted to tell her that  even though I was blind, I could still fuck, just maybe not her choice as to whom I should be fucking.”

    The light spray of water, the warm sun, the pleasure of being with an old and very beloved friend even one who’d had a bad turn…”Want to tell me how it happened?”

    He laughed, “Funny thing, everyone wants there to be some terrible story associated with it, shattering glass, dumping my bike, having acid thrown at me but the truth is kinda dull, some disease, doesn’t matter now, took about a year, you’d have been gone….maybe two years…and then I was blind. That’s it. But, if you’d like, I can tell you the one about the chase on my bike and how I went through the plate glass window at a gas station. That one’s real popular.”

    I chuckled, I knew what he meant. Guys under my command often had “things” to explain to the folks back home that were similarly simple in origin but…looked as if there must be more to it. Bar fights that dislocated teeth and noses, baldness that happened too quickly, over the period of a long overseas assignment and, my favourite, the “unfortunate” tattoo that was now going to be displayed back home to not only confusion and consternation but annoyance of the “Who the fuck is Rosie?”variety.

    I got pleas from guys all the time wanting my help but…there wasn’t anything I could do. I had my own ink that had not gone over well when Mom and Dad first saw it,    iotic rather than something with heavily implied innuendo. Best I could tell them was to write a letter home, before they got home, lay it out, tell them what was were and then be prepared for whatever happened. The only thing I could suggest was that if they knew, the surprize element was somewhat off the table. Of course, if it was”Rosie”…..

    “May I read you, I mean, the way you look, you know, with my fingers…..?”

    “You can start at the apex of my crew cut and end when you find a toe nail. No holding back, feel anything you want and, yes, I mean, my cock and balls. We know each other too well to be shy or silly. I’d offer to do the same but my fingers lack your touch., You’d think you were being appraised to be sold over the meat counter.”

    “I’m told that my balls would make a prairie oyster feed for six…”and he laughed. Looking down, and I did, he over estimated, four was the max….

    “How about laying out on the grass? Seems like it would be easier there, when you want to turn me over, just ask.” We headed for the lawn, I thought about offering to help, almost offered him my hand but realized he didn’t need it.

    On the grass it was pleasant, the light shower, the warm sun, my whole body exposed to all the elements; I tried to remember how much Vitamin A I was getting from the sun. 

    “Sure you don’t mind, the full accession can take a while and…..can get a little personal…”

    To dispel that problem I took his hand, beautiful, long expressive fingers, I wondered if they grew like that after his blindness, and plunked in on my crotch.”Okay, there’s where all the embarrassment would have been if there had been but there isn’t.” 

    He did a quick movement or two. “I’d say between the two of us, if they want sausage with their oysters, easy feed a family of six.” Surprizingly he took my cock, held it and only slightly jacked it, not enough to get me to full staff but certainly to make me aware that one more up (or down)and I’d be on the road to seaman semen.

    It was like being played by a virtuoso. I wasn’t aware of his fingers, his hands, him, just the feeling of the worlds champion spider spinning a very fine web, his fingers were like tracery, fast, very detailed. My face took maybe half an hour. To my surprize, he opened my mouth, felt my teeth, my tongue, my lips which he criss-crossed like a laser plotting a course for future reference.

    My sea toughened hands and fingers against his exquisitely soft flesh seemed unworldly, even the pads on each digit was different as if it had as separate purpose. At some point he lay down as his fingers kept rapidly transecting me but with him on his side, his rather long hair wet and weaving itself into the grass, I thought of Greek Myths of youths too beautiful to exist. The bad thing was, in Greek Myths they usually got turned into a particularly ugly animal or a bent tree; That would never happen to Mark.

    When he asked me to roll over I was surprized that he sat on my thighs, his arms and fingers stretched far forward. Now in addition to being felt, he was giving me a massage. Pausing over this muscle group or that, working it, my head felt like it had been removed, thoroughly rubbed and then replaced in far better condition; As if whatever had been done guaranteed I’d never go bald.

    I’d covered the front side, I thought, with candor and directness but now we had my ass and given what he’d done with my mouth, I wondered. No need to. He leaned over so that his body blocked the sun and said, not asked, “I’m going in, every guy likes to have his prostate worked over.” And so he did. There was a moment of concern when I wasn’t sure just what he was going in with-he was clearly erect-but he confined himself to his fingers and he did a helluva job. Somewhere someone had given him almost medical knowledge of the prostate gland and all that could be done with it and all that could be done with it is what he did.

    He turned so that he was using my ass as a sort of back up for him to lean against and went down my legs. What I did not know-why would I?-was that whoever gave him such detailed instructions about my prostate apparently had an encyclopedic knowledge of reflexology and the foot. Up to that point I had only thought he was doing a great job, but the best wasn’t even on the horizon.

    I’m not sure how it helped his discover of what the new, older Rocky looked like but the first round of foot exploration was done with his tongue; I’d never had”This little piggy went to market” done lingually but….for those contemplating it, absolutely. It’s around then that any sense of time wandered off to play with itself. I didn’t care if we were still there and they had to find us by the lumps in the snow drifts.Telling myself that I was an Officer and I needed composure worked about half way down my metatarsal but after that, I’m sorry to report, I was reduced to screaming in delight, erotic senses, hoping for more and that was when my cock fertilized the lawn with protein.The first time.

    He never wared, just kept on doing what he knew so well how to do. Jesus, I hoped he’d never “felt” my Mom, or maybe I hoped he had. What I could tell was the joy and pleasure he was getting. Yes, he had an erection and I knew his balls had drawn up as I could no longer feel them. But what I could feel, mixed in with the warm drenching of water was the warmer shower of cum as it pooled in the depression and was licked up by him. And that was it. I rolled over, revolved a hundred and eighty degrees and took his cock in my mouth just as he took mine in his. If Mom had her glasses on and knew what a 69 was, she was getting the master class in how to do it.

    After his second shot, he moved back around, put his head near mine, his hand on the back of my neck-which he massaged- and quietly, directly said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

    I was gently rolled onto my belly, while he sat on my thighs and, wasting no time, started down and in. The water, the sweat, the cum made lube unnecessary and his ability to know the body was never better illustrated. It was so much a fucking as a continuation of his exploration with the exception that I was moaning like a cat in heat, bucking, drooling, demanding to get it hard, push it in all the while he slid in until I could feel the hair on his crotch on my ass. That was the opening salvo. Next thing was for him to fire what felt like bazooka shells only they were muscles in his cock, followed by his going a bit deeper which I would have thought was impossible.

    He was supremely happy, I knew it, this was something he’d thought about, probably hoped would happen, a long time. We’d joined as we once were, just all grown up and finally able to enjoy what we’d once denied ourselves. He rode me like his old horse that he’d ridden for many miles and who knew him as he knew it. Did he know how desperately I’d only wanted him? All those years, all those men passing in front of them, all of them were little ten year old boys but now he was 25, well and truly fucking me and I did not want it to stop. He paused, lay full out on me, kissed me behind my ears but said nothing. He began the slow rhythm again, insinuating himself, looking for a place to join and become one.

    I’d stopped all emotions save ones dealing with the enormous pleasure of one man and his cock deep inside me. I wanted him to be able to see as well as feel my satisfaction, my enjoyment of him but of course my whole body, so recently examined, knew all that and probably much more. His blindness, so much a fixture of his life, would now become a fixture of our lives.

    I managed to croak out,”I’ve loved you since you were a little boy…every day at sea, on the pier, at base….I wanted to turn a corner and there’d you’d….oh God, push it again, let me have all of you, I’m yours…..Oh sweet Jesus, where did you learn……?”

    “I thought about you a lot and then learned my own body. I’m still a virgin, it was the only thing I could give you as a coming home present. In a bit, when it’s dark, I want us to take a shower. Get all clean and naked,then come back here….that’s when I’ll be fucked for the first time, by the only man I ever wanted…..”

    We lay there in the light and the water showering us and I almost could not contain myself, I’d thought of him, how he’d feel, what sliding into him would be like, what giving him my first blast of cum…how would that effect him? In my mind, I never let myself think that I’d come home to a raging man who only wanted me; At best, and worst, I thought I’d get a really meaningful welcome, good brotherly hug, maybe meet his wife, a child or two and I’d stand there, smiling, feeling my cock die forever.

    Dinner was a trial. After several hours on the lawn with Mark I wasn’t really up to a full dinner but that’s what she’d prepared. Every fucking thing I’d ever liked was apparent and, I was told, seconds, even thirds, were easily available and that before desert. Five kinds. When you are planning an evening of fucking, sucking and whatever else came to mind and hand, praying for an enema as a starter isn’t helpful. Given that we’d eaten so early, I threw on some track pants, my shoes and headed off to try and stir my innards to the point that I would at least deflate. When you don’t need this to happen, it will, when you do, it won’t. Another example of Murphy’s Law just not as well know.An hour later I came through the back door, sweat running from me only to find Mom just on the brink of making a snack that bordered on being a “Happy Meal” on steroids. She meant well but putting mashed potatoes, gravy and chocolate sheet cake on the same plate was not an inspiration; Fortunately the garbage disposal was working as I just made it. She watched her child with concern and saying that all that running a healthy meal was the cause, she knew it. The second upchuck was occasioned when she said she’d wrap it up and put it in the fridge. Next to the broccoli with cheese sauce.

    Upstairs I could do little more than towel down the sweat then fall down on my bed, careful to set my alarm for fifteen minutes prior to meeting Mark in the back yard.

    The alarm went off just as my woodie shot. One thing, when I’d set the clock, possibly years earlier, we’d been on standard time which was not the case now. I hadn’t even noticed the time on the clock when I set it, just the time for it to alarm. And not I was alarmed, panicked. I was already an hour late, probably Mark would have given up and I would be devastated. Any man who has served on board a ship has learned how to get in and out of the bathroom, including a shower in under three minutes. I’d thought that it might be better to wear a few more clothes-just to give him something more to strip from me and, having done that tried to nonchalantly walk past Mom but there was no need, she was sound asleep, her ball of yarn having bounced out of her knitting basket and rolled across the room. She was on auto pilot.When she woke, she’d make her rounds, verifying the range was turned off, all the lights were off save the one down the hall to the bedrooms, slip into her own bed awaiting a new day in which she’d remember her son was home and, unfortunately, hit the kitchen to prepare a “proper breakfast for a sailor”.

    Within seconds I was on the lawn and, as I’d feared no Mark; My first act of love had been to let him down. It was a beautiful night, clear, warm, full moon, as romantic as all get out but you needed someone to be romantic with.All I could think to do, and did, was to sit down on the grass, put my head in my hands and cry for what I loved and had now probably lost.

    “You’re a light sleeper”said Mark as he sat down slightly behind me and pulled me back against him. I sagged in relief. “I would have waited a lot longer than that for something I love, think of it, I’d already waited fifteen years so an hour wasn’t much and, besides, it gave me time to think…about things like extra clothes, more fun to unwrap the gift…..I know you love me so don’t cry, just lean against me and tell me about the sky, that’s something I always wonder about.”

    So for an hour I described the sky, not just the planets or how the moon looked but the clouds, the distances from earth to various objects, why this night was particularly beautiful as the moon was reflecting a particularly large amount of the suns rays…how I could see him clearly. Just as clearly as he could see me when I took his hand, his fingers when they were put on my body; It was as real in his mind as the stars were in my eyes. And then I wanted him. Badly. It hadn’t been the kind of foreplay most men expect but it had worked powerfully for us.We were now naked and going through various combinations of hands on wherever. Good as it felt, it was time to begin accepting the present he’d saved for me, his virginity.

    I was on top of him, stiff, ready but still savouring the moment of power, I was going to take something from him, something that can be given only one. He was already squirming with desire, making guttural sounds, almost words, trying to induce me to take him. One of my hands went under him, found his cock, began to stroke it. All he could say was, “Please, please, now…….now, Rocky I love you but now, fuck me…”

    Slowly and only using ourselves and the juices we had produced I lowered myself toward him, let him feel the head of my cock, let him know it was wandering just above him, waiting, finding the way in, knowing it would be welcomed.An inch, another inch and then a pause to subtly move myself in him, not quite preparing him but letting him know that we were almost there, he could feel the gouts of precum dripping into him, sense my heightened breathing, my flesh growing warm.

    I did not have to tell him what to do, all I had to do was gently go through him, past the tight opening, he made only a little noise of pain, until I found his prostate. I had his cherry and now it was time to show him why it had been worth those fifteen years. How long was I in? It doesn’t matter but long enough for each of us to come twice, hold him close, play with his nipples, his balls, kiss and kiss again his neck, his ears, enjoy his throbbing body discovering it was nothing as he’d expected, I was not as he’d expected, no jump and fuck, but, now, a sexual partner from whom he could learn and, steadily, enjoy more each time.

    Leaving him was almost, to him, as fascinating and arousing as entering had been. He was swiftly rolled on his back and I attached my mouth to his still hard cock, using my fingers to try and entice his balls to drop just a little.Through his perineum I pressed on his prostate, milking it externally. Even if he couldn’t see, his eyes and face displayed what he felt. He was happy, content; He had what he’d wanted from the man he wanted to give it to him. Even while my lips were wound around his flesh he was already playing with my body, those wonderfully light, dextrous fingers that better than any sighted person knew the body and where to strike for maximum effect.

    He came.

    I wanted him to know what he tasted like and so suddenly put my mouth on his and let his sperm flow back into him. It was the first surprize he’d had, just at that moment I’m not sure he knew exactly what he was tasting and there was a pause….

    “That’s how you taste, swallow yourself and feel your own body giving back what it was forced to give up.” He did so. “Jesus, Mark, I’ve wanted you even longer than you wanted me, here, now, we’ve finished a promise to ourselves, you, me, us, together under the dark, starry sky. Naked, fulfilled, only waiting for the next time…..”

    “Rocky, may I fuck you?Again? Only like one man fucks another, not like tis afternoon.”

    There was only one possible answer. In asking he proved that it had been a success, his thought of desire turned out to be correct, wanting me was really what he wanted to do and, he now knew, fucking him was what I wanted.

    I rolled over on my stomach. He needed no guidance; Who knew my body better than he? It was still on the grass, waiting for the next event and then his beautiful organ pressed in, a bit anxious but full of love and exultation at getting something he’d wanted. Maybe even wondered if he’d get it but doubt does not quench desire.

    I enjoyed him as I’d never enjoyed a man in my life. Love does that. He lay on top of me just feeling the moment, feeling a part of me his fingers could never reach, understand my reaction. And so we lay there, joined, happy, almost too anxious for the days that were to come but knowing both our worlds were content, the future had a course.

    “Rocky…I will remember this forever.”

    “That makes me unbelievably happy.”

    “Can we sleep out here?I can get some blankets?”

    “Ya know, that would be a great idea if morning never came. If no one looked out their window and saw their son sleeping, naked, with another son on the lawn. No one would like that more than I would but….you see the problem.”

    And he did. Someday we’d find a way to sleep together every night but, for now, what we’d had was enough.

    “What’re we going to do tomorrow?”

    “I’ll tell you what, we’re going to find the best inkslinger in town and each of us have a shoulder full of stars cover it, so we’ll always be like we are now, naked under the sky.”

    He rolled towards me and I held him……His eyes were closed as their reason to keep looking no longer existed. 


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  • Descension into submission

    The move back home wasn’t without consequences. Susanne was still a bit bitter about being second fiddle to Marco, despite him losing his wife in a car crash! She understood that he needed help, she was relatively okay with me spending a day or two consoling him, but a WEEK was ‘beyond the call of duty’, -in her opinion! “He would have done the same for me!” I argued, in the event of HER untimely death…!…but she didn’t like that analogy at all, rolling her eyes before storming off into the other room!

