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“Artistic-style gay male, 43, new to town, seeks local older male to introduce him to the holidays here. Companionship, local concerts, plays, restaurants, university sports. Holiday cheer and travel later if found compatible. Nonsmoker please.”

I had never advertised like this in a paper before, but Gill, an older, sometimes boyfriend of mine in Washington, D.C., told me I should try it, and Bernard, another D.C. artist friend and occasional hookup, told me it would be a good way to get introduced to the gay and artistic communities in the university town I’d just moved to.

“You know you can’t live long without sex,” he’d said.

“What I need here, now, is just someone to help me dive into the local cultural community,” I’d answered, trying to convince even myself that that was all I was looking for. I have to admit that Bernard knows me pretty well, though.

I’d already had a few hookups, but they were one-time casual and were with guys from the gym I started going to as soon as I moved here right before Thanksgiving. They weren’t guys who shared cultural interests with me. I’m not sure they had any cultural interests beyond scoring, but that was OK with me in that circumstance. I usually was just looking for release myself.

It was a bad time to move. Everyone was concentrated on the holidays and most already had the companionship they needed.

This was a university town, rich in culture, little of which I’d found yet. It had several different festivals going. I’d been hired as executive director of a new one, on photography, which was run in early summer. I had until spring to get networked into the artistic community and to get the festival up and running, but it had been hard going connecting with anyone I could be networking with. The first step, Bernard had said, was to find out what was happening on the cultural scene here.

Hence the drastic step of a newspaper ad.

I was already seated at Hamilton’s on the pedestrian mall, the former main street of the town, when I saw him at the door. I had to laugh, because I’d already seen him, without having made contact, at the gym, where I had found him attractive. He was an older guy, but solidly built. I thought he looked familiar in the photo he’d sent me after the e-mail connection was established, but that had been a photo of a younger man. The age difference didn’t bother me, though. He was still handsome and distinguished looking, with something of a military bearing. The first thought I had at seeing him was of Daddy Warbucks, because his distinctive feature was that he was bald and bullet headed. He had been tall and substantial, yet trim when I saw him at the gym in his athletic gear. Here, of course, he was bundled up against the winter weather. I had threatened snow all day. Here he looked rich, in control, and in keeping with the major university in the town.

Despite being bald on top, he had bushy gray eyebrows, which suggested he was at least slightly hirsute. This had a double effect on me that was contrary to the reason I’d told myself I was looking for holiday companionship. The legend—I won’t call it a myth because it had often worked that way in my experience—was that bald men were particularly virile. The same had been said about hirsute men. And this man was both.

He struck a commanding figure as he stood at the door, waiting for the maître d to direct him. But then he saw me, smiled, and walked, confidently to the table. He was wearing an open, long, black cashmere coat with a pristine white silk scarf around his neck that was hanging down his chest. Everything spoke of “well off.”

“David?” he asked, pulling a black leather glove off a slender hand, with long, sensuous fingers, and extending it for a handshake. The gloves clicked a memory in me of a man I’d been with who wore just gloves and explored my body with them—but that’s another story. His grip was firm, confident, but not crushing. His smile was genuine, warm. “That is you then,” he continued. “I remember seeing you at the gym but, I didn’t want to say anything about it in the e-mail exchange in case it wasn’t you. I’m Theodore. Theodore Daniels. Please call me Ted. May I sit?”

And thus began an hour of interesting, comfortable discussion. We were eating early, as we were meeting for the first time to go to the Oratorio Society’s Christmas concert at the old, restored Paramount Theatre on the mall a few blocks east of the restaurant. I had walked to the mall from my apartment in the old, elegant apartment building on Altamont Street about four blocks north of the walking mall. I hadn’t asked how Daniels had gotten there. We planned for dinner here and the concert and then drinks at a bar near the theater afterward if the meeting—I didn’t want to jinx it by calling it a date—was working that far. And we had agreed that it was then to be each to our own homes to assess whether we wanted to take in more events this Christmas season with each other.

“I just retired from the university,” he said. “I was a professor of linguistics there for thirty-five years. I’m sixty-three now.” He looked at me to see how that went down. I knew he must be older than that to be retired from the university, but he wasn’t walking with a cane and, as I thought I remembered from seeing him in the gym, he moved really well for even sixty-three and was in solid condition. I took it he was nervous about his age in terms of answering a personals ad. “And you?”

“As I noted in the newspaper ad, I’m forty-three, just arrived in town, and wanting to see what’s going on here during the holidays.” By noting that I’d given my age in my ad, I guess I was noting that he hadn’t given me an age until now. It could have mattered. In this case it didn’t. He was well-preserved and seemed quite the cultured guy. I had gone with older men for some time, if not that older. Of course, I was beginning to realize that I was becoming the older man for younger men to go with. The men I’d taken home from the gym here had been over ten years younger than I was. All things change, I guess.

“And, right off the top, I should establish that I am gay,” I said, staring straight into his eyes to gauge the effect and, yes, I suppose, challenging him to declare himself. Although I hadn’t come into the restaurant with the intention of working that aspect of the meeting, after seeing him at the door, I had an urge to clear up preference, including whether he was a top to my submissive. He didn’t declare himself, though, but he also didn’t react negatively to my declaration. He didn’t react to it at all, just stopping a waiter to ask for a wine menu.

I wasn’t surprised having seen him—and earlier at the gym, where he seemed perfectly at home—to know he’d had a responsible position at the university. “I’m the new executive director for the photographic festival in June,” I offered, “and I wanted to start networking with other artistic types here. I found that the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays aren’t a very good time to start that.”

“No, I suppose they wouldn’t be,” he answered. “And they can be a lonely time too,” he added.

His eyes looked a little sad as he said that.

“Yes, they can,” I said. I hadn’t thought about it, but that was true and probably was a reason I’d taken the bold step of advertising for a holiday companion. In D.C., I’d had a set of friends I could count on to get me through the holidays. “I’m sorry, but you seemed to be sad when you said that. Is it unusual for you to be alone for the holidays?”

“Yes. I’ve had my mother living with me for several years, and she passed in the fall. And I’ve just retired, and although I’ve been invited to faculty parties, it just isn’t the same going to those when you no longer are in the game. I guess it’s hit me this Christmas season. It’s probably why I answered your ad.”

“So, you aren’t married or otherwise entangled?”

“No. No entanglements. An interesting way of putting it, though. I’ve never thought of being entangled before—no relationship regular enough to consider it an entanglement. But now I don’t have family obligations or professional duties and relationships any more. I guess I have to start thinking about the changes in my life. I think I might take up international traveling again. I’d done a lot of that before my mother became ill. Have you done much traveling, David?”

“I’ve moved up and down the East Coast fairly regularly, and I studied the photographic arts and museum management out in Los Angeles,” I said. “But I haven’t done much travel internationally. That has always attracted me, but I haven’t had someone to travel with, and I think you enjoy it more when you can share experiences. But that would be a change. And Christmas is probably a bad time to be doing that—a bad time for changes.”

“Yes, precisely,” he answered, although I wasn’t sure what part of what I had said had struck a chord with him. I realized I was babbling; that often happened to me when someone I was talking to aroused me. I didn’t pursue the point of what he was referring to, though.

Our chatting became more disjointed as our meals had been served. But I determined that he was involved in culture in the city and that this had been another reason he’d answered my ad. He was on the board of the Oratorio Society, for instance, and he had planned to take in this concert anyway but was happy that he didn’t have to go alone. He also was active in the university’s drama program and had noted that the fine arts schools were close to where he lived, near the university. He knew a good bit about the background of this fledgling photograph festival I was hired to direct, and our conversation on that was useful to me. If we continued seeing each other, he would be quite helpful to me, I thought.

As we were eating dessert, he picked up more directly on the central relationship questions.

“And you? Is there no one else more regularly in your life? I did observe at the gym that you were friendly with several of the other younger men—men more your age and some younger than you—none of my age bracket. There seems to be a group of young men at the gym who are very keen on fitness and being toned up. You were certainly part of that.”

“Part of that?” I asked.

“Toned up. You have kept your body in excellent shape.”

“You have as well, I noticed,” I said. “I do have a few guys at the gym I’m friendly with, yes, but none seem interested in the cultural networking I need to do here in town.”

“The interest you have in the men working out at the gym is focused on their youth and conditioning—something beyond intellectual stimulation?” He was looking directly into my eyes over the rim of his coffee cup, and I sensed for the first time a gauging of interest from him that went to the sexual. My reply would be very important, I sensed.

“Age is not that important to me,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Conditioning is, I’ll have to admit. I want the man covering me to be in good condition. Some older men are in superb condition.” I’d just complimented him on his body and, with this, I’d also hinted, if he wanted to focus on that aspect, that I was a submissive—men covered me. At the same time, it was a double entendre. Men at the gym “cover” for other men—spot them while they are performing exercises where something could slip and they could hurt themselves if someone wasn’t there to help take weight off them in the fall. I had no problem at the gym finding other men who were happy to spot me during difficult exercises. None of them had been Ted, though, or other men in his age bracket.

“You share other interests with the men at the gym than being spotted by them in your exercises?” he asked, again looking at me pointedly from under bushy eyebrows.

He was going to pin down the double entendre.

“Yes, other interests.” I didn’t elaborate. I’m sure he knew now that they were sexual hookups. The young men were interested in one-time sex, and I took a few of them home, where we banged away at each other in sweaty, athletic, challenging position sex. I was good for a flip-flop. I like to think I was good at both ends of a flip-flop. But it wasn’t what I said. “None of them are regulars in my life outside of the gym. There are no special others in my life, no, and certainly not here in town yet. I had a few flings in D.C., and I was married for sixteen years.”

“Married? To a woman?” His dessert fork was half way to his mouth, and he was looking at me quizzically again from under bushy eyebrows.

“Yes, to a woman. But we’re long divorced. Amicably so. But I found that we weren’t compatible. It wasn’t women who made my heart go all aflutter.”

He laughed at that. “Well, having your heart go all aflutter must be very nice. I’m sorry to say it’s never happened with me.”

“Never?” I asked.

“No, never,” he said, taking another sharp look at me. “But that, of course, was in my former life, when I had family obligations and a career—and when I didn’t reach the Christmas holidays and suddenly feel lonely. And not,” he added, “before I was so bold as to answer personal ads in the newspaper.” Then, before I could say anything, he laughed again and said, “But I guess we’d better finish up and get to the concert. It’s just up the mall, but we don’t want to make a spectacle of ourselves and be late.”

“No, we certainly don’t want to draw attention to ourselves,” I said, having no idea why I phrased it that way or why I should care. It was just two lonely old men each trying to get through the Christmas holidays and seeking a bit of culture along the way, I reminded myself. But was that all I wanted in putting that ad in the paper?

But then, as we were moving down the aisle in an already crowded theater, Ted put a possessing hand on my lower back to help guide me to our seats and drew his face close to my ear to make small comments, seemingly uncaring how anyone watching us would take what, to me, was an intimate touch. He obviously was quite familiar with the Paramount and the programing here. He knew just where our assigned seats were and he was acknowledging greetings left and right as we approached our seats.

The concert was very nice. Ted knew a lot about music and had been a baritone in the Oratorio Society himself once. I admitted I’d been a second tenor in Washington’s Gay Men’s Chorus, which interested him and we talked about the Christmas segment of the Messiah and how many times each of us had sung in that and where during the interval, where we grabbed a drink at the bar. I was surprised how many foreign countries he’d sung the Handel piece in, but I guess that went with his specialty in linguistics. While we were at the bar I noticed that many of the other patrons knew Ted and greeted him. When it was convenient, he introduced me. It seemed he was well placed in the cultural community, and this was definitely helping me meet people I would be working with over the next few months.

In the second half, I kept looking down at his arm resting on the chair arm between us and finding myself wishing he’d put his well-manicured hand on my knee—that he would declare himself and his interest in intimacy. I had let him know I was gay. It was in the personal ad, and he would not have answered the ad without taking that into account. And in our conversation at dinner I hadn’t hidden that I was active with men.

But then I’d bring myself up short. This was just a feeling each other out meeting and a chance to get out for an evening in the company of another person. I couldn’t expect any more on a first meeting. I did find myself thinking of it now as a date, though, even though we’d split the cost of dinner down the center. In any event, he was being very friendly but not demonstrably forward. He knew I was gay, from the moment he read the ad. I hadn’t figured him out completely yet, though. He didn’t shy away from me being gay, but he hadn’t directly committed himself. Maybe he wasn’t gay but just didn’t care if I was. That’s all that I’d advertised for, wasn’t it? Hmm. I’d have to think about that, I decided.

After the concert, and after he’d greeted and talked with several of the choristers, the conductor, and members of the orchestra as well as other patrons—again introducing me where it seemed appropriate—we went looking for a bar.

The end of the concert had been that first junction at which we had set a reckoning. We hadn’t set plans for anything but the dinner and the concert and had left the afterward possibility open. But before I could think how to ask the “what next?” question and suggest a drink at a bar, he stepped up to that plate himself. He was an “in command” sort of guy, but he did it smoothly without making any waves. He was, of course at least twenty years older than I was, and this was his turf, so it was natural for him to take the lead.

“How about a drink now?” he said. “The Skybar is just across the mall and there are a few more bars on the mall we can walk to if that one’s crowded. I’d like to continue our conversation.”

“Sounds good,” I said. It sounded terrific.

As good as it sounded, though, the bars were all crowded, and Ted admitted that he wasn’t excited about noisy, crowded bars. I agreed with him. I did agree with him.

“We could go to my place,” he said. “I have wine—or beer, or something harder, if you wish.”

The “something harder” gave me a little jolt, but I stayed with him as he continued.

“My car’s here in the Market Street garage, and if you live at the Altamont, you are just a short walk from my house on Fendall Terrace. Maybe fifteen minutes for a guy in as good a shape as you keep yourself in.”

“Wine would be very nice,” I said.

“Beer with the younger guys at the gym but wine with me?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“Of course,” I answered, but thinking on that, I could see the difference. One-night stands with the younger guys at the gym, but something of higher quality and to savor with this older man.

His house proved to be a cozy stone cottage that had been expanded over the years to ramble up a slope and must have been worth a fortune as picturesque as it was and as close as it was the university while still being on a very private side street. The original structure was oriented away from the street, showing a short side of the structure in the form of a stone wall with a chimney in the center and French doors on either side of it. He parked his Mercedes in a pad just in from the street and we walked up a wide flagstone path, rising in irregularly placed steps to a walk past the right side of the stone façade and beside a hedge-sided walkway to a covered entrance.

Inside, it was all stone walls, polished wood paneling, low lighting, lush Oriental carpets, expensive-looking bric-a-brac, and books, books, books. It was obvious that the man had traveled and collected widely, expensively, and with discernment. The living room, two steps down from the foyer, was off to the left, and was the side of the structure that was facing the street. The stone fireplace dominated the far wall, with bookshelves on either side between the French doors. A Christmas tree, which Ted lit up when we entered the foyer, rose beside the fireplace. The fireplace was laid with wood and Ted went over and got the fire started while I acclimated myself to where the various doors from the slate-floored foyer led.

Straight ahead was the open double door into a dining room, with a kitchen off to the right. The dining room furniture was of a rosewood-finish Chinese Chippendale table and chairs on a richly colored Oriental rug. I could see a hallway beyond the kitchen, which Ted told me led to a bedroom and bath for his mother’s companion, a position no longer filled, and a laundry room. Immediately to my right were double glass-paneled French doors leading into a library, with walls of book lining the room, Another short set of stairs between the library and kitchen led up to two large bedrooms, as Ted showed me later, each with a bath. To the right, above the library and behind a guest bath, and incorporating the bedroom hallway, was yet another bookcase-lined narrow room with two French doors leading out to an enclosed side terrace.

This was a man who clearly was out of my cultural league, but who had a life I achingly aspired to.

By the time I’d gotten back from the guest bath, Ted had wine glasses in his hand and had exchanged his coat, and his shirt as well, with a silk dressing robe. He put the sounds of Frank Sinatra at Christmas on whatever multiroom sound system the house had. He motioned me to a commodious overstuffed sofa facing the fireplace. A cocktail table in front of the sofa held what looked like a brass cigarette box and coasters for the wine. The cigarette box gave me pause. I had specified a nonsmoker in my personal ad. I hoped Ted didn’t smoke. The house certainly didn’t give off the unavoidable smell of a smoker, though.

I have no idea now what we talked about as we sat in the sofa, looking at the fire and Christmas tree, sipping red wine, and listening to Sinatra croon away. All I know was at some point he’d moved closer to the corner I was wedged in, that his arm had gone around my back, and that the front of his dressing gown had opened to reveal that his pecs were firm and were lightly covered with curls of gray hair that continued down his sternum to his belly, which was flat and firm for a man his age. He was hovering over me, gesturing with his right hand to emphasize whatever topic he was expounding on. I also knew that I was breathing a little heavily and hoping that this was leading somewhere.

It did.

He stopped in midsentence and focused my attention. “But that’s not what you want to hear, is it?”

I had no idea what he was talking about and was afraid he would discover I was more fixated on the firmness of his hard body and on his chest hair than what he might have asked me, so I didn’t respond. That didn’t seem to bother him, though. He put his wine glass on his coaster and then took mine from my hand and put it on my coaster. He moved smoothly and I asked no questions nor impeded his movement in any way. Nor did I react against him cupping the back of my head and pulling my face into his for a deep kiss.

When we came out of that, he smiled into my face and said, “I think you want to hear the answer to the one question you haven’t me yet, David.” He was unbuttoning my shirt as he said that. He opened enough buttons to insert his hand under the material and palm my left pec. His thumb was on my nipple. I was beginning to harden elsewhere. I couldn’t resist the suggestiveness of his hand on my chest and I raised mine and ran my fingers into the gray curls on his chest, an index finger touching one of his nipples. I heard a sigh. That quite likely had come from both of us.

“What?” I asked breathlessly. Having started me going with the nipple pressure, he continued unbuttoning my shirt.

“You haven’t asked if I fucked on the first date. I do. I fuck on the first date. And you, David? Do you fuck on the first date?” Having finished with the buttons on my shirt and flaring it open, his hand moved to unzipping my fly.

“Yes,” I responded breathlessly. His hand was already inside my fly, gripping my cock. He was in command, taking charge.

“You’re getting hard, David. Is that for me? At my age can I still make a younger man go hard? I am not too old to cover you?”

“No,” I answered. “You’re not too old to cover me.” I was wondering who was going to fuck who, though. Ted had the answer for that too. He stripped my trousers off as I reclined into the corner of the sofa and was lying on top of me, worrying one of my nipples with his mouth and stroking my cock hard with his hand. I had made a move to help him get my clothes off but he brushed my hand away.

“Please just lay there,” he whispered. “I enjoy unwrapping my own presents. I just want you to yield to me, to let me get my full enjoyment out of your body.”

“Very nice,” I heard him murmur, his hand gliding all over my body. Then, smoothly, he had his trousers and his dressing gown off and he was naked on top of me, moving down my body, and taking my cock in his mouth. My right leg was trapped between his body and the back of the sofa. He folded my left leg up into my body, holding it there with a grip under my knee. He was testing my flexibility, although surely already knowing from watching me in the gym that I could move into the positions he wanted me in in sex. This rolled my ass up, and his tongue went under my balls, down my taint, and into my puckering hole. I arched my back and moaned as he opened me up with his lips and tongue.

He was preparing my channel. I thought he was going to fuck me, which was fine, I went both ways. But I was wrong. I was erect, but he wasn’t. He was long and thick and I was stroking him when he had moved back on top of my body. My right hand was cupping his buttocks and holding him into me as we did more mouth work and grinded our bodies into each other, but he wasn’t hardening. He didn’t seem to care, though. He sat up from me and reached over to the brass case, which turned out to contain a tube of lubricant and a small pile of condom packets.

So, he wasn’t a smoker—and he engaged in safe sex. I almost regretted the second practice as, when the threat was minimized, I enjoyed the feel of skin sliding in channel of barebacking. He wasn’t cut, and I would have enjoyed the looseness of the skin working inside me.

When he had me hot and bothered with his hands and his mouth, he opened a condom packet, rolled the sheath onto my cock, and lubed up my cock and his hole. Then, as I was still reclining back into the corner of the sofa, he positioned himself over my hips, descended his channel on my cock, and, setting his forehead against mine and watching every response in my eyes with his, slowly rode me to my ejaculation. He was half hard but not hard enough under the stroking of his own hand while he rode me to move into penetrating me, which I had certainly let him know he could do. Ted knew how to ride a cock.

As I groaned and held his waist with my left hand and ran my right hand into the hair on his chest, he rose and fell and rocked and gave me the friction to tease the cum out of me. He did tense, jerk, and dribble out onto my belly before I ejaculated in three strong spoutings. I was sorry he hadn’t gotten off better than that himself, but I’d gotten off nicely.

We sat back up and finished our wine, all very civil and chatty, as if we hadn’t had sex, me quite satisfied, Ted as if he’d had a good time too. Twenty minutes later I was fully dressed standing at the door to the outside path and we were both looking at a snow-covered hedge and a couple of inches of snow on the path. The crucial question of whether we would meet again as cultural program holiday companions hung, unanswered, in the air. Was it important to Ted that he hadn’t hardened up and had a strong release? Was he definitely a “one and done” sort of man?

Ted was still naked, with his silk robe hanging off his shoulders, but open to show his trim, hard body and a low-slinging cock. The tall, dense hedges along the entry walk hid us from any neighbor’s view.

“It’s snowing,” he said.

“Yes, it really must have come down fast,” I said.

“And still snowing. You can’t go out in this. You’ll ruin your shoes even if you don’t have far to walk.”

“I guess you’ll have to drive me,” I said.

“I suppose I could,” he answered, with a grin. He put his arm around me and drew me back into the foyer. “It can be done, if you wish to have another go at it.”

* * * *

I watched Ted walk back, naked, from the bathroom off his bedroom. I was on my belly, naked, on his bed. He had a great body for a sixty-something. Hell, he had a great body for a forty-something. And his erection was magnificent. I felt like he had rubbed the back of my tonsils in the doggy position he’d taken me in. He had driven me hard and long, taking me deep and slow and then fast and faster. I came again. So did he, although I had no idea how much production he managed. He certainly managed to stay hard.

He still was thick and long, and hard as steel. He’d been that way since he’d come out of the bathroom to fuck me the first time. He must have taken something, Viagra or something, when he was in there the first time. Whatever he’d taken, it had given him a long-lasting monstrous hard on. He was rock hard and godawful long and thick, the shaft standing straight out from an unruly gray and reddish-brown bush. I’d noticed that there was less gray and more reddish-brown on his body as the thatching moved down from his bald head.

I didn’t know how long the drug could keep him hard and now many times he planned to fuck me with the out-sized shaft. But I didn’t care. I was having a ball being balled by him. He was definitely a take command sort of guy. And he could flip-flop as well as I could.

He sat down beside me and said, “Roll onto your back for me, baby.” I did so. “Open your legs for me, David.” He glided his hands up my inner thighs, coaxing my legs open, and I spread them for him.

“Again? We’re going to . . . ?” I asked.

“As long as you’ll take it and it stays hard, I’m going to fuck you with it, yes,” he said. “Unless . . .”

“Yes, fuck me again,” I begged. It was thick and as hard as steel. I could ride it all day.

When his hands had reached where my thighs connected with my groin on either side, he ran his hands back down to under my knees, further spread and bent my legs, and set my feet on the surface of the bed.

“I love how you give me full control, how you let me position you as I want you and then stay there while I take you,” he murmured. “How flexible you are to be able to take and hold the positions,” he added.

I had no answer for that other than I enjoyed surrendering to him wholly, so I said nothing. I didn’t mind being his fuck doll as long as he could maintain a magnificent hard. I loved being balled by big-cocked men.

“Can you push your pelvis up to give me a good angle? I think I can get in deeper than last time.”

I shuddered at the thought, but I did as he bid.

“Yes, like that. Stay there, open to me, baby. Take my cock again. Take all of me.”

He rolled over onto his knees between my spread thighs, cupped my buttocks with his hands, separating the cheeks. I gasped and bunched up sheeting in my fists, with my arms cast straight out from my body, attaining an “I’m open to anything you do to me” sacrificial pose, as he entered me again, thick and rock hard, and immediately went deep. Turning my cheek to the sheet and focusing my eyes across the room to the wall of mirror, where I could watch him fuck me, I moaned and set my hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts—in, out, in deep, hold, out, in, out, in deep . . .

“Yes, like that. Fuck me deep. Oh, god, yes.”

His head was turned to the mirror too, him watching me being fucked, me watching him fucking me. Pretty good view for two older men. Two men in prime condition for their ages. Fucking, fucking, fucking.

The man knew how to fuck.

Merry Christmas to him. Merry Christmas to me.

Later, as he lay stretched along my body, he murmured, “There’s a university basketball game the afternoon of New Year’s. We could—”

“Yes.”

“Dinner after at the Ivy Inn.”

“Yes.”

“Then, afterward—”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“I was thinking of a trip to Portugal in February or March.”

“Yes. Anything. Anywhere.”

“I’m still hard. Maybe—”

“Yes, absolutely. Happy Holidays.”

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While driving across country, I found that if you had your pants unzipped when you picked up a hitchhiker, it often led to things you wanted to happen.  I never exposed myself but I often had the waist of my jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down. If anything was said, I used the excuse that the jeans were actually too tight to drive in and my others were packed away.

Being gay, I was selective, and only picked up the younger clean good looking guys thumbing a ride. I would pull over and asked where they were going.  If it was on my way, perfect.  More times than not, the passenger would notice my jeans open and I would notice at bulge start to form in whatever pants they were wearing.

It was the second day of my trip, when I noticed a hot young muscular stud wearing a sleeveless ‘muscle’ shirt, and fatigue pants.

On the duffle bag next to him was the Marine emblem.  Immediately, I pulled to the shoulder.

He grabbed his bag and jogged up to the drivers door and I asked where he was headed.  He told me and I said it was on my way and to hop in.  After tossing his bag onto the back seat, he hopped in and introduced himself as Clay Baker, and told me where he was headed.

“Nice to meet you, Clay.  I’m Mark Rivers,” I replied, and said, “You realize that you are about three days away from your destination, don’t you?”

 

He said he did and if needed I could drop him off anywhere.  I decided that I would see how the trip went that day then decide.

Clay said that he was headed home on leave but it was just to see some old friends since he had no family.  I said I was driving to the west coast on vacation and had no real schedule, since I was taking a month off from work.

“Nice, I have thirty days off also,” he replied.

 We chatted about nothing in particular and later, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him glance over at my crotch several times.  Then I noticed a bulge start growing in his fatigue pants.  It was nearing sunset when I suggested that we stop for dinner.

I pulled into a truck stop and parked and before getting out, I said, “I need to fix my  jeans.  They are to tight and I unfastened them to make it more comfortable.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve been in  the exact same situation, and if it is dark, I usually take them completely off.  I was lucky I never had an accident.”

“Well, before I picked you up, I considered doing the same thing,” I said.

We went in and ordered.  After placing our order, he excused himself to use the restroom.  He was gone for a while and our meal was just being delivered when he returned.  As he sat down, I noticed a slight sheepish grin on his face and wondered why. 

He insisted on paying and as  he did, I said I would meet him in the store area after using the restroom.

I went into the restroom and into one of the stalls and immediately noticed a hole in the partition between my stall and the next one over.  As I dropped my pants and sat down I noticed a guy in the next booth with his pants down to the floor and as he leaned back, he stroked a beautiful almost eight inch cock.  I watched for a moment when he suddenly put his finger up to the hole, the famous signal that he wanted my cock.

I put the reason I had gone into the restroom out of my mind and stood and put my cock through the hole and immediately felt a hot wet mouth engulf my cock and lovingly start sucking it.  As I enjoyed having my cock sucked, I wondered if the slight grin on Clay’s face was because he had received a blow job also.

After feeding the man my load, I motioned for him to put his through.  He did and I immediately swallowed the seven inch cock and hungrily sucked the huge thick load out of it, making sure I got to swallow every delicious drop.

After he pulled back, I leaned over to the hole and asked softly, “How long has it been since you shot your load?  That was huge.”

“About half an hour.  A guy in fatigue pants and I sucked each other off.”

“Is he good at sucking?” I asked.

“A fucking pro,” he replied.  “Just like you.”

“You’re damn good at it also,” I replied.

I did what I needed to do and left the restroom and as Clay and I looked around, I noticed the guy that sucked me off exit the restroom. Glancing around, he saw Clay and I together, smiled and winked.  We completed our purchase  and as we headed out I noticed a gold wedding band on his left hand.  

He appeared to be in his late twenties and good looking and muscular.  As we left the store and headed for the car, I saw him climb into the cab of a big red Kenworth, with a large walk-in sleeper.

As we pulled out he was behind us and as we turned right he sounded his air horn three times and turned left.  I glanced over at Clay, wondering if his face was as red as mine, and it was.

“I wonder what that was about?” I said.

“Who knows.  Maybe he got lucky,” Clay replied.

‘Yea, twice,’ I thought.

Now knowing that Clay and the trucker had sucked each other, I pondered how to bring it up.  After a couple of minutes, I glanced over at Clay and said, “May I ask you a personal question, and if I’m out of place just tell me.”

“When you went to the restroom, did that trucker offer to suck you?”, I asked.

Clay hesitated a moment then said, “Yes, he did.  Did he offer the same thing to you?”

He left the door wide open for my response.

“He did and I let him.  I’ll be honest with you.  He wasn’t the first and he won’t be the last . I love getting sucked off, any time and by any one that wants it.”

“You’re awfully open about it,” Clay replied.

“Well, we probably won’t ever see each other after this trip, and you don’t know where I live so I don’t care if you know,” I replied, then asked, “Did you let him?”