    It would take a few days before she stopped being pissed about Marco, and pissed about something else! When it came to home life we were always treading water, going nowhere fast. When we first met things were like FIRE, then marriage happened, then pregnancy…for some odd reason things seemed to go downhill from there, communication wise, sexually, the whole nine yards! To be truthful, I felt partly to blame, especially of late…putting distance between us because I was feeling guilty and ashamed of what I was doing with Adeem! Feeling less of a man, less of a husband, -I was a pussy, like HER…taking dick, like HER! I was afraid of her realizing something IN me had changed! That I was a weak submissive now…taking a big black dick, whether against my will or not, it was still happening…! I was still HIS bitch! Susanne and I hadn’t had sex since before I left to stay at Marco’s…and I was nervous that my performance might leave suspicions in her mind that I was a fraud of a husband! I definitely didn’t feel like that same man I was when we first married!

    Sometimes I felt more content at work than at home, behind the wheel of my cruiser, patrolling the streets, where I felt a bit more in control of my life!

    I saw DeMarco often, passing by each other at work. He seemed to be himself again, getting back into a daily routine and socializing with friends again [although I suspected much of that was just for ‘show’, not wanting people to feel sorry for him]!

    Luckily we had friends [fellow officers] that looked out for him also! ONE assigned himself as his partner, riding alongside him on duty just to make SURE he would be okay! Dylan had been on the force for about 7 years. He was 30, 5’10”, 175lbs, a true ginger with reddish hair green-eyes and freckles across his cheeks. He was single, but would often double-date with DeMarco and Angie, so he knew her well as well. Next was Jalen. He was about 29, 6’2”, 220lbs of hard dark-brown muscle. He kept his fade tight and always looked good. He too was single, and had been on the force for 6 years. And the last was Esteban (or Steven as he liked to be called)…, he was 28, 5’11”, 190lbs with black hair, green-eyes, and a nice muscular build. He had a steady girlfriend. He’d also been on the force for 6 years. These were the guys we could COUNT on, the guys that had our backs! WHAT would THEY think of me if they knew what I’d become…? Would they reject me? Would they consider me LESS of a man…? Less of a cop?

    While work was often my place of solace…it also [at times] was difficult for me! Sometimes I felt self-conscious, worried that a situation might arise that I would be ill prepared to handle…, or freeze on the spot, possibly causing someone or another officer harm! Patrolling the inner city neighborhoods were the most stressful! I would see black men on the streets all the time [most minding their own business], hoping that I would not have to confront any of them for fear that it might become confrontational…!

    I still didn’t fully understand WHAT it was Adeem saw in me that made him believe I’d been wanting this lifestyle he’s forced me into…? Was it JUST Adeem, or did other black men see it in me also…? I’d gotten to a point where I was just plain SACRED to be around them…!…not knowing WHAT might happen…?

    Then [as if reading my mind] I got a call for a domestic disturbance and was the closest unit to it! I flipped the switch for my lights and sirens, then took off to the address provided!

    When I got there there was a woman standing outside an apartment building holding a baby in her arms! I got out of my patrol car to question and comfort her, finding out that it was HER husband I was there for! She said that he’d been drinking [drunk], and was starting to become abusive [physically AND verbally]! I assured her that the situation would be rectified…and convinced her to wait outside while I went in to confront her man!

    INSIDE: I found a 38yr old black man sitting in his shorts and tank-top t-shirt! He was about 6’0”, 250lbs of bulk muscle! I walked in and asked what the problem was [he seemed so distraught]…, and he told me that he’d just recently lost his job and that they would not be able to afford their apartment much longer! He’d gotten upset because his wife told him that HE could stay home with the baby and SHE could change to a full-time position at her job! He refused to allow her to be the head of the house and make HIM ‘the bitch at home’! He sat on the sofa and put his head in his hands and screamed aloud in frustration!

    I told him that he needed to gain control of himself as he was scaring his wife! He said that he didn’t mean to, but he was at his wit’s end! I talked with him for a few minutes, explaining that things would get better [eventually]…that he would find another job [soon], but in the meantime his wife could help alleviate some of the stress by working full-time while he helped take care of their kid! It wouldn’t make him look any less of a man to have his woman help out, it was HER family also, the burden wasn’t on his shoulders alone!

    He stood up and came towards me! I immediately backed away, uncertain if he was coming FOR me or not…?…afraid he might grab me and force me to my knees to ‘service’ him! But he came up to me, standing very CLOSE to me [close enough that my right hand (which was at my side) accidentally touched his crotch], and said ‘thanks!’ I responded ‘no problem’, telling him to sober up and take care of his family before quickly walking out of the building! On my way back to my cruiser, I told the wife she could go back inside…but to let him sober up a bit before talking to him anymore about her job! The woman thanked me, then took her baby back indoors! I got into my cruiser [my heart pounding] and wondered what the hell was WRONG with me…? WHY did I react that way?

    It was a few days later while on patrol [4 days or so after leaving DeMarco’s] that I got the dreaded call from Adeem! I answered the phone and HE said: “6:30, my place. Wear the uniform!”, then silence!

    I finished up my day, then drove nervously to his apartment, not knowing WHAT to expect…? I knocked on the door and heard him say: “Come in!” I opened the door and found him AND Raymond sitting on the couch together! “On yur knees, bitch!” ordered Adeem, as I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled over towards them on the sofa! “Get us hard!” said Adeem, as I reached up into their laps and grabbed their dicks through their underwear, massaging and stroking them until they were both HARD!

    “Yeah bitch…get them dicks hard for that pussy…!” groaned Adeem, their legs spread, giving me plenty of room to maneuver in-between!

    Both of their cocks were growing thick and fat in my stroking hands…! I leaned in and started sucking them through their underwear, manipulating them and soaking the fronts of their material in saliva! I could feel the heads of their cocks with my tongue as I sucked at them through their draws! I switched from one crotch to the other, sucking and stroking them both equally, getting them both aroused while in my uniform!

    After a few minutes Adeem pushed me off their crotches to stand up…!

    “Take off our draws…!” he ordered, as I rested back on my heels and reached up to lower their underwear with my hands…! “No bitch…” said Adeem, slapping my hands away! “…use yur MOUTH!” he challenged, as I leaned back in and pulled his draws down off his hips and legs with only my teeth [causing his erection to bounce back upward and slap against his stomach]!

    I pulled them all the way down to his ankles, with Adeem stepping out of them with his feet! Then I moved over to Raymond and repeated the process, lowering his underwear to HIS ankles, letting him step out of them! I got back up in kneeling position and awaited the next order, which I was sure would be to suck their big cocks…! However as I glanced up at their faces, I noticed Adeem and Raymond making strange eye contact as they both smirked…, then turned their backs to me…!…leaving 2 big black round asses to look at in front of me!

    “Eat up, bitch!” ordered Adeem, glancing back at me from over his shoulder!

    “No hands!” he added at the last second…as I simply leaned in and plunged my face into his butt, spreading the ass crack with my face, wedging it in-between with my nose as I felt the warmth of his ass against my mug before extending my searching tongue to lick over his steamy manhole!

    Adeem didn’t DO a thing to help me out…as he just stood there [upright], letting me fight to get my tongue in deeper, washing over his anus before darting my tongue inside, tasting what he had for lunch! I’d eaten Adeem’s hole several times since we met, and I knew he liked to have his hole tongue-fucked…so I started pushing my taster in and out, wedging my face in deeper, making it difficult for myself to breathe!

    Raymond reached over and grabbed my HAND…pulling it over to his cock to stroke while eating out Adeem! I stroked Ray’s big dick, feeling it surging in my stroking fist, realizing just how powerful these 2 men manhoods were!

    After a few minutes of savoring HIS ass…Adeem pushed me off his butt and over to Ray’s! I shoved my face into Ray’s ass and repeated everything I did to Adeem, wedging my face into the manly cheeks and licking at his shitter until I had my tongue darting in and out [reminding myself to sterilize my tongue before kissing my wife]!

    Adeem waited for me to finish eating Ray’s ass out real good before turning around and pushing me back onto the floor and ordering me to “Strip!”

    I started with my uniform shirt, unbuttoning each button and pulling it off, leaving it crumpled on the floor! Next was my t-shirt, which I pulled off overhead, flinging it on top of my uniform! Then I pulled off my shoes and socks, pushing them back out of the way before reaching for my utility belt…!

    “No! Leave that on!” ordered Adeem, wanting to see me wearing my weapons! But I explained that I needed to remove it to get my pants off! Adeem allowed me to remove the belt, as I peeled down my pants and underwear, dumping them next to my shirts before replacing the belt back around my waist, locking it in! I could see Adeem’s and Ray’s eyes roaming all over me as I knelt in front of them naked with my utility belt [gun, ammo, baton, handcuffs, pepper-spray, flashlight, radio, etc.] in place around my waist!

    “Suck my dick!” ordered Adeem, as I crawled in front of him and took his 9.5” cock in my mouth and started sucking! “Yeah, Pig…get it nice and wet!” commanded Adeem, as I stuffed as much of his big dick as I could into my mouth and throat [gagging myself]! Knowing where it was going next I made sure to slobber all over it, hoping to get it as wet as possible! Adeem grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock in deeper, punching it into the very back of my throat, ramming it down into the curve, into my esophagus!

    I choked on his cock as he face-fucked me deeply, tilting my head back slightly so his cock could slide straight into the back of my neck! I felt him pump a few dozen times before finally releasing my head, letting me pull back to regroup myself as I clutched my sore throat and cleared the growing phlegm starting to clog the back of my mouth [now coating his entire cock]!

    “On yur hands and knees!” commanded Adeem, pushing me into position as he knelt down behind me! Raymond [whom had been slow-stroking his own big 10” cock as he awaited HIS turn at my mouth] knelt down in front of me, aligning HIS cock against my spit-wet lips just as Adeem grabbed my hips and RAMMED his dick straight into my dry unsuspecting asshole! I opened my mouth to scream out loud when Ray suddenly rammed his cock into my mouth [shutting me up], ramming straight into my open throat, twisting his hands about in my hair [holding me in place]!

    I was spit-roasted between both men, 9 and 1/2 inches of cock rammed in my colon while 10 inches of cock filled my esophagus! I couldn’t move, feeling like a stuffed pig, Adeem’s pubes pressed against my ass cheeks while my nose was buried in Ray’s pubic bush! They held me prison in-between them for a few seconds [feeling their cock surge in my spasming asshole and throat as my body worked to repel them]…before they started to FUCK me! Adeem was the first to start moving, as he pulled back with his hips [withdrawing from my heated innards] before thrusting back into me, reburying himself in deep! Ray quickly followed suit, first grinding his cock about in my throat before pulling back [out of me] and ramming back in! I was getting fucked simultaneously at both ends at once, skewered between the 2 men [in the living room] as they fucked both ends roughly without stopping!

    The fucking seemed to go on forever [25, 35 minutes maybe…?], as my jaws tired and my asshole burned for over-usage! They hammered away at my holes, ramming their cock through my body without care or regard for my well-being! I knew I was just a cumdump to them [a means for them to get off in without regard]…but I was a human being also, deserving of some compassion!

    I wasn’t able to concentrate on any of the pains shooting through my ravaged body…as Adeem was behind me, holding my waist and pounding his big cock in deep and deeper with every stroke…!…while Raymond continued to choke me on his digging dick as it rammed in and out of my throat, battering its way through my ballooning neck!

    SLAP crashed Adeem’s large hand to my right ass cheek, causing my asshole to automatically tightened and squeeze around his thrusting cock! SLAP landed the hand on the left cheek, treating ‘it’ to exact punishment! He tanned my ass good as the slapping resumed for some time, with him alternating fucking me between slaps! I THOUGHT I heard the front open and close behind me…?…but I wasn’t sure because of all the ‘slap’ noises rising through the room!

    It wasn’t until I heard a distinct VOICE say: “What the fuck…?” that I realized we weren’t alone…!

    “What’s up, Darnell…?” asked Adeem, greeting his new guest while steadily driving his cock through my ass continuously! “You here for some of this pig-pussy, nigga…?” he asked, while slapping my ass HARD several more times!

    “Damn straight…” said ‘Darnell’, somewhere OUT of my view-scope [all I could see was Ray’s black pubic forest in front of me]! “…couldn’t pass up a chance to see this famous COP in action…!” he said [indicating that Adeem had been telling people about me]!

    “That’s the COP…? That’s wussup!” asked another voice, causing my blood to run cold!

    I let my eyes drop down towards the floor, then cut to my right to see [out of the corner of my eye] 2 sets of feet standing right beside me, watching me get fucked! I started to panic, struggling to break free from between my captors as Ray tightened his hands on my head [keeping me on his cock] and Adeem started to SLAP my ass harder, warning me not to move! I notice one of the sets of feet walking around behind Ray, moving to the LEFT side of me, dropping his pants down to his ankles! But then I glance back to the right of me and was SHOCKED to still see 2 sets of feet…!…indicating at least 3 men in the room with us! As confusion and fear sat in…Ray suddenly released my head and pulled his cock from my throat, slapping it across my face before getting up off his knees!

    I took that opportunity to look up and around to find 2 muscular dark-skin black men standing on my right, stroking their hard-ons and staring back down at me intensely…[one was definitely black: 6’1”, 210lbs, muscular, with a 9” dick; while the other (slightly lighter but equally dark-skinned black-man) seemed more Hispanic: 5’10”, 190lbs with what looked like a enormous 10” thick brown cock in his hand]!

    Adeem caught me looking and said…

    “Looking over yur menu, bitch…?” causing them all to laugh at me!

    “Meet Darnell and Rico!” he introduced, as I look back up at their faces [tearing my eyes from their cocks] to say ‘hello’! But instead of saying it back, they both leaned in towards me and SPIT in my face! Adeem laughed and slapped my ass hard!

    “Now say ‘hello’ to Jamal!” he introduced, as I looked to my left [while still getting my ass fucked raw by Adeem]…to find a smaller guy (maybe 5’9”, 160lbs and an 8” cock) staring back at me!

    I look up at him and say ‘hello’…only to be SLAPPED [hard] across the face for my efforts!

    “That’s hello ‘SIR’ to you, you fuckin’ lowlife pig!” he snarled, hatefully!

    Adeem never stopped fucking me as he continued to hold me by the waist and DIG his big hard cock in and out of my ass, stabbing me deep! One of the new guys (Darnell) got down in front of me, placing his hard cock in my face, pointing it at my closed mouth!

    I stared at it up-close, but did nothing to satisfy it, keeping my lips sealed as I refused to suck it! I wasn’t about to suck another stranger’s cock! Adeem noticed my reluctance and slapped my ass and TOLD me to suck Darnell’s dick! But still I didn’t move, refusing to cooperate! Adeem continued to fuck me, his thrusts growing harder and rougher [as punishment], jamming his cock into me and causing major discomfort as his pelvic bone slapped into my ass cheeks like a brick wall…!…but still I didn’t budge!

    “Suck his fucking dick, NOW!” yelled Adeem [invoking his authority], as Ray grabbed my head and tried to force me onto Darnell’s cock! I sealed my mouth shut, even as Adeem continued to RAM me hard! I could feel the stranger’s cock pressing in against my lips, trying to find the entrance into my oral cavity! Then Ray gripped my face in his hands, poking his fingers into my cheeks, prying my mouth open as Darnell found the entrance and shoved his 9” hard cock in! I thought about biting down on his dick, but knew something like that would result in a severe beating! I held my mouth open as Darnell grabbed my head and started to forcibly fuck my face fast and hard! Sandwiched between Adeem and Darnell [my gun and baton swinging back and forth, slapping against my hip, thigh, and stomach]…Raymond grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down on Darnell’s cock, forcing me to deep throat him!

    Jamal watched the action for a few minutes [stroking his 8” meat and awaiting HIS turn at my mouth], then moved in next to Darnell! Rico began stroking my ass, massaging the cheeks as Adeem pounded me senseless! In front of me Jamal moved in closer and tried to force HIS cock in my mouth also! Darnell pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in my mouth…as Jamal tried to pry the head of HIS cock into my mouth with him! I was suckling the heads of both cocks when I felt them starting to press MORE cock into my mouth, stretching my lips wider to accommodate them! I could feel the corners of my mouth starting to tear as their cocks moved in deeper, stretching me wider!

    Behind me I could feel Rico feeling and groping my ass, his fingers pulling at the cheeks, stretching them further apart for Adeem’s cock to go even deeper! I grunt and groan around the 2 cock in my mouth, feeling overwhelmed and used!

    “Nice culo you puto pig!” said Rico, forcing his fingers inside my asshole next to Adeem’s fast thrusting cock! Adeem was fucking me madly now, slamming his hips into me SO hard and fast that I thought his cock would punch clean through to my throat at the other end! Rico straddled my back [facing Adeem], slapping my ass continuously while Adeem fucked me ruthlessly!

    Raymond had been standing off to the side watching me get fucked by Adeem and the new guys, stroking himself at the sight of me on all fours, surrendering myself to them! He pushed Jamal and Darnell aside…then took their places at my mouth as he took over fucking my throat with his 10” monster dong! I’d was barely aware of what was happening, as the 2 cocks were ripped my from mouth as Ray forced his way back in my throat, holding my head in his hands and fucked my face with wild and rough strokes, jamming every inch of his cock into my mouth and throat, leaving no space untouched!

    With Darnell and Jamal kneeling on either side of Ray [slapping their wet cocks against my face]…Adeem turned up the heat a notch as he started hammering my ass extra-hard for a solid minute or more…, rough-fucking me [deliriously] before suddenly shoving his entire cock into me balls-deep and holding himself inside me! I could feel his cock pulsate and throb just before hosing my innards with his copious load!

    “ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!!!” yelled Adeem out load as he finally came in me, releasing a flood of gushing cum into my colon, his hot seed burning a liquid pool of lava in my guts as he bred me savagely [bucking wildly behind me]!

    At the same time Ray was steadily pounding away at my mouth and throat, building momentum as his bulbous cockhead ripping through my esophagus like a plow, mowing over soft tissue and flesh as he suddenly speared himself throat-deep into the curve of my neck and unleashed a torrent of hot sperm straight into my growling stomach!

    “ARRHHHHHHGGG SHIT…!!” he yelled, coming hard as his swelling cock pumped fresh cum into directly from his contracting balls!

    Adeem slowly pulled his cock out of my sore ass [leaving me empty]…as Rico stepped over me and got into position behind me! I could feel his hands all over my ass cheeks [I was already too exhausted to fight him], pulling them apart to get a good look at my well-fucked asshole! I felt him press his cockhead up against my just cummed-in anus and push straight into me…sliding in smoothly until he sank all 10 solid inches of thick Rican dick into my burning rectum, pressing his pubic hair against my cheeks, burying his uncut cock inside me as he ground against me!

    Rico started to fuck me as Raymond started to pull his long [half-hard] rubbery cock from my throat…, moving aside as Jamal immediately took his place at my mouth, shoving his 8” cock back in!

    Darnell stayed on the sideline [watching], rubbing his own leaky cock against my facial cheek while his friend fucked my mouth!

    I’m was now sandwiched between Jamal and Rico, as both NEW men use my mouth and ass while Adeem and Ray took seats on the sofa to watch!

    “Take this Boricua pinga you fuckin’ puto!” hissed Rico behind my back, holding onto my utility belt [for leverage] as he rammed his hips into my upturned ass with force, fucking me deep [using Adeem’s cum-load as lubricant]! “You gonna get this Puerto-Rican leche in that bitch cunt, asshole!” he growled, fucking me harder!

    Jamal had his hands in my hair, ramming his 8” cock in and out of my open throat, slamming his pube-hairs into my face with each stroke before suddenly pulling out to make room for his buddy! Darnell switched places with him as he suddenly rammed his own 9” cock back in my mouth and resumed fucking, running HIS fingers through my now sweaty hair as he gripped the roots and started to punish my throat with really deep hard strokes!

    The NEW guys fucked me front and back for nearly 10minutes, with Jamal and Darnell switching places every 3 or 4 minutes or so, each taking time to roughly ram my throat before pulling out [not wanting to cum too fast]!

    Rico was hammering my ass for the whole 10 minutes nonstop, building up speed as he slammed his hips into me a thousand times and counting! I could tell he was getting close to coming as his fuck thrusts became rougher and untamed! Soon he was pounding me so hard that Adeem’s previously spent cum-load was starting to froth outside my asshole, building up a whipped foam of sorts as some of the sperm drooled down over my perineum to drip off my swaying balls!

    Somewhere between Darnell and Jamal swapping places and Rico hammering my asshole…, I felt my mouth stretching wide again and both Jamal and Darnell pushed back into my mouth at once, stretching my lips open and widening the cuts in the corners of my mouth! This time the 2 males fucked deeply, both jamming their cocks between my open jaws, one ramming in while the other withdrew [and vice-versa]!

    Spit drooled down over my chin as the 2 men fucked my face at once! Hands held my head in place and pulled at my hair as my mouth was stretched wide and my throat fucked deep! Darnell was really ramming back and forth the deepest with his 9” cock, digging in further when I suddenly heard his trembling voice say: “Ohshit, I’m cumming…!” He held his cock motionless in my mouth as I felt it swell against my tongue…then thicken and pulsate before it started to pump fresh cum into my cavity! “Urrrhhhhhhh…!!” he grunted as he started coming, the gushes shooting forth and down the back of my tongue, spilling into my throat!

    Jamal was still fucking, HIS cock thrusting between the roof of my mouth and the top of Darnell’s spurting dick! He only managed a few extra thrusts before he too stopped in mid-stroke, saying…

    “Oh shit, bitch…eat all that cum…!”

    A second later I felt Jamal’s cock throb…then start shooting into my mouth as well, gushing out over Darnell’s cock and flooding my mouth to overflow as 2 enormous loads filled my oral cavity at the same time! I could feel the hot salty cum shooting into the back of my throat [trickling down into my esophagus] and spilling out the sides of my mouth [burning into the cuts in the corners], dripping off my chin and onto the floor in heavy gobs!

    I thought they had finished coming when they both pulled out…but they grabbed their dicks and shot the last spurts over my face, coating my lips, nose, cheeks, and eye…as one of their wads caught me off-guard! I tried to close my eyes in time, but one rogue wad caught me dead-center, burning into the socket like HOT SAUCE! I was still trying to get the cum out of my eye when Rico gripped my head by the back of my hair, yanking my head up and back!

    “Arrrrhhhhhhhhh…” he growled as he fucked me super-hard, pounding and bashing his pelvic bone into my ass, purposely trying to cause me pain! I was grunting and groaning in pain [especially with my eye] as he fucked and rammed me repeatedly, battering at my innards with his deep probing prick!

    Just then he yanked his cock out of my ass [releasing my hair]…then jacked the first 2 wads of cum over my ass as the hot streams launched from his flaring prick and hit my ass [bulls-eye] before ramming himself back in and finishing off inside me!

    “…ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG…!!!” he screamed as he came even harder, bucking madly behind me as he held onto my hips and waist for dear-life! I could feel the cum saturating my entrails with his torrent juice as I took the second breeding of the day!

    Rico kept his cock buried in me for a long time after his orgasm…while Jamal and Darnell cleaned their softening cocks off on my face and hair! I sucked the last droplet from the heads of their dicks with my mouth before they stand and move away!

    Rico pulled his spent uncut cock out of my ass and walked around to my head, pushing his flaccid prod in my face! “Clean it off, bitch!” he ordered, as I leaned in and sucked his cock clean, eating away all the foamy cum left behind from Adeem’s last load! Afterwards Rico pushed my face away and stood up, pulling his pants back up and tucking his spent prick back inside! The 3 men thanked Adeem and Raymond for a good time, telling them to keep them in mind for the NEXT gangbang! I watch as they all left together [just as they arrived]!

    I turn back towards Adeem and Ray…as they both point down at their soft cocks…! I know what they wanted…as I crawl over to them and start licking their sticky cocks clean as well…!

    “Yeah bitch…clean those dirty dicks…!” teased Adeem, as I sucked their cocks and balls to whistle proportions!

    “Open yur mouth…!” ordered Adeem, as I rose my head from his lap and opened my mouth for him! Adeem grabbed the stop of my head and leaned forward in his seat…moving his face in closer to mine…! I saw him purse his lips as he formed a big wad of spit in his mouth…then leaned in and SPIT it directly in my open mouth! “Eat it!” he ordered as I closed my mouth and swallowed his spit-wad!

    “Over here!” called Raymond, as I moved in closer to him! He too motioned for me to open my mouth [which I did, obediently], as HE leaned in and hacked SPIT into my mouth, making me swallow it!

    “Get the fuck out!” said Adeem [cruelly]…as I turned around, grabbed my clothes, then crawled back towards the door before getting dressed! I had just pulled my t-shirt and unbuttoned uniform shirt on…when Adeem said…

    “That’s enough! Put on the REST of yur clothes when you get to the car!”

    ‘ohmygod…’ –I thought, realizing he intended to send me outside half naked! I gathered up my pants, underwear, socks and shoes…then exited the apartment [as told], dashing as fast as I could out to my squad-car [keys in hand]! I could feel excess sperm drooling and dripping down the backs of my legs [escaping my anus], making me run faster! I quickly unlocked the car doors and jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled off before anyone could really see or SAY anything to me! I drove a few blocks away and pulled into an empty parking lot where I finished getting dressed and tried to clean the drying cum and spit from my face in the mirror, finally seeing how red and irritated my eyeball looked after getting cum in it [hoping it wouldn’t get infected]!

    I drove home as fast as I could, avoiding my wife at all costs as I locked myself in the bathroom for a much needed shower…! This couldn’t possibly be how my life would go for the foreseeable future…?


    This story was written by Eugene Marvin, aka NPhillydogg, AND Antonio Fernandez! It was heavily inspired by real-life events that happened to him personally.

    If you liked this story, please write me at [email protected] with your comments, questions, and suggestions.

    You can contact Antonio directly at [email protected] with any questions you have about his story and depiction.


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  • Cocksucker Hitch Hiker

    This story is not fiction. It’s based in my true life experiences, but I’ve combined two adventures here. Maybe the sub-title should be “Peter, Paul, and Marion.”

    The year is 1950. I’m Adam, a 22 year old college student. I stand 5′ 9″ tall, I’m blond, and think I’m cute. The way some girls and guys look at me confirms it. I attend a university in the city, but I live on a farm with my Dad 20 miles out in the country. I don’t own a car, because my Dad can’t afford to buy one for me. I don’t have a job. My studies and work on the farm take up all of my time.

    I’m muscular, but I don’t work out in a health club. My body developed naturally from heavy farm work. I ride to the city with my Dad in the mornings. My classes end at 2:30, and I don’t want to hang around the rest of the afternoon waiting for him to take me back home. So I decided to hitchhike home in the afternoons. I go to the edge of the city and stick my thumb out on the highway leading to our farm.

    Let me explain my modus operandi. Only men stopped to pick me upnwomen never. The drivers could see that I am farm schoolboy with books and probably no threat. Besides, in those days it was easy to hitch a ride. I developed a scientific routine. When a car stopped, I asked the driver how far he was going. He would answer “To so and so point.” That gave me a chance to get a good look at him. If I didn’t like what I saw, or there was more than one person in the car, I would reply that I was going farther and didn’t want to miss a later ride that would take me to my destination. They usually understood and drove off. If I like what was inside, I accept, even though often they weren’t going far at all. I sometimes rejected great-looking guys if they were only going a very short distance. I would calculate how much time I would need to accomplish my ends, and if it were insufficient, I sent them on their way.

    Once inside their car, on the passenger side, I begin my spiel. I quickly bring the subject to sex. If I see they are uncomfortable, I stop that conversation. If they open up, I press them further. I ask if a woman ever gave them a blow job. Many answer yes. I then ask, “How about a man?” Some admit they have, and others say they haven’t. If their reaction is hostile, I change to other topics. If they already had a man do it, I ask, “Want one now?” The answer is usually yes. For those who answer they never had a man do it, I ask if they would they do it if they had the chance. Again, a negative reaction ends the questions. If they reply yes, they would consider it, I close in for the kill. I enjoy sucking dick. It is like sucking energy out of people to sustain my well-being.

    It is easy to find little-traveled back roads where I can perform. Often, I make two or three conquests on the way home. Not one ever became belligerent afterwards. I choose people well. I estimate my success rate is six out of ten. I began to mark a calendar each day with a number representing my contacts. After a month or so, I was staggered how many had accumulated and I stopped keeping count.

    The day of this incident, I got lucky. After five minutes waiting in my usual thumbing spot, an older model car pulled up and stopped. I looked at the driver and boy was he sexy! He posed the usual question, “Where are you headed?”

    “I’m going home. I live off Mt. Washington Road.”

    “Well, I live a bit further, so hop in,” he offered. “My name is Pete.” He looked to be about twenty-eight years old.

    “Mine is Adam, it’s a pleasure.” I quickly got into my usual questions while admiring his masculinity. He admitted that a guy had sucked his cock once, and he enjoyed it.

    “I know a guy who will suck you off,” I said. He looked surprised and asked, “Who?”

    “He’s sitting right here beside you,” I answered.

    “You!” he exclaimed. “You don’t look like the type.”

    “Looks can be deceiving,” I retorted. I reached over and groped his basket. It began to swell.

    “I know a deserted road, we can go there,” he mentioned. We went down that lane and he pulled into the driveway of an abandoned farm.

    “It’s not too easy to do it in the front seat of your car,” I explained. “Why don’t we get out, you pull up the hood, and I’ll kneel down on the ground. If a car comes, alert me, and I’ll get up before it get’s too close.”

    “Sound’s great,” he rejoined. We got out of the car, and soon I was swallowing his entire prick, now fully hard.

    “Wow!” Nobody ever did that to me before, You are fantastic.”

    Pete shot very quickly, as they usually do, I couldn’t tell how heavy his load was, because it all went down my throat.

    After he zipped up he surprised me by saying, “Hey, I have a buddy who loves to get head. His name is Paul. I want you to meet him. He lives not far from here.”

    “I’m game,” I enthused, with my mouth already watering in anticipation.

    We shortly pulled into Paul’s driveway, who came out to greet us. He looked about the same age as Pete, with a similar muscular body.

    Pete introduced me to Paul, and remarked, “Hey, this guy is a cocksucker and he is great. Want a blow?”

    “Yeah, I’d like that, but my younger brother Marion is at home. He usually isn’t here at this hour. I don’t want him to know about it.”

    “Why not do it in the barn?” Pete suggested.

    “Great idea,” rejoined Paul.

    So off Paul and I went to the barn, and Pete went into the house to talk to Marion.

    Pete later told me Marion had asked him why Paul and I went to the barn.

    “They have some private business to take care of,” Pete explained.

    Surprised, Marion said, “I can’t imagine what kind of private business it could be. Paul doesn’t keep any secrets from me.”

    “Well, in this case he didn’t. You’re 18 now, so it’s time to learn the facts of life. That guy is giving Paul a blow job,” Pete told him.

    “WOW!” was all Marion managed to say at first. He hesitated for a few seconds, then asked Peter, “Hey, can I get in on the deal? I’d like to try it out.”

    “Well, I don’t see what not. I’ll explain everything to Paul when he gets back,” Pete answered.

    Paul and I finished our business, he thanked me profusely, and we went back to the house. As soon as we went in, Pete told Paul that he had explained the situation to Marion.

    A big angry, Paul admonished Pete, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

    “Well, he’s a grown boy now, so why not let him in our little secrets?” Pete queried.

    “You’re right,” said Paul. “But anyway it doesn’t make me very happy.”

    Peter turned to Marion and asked, “Well, do you want to go to the barn?”

    “You bet. Let’s go Adam,” Marion replied.