Smiling, he said, “I sure did.  I’m like you, I love getting my cock sucked.”

“Clay, after what you just said, let me know if you want it again.  I love sucking a guy and giving him some pleasure.”

“I’m glad to know that,” he replied.  “I just might take you up on the offer.”

“Anytime,” I replied, then ask, “You don’t mind riding with a cock sucker?”

“Nope, not at all,” he said with a smile.  Little did he know that I knew he was a cock sucker also.

Before long it was dark and we were between cities and no motel around.  My jeans were in deed uncomfortable and I found an exit where I could pull off and get them down top my knees without wrecking the car.  I was curious as to what Clay might do.

I watched casually as Clay watched my action.  Moments later, I had my jeans down to my knees and was pulling back onto the freeway. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him glancing over at my cock which made it to slowly get hard.  I was about half erect when all of a sudden, Clay had leaned over and had my cock in his mouth.

“I knew you wanted it, and I get yours next.”

A few minutes later I saw a billboard advertising the ‘Midway Motel’. I stopped Clay and pointed to the billboard and said, “Let’s stop there.”

He sat up and I pulled to the shoulder and got my jeans back in place.  I got the room and we drove back to it and once inside, we couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

As we undressed I confessed to Clay that the trucker and I had sucked each other and the trucker had told me that he had done the same with a guy in fatigue pants.

Clay smiled and said, “Well, now you know, I love cock also.”

In moments we were both naked and wrapped in each others arms kissing passionately and sucking each others tongue.  After a moment, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock balls deep, holding it there as he worked his throat muscles.  After a few minutes, he spun me around and after spreading my ass cheeks buried his tongue in my ass , drilling it in as far as possible.

After a few moments, he stood back up and apologized for his attack on my body, explaining that the last four days before his leave started he hadn’t been able to hook up with his other gay marine buds.

We kissed again and he said he couldn’t decide if he wanted to suck me first or take me in his ass.  I smiled and asked if he ever got fisted and he said he loved it.  I suggested that we have a sixty-nine while I fisted is hot bubble ass.  He was all for it.  Moments later, after burying my fist up his ass half way to my elbow we began a hot sixty-nine, devouring each others cock.

We climaxed simultaneously and having my fist in his ass increased the amount of cum he fed me.  Later we fucked each other before going to sleep and during the night we had another sixty-nine.

The next morning we took things slower and each sat back and watched the other suck the others cock dry.  After packing up and both dressing minimally, we got breakfast and hit the road.

It was near ten that morning , he reached over and began rubbing my cock.  Once it was hard, he unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out.  Leaning over he began sucking my cock.

After a moment, I said, “Clay, you might want to stop.  We’re about to pass a trucker.”

He paused and said, “Fuck, let him watch.”

He returned to sucking me and as I pulled up next to the semi, the driver looked over and sounded his horn.  Clay pulled off, letting the trucker get a good look at my hard cock.  Then after sucking it a few more seconds, he sat up and looked up into the cab of the truck.  The trucker pointed at Clay then to his crotch and Clay smiled and nodded his head yes.  The driver motioned for us to follow him.

I dropped in behind him and a few miles down the road the trucker pulled into a rest area that was deserted.  We followed and he motioned for us to come to his rig.  We did and he shoved the door open and said, “Get in here.  I ain’t got off in three days.  I need one of you bad.

We climbed in and followed him back to the sleeper where he was totally nude in less that a minute and a half. We got on each side of him as he sat on the bunk and took turns sucking his cock and nipples. It wasn’t long before he said he was close.  I let Clay take the load then he kissed me and shared it.  The trucker thanked us and said it was the best he had ever had and sucked Clay off as  Clay finished me off.

After returning to the road, and both sexually satisfied for the moment, I asked Clay if he had been able to have sex when in the middle east.

“Mark, there was more that anyone could imagine. Since the chance of having sex with a woman was very slim, sex among the soldiers was overlooked by all.  Even some officers joined in.”

“How did you know which guys would participate?” I asked.

“Well, in my case, after I arrived, my superior sent me out on patrol with another guy and while in the foxhole our conversation went to sex and the next thing I knew he was sucking my cock.  He had no idea I was already into men and was shocked when I sucked him and deep throated his cock.”

“And I assumed, word got around that you were one who played.”

“You got it. My third day there, the Major called me to his quarters and we spent half the night sucking and fucking, and he was married.

Sex was also common late at night in the enlisted showers. At times there would be several pairs having sex but usually it was more like an orgy.”

“And you joined in, I assume,” I said with a smile.

“You better fucking know it.  There were nights I would suck several while an equal number fucked my ass.  There was also one high ranking officer that was straight but did give in to his needs and would call me to his quarters and fuck me and kiss but nothing else. He used my ass as a cunt.”

After making a coffee stop I let Clay drive, and as he did, I sucked him off while a trucker drove along side and watched.  Once I had Clay’s load in my mouth, I sat up and showed the trucker the cum in my mouth.  He smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

That night, we got a motel room at a motel next to a large truck stop.  We went in for dinner and Clay hooked up with a driver in the large handicapped booth in the restroom.  

We had agreed that whoever hooked up with a trucker first, they would let the trucker know our room number and to pass it on to what ever trucker needed relief.

All night there was a steady stream of truckers to our room, usually one at a time but on a couple of occasions, we had a pair of team drivers visit and we would both service one in what ever way he wanted.  Team drivers are drivers that drive together in the same rig, each driving their eight hours.  Team drivers cover more distance before resting than a single driver.

We managed to get about three hours sleep before checking out. We drove for a short while before stopping for the day again next to a truck stop  we got a bite to eat then went to our room and crashed for several hours.

It was approaching nine that night when we went back to the truck stop to eat.  As we walked across the lot we noticed two hot truckers who appeared to be in their early thirties, climbing down from the same rig. They entered the building first and as we followed, they headed for the restaurant.  We casually followed and took a table near them.

Upon hearing their conversation, I could tell they were team drivers.  Our tables were next to each other and the way we were seated, any one of us could look over and see the two at the other table clearly.

After ordering, I glanced up just in time to see one of the drivers look our way and smile as he wink at Clay.   I waited several moments then whispered to Clay, “I saw his wink.  Smile at him and then head to the restroom and lets see if he follows.”

Clay waited a moment then when the guy looked at him again, clay smiled and got up and headed for the restroom.  A few seconds later the trucker got up and followed.  

Several minutes later, Clay returned followed by the other driver, and as Clay sat down, he said, “They play and I invited them to join us.”

“Perfect,” I said.

They moved to our table and introduced them selves as Rick Sims and Dan Connors.  In conversation, we found that Rick was thirty-two and Dan was thirty-one.  Rick was married to Dan’s twin sister.

　

We talked casually as we ate dinner then they joined us in our motel room.  There, we found out that they had been playing since before they became brother-in-laws.

After a four-way cock sucking episode, where Dan sucked me, I sucked Rick, Rick sucked Clay and Clay sucked Dan, I said I needed to take a piss.  Dan quickly said he wanted it.

I stepped up to him and once his lips were sealed around my cock I let the flow begin and he hungrily began swallowing.  Then Rick looked at Clay and said, “When you need to go, feed it to me.”

Clay smiled and said, “Open up.”

Within seconds Clay was feeding Rick his piss as I fed Dan mine. After they had drained and swallowed both our piss loads, I asked, “Do you drink from each other?”

“All the time,” Rick said. “Whoever is driving feeds his piss to the other.  That way we don’t have to stop as often and can make more runs, thus making more money.  Plus, since we both love cock and getting fucked, we keep each other sexually satisfied while on the road, unless we meet guys like you two to join in.”

After some ass fucking, we all showered together and they left.   After they had, Clay laughed and said, “Since they share everything else, I wonder if they share Rick’s wife?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.  About a year ago I met a guy and he took me home and I had sex with him, his wife, his dad, and his mom.  I was fucking his wife while he fucked his mom and sucked his dad. It was an unbelievable night.”

“I bet it was hot as hell watching him fuck his mom while sucking his own dad,” Clay said.

“You better know it,” I replied.

I glanced over at him and said, “Clay, I’m just curious and was wondering when and how you got started with men.”

“It started when I was much younger.  It was just my dad and I living together.  He worked construction by day and was a drunk by night.  He’d drink from the time he got off until late at night  then stagger in and go to bed.  He never new if I was home or not.”

I had gone out one night and it was about nine or ten.  I was walking along a street when a car pulled up and the guy offered me twenty bucks to suck my cock.  I wanted the money and was curious about what it would feel like to get sucked.  I agreed.  I met him several nights and was paid twenty every night  then one Friday he said he would pay me fifty if I let him fuck me.  Again, I agreed.”

He paused and took a deep breath before continuing.  

“He took me to a cheap motel and when we got in the room we both undressed and he ate my ass some then used lube on us both then gradually shoved his cock up my ass.  He went slow but it still hurt.  Once he was all the way in, he stopped and let me adjust.  When he started actually fucking me, I kind of liked it.  Before long he climaxed and filled me with his cum as he jerked me off.  After we showered, we did some kissing and then he had me suck him off and eat his cum.  When we left the motel he said it was a super evening and paid me a hundred and fifty.  I knew then how I was going to get more money.”

I started hanging around on street corners and made no less than two hundred a night depending on what the guy wanted. I bough a cell phone and was having clients call me all the time.  Some nioghts I would have as many as four appointments and make up to eight hundred and on a few occasions a thousand.”

“I was a male prostitute until I was twenty and joined the Marines. At eighteen, my dad died and I inherited the house.  My clients began coming to me.  If they wanted me for a party, it was a flat rate of five hundred then a hundred an hour after that.  I did what ever they wanted including being their urinal.  I refused any type of shit play.”

“Un-fucking-believable!” I exclaimed .

“If I may ask, how much did you make on the street?”

“When my dad died, I had twenty thousand in a box in the attic.  After selling the house when I joined the Marines, and after what I pulled out for this trip, I have over a hundred thousand in the bank.”

“Mother fuck,” I exclaimed.

“Hell, Mark, I have five thousand cash in my bag.  I only told you because I know I can trust you,” he said, then added, “By the way,  any future gas you need is on me.”

“That’s not necessary.  I’d be buying it anyway.”

“Hey, stud, don’t argue with me,” he stated bluntly.

I said we needed to stop for a bathroom break when he asked, “You just need to pee?”

“Yea,” I replied.

He smiled then reached over and began taking my cock out of my pants.  As he did, he said, “Once I have you in my mouth, let it flow.”

I looked at him for a moment when he smiled and said, “Yes, I like drinking it.  I drink my own often.”

“The more we are together the more I find that we have in common.  I drink also, and love to be piss on all over.”

“No shit!  I love getting hosed, clothed or nude,” he replied, before leaning over and taking my cock in his mouth.  Once he had, I let the flow begin and watched as he drank every drop.

After he had finished and I had managed to put my cock away, I asked, “Clay, if I remember right, you said that your buds have no idea that you are visiting, is that correct?”

“Yea, why?”

“Why don’t you spend your leave with me.  I’ll have you back on base in time.”

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“I’ve never been more serious.  I’d love nothing better that being with you for the rest of my vacation.”

“Baby, you got a vacation partner,“ he replied.

I pulled to the shoulder of the interstate and didn’t care who passed as I leaned over and tongue kissed him with cars passing.

That night, after eating, we spent the night together, just the two of us.  We started out with a hot sixty-nine and piss trade, then later we lovingly fucked each other. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms and awoke the same way.

After getting up, we headed for the bathroom and quickly, Clay stepped into the shower and dropped to his knees.  “I want a golden shower,” he said, smiling.

“Face included?” I asked.

“You better fucking know it, baby,” he replied.

As I began pissing all over his face and muscular hairy chest, I told him I wanted the same in return.  After swallowing what was in his mouth, he gladly agreed.

Once I was on my knees receiving his piss, I drank all I could. It was an honor having this hot stud Marine feeding me his piss.  After he was drained, I stood and we kissed passionately.

　

After fucking each other standing in the shower, we cleaned up and headed for bed. Cuddled together, turned his head to me slightly and said, “Am I ever glad you stopped and picked me up.”

“So am I, mister stud Marine,” I replied then after a moment, I added, “At some point before I take you back to base, I want to have sex with you in full uniform.”

“I’d like that very much,” he replied. 

We drove through the town where his buds lived and I asked, “You want to stay here or keep going?”

“That’s a fucking stupid question.  I want to spend my vacation with you doing what we both love,” he replied.

We continued on, usually stopping at motels next to truck stops.  That night we pulled into one and got a room ad while eating dinner at the truck stop we saw two semi’s from the same company pull into the lot.

Having chosen a booth at the window, we watched as both drivers climbed down and walked toward the restaurant, coming straighe for the window where we sat.  Both were in their late twenties or early thirties and muscular as hell.  The fact that they were both good looking was an added feature.  

As they neared the window I could see them better than Clay could.

They were looking at us and as they did I told him to turn and look at how hot they were.  As he turned, I looked at them also and casually licked my lips.  Immediately, the taller of the two reached down and rubbed his crotch.  I licked my lips again.

They entered the restaurant area and took a table where I could see both their crotch’s under the table.  They were looking in our direction and when I glanced toward them at one point, they both rubbed their crotch’s.

We ate and  afterward I headed for the restroom.  Moments after I got up, the taller of the two got up and followed.  Once in the restroom, I stepped up to a urinal and the other guy came in and looked in the booths and once satisfied we were alone, he came up to me and asked, “Do you and your friend play?”

“Play?” I asked.

“Don’t play games with me. We saw you licking your lips. My friend and I will give you what we got if you give us what you got,” and with that he grasped my cock gently and leaned forward and kissed me gently.

With him kissing me I felt comfortable that we were not in any danger from them.  After the kiss, I smiled and said, “Room 128, next door.”

“Great.  See you two studs after we eat,” he said. “I’ll let you leave first.”

I left and we paid for our meal and headed back to the room.  Roughly ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.  Opening it, I found the two truckers standing there smiling.

I invited them in and after closing the door, the one I had talked with in the restroom spoke up and said, “We have been talking.  We would like to start out with you fucking us then sucking us.  Then after a while we will do the same to you.”

I looked at Clay and he spoke up saying, “That’s fine with us.”

They stepped closer , the taller one in front of me and lovingly put their arms around us and kissed us passionately, as we all undressed each other.

Once we were all completely nude, I looked at them and asked, “Have either of you ever had sex with an active duty Marine?”

They both said no but admitted that it would be hot.   Clay chose the shorter for the first round.  Moments later, Clay and I were side by side on our backs in bed, the shorter guy, Ben, was sucking Clay and the taller, Sam, was sucking me.

Before long, they brought us both to a roaring climax, hungrily eating our cum loads.  Then, after raising our legs, we were surprised when they both dove in and hungrily tongue fucked and licked our asses before making entry. 

Almost the entire time they fucked us they were passionately kissing us.  Soon their loads were deposited in our holes, and Clay and I were in heaven with these two studs.

After pulling out, the four of us kissed and made out then talked.  Ben was single but Sam was married.  He laughed and said, “When I started driving, my wife made me promise that I would never fuck another woman.  I agreed and have kept that promise.  She never said I couldn’t have sex with another man, mainly because she didn’t know I preferred men.”

We asked if they had sex together and they said they did nightly unless they happen to meet someone that played, like us.

After a while, Clay and I sucked them off and devoured their loads then got in position and fucked their asses.  After filling their asses with our cum, we kissed more before they dressed to leave.  

Standing at the door they said that they were pulling out about seven and asked if they could come by before hand for some cock sucking.  We said definitely.

We went to sleep, pleasantly drained and was awaken the next morning at half past six by a knocking on the door. Checking the viewer, I saw Sam and Ben standing there.

I stepped behind the door as I opened it, seeing as how I was totally nude.  The two truckers kissed us both good morning and said that since they became team drivers, they had never found two guys more into sex than they were, until meeting us.

Immediately, they stripped off what few clothes they had on and we began a hot cock sucking session with me sucking Sam, Sam sucking Clay, Clay sucking Ben, and Ben sucking me.  We all climaxed just moments apart and all hungrily devoured the thick loads fed to us.

They kissed us again and wished us well before they left. As Clay showered, I pulled out my laptop and did a search for gay nudist resorts and found that there was one only about six hours away.   I entered the bathroom and joined Clay in the shower and as we washed each other I asked what he thought about going to a gay nudist resort. I have never seen anyone so excited in my life.

We checked out and as we headed for breakfast, Sam and Ben pulled out in their big rig and sounded the horn at us, both giving us a ‘thumbs up’ sign.

We ate and hit the road with Clay saying how much he was looking forward to being naked outdoors with other naked men, and that he had always wanted to do it.

We only stopped for lunch and gas and arrived at the gate to the nudist camp shortly after three that afternoon.  A sign posted at the gate stated that it was a private club and that they had weekend, memberships as well as weekly, monthly and annual memberships which had to be paid in advance by credit card.

“My treat,” Clay said, pulling out his card and after scanning it , entered our names and agreed to documents that stated we were both over the age of twenty-one.  A  note was printed out stating that we could pick up our memberships cards at the main office.

By the time we returned to the car, the gate began to slide open and we drove through.  About a half mile through the woods, we entered a clearing  and parked at the office.  We went in and showed our ID’s, had our pictures taken and seconds later had our membership cards good for seven consecutive days.

We were assigned to apartment six which happened to be poolside.  As the clerk handled the registration and check-in, he stated that it was fairly quiet being a Wednesday, but things would be extremely active Friday through Sunday.

We were informed that the only restriction was that scat play was permitted only allowed in the ‘pig pen’ which was a special cabin with concrete floors and was hosed down daily, but water sports was allowed anywhere on the property as was oral and anal sex.

The young hot clerk, who appeared to be in his late twenties, said, “Since you said that this is your first time to a club of this nature, be prepared to see the activities occurring out in public with others watching and occasionally joining in after being invited.”

We were given two keys, each on a wrist band, and parked the car and took only our personal items inside.

After stripping, we went out onto our patio which connected to the walk around the pool and as we sat down, a nude waiter wearing only flip-flops, asked if we cared for something to drink. We each ordered a beer and moments later, he returned with two ice cold beers and said he was Nick, and was assigned to our bungalow, and if we needed anything to call him and gave us his number.

As we sipped or beers, we looked around and saw two older men, probably in late forties or early fifties, making out over on the lawn before starting a sixty-nine.

Later that afternoon, after looking at a property layout in our room, we decided to check out what was called the ‘wet room’, which is where most water sports was held.  Then we checked out the dungeon where there was slings, stocks, and other items of bondage.

As we walked back to our apartment, we saw a car pull up to the apartment next to ours, and the driver quickly exit his car and hurry into his apartment.  He was in his early thirties and very muscular and well built.  He had light brown hair on his head and arms.  But what got our attention more than anything else was the fact that he was in a state police uniform.

Once back on out patio, we saw Nick and called him over and asked him about the uniform.

“Do me a favor,” he began.  “Go inside and I’ll bring you two beers and explain in private.”  He quickly turned and left.

We went inside, and moments later Nick returned with our beers and after letting him in, he said, “Please, you didn’t hear this from me.”

We agreed and he began telling us that the guy was Tony Macon, a twenty-nine year old state cop. He said he is totally gay, and spends a week at a time at the resort about once every couple of months.

“He arrived yesterday and it is extremely rare for him to be seen in his uniform.   His work district is about an hour north of us and visits us to play, since he doesn’t do anything around where he works.

“Our lips are sealed,” I said, “but I can’t wait to see him nude.”

“I don’t mean to be tacky, but your mouth will water,” Nick said, then saying he needed to get back to work.

He left and we returned to the patio with our beers.  About ten minutes later, The man came out nude for a moment.  After looking around, he noticed us and nodded then went back in.  A few seconds later he returned with three beers and asked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” I replied.

He came over and after setting the beers on the table, he said, “I’m Tony,” and offered his hand.

As I shook his hand I said, “I’m Mark and this is Clay.”

Seeing him nude, we both realized what Nick meant.  Tony was about six-three,  extremely muscular,  hairy all over, and sported about eight inches hanging over large tight balls.

He sat down and said, “I noticed you two when I drove up,and was wondering if I could ask a favor.”

“Sure, ask away,” Clay said.

“I seldom arrive here in uniform, but when my shift ended, I was running late for a an appointment at my bank, and didn’t change.  I figured I would get here before anyone was out and about and wouldn’t be seen,” he began.

“When I pulled up and was still in uniform, I didn’t know what to do, so I got inside as fast as I could.  Yes, I am a state cop but I love sex with men as much as any other gay male.  May I ask you to please not let anyone know I am a cop.  If it got out it could mean my job.”

“Tony, I assure you our lips are sealed,“ I said.

Then clay spoke up and said, “I know exactly what you are saying. I am active duty Marines, and if they found out I was gay it would be the end of my career, if I lived long enough to be discharged.”

He smiled and stood up and said, “Stand up.  I want to thank you and give you both a hug.”

We stood and Tony stepped up to us and first hugged and tongue kissed me then Clay and asked if we would have dinner with him that evening.

We agreed and he said, “I’m off for the next two days, so maybe we can sit and share some experiences, especially some of yours, Clay.

We agreed to meet in on the patio at half past seven, with Tony insisting that he put our meals on his bill.  It was totally weird to see the other guest sitting at tables, everyone nude. The wait staff was nude also but wore an apron around their waist because of state law.

We had a great meal as wee told Tony about me picking Clay up on the side of the road hitch hiking, and about me having my pants open at the waist and unzipped.

Tony laughed and said, “When we back to the apartment, I have something to tell you  about something similar that happened to me.”

We did tell him about our encounters with truckers along the way and he was astonished that so many truckers played while on the road.  

We finished our meal, and headed back to the apartment, and as we did, Tony spoke up and asked, “Are either of you into water sports?” 

We both said we were and he suggested that we check out the wet room later in the evening.  We invited him into our place and asked what he was going to tell us.

He laughed and said, “Like I told you earlier, I never do anything over in my own district.  I need to amend that and say almost never.”

Smiling, I said, “Okay, spit it out and I bet this is good.”

He laughed and began his story.

It was about six or seven months ago and as soon as I finished my shift I was going home and  change and head up here. It was about three in the morning and quiet and as I patrolled the highway I was thinking about my trip up here.  Needless to say I was turned on and boned when a semi flew by in the opposite lanes.  I did a quick u-turn and checked my radar.  He was fifteen over the limit.  I turned on the siren and lights and pulled him over. When I walked up and told him to get out he told me to wait a minute.  I jerked the door open and he was totally naked.  I made him get down and asked what he thought he was doing.”

“What was his answer to that?” I asked.

“He said he would tell me the truth and said that he was horny and had stripped and was jerking off and was nearing his climax when he sped up and I caught him  I could see his cum load  all over his stomach and chest and needless to say I got boned, and it was very obvious.  He laughed and said I looked like I was in the same boat, and he would gladly take care of in in exchange for not giving him a ticket.  

“Before I could respond he was rubbing my boner making it ever harder.  Since he was from a thousand miles away I dropped my guard and agreed.  Right there on the highway we went around to the other side of his rig and he sucked me dry.  He was young, muscular and hung and by the time he got me off he was hard again. I looked at his eight incher and dropped and sucked him off then told him to get the hell out of my area.  He laughed and said he had always wanted sex  with a cop.”

“You ever hear from him again?” Clay asked.

“No, but for a few months I was on edge every time I had to go to the district commanders office, wondering if he had received a letter.

We laughed and I looked at them and said, “You’re a state cop and you’re a Marine.  I’d give anything to have you both in uniform in front of me on my knees.”  

Tony smiled and asked Clay, “You have a uniform in your bags?”

“Yes I do, and I know what you’re thinking.  Let me go get it.”

Clay went to our room and got his uniform and came back  and together they both put their uniforms on, minus any underwear. They stepped up to me and as they kissed, I dropped to my knees and unzipped their pants and extracted their hardening cocks.  I alternated between them as they kissed and after a while Tony said he was close and asked me to not get Clay off and to let him do us both.

Moments later, Tony’s huge cock exploded, feeding me a huge, thick, creamy load.  After devouring it all, I stood up and Tony dropped and began sucking me and Clay off.  First, he got me off then took his time getting Clay off, but when he did he devoured Clay’s hot load. I knew from experience that Tony was fed a huge thick load.

After swallowing the load, Tony stood up and kissed us both and asked if we wanted to check out either the dungeon or the wet room.  We said yes and after they undressed we headed out and checked the dungeon first.  There were three guys in slings, with one getting fucked by an older man. A second was being face fucked and the third appeared to be about  thirty and was asking us to fist fuck his ass.  We stopped and took turns fisting his hot ass seeing who go up him the farthest.  While Clay was fisting him, the guy climaxed out onto himself, and Tony and I licked him clean.

We went to the wet room and found several guys there  making out.  After we entered, Tony and Clay knelt side by side as a signal they wanted to be pissed on.

Seeing them on their knees, the men headed over and about that time several others entered.  I quickly knelt next to tony and secones later, nine guys were pissing on us aiming for our open mouths.  All three of us drank as much as possible  and after the guys finished pissing, they began jerking off. Moments later all three of our faces were coated in thick, creamy cum.

As we began to lick each other clean several of the guys joined in and licked cum off of us also.  We watched as one of the guys got double fucked by two of the biggest cocks there while sucking the others.  

We went to the showers that were provided and after cleaning ourselves off, we headed back to our apartments, with Tony telling us that on Friday and Saturday night the wet room would be packed, with piss and cum flying everywhere.

We got back to our rooms and Tony said goodnight and that he would see us the following night after he got off patrol.

Clay and I slipped into bed and were soon asleep.  At some point the next morning we heard Tony start his car and drive away.  Later, after having some caffeine to get us going, Clay and I headed for the dining room for breakfast.  After a casual breakfast, we strolled back to out apartment.

We both commented how strange we both felt strolling around outdoors totally nude with others around.  Then, as we approached the pool area, we saw a couple at a table with one guy in a chair and the other sitting on the ground between the guys legs, casually licking and sucking the hard cock of the guy in the chair.

Then, on the pool apron, two guys lay on lounges casually fondling their hard cocks.  Both appeared to be in their early to mid-forties.

Both were fairly well built, one was hairy, and both well endowed.

As we passed them, the nodded and smiled and I casually asked if they needed any assistance.  They both smiled as one said, “We wouldn’t turn it down, especially not from you two.” 

We stopped and as I sat on the lounge next to one guy, Clay did the same with the other. Seconds later we were fondling their hard cocks before swallowing the cock we held. As we did, both men moaned softly and we began sucking , working for the loads they would provide.

The man that Clay was sucking looked at the other and said, “I don’t know about your stud, but mine is a fucking expert.”

“Fuck, so is mine,” replied the guy I was sucking.

Moments later, both cocks exploded just seconds apart, feeding each of us a large, thick, creamy load.

As clay and I pulled off and licked the cocks clean, one asked, “May we return the favor.  You both look like you could use it.”

Glancing at each other, we both smiled, noticing that we were both rock hard.  We immediately agreed and the two men sat up and began sucking our hard cocks. After bringing us both to a climax and devouring our loads,  the asked how long we would be at the resort.  We told them we would be leaving the following Wednesday.

They smiled and the slightly older one said, “Before you leave, we sure would love to see what those two awesome cocks would feel like up our asses.”

“We’d love that,” Clay replied.

Returning to our place, I said I needed to piss and Clay immediately said he wanted it.  There in the living room, he sealed my cock in his mouth with his hot lips and lovingly drank every drop I fed him.  We kidded and he said he wanted it every time.  I agreed but only if he fed me his every time he needed to piss. 

Shortly after lunch, we noticed several guys around the pool and Clay said, “I want you to fuck me with those guys watching.”

“Hell yea.  I have always wanted an audience when I fucked a guy,” I replied.

We went out onto our patio and I began eating Clay’s ass.  The men were all no further than fifteen to twenty feet away as I stood up behind Clay and began sliding my cock balls deep in his hole.

We noticed the men farthest away moved closer with one in his early fifties stepped in front of Clay offering his cock.  Clay swallowed it and began sucking the guy as another younger man began fucking me, and another slipped under Clay and swallowed his cock.

It wasn’t long before we all four climaxed just moments apart.  After we all kissed each other as a thank you, Clay and I headed for the hiking trail as the others resumed getting their tan.

As we did, I reached over and casually grasped his left hand with my right hand.  I glanced over and he looked at me and smiled and squeezed my hand.

After a few moments, I said, “When we finish out this week, what do you think about us returning to my place and spend the rest of our vacation together there.  I do know that there is a gay nudist camp a couple pf hours from where I live, should we decide to go there for a while.”

“Mark, I love that idea.  It’s so good to be around someone that has no problem with me being my self.  We both love sucking cock, and getting sucked, fucking and getting fucked, kissing, eating cum, and drinking piss.  Why should I change that?”

We kissed and continued our walk.

That evening, Tony returned and after stripping came over, smiling and said, “I’m off for four days, so let the fun begin.”

It was a Thursday evening and he didn’t have to return to patrol until Tuesday morning.

“Knowing you two were hear, I got an okay to take two days of personal time off along with my regular days off.  It’s good to know I can have sex with guys that know I’m a state cop and not worry about them outing me.”

We smiled and said we looked forward to a wild weekend.

Smiling back, he said, “So do I, and by the way, I’m thirsty.  Do either of you have something for me to drink?”

“Out on the patio, I do,” Clay replied. 

“I think I do also,” I added.

Stepping out onto the patio, Tony dropped to his knees and Clay and I both stood in front of him and let the piss flow, aiming our steams into his mouth and all over his face and chest.

When we were drained, Tony stood up saying, “Fuck, guys, that was awesome.  I fucking loved it.”

“When you need top go let us know.  We want yours on us.”