    . On the way to the barn I studied Marion more carefully. He was about five feet, nine inches tall, great natural muscles, cute, but somewhat shy. Once there, I suggested to Marion, “Let’s go up to the hayloft. You can lie back and relax on the hay, and I’ll do my thing.”

    “Sounds great,” he answered.

    When we got up to the hayloft, I said, “Since this is your first time, I want to give you maximum enjoyment. Take off your sneakers, pants and shorts.” By the time he got undressed, he had a hard dick. It was slightly longer than average, but with a beautiful mushroom head. His prick was ramrod straight. I hate to suck a curved cock. They are harder to deal with. A gentle breeze was wafting thru the open door to the hayloft. It reminded me of the Peter, Paul, and Mary song, “Blowin in the Wind.”

    I was determined to take my time with him, because he was a virgin. He was about to pop his first load into a mouth. I knew he would remember this blow job the rest of his life. I started by putting just the head of his dick in my mouth, and gentle squeezing it with my tongue. When it had some saliva, I went about twenty-five percent down his cock. Then I began a slow procedure of coming up, then each time going a bit further down, until I eventually reached his pubes. I noticed that he was watching my every move. I prefer the watchers. I don’t get turned on by a guy who just lays back still, seemingly oblivious to the blow job.

    I edged him until he pleaded, “Please make me come!” I put his hands on my head, showing him how to push it up and down on his cock. Then wham! He shot. He lay back on the hay to relax a bit, with a look of great contentment. He got dressed, and we returned to the house.

    When Marion and I returned from the barn, Peter asked me, “What is your phone number? I’d like to see you again.”

    I replied, “I don’t have a phone, but if you will drive me home, I’ll show you where I live. It’s not too far from here.”

    “OK, you’re on,” he answered. I thanked Paul and Marion, and Peter and I were on our way. When we got to the long driveway leading to our Victorian farm house, I invited him in. “Do you want to come in? My Dad has some great whiskey.”

    “Yes, I accept.”

    Once we were settled down with our drinks, he said, “You know, I’d like to go again.”

    I replied, “No, you mean that you would like to come again. That’s OK by me. I love your big dick. Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom. But this time I’d like for you to take your clothes off so that I can admire your great body.” And great it was.

    Once upstairs and he was undressed, I told him to lie on his back on my bed, with his legs hanging over the foot of the bed. This gives me an ideal position to perform my best. Surprisingly, he quickly shot a big load, although he had come only two hours earlier. When he dressed, I said, “You are welcome back anytime. But it has to be a week day during the afternoon, usually between 3:30 and 6:30. Or maybe I’ll run into you on the road again.”

    “I’ll be back. I sure do like that mouth of yours.”

    Fast forward two days. I was relaxing on my front porch, sipping a whiskey. A car that I didn’t recognize pulled into my extra-long driveway. I wondered who it could be. It wasn’t Pete’s car. When the car got to my house, who should step out but Marion. I was surprised. I waved to him, and when he got to the porch, I asked, “How did you find me?”

    “Pete explained where you live. It was easy to find,” he answered.

    “Welcome, I’m glad you came by. I guess you liked it the other time,” I offered.

    “You bet I did.”

    We did our thing again, and obviously Marion enjoyed the experience again. He soon went his way.

    So, what happened with Pete? He dropped by my house 3 days later with Paul, and a good time was had for all. All three guys have become regulars, and stop by now and again. Sometime it is after I have scored a conquest hitchhiking home from the city.

  • Project 2050

    “Ladies, gentlemen, the world population is now unsustainable, and drastic measures are required to reduce it humanely. To this end, Professor Ustinov has been working on a radical solution. One which will allow us to maintain the best breeding stock and gene pool  and breeding out undesirable characteristics without resorting to draconian methods.” The Chairman waved to the man at his side, “Professor, please explain your proposal.”

    “Mr. Chairman, thank you.” The professor rose and took his place at a podium. “The solution we have found is a radical one, and it may, initially, meet resistance from some religious leaders, but I believe these can be dealt with.” He put up a slide on the huge screen. “World population has now exceeded 15 billion and is still rising. Already we are seeing massive ecological damage in the poorer parts of the world and mass migration from them is increasingly threatening stability elsewhere.” He changed the slide. “Our studies of population control among animals revealed the fact that the vast majority control their numbers by the simple expedient of selective breeding among the males. The majority of male animals do not breed.” He smiled at his audience as a sigh rippled through them. “Those that do not, often practice complete abstinence, or, more commonly, a form of homosexual activity. Our study has focussed on this and we have now perfected the means by which we can screen a boy’s DNA to find the best genetic strains for the genepool and a way to alter the genes of the remainder to turn them into homosexuals.”

    There was uproar for several minutes.

    “The alternative before us,” the chairman shouted, pounding his gavel, “Is a cull of male children! That is even less acceptable!”

    Slowly a semblance of order returned to the conference room and the professor resumed his presentation.

    “The population can be managed down to a sustainable level, estimated at around four billion, and with careful selection, the overall gene pool can be improved and maintained.” He paused as a new slide appeared. “In several trials conducted over the last twenty years we have found several benefits for society as a whole. The first is that with less population pressure there tends to be less conflict and less competition between individuals. Bullying among children has all but vanished in some of the inner city areas now that heterosexual boys are a minority, typically around 10%.” He let this sink in and the murmuring subside. “We have also found that giving those boys switched to same sex preference enjoy a small benefit over their hetero companions makes the reorientation desirable for a majority. Their genitalia develop to a degree that causes envy, with the penis in particular averaging a flaccid length of eight inches and an impressive girth.” He smiled. “As you may imagine, erect it is even more impressive.” He waited for the nervous laugh to subside and smiled. “I can tell you none of the boys subjected to this trial have complained once they’ve discovered the benefits.” 

    This raised a further laugh and he waited until this settled before continuing with a superficial explanation of the manner in which certain genes were ‘switched’ and the manner in which this was achieved. “The key lies in the production of certain hormones and in the pheromone receptors that help us select sexual partners. By reprogramming a boy’s pheromone production we make him attractive to other males, and, of course, make other males attractive to him. This is, in part, achieved by a small genetic change which reprocesses his natural testosterone into progesterone.” He smiled. “That produces a pheromone that repels females, but attracts other males.” He let this sink in and decided not to mention the other effect, which was a raised libido and a predisposition to the development of some form of fetish.

    “Other benefits of the program for everyone include increased immunity to a range of diseases.” He enumerated the many other benefits that would flow, eventually, from adoption of this program, not least the conservation of the planet’s resources, the reduction of the threat of conflicts and stability. 

    When he sat down the Chairman invited the delegates to study the material before them and fielded a number of questions. Finally he called a vote.

    “It was a qualified success, Secretary General.” The Chairman smiled. “However, we got the vote we wanted. Now our agents can step up their campaigns at national level.” He handed over the Conference documentation and the minutes. “Now all we need is for the Security Council to declare this an Approved Global Security Directive.”

    “There will be resistance from a number of religious groups.”

    “Yes, particularly in the Middle East I expect.” The Chairman shrugged. “Our people are already at work to isolate and undermine the religious leaderships likely to cause problems. It will take time, and there may be bloodshed, but it is well in hand.” He spread his hands. “It is the only way we can save humanity and the planet, reason must prevail.” He smiled again. “Bribery also works in some areas. Some of the most overpopulated areas are already showing the reductions we need thanks to the trials we were able to set up in them.” He laughed. “Promise a dictator what he thinks he wants and he agrees to anything.”

    The Secretary General smiled. “Indeed. And, if they prove unreliable, they can always be removed.” He pulled the file toward him. “I don’t anticipate a problem with the Security Council. After all, we have worked to get our people into key posts on every delegation, and we already have the support of almost a third of national governments.” He laughed. “The rest will follow when the benefit becomes apparent, and those that don’t, well, they rely on imported food. It will not be difficult to ensure it brings a change of heart. I think Project 2050 will prove to be a turning point in human history.” He stood and extended his hand. “Well done, I knew you were the perfect man for the job, now we have a beginning. Within a generation we will have a new ‘norm’ in society and we will no longer be a minority afraid of ridicule and persecution.” 

    The Chairman accepted the handshake and laughed. “Yes, and we’ll have had the satisfaction of having saved the planet from overpopulation as well.” He walked to the door. “A pity I’m no longer young. I’d like to have lived in the society which I feel sure will arise from this.”

    The Secretary General nodded. “Indeed. What a prospect, a world society in which Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transsexualism is the norm. What a triumph it will be.”

    Second of October, my birthday. This year, 2144, my eighteenth to be precise, and I waited a little impatiently in the clinic with Rod, one of my ‘parents’, for my turn with the Project 2050 panel. The process had started four years earlier, when I had hit puberty and, according to the law, been tested, and given the first of a series of injections, now I was scheduled for the next stage, the final selection. If I was selected as a ‘breeder’ I knew I would immediately be removed to one of the breeder farms. Some guys seemed to think that was a desirable outcome, I didn’t, I wanted to stay with Rod and Clive and be like them.

    I was also aware that there was a growing resistance to the Project as it was called. Some parents were actually hiding their sons and trying to prevent them from being included. In parts of the world, there were civil wars being fought, and in the Middle East a full on war had been won in the early years with the almost total collapse of the religion there. Even so, as we learned at school, the casualties had been horrendous. It was a well known fact that most children born today anywhere in the world, were conceived at special breeding centres, and often fostered or adopted – as I was – by couples who raised us as their own. My ‘family’ was a typical example, though my friend Dennis had Lesbian parents. There was no doubt that the ‘Project’ was successful. The world population had been halved in less than a hundred years and the natural ecology was recovering. War – except where there was resistance to the Project, was almost unknown and even crime was falling fast, largely a result of further genetic engineering.

    “Nervous, Pat?” Rod asked gently, ruffling my hair.

    I grinned at him. “Nah.” Then a thought occurred to me. “Will I have a choice? I mean, what if they decide I’ve got the genes they want?”

    He chuckled. “Unlikely, kid, we’ve been over this a couple of times.” He patted my thigh. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Just answer their questions, you’ll get the shots and we’ll head home to enjoy your party.” The door opened and another boy emerged, a big smile on his face as he walked quickly to his parent. The queue counter clicked over on the bank of indicators. “Your number, Pat. Room 5.” Rod kissed my cheek. “Good luck.”

    “Thanks.” I stood now very nervous, and walked to the door with the flashing ‘5’ on it.

    “Strip and leave your clothes on the chair.” The attendant was male and young. He smiled. “Nervous? Don’t worry. There’s some water over there, have a small drink, it helps.” 

    “Thanks,” I stammered, then quickly stripped. I blushed as I realised that, as was happening more frequently now that I’d reached late puberty, my dick was stiffening with excitement. I accepted a drink of water and sipped gratefully, trying to hide my embarrassment.

    “OK, now, let’s make sure we have your details right. What’s your ID number?”

    “Two-one-two-six-five-zero-zero-four-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-two”

    “Uh huh. OK.” He turned the screen. “Your birthday today. Congratulations.” He flashed me a bright smile. “A day to remember. Check the details, have we got your name and everything else right?”

    I checked, they certainly had a lot on me – including my grades at school, my teacher’s reports and, of course, the medical assessment and gene data. “What does that mean – R1(b)1(b) hap 3?”

    “Just the population group and sub group you’re part of. It means you’re of European origin.” He smiled. “Ready?” He indicated my erection. “Don’t worry about that. They see plenty of them. OK, the panel is through there, they have all this data in front of them. They like to take a close look at the candidates, so just stand where they tell you and answer the questions they ask.”

    I gulped. “OK, thanks.” I opened the door and walked into the adjoining room to face four men and a woman seated in a semi-circle.

    “Welcome, Patrick.” The person at the centre of the arc of seats smiled. “Relax, we aren’t going to eat you.” The woman seemed to be in charge, and I guessed, from the way she spoke and moved, that she was a Lesbian. “Just stand on the mat in front of you with your legs a little apart so we can see you properly.” She waved to the others. “We are all doctors, two genetic biologists, one medical and two psychiatrists. It’s our job to select the candidates for the Breeder Farms – about 2% of those we see – boys and girls.” She smiled. “Do you hope to be selected?”

    I shook my head. “No, Doctor. I want to stay with my family.”

    They laughed. “A nice straight answer, but you do know that it is a great honour and privilege to be selected? That you’ll be kept in luxury for life?”

    I nodded. “I heard that, but I also heard you make the breeders train and work very hard all the time they aren’t resting.”

    They glanced at each other. One of the men asked, “So you think life is much easier if you’re not a breeder?”

    “No, sir, but I think it might be nicer to be with my friends and family.”

    Several nodded. “OK, though, of course, you’d have different friends and a family on the farm.”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “You understand that, as part of our assessment, we have to establish whether you wish to change gender if you are not selected?” The question came from the only other woman, who I now saw was a Transsexual.

    “Yes, ma’am.” I grinned nervously. “I think I’d like to stay a guy, ma’am.”

    They laughed, and the lady smiled. “You could be both, you know, a shemale. The choice is yours if we don’t select you.”

    “Yes, ma’am.” I shook my head. “I want to be male, ma’am.”

    She smiled. “Of course.” She indicated the screen to her right. “Your assessment suggested as much, but I have to check.”

    The man next to her stood and moved closer. “Now, I need to check a few things. It will mean taking a few measurements and examining your genitals.” The man walked round me. “Just relax, this will not take long.” He smiled as he moved closer, taking several instruments from his pocket. “Open wide, I need to check your throat.”

    Obediently I let him check my tonsils, larynx, ears, heart beat (excited!), my temperature and my swollen boy nipples. These he somehow managed to stimulate so they hardened, the small teats stiffening and sending interesting sensations through me.

    “Right, now we have to get a little more intimate, Pat. I have to check your scrotum and penis and your anal sphincter.” He smiled. “I see one part of you finds that exciting. Do you get stiff there often?”

    “Yes, sir.” I mumbled, blushing. “For a few years now – whenever I’m excited by something.” Like standing naked in front of an audience and being felt up by a sexy looking guy.

    They all laughed. “Natural, Pat. Relax now. You’re good and hard there, makes my checking easier.” He smiled, his hand was extremely gentle as he fondled my scrotum, then scrutinised my cock carefully, pulling back the foreskin to examine the glans. “Do you get a good issue when you play with yourself like this?”

    I blushed again. “Yes, sir.”

    They all chuckled. “Feels good does it?”

    “Yes, sir.” I managed a smile, and kept to myself the thought that it felt even better when Dennis had hold of it!

    “OK. Now, I need you to place your feet about eighteen inches apart, bend right over and hold your ankles. I’m going to insert a small probe into your anus.” He showed me a thing that looked almost like a metal penis with a small ‘head’ and long tapered tube connected to some kind of instrument. He smiled at my expression. “Most of the boys find it quite nice and rather exciting.”

    I swallowed. “Yes, sir.” I bent right over and took a firm grip of my ankles while he moved behind me. 

    “A little lubricant first.” His finger touched my anal opening and I felt the cool gel applied, making my muscle pucker at his touch. “Ready?”

    I jumped a little as the thing touched the tight opening of my anus and winced, then gulped as it parted my muscle and slid inside me. I bit my lip to silence the groan of pleasure that almost escaped me as it touched something inside me that responded with a pleasant sensation. He was right, it did feel good. Then it was sliding out again.

    “There, all done. You may stand up again.” He moved to his seat and nodded to the others, then entered something into the screen at his right.

    The others read the screens. The leader looked at me and smiled. “Well, Pat, you’ll be relieved to know you can go home. See the nurse on your way out. He’ll administer the inoculation and give you the date and place for your boosters.” They all smiled. “Good luck, and welcome to your future.”

    “So, that wasn’t bad, was it?”

    I grinned at the nurse. “No, I’m glad it’s over though. What now?”