“Until then, can I eat your asses?” he asked.

We smiled and turned our asses to him, and as we bent over I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his hot wet tongue drill into my hole.

“Oh, fuck yea,.  Don’t stop,” I said.  

Unfortunately he did but I then hear Clay gasp in pleasure as Tony shoved his tongue up Clay’s ass.

Tony alternated back and forth between our asses as we both developed raging boners and several guys watched.

After our asses were squeaky clean, we let the boners subside then went to the dining room for dinner.

The crowd had grown to more than triple what had been there earlier and guest were still scheduled to arrive the next day.  We later went to the dungeon and saw several guys in slings getting either fucked or fisted.  One guy in his thirties had an older guys fist up his ass past the elbow.

Also in the dungeon was every variety of  bondage and torture.guys had suction cups on their nipples and weights on their balls   stretching them to unexpected lengths. It was obvious some had been getting stretched for years.

  

We then went to the wet room where Clay and I quickly knelt and had six guys come up and began hosing us down starting at the top of our heads.  Tony was one of them.

We went to the drinking area and all three of us began devouring what ever piss was fed to us. I stopped counting after the ninth man fed me his piss load.

It was past midnight when we returned to the apartment and Tony said he had one request.  When we asked what it was he smiled and said he wanted us to double fuck him.  We said we would be happy to grant his desire.

With Clay on his back, Tony sat on his cock and once he was ready, he leaned forward and I came up behind him and began shoving my cock in his ass with Clay’s.  After several moments, I was in almost balls deep and as Tony moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, I began to piston in and out.  With the underside of our cocks rubbing together as I went in and out, Clay and I soon reached a gigantic climax, filling Tony’s ass with our cum.  As we did, he cried out in pleasure and spontaneously climaxed out onto Clay’s chest.

Gradually, I pulled out then Tony rolled off to the side, totally spent. After a moment he noticed his huge load of cum on Clay’s chest, and together, he and I licked it all up, feeding some to Clay.

We stayed in Tony’s bed that night and fed each other our strong morning piss.  After a three man shower, we went out for breakfast at the buffet poolside.  We observed guys jerking off in other guys coffee  or on their food.

Sex was even wilder with the larger crowd that night  in the dungeon we observed a ten man fuck session.  The man not getting fucked was getting sucked.  I had never seen ten men, forming a line, one fucking the other. As we continued around men were being hung by their arms and whipped  and abused, causing them to spontaneously ejaculate huge loads all over whoever was in front of them. 

We returned to our apartment and had a three way with Tony, giving him my address as well as Clay’s and we got his, promising to keep in touch.

Clay and I headed back to my place, with me driving.  After several hours, we swapped  drivers, and as he drove, I said, “Are you into piss play as much as you seem to be?”

“Was it that obvious?” he asked.

“It was to me, I guess because I love it also,” I replied.

“Mark, I’ve been into piss since my late teens.  One of my buds and his dad got me into it.  When I stayed over at their place on weekends, we all pissed in a glass and drank it with out meal.  We never knew whose piss we were drinking.  Hell, they even had a plastic cover for their mattress and would piss in bed and sleep in it.”

“Would you like to do that with me?” I asked.

“Mark, with you, I’ll do anything you want,” he told me.

“Well, I have been told about a place where guys go and have piss parties.  It’s on private property, and from what I’ve been told the cops can’t do anything about it.”

“It’s open to anyone?” he asked.

“As far as I know, yes it is.  The property is an old park with an abandon restroom, which the county sold several years ago.  The individual that owns it, is into puss play and calls the restroom the ‘Piss Pond’.  He started having buds over to play then told his buds that anyone could use it.  The crowd grew and from what I have heard there are sometimes twenty or more guys there some clothed, and their clothes soaked in piss, and some naked.”

“Fuck, baby, that sounds hot as hell.  Have you been there?”

“Not yet, but with you with me, I can’t wait to go and see the action.” 

“Damn, the thought of that is getting me boned,” he said, rubbing his crotch.

“Well, I guess we need to take care of that,” I said as I leaned over and unfastened his pants.  Once they were open, I extracted his now rock hard cock.  “Fucking beautiful,” I said before taking it entirely into my mouth. As I did, he moaned softly and said, “Baby, your mouth is always like velvet.”

I began slowly and lovingly sucking him and moments later he said, “About to pass a trucker.”

“Fuck, let him watch if he wants to,” I said.

 As we passed, I suddenly heard the truck’s air horn sound, and turned and looked at the driver.  He smiled and opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue, indicating that he wanted to suck also.

I asked Clay if he wanted to stop and he said sure.  I motioned the trucker to follow us, he nodded then motioned for us to come to his truck and climb in.  I nodded we would and soon we pulled into a rest area.  

We pulled in and by the time we parked and Clay fastened his pants and we walked back to the truck and climbed in, the hot young driver was already in the sleeper and totally naked.

He sucked us both off and we took turns sucking him, and when he climaxed we shared his load.  I did manage to find out that he was twenty-nine and seeing the gold band on his left hand figured he was married.

After he had fed us his cum load, he said, “I love to get fist fucked, and if you are into that, I’ll feed you a load three times bigger than the one you just had.”

We said we would love to fist his ass, and in a split second he had a small can of Crisco out to use as lube.  Once we both had our hands and lower arms coated in Crisco, Clay entered his ass first, going in then pulling out, alternating between his right and left hand.

After a few minutes, the driver told us to each shove a fist up him together.  Clay grasped my left hand with his right as if we were walking down the road holding hands.  Then, with the fist we had made against the truckers hole, he said, “Push and bury that fist in me.”

We did and went in him just over half way to our elbows, as the trucker cried out, “OH FUCK YEA!”  the said he was about to shoot.

I quickly took his cock in my mouth and huge volleys of cum erupted from his hard cock and once my mouth was full, I motioned for Clay to take over.  I swallowed what I had taken and once Clay’s mouth was full he pulled off and swallowed and the drivers cock continued shooting cum out onto his hairy stomach.  

Once we had pulled out of his ass, we licked him clean then kissed him and fed him what we had licked up.

He thanked us for a great time and as we dressed, I asked if his wife know what he did on the road.

Smiling, he said, “She doesn’t but her dad does.”

“Hey bud, you have to explain that statement,” I said.

“When I was twenty, his company hired me on to be his helper loading and unloading cargo as needed.  He was bisexual and into cock and cunt.  He got me into sucking cock and he and I were soon sucking and fucking each other daily.  He loved getting fisted and got me started.  We would fist each other while having a sixty-nine. I started dating his daughter and his words to me when we decided to get married were ‘What you do on the road is your business.  What you do when home is her business.’  When on the road I’m a cock loving, cum eating, fist taking whore.  But at home, I am a loving devoted husband and dad.”

“Do you and her dad still get together?” Clay asked.

“Oh yes, at east twice a month if not more.”

“What about your son?  You going to introduce him to man pleasures?”  

“Well, definitely hot until he is much older, at least twenty, and even then the situation will determine what I do or don’t do.”

We thanked him for an awesome time and asked if he was ever in Franklin, North Carolina.

“As a matter of fact, I am there every five to six weeks.  There is one of the warehouse workers where I make a drop that comes to the truck stop at night and we get it on in the sleeper.  Just a good old country boy, but hot in bed.”

“Well, that’s where I live, so if you get a chance, give me a call,” I said as I wrote my name and phone number on a pad he had in his sleeper.

“Man, you can count on it.  I want to see you two again.”

“Well,” Clay began, “I may not be there.”

“Why not?”

I spoke up and said, “He will be protecting our rights.  He’s active duty Marines.”

“Fuck yea.  I just had a damn marine fist my ass and trade cum.  Awesome.”

It was then that we finally introduced ourselves, finding out that he was Sam Baker. 

After a round of hand shakes, we wished him a safe trip and  we returned to the road.  I did some thinking for a while, and decided it was time for me to settle down and I looked over at Clay and said, “When is your enlistment up?”

“Eight months,” he replied.

“Have you thought about what you want to do after that?” I asked.

“I have thought about re-upping, but now I’m not sure,” he said.

“Clay, if you decide to get out, I would love to have you move in with me.”

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Most definitely,” I began. “In out short time together, I have grown fond of you and would love to have you for a roommate and see where things might lead.”

“I would like that also,” he replied. “I think you just made my decision for me, especially due to the fact that you and I enjoy the same things, including giving and receiving water sports.”

“Speaking of that, I need some relief,” I told him.

Leaning over, he extracted my cock and once it was out in the open, he took it in his mouth and once he had I left the flow begin.  Immediately, I felt him start swallowing the flow fed to him, and it excited me beyond belief.

I started getting boned, and he kept my cock in his mouth, and began sucking me, more like making love to it.  I was in heaven with the what he was doing and before long fed him a nice load of my love juice.

After swallowing my load, he sat up and looked at me and said, “Mark, when I move in with you, I want to do that several times a day.  I want to keep you drained. In more ways than one.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I replied.

Later, we traded drivers and I serviced him just as he had me, first by drinking his piss load then sucking a cum load out of him.

With both of us driving, we arrived at my place sooner than expected, and being that I lived on a large tract of land which was totally private, we stripped and lived nude.

After a hot passionate sixty-nine out under the warm afternoon sun, Clay looked at me and asked, “Mark, if I’m not getting too personal, how did you manage to get four weeks vacation?”

I might as well go ahead and tell you, since you would find out when you move in,” I said.

“Find out what?” he asked.

“I am president and CEO of Rivers Enterprises. It is a conglomerate of several companies.  I own seventy-five percent of the stock and am able to take time off whenever I desire.”

“Mother fuck!” Clay exclaimed.  “I would never have suspected anything like that.”

“I didn’t tell you sooner because I wanted to make sure you would want to move in with me for me, and not my wealth.”

“Mark, you could be penniless and I would still move in with you.  I want it made clear right now, I plan to get a job and support myself.  I will not in any way live and mooch off of you.”

“Well, you can do that if you want, but how are you at secretarial work?”

“Good.  That is what I was trained for before I was sent overseas.  I was personal assistant for a Lt. commander before I was sent to the middle east and only went out on patrol on occasion.  Why do you ask?’

My personal secretary is due to retire in six months, and I will hire a temp until you get out then put you in the position.”

He smiled, then asked, “Will it be all work and no play?”

“Not all the time,” I replied.

“I think I just might like that job, sucking and fucking the boss,” he replied.

“You never know what might happen,” I replied, then asked, “Hey, tonight, how would you like to go check out that old park I was telling you about.”

“Fuck yea,” he replied.

That night about nine, we slipped on only tee shirts and jeans and old sneakers, things that we didn’t mind getting soaked in piss.

We headed to the old park and when we arrived we noticed three big Harleys parked near the restroom.

As we parked, I looked over at Clay and said, “I think this might be a fun night.”

“I agree,” he replied.

We entered and found the three leather wearing bikers leaning against the out of order sinks smoking.  All three were shirtless and only wore open leather vest.  They were all muscular, and one was hairy and they all had their cocks out, ready for action.

The taller and more muscular of the three looked over at us and said, “We’re looking for cock sucking, piss drinking pigs.  If that’s not you get the fuck out of here.”

We stepped closer and he glared at us, finally saying, “Open your mouth wide.”

Clay and I both did as instructed, and the one we considered the leader and another stepped up to us and spit a huge collection of saliva into our open mouths.  Instantly, we closed our mouths and swished it around before swallowing it.

“Guys, we got us a couple of pigs.  Now let’s see how they suck .”

We were ordered to our knees and immediately had a semi hard cock in our face. Hungrily, we opened our mouths and engulfed two of the cocks, and began sucking them.  Once the were hard, the owners grabbed our heads and began face fucking us and we loved it.

As we sucked the two, the third pissed on each of us then began jerking off and soon said he was going to blow his load.

“Shoot it in my cock suckers face,” the leader said, referring top Clay.

As Clay continued sucking, the third guy stepped close and coated Clay’s face in a huge thick load of cum.  Clay never paused, he just kept sucking the cock in his mouth.

Suddenly, we heard more bikes roaring into the lot and moments later, seven more hot muscular half naked bikers came walking in.

As they immediately began taking their cocks out, Clay and I both received a huge thick creamy load in our mouths.

As the two men we had sucked stepped back, the others circled around us and all began pissing on us, starting at our heads and faces then our bodies.  Clay and I both opened out mouths and several aimed for our mouth and were encouraged when they saw us eagerly drinking their fresh warm piss. 

Our tee shirts and jeans were soaked, and we were instructed to strip naked. We did as instructed, and in the light from the one lone bulb, we watched as we both started getting raped in mouth and ass.

For almost three hours, we were fucked repeatedly in our ass and mouth and ate numerous loads of cum and drank unknown loads of piss.

Finally, as Clay and I knelt, covered in piss and cum, the group began to leave, and once only the leader was left, he stepped over to me and as he reached into his vest pocked and pulled out a card, said, “Next time you and this stud want to be used, give me a call.  I‘m looking forward to hearing from you, Mark.” and with that he handed me the card and left.

Totally stunned, I thought he looked familiar but in the dim light I wasn’t sure. When I looked at the card and saw the name, I realized who the man was.

It was Rex Taylor, the manager of one of the companies in the conglomerate.  I was his boss.

We heard the bikes roar off and at the same time heard a car pulling up outside. Staying naked, we waited and heard another car pulling in.

As we leaned against the sinks, totally nude,  five guys walked in, none older than thirty at the most.  Seeing us naked and cum on our faces, all five quickly stripped and stepped closer and began licking the bikers cum off of us, asking if it was the bikers cum.

We told them what we had been through for the last three hours and they said they wished they had been there to be on the receiving end. 

For the next two hours, we all drank each others piss, sucked cock and ate cum, fucked and got fucked.

We exchanged first names only and I asked Ted, who seemed to be the ‘leader of the group’, if they would like to get together the following weekend .  He got the others aside and talked and quickly returned and said yes. 

I got his phone number and said I would be in touch with the details. On Tuesday, I called him and gave him directions to my lake house which was totally secluded and private.

That weekend, we had one huge orgy.  The only thing that wasn’t done was scat, since none of us liked being fed from the hole.

As the weekend ended we agreed to all get together the last weekend of each month, and reluctantly, we all dress and left.

On Monday, I called Rex’s office and told his secretary to tell him I wanted to see him at my home at five thirty sharp, and to call me as soon as possible.  He called an hour later, and I gave him to cancel all appointments on his calendar for Tuesday.

Clay and I had sex during the day while waiting  for Rex to arrive.  He was two hours away and knew I demanded punctuality.

At five twenty-nine, he pulled into the drive and rang the doorbell.  Clay and I were both nude, and when I answered the door that way, he was surprised.

I welcomed him to my home, and said, “Feel free to get comfortable and join us.”

Once in the den, I offered him a beer and when I returned with a beer for each of us, he was in the process of undressing. Once he was totally nude, I picked up his clothes which were neatly folded and stacked, and took them to my safe and locked them away.

He looked at me curiously, and I said, “Rex, you know my philosophy.  I expect my employees to do no more or less than I do.  I think you should experience what we did Saturday night.

“Mark, may I say something first?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” I replied.

“I enjoy what was done to you and Clay as much as you two.  However, the others are only dominate, and love humiliating other males.  We are all members of the same biker’s club and they have no idea at all that I am submissive.  The rest of the members are totally straight and into cunt.  If you are planning on making me do what you two were made to do, I’m all for it. I wanted it Saturday night, but couldn‘t let anyone know.”

“Let’s go out on the patio and you can prove it,” I said.

We did and he was right.  He hungrily devoured every drop of our piss and eagerly took us in his ass one after the other, as well as eagerly accepted us both jerking off onto his face and into his open mouth.  After clay and I licked his face clean of tour cum, we all kissed. After the kiss, he smiled and said, “Before I leave I want one or both of you to fist fuck me.”

We gladly obliged and toot turns fisting his ass until we brought him to a roaring climax.

As he left, we assured him that on the next meeting at the park, we would keep his secret.

All too soon, it was time for Clay to return to his military life.  I bought him a plane ticket and the night before he left we had wild uninhibited sex.  I finally admitted something to myself and told him that I loved him.  

“I love you too, baby.  I’ll get back as soon as possible.”

Sam, the trucker, spent the night with me when he was in town, and I met Rex and the other bikers at the park once a month, but my desire was to hole Clay in my arms again.

Then, one Saturday morning just as I had turned on the coffee maker, my doorbell rang.  Grabbing my robe, I headed for the door and when I opened it I heard, “Surprise!“

I froze as I looked onto Clay’s smiling face.  “You’re not due for another month.  What happened?”

He rushed in and grabbed me and kissed me passionately before finally saying, “There was an accident just outside the base a month ago.  It happened just as I was at the gate and I managed to pull the driver out before the car exploded.  In recognition for the bravery, I was given a month credit on my enlistment and got out a month early.  I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well that you did,” I replied as he stepped in and tossed his belongings to the side. 

I closed the door, and immediately, he dropped and opened my robe and began sucking my rising cock.  He was going at it like a starving dog and when I soon climaxed into his mouth, he moaned softly as he swallowed every drop.

Pulling off, he stood and said, “Not wanting to endanger my record of good behavior before my discharge, I haven sucked a cock since I last saw you.  The only cum I got was my own.”

“Well, now you can get all you want.  The temp secretary is scheduled to stay another month so you take time and relax and then you can start work.”

“Cool, but right now I want your cock up my ass,” he said as he hurriedly stripped off his uniform.

Moments later we were in bed with me pounding his ass hard and deep and him saying how good it was.

After filling his ass with my load, he asked about the park.

“I’m scheduled to meet the Rex ad the others tonight.  I’m sure they will be glad to see you again.”

I sucked him dry, taking my time to bring him to a climax.  After devouring his load, we flipped and had a piss sixty-nine, feeding each other our piss at the same time.

Clay has been home with me now for six months and we have come out of the closet and gotten married.  We still play together and separately at times with the others permission but we are never apart when it is time to go to sleep.

Now, when Sam visits, he sleeps between us.  He loves having a sixty-nine with one of us while the other fucks his ass at the same time.  He said he might have a surprise for us that would let him visit us more often.

A month later, we got a call from Sam asking if we had plans for the weekend.  We said no and asked if he was going to be in town.  When he said he was, I immediately told him that he was staying with us. That’s when he said that the surprise he had mentioned was coming to reality.

Friday night, Sam arrived just after six and immediately wanted sex, which we were glad to provide.  

Sam wanted sex out on the patio and once he was nude, we went outside.  

He sucked us some and we sucked on him then he asked us to let him know when we needed to piss.  I smiled and said, “I need to now.”

He dropped to his knees and said, “Hose me down, baby.”

I began pissing on his chest when he leaned forward and put his open mouth in like with the piss stream and began drinking it.  Watching the action, Clay stepped up and started pissing on
Sam, aiming for his mouth. 

Sam hungrily drank as much of our piss as he could, and when we were drained, I looked at him and said, “I know that wasn’t your surprise.  What is?”

“How would you two like to be able to use me any night you wanted?” he asked.

“How is that going to be possible?” Clay asked. Sam already new that Clay and I were lovers and had wished us well when we had previously told him.

“First off, I have filed for divorce from the bitch I married. I got home early from a run and walked in on  her taking on two of the husbands in our group of friends.  Her dad is quite wealthy, and he had me sign a prenup stating that divorce was not an option unless it was discovered that either of us was unfaithful.  If I was found to be unfaithful she got a trust fund that he had set up that is now worth a quarter of a million.  If she was found to be unfaithful, the trust fund would come to me.’

He paused a second, then continued and said, “A few weeks ago, I got home from a run a day early and walked in on her in bed with the husbands of two of the couples we are close friends with.  When I walked into the house I heard moans and voices from the bedroom.  I eased back and when I saw what was going on, I got my cell phone out and took pictures for evidence.  I went to her dad and told him I was filing for divorce and showed him the pictures.  A couple of days later, I filed for divorce and three days later I had a quarter of a mill in my checking account.”

“So just what does that mean?” I asked.

“I used part of it and bought controlling interest in Midwest Trucking, with it’s main office right here in town.  I’m moving here.”

“No shit?” Clay asked.

“No shit.  We can have fun whenever we want.  I might need your help in finding a decent place.”

“Count us in,” I said, then asked, “Would you excuse us a moment?”

I took Clay to our bedroom, and once there, I said, “We both love sex with Sam, right?”

“Hell yea, especially fisting his hot ass, and sucking his huge loads out of his big cock. What are you getting at?”

“How would you like to have him as our lover?” I asked.

“Fucking awesome idea. Let’s do it.”

We walked back outside and I had Sam sit down and began our offer.

“Sam, we want you to move in with us as our lover, but there is one stipulation.  Until your divorce is final, you will live elsewhere so as not to endanger your good fortune.  Once the divorce is final and you are a single man, we want you to live here with us twenty-four-seven. As you know, our bed is plenty big enough for the three of us. And, if any two of us want just one on one from time to time , the third man will sleep in the guest room.”

Sam smiled and said, “I never expected this, but you got a deal.  There is a small apartment behind the terminal office that I can use until everything is final.”

After kissing us both and swapping spit, he dropped and sucked us both dry, hungrily devouring our loads.  We then took turns sucking him and shared his huge load.

All weekend we sucked and fucked each other and fisted Sam’s ass,  hosed each other down often, and all three drank each others warm piss.  Sunday evening late, Sam left and went to the terminal  and got settled in. 

The following weekend was the scheduled weekend to meet the bikers at the park, and, of course, we took Sam with us. The bikers were glad to find a hot ass to fist fuck, and Sam was used continually.  The three of us serviced the bikers for over three hours, then serviced any others that came in later, including some hot college studs.

After several months, the divorce was final and Sam moved in with Clay and I and it was awesome.  If one of us wasn’t in the mood for sex, which didn’t happen often, the other two played.  We seldom, and I do mean seldom, pissed in the toilet.  There was always a throat to piss down.

We have been together for four years now and Sam’s trucking business has grown and he has several bi or gay drivers that join us to play from time to time.  We couldn’t be happier.

Full Novella Description:

Charles has battled against his feminine features all his life. It takes a single experience with a dominant, alpha high school jock in the locker room to make him know his place in the world. After he is gratifyingly used and abused, Charles completely accepts his sissy identity, and begins meeting strange men, having hot and risky experiences, and even taking on his sister’s name, Jane.

After seeing the power of femininity, of being a girl, of pleasing men, she attends an all-girls college to learn not just how to dress like a girl, but how to act and talk like one.

But college isn’t as dandy as Jane expected it would be. From unsuspecting roommates, spying on other girls, college boys, professors and bad grades, blue-collar contractors near the school, Jane is confronted with a mix of steamy new experiences and a stack of problems! There’s only one way a sissy can solve any problem, and you can guess what way that is!

Ella Rose, author of a top-10 HEA transgender romance ‘Boy to Bride’, now brings you another fun and erotic HEA to add to your shelves!

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Part 1: Admissions

Chapter 1: Meet Jane

Among the make-up kits and hair brushes scattered all over the top of her dresser, a lamp faced the open space of the bedroom. It set a warm, sensual, and intimate atmosphere in her bedroom where Jane felt safe to be herself. The tone it set was perfect, and it was just past midnight—the perfect time for sissy boy crossdressers to finally be themselves. Jane had wireless earphones plugged in, she was listening to upbeat sissy hypnosis music videos. Her neighbours only knew Jane as a quiet guy who kept to himself, but behind closed doors she lived her own secret life of a school girl sissy—and nobody had a clue!

Jane learned forward towards the mirror to apply her cherry red lipstick. She admired how well she had been getting at applying make-up, all those tutorials online have really helped out. As she pressed the lipstick against her full lips, she recited some golden sissy rules:

There should be no other purpose in life than pleasing the alpha.

There should be no other purpose in life than pleasing the alpha.

There should be no other purpose in life than pleasing the alpha.

She was dressed like a drunk, slutty schoolgirl. The dark forest green colour of her skirt and tie were the exact match for the private school she would be attending. This was no longer just fun for Jane, albeit it was fun, but it was also serious business! Yes—For about half an hour, she practiced walking like a lady, as if she had grown up in a normal upper middle-class nuclear family home. It was important for her to not only master the look of a sissy, but the mind of a girl as well. It didn’t take long for Jane to get turned on after realizing how deceptively well she could fool anyone into believing she was a girl.

Jane’s shirt is unbuttoned down to her stomach, and her matching skin tone silicone breasts were just asking to be squeezed. It looked like real cleavage! They were just asking to be grabbed, squeezed, and man-handled by some dominant alpha. She stepped away from the full-length mirror and assessed herself up and down. This really turned her on! She turned her waist to the side and lifted up her frilly skirt, showing her pale ass. She put a finger to her lips and made a sexy pouting expression, and slapped her ass with her other hand. She let out a girly “Ouu!” and a red hand print quickly began to show on her ass.

She turned to face her pelvis to the front, and lifted up her skirt. She was smooth and hung. She bent her knees, doing the little excitement bouncing action that girls do when they receive gifts from their man. She loved not only how her breasts looked when they bounced, but her flopping, erecting cock. Her sissy clit was desperately asking to be touched, so she teased bottom of the cock head with her soft finger tip; her long, pink fingernails lightly scratching the end of her urethra. “Ooh”, she said in a convincing girly tone. Her cock was throbbing, asking for more. She arched her back and leaned her head backwards in ecstasy, wrapping her hand around the base of her cock.

There was just an indescribable aesthetic of a hung cock attached to a slender, pale, wide-hipped crossdresser. The best part? Her pretty, innocent-looking face. She had an oval-shaped face with a trimmed jawline, big, round hazel green eyes, full lips, and a slightly-upturned nose. But looks can be deceiving, and not one of you, not even myself, would have known that Jane was genetically a boy if we were to see her out on the streets. She was the picturesque definition of a trap.

Chapter 2: Hello, I’m Jane!

Hey guys! My name is Jane Pritchett, and welcome to my world! I’m a first-year student here at Milton College, one of the most prestigious all-girls school in the country! Let me begin by saying that it wasn’t easy to pass as a college girl! Every girl here is so feminine and pretty!

Since I’m talking to you, and I know that you won’t tell anybody, I’ll let you in on a little secret that no other student here knows about me. I’m not really a girl! I was born a boy! But it just goes to show how convincing I can play the part if I’m surrounded by all these alpha women and nobody has figured it out!

So how did I get into Milton College you may ask? I mean, it is an all-girls college after all. Plus, I grew up in a foster home—so you can assume I was broke straight out of high school. Well, it’s a long story. So I guess I’ll begin with… no, that won’t work! How about we start with a little history lesson about me?

My real name is Charles Pritchett. I have a twin named Jane Pritchett. I know, confusing right? Long story short, I took her name when she moved abroad to teach english. I’m 18 as of this past January and right now its September! When we graduated high school, we were given a key to a lockbox at our local bank. All that was in it were old Polaroids of our parents. It was the first time we saw them. They were activists who died for some cause in Asia. We had no other family, aside from far-removed relatives in Europe who did not reply to our emails, letters, and phone calls.

Jane and I were out on the porch, drunk, laughing at how stupid we were to think that we were going to get some large inheritance… That our parents were rich billionaires on an island who were putting us through a test, and the contents of the lockbox would have some treasure map leading us back to them. We still looked at the Polaroids fondly, even though we never saw their faces before, they felt familiar. Mom was really pretty, and dad was a tall, dark, and handsome type. Strangely enough, both Jane and I mostly resembled our mother. Apart from my, well, my you know what… down there, Jane and I were practically indistinguishable growing up aside from her long hair. Oh, and she has blue eyes, while I had green.

Don’t get me started about the changes to our bodies once we hit high school. We both basically had the same slender, wide-hipped body until puberty. Except her figure filled out a bit more, and I only grew a few inches taller. She didn’t grow up as weird as I did. She was popular with the guys, obviously. Me, on the other hand, I got bullied because I never had the genetics for the height and muscles like the other guys did. The other boys got broad shoulders, wide chests, and facial hair. I had narrow shoulders, a slim, underdeveloped torso, and only could grow light baby hairs on my face. I sure got teased and called pansy and sissy a lot because of how twinkish I appeared.

I didn’t know why men were so mean. For almost my entire life I never understood men, until I picked up one of those psychology books by Freud. Once I read that real men were largely motivated by a sex drive, life became a whole like easier for me. I would practice the tricks I learned with random men in grocery stores or in the street. I felt so powerful seeing that I caused the possessed look in their eyes. I really owe this power to my sister, though. Growing up with a twin sister, it wasn’t hard at all to act effeminate. I had years and years of close contact with a feminine girl. Some things that were important were speaking in softer, higher tones. Smiling. Laughing, oh, laughing was very important. Always laugh at a guy’s jokes, even when they’re not funny. Sassy postures to show off your body. And don’t even get me started on finding the perfect, cute outfit! They’re just so many ways to feel girly and sissy-like, and I really hope to share how!

Oh gosh, there I go getting side-tracked talking about how much I love being a sissy boy! Well, this is going to be such a fun story to tell, I’m feeling giddy already, aren’t you? Where was I, again? Oh right! A poor boy at the all-girls college… how did I get here? It begins, like many of these stories do, with high school!
 

Chapter 3: Senior Year with a Jock

When we were growing up, why is it that adults would talk as if they knew every single damn thing? One of the lies that really got to me was that high school was going to be the time of your life. Boy, were they ever wrong. High school was the complete opposite of a good time. I was a 5’5”, a shrimp, nobody cared about me, and I had a girly face. Every guy was smarter, taller, and stronger than I was. I was bullied relentlessly for the first two years of school. I didn’t know until later that a lot of this was because I denied my sissy nature for such a long time! See, I was still known as Charles throughout high school.