    He indicated a sort of bench with knee rests and a padded top. “Kneel on the rests, lie over the padded part and grip the handles you see at the other end. This will take a couple of minutes. You get four injections, and a large pessary in your bottom.” He chuckled. “I must say, I enjoyed it when they did me – especially the pessary.” He showed it to me in its clear plastic package. “You’ll feel it inside you for at least the next twenty-four hours.” He winked. “Believe me, you’ll wish it was longer!”

    I gulped, staring at the thing. It was the size of a duck egg. “It looks very big!”

    “Yes, but it sits quite comfortably once its in. The shape makes it easier to put in, and it is well lubed, so it isn’t to bad. I’ll prep you first, so you’ll be ready to accept it.” He picked up a large syringe. “OK, this is the worst bit, I have to inject this into your perineum – that’s the bit of your cock that lies between you legs. It’ll make you feel a bit swollen and sore, but that goes quite quickly.”

    I felt the prick and sucked in my breath as the needle probed, then moaned through clenched teeth as the fluid was forced into me. The area between my legs felt enormous as he slipped the needle free, but my cock was rigid now and my balls seemed to be swelling as well.

    “Good lad. OK, now a shot in each cheek, then one in the neck and we can put the pessary in and you’re done for now.”

    The three injections were large, but I hardly noticed, my entire concentration on my crotch which seemed to be in the throes of a fantastic orgasm.

    “Having fun?” The nurse chuckled again. “Now we insert the pessary. First a little preparation.” His finger massaged my opening, working a generous amount of lubricant onto the opening. Very gently, his finger worked into the tight muscle, relaxing me as it felt really good. “OK, here it comes now.” 

    “Ooooh!” My eyes popped wide open as the thing was pushed against my muscle, stretched it, then suddenly popped inside me, my sphincter swallowing it eagerly. I moaned softly as it settled inside me, pressing on the inside sphincter and on my prostate. 

    “There, all done. Get dressed, and I’ll get you booked in for your boosters. You get two a year until your twentieth birthday.”

    Carefully I got off the bench, conscious that my cock was fully erect, stiffer than I’d ever experienced before. It stood proud and rigid in front of me. I could feel the pessary as I moved. “Feels very strange … er, will it stay there?”

    He laughed. “Oh yes. It has a medication in it that prevents its expulsion.” He smiled as he busied himself at the computer. “You’ll be randy as hell for about forty-eight hours, then your progesterone levels will stabilise. Oh yes, your nipples will be sore for a day or two as well, but after that they’ll be quite sensitive. They’ll get a bit bigger, how much depends on your progesterone levels, but nipple play will be great.” 

    I listened as I tried to get dressed, somewhat hindered by being heavily aroused. Even with my tanga on, my manhood remained upright and stiff, the foreskin, for the first time I could recall, fully retracted. I pulled on my shirt, then sat carefully to pull on my socks, slipped my skinny jeans up my legs and tied my trainers, then stood and finished doing up my fly and fastening my belt, conscious that my erection made itself obvious at the front of my pants.

    “Here’s your card. Don’t loose it.” The nurse smiled at me. “See you again in March for your first booster. Have fun in the meantime.” He paused, grinning. “Oh, and if you show your card at any of the gear shops you might be interested in, you’ll get a large discount.”

    “Thanks.” I took the proffered card. “What does all this stuff actually do?” My mind divided between wondering if I could persuade Dennis to visit one or two of the shops that stocked gear we wanted to try and his reply.

    He smiled. “It’s a little complicated, but here’s a booklet that will explain what you can expect and how it works.” He opened the door. “I think you’ll be fine.”

    I walked out of the door with a silly grin on my face, the pessary sending exciting sensations through my prostate as I walked, my tanga rubbing the swelling in my perineum and barely able to contain my erection now straining the front of my jeans. I no longer cared about the stares and surreptitious looks I was getting from some in the Waiting Room. I knew what I was, and I liked it.

    “See, I told you it would all be OK,” Rod rose to greet me as I walked across the crowded waiting room. “I guess a celebration is in order though – a double, your birthday and your start into your new life.” He glanced at the outline at the front of my jeans and smiled. “Looks like some new underwear might be needed as well.”

    “Yeah – and maybe some attention from one of my friends!”

    We laughed as he hugged me. “Sounds like you’re already well on your way.” He guided me toward the door. “Come on, we’ll be late for your party.”  

    My birthday was a blast. I’d opted to have a wetsuit party, insisting that everyone wear a wetsuit, so there was a real mix, and a lot of excited cocks on display. There were a few girls there as well, and some of them looked really good in their wetsuits, but, when it came down to it, the real action was boy on boy and girl on girl … 

    I lost count of the number of guys I relieved of their jizz, but was a bit sparing of my own. That was reserved for Dennis, who was staying the night. After seeing the last visitors out, Rod closed and locked the front door. Clive had already cleared up most of the detritus of the party.

    “Go on, you two,” Clive told us making shooing motions with his hands. He winked at Dennis. “I can see our birthday boy needs some specialist attention there. Better give it to him before he gets too frustrated.” 

    Dennis laughed, grabbed my hand and led me toward the door. “Now that’s an order I can’t wait to obey.” He groped my cock through the neoprene. “To bed, to bed …”

    I grinned. “Oh, Dennis,” I simpered. “I thought you’d never ask!”

    Pushing open the bedroom door, he steered me through it. “And I thought you didn’t want it.” His mouth clamped onto mine as I tried to retort, and our tongues entwined instead. We fell on the bed, our hands stroking, seeking, exploring. Our cocks crushed together as our legs entwined round one another. Somehow I was peeled out of my wetsuit in all this frenzy of foreplay and I barely registered my nakedness, focussed on at last being able to make love openly to my boyfriend.

    He’d obviously prepared well for this. From the start he was in charge, dominating me, enjoying my rampant cock, teasing my nipples, exploring me with his tongue, and slowly, cunningly, carefully, manoeuvred me into a spread eagled position with my ankles and wrists secured in cuffs with chains attaching me to the four corners of the bed. Kneeling between my knees he smiled down at me. “Now you’re right where I need you so I can make real good use of you.” 

    “Kinky,” I laughed. “But I love it.”

    He picked up something he’d hidden under the duvet. “First though, I’m going to hood you.” He reached forward and began to fit the rubber over my face and head, adjusting it so it left my mouth uncovered, but completely blinded me as he zipped it closed.

    “Hey, I can’t see,” I protested with a giggle. 

    “That’s the idea,” he replied. His mouth found mine again. “Now I can show you real bliss, and because you can’t see what I’m doing it makes it more intense.” His hand massaged my rampant pole. “Relax, this is going to get a load of attention and use.” 

    He was as good as his word. It was almost midday before we stirred, and then it was only to repeat the performance once we’d attended to the necessary toilet requirements. It was even later that there was a knock at the door.

    “Are you two love birds coming down for something to eat?”

    I was still chained to the bed, but I called, “Can’t, Rod. My lover has chained me up and is eating my cock.” I was hooded as well, but I heard the door open.

    “Oh dear, oh dear.” I heard Rod and Clive laughing. “Looks like we’ve got an over reaction to the converters. Dennis, you’ll have to restrain him properly so you can get some food into him.” I heard the sound of some heavy rubber being placed on the chair next to the bed. “If you need a hand, call.”

    Dennis laughed. “Cool.” The door shut and Dennis moved. “Oh boy, you’re going to love this!” He began releasing the cuffs, then stopped me removing the hood. “No, that stays on. Stand up.” His hand gripped mine and he guided me to stand. “Right, now just do what I say.”

    Obediently I stepped into what felt like thick rubber shorts, and allowed him to guide my cock and balls through an opening at the crotch. 

    “Now the plug.” He guided the tip of an attached butt plug to my sphincter. “OK, take a deep breath and relax.”

    “Erk!” I exclaimed as the thing stretched me. It felt a little slimmer than the pessary had, but it was longer and more tapered, with a thin ‘stem’ attaching it to the inside of the shorts. “Er, I think its pushing the pessary …”

    “Yeah, it will. I think you got a special one too.” He didn’t explain, but got busy pulling what I now realised was a rubber strait jacket suit onto me. He adjusted the arms and strapped me securely into the thing once he’d secured the rear zipper and over straps. 

    It was a touch on the small side and very tight on me, the butt plug forced deep into my boy hole. “Wow, this thing is sure restrictive,” I gasped as the plug moved against my prostate. My nipples were also being stimulated by textured pads that fitted directly on them. “Oh boy, this is turning me on like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

    He giggled. “Yeah. Now stand still, I have to fit your cock restraint. This going to be fun.”

    “For who?” I groaned as he slipped something hard and formed over my rampant erection and fastened it to the front of the suit. Now my balls were enclosed in something hard and moulded, and my cock standing up in what felt like a metal cage.

    “Oh, for the rest of us, of course,” he said with a laugh. “Stand still now. I have to get dressed as well.” 

    I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t see a damned thing anyway, so how could I move without risking falling over something? I giggled. “And miss the fun? Not likely.” I listened to him pulling on something rubbery and wished I could see it. The plug seemed to have pushed the pessary right up my back passage and it was making itself felt. So was whatever it was releasing. I felt strangely excited, sexually more aware and alert than ever. My whole body seemed to be tingling with sensations and the combined smells of male sex, rubber and whatever pheromones were loose in the room were turning me on like crazy. So was the feeling of total helplessness …

    “Right, ready.” Dennis gripped my elbow and steered me towards the door. “Your official coming out celebration is about to begin.”

    Downstairs, he led me to the kitchen. “Ta da!” He sang as we entered.

    “Hmm, he does look happy,” I heard Clive say, and I could hear relief in his voice. “Sit him down over here.”

    Dennis steered me a short distance and whispered, “OK, sit carefully. The plug will hit a few spots as you do.”

    I obeyed, gasping in surprise as the plug did indeed hit all sorts of triggers. “Oooh. Eeee.” I settled and gasped for breath. “Oh wow …”

    Someone fastened broad straps around my ankles, thighs and upper arms, fixing me to the chair. “OK, Pat, time to take the hood off and face the future.” Rod was obviously stood behind me, because his fingers were busy releasing the hood. 

    I blinked as the hood was removed. I grinned as things swam into focus. “Hi guys. Thanks for the party last night. What’s with this?” I looked round at the three of them as they grinned back at me. The table was laid for a great meal and there were vid cameras focussed on me.

    “Your acceptance party.” Rod smiled. “You see, as Project 2050 developed, it was realised that there needed to be some balance across the various types of Gay preferences, so they started ‘engineering’ boys toward certain fetish preferences.” He paused. “How do you like your current situation? Are you turned on by this?”

    I nodded. “Yeah.” I smiled. “And I sure hope someone plans to take advantage.”

    Clive smiled. “I think you can count on it.”

    “Yes, but first you have to tell us that you fully and unconditionally accept what your future treatment will make you into – a fully submissive rubber bondage slave.” He paused. “Think about it carefully. This is being recorded and watched live by the panel.”

    I swallowed. I liked the feel of the suit I was wearing. The plug made its presence felt in all manner of interesting ways as I sat there, my cock was rigid and leaking precum and I’d enjoyed a night of fabulous sex. Now I came to think about it, the thought of being kept in rubber, bound for sex, required to pleasure a master when, where and how he wanted, was turning me on something fierce. “What must I say?”

    “Do you accept a future as a rubber bondage slave whose only purpose is to be a rubber sex object and to please and satisfy a master?”

    I nodded. “Yes. Yes, Rod and Clive, I do.” I smiled. “When do I start?”

    They smiled in relief. “You already have. Now, let’s eat.” 

    Dennis fed me carefully, then I watched as they cleared the table. “What is this all about,” I asked.

    “It’s the extension of the Project,” Clive told me. From tomorrow you’ll be attending a new school – one to prepare you for your new role.” 

    “But I thought the Project was just about controlling the population?”

    “It is, but,” they glanced at one another, “from the start there has been a second purpose. To select, breed and develop special boys for special roles in fetish tastes.” Rod smiled. “You’re one, and when you’re trained, we’ll be your controllers.”

    I nodded. “OK, I like that.” A thought crossed my mind. “Is that why I’ve got this big pessary inside me?”

    They laughed. “Yes, plus one or two more things.” He glanced at the others. “It is boosting certain hormone effects in your system, making you more submissive and will make your cock grow a lot bigger.” He grinned. “You’ll have spectacular equipment. The conversion of around seventy percent of your natural testosterone production to progesterone, will push your libido up as well.”

    I grinned. “Well, that seems to be working.” I thought a moment. “Isn’t progesterone a female hormone?”

    “Yes, it is. It will make your nipples grow quite a bit, but it has another more interesting effect on males.” He grinned. “It keeps you on a sexual high as well as making you much more compliant for your partner.”

    “So that whole selection thing is a charade? This whole project is just to breed boys who like cock, bondage and man sex? I’ve been bred for this?”

    Rod and Clive exchanged glances. “More or less, but it isn’t entirely for show. Some boys don’t develop as planned, no one knows why.” Clive continued. “You have to be tested, and if you’re among the one percent who don’t follow the curve you do go to a breeder farm.” He sat facing me. “You see, the Project had an unintended consequence. At first no one noticed, but by the third generation it couldn’t be ignored and they haven’t been able to reverse it.” He took Rod’s hand. “There was a lot of resistance to it in the early years, so they resorted to compulsory conversion by secret means. Foods were laced with the agent that causes the changes. The idea was to target the most resistant communities – but it got out of hand.” He waved a hand. “Population crashed. There almost wasn’t a third generation. That’s when the farms were set up. But there was still a larger problem. A lot of the relationships that resulted were very abusive, partly because the men – and some women – blamed the changes on their partners. So they introduced a new breeding program, but they also introduced the school system we now have, and the selection process.” He smiled. “It’s worked well. Population is now stable at two billion, poverty is unknown, war is a thing of the past, so is hunger and quite a lot of disease.”

    I nodded. “So everyone says.” I grinned at them. “So I’m going to be taught to be someone’s sex toy?” I squirmed in my restraints, enjoying the sensations as the pessary repositioned and the dildo moved, and giggled. “Sounds hot.” I grinned. “And feels fabulous.”

    Dennis laughed. “It will be.” He grinned. “We start tomorrow.” He winked. “I can’t wait.”

    I stared. “But you …”

    He giggled. “Yes, but I was obeying orders.” He smiled. “But they were orders I really, really wanted to obey, Pat.” He turned to Clive. “Master, Clive, please put me into my punishment restraints.”

    Ten minutes later he joined me in being strapped to the chair, like me wearing a heavy rubber strait jacket suit, but now fully hooded, gagged, and with his cock secured in the heaviest chastity device I’d ever seen. 

    We were prepared for the school next morning with the school’s uniform. I wondered why I’d never noticed it before, as it was quite striking, with thick black rubber ‘sailor fly’ jeans fitted with a reinforced codpiece, tight on the leg and crotch and moulding to our butt cheeks, divided by a stout rear zipper. Thick soled boots with stiffened legs reaching our knees made our feet clumsy, prevented running and made us mince our steps as we walked. Beneath the jeans we wore chastity belts. Our shirts, of a rubber based micro fibre, clung to our torsos and this was overlaid by a ‘slave’ harness.

    I grinned at Dennis. “Looking sexy there, mate.”

    He returned the grin. “So do you.” He giggled, a sign he was nervous. “I’ve seen a few guys in these outfits around, but I never thought I’d be lucky enough to wear one.”

    “I’ve never seen anyone in it, where were you then?”

    He grinned. “Remember Bruce? The big guy everyone drooled over when we were still twinkies?”

    I nodded. I remembered him alright. He’d been a real hunk.

    “Well, he lived next door to me. I often saw him in it.” He giggled again. “And a few other even kinkier outfits when he was being punished.” His grin was back. “He’s now one of the Junior Trainers there.”

    I felt my interest twitch in it’s prison. “But I’ve never seen anyone on the street like this.”