I had zero confidence, a total loser! I never had girlfriend or any real friends. The only friends I did have only used me to get with my sister. It felt awful hearing the sounds they made through the bedroom walls. Jeez, I felt totally worthless every minute of every day. To stop the bullying, I eventually learned that staying in the background and keeping quiet would keep me out of trouble. So in my junior year of high school, all I did was go to school, choir practice, and then went straight home.

Then, it was senior year. Something deep within me changed during this year. I started having spontaneous sexual fantasies about my freshman bullies. I think these fantasies started when I began to notice they weren’t the same jerks they were before, but were actually growing up to be men. The popular girls definitely took notice too, they were always surrounding them. Wow, to be one of the alpha guys with cheerleaders wrapped around your arms, doing bench presses at the gym, or having laughs with the boys.

The boring science classes were actually my favourite period of the day! All the jocks were forced to take sciences if they wanted to be on a sports team… part of some school athletic initiative don’t ask me. Anyways, the outcome was that my class was filled with muscular jocks. I’d day dream of tutoring these monkey men after hours, making any excuse I can to get up from my seat to show off my ass and submit like a sissy, and then something would just set them off and they would just throw the books off the table and just have their primal way with me.

Haha, you could say I had a dirty mind. These thoughts stayed as fantasies for a while. I was slow to explore this part of my sexuality. It was my dirty little secret! Not even my twin sister knew. I started watching pornographic videos online of muscular, alpha men really giving it to twinks. I absolutely loved these videos. I loved the story of an alpha, who can get any girl he wants, but instead picks a low-life twink over a hot girl. It was such a turn-on!

I always looked for videos where they would have sex in public, so it always felt like it was from a sudden passion that the alpha pulled the twink into the public bathroom, or behind a tree in a forest during a walk, or behind a bush in the beach for breeding. What turned me on especially was seeing the sissy boy’s clit flopping up and down while the alpha fucked him from behind.

There was one recurring fantasy that was my go-to when I was masturbating. I would remember these two white trash bullies who would always swirly me. They’d always laugh and leave right after. But in my fantasy, they’d be laughing like usual walking towards the door but then the lights would shut off. I’d hear their footsteps against the bathroom tiles coming towards me. I’d then see a blinding light from their phones shining bright on my face. I can see myself a complete mess, drenched from the toilet water, my knees bruised. When I picture what the video looks like, I can see it from the POV of the bully who records the other bully pulling me by the hair and giving me some good, hard slaps. I’d be dazed from the blows and the bright light. Then, the bullies would have their cocks out and take their turn shoving their cock down my submissive throat. Whoever I wasn’t going down on would be cock-slapping my face. They’d cum ropes on my beaten face and flat chest. They’d flash the camera partly away from my face and down at my cock, and realize that I have been furiously jerking myself off to the abuse the entire time. They would laugh at how disgraceful I was and spit on me. They would turn off their phones, laughing, leaving me in the pitch dark. It doesn’t take me long to finish myself off as soon as they leave, and I cum all over my stomach and face.

It’s a shame these kind of things never happen in real life. For a few months, I even tried to provoke the same, old bullies again, but really I’d only get shoved aside. I even tried taunting new bullies, but they just laughed at me and called me a twink. I had to find another way to get a bully to treat me the way I wanted, to treat me like the sissy boy that I am.

* * *

“Hey, how was your meeting with the guidance counsellor?” Jane asked.

Because it was senior year, every student had a mandatory meeting with their guidance counsellor. It was for career planning, or something. I’m not sure, I don’t really listen to adults when they’re speaking. Again, they always talk as if they know more than they really do. I prefer to listen to myself—and the sissy voice within! Things just feel better that way! Even if it does get me into trouble sometimes!

My sister stood two lockers down from me. I hated the fact that the school assigned our locks to be practically right next to one another. She would always ask me questions during lunch breaks and after school that made me feel like such a baby. Things like how are you doing, are you feeling okay, is everything alright? It was all really embarrassing, and I wish she would stop.

“Just the usual stuff, like I need to try harder if I want to get into a good college.” I said, taking my PE clothes from my locker and shoving it into my bag.

“He’s not wrong, you know. You can achieve a lot of things if you make an effort, Charles.”

Before I can reply, someone pushes my shoulder and I spin around and get shoved into the locker.

“Watch where you’re standing, ya pansy!” Connor said. He gave a snarky laugh and he held out his hands. Two of his henchman beside him gave him high fives.

“Connor, why do you got to be so rude to him? He’s a nice guy!” Jane said, trying her best to convince him.

Connor walks up all cocky to her, looks over at me, then back at her. He grabs her ass. God, I wish he would just grab my ass instead. He laughs, “Sorry babe, I can’t control myself sometimes.”

“Connor, stop it!” said Jane, blushing. I knew she liked it. It’s the natural response when an alpha grabs your ass. But she liked to act somewhat like a lady out in public. When he took his hand off her ass, you could tell her mind was occupied on some hot thoughts. Maybe a flashback to a recent fuck session they had, or something of the sort.

“Babe, so I’m picking you up tonight.”

“Oh, I know.” she replies with locked eyes, and they kiss.

“See you my little flower.” Connor said in a sweet voice that made Jane visibly melt, then he glares at me. “You get off on watching your sister kiss, you weirdo?”

I divert my gaze to my shoes. I had these old, red converse shoes on, with holes by the toes. It suddenly occurred to me in a rush that I was a poor, lonesome, outcast. Connor lets out a cocky laugh at my submission, and he walks down the hall with his posse. I look up and see Jane looking almost embarrassed for me. She seems both angry and upset at me. It looks like she wants to say something but she doesn’t. She turns her back on me and walks the other way in a hurry.

* * *

I’ve fantasized about Connor for as long as I could remember. New rumours would spread monthly about him and the prettiest girls in school. You would hear about how some poor freshman fell for his pick-up tricks, how the cheer captain gave him a blowjob behind the bleachers, or how he got two girls to go down on him at the same time.

Everyone tried telling Jane not to go steady with Connor, but she didn’t believe anybody. Not even her BFF. Yet, the rumours stopped as soon as he dated Jane. Well, there was that one rumour from the crazy, goth girl that said Connor forced his way with her late one night in the school parking lot after she stayed until the evening finishing off an art project. But, nobody believed her, and she changed schools only a week after the rumour got around the entire school.

Pretty much everyone had stopped bullying me aside from Connor. Jane would always tell me during breakfast that she was telling him to leave me alone. I mean, if she truly cared, she’d stop sucking his cock which reinforced his asshole behaviour. But she probably got off too hard on the idea of sucking an alpha’s cock. And who could blame her? If anyone had that same opportunity, wouldn’t they jump on it?

As you may have guessed, I have mixed feelings about Connor. I secretly liked it when he bullied me. It made me feel so submissive, weak, and powerless whenever he would demonstrate his dominance. I would easily bend right over for him. It was so difficult to keep my sexual urges repressed around him, he was just so attractive. He was the football captain of our school, blonde, blue-eyed, and muscular. And just today, when he shoved me into the locker, he was wearing a blue polo, and his biceps were really roaring.

His ego was particularly inflated today because it was Monday and it was only yesterday that he carried his team through and won the state championship league. You should have seen the glares he got from the circles of girls by their lockers, the whispers they were making as he walked down as if he were some untouchable god… and in a way, he kind of was. I wasn’t much of a sports fan, but I did go to that game. So I can still see him on the field after the winning goal, being lifted by his teammates and the coaches pouring orange Gatorade from the cooler all over him.  My ears are still ringing from the crowd going berserk! Safe to say, all the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him.

* * *

I hated gym class! I hated that you needed to take a physical education course to graduate this damn high school. Of course I missed the memo… I avoided these classes like the plague all throughout my other years because I knew that the other boys would bully the heck out of me in the locker room. Well, Jane luckily told me about this requirement in one of her usual mothering conversations. Granted, this time it was actually helpful.

At first I was so bummed out that the only course available to seniors was Weightlifting 101. I have no clue why I had this initial reaction of disgust. I thought to myself: “Oh great, going to be stuck with a bunch of doped up meatheads for the entire year.” What an old way of thinking. That was the old pansy-ass kid talking.

“Faggot!” said one of the two jocks passing by me on the track.

I tried to remind myself that I was 18 now, and I only needed to put up with this shit until summer then I would never see these jack-offs again. But, it didn’t work. I felt completely awful after that remark, and couldn’t really dig myself out of feeling blue the rest of the time I was running around track.

“Wrap it up everyone, let’s head inside!” said Mr. Lawson, our gym teacher.

I never could lift very much at the start of the year, and neither could I right now. To be honest, I didn’t really care about the “gains” like how some of the more masculine guys talked about. I would just show up, and that would be it for me. One thing I did enjoy doing were the thigh machines. Practically nobody else used it but me. I didn’t really know why nobody used them, but I always felt a strong pull towards them, like it was just right for me. The machine was put at a corner in the gym, and people avoided that machine, kind of like they avoided me, so I practically had that entire corner to myself. Which, I didn’t mind.

Connor was a real jerk today. He was mocking whoever wasn’t able to do as much weight on him—which was practically everybody… and, he didn’t help out the person he was spotting on the bench! He was letting him struggle, and I seriously think he would have let that guy die if Mr. Lawson hadn’t walked by. Connor seemed super dominating today… Anyways, this is why I liked my little corner. Nobody knew I was there, and I got to fantasize from afar.

Everyone had worked so hard, that by the end of class, everyone was out of breath and their shirts were drenched. They reeked of sweat. As we walked out as a group hurdling through the narrow hallway to descend the steps, I am among the group to be last. Before I put my foot touches the first step heading downstairs, a strong hand grabs me by the wrist.

It was Connor, “You’re not sweating at all Charles,” he said.

“I… wiped it all off.” I said in a smart way, then turned around and kept walking.

“You’re not going anywhere until you break a sweat today.”

I looked to see if others were around, but they had all left already, “Okay, what do you have in mind?”

“Step back into the weight room.”

As I step back into the room, I hear the door shut and a “click” of the lock. The idea of being alone with Connor was making me nervous. I was a bit terrified too. We walked over to an open area and started with some stretches, and when we did lunges, I noticed a substantial bulge in Connor’s shorts. My mind started thinking about the fantasies I’d had about this man, and felt a growing sensation in my own shorts…

“What’s the matter Charles, you okay there?” Connor said with a smirk.

I immediately brought myself out of fantasy mode, and found myself in the middle of the weight room, holding a lunge position. Thankfully my erection had decided to inch itself up the side of my shorts that was opposite from where Connor was standing.

“Oh, I…sure, I’m good,” I managed to stammer in response.

“All right then, I was just saying that I think we’re well stretched and we can start with the bench press.”

I was back to worrying about how the weightlifting would go, especially after I jut witnessed him barely helping out the other guy. But it turned out okay. I could smell his sweat as he spotted me, and for some reason it turned me on. He also showed me the shoulder press, lat pulldown, chest press, and tested me on the chin-up bar. It was a challenging workout, but Connor gave me lots of encouragement, and I ended up being able to lift a lot more than I had figured. Connor announced that I just needed to push through this last set and we would be done. I managed to push through the pain to lift the bar one last time, before my arms dropped in exhaustion. I never knew this side of Connor existed.

“Buddy, that was awesome, you really pushed yourself! How good does that feel?”

I managed to push myself up into a seated position, and was surprised to feel Connor’s meaty hand on my shoulder.

“Pretty…pretty damn good. Yeah.” His hand lingered on my shoulder for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, before pulling it away.

“Alright, lets hit the showers!”

Thoughts ran through my head as I made my way to the locker room, but I convinced myself that Connor was just trying to befriend me. He was dating my sister after all. Maybe he was serious about her, and thought it was only right to befriend his girlfriend’s brother.

When we got into the locker room, Connor left and said, “Oh, I forgot something. I’ll be right back.”

I figured I could quickly shower and dress before he got back. So, I stripped my clothes off and threw them in a locker, before grabbing a towel and hopping in a shower stall. I hated showering, and often waited till all the guys left because they hated showering with the “closet gay dude”. But it had been so long, that everyone else had already showered and gotten dressed.

Something in the corner caught me eye. It was a huge duffel bag that sports team carry to bring their equipment around. Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked over to it, and opened it. Imagine my surprise when there weren’t baseball uniforms, basketballs, or soccer balls. Instead, there were cheer uniforms and pompoms. Budget cuts were terrible, were we now using locker rooms as storage facilities.

When I hopped into the shower area, completely alone, I lathered up my lean body, I found that image of Connor’s package coming back into my head. I started rubbing my ass cheeks, and looked down to see my penis erect at full attention. It stayed like this as I finished washing my hair and rinsing off, and after I turned the water off, I found that I couldn’t help it any longer.

I dried myself off quick and look at myself in the full-view gym mirror that the guys would flex their muscles with and check if they had abs. For me, I was examining my smooth, slender body. My legs were like jelly from the work out, but I still had enough energy to stand. I took a cheerleader uniform from the bag and walked back in front of the mirror. As soon as I put it on, my cock protruded through the skirt. I looked like one of the younger girls, because I was flat-chested and skinny and slim, but still very passable. I didn’t realize how feminine my face really looked until I put these clothes on. Were those guys that bullied me expressing their sexual frustration with me with their taunting? When in reality, they just wanted to fuck a pretty boy but couldn’t?

I started stroking myself thinking about this, letting precum ooze out that I could use as lube. I closed my eyes and leaned against mirror, bucking my hips and pretending that Connor was fucking me. “Ooh Connor,” I moaned softly.

Just at that moment, I feel a hand wrap around my waist. I open my eyes, and I see that Connor is standing behind me.

“I’d heard some kids talking about you, that you might be gay. I didn’t know they also meant you dressed up as a girl.” he said.

For some strange reason, I didn’t feel scared. But I also couldn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t sure what happened to me, it was like sleep paralysis! I couldn’t move any limbs. I was in complete submission. He was in complete control.

“I don’t… but I just saw the uniforms there, and I always thought they looked cute… What are you going to do to me?” I blushed.

“I’m not the cocky asshole I portray myself to be you know,” he slid his hand down to my thigh, and up my skirt to reach my cock, “You’re quite hung for a sissy boy, you know that? That only turns me on more.”

He turned me around and lifted me up. My back was against the wall, and my legs were wrapped around him. We looked into each other’s eyes, and became locked in a deep, sensual kiss. My head was buzzing: I was wearing a cheerleader uniform and making out with the star alpha athlete!

The way he was grabbing my waist made me moan uncontrollably.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” was the only response I could muster in my state of ecstasy.

“I’ve got something that you might like even more.”

Connor pulled me further away from the wall and my legs dropped on the ground. He started pulling down his shorts. I took the hint and dropped to my knees. Right in front of my face was the cock I had always dreamed about. I had never done anything with a man before, so I tried to imitate the gay porn movies I had watched over and over on my computer. I started by licking the bottom of his penis from the base to the tip, before taking the entire head in and out of my mouth, with my tongue continuing to lick all around it.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s right. Suck that big dick like the little slut sissy you are.”

It ran through my head how Connor know immediately what a sissy wanted, much less what a sissy was. I didn’t think it was possible, but being called a sissy slut by this total hunk just turned me on more. I tried to take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, and I could feel my own cock starting to leak as well.

“Let’s see how far you can go,” Connor said, as he held my head with one hand, and started slowly guiding his cock down my throat. I tried to relax my throat as much as I could, and was able to take maybe half of it before I started to gag and Connor slid out of my mouth. I started coughing.

“Feels good, dirty bitch,” he said, ruffling my hair. He started slapping my face with his cock. I started licking all over Connor’s penis again. He really seemed to enjoy it when I licked the bottom of his penis head while simultaneously stroking his shaft. Focusing on this for a few minutes, I suddenly felt his legs tense up, and Connor’s sighs of pleasure got more intense.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, are you ready for my big load?” he bellowed. I didn’t have time to respond before ropes of hot, sticky cum came flying out of his cock in waves, covering my face and chest. I licked my lips and looked up at Connor for the first time since I had started blowing him. We could both barely comprehend what had just happened.

“Uh…wow. I feel much better. Watching those cheerleaders practice earlier today really built up this frustration in me,” Connor began.

I know, I thought. I saw how much of a jerk you were acting to those other guys during training.

“I just fucking love cheerleaders,” he said.

Before he could say another word, I stuck my tongue out and with my other hand I squeezed the last few drops of cum into my mouth rom his softening cock. I stared into his dreamy eyes, feeling so weak and little, but loyal to him. I showed him the remains of cum in my mouth. I moved the salty semen around with my tongue, I loved how the ooziness felt. I swallowed the cum to show the alpha how much of a good sissy boy I was.

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It was far too cold. The winter air was whipping in icy circles causing waves of snow to blow over the tundra. Icicles stuck to Liam’s tent, dangling shakily over the entrance. The snow had even blown through the sturdy layers of blankets Liam had hung against the tent’s entrance.

His chest was dripping wet with the melted snowfall and his strong arms were sore from setting camp. His blonde hair dripped down over his green eyes.

Usually, everyone would have their own tent but no such luck tonight. Another wet blonde, Addison stood next to him. While Liam was bulky and muscular Addison was thin and agile. His blonde hair was always shaggy and long so when it was wet it dropped to midway down his neck. His eyes skewered at the view before him.

“I hate the snow,” Addison said angrily.

“Who doesn’t?” Ashton replied. Ashton was much taller than everyone in the tent. He had the body of a runner, lean yet muscular. His red hair was soaked and his freckled adorned his skin. When he bent over to roll out the blankets his bubble butt was in perfect view.

“I usually don’t mind it. Tonight is frigid though,” Liam retorted resting on one the blankets.

Liam took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his company. He had been in enough cold tents to know how tonight would work. Though, he wasn’t quite sure who would be doing what.

A restless energy overtook the tent. It was far too cold to leave to do anything, yet the tent was small and there was little to do. Addison had taken to pacing to try to keep warm while Ashton took the opposite approach. He undressed completely and hid beneath a pile of blankets. Liam opted for the Ashton route. He slowly undressed, putting on a show of it. His shirt came off slowly to reveal his abs. He even flexed his arms for good measure. Then he slid off his pants and underwear to reveal his thighs and ass. His boyfriend Idris had always said he had an ass that could unravel a kingdom. He wished Idris was here, but he wouldn’t mind Liam finding company in others.

Liam could feel the two stare at him. He pretended not to notice and slid under a blanket in the middle of the tent. Addison to his right and Ashton to his left, both watching him carefully.

Addison was the first to move. He quickly undressed. His thin frame illuminated the night. While he was not muscular, he did have a surprising number of abs and when he slid under the blankets, Liam could feel every tight muscle loosen against his.

“Okay, okay. Don’t start yet.” Ashton ran from his pile of blankets and joined both of them.

Liam could feel Ashton’s bubble butt press against his dick. Ashton pushed back against him causing Liam’s dick to twitch in reaction. It was clear which role Ashton wanted.

Liam obliged, sliding a finger into Ashton while he kissed his neck. Ashton moaned in response.

“Add another,” Ashton encouraged. Liam slipped a second finger into Ashton and increased his rhythm.

Addison had disappeared under the blanket. Liam startled when he felt a tongue lick his hole.

“Didn’t expect you to be a top,” Liam muttered grinning. Liam pushed Addison’s face closer to his hole. Addison licked hungrily before sliding a finger into him.

“Fuck me,” Ashton moaned grabbing Liam’s hard dick. Liam teased Ashton’s hole pressing his tip against Ashton’s ass.

“Please,” Ashton moaned.

Liam pushed into Ashton feeling his tightness expand. Liam sighed, Ashton was tight and warm. The whole tent was warmer now. Liam could feel the top of Addison’s dick as it slid into Liam. Liam grabbed Ashton by the hips and leaned back.

Both of them soon caught hold of the rhythm. Their hips moved together. As Liam moved his hips back he could feel the pleasurable sting of Addison’s thrust and as Liam thrust forward he could feel Ashton move back to allow him to go all the way in.

The three were covered in sweat. Liam could feel sweat dripping from Ashton’s hips and as he moved back, he could feel the stickiness of Addison’s chest. The sound of the wind outside had been overtaken with the sounds of their moans and grunts. With each bounce of Ashton’s bubble butt, Ashton groaned and whimpered. Liam could tell Ashton was on the verge.

Liam increased his rhythm. He pushed further into him faster. Ashton bounced on his dick as Liam wrapped a hand around Ashton’s long dick and began jerking him off.

“I’m there,” Ashton groaned as he came all over himself.

Liam could feel Addison’s tongue on his neck as Addison increased the speed of his thrusts. Liam moaned and rolled over. He wanted Addison to fuck him while he was on all fours. Addison mounted him and fucked him hard and fast. Sweat dripped off Addison onto Liam’s back. Ashton was beneath Liam rubbing his hands over Liam’s chest.

“I’m…I’m,” with a final grunt Addison pulled out and came on Liam’s ass.

Addison dropped to his knees and licked at Liam’s ass while Ashton took Liam in his mouth. The sensation was too much for him. The smell of their cum and the sensation of their mouths on him drew him over the edge as he came in Ashton’s mouth.

The three collapsed under the blankets and curled into one another. They used to the blanket to clean up before holding onto one another for warmth.

“Can we do that again in the morning?” Addison asked.

Both Liam and Ashton grunted their approval.

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“Hello?” I said slightly annoyed at the ringing phone.

I have this thing about phone calls, I don’t want them. I would much rather receive a text than have to talk on that stupid contraption. My friends and I have been talking all week about going out tonight, getting a few drinks and singing some karaoke.

“Yeah dude, I am almost ready! I’ll meet y’all there about twelve.”  I squawked back into the wireless tether.

We had decided to meet at a local dive bar that served as an after hours party. When all the other bars were closing, Chubby’s, a private club was just getting cranked up. During the week, the clientele was made up with half a dozen old drunks leaned over the bar drinking canned beer. However on Friday and Saturday nights there would be a diverse crowd of about seventy-five or more usually heavily intoxicated people.

The drive wasn’t too far, only about fifteen minutes and it was mostly back roads which made the drive home slightly better once I have been over served and needed to go. I got into my truck and pointed it in that direction. And, I was off.

Taking a right turn into a dimly lit, rough gravel parking lot I found a spot under one of the only two street lights. I got out of the truck, made sure to lock the doors and started across the parking lot to the front door.

As I entered the building, I stopped at a small stand with a spiral notebook and a pen and signed my name under the hand written column labeled “Members”. Private clubs were supposed to be members only, but some how Chubby’s got away with their lax entry policy. Members sign in under “Members” and everyone else signed in under “Guests”. And the guest list was always longer than the members list.

Inside the building, it was equally as dimly lit and the odor of stale cigarette smoke filled the air and almost instantly permeated my clothing. The place was a dive indeed. I looked around for my group and found them sitting at one of many banquette tables that made up the furniture.

“It’s about damn time!” My friend Joe yelled out as I approached the table.

“Bite me dude!” I offered.

The night had been going good, songs were sung, beers and shots were consumed and even a line dance or two had happened when Joe noticed a crowd starting to gather near the two pool tables at the back of the bar. Chubby’s was also a pretty rough place.

Before he could get the rest of the table’s attention, punches were being thrown and the crowd grew big enough to block our view. But almost just as fast, the crowd started moving towards the center of the room where the tables were laid out. Tables were flipping, a couple chairs took flight as a couple of the regulars attempted to push the brawl out into the parking lot.

Eventually, the crowd was able to push the two fighters out the front door and into the parking lot. The bar had emptied with most people trying to catch a good fight up close. My friends and I followed them out and were gathered around two men wrestling around in the gravel when two police cars pulled up with their blue lights flashing.

The cops jumped out of their cars and pushed their way through the crowd and grabbed the fighters off of each other, put them in handcuffs and put them in the back of each police car. Then the cops started taking witness statements. That’s when I finally noticed, recognized one of the deputies.

“Shit!” I mumbled as the cop and I made eye contact.

I quickly turned around and headed back inside the bar when I felt a hand grab my arm and jerk me around. There I stood, face to face with the deputy that raped me a few weeks ago.

“Where do you think your goin buddy?” the all to familiar voice sternly asked.

Stuttering, I tried to tell him that I was going back in to get a drink but was quickly interrupted. “Come with me!”

Still holding my arm, the cop dragged me to the back of one of the police cars and commanded me to put my hands on the trunk and spread my legs. Starting at my shoulders, the cop started to pat me down asking if there were any sharp objects that could poke him.

“No” I nervously replied as I felt hands come up my sides and reaching around and squeezing my pecks.

As those hands wandered down my flat stomach, they reached the top seam of my pants. The cop slid his fingers between the waist band and my skin and moved them around to the back and dug deeper grabbing the tops of my ass cheeks, then back around to the front.

While I was being roughly frisked a third patrol car pulled in and the chunky deputy crawled out of the car and walked over to Officer Friendly. The pat down stopped momentarily as my assailant asked the third cop to transport the detainee that was in the back of his car while he finished up with me. I felt like yelling out, but I decided it would be better if I didn’t. As the third cop got the other prisoner out of the back seat, the frisking continued.

“What have we got here” I thought you said you didn’t have any weapons?” the cop asked as he grabbed my cock through my denim blue jeans and shook it.

Grunting a little with the pain of the tight grip on my package, I opted to keep my mouth shut when I felt a pair of hands unbuckling my belt and loosening the button on my jeans. “I gotta check his weapon out, make sure I am safe.” the cop frankly stated as he spread my jeans apart exposing my plaid boxers. “It seems to be getting bigger.”

The cop withdrew his hands from my pants and moved them to the inside of my legs pushing his finger hard into my sphincter through my pants and sliding them down to my knees.

“Put your hands on your head and lace your fingers.” the cop commanded

“What am I being arrested for?” I questioned angrily.

“Public drunk” the cop responded as he latched the first cuff on my right wrist and moving it behind my back. He then took my left hand and moved in within reach of the second cuff and locked it around my left wrist.

As he read me my rights, the cop guided me into the back seat of the patrol car. He shut the door and walked over to the other deputies and talked for a minute while I sat sideways in the cramped back seat of the cop car with an ache starting to build up in my shoulders. The cop came back, got in the car and drove off down the back roads.

“Fancy meeting you here tonight bitch.” the cop chuckled through the Plexiglas partition between the front and back seat.

“Yeah, how fun.” I asserted.

We had only drove for about ten minutes when the driver made a right turn onto what appeared to be a logging trail. The cop went a short way back, were the road was no longer visible and the deputy stopped the car, put it in park and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, opened the back door laughing about how much fun we were about to have. He reached in, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.

He pushed me up against the rear quarter panel of the car and jerked my still unbuttoned pants down to my knees. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed as his other hand slid down the crack of my ass until the cop reached my dry pucker. He pushed his dry finger through my ring and into my cavity. I let out a howl from the pain

“Come on boy, this ain’t nothin.” The cop informed me.

“Just get it over with!” I whined.

The cop spun me around ninety degrees and kicked the back of my knees causing him to hit the ground with my bared knees and I let out another yelp. Unfastening his utility belt, he placed it on the trunk of the squad car and opened his zipper. “Open up!” as he shoved his soft but thick cock in my face.

I opened his mouth and quickly took all of the cops soft shaft in my mouth.

Feeling the flacid meat growing in my mouth made feelings stir down between my own legs as I started to bob my head back and forth on the growing member in my mouth. Within a few seconds both of us were rock hard. With the cop fully erect I was unable to consume all of him without hitting my gag reflex. However, that didn’t stop the cop from impaling my throat.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my forehead hard against his stomach and holding me there. I was gagging, snot coming out of my nose and I felt like he was going to choke me to death when he finally let me up to breathe. He repeated that cycle three of four times before he got bored of it.

The cop grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up, faced me towards the car and pushed my face into the metal and kicked my ankles to spread my legs. I felt his wet fingers rubbing my ass as my hard cock pressed against the cold metal of the car when suddenly he jabbed a finger into my tight hole. I felt my shaft throb as his finger breached my muscle and buried deep inside me. He thrust in and out a few times and took his finger out.

I heard him spit and felt his touch on my sphincter again. This time there was a shot of pain as he jammed two fingers inside me. I let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure while he stroked against my prostate. The sensations that shot through my body were amazing. The more he stroked my lump the more my cock throbbed, the more it throbbed the more intense my moans got. I felt my cock grow tight and felt a cold building up in my toes, move up my legs until it shot through my groin. My cock erupted streams of cum on the side of the cop car. I felt the warm ooze sliding down my rod as the cop pulled his fingers out of me.

Another spit sound came from behind me and seconds later, I felt his cock head poking around my taint and crack in search of my entrance. My anticipation grew with each misplaced poke until I felt his tip hit it’s target. With one quick push, he split me open and buried his cock deep inside me. The pain was breathtaking, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting deep into me. With each thrust, I cried out until my muscle was loose and my hole was opened up.

He pushed my head so hard, it was like he was trying to push my head through the sheet metal as he pounded my asshole. The pain from my ass, transferred to my face as he pounded and pushed. I could feel the drool leaving my mouth and spilling out on the trunk of the car as I tried to breathe through my moans and grunts.

I could hear his sighs behind me with each thrust. I could feel my insides trying to stop him each time he bottomed out at my colon and my cock was rock hard again. He didn’t care. He had no care if I got any pleasure, or what pain I was in. His only goal was his own pleasure as I felt him slow his pace and his own cock start to throb inside me.

With a howl that could match a wolf, he growled as he unloaded his juice in my ass. With a few more pumps inside me, I felt his cum squirt out around his shaft and drip down my leg. He pulled out of me, wiped himself out on my shirt tail and pulled his pants up. He put his utility belt back on and dug for his keys. He fumbled as he unlatched my handcuffs. Then he got in the car and started the engine.and drove off, leaving me half naked, cum oozing out of me on a dark logging road.

I pulled up my boxers and pants, fastened my belt and stood in the darkness rubbing my wrists.

“No fucking problem! I can walk back to Chubby’s you asshole!” I shouted into the night and started my journey back to my car.

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The note read, “I’ve had enough of this.” That’s all. Hal had left it on the dining room table for me to see. The scrawl was obviously done in anger. I hadn’t thought the fights—not rising to the level of fights, I didn’t think—we’d had the last couple of nights were enough to push him over the edge. I know I shouldn’t have said that he went for the surface flash rather than the long-haul reliability. I was just talking about the new Cadillac ATS coup he’d bought a couple of weeks ago from at Baltimore dealer and hauled it back here to Havre de Grace, near the top of the Chesapeake Bay at the mouth of the Susquehanna River. But then he shouldn’t have asked me if that wasn’t what I was: surface flash rather than the long-haul reliability.

I never pretended that I hadn’t been looking for a sugar daddy when we first hooked up.

He’d been worked up and went on to say I was impetuous, overly generous, jumped to conclusions, and avoided confronting problems. He’d said, “If only you’d talk to me about—” but I’d cut him off, saying I didn’t want to talk about it, I wanted to fuck. That ended on his bed, him muttering something about an early Christmas present, with him on top of me, my legs open to him, and him French kissing me while he did his weekly pushups on me. It was how we ended most of our arguments, with me earning my keep by clutching his buttocks, taking his cock, and telling him how good he was doing. And he was, in fact, doing good. He had a nice long one that could get in deep. And I did have “a thing” for older men. Merry Christmas.

Afterward, I’d said, “You forgot to include that I was a pushover for a man with a big dick.”

“I didn’t get around to saying half of what you are,” he retorted. Then, calmed down, he’d just said that that had been covered in everything else he’d said I was and that it was Christmas. It could wait. The note he’d left me, though, said it couldn’t wait.

Just the memory of that brief explosion last night irritated me and I took my cellphone out of my pocket and turned it off. He would call, I was sure, to expound on the note he’d left, and I wasn’t in the mood to hear him. He was old enough to be my father, but I didn’t want a father telling me all the things that were wrong with me. I had wanted Hal just to be a nice sugar daddy, and usually he was.

He’d apologized and I’d laughed it off. I actually felt a little guilty about that—going to a hotel room with a good-looking, muscled-up soldier from the nearby Aberdeen Proving Grounds. I was bartending for him where I worked at Coakley’s pub, on the main waterfront drag, St. John’s Street. The soldier had been cute, in a rough-looking way, and had muscles and a smart mouth. So I went with soldiers who came into the pub sometimes. Big frickin’ deal.

Hal had been the one who wanted us to move in together. I hadn’t promised him total fidelity, and I had myself checked regularly. But I felt bad he’d found out about Corky.

I felt worse that he’d become a martyr about it and had brought it up a couple of times. Good thing I guess that he didn’t know about the other soldiers from the proving grounds. Hal gave good fuck, for a guy eighteen years older than I was, but he didn’t give it often enough. He was busy, though. Owning a restaurant like Charlotte down on the waterfront took a lot of time. But it brought in a lot of money to float us. So, there was that.

Still, a terse note like this to tell me we were finished. He was a man of few words, but not often this few. I guess I could be glad he didn’t add a sentence to tell me to pack up and be out before he got home, which should be by now. He was going to take off from the restaurant and do the grocery shopping. We were seriously out of milk. I’d taken off early myself because it was snowing like hell out there. This was no afternoon to try to find someplace else to live in Havre de Grace. I liked the Concord Pier apartment Hal had gotten overlooking a marina. So, did he decide to buy some milk before deciding to call it quits? I wondered.

I went to the refrigerator, opened it, and said, “Shit.” Not only was there no milk, but I saw that he’d mixed up some eggnog. It was just two days before Christmas, but who doesn’t replace the milk but does mix up homemade eggnog? A guy who was flash surface and no reliability, I guessed.

I looked out to the marina, where all the boats were white today and seemed to be shivering, a December occurrence when it snowed in Maryland. The snow had stopped, though. We were projected to have more, maybe as much as eight inches. And here I was, all alone in an apartment, without milk. With a sigh, I put my coat back on. It was better schlepping out to the Weis grocery store on the Pulaski Highway in four inches of snow than in eight inches, I decided.

I was coming out of Weis with milk and a few other survival supplies when I heard the bells. I looked around for the Salvation Army kettle, because I always slipped some money into the kettle when I passed one. It was a good luck habit. I’d lived on the edge for a while and had been aware that there wasn’t always a lot of distance between me and a guy who was down on his luck and homeless. Who knows, I might be evicted tomorrow in the snow myself. It had started snowing again. There was no Salvation Army bell ringer in sight, but I did see where the ringing was coming from. Across the parking lot, a “sort of” Santa was standing at the edge of a gas station and was shaking a leather strip with lots of little round bells on it. Thanks to atmospherics in the snow, he was getting quite a bit of sound out of them.

He hit me as a “sort of” Santa because he was bedraggled and not making a particularly good stab at the character. He had a red Santa hat with a white fluff ball on the end and he did have wavy white hair, but his beard and mustache, also white, weren’t filled out like Santa’s would be. He had them, but it was like he was just informed the last week in November he was being brought in as a substitute street Santa and had only started growing the beard and mustache then. He had on a red sweat shirt and he was rotund enough, but his baggy pants were black and looked like he’d been rolled in the dust in them.

He had a poster-board sign in front of him on which was scrawled, “Need Help Getting to Florida.” The sign was curling up at the corners. It wouldn’t last another hour in this wet snow. Maybe this poor excuse for a Santa wouldn’t last too many more hours standing out here in the falling snow either. Poor guy. He obviously was homeless, living out of his car, and had been trying to get to somewhere warm when his car ran out of gas. Havre de Grace was more of a “my car ran out of gas when I was driving from New York to Florida” place than a winter wonderland destination.

I started to get into my car when it hit me that I would have tossed money in a Salvation Army kettle out of superstition about “that could be me,” but I was just going to pass this guy by when he needed some gas money to get out of the snow. He could be me too.

I put the bag with the milk and survival supplies on the floor of the backseat of the car, closed the door, and walked over to the gas station. When he saw me approaching he moved a hand to his crotch and adjusted his package. He was smiling at me. In some instances I would have taken that as gay signaling, but he was just a homeless guy. He probably was just naturally crude. I took the option of smiling back at him.

“Hi. Saw your sign,” I said. “So, you’re trying to get to somewhere warm and got stranded here in the snow?”

“Something like that,” the homeless guy said, “Anything you could spare would be a help.”

Up closer, the guy looked younger than he did from afar and a lot less like a Santa. He was on his way toward having the bulky torso and a belly for it, but up close his face looked pinched and malnourished. He was pretty good looking, though, if you discounted the likelihood he’d been dragged through the dirt.

“Sure, I can give you a twenty,” I said and handed him a twenty-dollar-bill. I’d been a big spender of Hal’s money since we’d hooked up. “But that’s not enough to get you below the snowline. I’ve seen on TV that it goes all the way down into the Carolinas. How close are you to being able to get on the road?”

“I’ve got a twenty now, thanks to you.” He smiled at me again. That got to me. In such straits and still able to look on bright side of things. He was quaking and I though he must be chilled to the bone. It was a wet snow that was falling. He’d be soaked as well as chilled even before we’d stopped jawing with each other.

“I tell you what,” I said, on impulse. “You look like you need a meal and dry, clean clothes. How about you come back to my place for a couple of hours and you can have dinner with me, have a shower, and we’ll get your clothes cleaned and dry? Then I’ll bring you back here and you can continue your Florida quest. Your car should be OK here. There aren’t too many car thefts from gas stations in snow falling this heavy, I don’t think.”

“Well, I don’t know—”

“And I think I have something at the apartment that would make a sturdier sign than this one is. The snow has pretty much done it in, I think.” While he was hesitating, I held out my hand and said, “My name is Ryan, by the way. Ryan Jamison. And you are?”

“Nick,” he said, smiling and taking my hand in his. He had a good, strong grip.

“Of course it is,” I said. “Short for Nicholas. I’ve heard you were a saint too.”

He laughed. “Not always, I’m afraid. I’m sure I’ve made the naughty list a time or two.”

He didn’t balk as I guided him over to my car.

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I could hardly believe how high the stack of clothes was by the master bedroom door when I heard Nick go into the shower and turn it on. They hardly fit in the washer, but if he was going to be out of here after a bite to eat, one washer load would have to do it. I wasn’t domesticated anyway, much to Hal’s annoyance. Sometimes I thought he wanted a maid as much as a bed partner whenever he was in the mood—which wasn’t enough. I had to have it more, and I, in fact, got it more. He looked the other way, but he had no idea the extent of it.

It was almost Christmas and I wanted to be in the mood, so, before I started burning a pizza for Nick and me, I went around the living room, turning down the lights, turning the lights on the Christmas tree, and put a CD on of shmaltzy Christmas oldies. It was still snowing outside. The bluish cast to the snow-covered boats in the marina below was Christmassy as well. I opened the refrigerator, saw the eggnog, took it out, filled two mugs, took a swig, turned toward the master bedroom door upon hearing a sound there, and went WOW. I probably would have done that anyway at finding that the eggnog was heavily spiked, but what really brought the “wow” up was the view of Nick standing in the bedroom door.

“Sorry for the towel, but you took all of my clothes,” he said, “and what’s in the closet in here is too flamboyant—and a little too small—for me. It’s not your size, though. It was easy to see that.”

It wouldn’t be, I thought. I was a small guy. So, he was curious about what was what here. Might as well give it to him straight. “That’s Hal’s room—my roommate.” I had a slight start at the thought that Hal had left his clothes here. That was the closer that I was the one who was supposed to leave. I’d have thought that that was pushy of Hal, except that he was paying for this apartment. It was his name that was on the lease. What took my thoughts away from that, though, was that Nick wasn’t at all what I had been expecting.

Yes, he was heavy, but more in the husky vein than the Santa category. I smiled, the great pile of clothes I’d put into the washer now explaining itself. He wasn’t roly-poly in a Santa vein. He’d been wearing every stitch of clothing he owned in an attempt to keep warm. It had made him appear much (Much!) heavier than he really was. I’d really have to say he was husky and stocky, starting with a well-muscled barrel of a chest and tapering down a tad at the waist, which was thick, but not obese. He actually had very good muscle tone for a mature hobo—not that I knew that the homeless should be flabby or scrawny.

Nick wasn’t either flabby or scrawny. He looked good to me in just the towel hooked around his waist. I liked older men. The wavy gray hair had to be early onset. He couldn’t be fifty yet in what the rest of his body revealed. The gray, in fact, became salt and pepper on his chest and in the line down his belly and into the low-rise of the towel. It, of course, made me wonder what color his pubes were. I was wired that way, always thinking of sex and dicks and whether they were going to be inside me. I wouldn’t throw this Santa out of bed.

“I look silly like this?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re giving me a smile. I must look silly.”

“No, not at all,” I said. “Sorry we don’t have anything here to fit you. I’ll put a rush on the wash.” Not that I could get the washer and dryer to work any faster than they wanted to. “Here. Want some eggnog? Careful; it’s heavily laced.”

“The best kind,” he said, coming over and taking a mug from me. We just stood there by the kitchen counter for several beats longer than were comfortable, both of us grinning for no particular reason.

“Let’s go into the living room and enjoy the Christmas tree and music while the pizza burns,” I said.

“Sure. That would be nice. I didn’t think I’d get Christmas this year. Maybe there’s a present for me in there.” He was giving me a good smile.

“Maybe,” I said. Was that a pass? Was I imagining a situation that didn’t really exist?

We settled on the sofa, facing the tree. The view of the marina beyond the snow-covered balcony was off to his right. I had to look across his hairy barrel chest to look out at the snow. I found I wanted to look at how the snow was doing often.

“Here. Let me get you more eggnog,” I said. “You finished that cup fast.”

“It’s good stuff. Thanks,” he said as I popped up and refilled both cups.

“There’s another guy in this apartment with you?” he asked when I returned to the sofa. “The guy bigger than you. The one with the flamboyant clothes.”

“Yes, that’s Hal. I think he’s in the process of leaving me, though—or throwing me out.”

“A lover’s spat?” Nick asked, looking closely at me over the rim of his cup. He had spread his legs a bit, and I got a glimpse of the lower curve of his balls. They were hairy, like the rest of him. He was auburn-color down there. There was a bulge in the towel higher up. He had to be half hard.

“Am I really that obvious?” I asked. “Is it really that obvious that I sleep with men?”

“To someone who also sleeps with men it is, yes,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

I let myself exhale, only now realizing that I’d been holding my breathing in check ever since I saw him, nearly naked, in the bedroom doorway. That was out there now. I let it stay out there. “Something like that,” I answered. “He owns a restaurant here in Havre de Grace. He’s an older man. I like older men.” That last sentence was unnecessary, of course, but I recognized the look in Nick’s eyes and knew the mating game had started. He hadn’t just declared gay and revealed he knew I was gay. He was shopping. How extraordinary that bringing a homeless guy in from the cold for a bit would lead to a hookup.

“You like older men how? Like on top or . . . ?”

“Yes, on top,” I said. “I’m a submissive. But you, Nick. Being outside—no place much to go for privacy—what do you do for—”

“I take it wherever and whenever I can get it. Younger men mostly. Younger men who will go under me.”

“Men?”

“Yes, men. But small, young-looking men. Men like you.” The towel had fallen away from his lap. He definitely had had auburn-colored hair earlier in life. And he was in full, thick, long erection.

“Your mug is empty again,” I said, my voice thick with arousal. “I’ll get you more.” I realized I was slurring my words. That eggnog definitely was heavily spiked.

“Maybe later,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m thinking of unwrapping a Christmas present. What are you thinking? I’m thinking you brought me here tonight because you’re lonely and have had a spat with your man and he’s left you hanging. I don’t think it was just to wash my clothes. I’m thinking you are slim hipped, with a tight channel, and you want it filled for Christmas by a big bruiser of a Santa like me, with lots to give.” He slid over to me and put an arm around my shoulders. Bing Crosby was warbling “White Christmas” on the player.

I was about to be played. What was it Hal had said about being impetuous and too generous?

“Yes,” I whispered. That’s all Nick needed.

He was lifting my right leg with a hand, coming a bit off the sofa and twisting toward me. My right leg was running along the back of the sofa cushion, trapped behind him. My left leg was still bent, the foot on the carpet in front of the sofa. I was reclining into the corner of the sofa. His left hand cupped my head and his knees, and he had risen to his knees between my thighs, his thick torso hovering over me. I was trapped between him and the back corner of the sofa. He brought my face to his for a kiss. It was a deep, French kiss, his bourbon-flavored tongue forcing itself in.

His right hand was working the buttons on my flannel shirt. Flaring that and moving his lips to my throat, I felt his fingers at my belt buckle and then my zipper—and my trousers and briefs were stripped off and dropped on the carpet in front of the sofa.

I cried out a “Yes, Yes!” when his lips went to my nipples, first one and then the other, and his fingers, first one and then a second, breached my sphincter muscle. I arched my back and rolled my pelvis up so he could go deeper with the fingers. Moaning, I began riding the fingers in a slow, rolling motion.

He was an expert at this. He knew how to kindle a flame and control a submissive. He knew how to get a guy into position quickly to take his cock.

“Fuck me. Put it in me, Santa,” I whimpered.

“You don’t have to worry,” he murmured. “I’m good to go if you are. I got checked at a free clinic in Philly last week. Haven’t done it since then.”

Oh, my god, I thought. He was going to bareback me. I got checked regularly because of what I didn’t tell Hal. We used condoms and I usually did with the soldiers too, but I’d wanted to be safe. But I hadn’t even thought about it in this position he’d quickly gotten me into. And when he brought the subject up, it was an explanation on why he was going to bareback me.

And he did bareback me, slowly opening me up, stretching me, as his thick, long cock slid into me and into me and into me. I lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his buttocks, holding him inside me. He held there for an eternity, deep inside me, before he started the rhythm of the fuck. I had been clutching at him, clinging to him. When he started to work me, I relaxed, letting all of the tension flow out of me, opening completely to him, vulnerable, soft in the core he now could—and did—reach. Surrendering wholly to him. “Such a nice present,” he murmured. “Tight, sweet, all mine. I love my present, baby.” When he started to move, I went right with him, rocking my pelvis in rhythm to the long, deep thrusts.

I didn’t want it to stop, but he was on top of me, and taking my breath away. He must have been 220 at least. “Please, you’re crushing me.”

“I’ll get off.”

“No. Just readjust.”

He dug his knees in and raised his torso off mine, stiff arming his arms into the arm of the sofa on either side of my shoulders, his head hanging over mine like that of vulture, staring down into my eyes, taking in every reflection in my eyes of what his cock was doing deep inside me. With the extra leverage of his knees he was able to thrust in farther, harder, faster. I rocked on his thrusts, grabbing the sides of his chest under his pits, feeling him reaching into, devastating, ravishing me in my soft core, as I whimpered, “Yes, yes, yes,” and groaned at his total possession of me, of his unabashed, total use of me. Taking me brutally, cruelly, gloriously. Taking me in a lust and passion and a “taking no prisoners” vigor that Hal never had reached. Making me vulnerable to him and then tearing it out of me.

I had already cried out, “I’m coming,” and did so when he tensed, jerked, and released in the center of me, quickly pulled back to released again on my rim, and then thrust inside to release again. He held me tight under him, a strong hand palming my lower back into him as he grunted his final releases. I lay nestled and firmly in his arms, taking his cum, sighing. I was relaxed, totally surrendered to him, and he knew he had mastered me. He had fired off repeatedly. He must not have had it for a long time. He had barebacked me—flooded me with his cum. I didn’t care.

I lay there, collapsed into the corner of the sofa, legs and arms akimbo, tongue hanging out and panting lightly, my eyes watching the snow softly fall on the boats in the marina beyond the wall of glass to the balcony, humming to myself, when he’d left me to take another shower. Bing was singing “Silent Night.”

How in the hell did an old homeless guy learn to fuck another guy so well?

Merry Christmas.

The pizza, of course, was burnt to a crisp.

* * * *

I woke, flat on my back on my bed, my legs spread and bent, my feet pressing into the mattress, pushing my pelvis up to stretch into Nick’s throat as his lips descended the sides of my cock, which had wakened sometime before the rest of me did. My arms went over my head to grip the top of my headboard and I arched my back and babbled to the ceiling, as below me and lying between my spread thighs, Nick gave me an almost never-ending, edging blow job and worked my prostate with his fingers. Christmas present to me.

“God, you’re good,” I whimpered.

“Just payin’ my way,” he answered in a muffled voice. He was kissing my inner thighs, which were trembling for him.

I was already exhausted, even though having just awakened Christmas Eve morning, when I came. He rolled my pelvis up and went after my hole with his mouth. When I was ready, open, and whimpering for him, he cupped my buttocks, pulled me up to where my legs were extended under me, worked his way between my thighs on his knees, penetrated me, and fucked the hell out of me, once again, taking me hard, savagely, gloriously once more. Yodeling about the great time I was having, I turned my face to the wall of glass beside my bed and enjoyed the slightly different angle view of the marina under a blanket of snow. The snow had stopped though, and after he’d come—once more barebacking and me once more not caring that he did—and I’d come yet again, he scooted up beside me on the bed on is back, and I turned on my side toward him and let my hand glide over the curves and creases of his body, beautiful to me despite the heft of him. Anyone who could fuck me like he did . . .

All of world in silence now except for the low sound of the never-ending revolving of the CDs in the living room, now featuring the Mormon Tabernacle’s rending of “In the Bleak Midwinter” and the muffled sounds of snow plows and snow shovels at work outside. Havre de Grace was coming alive and shoveling out for Christmas.

“I would guess that the clothes are finished in the dryer,” he whispered.

“They are if I remembered to put them in last night before you carried me in here and fucked the shit out of me a second time. I don’t know—”

“As I told you, I take it where I can get it. I don’t get it that often. The clothes are probably still in the washer,” he said. And then, “I guess we should get them dry and I should get going again.”

“To Florida?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. Neither of us objected to that. We were alike in being content to take our pleasures as encounters, not toying with relationships. We were both drifters in that way—Nick physically, me emotionally.

“I’ll feed you breakfast first,” I said. “The clothes can go through the dryer while we eat. Then I’ll take you back to the gas station for your car.”

“I don’t have a car,” he said, and he laughed. “Do you have a bus station here? Buses require gas to run too.”

I laughed too. This all had come out of concern for gas money for a car that Santa didn’t have.

He’d left his leather strip with the bells on the kitchen island counter and I rang them to summon him to breakfast. His clothes were only damp when I went into the laundry room as he went off to take another shower, so they’d be ready soon after breakfast was finished. He done me superbly and I’d be sorry not to get another round, but casual hookups were what I was used to. This relationship I’d had with Hal had been what had been hard to manage.

Still, it was kicky to having been fucked royally and repeatedly by a surprise Santa at Christmas—and a very capable Santa at that. Quite a Christmas present.

“Do you have enough to get you to Florida on the bus?” I asked as we were finishing breakfast.

“I don’t know. You said something about making me a new sign. I could do some more panhandling.”

“How much more do you think you need?”

“Trying to get me out of town?”

“I think we both enjoyed it. I, for one, was touched deeply by it. No one has gotten as deep into me like that and fucked with me so completely as that. That’s dangerous. I don’t know about you, but I think we both don’t want to push that button any harder.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. If I were another person—”

“Same here. How much more do you need to get on your way south?”

“Maybe seventy-five, but you don’t have to . . . I don’t want to take any more gifts from you.”

“It doesn’t have to be a gift. I’ll buy something from you.” I reached for the cookie jar, where Hal kept the grocery money. He was a lavish spender. He wouldn’t even notice that the household fund was light by eighty dollars, which is what I took out of the jar and handed to Nick.

* * * *

When I returned from the bus stations, which, amusingly was just north of the Weis supermarket on Pulaski Highway, where I had picked Nick up in the first place, Hal was standing by the balcony window, gazing out onto the marina.

“There you are,” he said, in a natural way, just as if he hadn’t walked out on me the afternoon before. “I wondered where you were. The tree lights and the CDs were still on when I came in.” The CDs, in fact, were still going. Dinah Shore was singing “I Wonder as I Wander.” “It smells like something was burned to a crisp in here.”

“It was pizza,” I responded instinctively. “I had it in the oven and forgot about it. Something came up.” With Hal, I tried to stay as close to the truth as I could.

My mind raced. How had the apartment been left? Thank god I’d put the breakfast things in the dishwasher. My bed was still a mess, but it often was. What evidence of himself had Nick left in the master bedroom, Hal’s bedroom? I’d taken the towel he’d been wearing to the laundry room before we left. Thank god he hadn’t worn any of Hal’s clothes.

“I was out seeing how the roads were, whether they’d been cleared.” That wasn’t a lie. I’d been on the roads. “The note you left yesterday—”

“You were right. The Cadillac is a piece of junk. I’d had enough of it. I was taking it back to Baltimore to trade it back in—I’ve got a Lexis now. The Caddie broke down on I-95. Had to be towed into town and they couldn’t get a new car to me until this morning.”

“You were out all night. I didn’t know—”

“I tried calling you several times. You have your cellphone off.”

“Oh.” Yes, of course I did.

Hal was over at the refrigerator, opening it. “I made some eggnog. I thought for Christmas Eve . . . shit, it looks like you’ve drunk most of it already.”

“Yeah, sorry. It was good. And you weren’t here last night. I got maudlin watching the tree and the snow falling in the marina and listening to the CDs. Sorry.”

“That’s OK. I’ll make some more. You want to go out tonight?”

“No. I want to stay in and do more of what I did last night—with you. I want to give you a special Christmas present.” That was all true enough.

“Give me a special . . . ? Oh, yes, I see.” I’d come over to the refrigerator and embraced him and kissed him on the throat. He pulled my face up and we kissed on the lips. “Yes, I approve. The best sort of present.”

“Yes, it is,” I thought. Thinking of another kind of present giver, but content with the one I had and who took care of me—as long as I could go off the reservation now and again.

“Uh, what’s this?” he asked. Hal had seen the leather strip with the bells on it that was laying on the kitchen island counter.

“Oh that?” I said. “That’s something I bought off a homeless guy I saw in the gas station parking lot over at Weis’s. He was asking for gas money to get him to Florida. He’d dressed up a bit like Santa and sort of looked like him. He looked so cold and pathetic that I gave him a fifty. He didn’t want to take all that I gave him as a gift, so I bought these bells off him he’d been ringing to catch people’s attention. I went by Weis’s this morning and he was gone. He’s on his way to Florida, I’m sure. I guess you’ll say I was being impetuous and overgenerous again.”

“Shhh, let’s not go there again,” Hal said, taking me into his arms. “I was being unfair. It’s Christmas and you were just in the Christmas spirit. Those characteristics are good things about you, not bad.”

I smiled in his embrace, looking out at the beauty of the snow-covered boats in the marina. He’d left out at least one trait when he’d been berating me for what I had to admit were flaws of mine—my tendency to keep secrets. On the whole, though, I think I was doing that for his benefit and to keep our relationship going. I don’t think I could go on with him as I did if I didn’t get myself a present now and again. Merry Christmas to us.

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When I found Ian’s flat, I was delighted. I’ve been searching for a new place to share, and have seen some real holes, places they would have to pay me, to even consider living there.

It was close to my place of work, and was built on 5 semi-split levels, that meant although there were stairs here and there; it felt much larger than it actually was. With the labyrinth-like layout, it was also easy to not bump into each other if you didn’t feel like seeing the other person.

After I learnt that he was away for work a lot, it sealed the deal, meaning I would have the three-bedroom place to myself more often than not. It also had a rather large attic space that I could access directly from my bedroom, through a small door in the far wall.

The only weird bit was the bathroom – built on the top level, in the eaves of the roof, right next to my room. It just meant that one side of the room sloped steeply down from the angle of the roof, the bath being in an odd triangular space, the overhead shower being the only area tall enough to stand in the tub.

The whole flat had recess lighting throughout, even two built into the weird angled wall above the bath, but it was functional and tastefully done, so I didn’t think too much of it at first.

Ian was a rather jolly chap, and a few years older than me, I would guess probably in his mid-thirties, and attractive in an outdoorsy, straight-male I-go-hiking kinda way. He had floppy brown hair and light brown eyes, and an easy, infectious laugh. Not my type at all, but charming none-the-less and a good conversationalist.

*     *     *     *

Ian knew I was gay, and it didn’t seem to bother him, nor did he ask questions, it was simply a non-topic and it suited me just fine.

Having the bathroom next to my room, I also soon learnt that he has a rather toned physique that looks great wrapped in a white towel around his waist. Not much later I also learnt that he sports an impressive wood most morning on the way to the bathroom.

After a few weeks I noticed the one recessed light in the bathroom flickering, the disco-like morning shower being quite a novelty at first. Not long after, it went out completely.

Ian mentioned that he thought it could be the moisture getting to it because it is mounted on a sloping wall, but that he would have to get an electrician to come and look at it, asking if I mind if they went through my room into the attic, as the back of it could be reached like that.

Being quite handy at DIY, I offered to have a look at it myself, if he didn’t mind. Ian was delighted, as an electrician would probably charge a small fortune just for coming round, never mind actually fixing it.

I already packed a lot of things I don’t need into the big attic space next to my room, but now I ventured in further, finding that it continues to the right around the corner, when you duck down low and crawl on your hands and knees for a few meters.

Going through lots of cobwebs and kicking up dust, I make it round to the bathroom side surprisingly quickly. I can still see the one working bulb, faintly glowing in the dark, the other one completely dead below it.

After unclipping it and pulling back the whole fitting, I examine it under torchlight. It looks like it was only the bulb that went, so I take it out, planning to get one the next day.

*     *     *     *

After work, I pick up a couple of new bulbs from the store on my way home. As I walk up the stairs to the bathroom, I hear the front door opening and Ian coming home.

“Hallo…” I call down the stairs.

“Hey…” comes a faraway reply, as I hear him putting down shopping in the kitchen.

“I’m just about to…” I start, but decide to let him unwind for a second before bombarding him with information as soon as he steps through the front door. Also yelling to each other from different parts of this flat with its winding layout is not helping either.

I continue up the stairs and drop the bulbs on my bed, unpacking one and heading towards the little door in the corner. I enter the attic, and move some of my stuff to the side to make it easier to get in and out. I hear a door close somewhere. It must be from Ian’s bedroom that is located opposite mine, at the other end of the short hallway that runs past the bathroom.

By the time I get to the light fittings that illuminate the bathroom, I see light streaming through the bottom hole, as well as a droning sound. Cautiously I come closer, unsure of what exactly is happening.

As I lean in closer the sound becomes recognisable, as I realise the shower is running. Surprised, I bring my eye up to the empty space where the light fitting was clipped into, and peer through the moisture that blows through it like dust.

Immediately I see Ian’s firm ass come into view, water streaming over it. I swallow heavily. I shouldn’t be here, not now, but I stay frozen, staring through the hole as his ass wiggles with his washing movements.

After a few seconds he turns around. I yank my eye away, and make to leave, but I can’t get myself to move. Carefully, my eye returns to the peephole, as I see his soft brown pubic hair, clinging wetly to his groin, water rushing down his toned torso.

My eye travels down a little further, as I breathe heavily in the dark, my eye illuminated with a circular disc of murky light.

His cock is soft, but hanging heavily between his legs, his pear-like balls wiggling as he washes his asshole. I lick my lips, my eyes locked onto him, watching his every movement, seeing the muscles move in his sturdy thighs as he shifts weight from one leg to the other.

I watch the water stream over his dick, pouring down from his foreskin like someone pissing. I watch his soapy hand come round, lathering up his sausage, pulling back his foreskin. I watch him wash his round balls, massaging them briefly in his hands, pulling down on them before rinsing off.