    “No, because you travel to and from school from now on in a special transport.” Clive entered the room, smiling. “And you’ll only go to town dressed like this on school outings. At home, you’ll have a special outfit the school determines and you’ll wear ordinary clothes over that if you go out with us in future.” He glanced at us both. “Ready? Your transport is at the door.”   

    The ‘transport’ was a plain minibus, with heavily tinted windows. The interior was an indication of what we were to be trained to. The seats for its ‘passengers’ were designed for strict and inescapable bondage. We joined eight other boys in the interior, submitted to being strapped down and to being muzzled with a hefty muzzle harness. The only thing I could move was my eyes and I used them to study my companions, most of whom were doing the same thing. The bus made two more stops, then took the road out of town. 

    College and university was never going to be ordinary or boring for us now.

  • A Knight’s Secret

    Liam stretched, his shirt riding over his chest and abs. It was cold and the night sky above him was checkered with stars and a large full moon. There were only two tents near his. He didn’t know the others that well. They were new to his group. Outside one was a raven-black haired nineteen-year-old, Robin. Next to him was Liam’s boyfriend, Idris. The two looked alike in body type. Both lean and tall. Both had dark hair and bright eyes. Both had bubble butts that Liam had spent a fair amount of time examining.

    Liam had never explicitly told Idris what he usually did when he was out exploring with the other knights. Not that Idris didn’t know but the specifics were more or less of a secret. Though, Liam hoped that the four of them could engage in some fun tonight. He was optimist Idris would be game. It wouldn’t be their first orgy.

    Hayden stood outside the other tent. While Robin and Idris were thin shirts that hugged their bodies, Hayden was nothing but white cotton underwear. Hayden was tanned and muscular, his back outlined with muscles and firm to the touch.

    “Why are we here?” Idris asked letting his eyes wander to Liam’s abs.

    “King Damian ordered us to be at the border.” Liam shrugged. Liam had already made a deal with the king they shared a border with after a passionate night. King Auberi had agreed to play nice for the week. Liam was looking forward to the vacation.

    “There’s nothing to do,” Hayden said making his way toward them. Robin followed and soon they all were outside Liam’s tent. Hayden’s abs and biceps glowed in flickering fire lights.

    “I wouldn’t say nothing,” Robin responded allowing his eyes to linger on the outline of Hayden’s dick.

    Liam felt his own dick respond. Hayden was semi-hard while Robin had tugged his pants down to tease the top of his ass. Liam noticed Hayden’s dick twitch upward in response, pulling at his underwear.

    Liam went to ask Idris if he was interested in what was clearly about to happen. Idris was already walking into the tent. When Liam opened the flap to follow him, he found Idris standing naked in front of the pillows at his feet.

    “Am I doing this alone?” Idris asked looking Liam over. Liam undressed himself knowing complete well Hayden and Robin were looking at them from the open tent flap.

    Liam met Idris, the two embraced kissing one another frantically. Liam could feel every lean muscle in Idris’s body rubbing up against his own. Liam felt Idris’s hot breath down his neck and chest before he felt the warmth of Idris’s mouth against his dick.

    Liam felt hands run over his chest and looked back to see Robin standing behind him. He was completely naked, his long dick was erect with drops of precum dripping from the tip. Hayden was naked too, his thick dick in hand. Hayden dropped to his knees and pushed his face between Robin’s ass cheeks and began licking.

    Robin moaned and dropped to all four’s his ass pointed into the air for Hayden. Liam stood and laid against the pillows raising his legs. Idris licked his hole gently before devouring it. Liam felt Idris’s fingers in him, gently pushing in and out. Robin and Hayden had already gone to the next stage.

    Hayden was pushing his dick in and out of Robin who remained on all fours. Robin’s erection swung back and forth with every thrust of Hayden.

    “I want you in me,” Liam moaned to Idris. Idris kissed him, letting his tongue explore the depths of Liam’s mouth.

    Liam gasped as he felt Idris enter him, pushing his dick into him with a slow thrust. Idris grabbed Liam’s ass and moved it down and began thrusting rhythmically into him. Liam pulled Robin to him and kissed him, feeling Robin’s body roughly move against his lips as Hayden fucked him. Hayden and Idris’s hands ran over one another’s bodies. The two stared at one another and matched their thrusts so Liam and Robin were fucked at the same pace.

    Hayden took Robin in his hand and began jerking him off. Robin’s moans echoed through the tent, his breathing quickening. With a final shudder, he let loose a stream of cum on the floor.

    “I’m there too,” Hayden moaned. Hayden thrust himself roughly in and out of Robin, his abs contracting. With a few final pants, he pulled out and let a stream out over Robin’s back and ass.

    Liam could feel his own mounting orgasm. He brought his lips to Idris’s and the two kissed one another. Idris’s hands explored Liam’s body before resting on Liam’s balls. Idris tugged at them gently while licked down Liam’s neck. The sensation combined with Idris’s dick thrusting forcefully into him was too much.

    Liam came over Idris’s chest covering his dark skin. Idris moaned quietly into his ear increasing his pace. Liam raised his legs more to allow Idris to go harder. Idris pulled out and with a final moan covered Liam’s chest.

    The four kept panting, the tent smelling of sweetness and sweat. Robin curled himself into Hayden’s arms. Hayden held him gently. Idris pulled a blanket over himself and Liam and the two curled into one another.


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  • Leaf Raking Plus

    “Andre, Andre, Andre,” Emily murmured. She raised and moved an arm around my neck and turned my face to hers for a kiss. I was holding her, face down, underneath me, with an arm wrapped around her belly, holding her up off the surface of the bed. I was still working her clit with the fingers of the other hand. She was trembling and jerking under me and I was tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing, deep inside her, making sure she was getting every drop of the cum inside her.

    We were trying for another one, although I had no fucking idea why—other than it was what Emily wanted. We already had a baby girl, Edith, which had ended my athletic scholarship college two years short of graduation, which I was trying to make up for at night. But Emily wanted another one to keep Edith company, and she wanted them both to have the same father so there wouldn’t be any relationship issues down the road. So, we were fucking up another one. And, no, we weren’t married, nor did we live together. After I’d knocked her up by accident, she decided that I was good enough to be the father of her kids, but not her husband.

    My cellphone, sitting on the nightstand beside Emily’s bed, started buzzing, the sound enough to wake Edit up in the crib on Emily’s side of the bed, and Emily was rolling out from underneath me and going to the crib with a muttered, “Shit.” She picked the baby up and took her out of the bedroom while I put the cellphone up to my ear.

    “Yeah, Tony, what’s up?” I almost laughed. I was still up myself. I didn’t have any trouble in that department. Maybe if I hadn’t kept it up, in more than one mode, during my college days, I’d be graduating next year and going on to a masters in landscape architecture.

    “Have you given thought to what I said you could do to make a lot more?”

    Tony had been in college with me, a couple of years ahead of me. We’d partied together. He knew what I’d do. Or what I’d do before I’d tried settling down and remaking my life with a family. I was working on Emily to try to make a go of it together. I wanted the kids she insisted on having to have normalcy. I’d done what I could to convince her. I’d restricted the mode of partying, and that hadn’t been easy. Emily continually said it wasn’t necessary, either—that I was what I was and that didn’t matter much to her.

    “Yeah, but I don’t know,” I answered Tony.

    “It’s a lot more money. You could use more money, couldn’t you?”

    “Who couldn’t?” I asked. “I have a kid to support now, though. I have to try to be a father.”

    “You have a kid because you couldn’t keep it in your pants with women. Because basically you don’t want to keep it in your pants no matter who you are puppy dogging around.”

    “I said I’d think about it, Tony. I will.”

    “We’re working in Inglecress today. You’ll be able to make it on time, won’t you?”

    “I’ve got plenty of time,” I answered. “Someone called me out of bed really fucking early this morning.”

    “Ha, ha,” he said. “Bring a rake. You’re on rake duty and I don’t have one in the truck.”

    “Yeah sure. I’m clicking off now, Tony.”

    Emily was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, naked and with the body of a goddess. I remembered now how and why I’d wound up in this one-bedroom apartment in subsidized housing that wasn’t even where I bedded down most nights. If only I could limit my desires—either way. I’d been more organized in life if I’d known there would be a woman like Emily and that I’d pursue the pussy. What I’d been working on would have made everything so much easier. Did I regret it? Sometimes yes. Today, this morning, viewing the naked, young, ripe mother of my daughter standing in the doorway, cuddling a thankfully sleeping baby? No, not at all.

    “You’re hard again I see,” she said.

    “I’m always hard for you, Emily.”

    “It’s an optimum time, Andre. The best time of the month for me.”

    “Put the baby back in the crib. Try to keep her sleeping.”

    I was on my knees, hovering over Emily, who was under me, my arm encircling her waist, holding her pelvis off the bed, her torso reclining to the mattress. I was dipping with her, my free hand resting on her brow, the fingers worked into her blonde curls, holding her head to the bed, while I kissed her on the lips and the nipples and fucked her deep in a missionary, working her hard, breeding her, working on another baby.

    Another baby I had to worry about affording. But a baby Emily wanted, for what admittedly were practical reasons, with the same father, no matter how unsuitable he was for more permanence. She did admit, though, that I had good-looking genes.

    As she liked to do to start, Emily reached down and grasped my cock in both hands, positioned it, rubbed it against her clit and panted, and then moved it down and thrust up into it, impaling herself. Once saddled I took over the thrusts.

    “Oh, baby! Yes, yes. Right there. Just like that. You’re such a stud.”

    Why, yes, I am. I can be, with women.

    Both of us concentrated, moaning and whispering terms of endearment and what was satisfying and what was more satisfying to each other as the shaft worked its magic and the thrusts became urgent.

    “Andre, Andre, Andre,” Emily moaned as I tensed, jerked, and released; tensed, jerked, and released; tensed . . .

    Maybe I’d be late for work out in Inglecress this morning after all.

    * * * *

    “Wake up Andre.” I came out of my daydream with Tony pulling on my arm. “He’s in the window, looking at us. Everyone needs to look like they are working flat out. No, don’t look. He’ll know we’re talking about him.”

    “Look, don’t look. Which one? Which window?” I said. I was irritated that Tony had caught me thinking about my troubles and zoned out. I was the rake guy of Tony’s seasonal leaf-removal business. The other guys were on the blowers and I was working the stubborn areas with a rake. We were working on the wooded lot of a high-end house in the Inglecress enclave. The house belonged to Neal Barringer, owner of a string of power gyms in this and surrounding towns. Presumably he was the one in the window, watching us work.

    What I’d been thinking of were two intersecting issues. Before I’d left Emily’s apartment that morning after a rare night in her bed because, according to her, she needed another kid from me and I owed her one and before Emily took off to the sitters and her job at a nursing home, she’d asked me to stop at Goodwill on the way home from work today and see if they had any fake Christmas trees I could get for her. She said she didn’t have the time or money to decorate for Christmas, just under four weeks off now.

    Not that I had the time or money either, but I didn’t want Edith to start missing Christmas right off the bat, so I said I would. We couldn’t really afford a blade of grass between us, even with our three jobs—Emily’s as a nurse’s aide at the old folks’ home and me as a groundskeeper during the week at the university—the same one I was going to when my life got upturned—and then with Tony’s lawn care seasonal businesses on the weekends and holidays. Today was Saturday. I couldn’t see Goodwill having any trees left to sell after Thanksgiving and before Christmas, but I agreed to check.

    What I really needed was some extra money coming in for Christmas. It wasn’t just a Christmas tree Emily and Edith needed. Thank God Edith wasn’t old enough to know she should be getting presents at Christmas.

    And this need for extra money was where the separate thoughts that had me zonked out intersected. I was still mulling Tony’s offer of getting me extra money. He knew Emily and I were strapped at Christmas. And he also had known me in college before Emily and I had gotten into trouble and what I’d been into then. His seasonal businesses had a lucrative add-on service and he was offering to cut me in to that.

    He was offering to cut me into that here, today, at Neal Barringer’s house. It was quite a decision to make, though, and I had to try to separate out what I wanted to do from what I should do. It didn’t help when I took the chance to look at the house and then at the man in the window, if he was still there. I’d never met Neal Barringer before. I had no idea what he looked like, although Tony told me that he did the TV ads for his gyms himself, so that told me something right there.

    When I looked at the window, a huge wall of glass overlooking the wooded front lot, I saw that he—or at least a man—was still there and that he was looking at me. Tony had told me that the man had signed up for the extra service and that I could have the job if I wanted it—that Barringer had been shown the portfolio of the guys working for Tony and had picked me out as the Number One choice.

    He was standing on the other side of the window just in long sleeping pants that looked like they might be for Christmas. They were a dark blue with large white snowflakes on them. He had a coffee cup in a raised hand, and he was looking right at me, and smiling. Just that was enough to made me tremble and start to stir below. I had no trouble seeing how he would be a winner in doing his own TV commercials. He was probably better at advertising his product, which was in honing and maintaining bodies beautiful, than any actor they could have found would be. Any guy looking at the commercial would be invited to think he could look like that at forty plus himself.

    He wasn’t young, maybe forty or a little above, but not being a twenty-something athletic-cut stud was being set on its ear by being a forty-something athletic-cut stud. I don’t know for sure what color hair he had because he had a marine buzz cut and was smooth shaved everywhere I could see. He had the muscular, bulging biceps and pecs torso of a warrior god. The sleeping pants hung very low on his waist, accentuating how ripped he was and showing a line of pubic curls that seemed to be a reddish auburn as seen through the window glass.

    I suppose my jaw had dropped in seeing how cut he was, because I saw him laugh and raise his coffee mug, seemingly to me. I thought I also saw a hand go down to frame his basket.

    “Is that him? Neal Barringer?” I asked Tony out of the corner of my mouth.

    “Yeah, that’s him. The gym king. Really something, right?”

    “Yes, really something,” I said. “And he chose me out of your lineup?”

    “Yep. And we both know what you like—or, rather, what you liked before you thought you wanted to go completely straight. So, are you on? You’ll go in to get the check for the service when we’re done?”

    “I guess I can. No promises, though, beyond picking up the check.”

    “Yeah, right,” Tony said, and laughed. He turned his blower back on and went back to work.

    * * * *

    “I’ve written two checks here. I’ll give you one and tear up the other one. This one’s for $400 for the leaf removal, plus a tip for the crew. The other one’s for $700 for the leaf removal plus service Tony Finelli told me was available. Your name is Andre, right? It’s your pick on which check I give you. The extra service arrangement is fine with me. But maybe you’d like to come in and have some refreshments before you choose. If so, you can take your boots off here and come on in to the living room. Coffee’s OK? Or something stronger? A beer maybe?”

    “A beer would be great, thanks,” I said, pulling my boots off and leaving them by the door. Although it was the fall leaf removal we were doing and it was after Thanksgiving already, the temperature had come up and I was in a T-shirt and athletic shorts.

    Following Neal Barringer’s monologue, he’d padded off into the house, presumably to the kitchen to fetch a beer or two. He was still just in the navy-blue sleeping shorts that hung low on his hips. He was barefoot.

    I drifted into the living room, which was two steps up from the lower foyer, where the entrance to the house was and an upper foyer, which doorways into various rooms and a staircase to an upper level were located. It was a really classy, expensive-looking house.

    The living room was its own wing of the house. It had that nearly full-wall window out onto the wooded front yard, which showed a trimmed-out garden now that we’d spent much of the day removing the leaves. Azealia and rhododendron bushes provided a base of foliage under the trees. The land sloped down to the street, which was hidden from view by the bushes. It was like we were completely isolated in a wooded paradise when we actually were in a development just outside of town.