When he suddenly turns off the water, it is deadly quiet for a few seconds, as I hold my breath. As I see him reaching for his towel, I jerk back, scrambling to get out of the attic as quickly and quietly as possible, my heart pounding out of my chest.

I close the little attic door carefully, and sit on my bed, feeling my heartbeat racing, but also feeling elated, like I’ve had a shot of naughty adrenaline. I look at the bulbs, and quickly grab them up, shoving them into a drawer out of sight.

It seems my body has made a decision on my behalf – that light getting fixed is definitely being strategically delayed for the time being.

*     *     *     *

“Did you manage to have a look at the light fitting? I see the bulb is out…” he asks me the following evening.

“Err, yeah…” I stumble. “There is something wrong with the, um… the wire that connects the, err… starter switch to the bulb,” I make up a load of technical rubbish.

“Oh… Right… Would you be able to fix it?” he asks, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, should be able to,” I reply. “I’ll have a look online for the part I need and order it in. Hopefully won’t take too long…”

“Hmm, I guess it’s still cheaper than getting an electrician out…” he thinks aloud.

“Oh, definitely,” I reply quickly, smiling nervously.

A few nights later, I hear Ian running a bath next door. My heartbeat immediately increases as I lie on my bed, frantically contemplating whether to spy on him again or not.

After a few minutes of internal deliberations, my lust tells my morality to go fuck itself, as I hear him closing the door and turning the lock. I jump up from my bed and carefully open the little door, moving round the corner and crawling stealthily towards the peephole.

As I get closer I hear the bath still running, and the swishing sounds of his arms paddling water.

When my eye lines up with the hole, I see his back in front of me, as he sits on his knees, swirling water around his body in opposite directions. He leans forward, and turns off the tap, before slowly sitting down properly in the hot water with a loud, contented sigh.

Eventually, he lies down in the bath, his head coming to rest close to the empty light fitting. I see the crown of his head about 30cm away from me, his hairy chest half submerged in the water, the small swells lapping at his nipples. My eyes travel further, over the bumpy view of his abs, the hair swaying gently in the water. I see his cock poking slightly out from the water’s surface, his balls lazily floating underneath. His muscular thighs stretch out further, towards his defined calves, with his slightly hairy feet lifted up onto the other end of the tub.

He runs his hands in parallel movements along his body, gliding from his chest, down his torso, towards his cock. When they get to the base, he pushes down around it, slightly lifting his lower body out of the water and letting out a soft groan, as his cock flops lazily to one side.

I bite down on my lip, as I feel my hand reach down towards my own cock, gently groping it through my sweatpants, my eyes locked onto his wet, steaming body.

He continues caressing his body with his rugged hands, his cock starting to slowly swell and rotate lazily towards me, like a fat worm wriggling to get out of a too-tight skin.

Suddenly he stops, splashes upright and leans over the side of the bath. I jump backwards, getting ready to make a hasty retreat, when I hear him give a loud sigh and lay back down.

I peak through again, and see him holding his phone in one hand, the other starting to grope his still growing, but already sturdy sausage. He taps the screen, and a video starts playing. There is no sound coming from his phone, but I can see the screen clearly.

A woman is getting fucked by an attractive stud with a huge cock, lying on top of him and moaning silently. Then another guy enters the scene, also sporting a humongous hard dick. But he is more interested in the other stud, kissing him passionately before shoving his throbbing meat into his gaping mouth, and starts face fucking him.

With my mouth slightly agape, I sit on my knees looking through a hole at my straight flatmate stroking his rock-hard cock while watching bisexual-porn. As silently and carefully as I can, I manage to push down my sweatpants, as I pull my raging hard-on out and start jerking off too, trying not to moan.

Ian’s cock is very veiny with a big mushroom head, that he is now stroking frantically, all the while moaning softly, as on his phone the first stud is now also getting ploughed by the other, the woman still impaled on top both of them.

Like a dirty silent film in a moist, humid theatre, the five of us are getting our rocks off, as Ian’s body tenses up in the bath, splashing water everywhere, me not even a meter behind him in the dark, looking over his shoulder, also urgently smacking my meat, as the three on the small screen violently race towards a noisy orgasm, set on mute.

I see Ian thrust upwards with a loud splash and a suppressed grunt, as a streak of spunk flies out of his swollen cock, splashing onto his hairy chest. A split-second later, I also feel my cum squirting out onto the wooden panel in front of me, as I bite down hard on my lip and close my eyes, trying not to make a sound while shooting my steaming load.

As I silently shake off the last few drops of jizz from my drooping dick, I hear Ian give a long, deep sigh and a half-chuckle. “Ah fuck man, that was good…” he whispers, before adding a little louder, “Don’t you think?”

I freeze, my heart pounding, as I try and work out whether he is just talking to himself or if he saw me. Unable to move for a few seconds, I just sit there wide-eyed. He doesn’t turn around or say anything else, just breathes out loudly, squeezing the last cum out of his shrinking dick, then shakes it from his hand, before softly chuckling.

Turning around, I hurry out of the attic as quickly as I can, knocking things over and half stumbling out of the little door into my bedroom. I plonk myself down on the bed, adjust my sweats, grab a book and pretend to be reading, even though he is still in the bathroom.

I hear the water start running out and him getting out of the bath, going about his usual business of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. I listen intently to all the telltale noises, my heart still racing, preparing myself for a possible confrontation.

But I simply hear him switch of the light and shuffle down the short hallway to his room, and clicking shut his door.

*     *     *     *

The next morning I get up earlier than usual, avoiding bumping into Ian at all costs, even if it means arriving at work a full hour ahead of time. I drink two coffees in that time, and work turns out to be a right slog once the initial caffeine rush wears out.

Exhausted, I return home that evening, relieved to find that Ian is not in yet. I cook some pasta with a basic tomato sauce, trying to get out of the communal spaces as quickly as I can, still not quite ready to face Ian after our secret, or not-so-secret, jack-off session last night.

Almost done, I hear the front door open. “Shit,” I think to myself, “just pretend that nothing happened, he probably doesn’t know. He can’t possibly know…”

“Hey, you alright?” he asks in a friendly voice.

“Hey Ian, yeah not bad – you?” I answer, trying not to look at him.

“Could be better, actually. I had quite a shitty day…” he mumbles. “Anyway, I’ve already eaten, gotta get up early tomorrow. I’ll be away for a few days again, so…”

“Oh, ok,” I say, feeling relieved that everything seems to be ok.

“Can you do me a favour mate?” he suddenly asks. “There is a package waiting for me at the post office, but I don’t have time to collect it tomorrow… Do you mind picking it up? I’ll leave the collection slip by the front door…”

“Sure, no problem,” I reply, looking at him.

He looks back and smiles calmly. “Cheers mate, I owe you one! Goodnight – see you sometime Saturday.”

“Night. Safe trip,” I answer, smiling to myself, reassured that I should be able to have another look again soon.

*     *     *     *

The week flies by in a flurry of work, and before I know it, Friday evening has come and gone, as I wake up on Saturday, slightly hung over from a quick after work drink with friends, that inevitably turned into a late running drink-athon without dinner.

I groan, as I sit up in bed, rubbing my pounding head. Can’t quite remember how I got home last night, but I have a vague recollection of sucking face with Diego at some point, the sexy new Spanish colleague of a good friend of mine who also joined us last night.

“Oh man, I shouldn’t really be allowed out on my own,” I think to myself, as I feel my semi growing thicker and harder, thinking of Diego’s soft plump lips and rough, hard stubble. “Urgh…” I moan silently, starting to rub my cock through the duvet. “Hmm, Diego…”

It is then that I realise Ian is also due back at some point today, and I still haven’t picked up his parcel… Shit. Looking at my watch I see it is already mid-morning, and I need to get going if I still want to make to Post Office delivery depot on a Saturday, as they close around midday. “Too late, can’t masturbate,” I say sarcastically to myself, as I grudgingly get out of bed, my hard dick pointing forwards and curving slightly to the left, its head a fat swollen plum.

As I get into the shower and start lathering up, I can’t take my eyes of the small black circular hole in the angled wall opposite me. I rub my neck and run my hands symmetrically over my pecs and into my hairy pits, before rubbing my arms with my soapy hands, watching my nipples become erect.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t see someone behind there,” I think, as I wash my stomach, my hands massaging around my midriff, circling inside my belly button, before gliding down to my half drooping cock. “Especially not when the shower is running and it gets all steamy,” I continue in my head, my hands sliding along my sulking sausage, washing the shaft, then pulling the skin back and repeating the process, trying not to provoke it more than I need to.

“He must have just been talking to himself…” I consider, my hands massaging my soft, squidgy ball sack, then smoothly gliding over my thighs and coming back up against the growth of hair to my crack, lathering up my hairy valley, before dropping down to wash my calves and ankles, then my feet. Lastly I wash my face, and rinse everything off, standing with my eyes closed under the spray for a few seconds, still waking up, as my cock finally starts falling asleep.

*     *     *     *

That evening I have dinner and eventually get ready to retire to my room, still tired from the night before, deciding to make it an early night. As I finish in the kitchen, I hear the front door opening and Ian huffing inside, dropping what sounds like a bag inside, then closing the door with a loud clack. He comes up the short flight of stairs leading up from the door to the living space, and places down his things.

“Hey,” he says, smiling.

“Hey, I reply, “how was your trip?”

“Yeah good thanks, mate,” he answers. “Ah… Thanks for picking up my parcel,” he says, seeing it sitting on the sideboard.

“Yeah, no worries. Listen, there’s still some leftovers on the stove, if you are hungry…”

“Great, thanks,” he smiles, patting my shoulder as he passes on his way into the kitchen.

“I had quite a heavy one yesterday, so I’m taking it easy tonight,” I say as I walk up towards my room. “Catch you later…”

In my room, I plonk myself down onto my bed, pull out my phone and start scrolling through my social feed, one leg dangling over my raised knee. After a while, I hear Ian coming up the stairs towards his room on the opposite side of mine. Eventually, I hear him walking over towards the bathroom.

“I’m just going for a shower,” he states.

“Err, ok…” I reply, a little confused.

I hear the door click and lock, as I feel my heartbeat increasing again. I sit on my bed listening for a few seconds, as I hear the water start running. Should I?

Still feeling horny from not finishing my wank this morning, I eventually jump off my bed and crawl through the little door, feeling my dick hardening in my shorts as I crawl the final stretch on my hands and knees.

Coming up to the hole, I see the light streaming through, moisture softly blowing in, dancing like dust particles in the dim beam. Carefully I shuffle closer on my knees, bringing my eye slowly up to the hole.

I see Ian standing under the water, his cock hanging at half-mast, pulling slightly to the side as his foreskin starts pulling back, revealing his fat, juicy mushroom head and long piss-slit. I swallow heavily; pushing the waistband of my shorts down with one hand and feeling my almost completely hard cock jump free.

Ian slowly lathers up his cock with soap, tantalisingly stroking it clean as it bears more upwards with every stroke. His hairy nuts hang heavily underneath, jiggling with his movements, thick milky water running over them as he continues washing.

Eventually he turns around to rinse off, as I see his firm butt again, water droplets slowly running over the smooth round flesh. When he turns to me again, his cock is completely hard, pointing rigidly forwards and slightly upwards, the veins along its shaft prominent. He contracts his groin muscles and makes it playfully bounce a couple of times.

My hand has enclosed my moist, firm meat, and I slowly grip it, as I watch his cock bounce in front of my eyes. I lick my lips watching his hand return to his bulging cock, his strong fingers slowly encircling it, while his other hand cups his dangling balls.

Almost simultaneously we start stroking our fleshy fuck-sticks, water streaming over his sexy body from behind, darkness surrounding mine as I sit on my knees behind the thin wall.

“Oh yeah…” I hear him softly whisper through the noise of the splashing water, as he strokes his throbbing dick, rubbing his crimson mushroom helmet. “Urgh…” I softly moan to myself, as I stroke mine in unison, feeling pre-cum spread onto my fingers in the dark.

He keeps stroking, slowly stepping forwards. I watch his cock increase in size as it inches closer in my tunnel of sight. He steps forwards again, still stroking. My hand freezes, gripping my drooling dick tightly as he takes another step, his cock now literally 30cm or so away from the still empty socket.

Slowly I pull away from the wall, getting ready to scamper, as I see his bulging cock starting to carefully push through the hole. The only sound I can hear is the streams of water hitting the bathtub underneath, and my own heavy breathing in the dark as the main light source fades away, in what looks like a cock-eclipse.

In the dim light I see his wet, glistening cock head at the end of his veiny shaft, now almost completely pushed through. Tremblingly I move my hand towards it, pulling away halfway, unsure of what to do.

Without saying a word, his fingers manoeuvres the base of his cock from behind the wall, shaking it and making the shaft wiggling on my side. I take that as a sign, and slowly bring my hand up to it again.

With my forefinger I gently touch the tip of his mushroom head, feeling the familiar slippery stickiness of pre-cum against it. He lets out a loud moan. “Urgh yeah…”

My heart is pounding out of my chest, as I circle his swollen helmet with my slippery finger, sliding it around the perimeter of his cock head, making him groan. “Ooh-urgh…”

I swap hands and start stroking my still swollen cock again, as I grip his meat tightly with my other hand, pulling him in more. “Fuck yeah…” he softly moans. Feeling his warm, hardness in my hand excites me even more, my cock seeping out pre-cum as I start pumping his in my clenched fist, hearing him wetly bump against the wooden panel in the bathroom.

After feeling his girth and weight in my hand, I start teasing his mushroom with my tongue, licking around it and tickling his slit with my tip. I can hear him breath heavily and moan into the wall every now and then, the water still rushing in the background, as I start tasting his oozing man-sap on my tongue.

Taking that as a cue, I open widely and engulf his swollen cock with my wet, warm lips. “Argh yeah…” I hear him moan, a little louder this time, my lips sliding along his veiny shaft, gently sucking on it.

I’m also totally getting off, wetly whacking my prick as pre-cum smears all over my head and along my thick shaft between my fingers, my head bobbing forwards and backwards with Ian’s hot hetero-meat in my mouth.

As I hear his breaths escalating and I feel him humping the bathroom wall, I suck harder, sloppy slurping sounds drowning out the noisy background spray. I hear his hands slam clammily against the wall, and I know he’s not far off from exploding.

I urgently hammer my wet cock, also racing towards a creamy ending, as I feel his cock throb in my mouth. Escalating “aargh’s” tell me to expect a gushing delivery very soon, as I suck as hard as I can, pulling the cum out of his shaft like you do a thick milkshake through a thin straw. With a loud “Uuuuurgh!” he pumps out thick, creamy spunk onto my tongue in explosive bursts.

Counting, I swallow about four big blasts, before I too erupt against the wall, squirting lines of thick jizz dripping down the wood, as I suck out the last of his juices from his exhausted dick.

Without saying a word, he pulls his drooping dick out of my gaping food hole, and back through the socket into the bathroom. He gets back underneath the shower, and starts rinsing off. Catching my breath, I pull my leaking cock back into my shorts, smearing cum off my hands onto my back pockets, before crawling out towards my bedroom again.

As I climb back on my bed, I lie there staring at my wet shorts, wondering what the fuck just happened. Eventually I hear the bathroom door unlock, and Ian stepping out, my heart pounding again, unsure of what might happen next.

“The bathroom’s free if you need it mate,” he calls chirpily. “Goodnight.”

“Err, thanks… Night,” I half answer, my voice trailing off as I hear his door close.

*     *     *     *

We went about our business as usual after that night, like nothing happened.

Ian eventually started seeing a girl named Georgina, who was nice enough and stayed over sometimes. I got with sexy Diego in the end, but throughout all these changes, Ian still lets me know when he is going for a shower every now and then.

That bathroom light has not been fixed in almost two years now, and no one seems to mind.

*     *     *     *

From an early age, I began asking my dad why I didn’t have a mommy like the rest of the kids.  Finally when I was around  six or so, he explained that although my mom loved him very much, she wasn’t ready to have a family and decided to be single again.

As I got older, dad explained that he was eighteen and my mother was seventeen when she got pregnant.  They were both seniors in high school and decided to go ahead and get married.

After a few years, he said my mom was very depressed and wanted to be single and not be ‘tied down’ with a family and walked out.  She had filed for a divorce and gave dad full custody of me.  He said he hadn’t seen her since and had no idea where she was.

That explained to me why dad had been so attentive to me, and tried to give me a happy childhood, and had succeeded. But his only friends were mostly men he worked for him at his construction company.

At about thirteen, a buddy from school had swiped some porn magazines from his dad and we were out behind the garage looking at them when he said he needed to jerk off.  When I asked what he meant, he laughed and told me what it was, how you did it, and how great it felt.

It was common for Danny and I to jerk off together several times a week and I did it at home almost nightly.  Then, when I was about sixteen, I had gone to bed and just before falling to sleep, I heard soft moans coming from my dad’s room and I went to investigate.

As I neared his bedroom door, I noticed that it was slightly open, so I eased up to it and looked in, totally shocked at what I saw.

There on the bed lay my dad, totally naked and jerking his huge thick cock.  I had never seen a cock that big before and definitely not hard.

My own cock began to stiffen, but I managed to refrain from jerking while watching dad.  Then, his moans became slightly louder and his hips began to buck upward, when suddenly his cock exploded, sending huge volleys of cum out onto his hairy stomach and chest, almost hitting him in his face.

I silently slipped back to my bedroom, and jerked my own cock to a climax.  I spied on dad whenever I had the chance and loved watching him jerk his huge cock to a climax.

Danny, who now preferred to be called ‘Dan’, and I still jerked off together often, when one day he suggested that we jerk each other off.  It sounded exciting and I was curious to see what another males cock felt like.  For a few weeks we jerked each other all the time. He had turned seventeen a couple of weeks before me, and on my seventeenth birthday he had said he had a surprise for me.  

He led me out into the woods behind his house and once there, he said “Drop your pants and let me get you hard.”

I did, not knowing what to expect when he grasped my cock. Once it was hard, he suddenly dropped to his knees and took it into his hot wet mouth.  I wanted to stop him but the feeling was so unbelievably great, I wanted him to continue.

After a few moments, I found myself gently holding his head as I fucked his mouth.  I had fucked a few girls from school, but this felt so much better.  Finally, I told him I was about to shoot and he should stop, but instead he sucked me with more energy and gusto.

Unable to hold back, my cock exploded in his mouth and to my shocked surprise, he eagerly began swallowing it.  Once he had milked me dry, he stood up, smiled and said, “Happy birthday, Mark.  You just received your first blow job.  How did you like it?”

“It was great, but when did you go gay?” I replied.

“I still like fucking pussy, but my older brother and I started blowing each other about six months ago. Our parents don’t know it, but he admitted to me he is totally gay and let me fuck him in his ass.  It was awesome.”

“Damn, you shoved your cock up his ass?”

“Yep.  We either suck each other or I fuck him almost nightly.  I told him about us jerking together and he said he would like to suck us both or have us both fuck him.  You in for it?”

“Hell, why not?” I replied, “but dad is taking me out to dinner tonight.”

“Tomorrow is even better.  Our parents will be out of town and just Jake and I will be home alone for the night.  Tell your dad your staying over at my place.”

I did and the next night I arrived at Dan’s place, and after I went in, Jake came into the den totally naked and said, “Hey, bro, why don’t you and Mark get comfortable like me.”

“Come on, Mark, let’s go to my room and ‘get comfortable’.

I followed Dan to his room and we both stripped, and a second later, Jake walked in and said, “Hey, Mark, mind if I get  taste of that beautiful cock of yours?

“No, go for it,” I replied.

Jake was twenty, and attending the local university. He was right at six foot tall and muscular, from being on the wrestling team.  He said he liked wrestling because he got to grope his opponent, without it being offensive.

He knelt down and swallowed my now hard cock as he motioned Dan to step closer.  He began alternating between our cocks, soon bringing me to a roaring climax.  With my cum load still in his mouth he brought Dan to a climax, then swallowed both loads.

“Looking up at us, he smiled and said, “Fucking delicious.”

I asked him what it tasted like and he said it varied from man to man depending on what he had eaten.  I asked if it was harmful to eat and he smiled and said it wasn’t and it was almost pure protein.

Then he laughed and said, “From all the questions, it sounds like you are considering sucking cock to a climax. Am I right?”

“Well, I am curious, But very nervous,” I replied.

“Look, if you want to try it, suck me.  You can stop anytime you want to,” Jake said.

I looked at Jake then over at Dan, who smiled and said, “Go ahead.  You’ll love it.”

I took a deep breath and stepped over to Jake and dropped to my knees, and slowly took Jake’s hard cock into my hot wet mouth.  It was strange feeling yet very erotic and I had to admit I did like it.

I began to piston off and on his rock hard cock and the more I did, the more I liked what I was doing.  I was now wanting to see what cum tasted like.  I looked up momentarily and saw Dan and Jake kissing and swapping  tongues.

Moments later, Jake began breathing heavier and said, “Man, for a beginner, you are doing it like a pro.  I’m about to feed you my load.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted it or not but I had to find out what it tasted like.  Almost instantly, his cock began firing his thick, creamy cum load out into my mouth.  I gagged slightly as my mouth filled with Jake’s cum, and to my surprise I liked the taste.  Once I had his entire load in my mouth, I pulled off and looked at him then Dan and swallowed.

“Way to go, Mark,!” Jake exclaimed.

Remembering he and Dan kissing I stepped up to him and began tongue kissing him and he immediately responded and kissed me back.

As we parted, he said, “Later I want you to fuck me.  Normally I get on my hands and knees and Dan fucks me doggie style, but tonight I want you both to fuck me with me on my back and legs pulled up so I can see your faces and kiss you .”

After about half hour later, Jake smiled and said, “I need to get fucked.”

He got on the floor and pulled his knees to his chest.  Dan lubed his brother’s ass then his own cock and handed it to me to lube mine.

 

I watched as Dan got into position and steadily slid his cock into his brothers’ ass balls deep.  “Yea, Bro. Fuck my hot horny hole.”

Dan began to fuck his brother’s ass just like we did girls pussy and began tongue kissing him as he did.  Periodically, Jake said how great it felt and couldn’t wait to have a virgin fuck him. Moments later, Dan moaned and buried his cock in his brother and held it there as his cock pumped his cum load into Jake’s ass.

After a couple of seconds, Dan pulled out and looked at me and said, “Your turn.”

I got in position and did what Dan had done and soon had my cock completely buried in Jake’s ass.  I looked into Jake’s face as he said, “Fuck my ass, Mark.  Shoot that load in my hole.”

I fucked his ass and loved it and wanted to get fucked just once.  I soon deposited my load in him and as I pulled out I looked at him and said, “Now fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.  I want you to fuck me while I suck Dan.”

Dan spoke up, saying, “Man this is turning into an awesome night.”

Moments later I was on my hands and knees with my ass lubed up, and Jake easing his cock into my hole as Dan slipped his cock into my mouth.

They both climaxed moments apart and I loved another load in my mouth as well as the one in my ass.  It hurt some but I still loved it.

Later we went to bed all in Jake’s queen bed, everyone nude. I woke up at some point and slipped under the sheet and first sucked Jake off, then while I was sucking Dan, Jake sucked me off.

By the time I returned home the next day I knew I would be sucking cock as often as possible.

For the next year, I spent lots of my spare time at a local park where cock sucking was frequent in the restroom, usually through the glory hole between two of the stalls.  Some days while I sucked cock other guys were fucking my ass while others watched.

I still watched dad jerk off as often as possible but now I would jerk my own cock off in the hall while watching, shoot my load into my hand, then eat my own load to get rid of the evidence. Besides, I was now hooked on eating as much cum as possible.

By the time I was eighteen, I was no longer being asked for ID. Everyone assumed I was twenty-one, even the cashier at the adult video store.  I was in my senior year of high school and as soon as classes let out I hopped into my car and went to the video store.  

Every pair of booths had a glory hole and cock sucking was common, even in the small theater that held twenty people.  I loved sucking cock there where the others would watch and get ready for me to suck them or jerk off and shoot on the floor.

It was approaching the end of my senior year, and I visited the video store on Wednesday afternoon after classes.  I went into one booth and squatted down and checked out the other booth.  I couldn’t see the man’s face, but the cock he was stroking was beautiful.

I watched a moment, then pressed my open mouth against the hole and began wiggling my tongue.  Almost instantly, the man slid his rock hard, precum covered cock through the hole and into my waiting mouth.

I began lovingly sucking the awesome long tool  and as I did, I could taste fresh precum oozing out onto my tongue. It was delicious and I wondered if his cum load tasted as sweet.

After several moments he pulled back and before I could react, he had his open mouth pressed against the hole.  Our tongues flicked around each other before I stood and fed him my hard leaking cock.

His mouth was like velvet and he had no problem at all taking all seven and a half inches down his throat and hold it there.  He soon got me off and after I felt him swallow my load, I pulled back and pressed my mouth to the hole.

In less than a second almost, he was feeding me his cock again, which I immediately began sucking, working it toward it’s climax.  After several moments, the head swelled and suddenly a huge, thick, creamy load of fresh cum filled my mouth and it was indeed, as sweet as his precum had been.

As he pulled back , he immediately slipped me a note that read, ‘I’ll be back here Friday at 4 p.m.  Same booth.  Hope to see you again then.’

I pulled a pen from my pocket and scribbled back, ‘I’d love that and will do my best to be here.’

I heard him exit his booth and before I could exit mine, to see what he looked like, he was gone, but I knew that I definitely wanted to suck him again.

After what seemed like an eternity, Friday arrived and I went straight to the video store arriving at just after four.  The horny, sex-after-work crowd hadn’t began to arrive and when I went into the back, the booth he had been in previously was occupied and my former booth was empty.

I went in and locked the door and immediately saw a note slip through the hole.  Taking it, I read, “You here for our meeting?”

I wrote back that I was and extracted my stiffening cock.  After slipping the note back to him, I stuck my cock through the hole.  Almost immediately, I felt his hot wet mouth close around it and start sucking it.  It felt unbelievably awesome and I didn’t want it to ever stop. 

However, after a few moments, it did stop and I felt a cool cream being applied to my cock.  Suspecting what was going to happen, I waited and seconds later, I felt the man position my rock hard cock against his hole and begin to back up, sliding my cock into his hot ass.

I heard the man moan softly and whisper, “Oh, fuck yea.  Fuck me.”

I began to slowly, but steadily, piston in and out of his hot ass, wishing and hoping that I could do it on a regular basis.  After a period of time, my climax began to draw near, and I began fucking him harder and faster as he said softly, ‘Oh yea. Shoot that load in me.”

Seconds later, my cock exploded, filling his ass with my hot load.  Immediately, I dropped to my knees and put myt open mouth to the hole and a second later his hard awesome cock was sliding into my mouth and down my throat as I buried my nose in his thick bush.

After bringing him to a massive climax, I devoured every drop of his cum as it fired off into my mouth.  Once he was drained, he pulled back and we both began making ourselves more presentable.

I wanted desperately to see what he was like and waited for the sound of him unlocking his door.  When I heard it, I unlocked mine and stepped out into the hallway and froze.

As he exited his booth, he froze also, our eyes locked on each others face.  For what seemed like an eternity, we both stood motionless.  I was looking into the face of my own dad.

After a second or so, I he said softly, “Oh, shit!” and stepped around me and left.

I stood motionless for several moments as I watched him leave, not believing I had sucked and fucked my own father.  Regardless of who it was, I knew now more than ever, I wanted it again and to have him fuck me.

I left and drive home, and when I arrived, dad was sitting in the den, holding a glass half full of bourbon.

Looking over at me as I entered the room, he slowly shook his head from side to side, and said, “Son, I am so fucking sorry. I didn’t want you to find out.”

“Dad, don’t be sorry. I fucking loved both out meetings and am hoping it can continue, but here in the intimacy of our own home.”

Mark, when did you get started?” he asked.

I filled him in on everything from Dan and I first jerking together then sucking and later fucking each other.  Then I asked, “What about you?”

He said that it was his junior year of high school when he and several buds went camping, got drunk and sucked and fucked each other.  He said he and one other classmate continued to have sex with both males and females.  Then, after my mom got pregnant with me, he stopped having sex with males.  Then after she left, he said the urge returned and he started seeing men again.

“All those nights you stayed with a sitter and thought I was out on a date, you were right, but my dates were with men, and not women. I hope you don‘t hate me.”

“Dad, I could never hate you, and I’m glad we have something else in common, but I have something to tell you, and I hope you won’t get mad at me.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Quite a while back, I heard noises from your room and went to see if you were okay.  The door was slightly ajar and I looked in and saw you jerking off.  I would watch you climax, then go to my room and jerk off.  Then after I started sucking and eating cum I would jerk off while watching you and shoot in my hand and eat my own.  I have to be honest and admit that I have wanted desperately to suck you off.  I just hope we can continue.”

“But, Mark, you are my son.  It’s not right.”

Dad, we are both of legal age.  Neither of us forced the other to have sex. What can possibly be wrong with a dad and son wanting to please each other?” 

“You really want us to continue with each other, don’t you?” he asked.

“Hell yes, I do, and I am hoping that we can start living nude. I love looking at your nude body.”

“Son, I’m not sure.  I have a lot of thinking to do.”

He left and went to his room and I went to mine and called Dan and told him what had happened.  He couldn’t believe it and said that he would love to join us at some point in the future if we started playing at home.

A while later, as I was doing some work for school, he came to my room and after knocking and opening the door,  said he was ordering pizza for dinner.  I said okay, and he left and closed the door.  

About forty-five minutes, later I heard the door bell, and knew that the pizza had been delivered.  A moment later dad called out for me to the kitchen to get my dinner.

I left my room and when I stepped into the kitchen, I froze.  There dad stood, taking two plates from the cabinet, totally and completely naked.