    The loveliness of nature outside contrasted with the spare but lush Oriental-style furnishings in the living room. The front yard was terrific and the backyard, which was accessible on the opposite side of the living room through French doors was even more like a park, with Japanese maples added to the azaleas and boxwoods, a high ivy-covered wooden fence surrounding the yard, and stone and brick patios swirling around a swimming pool and koi pond. The living room was dominated in one corner by a baby grand piano and the opposing corner by a seven-foot decorated and lit Christmas tree. In the space between them, two sofas sat facing each other, set on a gigantic Oriental rug and with a large Chinese Chippendale-style rosewood-finished teak coffee table between the sofas. Barringer had placed the two checks on the coffee table, which was otherwise clear. Drink coasters were placed on the surface of side tables at each end of the sofas, so I assumed the coffee table was meant to be left bare.

    “This is really a nice place,” I said as Barringer padded back into the living room. “You live here alone?”

    “Off and on,” he said. “Sometimes I have a guy living with me. I like having young, in-shape guys around me. No one’s with me at the moment, though. Tony tells me that you are a player.” The transition was rather bald. There wouldn’t be much build-up conversation here—and I hadn’t made up my mind yet. When Barringer had returned he was handing me a beer. I was standing by the coffee table, unsure of whether I was supposed to sit or not. “Please, sit in that sofa. I’ll sit in the other.” He sat in the sofa backing on the front window, so I took the one facing him.

    “I was active in college—both ways,” I said, returning to the question he’d asked me about being a player. “But I calmed down. Sort of attached now, with a child. I’m trying it out.”

    “And not making a lot of money, I take it,” he said as he sat in the other sofa. He took a swig of beer and, quite nonchalantly, lowered the front of his sleeping pants to hook under his balls, and held a thick, long cock in three-quarters erection in the other hand. He stroked himself as we talked. I could see now that he had reddish-auburn hair. I had no trouble understanding which of the checks he wanted me to accept.

    “I wasn’t able to finish college, and I have trouble making ends meet, yes. I work as a groundskeeper at the university—I was studying landscape architecture when I had to drop out of college. I enjoy working in the gardens, so it’s a good enough job for me at the moment. And Tony helps me out by using me in his seasonal lawn care business. It would be nice to be making a bit more, though.”

    “How old are you, Andre?”

    “Twenty-one. I’ll be twenty-two the week after Christmas.”

    “Sweet. Good-looking, really nice body from what I can see. And you take cock, Tony says.”

    “I fucked the girls in college, but the men fucked me, yes,” I answered. “But it’s been a couple of years.”

    “It’s like riding a bicycle. You can always get back on. Tony says you are a submissive bottom and took some big cocks when he saw you in action in college. He said the guys couldn’t get enough of you. I admit that I find you quite attractive—and arousing. I enjoyed following you around with my eyes today as you worked. You move gracefully. You have a nice smile and seem to get along well with the other men. You’re very good looking. You look like you have a great body. I’d like to fuck you. Could you stand and strip slowly and show me what you have—what you can offer me?”

    It was all so matter-of-fact. Was this how rent-boys conducted their business with men—talking and acting that it was a foregone conclusion that the rent-boy would lay down and open his legs for the john? I had thought this was all crazy when Tony told me about what the “plus” meant in the lawn care services he said his company offered. My immediate thought was “no way.” But it was Christmas and I needed the money—we needed the money. There was a difference of $300 in the checks he’d written. Tony’s cut was a third, so I could make the fifty for the raking plus a $200 bonus for just today—for doing what I’d been aching to do anyway. I could go back to Emily’s with a nice Christmas tree and presents for Emily and Edith too. And that wasn’t all. I’d missed it—the bi life. I couldn’t say that this man wasn’t turning me on.

    I stood and slowly stripped and stood there, giving him a full frontal, until he motioned for me to slowly turn, which I did.

    “Well, look there. You’re hard. So, you’re interested. Such nice slim hips too. I love a young man who has good muscle tone on top and a slim waist and hips. I own and operate men’s gyms, you know—and specialize in getting men into stud shape.”

    “Yes, I know,” I answered.

    “But if you came into my gym, I’d have to tell you there wasn’t anything I could or wanted to do with you other than fuck you—that there was no messing with perfection.”

    I blushed. “The outdoor work helps,” I said, lamely, not able just to take what was a supreme compliment. Of course, the man wanted to fuck me, so he’d be free with the compliments.

    “Those slim hips. You have taken a big cock before, haven’t you? I like getting it all in.”

    “Yes.” He knew I could see what he had. He was fully erect now under the work his hand had put into stroking himself.

    “Nice,” he said. “I’m sold. The checks are there in front of you. Hand me the one you don’t want. If it’s the one for $400, I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll give you fifty for jacking me off with a hand job. I’d like to fly you, though. Which check?”

    I hesitated, but I picked up the $400 check and handed toward him. He smiled. “Bring it to me, and go down on your knees to me. Suck me.” I handed him the check for the lesser amount, he tore it up, and I sank down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.

    Barringer lay back in the sofa, cradled my head between his hands as I licked and teethed and sucked and deepthroated his thick, long, throbbing shaft. I could tell I was doing it fine because he kept murmuring, “Yes, yes. Like that. So nice. So fine.”

    I found out why the coffee table was cleared off. He fucked me on the table. I lay on my back, holding my legs raised and spread, while he played with my cock with his mouth and licked, cupped, and squeezed my balls. I panted and moaned for him, which he said he liked. Then I pulled my legs up above my head and rolled my pelvis up, while he knelt behind me between the sofa and the table and ate my ass out, taking his time to open me up for his thick shaft.

    Still, when he was hovering over me, holding my legs open himself, and looking intently down into my face, it required much effort and panting, moaning, and groaning on both of our parts for him to bury the cock inside me. When he was in deep, he held, as we both waited for me to open up fully to accommodate him and for him to sink in deeper. When I was open to him and the muscles of my channel walls were rippling over the hard shaft, he started to pump—slow at first and then faster and faster and faster. He was in great shape. He could piston me and keep it up for what seemed like an eternity.

    It had been so long that I’d forgotten the pleasure I got out of a man possessing me fully, filling me, and working my channel. Of everything I’d done, every which way I went, this—this—being fused with a built, big-cocked man who moaned to be inside me, to possess me fully, was what sent me to and over the moon.

    When he was in and pumping, he released my legs and I wrapped them around his lower back and moved my hands to digging my nails into his shoulder blades, humming, and putting my hips into motion with the rhythm of the fuck. He was right; it was just like getting back onto a bicycle after a long time off. I knew how to become one, melded fucking machine with a guy. I worked my cock with my hand and came a good ten minutes before he stiffened, grunted, and shot his load. And then another one and another one. On top of everything else, he was virile.

    He had barebacked me. Neither of us had thought of taking the time to sheath up, although I saw that there were a couple of packets of condoms and a tube of lube beside his beer can on the side table of the sofa he’d been sitting in.

    He remained hovering over me, inside me, until he’d gone flaccid. And then he pulled out, stood, laughed, and said, “Our beers surely have gone flat. I’ll get us another one.”

    I was standing by the table when he came back, too sweaty and with cum from both of us dribbling down my thighs. I didn’t want to sit in his nice furniture and get it soiled.

    “That was nice; nicer than I thought it would be,” he said, as we stood close together, lifting fresh beers with one hand and fondling each other with the other hand. He frotted our cocks together. I was no slouch in that department, but his cock dwarfed mine. “After the beers, I want to take you upstairs and work you over.”

    “OK,” I said.

    He did. It was some sort of workout room he took me to, though, not his bedroom, and he worked me over for two hours on a wrestling mat beside a full-mirrored wall. The ceiling over the mat was mirrored too, and we both obviously enjoyed watching two beautiful bodies sexing each other from various angles while we fucked. He took me in a doggy and a side split, and, the third time, I rode him in a reverse cowboy, leaning back over him with my hands palming his bulging pecs and my channel rising and fallen on his thick shaft. He complimented me on my flexibility, and I reveled in his approval. This time we were methodical, using the lube and the rubbers. He didn’t just look powerful, in shape, and vigorous, he fucked powerfully, in shape, and vigorously. He was a man. His cocking made me feel like I’d only had boys in college. God, how I had missed this.

    We ended in a close, stretched out embrace on the mat, our hands moving over each other as if we were reading each other in Braille, our eyes gazing into the mirrors, enjoying what each of us was doing to the other. We both went into heat again, and he rolled over on top of me, coaxed my legs open, and fucked me one last time in a slow, sensual missionary, both of us watching the lovemaking in the mirrors. It wasn’t just fucking anymore; it was lovemaking.

    He was still on top of me, inside me, when he let me know how well I had performed for him. “I could use a permanent gardener here—someone who could work another job if he liked and keep this yard up as he had time. It would pay well. A lot of it would be indoor work, though. It might be good if he bunked here too.”

    “It would be a good job for someone,” I answered.

    “Might you be interested?”

    “I’d have to think about it. And I wouldn’t want to go behind Tony’s back. I don’t want to piss him off. And I just don’t know. I was making a change. I am trying to be a good family man.”

    “Yes, think about it. Did your wife know you were bi before you knocked her up?”

    “She’s not my wife. She’s the girl I knocked up and who thinks I’m good enough to lay her and give her babies, but not good enough to be a husband, because . . . like this . . . like now, me lying on my back with some stud’s cock inside me. Well, you know. But, yeah, we went with a fast crowd. She knew. She always said I was good to her, but she knew I liked guys better.”

    “And she’d like nice things—for you to make some good money and bring nice things home to her and your babies in a nicer apartment or house?”

    “I know she wants that. And kids. We’re trying to have another one. She’s wild about being a mother. Not so wild about being a wife.”

    “I’d be careful. Fucking raw was a big turn on, but we did just fine with rubbers too. Think about it. Best of both worlds. I don’t think you were faking it just to get the money.”

    “No, I wasn’t faking it. I’ll have to think about it.”

    * * * *

    I didn’t go back to Emily’s apartment just with a nice Christmas tree, but with lights and decorations for it too—and a frozen game hen we could have for a Christmas meal if she was going to invite me to be there with Edith on her on the day, and a little something wrapped to go under the tree for both of my girls.

    “Did you win the lottery or something?” Emily asked when she checked all that I had dragged into the apartment. When she was looking over the Christmas cheer I had brought into the apartment, I could see the tension and worry drain from her and a smile set in along with a twinkle in her eyes I hadn’t seen for a while. It set me to thinking. If I went back to the life, I could always turn it off again when—and if—we’d gotten ourselves established as a family.

    “Where’s Edith?” I asked. “I got her this stuffed bear.”

    “You’ll have to give it to her later. I farmed her out to my mother for the night.”

    “You . . . oh.”

    I had Emily bent over the foot of the bed, her belly down, her feet on the floor, and her arms stretched out over the bed, her hands clutching wads of bedspread and opening and closing on the bunched material to the rhythm of my thrusts inside her. I had one hand gripping her hip and the other snaked around her belly and buried in her cunt when I tensed, jerked, released as she cried out; tensed, jerked, released; tensed, jerked . . .

    I had the definite sensation that this time we’d done it. A September baby, maybe? A playmate for Edith.

    My cellphone buzzed as I pulled out of her and patted her on the rump.

    “What’s up?” came at me from the other end of the connection.

    “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said, grinning because I was happy. I really felt like we’d gotten it that time. I was surprised that I was as excited about it as Emily was. Best of both worlds.

    “Just calling because Neal Barringer phoned to say he needed a guy to trim some bushes for him. He said he wanted the company ‘plus.’ He also said he’d like you to do it. So, you interested in going again?”

    From where I was standing at the foot of the bed, Emily having dashed to the bathroom, I could see into the living room where we’d put the Christmas tree up, complete with decorations and blinking lights. We’d had a great evening talking about how the future was looking up and about our dreams and aspirations—separate, but, I thought, capable of merging if the opportunity arose. I was happy, and I realized that I was happy today because I hadn’t settled for just half a life. Before I’d gone on the Barringer leaf raking plus job, there had been no Christmas tree and if there was going to be one, it would have been one sad sack of a bush. Now it was going to be a great Christmas.

    “Sure, Tony. Sounds good,” I answered.


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  • Better Late Than Never, Mate

    Unsurprisingly, I don’t hear back from Nic for a few days. My reply to his message to re-connect was probably in hindsight a little too direct and more of an aggressive come-on, rather than a greeting to an old buddy.

    But then again, I still feel relieved for blurting the truth out, getting it off my chest in a way.

    The time I spend waiting for an answer, I find myself furiously jacking off behind the computer, on the sofa, in the shower, even in the kitchen once – using our history as source material for fantasies involving our entwined younger selves.

    *     *     *     *

    I came quite hard the other day thinking about that time we went to the beach on a sunny Sunday in June:

    My skin could always take the sun quite well, tanning without too much trouble, whereas Nic’s delicate pale skin didn’t fare so well. We arrived at the windy beach around eleven in the morning, having packed our towels and a blanket, a couple of rackets, a Frisbee and some leftovers from our shift the night before.

    The beach was pretty quiet and we had plenty of space to play some games without infringing on someone else’s playground, so to speak. After going for a quick dip in the chilly waves, we sat down for something to eat around two o’clock, at the hottest time of the day.

    Although we both applied sun cream, I could see Nic’s shoulders looking slightly pink already. I pointed it out to him, but he just shrugged it off. “Too late now anyway, mate, damage has been done,” he laughed, finishing his drink.

    “Hmm, ok…” I replied, “But don’t come moaning at me with your lobster skin later!”

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s play some Frisbee!”

    We had a long stretch of sand for ourselves, and even from a distance I could see his big cock heavily bouncing in his shorts as he jumped for a catch, his tight abs contracting with the gravitational pull of his package.

    I just wanted to walk over to him, say “enough with these fucking games already,” go down on my knees, pull down his shorts and swallow his sausage whole until I gagged.

    Later that afternoon, we packed our stuff and hit the road again – Nic having to cook dinner for his girlfriend Poppy that night. He dropped me off at home, and waved me off, his red face and arms glowing even from inside the car.

    “Cheers mate!”

    “Good luck lobster! See you later,” I joked, as he drove off into the twilight.

    Around eight, after I’ve had a shower, I heard my phone buzzing. It was Nic.

    “Hey mate, you alright? Listen, Poppy has to fuckin’ bail, she’s working late and won’t make it anymore. Fancy coming over for a bite and a drink?”

    I opened my fridge, staring at the few unrelated items within. Perfect timing, I thought to myself as I pulled on my trainers and grabbed my house keys.

    Over at his, he opened the door only wearing a pair of shorts, his skin glowing red in the light overhead.

    “Fuckin’ hell, look at you!” I whistled, then chuckled.

    “I know mate, it’s bad…” he sighed, letting me in.

    We gobbled down a delicious bowl of pasta and drank beer, chatting about our beach day and cracking sunburn-related jokes. After dinner, he poured us each a vodka lemonade and we sat down for a game of Poker, both of us starting to feel a little tipsy. Ever since my revelation of being bi, Nic has been very curious about it all, and tonight again the conversation steered in that direction.

    “So what does it feel like, you know, coming with another guy? Isn’t it a bit weird, like?” he asked, taking a big sip of his drink.

    “Not really,” I answered coolly. “It’s amazing actually, because you both know exactly how it feels for the other person. You’re both guys, and you both know how good it feels shooting a big load, right?”

    “Hmm,” he nodded.

    “Cause we don’t really know what it feels like to orgasm as a girl, you know what I mean? We suspect that it’s good, but we don’t actually know what they feel…”

    Nic again nodded.

    “But you know exactly how it feels when that hot cum starts igniting up from your nuts and burns the way whole way running through your cock, and how incredible it feels when it bursts out of your Jap’s eye, all on fire…”

    “Yeah, I guess,” he said, thinking a while. “Talking of being on fire, mate… Can you please put some after-sun lotion on my back later? I’m literally burning up!”

    “Sure thing,” I replied, not one to turn down an invitation to get my hands on the object of my desire.

    “I would normally ask Poppy, but I won’t see her until tomorrow, and…”

    “And then you might already be a crisp?” I teased.

    “Exactly mate!” he laughed. “Let’s have another drink before I let you grope me though,” he joked, winking at me.