When he saw me stop and look him over, he said, “You said this is something you wanted.”

“Hell, yea!” I exclaimed as I began almost ripping my own clothes off.

Once I was totally nude also, I stepped up to him and as I hugged him I pressed my lips to his and after a shocked moment, he offered his tongue to me, which I eagerly accepted and offered mine.  

After a moment, he pulled back and said, “The pizza is getting cold.”

We parted, both our cocks hard, and after checking out each other in the light, we got our pizza and went to the den to eat.

As we did, he asked, “Are you going out tonight?”

“No fucking way.  I’m staying home with you,” I replied.

“Well, in that case, bring me a beer and grab one for yourself if you want it, but you only get one.”

We ate dinner and sipped our beers and afterward, he said, “Son, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, anything.” I replied.

“Well,” he began then paused before saying “how would you like to start sharing my bed with me at night?”

“Just tonight or every night?” I asked.

“Every night, if you want to, and then you can have your room to use if you have a guest over.”

“Dad, I would love that more than you know. At times I would like you to join in on a three way, if you want to.”

“I’d like that and now that I can have guest here at home, at times I definitely want you to join me and my guest.”

“Fucking awesome,” I said, stepping closer and kissing him again.  As we kissed, he reached down and grasped my hard cock.  Ironically, we both moaned simultaneously.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.

I wholeheartedly agreed and seconds later we were in dad’s, now our, bed making out like newly weds.  After several minutes I whispered in my dad’s ear, “Fuck me,  I want to feel you in me depositing your load.”

“What ever you want, you get,” he replied.  

Then, reaching into his night stand he pulled out a tube of lube and prepared his cock and my ass. Moments later, with me on my back and legs pulled up, dad began sliding his cock into my hole.  Looking at me, he smiled and said, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“How could you tell?” I asked.  

“First off, you took it too easy, and secondly, it was looser that the hole of a virgin.”

“Are you disappointed?” I asked.

“A little, but you telling me you wanted me to fuck you made up for it all. I love you son and my cock is yours any time and any way you want it.”

“Same with mine, dad.  Now, I want to feel you shoot up y ass.”

“Can I suck it out after I shoot it in you?”

“Oh hell yea.  You can even kiss me and share it if you want to.”

He soon filled my ass with a huge thick load and as he said, he buried his mouth on my ass and sucked  and licked up the cum as it drained out of me.  He fed me a small amount but devoured the remainder, telling me my cum was the best he had ever eaten.

All weekend we stayed nude and had sex every couple of hours.  Each night, I drifted off to sleep with dad spooned in behind me and his arms around me.

From then on, whenever we were home we were nude, ready for sex ‘at the drop of a hat’ as the phrase goes.  Then, one   Friday, dad called and said he had to work over a half hour or so but be ready to play  when he got home.

He was expected around six, but at quarter past five, there was a knock on the door.  I grabbed a pair of too small nylon gym shorts and after slipping them on, I answered the door.  There before me was Steve Dawson, a close friend of dads and also a state cop.  He was slightly younger than dad and hot as hell, working out often. His uniform fit him snugly, revealing his physique, including the bulge in his crotch.

“Hi, Mr. Dawson,” I said as I opened the door. “Dads not home yet.”

“Hey, Mark, and please call me Steve. How are you?” he asked, then added, “What time do you expect your dad?

“Probably around six,” I replied.

He asked if I minded if he waited for him and I said no. he made small talk and I noticed that he kept looking at my crotch, and I started getting an erection.  Even though I tried to fight it, it slowly continued to stiffen.

Then, as I offered him a soda and went to the kitchen, he followed.  My cock continued to stiffen as he followed me to the kitchen, and as I opened his soda, he smiled and said, “Looks like your getting a little excited.”  With that, he quickly reached up the leg of my shorts and grasped my cock, bringing it out of hiding.

“Very nice,” he said, then added, “Since you don’t have on anything but the shorts I assume you were nude.  Does your dad know you run around the house naked?”

By now, he had my cock and balls fully exposed and as he fondled it, precum began to slowly ooze out of the tip. Seeing it, he swiped o

His index finger across it and took the clear liquid to his mouth.  After licking it off he said, “Umm, very tasty.  I wonder what the whole sausage taste like?”

Here I was, a hot almost eighteen year old horny guy, with a state cop in uniform fondling my hard leaking cock, and saying he wondered how it taste.  

I noticed that the bulge in his pants was very defined and gave me a nice impression of what was being hidden.  I wanted to grasp it but he was still a state cop and in uniform.  He moved closer  and began to rub my chest then lean forward and gently lick and suck my nipples.  

Moments later, he began licking his way down my chest and stomach and as he did he dropped to his knees,  I couldn’t believe what this cop was up to but it was happening to me, and he was still in uniform.

Then, he looked up at me, smiled, and swallowed my cock, balls deep.  Then as he began to piston back and forth on my cock, I suddenly heard my dad say, What are you doing with my son?”

Steve pulled off and we both looked over at my dad who, unknown to me, had slipped in and stripped and was standing behind me totally naked and hard as stone.

“Clint, you were absolutely right when you said he was one hot stud.  I can’t wait to get his load.”

I looked at Steve then at my dad and said, “Dad, what the fuck is going on?”

“Son, the look on your face is priceless, but everything is cool.”

As dad stepped closer, Steve returned to sucking my cock. Once dad was next to me, Steve reached over and grasp dads cock with one hand while holding my cock with the other.

“Mark, Steve and I have been having sex for over a year, and this was all a setup to see what you would do, and to introduce you to my  favorite sex partner.”

All while dad was talking, Steve was sucking my cock while slowly stroking my dad.  After a moment, he stopped and said, “I need to get more comfortable.”

Steve stood and immediately began undressing as dad dropped and took over the sucking of my cock.  I watched intently as Steve’s awesome muscular body became exposed.  His muscled chest was covered in a coating of light brown hair, and  a paratrooper tattoo was on his upper left bicep.  

In no time at all, he was completely nude and his cock was indeed close to eight inches and thicker than most.  He stepped up to me and as dad continued sucking my cock, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine and offered his tongue.  

As we tongue kissed, I grasped his raging hard cock and as I did, he moaned softly. I knew I had to have that in my mouth and wanted to try it up my ass.

As a signal to dad, I gently tried to pull him up and he got the message and stood up and immediately began tongue kissing Steve.

As they kissed, I dropped and began sucking Steve first then dad, alternating back and forth between them. Even as thick and long as Steve’s cock was, I was able to swallow almost three-quarters of it , but I was determined that at some point I would have the entire thing in my mouth and throat.

I glanced up at one point and saw my dad watching me suck Steve’s cock and said “After I found out Mark loved cock, this is what I wanted to see.  My son sucking my lover.”

I immediately froze and looked up at dad.  As I stood, I said, “Your what?”

“Son, like I said earlier, Steve and I have been having sex for over a year, but have been lovers for four months. However when I found out you were into cock also, I decided to let you know and ask if you minded if Steve moved in with us.”

“I don’t mind at all, but if you are lovers, why were you out sucking strange cock at the video store?”

“Well, first off, we have an open relationship.  Living apart, we had an open relationship and if either of us found someone we wanted to have sex with we did it, but lots of times we had three ways at Steve’s apartment.  Then, the first time I sucked you, I had peeked through a tiny hole in the partition and seen it was you, and was excited as hell. That’s why I almost pleaded with you to meet me that second time, and if you hadn’t stepped out of your booth when you did, I was going to wait it out and be standing there when you walked out.”

“So all along, you knew it was me who you were sucking and fucking your ass through the hole?”

“Yep, and the only reason I got fucked through the hole was because I knew it was my son’s cock going in my ass.”

“Unbelievable,” I said.

“Son, now that everything is out in the open, I was wondering if you had any objections to Steve moving in with us.  At times, Steve and I will want to have sex, just the two of us.  Other time I want sex with just you and you alone.  And other times, I’m sure Steve will want one on one sex with you.  Does that sound agreeable with you?’

“Fuck yea,” I replied. “I’ll love having two hot dads to have sex with.”

“Well, since you agree, I plan on getting a oversize king bed to accommodate the three of us.  We can all sleep together and when we want one on one, the third can use the guest room for the night.”

“When will that start” I asked,

Well, this weekend I am off, and that’s why your dad set this all up for today. This weekend I’m off and it is strictly a sex weekend.  But, my lease is up in a month so I’ll be moving things over starting next weekend, and sleeping here as much as possible.”

“Mark,” dad began, “as far as the neighbors are concerned, Steve is going through a divorce and renting a room from us.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

I returned to sucking Steve’s cock , wanting desperately to see if his cum load was as large as his cock.  As I sucked him, he and dad kissed and I heard dad say softly, “I told you he would be all for it.”

I soon brought Steve to a roaring climax and his load was indeed huge and thick.  Like a starving man that had just been given a meal, I devoured his thick, creamy, huge load and milked every drop of cum out of him.  

Then as I turned and began sucking my dad, Steve began sucking me, and fuck did his mouth feel like velvet. Moments later, as dad fired his load into my mouth, I climaxed and fed mine to Steve. 

“Just as delicious as his dads,” Steve said.

Dad quickly spoke up and said, “Keep going and you will get another load.”

Steve quickly swallowed my cock again and as he sucked, dad and I kissed passionately. Moments later I fed Steve a second load.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” Steve said.  “Can you shoot two loads like that when you fuck?”

“Usually yea,” I replied.

“And it is awesome feeling,” Dad added.

The three of us had sex all weekend with me taking Steve in my ass and mouth, balls deep, by Sunday evening.

Steve came by often after his shift and we had sex, sometimes just Steve and I and at other time we had a hot three way.  Within the month, Steve was completely moved in.

I had planned to go off to college after high school, but with Steve joining our family, I decided  to stay and attend the local college.

Wanting more freedom, dad sold the house and, with Steve, bought a hundred acres of wooded property with a house and pool in the center. The brush was so thick in the woods that we could go nude outdoors and not worry about being seen.  It was so erotic having sex out under the stars or under the bright sunlight.  We live nude when home, and had sex on the spur of the moment.

I recently graduated college, and as a gift, my two dads took me to a gay nudist resort where sex was permitted everywhere except in the pool.  They loved watching me suck cock after cock and get gang banged on our patio.

While on patrol one evening, saw a semi in a rest area and the driver following another man into the woods.  He waited a few moments before following and when he got to where he could see the action, 

The man had his pants down and was bent over taking one trucker in his ass as the other fucked his mouth.

Walking up on them, Steve said he immediately recognized the man getting fucked in his ass and mouth as a fellow state trooper that had recently transferred from another district.  He ran the trucker off, without letting them get off, and told the new trooper that he would keep his secret, and to be more select in where he had sex. He never told the other trooper that he was into men also.

The three of us have been together now for five years and both Dad and Steve consider me not only as a son, but as their lover.  Now  we seldom have sex with others.  Occasionally, they invite gay friends over and we have an outdoor orgy, but we always play together.

Life is so perfect!

　

　

　

　

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Please consult with a health professional.

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THE ‘SUB’-CONTINENT OF THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF CHINA

Arnold heard the motor powering up, and felt the vehicle give a slight shudder before it moved with the traffic.  He could hear people moving around outside the vehicle.  He even heard someone bang into the side of the vehicle just as it moved on.

Even in his current predicament, Arnold could still appreciate the fact that having all the vehicles run on electricity is so much better on the environment than it was with fuel powered vehicles.

He knew he wasn’t the only one in the back of the vehicle, as he was sure he could hear others trying to move around, to try and make themselves more comfortable. ‘Ha’, he thought to himself, that was a laugh.  He figured that they’d be trussed up just the same as he was, while he couldn’t see any of the others because he was blindfolded, he’d just assumed that he was right.  He couldn’t lower his arms because his wrists were manacled, probably to the roof of the vehicle, or some kind of framework inside the vehicle.  While his feet were flat on the floor, he was unable to move them very much as they were manacled as well, and as his legs were stretched as wide apart as they could be, it really wasn’t a comfortable position to be in either.  He was unable to move his head very much either, as it felt as though there was something wrapped or tied around his head, which was probably tethered to the roof of the vehicle, or the frame, as well.

So, there he was, in the back of a vehicle spreadeagled and manacled in place.  He was wearing some kind of a blindfold and had something in his mouth that he also assumed was tethered, probably behind his head.  As he couldn’t spit it out.  He knew because he’d tried.  He was also beginning to be aware of the fact that he was naked, as he couldn’t feel anything on his body, and he could feel his cock and balls swinging freely every time they hit a bump or pothole in the road, or they turned a corner.

Arnold suddenly became embarrassed by the fact that he was stark naked in the back of the vehicle while there were obviously other people around as well, as he felt his face begin to flame.  The thought that the other people might be similarly trussed up as he was, wasn’t helping him at all as he could feel his cock slowly rising to the occasion.  Arnold tried desperately to think of something, anything, else to try and get his cock to deflate.  Which only made it that much worse as he could feel a slow drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra and feel it hanging off the tip of his stiffening cock for what felt like the longest time.  By the time Arnold could feel the second drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra, he knew from experience that the first drop of pre-cum would have stretched to its absolute maximum.  Before the surface tension gave way and the first drop of pre-cum would fall onto the floor of the van, or base of the framework.  The more Arnold tried to stop this from happening, by trying desperately to think of something else, the worse the situation became, and it wasn’t too long before Arnold could feel his cock bouncing around in front of himself to the movement of the vehicle.  And he could tell that now he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

Arnold was so caught up with trying to will his cock to deflate, that he no longer heard passers-by hitting the side of the vehicle occasionally, nor could he have told you if the vehicle was even moving.  Arnold decided that he’d try and distract himself by going over the ‘how’s and why’s’ of how he came to be in the predicament he now found himself in.

It all started so innocently, unbeknownst to most of the world, China had amassed a huge fortune and wanting to be a superpower in the Pacific Rim region, if not the world, they saw Australia as a big threat in that regard.  The Chinese government quietly went around and bought up all of Australia’s debts, and as Australia couldn’t afford to pay China back, China petitioned the U.N. for permission to ‘annexe’ Australia until such time as the country could repay the debt it owed.  To sweeten the deal, China proposed giving back to the Aborigines the top part of Australia from the 24-degree meridian line, to the coast of the top end of Australia, and gifted them one or two small islands, that the Aboriginals could prove their cultural significance to themselves.  The new ‘government’ claimed all the working mines for themselves, but in return, the Chinese gifted the Aborigines some other parcels of land that held a sacred site to them as well spread around the country that wasn’t a mine of some description.  To sweeten the deal, even more, the new Chinese-Australian government gave them complete autonomy within their own boundaries, which effectively broke the continent into two completely autonomous countries, which people ended up calling little Australia, and Chinese-Australia.  After much deliberation, the U.N. thought it was a working solution, particularly as the Chinese promised to return Australia to self-rule when they had recouped the money they were owned.  So, with minimum effort, Australia, or what was left of it, became annexed to China as Chinas’ ‘property’.  All the other super nations, England, America, Japan, South Korea, most of Europe, the Middle East, and Russia all pulled their business interests out of Australia and issued dire warnings to all of their citizens living in Australia, at the time, to leave the country as soon as possible.  Consequently, there was the largest mass exodus of people out of any country the world had ever witnessed since either of the World Wars.

To all intents and purposes, it appeared as though life in Australia would go on as usual.  That was before the Chinese invaded the country in droves, and China-Australia became a Police state, which still didn’t seem too bad.  It appeared as though life for the average Australian-Chinese continued as normal.  Sure, there were those in the community who protested about the Chinese ‘overlords’, but these protests and rallies were soon put down by a show of strength by the new government.  There were protests when all the Australian-Chinese citizens were ordered to be micro-chipped, for their own ‘protection’ the new government stated.  When the U.N. came and visited Australia on one of their fact-finding mission, they could find nothing wrong with the way the Chinese were treating the former Australian population.  As for the amount of the continent that the Chinese had gifted to the Aborigines, the U.N. was most impressed, and they could find nothing wrong with the proof that the new government required of those individuals who had so little Aboriginal blood in them, that their heritage was questionable at best.  In the end, the U.N. stopped visiting Australia and left the Chinese to get on with running the country.

That was why Arnold and everyone else in the vehicle they now shared, were in their current predicament.  All the prisons were emptied of all the inmates except for the most dangerous criminals, and they were told that they would never be released.  While the prisoners that were being released, were sent to work on farms as forced labour, they were even used to green the desert regions of the country.  Thereby opening up more of the country for the Chinese to settle in.

While Arnold wasn’t a prisoner originally, nor was he even an adult when the Chinese had ‘bought’ the country.  No, Arnold’s crime was being drunk in a public place, and that public place was a bar, during his own birthday celebrations.  That is how he found himself naked in the back of the vehicle, going ‘who knew where’, to ‘who knew what’, fate.

There was that accursed bang on the side of the vehicle again; it finally dawned on Arnold what that sound was.  He had been responsible for that exact sound when he was younger; it was the sound of people hitting the sides of the vehicles.  Everyone knew from the dun colour what the vehicles were used for ferrying around prisoners.  What the general population didn’t know was that the prisoners were not only ‘displayed’ like this, spread-eagled on frames, for their court hearings, but also trussed up like this for transporting as well.  Only, now, of course, Arnold knows the truth, and he desperately wishes he didn’t.  Arnold eventually felt the vehicle reversing and heard a series of loud bangs against the side of the vehicle.  Then there was total silence.  Obviously, they had arrived wherever they were going.  Arnold just hoped and prayed that it wasn’t where he thought they were going to.

Arnold was three when the Chinese ‘bought’ Australia, so he really didn’t know any different, he, like everyone else was taught Chinese in school, even though the official language of Australia was still listed as English.  But, as often happens in these situations, the mother tongue, in this case, Chinese, of the Overlords, gradually replaced the ‘native’ tongue of the country they had invaded.  So, English was gradually phased out until most of the population spoke only Chinese in public.  English was still spoken in the home, unless they had visitors of course, as everyone was ‘encouraged’ to inform the authorities of any breaches of language.

Arnold was used to seeing rickshaws all over Melbourne now, the only difference to the rickshaws in Melbourne, compared to the ones in Asia, is the addition of a single seat between the shafts that the ‘prisoners’ used to pull the rickshaw.  This extra seat was for the owner/driver of the rickshaw, and the rickshaws were now pulled by two people instead of the traditional single person, and all the people pulling the rickshaw were Australian-Chinese males ‘prisoners’, and depending on the owner/driver they were clad in varying versions of their official outfit.  China retained its ‘prudishness’ that the country has been known for since time immemorial. Consequently, all male ‘prisoners’ wore a loincloth and leather soled sandals at all times.  However, it was up to the individual owner/driver what version of the loincloth their particular ‘prisoners’ wore.  The loincloths all consisted of a leather thong that went around the ‘prisoners’ waist, and it was up to the owner/driver as to just how low slung the piece of thong was, but seemingly they all thought pretty much the same, as the leather thong hung very low on the ‘prisoners’ abdomen.  So low, in fact, that it was probably only the ‘prisoners’ cock and balls holding the leather thong up, and as the loincloths were slung so low, naturally all the ‘prisoners’ pubic bush was shaved completely.

Along with all their other body hair, except for the hair on their head which was now a buzz-cut of course.  At the top of the material that made up the loincloth was a heading that the leather thong was threaded through, but again the actual width of that piece of cloth was up to the owner/driver’s discretion.  The strip of cloth was used to cover the ‘prisoners’ genitalia, again to varying degrees.  The cloth was then twisted, after first having formed a pouch for the ‘prisoners’ genitals, and then the wad of cloth was passed back between the ‘prisoners’ legs and pulled up tight between the ‘prisoners’ arse cheeks.  So, depending on the individual owner/driver, the material could be pulled so tight that it disappears into the ‘prisoners’ arse crack completely.  Or not, and run along the outside of the ‘prisoners’ arse cleft.  The cloth was then threaded up the back of, and over the top of the leather thong at the back of the ‘prisoner’.  Again, it was up to the individual owner/driver if they had some material hang loosely over the front of the loincloth, or over down the back, depended really on how prudish the owner/driver really was.  It was then up to the individual owner/driver if he added other parts, like a leather harness made of thin strips of leather, to the look of his ‘prisoners’ outfit or not.  Some owner/drivers even added some kind of headdress as well, which could include blinkers so that the ‘prisoners’ could not see out to the sides.  Some ‘owner/drivers’ even preferred to have their ‘prisoners’ blindfolded all together, particularly if their ‘prisoner’ tended to be unruly and hard to manage.

It was the same for the owner/drivers of the palanquins as well, their ‘prisoner’ bearers were mainly clad in loincloths and leather sandals as the rickshaw bearers were, and like the rickshaws, the palanquins had the addition of a seat at the front where the owner/driver sat.  But unlike the rickshaw bearers, the bearers of the palanquins all wore an additional leather harness, again made of very narrow strips of leather, much the same as horses wear.  This enabled the owner/drivers to control the bearers with reins that are attached to the front bearers, in the same way, horses are controlled by the driver of the horse-drawn vehicles.  All ‘prisoners’ wore a metal collar around their neck; the Chinese argued that it reminded the ‘prisoners’ that they were in fact ‘prisoners’.  The Chinese-Australian government informed the UN that the collars would be removed when the ‘prisoner’ had served their sentence.

Along every street and road in and around Melbourne, there were now designated bays for rickshaw and palanquins to ‘park’.  In these areas there are rings set into the asphalt of the road, or the concrete of the footpath, depending on the area.  All the ‘prisoners’ are fitted with either a Guiche or a Prince Albert piercing so that they can be ‘tethered’ to the rings set into the asphalt or concrete, so they can’t run away while they are not being tended too.  There was a hue an outcry about this because the only way to access the piercing on the ‘prisoner’ was to undo the ‘prisoners’ loincloth, which exposed the bare buttocks of the ‘prisoner’ to all and sundry.  The U.N. was petitioned about this, as it seemed to be cruel and unusual punishment, not to mention the offensive sight of the naked male buttocks being on display for all to see.  The U.N. talked to the Chinese officials, who stated that it was the most cost-effective way of providing someplace to ensure that the ‘prisoners’ were kept secured while they were not working out in public.  Without having cages, which the Chinese argued would be more inhumane than the tethers.  The fact that the ‘prisoners’ buttocks were on display, the U.N. dismissed out of hand. The U.N. agreed with the Chinese officials that everyone did, in actual fact, have a buttocks, and therefore everyone knew what a buttocks looked like.  So, the protest was dismissed.

Arnold was brought back to the reality of his particular situation when he heard, what he thought was the doors at the back of the vehicles being opened, and he could hear people moving around inside the vehicle.  Which added weight to the idea that the doors had in fact been opened, and they’d arrived at their destination.  Arnold discovered that he was, in fact, tethered inside a frame and that the frame was set on wheels.  He knew this because he could feel himself being turned around and manoeuvred out of the vehicle.  Arnold had in fact seen the exact type of frame he was trussed up in.  In the past decade, the Chinese decided that the general public was cowed enough that it could watch the court proceedings from the public gallery, to prove to the general populace just how fair and just the Chinese system really is.  Naturally, there was a wire barrier so that any of the misguided public who might want to, could not interfere in the running of the court.  Arnold and his mates had spent hours up in the public gallery watching the poor stiffs being sentenced when they were old enough to attend.  Arnold and his mates got a great kick out of watching the poor stiffs being wheeled, naked and manacled spread-eagled inside the metal frame on wheels, into court to face the Judge.  The fact that all the ‘prisoners’ had raging hard-ons was not lost on Arnold and his mates, and they only ridiculed the ‘prisoners’ all the more because of it.  But now that he was a ‘prisoner’, Arnold didn’t think it was quite so funny, nor did he think it was fair that he had to attend court in this state, just because he’d had a bit too much to drink.

Arnold could feel himself being wheeled out of the vehicle, as he could suddenly feel the sun and a breeze on his naked body, as he was rolled down some kind of ramp on the back of the vehicle.  His frame was rolled over some rough ground as Arnold could feel his frame shuddering.  Then he was rolled up another ramp and had obviously entered a building, as the light suddenly went out and the air became ice cold on his skin, which Arnold rightly guessed was a courthouse.  Arnold obviously was put in some kind of holding area as his frame stopped moving and he heard the people who had moved him there walking away and heard someone else being wheeled into place near him.  So, now Arnold had nothing else to do but wait.

Arnold heard the waiting area fill up, and then very slowly empty out again until finally, it was his turn.  He felt his frame being turned around and he began moving again.  Arnold heard some doors opening, and Arnold assumed that he must be being wheeled into court as he could hear the sound of a lot of voices.  Arnold was glad he couldn’t see because he’d have been mortified if he’d recognised anyone in the courtroom.  Arnold heard a gravel hit the sound block a couple of times, and then heard the Judge calling for silence before they hit the sound block again with the gravel.  Arnold’s charge of being intoxicated in a public place was read out to the court, and the Judge passed sentence, in the form of a fine for $2,500.00.  Arnold felt his whole body go weak, so much so that he was glad the frame was holding him up, as he knew he had more than enough money in the bank to cover his fine.  Arnold felt himself being wheeled out of the courtroom and down a long passage and into some kind of room.

Arnold felt his restraints being loosened, but before they were removed completely, his blindfold was removed and he could see that in fact, he was in a large room.  There were a lot of guards present, and they were all carrying side arms and Tasers on long poles.  One of the guards stood up on the bar that made up the base of Arnold’s frame so that he could look Arnold in the eye.  He told Arnold that they were going to release him from his bonds, but he warned Arnold that if he played up in any way, then not only the guard talking to him but all the guards around the room would Taser his naked butt.  The guard asked Arnold if he understood, and Arnold nodded that he did.  The guard removed the gag from out of Arnold’s mouth, and Arnold worked his jaw to get some of the stiffness out of it.  Then when all of Arnold’s bonds were released, and he was sure he wasn’t going to fall flat on his face, Arnold stepped gingerly out of the frame.  The guard pointed to a table with a ‘prisoner’ sitting behind it, and the guard told him that the ‘prisoner’ would process him.  Arnold thanked him and walked over to the guy sitting behind the table.

“Name.”

“Um, I’m Arnold Franklin”

The guy entered some information into the computer terminal on his desk.  He stood up, and that was when Arnold realised that he was completely naked too, just like he was.  The guy ignored the querying look Arnold shot at him, as he ran the microchip over Arnold’s shoulder.  When the reader beeped, the guy sat back down and entered the number into the computer terminal.

“Um, excuse me,” Arnold began, “if I could just have my clothes back,”

With that, all the guards broke into ruckus laughter.  Arnold shot them a filthy look before turned back to the guy sitting at the desk.

“As I was saying,” Arnold continued, “If I could just have my clothes back, I can use my credit card to pay my fine,” again Arnold was interrupted by the laughter from the guards.

When the laughter died down again, the guy pulled some paperwork out of his drawer and indicated where Arnold was to sign after first giving him a pen.  The pen was very hard to write with as the body of the pen was all floppy like it had its skeleton removed or something.

When he’d finished signing all the paperwork he again asked if he could have his clothes back.  “Look,” said the guy behind the desk somewhat testily, after the laughter had died down again, “don’t you get it.  All your property now belongs to the state…”

“What the fuck,” Arnold exclaimed.

The guy looked back up at him, he riffled through all the paperwork that Arnold had just signed and finding the bit of paperwork he was looking for he put it on the desk in front of Arnold.  “This paperwork you just signed states that you have just ‘gifted’ all your property to the Chinese government to help the former Australian government to repay the monies it owes to China…”

“What the fuck,” Arnold said now with a bit of venom in his voice.

The guy sitting behind the desk leaned forward and very quietly warned Arnold to keep it under control, or the guards would Taser his arse without a moment’s hesitation.  Arnold threw a quick glance around the room and noticed that the guards were, in fact, watching him very intently.

“What you’ve done, here today,” the guy spoke louder to Arnold, “is agreed to help the former Australian government to repay its debt to the Chinese government. Consequently, all your possessions will be sold, and all the monies will go to the government.  All your bank accounts have already been put in the government’s bank accounts…”

“So, you’re telling me that I’m going to be a ‘prisoner’ for life?”

“No, not at all,” the guy behind the desk said with a depreciative laugh, “you will only be a ‘prisoner’ until you have paid off your $2,500.00 debt.”

“And how am I supposed to do that, pray tell?”  Arnold shot back sarcastically.

“Well, as a ‘prisoner’ you can earn $10.00 a week.”

“Oh,” Arnold replied, “that’s not so bad,” and after thinking about it for a bit he told the guy behind the desk “then I could pay the debt off in four years and nine months?”

To which the guards broke into laughter again.

Arnold shot them another dirty look and turned back to the guy behind the desk with a puzzled expression on his face.

The guy looked up at him, “you will be sent out to work…”

“What like the guys you see running around in their loincloths?” Arnold asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the guy behind the desk replied, “but because there are cost involves in maintaining a ‘prisoner’.  You will be expected to repay the debt to your ‘owner’ to the tune of $40.00 per week…”

“But, wait a minute,” Arnold broke in again, “I’d never be able to repay that debt…”

“That’s right,” the guy behind the desk agreed, “all those guys out there you see in loincloths are in actual fact nothing but slaves.  There are no ‘prisoners’ running around out there.  Welcome to the ‘New World’ order,” he finished with a resigned smile on his face.

It took a minute for that to sink in, and when Arnold realised what all the implications were going to be.  He pivoted on the balls of his feet and made to run out the door.  But the guards, being used to this, were all ready and they hit him with their Tasers all at once, before Arnold even took two steps and he collapsed in a pile on the ground.  And even though he’d passed out from the pain, his body kept twitching from all the electricity that was coursing through it.

Arnold eventually came too, and once again he could feel himself, manacled, spreadeagled in what he assumed was the frame once again.  His nerve endings still tingled and burned, from having all that electricity pumped into his body.  Slowly his eyesight focused, and as he raised his head, he saw the fattest Chinese man he had ever seen in his life.  The man was so fat that Arnold could not see the man’s eyes in his face, so Arnold could only assume that he was Chinese.  The man was so fat that Arnold could not tell if the man had a neck or not, his head looked like it was just resting on the man’s shoulders.  The man’s chest was so fat, that it looked as though the guy should have been wearing a bra.  The man’s stomach was so fat that it almost hung halfway down his thighs.  The rolls of fat at the man’s side were so large that his arms could not hang normally by his side but almost stood straight out from his shoulders.  Arnold assumed that the man probably hadn’t seen his own cock in years, in fact, Arnold was almost tempted to see if there was a piece of string hanging between the guy’s legs.  As Arnold was sure, the guy must have the string tied around the head of his cock so he could pull it out too pee.  The guy’s legs were so fat that his thighs hung over the tops of his knees.  Arnold thought the guy had to weigh a full metric tonne and wondered how he had the energy to stand up, let alone move about.  The guy was so grotesquely obese Arnold just wanted to throw up just from having to look at him.

While Arnold was marvelling at the sight of the man mountain in front of him, he failed to notice the whip in the man’s hand.  That is until he saw the man flick his arm with more speed than someone that fat had a right to be able to move with.  Arnold heard the crack of the whip nanoseconds before he felt pain erupting in his chest, followed quite closely by a burning sensation in his chest.  In fact, his chest felt like it was burning so much that Arnold looked down fully expecting to see flames coming out of his chest, but all he saw was the dirty great welt left by the whip.  Before he heard the scream being ripped from his lungs, Arnold looked back at the man just in time to see him seemingly, languidly, raise his fat arm, and again, amazingly to Arnold, he heard the whip crack, as it cut the air around it, and reach its zenith point.  Nanoseconds later, Arnold felt pain erupt in his chest again as it seems as though his chest was set on fire.  Arnold tried to watch the fat Chinese man as he seemed to wield the whip so effortlessly, that he seemed to hardly move.

Consequently, the only way Arnold knew that the grotesquely obese Chinese man had moved was when he felt his back erupting in pain, and the fire that seemed to consume his chest was now joined by another fire that seemingly wanted to consume his back as well.  But Arnold almost didn’t care as all it seems he could do was find the breath to scream

Arnold had no idea how long the grotesquely obese Chinese man whipped him for.  Nor did he realise when the whipping had stopped, and he had been released from his bonds and dumped unceremoniously over some kind of railing.  Arnold was vaguely aware of something heavy being laid over his back, the contact of which on his tender whipped flesh, caused Arnold to enter a whole other world of pain.  Arnold, hadn’t realised it but, he’d been praying that it would all just stop, and just when he thought he couldn’t feel worse than he did right now.  He felt someone pull his arse cheeks apart roughly, and some kind of blunt instrument probing for the opening of his anus.  Then, without any preamble, after it found the tight puckered hole of his anus, the blunt instrument began to put pressure in Arnold’s sphincter.  And while Arnold tried valiantly to prevent the invasion of his anus, he was totally unaware of the amount of weight that was behind the blunt instrument, if he had then Arnold would have realised that he had no hope of keeping it out of his very tight virgin arse hole.  In one fell swoop, the grotesquely obese Chinese forced his cock into Arnold’s incredibly tight, virgin arse hole.  Once again, Arnold screamed in pain as it felt as though his arse had been ripped open, and the pain from his sphincter added to the pain from Arnold’s torso, and Arnold sunk into a new world of pain.

Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese man’s cock sliding in and out of his virgin arse hole.  Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese man shoot his load of hot ropey cum up his hitherto virgin arse hole.  Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese slump onto him as the man’s knees went weak after he shot his load up Arnold’s arse.  Arnold wasn’t even aware that he could barely breathe with the full weight of the grotesquely obese Chinese on his pelvic region.  Arnold had almost passed out from lack of oxygen and the world of pain he was in, so he was in no state to even thank the obese fuckin’ Chinese for finally catching his breath and climbing off Arnold.  No, the only way Arnold knew that the Chinese man was finished was when he felt the man mountain pull him off the rail like he was some kinda rag doll he found lying around.  The fat Chinese man threw Arnold over some kinda table, but Arnold was vaguely aware of the odd, strange thought that he hadn’t done a good job, the stray thought ran around the inside of Arnolds’ endorphin-soaked brain, as he was aware that his head hung off the edge of the table.  Arnold felt something incredibly hot and sweaty, not to mention incredibly heavy being dropped on his back.  Which again made it incredibly hard to breathe, so much so, that Arnold had to open his mouth as wide as possible and he lay there panting as if his life depended on it.  Which it did incidentally.  Arnold vaguely felt a couple of fingers find his open mouth, only to be replaced by a flaccid blunt object that was being forced into his mouth.

The smell of Arnold’s shit on the Chinese man’s cock worked almost like smelling salts on Arnold, and he came too enough to try and spit the shit smeared cock out of his mouth.  But the grotesquely obese Chinese man was having none of that, and as he had the bulk of his fat on his side.  The fat Chinese man uttered the only work Arnold had ever heard him utter in all the time they’d been together when he could feel the man’s cock crammed into his very unwilling mouth.  “Suck”, and Arnold realising he had no other choice, sucked his first ever cock, but Arnold felt nothing but relief when the fat Chinese man finally pulled his mountains of fat off Arnold’s back and waddled out of the room.  Leaving a very naked, and spent, Arnold to finally allow the waves of darkness wash over him, and Arnold passed out.  This was Arnold’s introduction to life as a ‘prisoner/slave’.

Arnold was very rudely woken by someone throwing a bucket of ice-cold water over him.  Arnold woke with a jolt and rolled over onto his side as he coughed and hacked the water out of his mouth and throat.  Someone reached down and grabbed Arnold roughly by the hair, and without waiting for Arnold to compose himself, or even to get his legs underneath him, they began dragging Arnold from the room.  By the time they got to the door, mercifully Arnold had somehow managed to get his legs underneath himself, and he half stumbled, and half ran after the person who, so it felt to Arnold, was trying to rip his hair out by the roots.  As the person who was dragging Arnold along hadn’t made any allowances for Arnold to be now on his feet, Arnold had to stumble along behind them while being almost doubled over at the waist.  The floor was concrete, so by the time they reached their destination, Arnold’s feet were ice cold.  The only way Arnold had of knowing when they had reached their destination, was by his tormentor throwing him through a doorway. Consequently, Arnold fell sprawling on the floor.

Arnold could feel intense heat coming from somewhere in the room, as well as being able to hear someone pounding on metal.  As Arnold groggily got to his feet, he was met with the sight of a working forge, with a lot of other slaves wearing a wooden collar, and just as Arnold’s mind was able to make sense of the scene in front of his.  He was aware of something dropping past his face and could feel a very tight wooden collar fitted around his neck.  Arnold watched in horror as one of the other slaves had a metal band fitted around their neck and the blacksmith hammering in the rivets that cinched the collar closed, while the slave screamed.  Arnold watched as the other slaves were fitted with their collars one by one until it was his turn.

The wooden collars, so the Chinese-Australian government explained to the U.N., and to the population at large I might add, were there to absorb the heat that was emanating from the heated metal so that the ‘prisoner’ felt no pain.  The reality was, as Arnold soon found out, that the wooden collar absorbed precious little of the heat from the metal collar, and by the time the rivets were hammered closed the slaves had passed out from the heat.  So, now it felt to Arnold that his neck and head were on fire, literally, and Arnold passed out again, like most of the other slaves.  Once again Arnold was brought around by someone throwing a bucket of cold water over him, and again before he even had a chance to get his feet under him.  He was dragged from the room by his hair and led down the corridor and deposited into yet another room.

“Get up!” Was the two-word command that Arnold was given, and because he did not react fast enough, once again he was grabbed by the hair and the person who had barked to order at him.  Bodily lifted Arnold off the floor by his hair, with Arnold once again scrambling to get his feet under him to try and relieve some of the pressure off his poor aching head.  Which Arnold managed to do, just as his new tormentor flung him onto an ice-cold metal table.  “Get up there,” was the next command issued to Arnold, followed quite quickly with a jolt of electricity from a Taser.  Arnold yelped, and practically leapt up onto the table, if for no other reason than to get away from the Taser.

“Lay down,” was his next command, and without thinking about it, Arnold moved instantly to comply.  “On your back!  You fuckin’ useless slave,” his new tormentor said, which was quickly followed up by another jolt from the Taser.

Consequently, Arnold threw himself over so that he was on his back, Arnold had decided instantly that he’d do anything just to stay away from that Taser his new tormentor was so happy to use for any reason.

“Legs up here,” the guy growled at Arnold, and Arnold looked down in time to see his new tormentor indicate some leg stirrups that Arnold had had no time to notice.  As quickly as he could, Arnold lifted both legs at the same time and rested them in their respective stirrups which left Arnold’s genitals and anus very exposed, but Arnold surmised that that was the reason that they’d been used for.

Arnold heard a piece of metal being slapped down onto the trolley he was laying on, and as he thought he could hear some rattling, he assumed it must be a tray or a container of some description.  When Arnold heard his new tormentor put on a pair of gloves, Arnold started to get a sick feeling in his stomach.  “Hold,” was Arnold’s next command as his tormentor grabbed Arnold’s genitals and laid them back onto Arnold’s stomach.  Arnold then heard a high-pitched whining sound just before he felt something sharpish being rubbed over his perineum.  By the time Arnold worked out that it must be a pair of clippers shaving him, they were shut off.  Arnold next felt something cold, wet, and hairy being dragged across his perineum.  Arnold couldn’t suppress his sharp intake of breath when he felt the unmistakable feeling of cold, sharp steel being dragged across his perineum.  All Arnold could do was pray that the guy was good at what he was doing, as he really didn’t want to bleed to death.  Not trussed up like this.  How could he explain it to his family, his friends?  It was at that moment that Arnold realised that he would probably never see his friends or family ever again, not that he’d want to see them trussed up like this.

Arnold almost jumped when he felt something grab the skin of his perineum and pull on it a bit, followed quite quickly with a sharp sting like he’d just been given an injection.  Arnold realised that it couldn’t be a needle as he could feel something dull being forced through the skin.  Whatever it was, Arnold felt being pulled out, only to be replaced very shortly by something else equally dull being pushed back through the hole.  Which, Arnold could only assume was a metal object being pushed through the hole now, and the audible click that Arnold just heard confirmed his suspicion.

Having finished with Arnold’s perineum, Arnold’s tormentor got Arnold to grab his scrotum by roughly where the base of it would be, and pull the skin tight.  At first, Arnold had to hold it almost straight up, while his tormentor got the clippers and shaved the side of Arnold’s scrotum facing him.  When he was finished that side, he had Arnold hold his scrotum tight down between his legs, so that his tormentor could shave the other side.  When his tormentor had finished shaving Arnold’s nut sack, he set to shaving the rest of him, so First Arnold’s treasure trail vanished followed quite quickly by Arnold’s pubic bush.  When Arnold’s tormentor couldn’t find a single pubic hair left on Arnold anywhere.  He had Arnold rollover and get up on all fours so that he could shave Arnold’s arse, crack and hole, continuing down both of Arnold’s legs and even the tops of Arnold’s feet.  Arnold had never felt so exposed in his life.

Arnold’s tormentor told Arnold to stand up, and the rest of Arnold’s body hair disappeared under his tormentor’s razer.  To finish him off, Arnold’s tormentor had him kneel on the cold concrete floor while he ran the clippers over Arnold’s head, effectively giving him a very close crew cut.  When he felt the last of his hair disappear from the top of his head, Arnold thought that finally, his ordeal with this tormentor was over, but he’d guessed wrong.  Once again his tormentor ordered Arnold to lay on his back on the metal table, and when he was in position Arnold felt his arms legs and torso being strapped to the table.  Until Arnold realised that he could barely move.  Arnold felt his tormentor grab hold of his cock and insert something down his piss slit, but while Arnold was concerned what was going on, he still wasn’t prepared for the searing pain that erupted in his cock.  Arnold couldn’t help himself from swearing out loud, which got his face slapped by his tormentor.  Arnold could feel his tormentor pushing and prodding at his cock, then suddenly it seemed to be all over as his tormentor was releasing the straps that were tying him to the table.  A very relieved Arnold climbed down off the table that was until he looked down at his cock and saw something hanging out of his piss slit.  Arnold was just about to remonstrate with his tormentor when he suddenly remembered the face slapping he got the last time he opened his mouth.

He went to look up at his tormentor, but he’d already gone, so Arnold grabbed hold of his cock and had a good look at what his tormentor had actually inserted in his cock.  Arnold went to get up on the side of the table when he suddenly was reminded that something had been inserted in his perineum, but seeing the slaves tethered in the street he kind of knew what he was going to find.  Sure enough, he found a ring inserted into his perineum.  Arnold wasn’t sure if it was the loss of his freedom, his body hair, or the fact that now he had two piercings which tipped him over the edge, but he started to cry, and that was how the guards found him.  Standing by the table balling his eyes out.

The first thing Arnold felt when the guard found him was the growing familiar feeling of the jolt from one of their Tasers.  Arnold heard the zap of electricity nanoseconds before his legs gave out and he ended up on the floor.  When the electricity stopped scrambling his nervous system, Arnold wiped his arm across his face and shakily got to his feet.  For the moment Arnold forgot he’d just been pierced, that was until his cock left the floor and he felt the full weight of the jewellery pulling down to the ground, which made his cock feel as though it had just put on about twenty kilos.  Arnold made to cradle his cock that was before he saw the Taser in the guard’s hand heading towards him.  Arnold dropped his arms by his side again instantly.  The guards grabbed him roughly by the arms and pushed him out of the room.

Arnold stumbled along the corridor in front of his guards as he was trying to minimise the contact his legs had with his naked pierced cock, and without realising it, Arnold adopted the bowlegged walk that all the new slaves adopted.  All of which was accompanied by the giggles of the two guards walking behind Arnold.

When Arnold had reached the right doorway, he was told to stop and enter the room.  The room looked like it was a gym of some description.  As he stood and waited for his next instruction from his guards, Arnold noticed that there was nothing by treadmills and rowing machines in it with slaves using almost every one of them.  The guards left Arnold standing just inside the door until he was noticed by the only slave who wasn’t using one of the apparatus.  He indicated one of the free treadmills to Arnold and told him to jump on.  When the slave didn’t turn the machine on Arnold looked at him questioningly, “Just walk” was all the slave said to Arnold.  So, he began to walk, and slowly the panel on the treadmill began to light up.  “This is how they condition us to be able to walk or run all day without tiring too much.  It will increase your endurance so that you will be able to work all day.  While you are on any of these machines you will be generating electricity; you have to pay for your upkeep somehow while you are here, as well as working on your physical conditioning.  Now, because you have just been pierced, you will not be connected to the machine.” Arnold looked at the nearest other slaves and noticed that they had a wire that connected them to the machines they were on by their piercing.  “If you stop or fall below a required distance or speed, then all the electricity you have generated is sent back to you via the wire connected to your piercing.  That way they can ensure that you reach your quota.  Any questions? No. Good then get to it slave.”

With that, he slapped Arnold hard on the arse, which made him jump and Arnold started to walk on the treadmill, making it light up.  Arnold wasn’t connected to the treadmill, and he assumed that it was probably because his piercing was so new.  After being tied up in one position for so long, it felt good to be able to move, even if it was only on the spot on a treadmill, but he soon found that it made his cock ache with the weight of the barbell in his Prince Albert.  But Arnold thought better of complaining, particularly as he could see that all the guys near him all had Prince Albert piercings, so naturally, he assumed that they all had them.  As he couldn’t hear any of them complaining.  As he watched Arnold noticed that the other treadmills were raising up and down, which he assumed that it would mimic running up and down hills.

Arnold didn’t want to, but all he had to stare at was the guy’s butt in front of him, as the other guy ran on his treadmill, not that Arnold was gay, or anything, I mean he has checked out other guys crotches and arses, who hasn’t.  But it just felt wrong to Arnold, when the guy in front of him is buck naked, but Arnold reasoned with himself that he really had no choice other than to look at his arse.  Arnold had to admit that he was fascinated watching the sweat pouring down his back and disappearing into the guy’s arse crack, and watched it flowing down the guy’s legs.  Arnold found it very mesmerising, particularly as there was nothing else to look at.

Suddenly Arnold heard what sounded like a lightning strike somewhere in the room, and as he cautiously looked around the room, he saw a guy laying on his treadmill and rolling slowly on the spot as his treadmill slowed down and eventually stopped altogether.  “Don’t look,” someone hissed at him from behind, “they’ll punish anyone who tries to interfere or looks on.”  With that advice ringing in his ears, Arnold just snapped his eyes back to the front of the room just when the guards entered the room, and he went back to watching the sweat running down the guy in front of him.

By the time the guards came and told Arnold that he could stop running now, he was fucked, if he didn’t have the bar in front of him to hold onto, Arnold would have collapsed a long time ago.  He was taken into another room with rows and rows of bunk beds that were three high and was assigned a bunk.  He was taken through to another room and left in the care of another slave.  The slave asked Arnold how he was going, and Arnold admitted that he was pretty shell-shocked.  The slave laughed at him and told him to join the club, Arnold asked him why he was here, what was his ‘crime’?  “My crime, mate, like everyone else here, is that I’m an Australian and the Chinese want to prove their ‘mastery’ in the Pacific Rim Region.  And we were the only nation that could stand in their way.  That’s why anyone of us are here.”

The other slave fell into silence, so Arnold didn’t pester him with any other questions.  Arnold was just about to sit on the floor, as there was nowhere else to sit when a gong rang, and Arnold followed all the other slaves as they filed through another doorway.  It was a kitchen of some sorts, and Arnold joined the queue of all the rest as they were given a bowl of mush.  Arnold was just about to ask if that was all he was going to get when he noticed the guards standing behind the slaves dishing out the ‘muck’ to all the slaves, and thought better of it.  As there were no tables and chairs, Arnold found himself a spot on the ground and hunkered down, just like everyone else.  That was until the jewellery in his Prince Albert hit the floor and was pushed up into the new piercing in his cock, which made Arnold jump, and those slaves around him to laugh.  This time Arnold lowered himself down gently, and reached down and moved the jewellery so that it didn’t hit the floor and push up into his piercing.  Arnold vowed that if he ever got out of here, he’d never drink in public again.

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Bastian

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Chapter 1 – Chris is born again above all else

If you asked Chris about himself, the first thing he would tell you was “I am a born again Christian man.” Chris was 24 years old, married since age 18 to his wife Tina, a carpenter, a life long resident of Memphis, and huge into cross fit, but first and foremost, he was a born again Christian man. He and his wife had been members of Victory Free Will Baptist Church in Memphis ever since they turned 18 and were married. They were Bible believing through and through. Victory was a small church, with only a 100 members or so. All young couples like Chris and his wife.They didn’t have a member over age 27. It was an all white church as well.They adhered to every word of the Bible and the way they read the Bible, churches were to be separate. White folks were not to attend the same church as other races, those members of the Tribe of Ham.

Their church pastor was Brother Tom. Brother Tom was 25 years old and married like everyone there was. There were no adulterers or fornicators at Victory Free Will. Their wives dress modestly, just like the Bible dictates. They didn’t wear lots of makeup or show lots of skin.Chris liked to say that him and his brothers at church were “In the world, not of the world.”The Bible says your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, and that is how they all treated their bodies.They didn’t smoke, they didn’t drink and all the men at Victory kept their bodies lean, strong and fit. They had a swim team, they did cross fit, and many did triathlons.They did not engage in the sin’s of gluttony or laziness.They kept their bodies lean and ripped as temples of the Holy Spirit.

Chapter 2 – The Mission Trip

While their church was all white, as per the Bible, they did raise the money to go on a missionary trip to DR Congo. Brother Tom took Brother Jake and Brother Will to the heart of the Congo to bring the good news of scripture to those godless peoples. They were gone for weeks, and no one at the church heard from them for a month. We had daily prayer meetings where all the men of the church prayed for their safe return.Finally, praise the Lord, we heard from them.They were flying out of Kinshasa that day, and would be back in Memphis tomorrow evening. They asked if I could pick them up at the airport and I told them I would be happy too and was exited to hear about how many souls they brought to Jesus.

That next evening I picked them up from Memphis International Airport, prayed with them thanking Jesus for their safe return, and asked them all about the trip. They told me they were sorry they were out of contact so long, but they were in a very remote village with no contact with the outside world. I asked them if they were able to get many people there to renounce their idolatry and accept Jesus as their savior. Brother Tom was so excited, saying “Brother Chris, it’s been a miraculous experience.So miraculous that we are flying some of the men of that village here to Memphis to share their story with our brothers at Victory Free Will.” I was so excited hearing this and I called out “God is Great!” right then in there, right as we were driving down the road.Excited, I asked him “When will they be here?”Brother Tom said “The master will be here in a week.I have many preparations to make with Brothers Jake and Will before he gets here with his men.” I thought it a little odd that he called him “the master” but I figured he must be a village chief or something.

Chapter 3 – Preparations

Despite just having taken such a long flight, Brother’s Tom, Jake, and Will got started that evening. They said that since these men were not members, they were going to setup a second sanctuary in the our church’s large stone basement.I asked if they needed my help, but they absolutely refused it saying that they would let me know when they needed me again. I left them to it.

The next day there was several big deliveries at the church.When I stopped by after work, I saw them carrying big crates down to the basement.I started to help them, but Brother Tom stopped me, saying “We want this to be a surprise for everyone.”They worked night and day all week long getting it ready. I couldn’t understand how they had the energy for it, but they must have been full of the Holy Spirit.

The morning before those men from the Congo were to fly to Memphis, I stopped by Brother Tom’s office to make sure they still didn’t need any help.When I walked in he was on the phone I heard him say “Yes master.Yes it is all just as you directed master.Everything is ready.Yes master, I will make sure he is here then.”When he got off the phone I said “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but sounds like everything is ready to go.Brother Tom said “Yes it is all ready for the master.Everything like he instructed. They will be here tomorrow and the master would like to meet you tomorrow evening.I have told him all about you.”I told him I would be out after work tomorrow and said I had better get home to Tina.As I was leaving I thought it just sounded kind of strange how he talked to that “the master”, but what did I know, they had been to the Congo, I hadn’t.

Chapter 4 – Chris Meets The Master

The next day when I got off of work, I hurried home, showered and changed.I told Tina that I was meeting the folks from Africa so I might be late getting in that night.I figured the church would be all lit up, but when I got there all I saw was a warm glow coming from the basement windows. I unlocked the front doors and went into the sanctuary. The lights were off and no one was in there so I went on back to the fellowship hall thinking they would be there.As I walked down the hall to the fellowship hall it glowed from the window on the door like it was just lit up with candles. I opened the door and was taken aback.Brothers Tom, Will and Jake were wearing nothing but jock straps and on all fours.They had collars on and leashes, the leashes were held by 2 huge black men.The men were masses of muscle and all they had on were some kind of leather looking thongs with spikes on the front, and black boots. I called out “What is going on?”. Brother Tom said “Master he is here”.A huge black hand then grabbed me and spun me a round, I saw his face, towering over me, and he blew some kind of powder in me face.A second later I was out.

I woke up in the basement, I was stripped to my underwear and shacked to some kind of large X shaped cross. I looked around, the basement was lit by candles everywhere.There was a leather sling hanging from the ceiling, leather straps hung on the wall with big cock shaped dildos hung next to them.There were stocks, and some kind of padded benches.Brothers Jake and Will were on all fours in the corner being held each by a two black men that both had to stand a good 6’5, they were both just a wall of smooth black muscle, wearing nothing more than the spiked leather thongs and boots. Another huge black man was holding Brother Tom’s leash in the middle of the room.The man I guessed to be the master was standing with his back to me, in front of some huge throne looking chair.

He turned and looked at me.He was monstrously huge. He had to stand at least 6’8.He was nothing but huge smooth black muscles, with massive pecs, arms, and legs. His abs were ripped and just looked like a wall of muscle. Like the others, he had the same bulging black leather spiked thong on and black boots. Brothers Tom, Will and Jake were just staring up at him as though they worshiped him. The man spoke in a Congolese accent saying “We call the powder Esclavage.It has no effect on us, but it does on the white man.It makes you worship us.”I strained against the shackles as I cut him off “I will never worship you.My lord is the living Christ.” The master laughed saying “Your brothers there said the same as you”

Brother Tom looked up at the Master pleadingly “Master I have done everything you asked. Let me have it, please let me have it.”The Master looked down at him and said “Get into the sling”. Brother Tom stood and got into the sling on his back, his legs up in leather stirrups. The Master looked at the man who held his leash and said “Dembe give him what he begs for.” Dembe dropped the leash, reached down to the front of his thong, and pulled a huge black cock out of it.It hung low from him. The master looked at brothers Jake and Will and said “prepare his cock”.They crawled across the floor to Dembe, the two black men holding their leases behind them. They kneeled beside each other in front of Dembe, and each held his cock.I pleaded with them “please brothers do not do this, its sin brothers, please”. They just ignored me and started to run their tongues up and down his cock. His cock quickly grew hard, it must have been a foot long, and thick as a beer can. He slapped them both in the face with it, and the men holding their leases jerked them back from him. Dembe grabbed some kind of lube off a table and lubed his cock.I looked at him saying “Sodomite”. The master just looked at me and laughed. Dembe walked to Brother Tom in the sling and slapped his huge black cock against his smooth alabaster ass. Brother Tom said “Oh thank you master” and Dembe started to slide his cock into him. Brother Tom said “Oh, Oh, its so big, its so big…..oh…..” Dembe pushed it further and further in Brother Tom moaning as he did.Soon he had to all the way in, and he grabbed the sling and started to thrust. Brother Tom said “oh……so big…..oh……thank you Master…oh….I wanted it again so bad…oh….”
The Master looked at the other two black men and said “Jaman, Juma, reward them.” They pulled their huge black cocks out, Brothers Jake and Will kneeled before them and took them into their mouths. Jaman and Juma quickly grew hard, both 12 inches and thick. The brothers would take the huge heads in their mouths, then run their tongues up and down them, as though they were worshiping them. At the same time, Brother Tom was moaning louder and louder as Dembe pounded him in the sling. I watched it all, not able to take my eyes off it.Soon, Dembe, Jaman, and Juma were all moaning loudly. The Master said to them, now give them what they want. Dembe pulled out of Brother Tom and shot all over his chest. Jaman and Juma shot all over the pecs of Brothers Will and Jake.All three of the brothers said “thank you master, thank you magnificent master”.

The master looked me saying “that will soon be you”. I said “I am not a sodomite”.He jerked down the front of my underwear, my hard cock springing out. He said “go see your wife then and unshackled me”. I ran up the stairs finding my clothes in the fellowship hall.I put them on and ran out to my truck saying to myself “that will not be me” again and again.

Chapter 5 – What is wrong with me?

When I got home the sight of my wife disgusted me.She asked me what was wrong, but I said nothing.I just said I was tired and wanted to go to bed.That night I would dream again and again of the master. I dreamed I was bowing before him, looking up at him and begging him to see his cock.I would wake up from the dream again and again hard.That morning I got up and opened my Bible, but the only verse I could think of was Ezekiel 23:20 that described black cock “whose members were like those of donkeys, and whose issue was like that of horses.”

Chapter 6 – Chris accepts his new god.

I prayed but I could not get the idea out of my head of kneeling before the Master. I went to work and it was all I could think about.I resolved to rebuke them in the name of the Lord after work.When I got off of work, I drove to the church.When I got down to the basement, the Master was sitting in his throne, brother’s Tom, Jake, and Will kneeling before him, praying to him like he was a god. I looked at him and said “I rebuke you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ”. He laughed and stood up saying “I am your god now white man”. I said “I will never worship you”.He walked to me, and grabbed me. His strength was incredible.He pulled and ripped my clothes from me, just leaving my underwear.Then he forced me to the padded bench, and strapped me face down on it, my ass hanging off the end. He was so strong that I could do nothing.He grabbed a gag off the wall and put it on me.I looked back at him, watching him grab a large cock shaped black dido off the wall and rub lube all over it.He said “you will now learn who your true master is.”He started to force it into me.I bit down on the gag trying to scream through it to no avail. He pushed it further and further in me.Saying, I am your master now.I shook my head no. He pushed it further in, I still shook my head no.He then pulled it out of me and cast it aside, I could feel myself gaped.

I looked forward catching my breath.Then I heard brother’s Tom, Jake, and Will all exclaiming “Oh Master your magnificent cock”.I looked behind me seeing to my horror the biggest cock I have ever seen. He stepped in front of me to show it to me.It was monstrous, at least 18 inches, veiny, and incredibly thick.He looked at Brothers Tom, Jake and Will saying “worship my cock. prepare it to issue it’s divine justice” .They crawled to him, each saying “oh thank you master, thank you” as they ran their tongues up and down it, kissed it, and stroked it with their hands. He slapped them all in the face with it, and stepped behind me, the brothers looked upon him as their god. He said “You will worship me too now” and started to push it into me.It felt like it was impaling me as he slid it into me.I bit down on the gag trying to beg him to take it out.Something came over me at that point.It hurt but I wanted it.I lifted my ass back on to it.He jerked the gag off me, and I told him “thank you my lord and master, please give me your divine cock”.I wanted nothing more than it in me, it all the way in me.Slowly he pushed it further and further in.I could feel it in my stomach it was so big. He started to slowly thrust saying “your ass was made for black cock” and I knew he was right.I realized right then he was my god now.

The End Part 1.Let me know in the comments or email what you think of it.Let me know if you want more in the series.

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