    As we finished another vodka mix, he asked: “Have you ever tasted another guys meat?”

    Not sure whether to spill the beans or not, I hesitated a few seconds before answering. “I mean, yeah… It tastes exactly the same as a pussy really. It’s all just genitals at the end of the day, you know!”

    “Hmm, still not convinced,” he said. “Anyway, time to splash cream all over me!” he laughed. “It’s up in my room, I’ll go get it.”

    “No worries, I’ll come up,” I quickly answered, eager to get my hands on him in his bedroom, following him up the narrow stairs. In his room, he handed me the lotion. 

    “Ok, on the bed,” I said. He looked at me for a second or two.

    “Lie. Down. On. The. Bed. So I could put cream on your back!” I said playfully.

    Moaning slightly, he positioned himself face down on the bed. “Oh man, it hurts so bad…” he whimpered into his duvet. Taking my opportunity with both hands, I climbed onto his bed and made myself comfortable straddling his legs, sitting right behind his ass, my legs on either side of his.

    Jokingly I started humping back and forth on top of him, moaning loudly, before squeezing the container I held against my crotch, splashing lotion onto his back in two cold white streaks.

    “Jesus Christ,” he protested, “that’s cold, you freak!”

    “Shush,” I demanded, as I placed the lotion to one side, “just try to relax.”

    Carefully I started spreading the creamy after-sun over his glowing back with my hands, imagining it was my own freshly squeezed-out cum, working in soft symmetrical half circles along his spine. He let out a soft moan.

    I continued gently massaging the lotion into his flushed skin, working it into his rounded shoulders and down his lower back towards his crack, using only my fingers tips.

    “Hmmm, that feels so good mate…” he mumbled into the bedding.

    “Should I continue?” I asked softly.

    “Uh-huh,” he replied.

    Pulling back his waistband, I revealed the top of his two white-as-you-like butt cheeks, a dark hair or two poking out the upper half of his crack. I rubbed the lotion down as far as he would allow, waiting for him to tell me to cut it out, but he didn’t.

    I ran my fingers onto his firm ass-flesh, and after a while they were moistly exploring the start of his crack. He let out another barely audible moan, his face pressed into the bedding, as we both started to breathe more heavily.

    Next I spread my open palms up his spine and then down his sides, my fingers curling underneath. I sensed him lifting his body slightly to allow my digits to get underneath, encouraging me. As my slippery hands glided lower and deeper over the sides, I started feeling my fingertips slip over his nipples, as they became firmer and harder with every passing.

    I leant forward over him, my head close to his. “You need to tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered into his ear.

    “All good mate. Feels good…” he whispered back. “Maybe you need some more cream,” he added, half smiling with closed eyes.

    No need to ask me twice. I squirted more onto his red back, making him gasp. I could now feel my semi-hard dick pressing against his butt, as I subtly started to rock back and forth against his ass, putting my whole body into the upstroke and pull back of my hands on his shiny upper body.

    He let out a soft, deep moan with every stroke I gave. Later, my hands were all over him, massaging his shoulders, his ass and caressing his rock-hard nipples, and venturing further still. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the small room, as my hands began to moistly push against his lowered waistband on the front of his hips. I could feel him also subtly grinding in tandem with me, the closer my fingertips got to his warm groin.

    After a while, filled with lust and my rock hard cock making a tent of the front of my track pants, I decided to push further. “Alright lobster, time for your front – flip on over…”

    “Err, I…” he stuttered, as I gently slapped his sides with my clammy hands. “I’ve got a bit of a problem at the mo, mate,” he continued.

    “Me too Nic… No worries,” I replied, knowingly.

    “Um.. Ok…” he stumbled, starting to rotate his body underneath mine, as I lifted up slightly. I couldn’t help but stare at the massive bulge pressing against his shorts swinging my way. A soft moan escaped my lips as I lowered myself down again, my nuts coming to rest right on top of it.

    As I splashed lotion onto his torso, his abs erotically contracted from the cold, revealing a defined set of muscles underneath, as he giggled. “Aaargh, that’s cold again, you bastard!”

    I continued rubbing his front, running my hands up towards his chest and over his still hard nipples, and continuing onto his shoulders and down his arms. I felt his fat cock lifting my balls up from underneath, as we both breathed hard, feeling extremely aroused by this homoerotic situation.

    Starting to rock back and forth again, I felt pre-cum oozing out of my excited meat, smearing the insides of my shorts with slime trails. I moved my hands further down, my rotations started brushing against his waistband that is being lifted up by his hard, thick sausage. As my fingers started slipping underneath the elastic he moaned again, pre-cum also now visibly seeping into his fabric.

    Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket. He opened his eyes, as if awakening from some faraway dream and grappled for it. He looked at the screen, smiled and then answered the call.

    “Hey Popps. Yeah – you? Uh-huh… Yeah, Pete is here,” he said, and looked at me, winking. “Sure, yeah, no worries babe – see you in a sec…”

    I felt the lust draining out of my dick, as he wiggled free from my grip and started talking excitedly.

    “Poppy finished work already, it was quieter than they thought. I need to go meet her at the bus stop down the road. You wanna come with?” he asked.

    “Erm, actually… I’ll walk with, but will probably head home from there, if that’s ok?” I said, trying to conceal the devastation in my voice.

    “Ah, ok mate, do as you need,” he said smilingly, as he grabbed a t-shirt and started pulling it on. “Shall we go?”

    *     *     *     *

    Another time I unleashed quite a load, standing on my knees in the shower, remembering the time we spent in Cat’s hot tub one winter’s evening:

    Nic dated Catriona for about a year and a half after he and Poppy finished. She was a friendly, bubbly girl with sea-green eyes, freckles decorating her face and pale limbs. She was still living with her parents while attending college, and they lived in a good part of town in a large, comfortable family house with a big garden and all the other mod cons that come with it.

    Her parents were (understandably) not that keen on Nic as a boyfriend, him being a bit rough around the edges, not as well spoken, and his difficulty with authority being another issue. I think it was more the fact that she was quite clearly out of his league, but that she could look past all of that, as she was expertly ploughed by that fat, monster cock of his, and orgasms came frequently, in either singles or multiples.

    One weekend in late November, Cat invited me and Nic, as well as her friend Emma, over for some drinks, as her parents were away. More importantly, her younger sister and little brother went along with her parents, so we had the whole place to ourselves.

    Turns out we’ve met Emma before, with different people at a club some months ago. She was tall and athletic, with big green eyes and full lips. She was also the owner of an almost perfect pair of tits. Full, rounded and firm – at least it appeared that way in her tight fitting top she was wearing.

    The first snow was falling as we sat indoors, drinking wine and playing board games, lounging and laughing. Later that night just before twelve, it stopped snowing, and Cat suggested we go for a drink in their hot tub, which was to the side of the house in the garden.

    Being more than a little tipsy, and not having my swim shorts with me, I asked if they mind me joining them in my birthday suit. They laughed and agreed, whistling as I got naked and tip-toed across the snow towards the tub.

    “Are you gonna join him, Nic?” Emma asked. “Not quite fair that he is the only one with his bits out!” she laughed.

    “I dunno…” he protested.

    “Come on baby,” Cat joined in, “It’s not like you have anything to hide!” she teased, winking at Emma.

    “So I’ve heard!” she laughed back, taking another sip of wine.

    “Agreed,” I added laughingly, getting into the tub, happy to warm my shrunken balls and shrivelled dick back up. “Come on, give us the money shot!”

    “Alright, alright,” he said, clearly flattered by all the attention, as he slowly, teasingly pulled down his shorts, his thick, veiny cock still looking tantalisingly hot, even in the freezing night air.

    It jiggled from side to side as he walked carefully over the snow, his balls still dangling low as he lifted himself into the tub.

    “Aaah… that feels better,” he said as he slipped into the steaming water, wrapping his arm around Cat.

    We continued chatting and drinking wine, as I felt my dick returning to normal again in the warm liquid. Every now and again I caught myself looking at Nic’s proud member, wobbling happily in the soft blue light of the swirling water.

    To my surprise, Nic decided to instigate things – sitting naked in the hot tub obviously having stoked the exhibitionist in him. “You know what, I think it’s a bit unfair really,” he started, “us guys sitting here butt naked, showing off our dicks, while you two sit here all comfy, all your nice bits covered up,” he continued laughingly, raising his eyebrows expectantly, one arm still around Cat’s shoulder.

    Emma was first to respond. “Pfff, I don’t have a problem boys,” she declared, as she started undoing the string from her bikini behind her neck. As the fabric slid away, she revealed two perfectly buoyant breasts bobbing on the water’s surface, big round conical nipples; one pointing at me, the other towards Nic.

    I found my lips slowly parting as I stared at her persuasively pert tits, drops of water running down over her contracting areolas. I looked over towards Nic, who mirrored my expression, pushing out his lower jaw slightly and nodding at me, lust written all over his face.

    “Oh, allright then,” Cat sighed, as she unclipped her top, her smaller round breasts popping free. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Cheers!” she called, as we clinked our glasses together, and took big sips, staring at each other over the rims.

    A while later, I felt Emma’s thigh pressing against mine as she leant over and kissed my neck. I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed gently as I in return leant in for a snog. Our lips locked and she sucked eagerly on my tongue, as I felt my meat starting to firm up slightly from the excitement.

    I saw Nic also kissing Cat, her one breast disappearing behind his hand as he cupped it. Emma wrapped her fingers around my hardening cock, gently teasing it under the water. I could tell we were all a little drunker than we thought we were, as inhibitions had completely flown out the window.

    At some point, Cat announced that she was going to go get more wine. She slipped as she got out of the tub, and almost landed flat on her face in the snow, before drunkenly stumbling towards the house. We tried not to laugh, but we couldn’t help ourselves.

    “She’s not really a big drinker,” Nic laughed. “Bless her!” Emma added, slurring slightly.

    He watched as I continued again to kiss Emma, her hand once again found my throbbing meat in the deep blue, her grip commenced stroking it intently. My hand in turn found her crotch, stroking the thin strip of fabric up and down between her legs, as she moaned softly into my mouth.

    Nic’s meat was also standing at full mast now, as he watched me pulling her bikini bottom to the side, revealing a perfectly neat pair of fleshy lips – like a skin-coloured money box slot. Running my fingers lengthways along it, I felt her opening her legs more, encouraging me to continue. Nic was sitting low in the water now, hand wrapped around his thick meat, his mouth slightly agape as he watched my fingers crawl deeper inside Emma’s fleshy gorge.

    “Erm, I’m gonna go and see what is taking Cat so long…” he said after a while, as he lifted himself and his heavy appendage out, his cock emerging like a big wooden log, head first out of the swirling water.

    “Don’t stay away too long mate,” I called. “All the action is happening here!” I joked, as he disappeared into the house, seemingly following behind his thick dick that swung slightly from side to side.

    Not long after, I realised he was standing next to the hot tub again, holding his massive meat in his hand, very slowly stroking it.

    “Where is Cat?” Emma asked through bated breaths, her voice surprised.

    “Fucking passed out, she is!” he laughed. “Was hoping I could join you two in here again…” he asked, looking at my fingers still pumping into Emma’s tight slit.

    “For sure,” I replied excitedly, “get in!”

    He took his old spot on the opposite side again, watching us continuing our underwater frisk-fest, slowly stroking himself. As I pushed my fore and middle fingers deep inside Emma’s narrow canal, she tilted her head backwards and a deep moan escaped her lips. I saw Nic slapping his meat harder now, also clearly enjoying the show, his arm agitating the water surface further.

    “I want you to fuck me…” Emma said to me as she got up, turned around facing Nic, and started lowering herself on to my lap. “Done…” I replied, as I took her hips in my hands, pulling her carefully onto the tip of my throbbing cock. “Argh.” I pulled her down more, and felt my swollen head slip past her soft, tight outer lips. “Aaargh, go slowly Pete,” she whispered, eyes closed. Cautiously I pulled her down further, finally feeling my shaft sinking in to her eager beaver.

    “Argh, fuck,” she moaned, Nic answering with a “fuck, yeah mate…” from the other side. “You like that?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” they both answered simultaneously, making me chuckle at the confusion as to who the question was actually aimed at.

    Once I start fucking her pussy properly, my one hand grabbed hold of a bouncing tit, massaging it, feeling her hard nipple brush against my palm as it bounced up and down, water splashing at the sides of the tub as the moaning continued.

    Ploughing her pussy harder and deeper, I saw Nic licking his lips as he watched me taking her from behind and beating off under water. After a while, I whispered into her ear: “How about you give my buddy some pleasure too – you up for that?” I asked as I nibbled on her earlobe, locking eyes with Nic over her shoulder.

    “Yeah… Sure…” she panted, as my meat slid in and out of her tight wet hole.

    “Hey Nic… Bring that fat cock of yours closer” I said. “I think there is a pair of fantastic slippery tits that wants to help you cum.”

    “Fucking ace…” he said, as he moved over closer towards us. “It’s a bit high though…” he said after looking at her bouncing breasts in front of his chest.

    “Get on the seat with us, and place your feet either side of me,” I ordered him.

    He stepped up, and lifted his upper half out of the water, his hard vein-heavy cock appearing above the surface not far from our faces. Leaning in closer, I grabbed hold of his legs behind his knees, steadying him. “I got ya…” I said, as I kept pumping underwater pussy.

    With his meat sliding between her tits, she clamped them closed with her hands, enveloping his sticky cock in warm, wet flesh. Over Emma’s shoulder I saw his plump, swollen crimson head appear and disappear between her ample cleavage as he fucked her tits.

    It was all overwhelmingly erotic, and I felt myself racing towards the inevitable creamy finishing line, as I sensed Emma’s cunt starting to contract around my throbbing cock, her orgasm also just around the corner.

    “I’m close to busting!” he calls to me. “How about you, mate?” he gasps.

    “Yeah, I’m close too” I replied through bated breaths, as Emma impaled herself onto my pole further, testing how deep she could take it.

    “Urgh, argh, urgh, fuck, uuurgh, argh, aargh, aaargh” went a symphony of three, as each of us got our rocks off in the warm water.

    I felt my cum exploding out of my cock, filling Emma’s clenching pussy with cream. At the same time I saw Nic heavily thrusting into her bouncing chest, as his cum shot out onto her neck, some over her shoulder and eventually one load splash-landing onto my smiling face behind her.

    “Shit – sorry mate!” he called out, trying to catch his breath.

    “No worries,” I laughed, licking my lips.

    Emma slipped off my cock, turned around and licked a streak of his cum off my cheek and sucks up a drop from my chin, before kissing me deeply, my leg brushing against Nic’s fat, drooping dick under the water.

    * * * *

    After dinner that night, I hear the familiar notification sound on my computer. That sound that translates as: “You’ve got mail!”

    I open the application, and look through the unread messages in my Inbox. I scan through the list: Gym memberships, sale announcements, special offers, Re: Hey mate… Nic.

    Breathing out loudly, I open it, the message revealing a surprising amount of text. I was kind of expecting a one liner, like “fuck off,” or something along those lines. Carefully, slowly I begin reading it:

    “Hey Pete. Glad you are doing good, mate. Sorry for late reply, but I was a little surprised with your message, to be honest. I wasn’t sure what to say at first… But it got me thinking – remember that time you told me about how you know how another guy’s orgasm feels? Well, I guess I can relate to that. Lot’s have also happened in my personal life, and I look at thing a little differently now, I guess. Can’t guarantee anything mate, but I recall quite a few times where I was pretty turned on around you, with not a chick in sight, so… I’ve also had a couple more bi experiences since, and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, so cutting out the middle (wo)man kinda makes sense. And I’m sure you are an expert at handling dick by now lol. Good news is, I’ve been single for a while too – so I’m also horny as fuck, trust me! Let’s meet for a drink, if you still fancy it. Anyway, I’m free next Friday evening, if you are up for it?”

    * * * *